Coda Josh Grant

Steve is my photographic model. I get him really stoned then. I get him to strip down for photos. He's gorgeous is my Steve

Nick's penchant for married men knows no bounds. First it was his truck driver boyfriend, now there is a hot, straight couple who live next door to him. "You should see the couple who have moved in next door. Or at least, you should see the husband." "Down boy." "He's hot. Short hair, beard, handsome..." "Married." "He gives me looks, I tell you." "Oh yeah?" "He does!" The wife often travels interstate for work. Apparently, she works between the Melbourne and Sydney office of her company. She's some major league exec, power suits, power hair, power attitude. “She’d kick his arse,” I say. Campbell, the husband, is some senior lawyer with a big corporate firm. He's an arrogant tosser, according to Nick, but has those "interested" eyes, so Nick claims. “Poor, scared bastard.” Last weekend the wife was away and Nick and Campbell hooked up for dinner. "He suggested it. Said he'd come ove...

Who knew Ewan was so uninhibited. Ewan fancies himself as a player. He faces himself as a lad with the ladies. And while I'd have to admit that the ladies do like him, I'm not sure he is the gigolo he thinks he is.

Tommy bounces over here this morning in his trackie pants and hoodie. He has that smooth, unblemished Italian-just-flowered-into-a-man thing going on really strongly now. My mate Gordon has always said, “You have to catch Italian men between 18 and 18 ¼.” “Hi,” I say. It is always nice to see Tommy. “Hi.” Tommy is smiling. “I’m just making coffee (when aren’t I just making coffee) do you want one?” “Sure.” We head down the hallway to the kitchen. “I really need a trim…” I turn back to face him. He has pulled down the front of his tracksuit pants to his thighs and his big, beautiful, hardening cock is pivoting around on is base in midair in front of him. “What do you reckon?” “Sure,” I say. A bit taken a back at Tommy’s uninhibited display, but kind of chuffed with it, all at the same time. “Can I borrow your clippers?” Tommy has the most beautiful cock. It is a veiny anaconda, so thick around your feel you can hardly wrap your hand completely around it. He can barely keep it hidden whe...

Steve stayed last night. The was a full moon, and a sky full of stars. My baby slid into my arms as gentle as a lamb, his breath on my skin as he sleeps. I love the way he smells, he tastes, he moves, even in sleep. He's like an extension of me, a part, an expression. I like his skin and the way he feels in my arms. I like his mind, his sense of humour, his strength. We can talk for hours, or not speak for the longest time. I like every part of him, I like being with him. Sometimes, it's transcendental. I like being with him the best. I like the fact we have lives to live and we are together when we want to be. I love the fact that he knows he is loved and that he loves me and that he is not threatened by anyone. He kissed me bleary-eyed this morning. "See ya, gotta get to work." I rolled over and looked at the clock one-eyed, it was 8am. It felt good, you know. Nice. It made me feel warm and fuzzy, that I belong and that I have someone who belongs. Isn’t ...

I put my feet up on the stool next to Daniel’s feet on the on the back veranda. I put the joint in my mouth and lit it. “Nice night.” “Nice night.” “It’s been nice having you here.” “So yeah, it’s been a while since we cohabited.” I handed him the joint. “Since Sydney, at Mardi Gras.” I thought of lying in bed with him, rubbing my arse against his dick, I don’t know why. He sucked on the joint. “Not quite cohabiting, though.” “We slept together.” “We slept together, yes we did.” He blew out a cloud of smoke as he handed the joint back to me. “It’s been good, though?” “Yeah, sure, of course,” I said. “I never thought it wouldn’t be.” “That’s good to hear.” I handed him the joint. “What are you going to do?” “I don’t know,” said Daniel. “Learn, I guess. Get the lesson.” He blew out smoke into the night. He handed me the joint. I sucked on the joint, my head spun, I got the stoned yawns. “Give up girls.” Daniel laughed. He looked at me, his eyes were bloodshot. I handed him the joint. “I’...

A Christian fundamentalist mother stuffed a Bible in her baby's mouth killing her. Well, there's a use for the outdated old book.

George normally shaves his chest for summer. He lets it grown for winter. He has a great hairy chest, I try to encourage him to let it be natural all year around. He says he isn't always that keen.

Tommy's been over quite a lot this week. He's so sweet, sexy, and hot. “Shall I roll, or will you,” he asks with a cheeky smile. “I’ll roll,” I say. “So lets get to it.” I love it. Hot Italian boy, smiling, sexy. He pulls the back of his track pants down, and bends over the arm of the couch, wonky-eyed, smiling wantonly. “Nothing tastes quite as sweet.” He is quoting me. He lies arms out stretched on my bed, just his t-shirt. He has muscular, hairy legs, and taught olive skin stretched over two firm round buns, a flowering of hair growing out between the two. He slides a finger into himself and looks back at me with huge, brown eyes, but I'm building up to it, drawing it out, taking my time. He pushes back now on my tongue, opens up so I can get right to the velvet. He says he loves it... and, he does. He says he wants it! He moans, pleads, cries out. Fucken hot! Then he wants it in him, stretching him, tearing him apart. Three fingers are no longer enough...

