Koman comes to my apartment to talk
Later Jozef knocks on the door
Koman tells me to pretend I am not in but I let him in
So we all sit in the lounge
It feels good to have company
The subject of conversation quickly turns to sex
“Yes, Robert’s cock is niiice, but it is not very beeeg, not like mine,” says Jozef
“Do you want to fuck him?” Koman asks
“Oh yes, he ees very sexy.”
“Show me your cock.”
“Okay.”
Jozef pulls off his shorts, as if they were his socks and starts playing with his big cock, trying to make it even bigger
“Do you like it?”
“That thing is small, you said it was big!”
“Let me see yours then.”
“Do you really want to see it?”
“Is it big?”
“It is African, if I showed it to you, you would scream and run away.”
“No, let me see it! I like ze big cocks.”
“Do you want to fuck?”
“Yes. Of course! When, now?”
“It would make your eyes water.”
“I vouldn’t care. I like ze sex.”
It is so nice to have friends around on a Sunday afternoon
Koman is no match for Jozef and Jozef is no match for Koman
And I am no match for either of them
But we all eat, shit, fuck and no doubt will die someday
They do not fuck, of course, and the conversation turns to other matters
I like Jozef better than Koman
His soul is a little more intact
Some of my friends would not even let him in their house
But then some would not let Koman in theirs
What a world we live in
