What am I to do with him? This morning, after enjoying a pleasant breakfast of prosciutto, eggs and pancakes that Cris made I'm sitting at the table and he goes out onto the balcony, naked of course... Oh yeah, breakfast doesn't get made unless he's fresca fresc you know, even if he's been splattered by hot oil on his willy. Hmmm, maybe that's why he's growing out the pecker fro, to protect him from such accidents. Of course what's good for him isn't good for me, more pubes in the eggs and all. Anyway, none of this is strange for me even if it is for someone with a normal boyfriend, however it soon moved to strange land. No matter how many times I tell him not to he still goes out onto the balcony naked, having a need to "feel the wind on all his soft places" as he says. Gogol Bordello (gypsy punk) is blasting on our tiny boom box. Sudenly I hear a sound, I turn and there he is, espresso in on hand, bent over slightly, smaking his ass to the beat of some furiously fast violin that's playing. The song goes faster and he speeds up keeping time with the music. In no time his cheek goes red and he keeps on with it, tapping his foot, espresso cup giggling in the air. At this point he's just testing himself I think because his butt cheek goes from a glowing red to a light purple. I warn him that all the noise is going to attract a neighbors attention, but do you think he cares? Thank god the song ends and he finally comes back in. Right now he's sitting on the cool tiled floor to try and sooth his burning cheek. Strange, I think not...
-The Bean
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Where are the pictures?
ReplyDeleteAt the time I was thinking about it but I didn't want to ruin the moment and my hungry got in the way!
ReplyDelete...Now that's a travel ad!
ReplyDeleteCris: So when are you coming to visit?
Byron: I'm flying over in the Fall.
Cris: Cool, I gotta place all set up for you.
Byron: Uh...no, no,...I wouldn't want to impose, I'll just get a hotel.
Cris: Bah! I won't hear of it...I insist you stay over with me and the bean.
Byron: Uh, yeah...um...okay...but I insist on making breakfast!
Ummmmm so I think I speak for all your fellow followers!!!! Could you blog at least once a month...........we're losing you already!
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