Lachlan looks good just dressed in his footy shorts. He was really out of it when he got up and did an erotic dance for us all dressed just like that.

Daniel is still staying with me, it doesn't look like Claire is going to forgive him. I pushed his coffee towards him. "I banged a couple of chicks from the office, Claire already knew about them." He shrugged. "So, it wasn't the first time. "So, you were on your best behaviour then?" "Short leash." "And?" "Well." He shrugged. His house in Carlton is let out. He's given the tenants orders to vacate, but it takes some time. You know, there's a process, there is a process for everything, hey? Still, he gets me out running. We pulled on our running shorts after breakfast and met up on the footpath out the front of the house. The two of us, big bro and little bro pounding the pavement together. It's bonding, boy's stuff. It's been a while since we've done such things together. Daniel had on tight, footy shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. We bumped into my single, white female, suspect, neighbour, Beth. We ...

Steve woke early. "I gotta get going early today, I have an 8am meeting." "Okay," I mumbled. "Wake up." "Don't want to." Then I felt a hand around my cock. "Come on, wake up." "Er... what time is it?" I tried to open my eyes, it was bright. "Time to provide for your boyfriend." "Really," I mumbled half-asleep. “Fuck!” The lube was cold on my cock. He worked me hard with his hand. "I want it, before I go to work." “Sure… if.” I sat up groggy, against the bedhead, I was hard. The next thing, I had Steve in my arms and my cock was sliding into him. I opened my eyes fully. "Fuck, you're handsome." "You are." I could see that it was still dark beyond the curtains, as I looked over Steve's shoulder. Steve worked himself up and down on my hard shaft. He fucked himself keenly. He ploughed his own hole, irrespective to me. “Baby,” I said. I was barely awake as my dick throbb...

Ben and Amy came over for the big night, as Amy said they would. I spent most of the day wondering if they were going to turn up at all, as I hadn't heard any more about it since the discussion a week ago. I got rid of Daniel, with the flimsiest of detail, he wouldn’t be back until the next day. And just when I decided that Amy had probably been tripping and that they weren’t coming at all, the doorbell rang. There was Amy standing closest to the door, smiling and one might say jubilant, with Ben standing behind her looking a little sheepish. “Hi,” I said. “Hello,” said Amy. Ben mumbled something, but I didn’t catch it. I assume it was hello. “Come in.” “You home on your own?” “Yes, yes I am.” Amy came in. Ben came in behind her. “Hi ya mate.” Ben smiled. He looked nervous. “All ready?” asked Amy. “As ready as I will ever be,” I said. I looked at Ben. “How about you?” “Yeah, good,” he said. They had pot, a huge bag. “Provisions,” said Amy. We headed to the lounge room. Ben started...

Steve and I went to the gym together. I suggested a bit of action, when we’d finished, when I saw the change room empty. “You’re pretty cute, do you come here often?” “Ha ha.” I stood right up close to him, I rubbed one hand up his arse, as my other hand grabbed his bulge.” “Stop, someone might come.” “Yeah, you,” I said. “No.” "Ha, ha," I said. I could see his was barring up at the suggestion. We stripped off and headed to the shower, with Steve holding his towel over his semi hard dick. He hung his towel, I hung my towel. Steve moved towards the shower. I grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him around. His hard cock bounced kind of sideways. I pushed him up against the shower wall and sucked his cock in the shower stalls. He was nervous, but he still got it hard. No problem. His cock was thick, it oozed precum, as I sucked it long and hard, with our bare feet cold on the concrete floor. I made him cum, by the showers. I think he was surprised. It was hot. He jumped under...

Tommy called up and said he wanted to trim his pubic hair. He asked me to give him some hints. I told him to come over and I'd do it for him. We headed into my bathroom. He stripped down to his jocks. "They'll have to come off too." His cock was already stiffening up as his briefs came down. He lay back against the bathroom bench with his hairy legs parted, but it was difficult, as his Italian boy cock wouldn't stay soft. It kept getting in the way. I just had to pull him off, so we could get the job done. I poured some sorbolene cream into my hand. "What are you doing?" I slipped my hand around his knob. "Just a part of the service, lay back, you'll enjoy it." I rubbed up and down his fat dick with force. Get the job done, so we could do what we were here to do. “Oh my god!” said Tommy shaking. He threw his head back, so the veins were taught in his neck, the muscles in his arms and his shoulders bulged, his 4 pack became ripped and flat l...

