Coda Josh Grant

Ben and I are having a crystal meth jack off session for the long weekend. Nothing I like better than my best straight buddy wanking to porn with me. He'll be here soon. We both have Monday off. We are going to watch porn until everything runs out, us, the drugs, our cum, everything. I got one terabyte of new gay porn from Nick.  It should be fun. I've got straight porn too, for Ben, you know, if he wants it. I don't mind straight porn with hot men in it. Watching hot chicks take it from their hot men turns me on too. Either way, I don't care. Straight boys get turned on by cock too, Ben certainly does, so whichever.  That has been my experience anyway, not something they tell you about at "coming out" school. The popular thinking is that straight boys are straight boys and you leave them alone and you coexist nicely, which, I am sure, is something perpetrated, at least in part, by straight girls. You can't blame them for it, they ...

I'd forgotten how much I like closing the lift doors on people, it gives me a thrill. Sad, I know. People are pathetic, they seem to have this inescapable need to run and catch the lift that's doors are closing, no matter how many other lifts that are available. In my building, if you miss a lift, you push the button and the doors open for the very next lift available. People don't get it. They don't seem to be able to resist. They don’t seem to care about whose lift they slow down, it is all about them. So, I close the doors on them. Bwahahahahaha! It is kind of a game now. I love it when I see the other person's hand waving desperately into the crack between the lift doors only to pull away again at the last minute in fear. Oh well, you've got to be a bit silly to make the time pass. All that respectability in a suit, meh. You’ve got to laugh. I’d respect someone who closed the lift doors on me. I would, it would amuse me greatly to know somebody else was play...

One of the other guys in the office, Chris is tall and athletic, like a thoroughbred horse, and handsome and he looks sexy in his suit, but on casual clothes Friday in his jeans he has an amazing arse; pert, round, slightly indented on each side over his hips, tapering into his thighs, with a nice crack right down the back. I could barely stop looking at it all day. I don't know if he catches me gazing at his snatch, but sometimes I am sure I catch him blushing when he looks in my direction. And in jeans, I could see the dick on him, like a fist pushed down the front of his pants. The boy clearly has a big trunk on him. I can almost picture it curled in his soft cotton jocks over his hairy nuts as he walks towards me in the morning. Actually, he is well groomed, so I reckon he’d be clean shaved, he’d have big, smooth purple nuts. I like the feeling of shaved nuts, I’d like to roll his around in the palm of my hand. I like the feeling of smooth scrotum skin. You know, there are de...

I got James to stand in front of the full length mirror dressed in what is my favourite look on a guy, shirtless with jeans. It is my very favourite 'guy' look. And James looked really good like that.

I'm working with boguns, let's be truthful.   (Not For Profit is like that, either fat or stupid, generally unattractive, it is like a repository for the lame.) They are the types to say, I’m not racist, but… I always want to say at that point, Well stop speaking, for goodness sake. For the sake of goodness. From experience, the standard issue racist remark usually follows. They didn't, but you know the type.  (28.10.2014 - Actually, I misjudged them. (the racist remark business was way off) My usually impeccable judgment was way off. I guess it was first day nerves. Yes, even me. They are nice... sometimes it is easy to mistake the salt of the earth types for boguns.) Work is okay, they're okay, it is nice to get a distraction from the mundanity of it all. Not that I am ever bored, but I'm not sure we are built to do nothing. Distraction is good. Nick came and had lunch with me today, we sat outside on the footpath under the oversized umbrellas. "W...

It is still the best view of a guy. Oh yes, I am an arse man, I don't deny it. There is just something about those curves and the promises it holds. you know, the delights there are to be had. Yes sir, give me a great arse any day.

There's a young gay twink in my new office. He's very gay. Gay with a capital G... not that there is any thing wrong with that. (Boom bang) I don't tend to tell my colleagues on a temporary assignment that I am gay, not that any of them tend to ask. I usually am asked if I follow the football long before anyone asks my marital status, if they ask that at all. Occasionally, I am asked if I have kids, but not often. So they never know if I am gay, or not.  I'm always fascinated by effeminate twinks, I am not really sure why? I have to walk passed him if I head out of the office, head to the kitchen, or head to the toilet. He's begun giving me looks and coy smiles, whenever I walk by. I thought, I guess he had guessed, my macho exterior is not so impenetrable, but it dawned on me that I probably started looking at him, before he did me, with my fascination for little screamers. But, you know, that's okay, it can be our secret. He's funny. He gives me a l...

I start a new assignment for 3 weeks, so it's back to work, back to the grind. Yay. But, only 3 weeks, so it should go fast.  Fortunately, it is just a walk from home. I shouldn't get too bored. I love those walks from home jobs. You know what I hate, the suit and shirt, fortunately nobody cares too much about ties any longer. You've got to love that. Back to all the hot boys in their business suits. I like the trend at the moment of having snug fitting suits, with the jacket cut just above the arse, helps for better viewing of the merchandise. So many hot besuited guys in the city.

We went to an under ground club in the city. It’s simply called black . It is very out-of-the-way , it is only by word of mouth that anyone knows where it is. It is very dark, and it only plays sad blues, mostly saxophone and piano with a very soft drum beat, if you are lucky. There was an exotic male dancer up on the small stage, he performed exotic moves dressed in very little. Waiters come with drinks on trays. Girls and boys are shirtless, just with bowties. The girls have some kind of band of material, actually covering them up. “Espresso vodka, martini, vodka and lime, vodka and tonic.” The waiter put the correct drinks in front of the right people. “I love it here,” one of us said. “Thank” you,” said our handsome waiter. “It’s cool.” “We are, er, very unexclusive,” said the waiter. “The cool comes from that.” “Unexclusive?” “Yes, we don’t want to be the place to be, that wouldn’t suit us.” “Wouldn’t suit you.” “No, we don’t want a select group of people coming, or anything ...

It's a hugging machine. I think we all should have. We all need one from time to time. I think the people would be much nicer for it. Especially the guys, you know, if they could get a hug when they need it and not just when it is available, and the world would be a much nicer place for it.

James has to ditch his girlfriend. He’s drifted away from her, she knows there is something up. And she knows it’s bad. She calls him every time he wakes up at my place. James said that he nearly told her twice, recently and on both occasions he panicked and fucked her both times, instead. “I didn’t know what else to do.” I wish I’d watched, all that pent up sexual tension, on both their accounts. Sick, I know. She knows she has lost her handsome, puppy boyfriend, but she doesn’t quite know why? Or if it is permanent. Oh, she must have a good idea of that. You see, James just wants to dump her. They were teenage sweet hearts. Tell her nothing. They have been together since they were 16. Tell her it is all him and not her, and I am sorry, but it is over. “Then she drives her blue Prius through our lounge room.” “What?” he says. James knelt up on the bed in his trunks with an obvious boner, which I had just been playing with up until that point. “I don’t know. I will just say I don’t kno...