Coda Josh Grant

Right on the stroke of midnight, I was hard up Jame's arse. As the minute hand hit the twelve, James was just beginning to make his "I'm just about to cum" moans. He was on his knees, with his head down between his arms, I was behind him, he pushing back hard on my cock, like all my (bottom) boyfriends, no matter where they started out on the sexual orientation spectrum, asking for cum to be deposited deep inside him... never mind that within some circles he mixes he still claims to be straight. And I guess all of the people in "those" circles would claim to know him. The lives we live? You always have to scratch a little at the surface to truly know what is going on. We didn’t plan it that way. It wasn’t some clever game that we planned down to the precise minute. No, we were home watching TV and one thing led to another and we just happened to be doing “that” as the clock struck midnight. We lost track of time, you might say. James was still lying fac...

Today is just a day to get stoned, except we have to go to the big family party. Just because Amanda and Rick have managed to flee the city, it doesn’t mean that Daniel and I get out of it. There’s a family “Do” in Warrendyte. Daniel and I argued - we had discussions - about which car to drive, in other words who was the designated driver, thus determining who could dink, or sneak down to the creek to smoke a splif. I lost, so we headed out to the country in the Golf. As we approached the Burke Road turn off, the traffic on the freeway steady got thicker and then came grinding to a halt, right at the exit, so we took it.  The house is kind of nice, set on a long bush block, finishing with actual river frontage (in real estate agents terminology) on the Yarra. Everyone was seated in the first court yard, around a seriously ravaged entrée plate, when we got there. We were the last to arrive, so all eyes turned to the both of us. Daniel and I are n...

The Xmas lunch turned out all right, despite Amanda calling the night before saying that friends of theirs were in town so they'd becoming too. And four turned into seven. I mean, as it turns out, we can both cook, thank you Amanda. She studied cooking when Daniel and I went to kinder, then she taught us as teenagers. She always said that no sons of hers would grown up to be useless in the kitchen and she taught Daniel and I to cook from an early age. She said it was her gift to womankind in the world. This, of course, was one of her many gifts to womenkind in the world, one of the many gifts to womenkind that she claimed simply by adding Daniel and me to the world population. She cornered me in the kitchen, as she suggested adding more salt to the gravy, "Well, I couldn't exactly have you show your mama up, now could I." And the whatstheirnames were at a loose end, on their own. She smiled one of her triumphant smiles. The whatstheirnames arrived first. Apparently t...

I drove to Northcote and got "supplies" from Jumbo. Well, it's Xmas. I'm off Xmas eve to the 5th Jan. Driving home, as I came down Lygon Street, there was a guy on a bike in front of me who’s jeans had ridden right down exposing his white cotton jocks, which were stretched just enough to pull the soft material tight and I could literally see the hairy crack up his are. As it turned out he took the streets I was taking, so I got to gaze upon his sexy arse clearly visible and very nice arse crack it was too, for some time. I just sat behind, I didn’t over take and let the afternoon sun do its thing. I’m sure I could pick out individual hairs. At times like that, I like to thank God for his abundance. Or should I be thanking Allah? I picture him as one of those beautiful Arabic men who were asked to leave (I can’t remember where) because they were too beautiful. The A man and the J man must have know each other, or could have, (I don’t know the time frame of the K book) ...

We went to the finance picnic at lunch time in The Fitzroy Gardens. My boss tried to get out of it, we are flat out, and it didn’t go down well with the new boss. I’m sure I know the new finance director, Remy. I’m sure I know his face from some where and as my recent past, or not so resent past, has been, pretty much, all gay, where do I know him from? He’s a semi-handsome darker-skinned guy who, when I gaze at him and cast my mind back, I get snippets of shirtless and drug fucked. I can’t get any firm picture of him in my head though. We ate lunch in the Fitzroy Gardens rotunda. The food was bought in tubs. The Chris Cringle presents were bought in boxes. I’m sure I got to see all the cute finance guy’s jocks, by the time they’d finished lifting and carrying and moving and placing. They were being a bunch of helpful lads. Ashley's were blue – he’d have a pretty cock. Daniel's were black – he’d have a big fat cock (apparently, he is getting married in the new ...