Coda Josh Grant

I'm feeling a little plain today, it was hard work getting out of bed. Ha, ha! Not the usual spring and wide-eyed greeting of the day. It was more of a harrumph and "Oo, that morning sun sure is bright." Strangely, I was craving roast chicken? WTF? Actually, not so much roast chicken, although that was definitely on my taste buds, it was roast potatoes I was craving. You'd think I'd had enough meat and potato over the weekend to last me for, oh I don't know how long. A quick check of the time, 11.25 and I thought, you know, it's not that far off lunch. And by the time I'd smoked a joint, washed the crusty lube from my loins and patched everything else back together, it was after midday by the time I was heading down the street towards the local Charcoal Chicken. A quick take away coffee from Mario on my way and the day just seemed to burn a little brighter.

Matt and I have spent the world wide chocolate festival having a little celebration of our own. Just the two of us, shut away in my room, curtains drawn - actually, that's pretty much how they always are - music, movies, occasional porn. The time just seemed to fly by, the world throbbed beyond the curtains, but we didn't care, we were on our own plane, spinning in our own orbit. I love that feeling, as the world floats by without a care. I got meth from Jumbo Thursday night. Oh what the hell, I thought, after Matt suggested it a week ago, or so. Why not, I thought? I was whacked by the time I left his place. "Come on, have a couple of pipes with me." So, it could be said I started a little early. Matt arrived Friday night and we smoked the peace pipe just after dinner. I cooked, chicken risotto, easy. Then we spent the next 36 hours refuelling, in between sliding bigger and bigger objects up Matt's arse. Pretty much he was hungry and ready for the next siz...

I took photos of Matthew. He was a willing model. This is my favourite outfit on a guy, jeans but shirtless. I got his pants off and took photos of him naked, but I can't show those photos here.

The best way to get it all back together again is exercise. Sweat the shit out of your system. So, sometime mid morning, I pulled on my favourite undies, track pants and grabbed my back pack and headed to the gym. 6am. It was a great morning, breaking sky, the sun wasn’t shining yet. There weren't too many people at the gym, just a few guys pumping weights. Nice bums they all had too. Hot men. Straight with wandering eyes, just how I like them. They look, yes, sure they do. Of course, Carlton, early morning, all the perves are out at that time too, there is no guarantee that any of them are straight. The office boys and the perves, who like to perve on hot office boys. Despite what you might think, I don't go to the gym to pick up, I go to workout. I'm mostly there with my head down getting on with it. But, a boy can't help but notice, sometimes.

I quit smoking. Jesus fuck me Christ, again? You all say. Yep, is my answer. What is it they say, never quit quitting. That’s what they say.

Matthew is getting half a woody in this shot, as I am whispering things to him as I take the photo. He really has a very nice one. Thick and fat, and solid in your hand.

Matt and I went to the sauna, last night and picked up a pretty wog boy, Spiro. Big brown eyes and a keen attitude. We'd had a shit load of meth, Jumbo bought it over, Saturday morning. His treat, cause I'd been so good to him. I didn't really know what he meant, but, you know, who cares. I think he thinks Matthew is cute. We had Viagra to counter the effects of the meth. Pretty Spiro and I, took turns in fucking Matthew. Matt loved it. This, hot wog guy's big cock and my big cock sliding in and out of his sexy arse, he couldn't get enough. He wanted to be split open and he took both at once, the first time he'd been double fucked. He mad gaga noises and the cum just started shooting out of him.. He whispered in my ear that he loved me later when we held each other in our arms in bed.

I think those clothes you wore today would look better on my bedroom floor. Oh, how many times? Through the years, when an angel appears. There he is, my twenty something. Everybody needs to have a twenty something, somewhere in their past. Look at you. You’re looking at me. Yes, I am, yes siree.

Two days till the great chocolate festival, when all the shops are closed for the longest period of the year and we all eat too much chocolate. I bought eggs for Matt and Daniel and for mum and dad. I feel like I am stacking on the grams just as I am looking at them. Just chose something around the $20 mark and get the hell out. Multiply by the number of people you have to buy for. Done. $100 and Easter is a stitch up. All my partners have liked chocolate, that seems to be a shared gene. Or would that repulse you like a sibling, you know what I mean?

