Coda Josh Grant

Rowan was one of the sporty jocks at school. Dark hair, blue eyes and really handsome. I used to share my pot with him, and he used to 'put out' because I shared my pot with him. I'm sure he used to 'put out' because he really liked pot. We used to do photo shoots when we were really stoned. It is a miracle that any of the shots turned out.

Tommy came over for a coffee, I got him a bit stoned. He told me how nice Angelo's cock is to suck on. Big and thick and uncut. It is pretty, the skin is dark, with a nice, smooth red knob. Tommy likes it a lot, does Tommy. He likes to suck on it nice and slow, for hours. It's thick and hard and bends up like a big, ripe banana. Angelo likes Tommy sucking it too. Angelo just spreads his legs and lies back and lets Tommy suck it deep into his throat. How I'd like to watch that. Sexy Tommy sucking off pretty Angelo. I suggested to Tommy that he puts one of those camera clocks in the room next time he sucks Angelo. He laughed, and elbowed me as if to say that he couldn't do that. But, I saw the flash in his eyes, he wasn't totally against the idea. Ha, ha. Show off. I wouldn't suggest it again, too pervy, but if Tommy produced it, I have the clock he can use. I bought it when I was out with Nick. Nick showed it to me and I bought it thinking that I could find a use...

This is the other Josh. He is a professional swimmer. I somehow managed to talk him into doing nude and semi nude phots for me when I was studying photography. He has a fantastic body. Josh was not shy. I never got off with him, but I have got off to his photos many times.

He had a widow's peak and olive skin. He had a dirty cock, protruding from his jeans. He grabbed me by the hair and said, "Suck my cock, poofter boy." I hoped there would be no more hair pulling. I wondered if making me suck his cock was the worst thing he could think off? And not the best thing, as I thought. I was dragged forward on my knees right up to him and in line with his cock. “Hey, easy.” His cock was hard and oozing jizz and if it wasn't for the scowl on his face I would thought he was really going to enjoy this. I think he was, but I don't think he wanted his two mates to think it. He rammed his cock back into my mouth. Okay, mate, okay, you have a beautiful cock, I get it. He was enjoying it in a sadistic kind of way, or at least, I think that was the impression he wanted to give. Whatever he thought, I was keen and didn't need to be asked twice, or dragged across the park to stick that thick thing in my face. “I'll suck you tough het boy lik...

Here's another shot of Marcus. Every square centimetre is just about perfect with him. You can well understand he is very popular and never short of a date on a Saturday night. He's also a lovely guy, sweet and always seemingly happy.

Angelo plays for the local soccer team. "Come and perve on my boyfriend playing soccer," said Tommy. "It's worth it, he looks hot. You'll get to see his sexy legs." "Okay." I shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. "Why not." I was being offered 18 year old Italian boy’s soccer legs, don’t you worry, I was getting a move along. Tommy smiled. "His fucken team mates will blow your mind. All fit wog boys. All cute as hell." I raised my eye brows, I could feel them rise. I was trying to get a mental picture. "You're going to salivate." Tommy laughed. Angelo looks hung in his baggy soccer shorts. Sexy. More like a man than ever I have seen him. And great legs, it was true. Tommy wasn't wrong, about the team mates. A bunch of smiley, cute, sexy, happy, sweaty, enthusiastic, running, jumping wog boys as far as the eye could see. They all seemed nice, too. Friendly, happy guys. Soldier on with Codral. Afterwards we hea...

The perfect dance party outfit. You can pack for Mardi Gras by slipping your outfit into your back pocket, I know I have a couple of times when I have been going to Mardi Gras. Sebastian and I went to Mardi Gras one year, I wore tiny black shorts, Sebastian wore black Calvins. We joked that I carried both our party outfits in my jeans pocket to Sydney.

Ben's a sexy boy, you know. A sexy boy for a straight boy. I like it when he comes over pissed, or off his chops, he's really cute then. Pliable... or is that compliant? He came over last night, late. Those dreamy half closed eyes and that wonky smile on my door step when I swing the door open. “Amy is working on her PHd thesis.” And she needs lots of time to herself to work on it. That's what Ben believes. So, you know, she sends him over to my place. "I had to just get out of the house." Smile. Sexy. "I'm just smoking pot and watching a movie." "I was hoping you'd be home." Smile. "I'll roll the joints." The boy has got a beautiful cock, what can I say? Pretty. Really pretty, one of the pettiest I've ever seen. How could I turn him down? He's really sweet, too? Open, not afraid. Not afraid of intimacy. Not afraid of touch. He stumbled in the door. "I'm a bit fucked." He wrapped his arms around me an...

No Chubby good bye. I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all. Nobody to talk to in the mornings. Oh Daniel, I get about a grunt a morning, if I am lucky from him. Some mornings I even go back over our conversation, to check there wasn’t anything I said that could have upset him. “You got the dog?” “I’ve got the dog.” “No more dog to have. Oh Chubby, why did you have to go and do that?” “I was just about to turn 11, next birthday, did you think I was going to go on forever?” “Oh yes Chubby, absolutely, I expected you to live forever.”

No Chubby, looking up me in the kitchen. No Chubby, lying on me on the couch. No Chubby strolling out the front door, “Hello world.” There is always something missing, something just isn’t right. I find I am always looking for him. His energy has gone. There is a great big chubby sided hole where a Chubby used to be.