Coda Josh Grant

We got dressed early the next morning, and headed out to breakfast with the guys. It was all sunglasses and shiny faces. Daniel, Nick, Mike and Mick. Bruno and Murray met up for coffee. We ate big breakfasts each. We were kind of quiet. “I can’t,” said Murry. “I don’t know how you can,” said Bruno. We went to our hotel rooms and packed. We caught a plane home. 5pm I had some of Nick’s pot, so I rolled a j as soon as I got home. It bought all the drugs back a bit, but I have time off, so what the hell. I never have time off so I figured it was time I did. Steve tut-tutted when I told him, over the phone. He'd never take time off unless he really had to. Ben called and said he couldn't remember the other night that he stayed, but he was sure he needed to thank me for putting up with him. "Ben, that was three weeks ago." "Fuck me, it doesn't seem that long ago," said Ben. "Can we catch up weekend after next, Amy's going to be awa...

We sat in the bleachers and watched couples have sex. We walked around outside hand in hand and got propositioned. We dropped more pills at 3am as the party pumped. We snorted speed bumps too. We were rocket ships half an hour later. Daniel’s eyes rolled back into his head, my teeth chattered. We danced in our bubble of allure, seemingly only having eyes for my brother, and Daniel for his. We chewed on our teeth, until our jaws ached, I’d forgotten about that. We drank water nonstop and pissed regularly. Daniel wandered off, accidently, into the back room in the downstairs toilet, I only managed to grab him when a momentary flash of light shone on his red shorts. “What the fuck were they all doing?” “Oh Daniel, what do you think?” I led him away and to the brief line up for the urinal.” Daniel was still looking back like his head was on a spring. “Seriously?” “Seriously,” I said. “Remember, no judgment.” “No judgment, just fascination.” We dropped more pills just ...

I took Daniel to Mardi Gras, together with Nick, Mike and Mick. We got to Sydney Saturday morning. There was a mix up of sorts and we got a double room in the hotel we'd booked into, with a double bed rather than a single bed. What could we do, they didn’t have any other rooms? “We thought you were a couple,” said the gay receptionist, giving us both the look up and down. “We’re brothers,” I said. “Oh really, pity,” he said. Then he smiled. “Or maybe not.” He raised his eyebrows. Nick had a room to himself. Mike and Mick had a double room together, but I don’t think that was a mix up, Mick had left Rachel in Melbourne for a reason, although I didn’t ask. We went out for a pasta lunch. We slept in the afternoon. We got up around 5pm and started getting ready. Nick was in our room earlyish, he was very excited. He had on the tightest pair of black shorts and a black fun fur jacket splattered in red paint. “I said it was artificial,” said Nick, as he came through t...

Steve and I were coming back from a run, when we bumped into Tommy in the street. "Nice to meet you," said Tommy. He held out his hand to Steve and sook strongly and manly, like he was meeting the opposition. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” "Nice to meet you too Tommy... finally," replied Steve. The two of them sized each other up. Apart from a quick sideways glance on Steve's "finally", Tommy held Steve's gaze as the two, momentarily, gazed at each other. "I can't believe you two haven't met?" "No," they both said in unison. "Well, not officially," said Tommy. "Not standing face to face," said Steve. There was a very bristly energy coming off the both of them, as the two stood their ground in the face of, if I can be so egotistical for a moment, sizing up the competition. I could see the hair rise on both their necks. It was kind of hot seeing the two face each other.

 

Asian boys are really beautiful. Well, the handsome ones are. The sexy ones are. The good looking ones are. Those dark, knowing eyes. That full sensuous mouth. Exotic beauty. Smouldering sexiness. Those filthy minds. Sexy arses where you feel you are engulfed in mango skins. That flawless olive skin. That swagger. That cockiness. That drive. The only thing I would change, maybe, is I'd make them hairier – arses, stomachs, chests. But, only if I could choose perfection, otherwise they wouldn't need to change at all. They are beautiful the way they are. Striking. Contrast. Sensual. Nothing pasty, doughy, beige, colourless. Dark. Deep. Strong. Rich. Guys make admissions to me that they are getting into Asian boys, like it's some big P.C. thing. You know, they are up with the 21st Century. “I've had Asian boys at sex clubs.” Good for you, I think. I like Steve because I think he's sexy and handsome and hot. Australian born, Aussie accent, is there anyone cuter?

