Coda Josh Grant

Court yard chairs

A bit bonged-over, mid week, what am I like? Jumbo dropped by early Monday morning. He'd been out all night, trying to pick up but he hadn't managed it. I was awake early, some notion of writing, it is always easier to write in the morning. Jumbo text me accidentally he meant to text somebody else. I text back automatically without ever really thinking it through. He wanted to crash for a cup of tea before he drove home. Jumbo stayed for 2 cups of tea and some vegemite toast. “So I guess you still want to suck my cock?” “To tell you the truth, I have never thought about sucking your cock.” Was that true? I wasn’t sure. “Oh come on, isn’t that what all you gay guys do?” He laughed like he was drunk. I looked at Jumbo and really tried to imagine sucking his cock. “What are you doing?” Jumbo began to squirm around in his chair. I dropped my eyes to his well padded crotch. I’d checked his crotch out before, I knew that. “Hey!” Jumbo moved his hand in front of his bulge. I looked up...

  Ding! Ding! Ding! Sounds the tram as it is coming through. Ding! Ding! Ding! is the sound they make as any Melbournian will know. Ding! Ding! Ding! Is the tram sound we all know.

A plump woman thanked the tram driver as she got out the front door of a tram in front of me. I wondered who she was talking to, for a moment. Then when I realised, I thought, how quaint. I momentarily, wondered if I should do it to, but I would have only been mocking her. Really. Is that awful? It would have been worth it for a laugh. I was coming home from the city, having had a boozy lunch with Nick. "You drinking?" "Sure, yes, why not." "We'd better get 2 bottles to start with then..." I would normally walk, from the city to home, it is why you live in the inner suburbs, after all. It was far too nicer day to be stumbling home drunk in the midday sun. It is much more contained to be sitting still when the wine is sloshing around in my brain. "Thank you, driver." Cute. Of course, then I had to thank him. "Thank you." He didn't respond. I was disappointed, I have to tell you. I wanted a reply. It probably would have been somet...

I'm semi interested in people, you know, as long as they don't interfere with my life too much. Do their own thing, don't whine or gossip, or bore the pants off me. Humans are interesting, in a self-focused, selfish kind of way. Cats and humans are alike, it's why some humans don't like their feline friends, too alike. Maybe, they'd make good pets? You know, a couple of throw humans for the end of the bed. "I can't sleep, entertain me." You know, the pretty ones. The plain ones could still clean, or take out the rubbish, or do the shopping. I could teach them to say lines like a cocky, or stand like a statue. Dress them up like Beefeaters. Or, maybe, I could just watch them wrestle on a mat, or make them sit up on their hind legs and catch chocolate in their mouths. Of course, there would be a favourite, which, I guess, would get him into fights with the others. There could be a top dog to sort that out, naturally. If you get what I mean. A...

Ben likes to jog in bright colours. He reckons it is safer that way. I guess, maybe he is right, but I don't really like bright colours.

I got up early. I woke early and could get back to sleep. It's the trouble with going to bed early. I went jogging at 6am, just as the sun was coming up. It rained. It had already started as I was leaving, but I thought, hoped, it would stop. It got heavier. I pulled my hoodie over my head, to keep my head phones dry. By the time I got home, it had stopped. And I was freezing. I stood in front of the fire in the lounge. Bruno licked the sweat off my legs. It tickled. I was just drying my hair with a towel when there was a knock at the back door, it was my neighbour Beth. “You been jogging in the rain again?” “Yeah, well, gotta do what ya gotta do.” “It will lead to no good,” said Beth. “I’ve told you before. Pneumonia and death not long after.” “I’ve got to keep it all trim,” I said. “I never know when I have to use it.” “Meditation,” said Beth. “I’ve told you before. To much emphasis on,” she looked at my crotch, “ya thing…” “Beth!” I laughed. “Empty vessel, Joshy boy, empty v...

I sucked his cock, good and hard, it felt good in my mouth. He moaned like he liked it. He had a nice dick, big and straight and hard. His name was Tim, he said he had a girlfriend who wouldn’t understand. I was going for a jog passed Melbourne uni. He just kind of looked at me and I knew he was on. I wasn’t really looking for it, not really, I was just out running, enjoying the sun shine, headphones on. But he looked keen, thick, dark hair, widow’s peak, which is a bit of a weakness for me. Sparkly eyes, nice smile. He held my gaze at the lights, Swanston and Elgin. We headed down a laneway behind one of the buildings there, when everyone else crossed the road. It was that easy. I wondered if I was misreading the situation, hoping I wasn’t, knowing in my heart that I wasn’t. That familiar buzz, it comes back to you quickly. He got behind a dumpster and took his cock out and said he wanted to be sucked. Nice and thick, uncut. He looked nervous, I reckoned he was 20 years old, I should ...

My mate Mike is not shy, and we all love him for that. Big Canadian, as sweet as a Canadian. He has a girlfriend who treats him badly, but he's been with her forever. So, it is no surprise he's not adverse to getting away from her, with his gay mates, to feel the freedom. Occasionally, he's tempted by a handsome fella, you know, maybe when he’s had too much of something, but that isn't very often. “Just keeping warm,” he’d say to us with his big toothy smile.

