Coda Josh Grant

Sammy came over and took his clothes off and lay back on our couch. From what we could gather he'd been out since last Saturday and he just needed some where he felt safe and where he could cool down. Oh Sammy, no problem buddy.

Young queenie Steven starts working out with me and Jason. “Is he looking at you?” said Jason. “Nah, I think he has the hots for you.” “Ha ha,” said Jason. “No, he’s got a thing for straight boys.” “Seriously, this is where you guys lose sympathy…” “Oh, come on, he is a young, harmless gay boy who hasn’t worked out life yet,” I said. “So instead of getting all fucken defensive, just take it as a compliment.” “What…” “It’s a compliment.” Jason looked at me as though he wanted to say something, but the fact he knew I was right was stopping him. “I just don’t like the way they look you up and down…” “You don’t HAVE to do anything.” I felt my face crease into a smile, a la lecture over. Jason smiled, despite himself. “I guess you are right.”

George sometimes grows a beard, he says its when he is feeling manly. "Or not manly?" I ask. "Nah, when I'm not feeling manly I go jog around the tan in a specific pair of old, small, red shorts. The chicks can get enough of me in those."

If you've ever seen hairy Lebanese George just in his y-fronts, you'd know what masculine really is. Jesus! (Put him in a toga and he'd be one of the disciples) He's got hairy legs, hairy stomach, hairy chest, and no doubt a hairy arse, and he's hot. I like hairy guys, they are hot. Just how they are made, you know. George is sexy. Thick thighs, tight arse, well define chest and a six pack, all covered in greek boy hair. Thick black hair, the cutest widow's peak, handsome square face, 5 o'clock shadow.

James is a hot boy. He is sexy as. He's the quiet and calm one. he is the well built sexy one, whose jeans come off him just as easily.