Nick gave me some pot and I rolled a joint and sat on my back veranda and smoked it as the sun slid down in the sky. Chubby lay at my feet. Wow, it's nearly March. It’s 2010 and it’s nearly March already. I think I wanted to freak out about that, but giggled instead and had another joint, instead. I was really whacked, it's been a while. The sun touched my toes and I curled them instinctively in its rays. The blue sky shimmied above me, as did the leaves in the trees. The worries of the world floated off on the breeze. I must get stoned more often, I thought, as I rubbed my knees. I giggled again. The solitude was embracing. The world slowed to a manageable speed. Time made sense. My body hummed contentedly. I didn't have to think about anybody, or anything. I could be still... in body and mind. Stop. This is what my time off is going to be all about. (I’m not renewing my fixed term contact with Hacks) Smile. Let my eyes close slowly. I could hear th...

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Steve was in Sydney for work tomorrow. I didn't know what to do, well… you know, I never used to get bored before I met Steve, started having a "thing" with Steve. Do I think boyfriends are ultimately bad for your wellbeing? Tommy popped in with a towel and a back pack. "Do you want to come to the pool with me?" He looked sexy – bright-eyed, bubbly, shiny, happy, like the sun was shining out of him. Sure. Why not, I thought? "Okay. I'm doing nothing else." I blew a joint, before we left. Tommy was wide-eyed, a little surprised, I think. Then he wanted some. Fuck it, he's an adult, I thought. I handed it to him, avoiding giving a warning. He puffed hard, like a fat boy with cake. I told him to go easy, slowly. Have a little bit, you can always have more. I told him I didn’t want to have to carry him. He asked me real sweet, “But you’d catch me?” There was an intensity there, a wantonness that was impossible to ign...

You know how much I like sucking Steve’s cock? So much. It gets really hard, as I squeeze it in my hand. It is the same thickness all the way along, with a blunt end. I love that. It has a strong scent, I adore. I could identify him just by that smell of his dick. Lick it away, with my sloppy tongue, slowly, sensuously, timelessly. He closes his eyes when I do that. Slide his knob into my mouth, pushing the foreskin away with my lips. He moans contentedly, no expectantly, in anticipation. It’s shiny and slippery, he precums slimy jizz, it’s slippery on my saliva. I can feel his heartbeat through the end of his cock, through my mouth. I can feel his nerves endings pulse as I lick different parts of his skin. I suck his knob inside his foreskin and he purrs like a pussy for a while, but peeled back like a banana he groans like a big cat and he claws at my back. I swallow him whole and he jumps. Smell his pubes in my nostrils. He has a fantastic smell and beautiful skin. I love his nuts o...

I had to cut off Jamie's raging hardon from this photo to get around the photo scanners of the censors. He'd taken viagra and his toddler was rock hard and not going down. Steve and I slapped it around, whack, whack, whack, which just made Jamie laugh.

Tommy popped over, Sunday morning. I was sweeping my front path, the hibiscus drops its flowers and they can become slippery, especially when there is a carpet of them across the bricks, as there were. He said he was going jogging and wanted to know if I wanted to go with him. "Hey Mister," he said jokingly. "Want to come running?" He looked sexy in those black split-sided running shorts and black singlet, how could I say no. "Tommy." I looked down at his shorts, at the bulge in the front and his fine, tanned legs. “I guess, yeah.” "I haven't seen you moving your arse lately, thought you might wanna come before it begins to show?" "I haven't seen you for a while." I looked down at my waist, rubbing my girth. Tommy's eyes had followed mine when I looked up. “I haven’t done much running, of late.” I smiled. He smiled. “I haven’t seen much of you?” "Been away," he said. "Mum, dad, Christopher, and I went down the...

I was stoned and drunk and couldn't get my act together. We'd been drinking all day, Steve and I. I taught him to smoke pot, he didn't want any to start with, but I called him a pussy and a girl (yeah, okay, sorry) and he soon took it in his mouth. The joint. He took to it well, mastered it in not so many puffs. "You're a natural," I declared with a certain amount of pride. My clever boyfriend. "I'm not sure if that is a good thing?" I wanted to laugh instead of fuck, I was in a relaxed mood. Ah, so relaxed. The boy I liked the most, a big, comfy bed, nowhere to go, nobody wanting my time. I wanted to kiss all afternoon. Hug, touch. Steve was thwacking his hard dick on my thigh saying he was good to go... the pot had gone straight to his cock. Beginner, I thought. I bet you he'll even get the munchies. "Good to go where?" I asked. I was kind of sobering up a bit, as I capiched as to what he was getting at. Thwack, thwack. It made a ...

