Coda Josh Grant

Jason is tall, dark and handsome. Good looking, of course. He said he'd pose for photos. He didn't even blink when I handed him the blue trunks to wear. "You want me to wear these?" he said. He flashed that tall dark and handsome smile.  "Yes." "No worries." "Okay?" "Okay," he said. "I guess you want me out of them too." "Yeah, sure." "Okay." He flashed that tall, dark and handsome smile, again. "I'm gonna turn you into art." "Okay, then," he said.

Beer. No shoes. A joint with Nick. The sun goes away. Cold. Central heating to 21. Rug. Couch. Cat. The light fades. Home alone. The television makes the room blue; blue with energy; black enamel in the shadows. Carl and Evan turn up, they are just heading home from the city. Carl looked his usual strapping self. I swear he flirts with me, but he’s also kind of shy and sweet, which is easily mistaken with flirting. My gaydar has spluttered into life a couple of times just lately with Carl. A look. A gesture. Conspiring in a joke that I some how already am fully briefed. It is unsettling. Summer Murder Mystery, Carl and Evan weren’t into it. They didn’t stay long. The fire burned in the hearth and the detectives eyes. A body has turned up, badly damaged, suspected violent death. Our strapping detective, Marlo Steal, is relentless. He interviews all the suspects. He weighs up the evidence. The big, handsome detective solves the case, everybody can feel safe. Just a Sunday night in the c...

I jogged early, before the sun came up. I couldn't sleep, I was awake for no apparent reason. I jogged in shorts, and a hoodie, it was still raining. The cold air was bracing on my skin, I knew I was alive. I'm warm as soon as I start running. It's sexy. The girls give me looks. I like it, despite not liking them, you know. I have an ego, of course I do. Their heads turn and watch me run passed. I like it. They must be heading to work, so early, I almost feel sorry for them. The cold air was so crisp on my nipples, it made me hard. I didn't expect that. The birth of the day, a nice time to be out in it.

Daniel fancied himself as a photographic model. He fancied himself in a thin, white cotton short. But, I don't know, it just seemed a bit dull. So, I threw water over him. He wasn't all that thrill by it, but he looked good after that, and not dull at all.

Hasn't it been cold? My balls shrink away to no where when I go jogging in the mornings. I put my hand down there to adjust and there is nothing. The hairs on my legs bristle, as my bare skin gets use to the breeze. The cold air burns in my lungs, as I start to jog. I love the brittle light of the morning. My foggy head spins with the cold wind on my face, as I start to run. The fragile beauty of the sunrise makes my heart beat faster. I can barely hear my footsteps echo in the night behind me as I leave them behind. All is quiet, new and clean. My heart beats faster. The footpath is clear in front of me, I can see through all of its shadows.

Matthew looks good in his blue and red undies. The guy knows how to fill them out. He certainly does.