Coda Josh Grant

James' arse tastes good. We'd been out drinking. James had too many, it is true. He lay down face first on my couch and said he was fucked. I couldn't help but gaze at his arse, all sexy and small behind the blue denim. I reached around under him and undid his jeans and then pulled them off, he didn't try to stop me, not at all. Too drunk he said afterwards. I pulled his jocks down over his round arse by the elastic. I slid my fingers into his crack and pulled his hairy cheeks apart and licked his warm, brown hold. He kind of resisted once, you know, squirmed, more because it tickled that anything else. More Vodka. Another smoke. Then he is more compliant. "I never thought I'd let someone lick my patootie..." He's smile his beautiful smile, before I'd push his face down into the cushions. Patootie? I thought. I guess that is kind of cute. Cringe. I hope he doesn't say that again. I licked his arse slowly, long and wet. He was still, to s...

Did I tell you how much I like sucking James' cock. Get him a bit drunk, get him a bit stoned and he gets all compliant and his hands just fall away and I can undo his pants whenever and however I like. He kind of mock protests, you know, clinging feebly to his heterosexuality. "You shouldn't be doing that," he says kind of enthusiastically as I slide my hand into his pants. His foreskin is nice to suck. I can suck his knob through it. Slowly it comes out, the foreskin peels away, like a bulb in my mouth. And he groans a bit. His breathing changes. He says, "Yeah that's good. Yeah, I like it, mate." (I love the way he calls me mate) His cock is thick and hard like rock, standing up to attention all veiny. He lets me suck it as long as I like. I suck the head like an ice cream cone filling in my mouth. He groans deep down in his throat, as his dick goes deep down in mine. When his balled fists begin to shake and I get that first taste of sour cum ...