Coda Josh Grant

Dirty Daniel has been fucking the wog daughter of the local fish and chip shop, Maria. They do late night kebabs and Daniel went in their with a couple of his mates, late. He flirted with her and she flirted back and it wasn't so much later that Maria was jumping his stump. Apparently Maria really likes Daniel's big schlong. My brother has a cock like a horse... and the girls like it, apparently. Anyone tells you that girl's aren't size queens, they'd be wrong. Anyone tells you that girls aren't perves, they'd be wrong too. Daniel goes running in the tiniest pair of running shorts and the girls come after him like bees to a honey pot. I've seen them in their front yards, their gaze following my brother's hot arse as he jogs by. He has a sexy arse, my bro. Anyway, apparently Maria is engaged to a wog boy her parent's approve of. Dirty Daniel. Mario, or Tony. They are getting married in the new year. The big wedding is being planned at the mo...

“So, how did you go?” “I don’t want to talk about it,” says Jason. “So, you struck out?” “Chicks be crazy, that is all I’m going to say.” Jason held his palms up in mid air as if they were his shield from any further discussion. “You can’t be straight boy sexist and think you can just leave it there.” “I can too,” says Jason. “You should just be thankful you like fellas, that’s all I want to say.” “Tell me.” “Let’s just work out, huh?” “How are you going with the two guys?” “I’d rather not talk about it.” Jason laughed. “Which one do you like, quick?” “Ben.” Oh shit. “I don’t remember one of their names being Ben.” “It’s not.” “So? What I’m confused. Who is Ben?”

I met James at the Thai restaurant. He was nervous. So was I. I got there on time, but I usually do, unless it is a house party, then I leave home at the time I was told it started. James was on time too. All I could think about was Matthew when I first got there. Come on mind, stop playing tricks on me. I was nervous that I would call him the wrong name, so I avoided calling him any name at all. I didn’t call him the wrong name.

Just lying in the sun, getting a little sun shine on my skin just when I can. Not much sun around so you have to grab it when you can. When the sun shines, it is just nice lying here, and all that. You still have to be protected from the breeze. Now is not the time to be feeling the breeze when what you are really looking for is a little warmth. A little colour for date night, really, universe, is that too much to ask. Nobody wants to strip down with a paste white body, I know I don't.

I decided I might as well live the situation I have got myself into. The year of living dangerously? Who coined that phrase?  Matthew called early in the day, and I organised dinner with him in Fitzroy eating Mexican.  James called not long after I organised dinner with him tomorrow night eating Thai in Lygon Street.  What the fuck, I thought, this is the reality I have created for myself. I met Matthew at the Mexican restaurant.

“So, let me get this straight,” said Nick. “You now have two of them on the go and somehow this is a problem?” “Yes.” “I see.” “It is, yes.” “Ha ha,” said Nick. He seemed to be enjoying it. “So, I have both of them wanting to see me this weekend.” “Why haven’t you told one about the other.” “Yes, that is a good question.” It was a good question too. I don’t know why? “I think it is because Matthew thinks he is the only one.” “Poor Matthew.” “Well, I don’t know…” “He’s in for a rude shock.” “I don’t think any modern gay guy is going to be in for a shock…” “Seriously? Do you believe that?” “Well…, er… yes.” Did I believe it? “What have you told him?” “Nothing.” “So, it is lying by omission.” “I’m not sure I would call it that.” “So, what would you call it?” “Bad timing.” Nick sat back and bought his hand up under his chin and rested his face. He squinted his eyes, for dramatic effect, I am sure. “What must it be like to live in Josh world, I have often wondered?” “Oh, come on, you are ju...

Matthew's best angle. Ha, ha, I like to joke. Matthew doesn't have a bad angle, let me tell you. Those legs are something else.

Daniel has this favourite pair of yellow shorts that he wears all the time. He says they are his favourite. The number of times he wears them, you have to believe him. Apparently, he was down the shopping centre and a middle age woman said that those shorts leave nothing to the imagination. "Too much," ask Daniel. "On the contrary," she replied. And she smiled and looked Daniel up and down.  "Oh well, I am glad that they aren't too terrible," said Daniel. "Not at all, " she said. "If I was twenty years younger I'd..." She laughed. And she blushed. "On the contrary," said Daniel. "You wouldn't have to be 20 years younger, not at all." She was gorgeous, said Daniel. She had dark auburn hair and a beautiful face. "Oh, you are just saying that," she said. Daniel said to me, I was just saying it, I was just trying to give her a compliment. She laughed. She had a beautiful laugh. And then she just h...