This is Spiro, the guy we picked up at the sauna with whom we had a threesome, Matthew's first. Spiro and I put a dirty great smile on Matthew's face.

Ben and Amy were out Saturday night. They'd had a pill, or a nose full, or something and were on the prowl, so says Ben. Actually, so says Amy too, I had lunch with her yesterday. “So, who’s idea was this?” “Mine, said Amy. “She shrugged. “Ben’s...well,” she smiled. “Ben thinks it was his idea.” “So, whose idea was this?” They picked up a somewhat confused twenty-something straight boy and took him home. He was making eyes at Amy, who was playing up to him, even when Ben was standing next to her. He said he looked over once... twice and smiled. The twenty-something seemed quite confident, forward even, unashamedly up for an adventure and Amy seemed to be his choice. Ben asked the twenty-something if he wanted to go home with he and Amy. “I sent him over,” said Amy. “Someone had to make a move.” “What was he like?” “A metrosexual pup. Uni student, you know, thinks it is their rite of passage to try new things. Cute. Sexy.” The new boy thought he was there to fuck Amy, “My girlfrie...

I was being a cheapskate and coming home on the City Circle after dropping my car off at the mechanic. The tram was packed. There was a large number of, what looked like, tourists, but there also seemed to be a large number of students heading to RMIT. I'm sure the City Circle is meant for the tourists and not the locals. Ah, uni students, you've got to love them. One big, buff guy in a tight t-shirt and baggy track pants stood in front of me. He had beautiful eyes, blue against his dark hair, sparkling as he gazed out the window. Big, full lips just slightly parted as he watched the street slide by. Cute! And the package in his pants, bulging out everywhere. The boy had a big dick that was plainly obvious to anyone who saw him, just centimetres away from my face, too. I gazed at it happily, hanging there in his floppy pants. I so wanted to lean forward and just cup it all in my hand, it would have been worth it. What was he, in his early twenties. He would have jacked off rece...

Oh, a big weekend. Woosh! Gone! Head spinning! Don't know how Matthew got up and went to work. He's a better man than me. I just lolled about in bed all morning, drifting, waking, drifting, smoking. Joint. Drifting. Another joint. I sat in the sun on my back veranda and drank coffee in the sun for an extended period, so extended I had to go and make a second coffee. My head feels okay even if my mouth doesn't. Nothing a few litres of water won’t cure. I’ve got to stop walking around just in my jocks. I had to chat to my neighbour, Beth, in that state. She caught me in the back yard, as I went out to the car, what else could I do but stand there and talk? She wouldn’t have notice because she doesn’t notice things like that, she only knows what’s going on in her world. I laughed to myself, as I headed back inside for my trackie pants. They were the reason that I was out at my car. Don't ask. Suffice to say, I'd better put a load of washing on. Now I've been smokin...

Matthew and I had the best sex last night. Feeling special about someone, makes a difference, you know. All those other little sluts might like me riding them like the hungry holes they are, but, you know, I like Matt. It's that simple.

I love it when Matt is in his jocks. He has thick thighs that curve up into such a bubble-butt that the cotton clings to, round and firm. Two handfuls. He has such a bulge that pulls the material down so that his pubes show over the elastic. He pushes it against me, it's squashy and full. I love to run hand down the back of his jocks, and slide my fingers through his furry crack, with him hugging me as I finger his soft hole. He has great legs, muscular and hairy. I'm never so turned on than when I have my lips on his lips and my finger sliding inside him.

I was on one of those online dating sites this morning. One of "those" dating sites. (I know, right?) You know, for swingers. Boys girls. Boys boys. Girls girls. Boy girl boy. Girl boy girl. And everything in between. The full complement of normal human sexuality. On my work computer. I've kind of stopped using online sites, pretty much, too time consuming, kind of addictive, numbing, but my memberships are still valid and they send me updates, which sometimes prompt me to sign in and check it out. Not very often, but today I did. Then Kaye was staring down at me. “Yes, good morning.” Besides, who wouldn't want to talk to a handsome straight tradie, Brad, who messaged me. “How are you, handsome,” he’d started his message. That was as far as I got, before Kaye was gazing down at me over the screen. I look up. I jump. “How are you Kaye?” Kaye does big eyes. She looks sideways at the back of the screen, then she looks back at me. “How are you,” I say slowly. “I'm goo...