Coda Josh Grant

His skin tastes sweet. His big hands rub my head. I love the way the hair on his thighs spreads up across his heavy balls to the base of his cock and up his flat stomach in a strip disappearing into his naval. He has a sexy waist, I love the way the elastic of his jocks sits across his hips. It makes me hard how quickly he gets naked for me. Sliding those jocks down. That hardening cock. His thick pubic hair. That hot arse. That hairy crack. His groans are deep and guttural, coming from the pit of his stomach, as I push into his arse. His ring gripping me tight, his face saying that I am doing it to him just right. The sweat on his brow, as he pulls himself hard. He has nipples like cherries as I squeeze them, and shoulders this wide, thick in my hands. I love to kiss him, him on his back. I love his naked feet around my back, as my cock slides into him, as I kiss his lips. I love the way he comes, pulling that beautiful cock furiously, his ares wide open full of me. How he...

My first day of Unemployment. I sat on the couch dfirst thing in the morning and smoked a big doobie. After that, I jerked off to some brother’s getting into it porn. I followed that with a long luxurious shower. Nice. Then I was dressed in track pants and a hoodie. I made coffee and I sat out on the back veranda and smoked my second joint.  I just let the day wash over me. What is that feeling? How do you describe it? kind of contained nervousness, coupled with a new and unfamiliar sense of freedom. The feeling of nothing to do, and nowhere to be, looking out on the day that seems oddly different to all the days that have proceeded it. I sat back, stretched out my legs and thought about absolutely nothing, which was wonderful.