Boner Boy

One Sunday morning in Southern Mexico, I answered my door to see the brilliant white smile of Carlos, my neighbor boy who had just turned 18 but looked two years younger. He was selling 'plantanos machos' a variety of tropical bananas that are huge. I called Carlos 'boner boy' because sometimes when he worked for me, he would get a big hard on that would poke out from his faded blue jeans below a beautiful 'trail to treasure' on his flat, shirtless brown abs. He had a beautiful smile and I thought about getting into his pants as his straight black shiny hair gleamed in the morning sun.

Hola, gringo, he smiled. 'Look at these big ones.' My own jeans started to tent out as he wrapped his long coffee colored fingers around a big banana and made a jerk off motion. I laughed and told him 'no, thanks' but he was persistent. 'I show you how these make you very happy', he laughed. 'They can suck off your eggs' he said in Spanish and peaked my curiosity as well as the zipper on my jeans. I said OK, come in and show me. 'You no tell no one?' he asked with a boyish look of concern. I said no problem and led him into my house, his rock hard cock now straining for freedom from his Sam's Club jeans.

'You have some black tape?' he asked. I tossed him a roll and he put his big brown fist around the big banana like he was measuring it.
He cut off an end toward the stem and carefully wrapped the rest with the electricians tape. He then took a spoon and scooped out the inside. I started to get very excited when he put the continents to my lips with his long, strong fingers. He moaned as I licked them clean. He then made a knife slit in the top of the banana above the tape to let air out and create suction with what he was about to do with it. I was surprised when he whipped out his beautiful uncut dick and slid the banana contraption over the top. 'Feel like when my girl friend suck me', he grinned.

'Here you try' I blushed and tried to pretend I wasn't interested. 'Don't be shy, gringo, let me do it.' Before I could answer, his fingers were at my belt buckle and in my pants. He cupped my balls for good measure and grinned again as my raging erection jumped out of my boxers. He slipped the banana over it and was right. It felt like cool, satin lips hungrily working my knob and shaft. Carlos obviously was a pro at this as he drove me crazy with an up and down swirling motion. He then alternated between his dick and mine until he arched his back, groaned his favorite Spanish obscenity, gritted his teeth and squirted into the banana. When he put it back on me, his slippery warm cream was too much until I exploded. adding to the mix. 'I'll buy the bunch,' I sighed, out of breath.

Sunday mornings, I get up and shower very much looking forward to my weekly visit by Carlos, my banana boner boy