Coda Josh Grant

Josh and Trent moved to a big loft in Carlton. Trent had leased it and was buying, the sale paperwork was going through. Josh had cornered me in the bathroom, we were both doing our teeth. “You know, the other morning,” said Josh. My toothbrush was in my mouth, my finger was hovering over the button. “Mmm.” I pushed the power on my toothbrush. I should have stopped. Other people would have waited. It is an example of how my timing is always out. “I don’t usually.” Josh smiled. “I don’t ever…” “Huh?” I huhed when I knew what the hell he was talking about. Why do we do that? So he felt compelled to elaborate. “You and me.” “Hmmm!” I understood too enthusiastically. I was trying to make the point that I was with him, I understood. “I don’t ever, just you and Trent…” I agreed with him with a grunt. “So you don’t have to worry,” said Josh. “Unless, you do.” No, I emphasised with a thorough shaking of my head. He still flirted as he said good bye. It’s nice, feels good. What is there not to ...

Mike winced a little when I showed him what I'd done with this one. I watched his hand go naturally to his shorts in a kind of protective reflex.  Oh, come on Mike, I had to make it acceptable for the sensors of here, mate.

I made an appointment to see the doc Daniel. I was going to be in the neighbourhood, I had to pick something up for Daniel, anyway. I get PrEP. What the hell, why not. I fucked Josh raw in the heat of the moment, and now I’m thinking that was stupid, maybe. Certainly a risk. Better to be safe than sorry. Why the fuck not? I’d be pissed if I caught something. I know he said he was negative, but really, I can only trust me, lets face it. Daniel gave me shit. Told me I was a whore. "Hey, doctors have no right to judge their patients." "I'm not judging you as your doctor." “What?” “I’m judging you as a brother.” "Huh, very funny." "Stop slutting about with sluts, because that's all it means," said Daniel. "Not caring enough even about their own wellbeing, let alone yours. Stop being a dick!"

There was Josh. Trent's boyfriend. My friend Trent. The kid who thinks he has got the cream for having a big, muscle bound boyfriend. Where we just think of him as Trent. Pretty, blond-haired, blue-eyed Josh. Smart, vivacious, funny. Smart. I was taken with him straight away. Attracted? Sure, who wouldn’t be. A bright spark lighting up. Josh had that my-arse-is-so-so-sweet way of talking. Like he was keeping a secret. As his blue eyes sparkled in speech, his demeanour gave off a distinct phenomenal presence. Sniff, sniff. He had a tendency to get animated, as if the gold mine he was sitting on was getting too hot. I shouldn’t look at my friend’s boy friend that way, I know? It is against all of my rules. But Josh sparkled. I'd caught his eye a few times, just when we'd all be together at night. He’d hold just a passing glance, momentarily longer than he should have. It left me wondering. Trent and Josh became homeless for a short time. They bought a new house, but it fell t...

Ben came over; baggy jeans, red polo shirt unbuttoned, hairy chest, cap, dark glasses, unshaven. He was complaining about girlfriends, shopping dates, never getting his own way. "Fucken girls, who can ever understand them?" "Now she's asleep." It was 3am... "knew you would be still awake." So, naturally, I rolled him a joint. "You had to go hang around a shopping centre?" I shrugged. "Xmas?" "Nup," he said. "You had to go hang out with her girlfriends?" He shivered. "Nope. Fuck that!" "So, what did you have to do?" He shrugged. "Drink. Fucken drink." "But, that doesn't sound so bad." "Sound so bad, sound so bad? It is after your girlfriend balls you out and departs for what she wanted to do, what she wanted you to do, with, We'll discuss it when we get home." "Oh." "Discuss it when I get home. Jesus fuck, do you know what tha...

Ben bought new blue briefs. I'm not really a briefs kind of guy, but they looked good on Ben. In fact, they looked so good on him I made him put them all on and model them for me. I couldn't help but get my camera out.

Come on, come out in your underpants, I want to feel your bulge that way. Soft cotton. Soft. Come on, come out. Just casually, just saunter out, your thighs and calves exposed. Come out, oh come out. Come on, it wont hurt, in fact you'll like it. Come out, come out. I want to feel the cotton, then I want to feel the skin. Hardening. Come out, come out. You know you want to, you know I want you to. Slide you free. Come out, come out. It'll feel good. It'll feel nice. Cock on cock. Come out, come out, don't be shy, you don't have to be with me. Under wear is always sexy. Come out, come out. I'll make you feel nice, if you don't mind me making the first move. Come out, come out, don't be shy, don't be shy. I'll suck you cock, I'll get you high. I'll stroke you nice, I'll make you cum. Cup your balls in my hand. Lick the wet fluid from your skin.  I'd sniff your jocks, if you'd let me. The musky cotton over my face. The smell ...

I still have my morning wank watching internet porn mid morning, even if we had houseguests. It makes no difference. It's a big house, I can hear anyone coming. Besides, I’m pretty quiet and am quite capable of cumming in my jocks inside my track pants. Some days, if I'm really stonkered and I've seen Daniel running around in his jocks as he gets ready in the morning, as he has a habit of doing, I can find myself masturbating about my brother. I'm not sure if that is healthy. When I say I find myself wanking about my brother, I don’t mean, I’m actually wanking about Daniel, I mean I can wank about the idea of brothers who are sexy and have the same, you know, features. Not mine and Daniel’s, er, features, but some other Josh and Daniel, oh you know, Marcus and Nate, or Jack and Troy. Brothers, not my brother, as such.