Coda Josh Grant

Ah Nigel. When he wasn't running, or training to run, or giving workshops on how to run, he'd be online picking up guys. Nigel's appetite for running is just as big as his appetite for getting held down by guys who are much bigger than him.

Remember, they can smell fear. Be sure that in the heat of battle, in the crux of conflict, in the fear of the fight, when the precum drips out of you, they'll be able to pick up on that first drip of ecstasy instantly. Super sense. Wiff of jizz in the height of hate …that's when the full force of what "their mates" might think will become apparent to them … do I? Don’t I… and it is when their attitude might change and you have to watch for swinging fists sometimes, or apparent retreat and gentle Jason, gentle Chook. It is when they may try to slide their, probably hardening, cocks back in their pants and pat you on the back and say, “Yeah, cheers thanks a lot.” So, you have to navigate safely past that hurdle, the fear stage, or as I like to call it, the First Gate of Renouncing your Heterosexuality, if only for a time. “Oh yes, I do like an official title.” “Yes, you do like an official title, that is true. Guide them gently through, pats, hugs, kisses, if we are up...

Quentin is a ballet dancer and a life drawing model. He says the two things combine perfectly. Quentin is really girlie. He walks with a straight back and long legs that make him look like a really camp preying mantis. He played gay Jesus in a gay Crucifixion Play where he was tied to a huge railway sleeper cross completely naked, as punishment for screwing Judas right there on the stage.

I went out dancing last night. Popped a pill and went on the hunt for some basic beats. I found what I wanted. I grooved into the night. It's what I needed, a good, mindless dance. I popped another pill. The lights were good. The music just fine. I flirted with a cute Italian boy. Nice smile, kind of wanting. Beautiful eyes, big and brown. We danced and smiled. He was with a girlfriend. They shared each other's water. “Euw!” I popped another pill. My eyes bled. My teeth clenched. My head floated to the roof and floated there on a wave. Bobbing. I couldn't see. My teeth ground. My sense of balance faltered from this plane to the next. Faces appeared and floated away. The Italian boy asked me something, but the ringing in my ears masked his words. He smiled. I got the sense I was supposed to answer. It seemed funny. That disconnection, half floating on another plane. My eyes bulged as I tried to focus. I laughed. I was smiling. I couldn't stop smiling. He to...

Danny once played Judas in a gay crucifixion play, where he had actual anal sex with camp Jesus right on the stage. It was all very experimental. The arts crowd clapped very stylishly at the end, after they, essentially, watched real life gay porn right in front of them. They all said it was very brave. Apparently, it was anti-establish mainstream religious practices.

My straight next door neighbour, over the road, has taken a package from his job, so he has been home lately. We’ve been bumping into each other since we are both home. House husbands, ha ha. I sometimes run with him in the mornings, it is how I got to know him. The first few times we ran, we just happened to be heading out our gates at the same time. We’d smile at each other and nod. Then we’d laugh the next time. Then the next time he said, “I’m running this way. I’m Rob.” Other times, when he is out checking the mail, or putting the bins in or out, we get to chatting. He’d look over at me and laugh and say, “We must be on the same schedule, or something.” “I promise… I’m not stalking you,” I replied. Right now, his wife, Sally, is visiting her relatives overseas. Her much loved, globe trotting grand mother is sick, she is eighty. The whole family has descended on Italy. It won't be much fun, Rob, said Sally. You shouldn't come, you will be bored. Rob is hot. He's got s...