Coda Josh Grant

I went to visit friends. Matt and Louise. They have a Down Syndrome boy named Josh and because we had the same name Josh he feels a, shall we say, special affection for me. Whenever he sees me he hugs me tight and kisses me. "He really likes you. He is so affectionate," Louise said beaming. It’s a thing, his thing, he has done it forever. I'm like his special buddy. Josh has grown over the years, as kids do and he is now, you know, grown up. He's 16. And he's a big, strong lad. Last weekend was no different to any other time I have visited, he was very pleased to see me. He ran up to me and hugged me, kind of bear hugged me hello. "Isn't he sweet, how he still thinks you are special," said Lou. He kind of hangs on to me, which is okay. Except last weekend, for the first time, I could feel how affectionate he was as he rubbed against my leg. “Ah!” nervous laugh. Josh had a boner, and he's a big boy, well hung and he wasn't backward in rubbing...

Work is okay. It is the usual corporate type wannabes all thinking they are more important than any of them really are. Poor bitches.  There's a couple of hot ones, Tim, Alexi, Matt. Tim is your all around handsome, strapping guy, who's solid and smart and who'd you'd marry and have kids with and all of your guyfriends would forever feel envious about as you spend the rest of your life having incredible sex.  Alexi is you trendy young one fresh out of uni, who packs his pants out with a noticeable bulge, who's arse I'd like to pound really hard. He'd yelp like a puppy, I reckon. Lubed arse, raw cock, him pushed face first into the pillows. Matt is your pretty, dark eyes and eye lashes softly spoken, smile seldom serious type. You'd unzip his pants and peel down his jocks all the while maintaining his steely gaze. never losing eye contact, you take that fat thing and you'd slip it into your mouth and he'd inhale sharply an...

I'm heading back to work for the rest of the year. Yay for me. I have a 4 month contract. Yay for four month contracts. Shrug. It is close to home. I can't sit around for the rest of my life and do nothing, after all. Why? I'm not sure, but that is the prevailing thinking. Ha ha. I don't want to rust up completely. You can't spend the rest of your life smoking pot and masturbating to porn, after all. Apparently. So they say. You know, I've always wanted to know who "they" are? How does on get onto the "they" committee? I reckon I'd be good on it.