Coda Josh Grant

Cute, well built painter in almost transparent long white shorts, 11.11am, driving home, from Jumbo's house and I'd just like to say thanks to the painter in the, practically, transparent white painting shorts, with his patterned jocks visible below, the dark black lines on his white jocks showing off all the curves on that painter to great effect. His underpants were outlined clearly. I love guys in underpants, it is almost sexier than naked. Cute, well built painter in his white painter’s outfit, which consisted of a white polo and almost transparent long white shorts, chunky arse, muscle thighs, sauntering across the pedestrian crossing. Hairy legs helped me imagine what was underneath. Dark hair. With some beef. Olive skin. I could imagine a hairy chest, the shape of his breast. The hair suite down over his stomach, disappearing into those black, patterned jocks, gathering around his thick, uncut cock. Collingwood. I went home and wanked off thinking about him.

I pickup my laptop and headed back inside. Once inside, I wondered why I had gone inside at all. "I might as well get shitfaced," I said to myself. I only have a small amount left, so you might as well just keep on smoking it like a train, you are only going to come off the rails once.  I can't smoke inside. Amanda came around for tea and cake, she revealed her motive when she arrived. A 22 year old Vietnamese student who needs a room, "At least for the first term," said Amanda. Oh, some charity Amanda is caught up in. He had some where to live, but it fell through. "Darling, he is obviously one of you..." "One of me?" "Oh, you know." She waved her limp wrist in the air. Sadly, I think I clutched my pearls, at this point, and I could have squealed  I maintain it was just an inhale of air. "I'm sorry." "Oh darling, don't be dumb..." "dumb?" "Theatrical." "I'...

Candy came into my room at 4am Sunday morning, pantiless, wrapped in a huge swath of material, which despite it voluminous proportions, it didn't manage to cover her snatch. "Babe," I said. "You haven't quite got your kagool fitted properly." Candy looked down. "Hon, it needs air." "I'm sorry..." I thought the rules were known. I thought the rules were agreed to. "Your brother with his god like cock, has been filling that over and over again for the last half an hour, she needs to breath, trust me. Shove over." "What time is it?" "I have a joint." "Why didn't you say sooner." I’m cheap, I have never denied it. I sat up in bed shirtless, and Candy sat next to me, in whatever it she was trying to be. She pulled the joint out of somewhere. "Got a light?" I had a lighter on the bedside table. Candy lay back. "I am so relaxed." "Shut up." "Your brother, your br...

I lost a day. I thought it was Friday, but Daniel was hanging around the house. He was just lazing about this morning, he was, it was doing my head in. Finally I had to ask him? "Daniel, aren't you going to work today?" "No, I've got nothing pressing," said Daniel. "But, what do you care?" By this time, I had realised that perhaps it was my judgment that was off skew, and I'd shut up. "But that wasn't it, little guy, now was it?" said Daniel, looking up from his ipad. "You thought I should be going to... you thought it was Friday?" It was true, my reality shifted around a cog, and yes, I thought it was Friday, when in fact, it was Saturday. "You were... are, so stoned you don't know what day it is?" said Daniel. He said it like it was a bad thing, I look at it as a victory for the working man, but yes, it did appear to be true. What he was saying. What the hell happened to Friday? He gave me...

I text Jumbo. He was at his country place. You know something about life, when your dealer has a country house. If I wanted to see him, I had to go out to him. Well? Just don’t think about it, I thought, get in the car and go. It isn't that far once you clear the CBD and surrounds. I’m out shopping at the moment, I will text you when I am home. Damn! Out shopping. I'm standing at the back door, keys, wallet, glasses in my hands, juggling the key to lock the back door. I might as well just leave anyway, I think, just leave, by the time I get there he will be home. You'd think in a big city, I'd be able to get a dealer who lives closer. The trouble with 40kph speed limits is that there are too many dumb cunts out there behind the wheel of a car, who don't know what day it is, let alone possess the ability to deferential the different road speeds, so they just go 40 KPH every where they fucken go. They are so annoying. Get out of my way you fuckwhit! I have to dri...

Wanking is good. Having a jerk is always good. I'm best friends with my cock, again. He never lets me down, he's always thinking what I'm thinking, and then he sometimes gives me ideas. Men should have jerking circle with which to bond. All slippery with goose fat and turned on with anticipation. Guys are lucky, they have something to do just naturally when they are bored, or alone, or just up for some fun, always, anytime. Fancy the church trying to take that away from them for so many years. It feels good. It always feels good. Even when it feels bad... swallow... it feels good. What do girls do when they are bored? All those aching cone shaped hands. At least we can slap ours around, come at it from different angles. Slide it under your balls and try to fuck your own arse with it.   (Good thing I'm off the hard stuff) Pretend you are a girl. Or, as my buddy Paul once fantasised, staple my own cock and balls into my own arse and douche with my own blood. Yep, ...

Mike is buying up all the laptops that crystal heads are selling for their next hit cheap. He's then reselling them, without doing anything to any of them and he is making money. "It was just fun, to begin with," said Mike. "It didn't start as anything, but now it is giving me hours of fun." He just loves pissing around with Apple computers, now he is making money doing it. "You know when they say they find their bliss?" said Mike. "Jesus, I'm almost too scared to hear what comes next," I said. "You always do that Josh," said Mike. "I'm going to ignore your last comment." "Mike, what is it?" "I reckon I've found it," said Mike. "I've reached Zen." I didn't know what to say. It was a laughable hippy moment. I was gobsmacked. You aren't supposed to reach nirvana until the day you die, that's how I've always interpreted that stuff. And it almost j...