I've been seeing more of James. I really like him. Pretty much we smoke pot and make out. He's split with his last girlfriend, so he is back on the sex-go-round. I don't mind, he's cute. And he's a puppy for dope, his last girlfriend wouldn't let him smoke it. He’s coming over this afternoon. Sometime later... I’m just going to have to teach  James to give me his arse. He’ll come around, as long as I’m gentle. He’ll like it, you’ll see. The trick is not to scare them. You've just got to get them into it without too much explaining what it is. I few joints, a bit of amyl, some booze, whatever and “Surprise!” By then, the nerve endings inside him will take care of his enjoyment. And before he knows it, he’ll be split open and loving it. I kept thinking about it during the afternoon. It made me whistle. Things that I want and that I scheme for and think about in my head, often make me whistle, as I am thinking about them. If I am doing other thin...

Friday is the day to hit the gym. I know this is kind of reverse to what most people think, they think that Monday is the day to go. Guilt Monday. I disagree. Friday is good. Friday is great.Set you up for the weekend. Let's go down and see what cute boys are down there pumping their muscles. Scratching their hairy legs. Pulling their jocks out of their arses. Little shorts, singlets, off guard. Hot legs, nice chests, distracted smiles. Sweating. Wet. Panting. Daniel has been going too. We look pretty good together. Steven, the little girlie queen - and there is nothing wrong with that - friend of mine thinks Daniel and I are two hot brothers. I know the little fag is fantasying about Daniel, you know, the straight boy, so I don't get a big head about it. Steven thinks he is being oh so cool. He thinks he is being oh so nonchalant. "Who's the kid in the shorts that are too tight?" asked Daniel. "Oh, he's a little queenie friend of mine," ...

Yesterday, I was really horny for a piece of arse. You know, when your cock is on a slight hardness the whole time, when it won't just shrink back into an inanimate worm and shut the fuck up. When it just has this continual dialogue with you and you find the thing you are doing most, like a twitch, or some involuntary movement, is reaching down and touching it, attending to it, patting it, even when you don't know you are doing it. It can be kind of annoying. Of course, nothing a good wank, usually, won't fix, but instead I decided to go for a run. Laugh. So, I jogged up through the Carlton Gardens, it was kind of a nice day. You gotta love the inner suburbs though, the fag suburbs, poofter city, faggot central. I hadn't gone too far, when I crossed paths with Ashley. Nice shorts, good legs, really nice arse, singlet. He kind of caught my eye, I was kind of head down and powering forward. I'm not sure why? Don't know why I decided to exercise the monkey ...

Who likes to suck cock? I know I do. Who likes the feeling of a hard, young man jammed in their mouth? I know I do. Who likes the feeling of a hot guy's shaft in their hand? That feeling of man, the real man, all man? That feeling of the embodiment of their attention being all yours? I do, absolutely. Feeling the blood pump through the big vein underneath. Listen to them breath, listen to their breathing change. Listen to him breath hard. Taste the first leakage of juice from their excited loins, as his cock bends up like an iron rod.  I love the pump pump pump, the squirt squirt squirt, as he gasps for breath, as he grabs my hair, as he jerks and spasms, as he twitches his legs. I love the bitter taste of his fluid in my mouth, as he cries out, calls out, yells gods name. How he rubs my head. How he gasps for more. How he gasps, how he gasps long and hard, again and again. How hard he is. How hard his cock is. How amazing it feels. Like rock, hot rock. How wet and sloppy he...

Lachlan found that it was guys who were the best patrons to his online shows. He didn't care though, as long as he was getting views. It's not like they can actually touch me, he thought.

Lachlan got really addicted to the online cams, he was on there every night. He became very uninhibited when he was behind a camera online. Anyone who paid him money and a compliment, he was really happy to put on a show for.

Matthew in his undies, before I pull them off him and taste his many delights. He has. the best legs I've ever known.