I was at a party the other night when a rather, shall we say, rotund, older gentlemen sidled up to me and said, “So tell me about you?” He looked like an egg, with a completely bald head and Harry Potter glasses. “Oh, um,” I said. “There isn’t much to tell.” “Oh, come on he said, a nice looking boy like you?” Well, I have to admit, that I am vain enough for that line to work, quite clearly. Who’d have thought. Quite possibly, I’d smoked enough and drank enough to make me vulnerable to such blatant flattery. “I’m between jobs, at present…” “Through choice, I assume,” said my new friend. “Actually, yes,” I said. “Just taking a career break, considering my options.” “And what options they appear to be too.” “Tell me about you?” I replied. That’s just what came out of my mouth, in the moment. “Oh, I’m Harry, Harry de Moo.” We did that awkward handshake thing, that people do in an odd way after they have already met. “I am a semi-retired photographer,” he replied. “But I’d much rather talk ...

I like this arty shot of Tim in a beanie, it makes him look less blonde and more exotic, not that I really want him to look any less blond hair and blue eyes, but this filter is interesting, even if I can't remember what filter I used.

I got a pair of Matt's dirty jocks. It was late Friday night, Daniel had been out drinking. He came home blind drunk. As it turned out, Matt came home at the same time, just a bit after, with shopping. It was his first shop, you know, since he has been on his new salary. Daniel insisted he try them all on. Shirts, jeans. Then it came to the jocks. “Put them on.” “What?” said Matt. “Put them on, man up,” said Daniel. “We want to see you in your jocks.” Daniel knew Matt fancied him, because I told him, so something was working here, but in reverse. “Come on,” said Daniel. Matt stripped off his black jocks. Nice hairy arse. Daniel looked at me behind Daniel’s back, as if to say, check that out. Daniel got Matt to spin around slowly, and sometimes provocatively in his undies, his eyes continual checking over to see what I was looking at. I saw Matt in his jocks. I saw Matt out of his jocks. I still can’t believe it, Daniel spun Matthew around naked and posed. He’s got a nice dick, it l...

How I will always remember Matthew. That arse. Nobody can do what Matt does with his. He really knows how to enjoy it. The boy is very talented, let me tell you.

I love guys on the net, on cams, especially straight boys, you know, in their 20s, they seem to be the horny, single, ones, maybe up for anything, without shame. "Come on, let me see you wank that big cock." They love hearing that. They are told to behave, all their lives. They are told, Don’t do that. Act This way. Do as I say. "That's a nice cock." They are looking for the slightest provocation to get their cocks out. Secret men’s business. Are men allowed to have secret business any more? It has to be more secret than before. "Show me how you wank." They want to show you. Then they are hard and their rigid prongs are out, just like that. He slides it out of his jocks, provocatively. They want people to look at it, you know, after they are told all their lives to put it away. "You got a really hot cock." "Do you think?" The last semblance of bashfulness disappears. "It's sexy and beautiful and big..." "Do you li...

How people pretend they live their lives in public, doesn't match what they do in private. If we were all honest and admitted to our sexual proclivities, the world would be a less uptight place to live.  I'm sure of this. People are stressed not by what they did, but by what they are hiding. I have a case of a couple divorcing because I have a wife who thought she was happily married, believed in it, was certain she’d be with her husband for the rest of her life, while he was continuing consecutive affairs with every personal assistant he ever had. It was a prerequisite that the candidates would fuck him to get the job.

I'm making it up, it will be fun Ada Phillipot, 69 year old Liverpudlian, atheist pension who is visiting from the Northern England. She’d been out with her knitting nana buddies at the Slip 'Em A Mickey Arms celebrating the last days of their bus and truck tour of the Western Suburbs of Melbourne, saying hello to all the 10 poms as a representative from the motherland.  The last thing she remembers was downing her second glass of peach schnapps. She came to on her own in the front yard of a strange house in Fitzroy. She is convinced that Ivan, one of the ageing members of the pension barber shop band, that entertained the "girls" during the evening, had spiked her drink.  "He spat when he spoke," said Ada. "I should have been more wary." Ivan said he had a bedsit in the commission flats, a box of claret and a packet of lamb-skin condoms from 1961 still unopened. He just wouldn't take no for an answer. The census bo...

Amanda called up to see if we were all prepared for the Census. I told her I was going to give false info due to the security changes. "Oh Josh, what have you got to hide," said Amanda. "That's not the point..." "Oh it is, darling, how do you expect the government to make policy with incorrect info," said Amanda. "Josh, I am surprised at you." "What policy," mum, "What policy?" “To run the country, luv.” “What? Tough on terrorists and the torture of refugees? You mean those policies?” “Don’t be silly,” said Amanda. “Building roads and schools.” “100 thousand dollar degrees and more freeways to choke the city and the world’s air? That policy?” “Josh, sometimes you are impossible.” “It is just more data collection to be sold off to the highest bidder when the govts rich donors want access to it.” “It is all secure…” “Did you know the ABS has had something like 13 security breaches in the last 12 months, or something like tha...

I just finished a three week assignment. Nick's office wanted some work done. There, it is done. I got to thinking about my life, what I should be doing. Working was okay, but it didn’t inspire me to do any more. I messaged my next door neighbour, Beth, with the following message, I had a moment this morning when I thought I really should look for a job, but I worked my way through it Beth replied, Oh and if you ever doubt yourself again. Call me. I messaged back, chuckle.

I had an HIV test, I figured it was time. Do them all, all the blood tests. Cholesterol, the works. It is better to know these things, so when I say to somebody, “Yeah, I’m good,” I know it is true. And there is no still small voice saying in my ear, You can’t know that for sure, not anymore. I’m not expecting any surprises. It will be all routine. Marking off the years, you know.