Coda Josh Grant

Is it good will towards my fellow man? Or do I want to just watch porn? Give a lot? Or smoke the pot? I don’t have to go to work until the week after next. Getting really trashed is probably best. I must call up Steve, and Nick and Mike and Murray and Bruno and the rest of the gang, let’s see this year out with a bang.

I like straight boys, they are fun. They smell different. They are strange but oh so appealing. Girls should keep an eye on their boyfriends 'cause you know that most of them play. That look, that smile, that certain way they tilt their heads and squint their eyes, when their women looks the other way. Another beer mate, I say. It's Xmas. Happy Xmas.

The punters luv it when straight boys have gay sex, especially when it is the pretty ones, the strapping ones, the sexy ones. It must be the alpha male thing. Who doesn’t want to see the beautiful fuck. Or is it the last taboo? Taboos are a turn on. I think off-limits, the forbidden, are what are hot. Chicks love it too, as much as guys love seeing two chicks. My girlfriends say they would consider the lesbian thing to make their boyfriends happy, if their boyfriends would do the gay thing. Chicks get turned on watching to guys go at it. Strength and power makes them wet.

It's art, those lines. Living, breathing art. Stylised. They tell a story. This is where life lived. This is where breath and life have coursed with blood and breath. This is where emotions and desires have gurgled through his warmth and joy. This is proof that life has been lived. George is happy to pose. He's a good model.

There are a lot of poofter straight boys who live in Caroline Springs? Why? Do the woman treat them mean? Have bigger balls than them? Is there something about that great plains of suburbia that makes them hanker for cock? I asked a pretty one over the other day, he said his wife doesn't understand him. I asked him how long he'd been into guys? He said he wasn't, but sex is sex. Go figure, I thought, as I went down on him. He really did seem to be into it, as he leaked pre-jizz into my mouth. And said, “Suck my cock big boy.” Out the back in the dunnies of the local road house. I just stopped for petrol on my way through? I wondered what he stopped for?

They say you could hang a towel off it. I reckon you could. The football players get wet towels. The twinky fags get serviettes. The brothers get bath towels. The cousins get hand towels. The fathers get kitchen towels. The tradies get my towels. The strippers get small towels. The joggers get damp towels. The footy players get wiped with towels. The trannies get to collect all the towels once the guys are done. Tongs?

Masturbation, a good way to pass the time, fill in a boring hour, while away a slow afternoon, make new friends. Masturbation, do it at home, in a park, on the train late at night, driving home on a long country road. Masturbation, solo, for ages ten and up. Together, for ages 16 and up. Batteries not included.

When I was Fifteen, my gym teacher asked me to stay back, he saw me limping. I had a sore knee, which he said he should look at. He sat me up on the bench and moved the joint backward and forward. He had big hands, I remember that well. Warm. "How'd you do it?" "I went over on my ankle." "Does it hurt anywhere else?" "No." "You sure?" I shrugged. "I'd better check." He squeezed my thigh. "Your groin?" I shrugged again. Then he slid his hand inside my shorts and squeezed the part between my leg and my nuts. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting him to do that. I jumped a bit. It turned me on so much. "Does that hurt?" I shook my head in the negative. My cock was hardening. His hand squeezed the other side between my leg and my nuts. I thought I was going to explode with excitement. “Does that hurt.” I shook my head in the negative. He took his hand out of my shorts, I was disappointed. "You're okay....