Coda Josh Grant

Men have to be kept under control, because their sexuality is so wanton. Every man cheats on his wife, that's just what men do. Girls try to rewrite this fact, it’s not true, it doesn’t have to be true, men don’t have to be like that. Yeah girls? Good luck with that. Women have to castrate men to get them to marry them... well, the unenlightened women do. The beige women. The scared. The women who drive 4WDs. The women who shop instead of fuck. But, then again, everybody in the world is scared today, it is the new world order. Sex is out. Fear is in. Scared sells power.

Coda is base. Base is good. We're all scared of base. We do good deeds and invent religion to pretend we're not… base We're all scared of a lot of things. Scared of being found out. Base is a disgrace. But eventually coda climaxes... and so do we. We’re all base, we have to be, it’s the truth. Base is truth.

Steve ended up on my bed at god knows what hour this morning. "Are you awake? Are you awake?" He smelt of sweat and cigarettes and alcohol. Oh, the stink of alcohol. The smell of night clubs was all over him, like he'd bought a cloud along with him. He kissed the side of my face and neck gently; wet, warm lips, warm breath. He'd been to the clubs. Apparently, some couple got him into the toilets, slid their hands down the back of his pants and took turns fingering his arse. He said he could hardly focus, barely stand. They wanted his arse. The both wanted to fuck him. But, he wouldn't let them. It turned him on, though, made him really horny, but he didn't want it from them there. Call him old fashioned. Even the fact that he had to struggle with them to let him out turned him on. "As I tried to get the door open and they tried to stop me, it just made me rock hard," he slurred. "The thought of being forced." He laughed. "When all the ...

Lachlan got a new pair of loose fitting white shorts that the punters on the cams absolutely loved. He could slide them down really easily. He'd pop a little blue pill and the punters would go wild. Straight boy huge and hard.

I think I might be an arse man, I like being inside them as often as I can. Broad shoulders, small hips. Fill him up, pull his dick. Watch him chew the material as he walks, he can squat down hard as he talks. He can take it any way, he can take two that’s okay. I like the look, the feel, the taste. Two licks cleans the waist. Slide my finger in, that makes him sing. He asks for more, dirty little whore, I like that in a boy. Breathless. Feckless. Undress. Make me a mess. Feel him push back. Fill his hungry crack. Push it right in, makes him shoot his thing. I even like the smell afterwards. The wetness, the sweat. Pull my clothes on, feel them stick, then you know you have got down to it. Then grab him before he goes, pull him down, rip off his clothes, fuck him again, just for the exquisite pain.