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Stories posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Joshua Miles - 13. Banana

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When he finished the mowing, Joshua was so hot he stopped to remove his shirt and rolled up the legs of his shorts. ‘Well she wasn’t wrong about working up a sweat, just didn’t expect it to be this way’

When he finished the backyard he stopped the mower and the sound of silence brought out Anthea with a jug of iced water and a second jug with just ice. As Joshua sat down, Anthea said “Stand up and remove your shorts”

‘Ah he thought, she really did want me all sweaty before we start’ “Sure, whatever you ask” he replied.

As he stood up, Anthea said “Turn around” and as he complied she poured the jug of iced water over him.

“Fuck! That’s cold, I wasn’t expecting that”

“But refreshing, none the less?” she asked

“I do feel cooler”

“Good, feeling randy yet?”

“No, should I?” he asked, playing along with the fantasy.

“Then maybe this will help” Anthea said as she pulled open the front of his briefs and poured in the ice cubes.

“What’s that supposed to do?”

“Let’s wait and see if anything rises”

“I think cold is supposed to have the opposite effect”

“That’s what popular opinion says, but not necessarily so. Some men find freezing their balls a huge turn on...” Then as she looked down, said “...and it seems you are one of them, judging by your growing bulge”

“Fuck, who would have thought. There’s something new I’ve learned, thanks”

“You’re welcome, now down this cold drink then go and shower and when you come back you can help me prepare lunch”

When he finished his drink, Joshua said “I won’t be long” then walked towards the house.

“Oh, no need to dress after your shower. I like a naked man about the house”

<>

While in the shower, Joshua thought, she really does play this tradie fantasy to the enth degree. But it looks like it will be show time very soon. Hope I still have the energy to perform.

<>

Anthea had a basket of fruit for lunch and as she heard the pad a bare feet coming down the hallway, she turned to see a handsome sight standing in the doorway and concluded from his stance that, this boy had grown into a man who is very comfortable in his own skin, and nothing else.

“Well, well, well, look at you, all shiny and clean. The man, who I’m told by Lorna, only one week ago was ashamed to show his body, now standing proudly”

“That’s thank to her, teaching me to appreciate my body at first and now how to listen to my body and enjoy all it has to offer”

Anthea just smiled, as no words were needed.

“You said you wanted me to help with lunch. What are we having?”

“Fruit salad”

“Yum, what can I do to help?”

“Just lie here, on the kitchen bench”

“You mean sit on the bench” asked Joshua, as he lifted himself”

“No, I want you to lie on your back”

“Ok, whatever”

Joshua stretched out, while Anthea retrieved fruit from her basket.

“Don’t see how I can be much help like this”

“You are going to be my work table” she replied as she opened the drawer beneath Joshua and retrieved a small fruit knife.

“But....” he interrupted as he started to sit up.

Anthea put the knife on Joshua’s abdomen, while pushing him back with her other hand. Then she put both hands on his chest and rested them there till he settled.

“Relaxed?” she asked

“I suppose so, but wondering what you are going to do”

Anthea did not reply, but chose a ripe peach and began quartering it with the knife. As she did juice dropped onto Joshua’s chest and collected in the cleavage of his chest. Anthea then discarded the seed, placed the quarters on Joshua’s abdomen and began slicing the peach flesh. As the knife cut through the peach, Joshua felt the slightest touch of the blade on his skin, but not enough to break the skin.

“Hey, that sort of tickles”

When she finished slicing the peach she put the fruit in a bowl and chose a pear, stood it upright on Joshua’s upper abdomen and ran the knife down through the fruit till she had four quarters, then discarded the core. Again she cut the fruit into smaller pieces, using Joshua as a human cutting board. She then looked at Joshua and asked “Are you ok?”

“Sure, I’m beginning to enjoy it, actually”

“Good, it’s what I call my sensual salad”

“So what’s next?” he asked

“I think this will go well” she answered as she selected a large ripe mango “But I’ll need a larger knife for this”

“Ok…” he said questioningly, as Anthea selected a large carving knife from the drawer.

“Fuck, that’s a really big knife” he protested “Are you sure you won’t do me some damage with that?”

“So does it make you fearful?”

“Sure does”

“That’s good, because the purpose of this exercise is to turn your fear into pleasure”

“My fear into your pleasure?”

“No, your pleasure, silly”

“Ok, I trust you”

“Then turn over, bottoms up”

Joshua readily obliged and put his arms under his head, so he could talk while lying flat on his stomach. Anthea laid the mango on its side, on Joshua’s spine and sliced off one cheek, then the second. The touch of the knife on his skin made Joshua shiver and tingle at the same time. His brain told him the large sharp knife was dangerous, but the soft touch on his skin assured him he was not in danger. These conflicting thoughts made him feel exhilarated. It was a confusing feeling but then Anthea’s earlier words all made sense when he felt the pressure from his penis against his lower abdomen.

“I think it’s working” he said “My fear has turned to arousal”

“We’ve only just begun”

“How much better can it get?”

Again, no answer while Anthea scooped the mango flesh into the bowl and wiped Joshua’s back clean. She then lie the knife in the centre of his back and as she chose a large banana, she noted “The curve of this banana matches your bottom” She put the banana in his butt crack and said “A perfect fit” then put her hands on his cheeks. This felt warm and comforting to Joshua and he said “You really like my butt, don’t you?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Cos you take every opportunity to touch it”

“Bottoms are a favourite of mine, especially yours, it’s so perfectly rounded”

“Then feel free to enjoy yourself”

Anthea gave each cheek a quick kiss, then lifted the knife and starting at Joshua’s neck, ran the tip all the way down his back. As she did so she could feel him shiver and as she reached his butt crack heard him sigh in pleasure.

