Binlancoh, a burly, bear-like man, sits alone, a banana in hand. His imagination runs wild, replacing the fruit with a stiff, eager cock. He teases himself, licking the length, taking it deep into his mouth. The banana's curve mimics the arc of a thick shaft, but it's not enough. His hand works his own cock, hungry for the real thing. The sight of his own lust drives him on, the banana a poor stand-in for the cock he truly craves.