Coda Josh Grant

Matt and I went bike riding, through the parks and along the Yarra. It was a beautiful day, we rode to the Dandenongs. We stopped for lunch, in a cafe overlooking the water. We were fucked by the time we rode back in, the day turning to night. We showered together. We got dressed up in two tracksuits, grey and black, mix and matched. We sat up and watched TV. Microwaved lasagne, which I made a week ago and froze. We had banana cake, which I made this morning. It’s the waking up at 5am thing. Well, it's really the smoking yesterday, and sleeping for 3 hours in front of the TV thing. Equilibrium, it all balances out.

Matt came over, he said he just wanted to hangout. I made pasta and he bought red wine and we watched DVDs until Matt was asleep on my shoulder. That was lovely. This handsome boy, who'd have thought that. I didn't see that coming, a pup. He is so easy to be with, he's... he's... just so normal. Neither of us ask anything of the other, we just are, naturally, when hang out, like it's been a long time, with the spark of new. It’s a weird feeling. Perhaps I’m not the loner I always have kind of felt that I was, perhaps I am secretly needie? Sound asleep on my arm. I gazed at him for some time. He's gorgeous. That intimate bond, even after such a short time. The sensual trust; you are warm and sexy. That sense of safety and belonging; I can fall asleep just like that. I held him with my arm. He looked beautiful lying there. I lead him to bed after 2am, by the hand, he just followed, still asleep, mostly. I pulled his clothes off his floppy body and steered him in b...

  This is Jason and Scott the two blond aerobics guys. Jason flirts with the girls to drum up business, while Scott flirts with the guys to fill their classes.

I was thinking about that night that Mike and I put on the show for a couple of Prahran queens. I was cleaning up my wardrobe – yes, I know, once every few years – and I found the stretch shorts I was wearing that night. I still had them, they were forgotten in the back of the wardrobe, but there they were. White with ships anchors on them. Jesus, when was that? Mike and I were at uni and we’d been out to a gay bar in...? I fancied him something chronic, so I was trying my hardest to get him drunk – naively hopeful that I'd get into his pants. Big, boofie Mike. Where was it? Prahran? St Kilda? We were maggotted and out of money. We were hammered, staggering around a bit, if I remember rightly. Mike was keen to keep going, he didn't want to go home, he was that drunk boy enthusiastic to keep going, yeah! I wanted to take him home and try my luck, but he wanted to keep going, get up to some mischief. We met Rob and Rob in Chapel Street, we passed them on the street and we caught ...

Some people call him TinTin because of his hair. Others call him Snake for obvious reasons. His real name is Cameron. He doesn't care what you call him, he says he answers to anything. 

Chandra says his parents wouldn't approve of his life choices, even if they think he is in uni doing medicine. And while he is in uni studying medicine, he is now going part time so he can enjoy drug fuelled weekends with his mates.

Lachlan will happily peel his tight briefs off his beautiful body for anyone who will tip him, which is what they call it, to do it, Girl, guy it really doesn't matter to him. He knows he got it, and that other people want to see it in all its glory.

Lachlan loves to get new undies and going straight online with them. You know, that feeling of that newly minted material as you pull them up over your skin? That feeling really gets Lachlan going and ready to get going.

I went and ate burgers with Matthew in Lygon Street for dinner. It was a nice night and I just felt like sitting outside and enjoying the fresh night air. He's such a twink. Cute as. He was very excited, wanted to know if it was a date. “Yeah, sure,” I said. “This is a date.” He called me, I'd given him my number the last time we met up. I met him there. He was waiting outside for me to arrive. His face lit up when he saw me. "So, are we dating?" "No Matt, we're not dating." "But this is a date?" "We can go on a date without dating." "Is that logical?" "You mean, are we going out together, seeing each other? Yes?" "Yes." "No. We're just mates, Matt." "Mates who fuck?" "Yep, mates who fuck." "Can't it be more than that?" "Matt... slow down." "Am I scaring you?" I laughed, I couldn't help it. It was stupi...

I quit smoking today It was time, I say, like it was that easy. It's not. It fucks me over for about three days. 3 days. Grrr. It's hard. But you get through it, you do. And it has to be done. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! I’m not going to die. I’m not going to die. I’m not going to die. I’m not going to die. 

The doorbell sounded just as I'd put out my first joint. I flung the window open and waved my hand in the air, as if that would make any difference. I don't know what I was thinking, an auto-response, I guess. I've had people pull their heads back and look at me like I don't know what, surprise, amusement, like I was going to hell, or they were just entering it, when the waft of marijuana swept over them from the front door, from inside the house. Matthew was at the door, he'd been jogging, he was only wearing a small pair of blue running shorts. His lean, muscular body was shiny with sweat, his hair damp stuck to his forehead, his smile illuminating his face. "I'm hot," he said. Gorgeous smile, cheeky, confident. "You are... I can see that." And you've been running. "Running makes me horny." He tilted his head, as if he wasn't cute enough. "And here you are." I could feel the dope hitting me, spinning my head, as ...

Nipples like strawberries, muscular pecs, a slender waist flowing into narrow hips. Hairy chest, hairy six pack stomach sliding down his abdomen into his black trunks, the material stretched out over his hard cock laying sideways, like a curved log in his jocks. He rubbed his hand down over it. Hairy, thick thighs, I just wanted to run my hands up. I reached forward and pealed the black material down and his dick rolled out like a snake - dark, veins, foreskin, his chest hair and stomach hair joining with it at the base. Italian boy's cocks they are beautiful and Rico's was no exception. I took it in my hand, it nearly fitted. It was hot and hard and solid. I slid my hand along it from underneath, cradling it in the palm of my hand. "I love it being played with," said Rico. "Yeah, like that," he whispered. He leaked precum onto his knob, it was slippery. He pulled my shorts down and stroked my hard cock, he felt great. Big hands, firm grip, yeah just like th...

A shot of my buddy George. Pretty impressive, hey. Oh yeah, you’d be impressed alright. He and I met at a sex club, and did the deed. That was the only time, but we’ve been friends ever since.