Coda Josh Grant

We were spent, finished, done. The party was over. He was lying prostrate on the bed, exhausted from two days of being well, really violated. I got down between his legs and sucked on his. Soft, sticky cock until he rose again, rock hard, like a slick, shiny rail. “There is the Easter miracle,” I announced. "Rising from the dead." We laughed. We hugged and kissed with Mathew’s huge boner sticking into my stomach.

Matthew and I had hours of mindless sex. He is the energiser bunny when he has a cock up his arse, talk about power bottom. He’s learnt to talk dirty now. I can’t have silent sex and he was pretty silent in the beginning, but I have taught him well, and now he has a dirty little mouth on him. Matthew wants to be double fucked, we watched some porn where some guy was copping it big time from two guys and Matthew slurred at me, “I want to feel that.” That’s my boy. Matt looked hot in his laplap, his thick thighs seemed to burst out from underneath it, and his flat washboard stomach seemed to embrace the waistband. I tied him to the cross and teased him with saying I’d suck his cock and lick his arse, without actually doing it for the longest time, until he was rattling the leather straps wrapped around the cross in frustration. We were just filth for three days. Saturday disappeared as if it never happened. Actually, I love that, ‘the other’ time dimension into which you enter via the gl...

It's party weekend. All those days off are going to be put to good use. Matthew is coming over tomorrow night for his crystal. I went to the gay shop and got lube, water based, and oil based, Up&Go Energy drink meal replacement from Woollies. Matthew is buying amyl. He likes it, I don’t. I got a long piece of wood and a shorter piece, to make a cross in my bedroom. I got some leather strapping to tie Matthew to it. I also got a small laplap in which to dress him up. Ha ha. I wonder what Judas wore? Apparently, John was Jesus’ boyfriend.

I spent the rest of the week stoned off my brain, masturbating vigorously to internet porn, every night in my room, with Bruno lying on the bed watching me. It is Easter, this weekend, party weekend, time to fantasise about an athletic semi nude middle eastern male strapped to a cross. I can imagine catching a glimpse of the bottom of his nuts under his too-short laplap. Apparently, it was, who’d actually know, 3rd April 33AD. You’d have to consult the script. ...long, hot days off. Yay! Hopefully, I think. Yay!

Jarrad cheats on his wife with the girls from work, and some of the girls he's met down the pub Friday nights out drinking with his work mates. Girls like handsome Jarrad and there is no shortage of girls who are willing to slip off their clothes so Jarrad can slip into them. He never uses a condom, he says he can't feel anything if he does. "No, the girls don't say anything about it."

I'm doing work as a digital image repairer. I have a degree in that too, did you know, it was the first degree for my law degree. I've been working from home, in the evenings. It is how I fill in the hours instead of wasting my time in front of the teev. I spend a lot of time doing it. I spend hours at the lounge coffee table, sitting on the floor. I'm doing the work for my old friend Carl. I kind of love it, I think it is my favourite thing to do. I also spend a lot of time doing it, stoned. Do an hour, have a joint. Do another hour, have a joint. I get a lot of work done. I ran out of pot on Thursday. So, Friday I text Jumbo. No reply Friday, no reply Saturday. Sunday, I got the message, in the country, be home later tonight. That was it, I heard no more. Nothing more Sunday, nothing Monday. That was unlike him, he always replies, he always catches up on his messages and eventually replies. On my way in your direction, are you home? But nothing. I wondered if something ha...

There is nothing quite like walking up in the country fresh air. It does your soul good, all the white noise of the city left behind, it is just birds and frog’s song. I drove home with a sore neck and shoulder. I was continually stretching to find some relief all the way down the highway.

I packed Buster in the car and headed up to the Macedon Shack. I had struggled a little all week, all self inflicted, of course, so alone time was needed, and solitude with my best friend, let’s just call Buster what he is. The shack is cold and dark when I get there, the first thing to do is light the fire and the stove. I shiver until the orange flames are licking at the cut wood. Then Buster and I sit with the fire lighting up our faces. Injuries to speak off, a sore neck.

That's Phillip. He likes to be a single at swinger's nights. He likes making out with hot, young couples. If you have a look at him, you will understand that the couples are pretty keen to hook up with him.

Don’t even go there. I couldn’t even go there. You know, in a roundabout way, Hacks is paying for my drug use. Sick. I made it to the gym meeting up with Jason. Exercise makes recovery from drugs quicker. “You look like shit, buddy.” “Yeah, thanks, let’s take it slow.”

I text mum at 8am and told her I had a terrible migraine and that I didn’t feel well and that I wouldn’t be able to visit her this morning. We were sitting in the lounge room in dressing gowns. I was seeing double, to tell you the truth and in no state to go anywhere. I remember seeing the time at 10am, thinking I’d have to be going now. Then I saw the clock again at 15.30. We got up around 5pm. I had to go to a BBQ, so Matthew had to go. He tried to talk me into cancelling, but I just could. It had been planned for ages, all of my crew were going to be there. I looked at the car and contemplated it momentarily. Not 20 anymore, I thought. I picked up my sunglasses, which was amazing that I found them, because I never normally can. I picked up the packet of cigarettes in the kitchen, I guessed they were Daniel's, which didn't ring true, but they weren't mine. I thought I'd need them, I caught a taxi. As the car got going, I didn’t know why I didn’t take Mat...

Daniel is always horny. He particularly gets the hots for forty year old married men. No forty year old married man is safe around Daniel. Hang on to your 40 year old husbands girls, Daniel will be making a straight line for them where he will flirt outrageously with them. These husbands have normally never met someone like Daniel, and they can weaken under his barrage of compliments. Daniel's arse is a work of art, even if Daniel says so himself.

Matthew came over with meth and said he wanted to fool around. He said his arse was twitching. Clever boy, he bought viagra too. He says he can't find a man who fucks him like I do. He says he likes the thickness of my shaft stretching him open. “It just feels good.” I was pretty sure Matthew had already smoked a pipe. “I find it hard to believe, a handsome young man at uni with all those horny uni guys.” “It is true.” He has the tightest, most amazing little arse. When I am inside it, I can feel every muscle gripping on begging to be massaged harder and deeper. The boy is a genius. Get him on his knees with his arse pointing into the air and it is like a mouth sucking. He puts his hands over the back of his head and every muscle down the length of his smooth back tenses and twitches with the intensity of my cock up hard inside him. I can make him cum without him ever touching his cock. Anoop used to do that, cum all over me when I held him in my arms. Matt has the n...

This is Wally. Wally likes to take a shit load of drugs and go out dancing on Saturday night. He slips himself into the finest pair of sports shorts you have ever seen for the marathon dance night. Wally has the most perfect body and the most perfect hairy cheat. People just love to watch Wally dance.

Rob came over in dark blue track pants, with white stripes down his legs. Do you think he knows it is my very style in track pants? Sexy boys wear those tracksuits. I guess he doesn't. Daniel answered the door. "Oh hi, how are you,” I could hear Daniel say? I could hear the question in Daniel's tone. I headed up the hallway quickly. "Rob, how are you I said." Daniel didn't care, nor did he question Rob being at the door at midnight. I took over, he didn't have to be involved in any idle chit chat, he headed back to the lounge room, oblivious. "Hi," I said when Daniel was out of earshot. "Hi," said Rob all breathy and hot. I could see how red his eyes were. I got the sense he was toey, but wondered if that was just wishful thinking on my part. "Wanna come in," I whispered, as if a whisper was conformation of skulduggery afoot. "Sure," he said. He didn't have any jocks on, I could see. It is one thing I can pick ...