Coda Josh Grant

I'm about to have a pull, to my favourite straight guy gone bad porn.  “No, mate, I’m into girls. Oh, what, what are you doing, that feels good. You promise you won’t tell anyone.” “I won’t tell anyone.” “I’ve never done this before.” “Just relax, I’ll show you what to do.” These are the sorts of things you can do when you take a break from work. Of course, it can’t be all wanking, all the time, but this morning it can be. Of course, first things first, you have to, you know, set the mood, so, I was sitting on the balcony on my balcony smoking a J, getting myself more in the mood, when a delivery van pulled up over the road. It double parked behind the diagonally parked cars. Out got a hot wog boy, Hi-Viz jacket gloves, athletic, he had the stance of a boxer, as he jumped from the van.  Jeans that fit him snuggly down his thoroughbred legs. He adjusted himself as soon as his feet hit the bitumen, it was a good handful. He looked like he had a big sausage on him.  He had t...

Boys in their bedrooms with cameras it used to just be dad's polaroid sneaked in from time to time to produce images just for their own enjoyment. But now it isn't quite so confined, I'm not so sure if that is bad, or good.

I went and got Matt a parking permit, that's kind of a big brother type thing to do. Daniel and my car park in the back, so Matt has to park on the street. We have laneway rear access. I'm thinking of selling the Abarth and buying a Peugeot 308 GTI. The Abarth is great, but it is just too small. I should take Matt along, put my big, brotherly arm around him. Except, I don't think he is that interested in cars. I told him that I'd called his car Wendy. It is the numberplate letters. He laughed nervously. He's got this distracting habit of wearing baggy, black shorts around the house. He's got nice legs and a sexy torso. When I can see his lunch bulging in his jocks up the leg of shorts when he is sitting on the couch, it is not much of a stretch to imagine what sort of cock he'd have on him. And he bulges quite a lot, you know when the crotch of the shorts just becomes a thin strip of material covering very little when they "man-spread." He fills h...

My Adelaide nephew, our Adelaide nephew has come to stay with us. I wasn't keen until I found out he may be gay, then I softened. I didn’t consciously soften, but I could feel it in side me, despite myself. Give the kid a chance, I guess. It was Daniel's idea, though. Eldest child syndrome. Actually, it was Amanda's idea, let's face it, she just came in on our weakest flank, Daniel. "I know my boys," said Amanda, looking over her teacup. "Daniel is the sweet one. He has a better nature. Who do you think I am going to ask?" "Thanks for the seal of approval." "Oh, you know I love the both of you, you’re my favourite, after all. But you never do anything for anybody else, sweetie, you need to practice. It is character building." She sipped her tea. "You were the lawyer, after all." "Can't help but get a why-aren't-you-working dig in, can you?" "Don't be silly darling, it's just that Daniel is ...