She then removed the banana and said “Stay relaxed, be quiet, close your eyes, don’t think, just feel”

Joshua gave a little nod and waited for his next sensation. It wasn’t long before he felt Anthea’s hand on one of his butt cheeks and the cold feel of the stainless steel separating his cheeks. When the pointy end of the knife reached the bench, Joshua broke his silence and said “That feels absolutely amazing. How did you do that, without cutting me?”

“It’s only the blunt edge of the knife”

“Oh, of course, that makes sense”

She put her hands back on his cheeks and said “Just relax for a few minutes”

Joshua could feel every part of his body tingling and wanted more, so he asked “Can you do that with the sharp edge of the knife?”

“If you want. You seem to have no fear anymore”

“I think I’ve found a great source of power” he stated

“What do you mean?”

“I have the power to give myself permission to trust you and in that way I turn fear into pleasure. It’s an amazing feeling. Will you do it?”

Anthea took the banana and peeled it. Then she put the banana in Joshua’s butt crack and picked up the knife. To enhance Joshua’s experience she showed him the knife and asked “Are you ready?”

“Yes...please”

Anthea placed the knife edge lengthwise on the banana, pressed down gently and watched the knife disappear into the banana, slicing it into two pieces. She continued the downward pressure, till the knife was free of the banana and continued down between his butt cheeks, pulled backwards a little, then pulled it out between Joshua’s legs.

“Ok?” she asked, but he didn’t reply, so she asked again “Ok?” Then as his body started to spasm she became worried. Eventually the spasms stopped and he replied “Yes, of course, I’m just enjoying the most amazing feeling of ecstasy, short of coming”

“I’m feeling a little light-headed myself”

<>

After they both rested for a few minutes, Joshua turned over, smiled at Anthea and said “Amazing knife skills”

“Are you ready for more?”

“There’s more?”

“If you want”

“My body is yours”

Anthea took up the knife again and ran the tip down the centre of Joshua’s body, till she reached his cock. She then stroked his scrotum with the knife tip, and even pressed gently into his balls, not breaking the skin but Joshua could feel the sting of the knife tip only millimetres from his manhood. When the blood started to pump into his cock, Anthea noticed, so she placed the side of the knife under the cock and lifted it a little. They both watched as it grew in thickness and the head of his cock crawled down the knife, towards the handle.

When it reached its full length, it stood vertically and no longer need the support of the knife. Anthea put aside the knife, took the banana skin and hung it over Joshua’s penis, so that it covered it. She then took a piece of banana, put it in Joshua’s hand, closed his hand and squeezed his fingers till they squashed the banana flesh. She then said “I’ll leave you now to complete the transaction between you and your dick. Call me when you are finished and we’ll have our lunch”

<>

When Anthea returned she noticed Joshua’s body covered in cum, smiled and said “Good boy”.

She then took the bowl of fruit salad and slowly tipped the fresh fruit pieces onto his body, watching as each piece of flesh dropped onto and luxuriated in his man cream. Spoon by spoon she fed Joshua the fruit salad, each piece glossy with his own body juice.

After a few spoons, he asked “Are you going to have some as well?”

“With your permission only, after all it is your property”

“I am happy to share it with you. I hope you find its sweetness compliments the fruit”

Copyright © 2024 Wombat Bill; All Rights Reserved.
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I think Joshua has exceeded his limit of sanity, he is fucking crazy, which would not be so bad if he was at least fucking. Perhaps if he had seen William Friedkin's Cruising he may not have been as agreeable to allow Anthea to mix a knife with anticipated sexual pleasure. 

Joshua could be the son of Alvin Purple @Wombat Bill, with horny middle-aged housewives seemingly finding his curvaceous peachy bottom a wet panties experience. If he has intentions of attending a tertiary institution perhaps he could fund his HECS payments with the labour of his loins. He is certainly proving himself to be multi-skilled. At this rate he may have to obtain an ABN or the taxman may be after him.

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10 hours ago, chris191070 said:

That brings a whole new meaning to fruit salad, I'd love to share with Josh.

Can't wait to see what fantasies the other woman have, that Josh can help them explore.

Perhaps you could introduce this method preparing and serving fruit salad at the school you work at @chris191070. It may encourage the children to eat more fruit if it were served in such a manner. Maybe you could volunteer to perform a similar role to Joshua.

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On 1/10/2025 at 4:43 AM, Summerabbacat said:

I think Joshua has exceeded his limit of sanity, he is fucking crazy, which would not be so bad if he was at least fucking. Perhaps if he had seen William Friedkin's Cruising he may not have been as agreeable to allow Anthea to mix a knife with anticipated sexual pleasure. 

Joshua could be the son of Alvin Purple @Wombat Bill, with horny middle-aged housewives seemingly finding his curvaceous peachy bottom a wet panties experience. If he has intentions of attending a tertiary institution perhaps he could fund his HECS payments with the labour of his loins. He is certainly proving himself to be multi-skilled. At this rate he may have to obtain an ABN or the taxman may be after him.

Banana Split $250 (free lawn cut), Boston Creame Buns $200 (your choice of fruit/jams). Make checks to: Bottoms Up Scholarship Foundation, supporting work study for aspiring young men.

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