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 ...

James has called a few times, or was it text? Something. Nice boy James, handsome, athletic. He's my favourite type, confused straight boy. Imagine how hot it would be to hook my little confused straight boy, namely James, up with me and my big confused straight boy, namely Ben, in the same sexual tryst. You know James could pass as Ben’s little brother, they don’t look that dissimilar, they both have blond hair, blue eyes, and the same square jaw. It would be hot. Ah, soldier on with codral – you know I say that when you have something to suck on to make yourself feel better. Then again, I don’t want to scare Ben. He’s coming along quite nicely, even if I do say so myself. He is becoming putty in my hand, I’m getting him right where I want him. And he is the one I want, as Olivia used to sing. So, you know, as tempting as the thought is, the two blonds snogging for me, I might just settle for continuing to work on big confused straight boy as a solo project. James is genuinely lov...

I'd forgotten how much I like closing the lift doors on people, it gives me a thrill. Sad, I know. Well, really, having said that is it really sad? Or is fun. Laughing at the adversity of others? (When no one is actually hurt in the process) That’s not sad, that’s what makes the world spin, surely? 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. You know when the lift doors get to that po...

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 defi...

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, still only 3 weeks, it should go fast. So, it’s not exactly back to work, but that’s how I like to think about it. Makes the decision not to leave easier. I told my old partner Peter Fry that I wanted to leave. He said he couldn’t have that, “My dear boy,” as he likes to say, so he gave me a new matter he’s just got to tempt me not to leave. “You can just keep this between you and me,” said old Peter Fry. “no need to bring HR into it.” Fortunately, it is just a walk from home, for the 3 weeks. I’ve gotto remember the positives for then reason I took this job in the first place. I shouldn't get too bored. I love those walk-from-home jobs. You know what I’ve always hated, the suit and shirt, fortunately nobody cares too much about ties any longer. You've got to love that. So, I’m still not leaving all the hot boys in their business suits, just yet. I like the trend at the moment of having...

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...

Ding dong sounded the door bell early, 7.30am. I opened the front door a crack. “It’s your mother.” I opened the door wider, standing in front of her in my undies. “Is that any way to greet a guest at the front door, Josh?” “Nobody who I would even remotely label a guest would be arriving at this hour in the morning.” “You are wasting the best hours of the day.” “You sound like grandma.” “Oh don’t say that.” She sounded wounded. I laughed. “Put something on Josh, your mother doesn’t want to be looking at her sons bulges this early in the morning.” She goes to the lounge room. “Have you been burning joss sticks again?” I go to my bedroom. “Your sons bulges certainly don’t want to be looking at you,” I call from my bedroom as I looked for trackie daks and a hoodie. “I’ve just got a new car, I got it last night,” mum called back. “I couldn’t sleep, I was up early, I just wanted to drive it some where.” I stepped back into the kitchen, zipping up the hoodie. “A new car?” “I just replaced m...

George in the shower. He wasn't so please about me barging in with my camera, but he warmed to it in the end. I told him I was going to post it, his only response was, Well, have you got my good side. Then his face broke into that big, gorgeous smile of his.

I fell asleep on the couch last night. Stonkered! Daniel woke me up at 5am hissing at me, in half formed whispers. He was standing over me in the couch scratching his cock. His voice was really raspy. “I don’t give a damn where you sleep, but at least turn things off, or are you lying about your green credentials?” Silence. It was a drive by. Hit and run. The undies bandit hits again. I struggled to get up. “Green credentials, green credentials,” I hear myself muttering. Clearly Dan the Man is still pissed. I see I am going to have to have a word to him. I couldn’t get back to sleep. I tossed and turned. I think I was asleep much earlier in the evening, I’d had 8 hours. I went for a jog in the dark. Tiny shorts I’m sure I popped a bum cheek at one point – ah, podium dancing, I remember it well – no shirt. Sure it is cold to start with, but I am sure it must be good for me some how. Repentance. Yes father, I touched myself. Besides, I can only play he’man in the dark. The guys who jog a...