I love underwear, it is my fetish, if I had to name one. I bought some rubber jocks for Steve. Black, with a red pouch. He's fucken hot in them, they stretch around his hot arse like he's the bubble-butt boy. I couldn't keep my hands off him. He got on his knees, turned at the waist to face me, putting his finger in his mouth, saying, “What do you think?” What did I think? He looked so hot in them, I just had to fuck him. They stretch too, I hope we didn't ruin them? I pulled them down the backs of his thighs with gay abandon. They were still around his calves when we had both cum.

I usually keep a glass of water by the side of my bed, but the glass I had been using had been on my bedside table for, well, who knows how long it had been there, all I can say it that the rim was sticky with a substance of an undetermined nature. I’m talking right around the rim. When I held the glass up to the light, it looked like it had half wheels of, let’s say, slime all around the rim. I took it to the kitchen earlier in the day, without getting a clean glass to replace. I woke, what seemed like it must have been 4am, 5am, to see that I had been in bed for an hour and a half, only. I reached out for a sip of water only to find, of course, there was no water to be had. I got up to fetch a fresh glass from the kitchen. I headed down the hallway, clearly Daniel was watching some TV in the lounge room. I am just naturally a quiet walker in the middle of the night, stealth like some may say, it is not deliberate, it is just how I am, so Daniel didn’t hear me coming. When I got to th...

 

I lay in bed and thought about Amy and Ben, and Amy, and what it was meant to be, next Saturday night. The thought of Ben made me kind of hot, and my hand slid down under the covers. Dirty Josh. But, Amy? I didn't know about Amy? Wouldn't that feel kind of weird? And my hand appeared out from under the bed clothes. I didn’t know what to think? Yeah, sure, Amy has an ulterior motive, to find out if her boyfriend is gay, then being able to move forward with the knowledge that she will never have a happily ever after with him. (Oh, just as an aside, did I just assumed Amy would find out Ben is gay? Hmmm?) Yeah, sure, Amy, happy to help. But, where does that leave me? Maybe, I am just over thinking the whole thing? Just be relaxed Josh, go with the flow Josh. There was a joint in the ash tray on the floor next to my bed, I spied. I picked it up and lit it. I lay back and blew the smoke towards the ceiling in a cloud of blue smoke. I whacked off quick, I thought that may take some o...

Amy popped in for coffee. She practically dropped in right in the middle of tea and orange cake. I baked this morning, another success. Something real, producing something real. Amy wants me to have sex with Ben. “You’re always the example he brings up if it was going to be two boys.” She shrugged. “Get it out of his system, will you?” I didn't know what to say. "Yeah, good, just like a man in a crisis, mute." "You want me to have sex with your boyfriend?" "Okay, I see you're still not convinced," said Amy. "In one of Ben's mad fantasies, I somehow agreed and now you are filming Ben and me having sex? "What?" I’m doing what? With who? "Saturday night, heads up, he's going to ask you?" "Ben is into this?" "Oh, so into it, he wants you to join in." Amy looked me right in the eye. "You're not to join in, Josh, you understand?” “Yes.” That went without saying. I know a...

I thank the universe every morning that I'm not still in the corporate world. Click, clack, click, clack, click, clack. Keep up, keep up, keep up. What a good decision, I say to myself. What a lucky escape. What a bunch of trumped up, self important fakers. Bill every hour, bill every hour, bill every hour. Welcome to the real world, I tell myself in the mornings when I am standing in my kitchen and it is light outside and I am drinking my first coffee at the pace your first coffee of the day was meant to be consumed. I feel sorry for them, those I left behind, to tell you the truth. All that hot air, all that self importance, all that delusion about thinking they are, actually, doing something worthwhile, something real, when all they are doing is racking up as many billable hours as they can. Sad really. Actually, tragic because they are now jeopardising the health of the planet with some of the projects they facilitate. As well as kidding themselves, every day of the week. So mu...

 

We were talking about the WA politician chair sniffer. Nick believed it was disgusting. I thought it is just what people do, dirty secrets and all that. The only difference here was that he admitted to it. Murray asked, “Well, have you sniffed someone’s chair?” “Um.” I had to think and, initially, I thought that I hadn't. “Have you?” asked Bruno. Then it came to me. A hot Italian friend, who I think is really cute, was staying with me. He had a mattress on the floor next to my bed. The next morning, when he was someplace else, I spotted his jocks, from the day before, lying next to his bed. “If you have to think about it…” said Nick. “I never thought I would ever be telling anyone this…” “OMG!” said Bruno. “But I picked them up and sniffed them.” They all laughed nervously. “That’s not the same thing,” said Murray. “Have you done the same thing,” said Bruno. “It’s not the same thing,” said Mike. “Sure,” said Murray. “But that’s not the same as sniffing someone’s chair?” “I sniffed ...