How twisted is this... this is what some Christians have come up with. "Masturbation can be a form of homosexuality because it is a sexual act that does not involve a woman. If a man were to masturbate while engaged in other forms of sexual intimacy with his wife then he would not be doing so in a homosexual way. However, any man who does so without his wife in the room is bordering on homosexuality activity, particularly if he’s watching himself in a mirror and being turned on by his own male body." It should be noted that the Bible is silent on the matter, so therefore God does not see it as a sin. You know, there is a kind of unintended truth here, what makes all men bisexual and that is their intimate knowledge of cocks. All guys know what to do with one, as they are the core reason for their very existence. It’s what frightens the unevolved and what excites the more evolved, that intimate knowledge of knowing exactly what to do with a penis. It’s why so many more of the ...

I didn’t head out, I had a quiet night in. I was in bed sometime after midnight, more like 1am, after pissing around on my computer for most of the night. My buddy Ben had been out and was ripped, when he rang my doorbell. He was kind of hanging off the edge of the doorway after I opened the door. “Good, you’re awake,” he slurred. “Hardly,” I croaked. He slipped passed me and headed inside. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. One of them still wasn’t open. His girlfriend, Amy, disappeared with some chick with a low cut top and a bag of meth, as Ben put it. “Fuck knows,” slurred Ben when I asked him where she was. “What are you saying?” “Nothing. I’m not fucking saying anything. Fuck her.” It was really late. He wanted a shower, he stank of booze and cigarettes. He came out in a towel and wanted something clean to put on. Demanded it, you know, like drunks do. I lent him some jocks to wear. I laughed to myself at only the skimpy jocks that were on offer, barely covering his completely, as...

This is my arty shot of Steve. He looks good. I put an effect over it which did interesting things to the window behind him.

Nick came in, he was excited, busting to spill whatever it was that had got him that way. Apparently, he’d been down the pool with Tommy, just by chance, nothing organised, but there the two were. Apparently, Tommy had stuck to Nick for the afternoon. They lay on the concrete steps and talked. “He kept talking about you, dude.” “Me?” “Yeah, kept bringing the conversation back to you, you know, kind of surreptitiously, but back to you it came.” “Bullshit!" I felt like I was being wound up. "Like what?” “Oh, you know, where are you? What are you doing? Why weren’t you at the pool? How he’d like to see you down there. How he'd like to see you, kind of all lost puppy-like.” “And how did he look?” “Little black shorts, mighty fine,” said Nick. He smiled. “I got a good look at ya boy and he’s hot.” “Whatcha mean? How?” “Showers. There aren’t too many men that can go after Tommy, you know what I mean?” Nick was pointing to his crutch with both hands in a V. “The man’s got a huge...

Roll up, roll up and hear Josh retract a life time of sexual theory, dating theory, boy theory. Listen to him espouse the benefits of monogamy theory, much to the amusement and delight of all of his ex’s. Of course, monogamy has been somewhat refurbished for the 21st century. Gone is the archaic prohibition on extra marital sex, per-se. We’re talking preferences, we’re talking choices, we’re talking being with the one you love, naturally. That’s the first choice, that’s the instinct. That’s where the heart lies, to where the consciousness naturally falls back. That, of course, is the default position, nobody else inhabits that place, it is reserved, unquestioningly, for the one you love. All special privileges are only reserved for the one. It is relationship monogamy, which, after all, is what the word means. However, beyond that, anything can be negotiated, anything can be agreed upon.

I had told Steve that I had something to tell him, and he remembered it and wanted to know what it was. “Okay come over tonight and we can talk about it.” “Sure,” said Steve. He was right on time. “Hi,” I said as I opened the door. “Hi,” he said. There was suspicion in his voice, to be sure. “You good?” I asked. “Yep.” He was behind me as we walked to the kitchen. “I’m good.” We got to the kitchen. “So far.” “Do you want coffee?” Steve looked at me. “Tea?” Steve’s eyes narrowed. “Wine?” Steve’s head tilted. “Me?” I smiled my cheekiest smile. “You.” Steve said deadpan. “You’ve got me…” “Have I?” “Yes.” “So, what have you got to tell me, then?” “What have I got to tell you?” “Yes” said Steve. “What have you got to tell me.” “Ask you.” “Ask me?” “Maybe tell…” “Just say it!” Steve demanded. “Well…” “Wow this must be…” “No, it’s not.” “You don’t want to…” I want to, with you. I’m really keen, on you. But… “But?” “But I don’t real...