Coda Josh Grant

My mate Nigel has great legs, well, being a runner, gives him great legs. All that training he does has really paid off, in the aesthetics department.

I learned long ago that all men are, pretty much, bisexual, especially the younger generations who haven’t been so fucked up with religion, or outdated social norms. I know those with god are always trying to reduce Kinsey’s percentage down from 10% to, something like, 1%, but, actually, in reality I thing that the percentage would head the other way substantially, if the truth was known. I’ve always found straight boys very accommodating, especially when drunk. Alcohol seems to be the bisexuality key for strapping males. That old saying is not far from the truth. What is the difference between a straight boy and a gay boy? 6 beers. I think the old farts who wrote the bible probably knew men were no different to animals when it came to sex, they evolved that way, they were made that way for the survival of the species, and the inclusion of such non-male fucking clauses were political, more so than spiritual. Remember, when the bible was written there were no antibiotics, penicilli...

I get to the gym today and Jason is standing with a serious looking 40 year old chick in expensive workout clothes. "Hey, Josh, this is Maud. Maud this is Josh." “Hi,” I said. She looked familiar to me. "This is Josh, he's as gay as Xmas," said Jason. Clearly thinking he was being clever. I give him a look. “I don’t know why Xmas is gay?” I say. “It’s like everything, gays want to claim it,” said Maud. “Seriously? Did you just say that?” I said. I couldn’t let it pass. “Well, it’s true isn’t it,” said Maud. “It’s not true,” I said. “I reckon it is,” said Maud. “Really,” I said. “Can you give even one example?” "Don't I know you?" She suddenly asked. "I hope not," I said. Maud Goodman, I thought, I know who she was. Special Counsel with a fierce reputation. “Josh, perhaps we should start,” said Jason. He looked nervous. “Did you work on the Crew case?” she asked. “Yeah sure,” I said. “I advised them on employment issues.” “How to reduce th...

Nick called me excited about someone he’d met out drinking on the weekend. “Her names Madge, and she’s cool.” “Out drinking with a girl on a Saturday night?” “Well, lovely boys attract lovely girls.”  I always translated that as Nick saying, hot boys attract hot girls. “Are you going to tell me her full name is Madonna?” “No.” “No, her name is Madge,” said Nick. “You’re odd sometimes.” Her house always had a peculiar smell, now I recognise it as booze and fags. “Sadly, are you going to tell me she is, what sixty nine?” “No, thirty, she’s a scream…” “Is that too much booze?” “No, but we drank Brandy Crusta’s all night.” “Jesus! Brandy cocktails.” “Her favourite.” “Expensive tastes.” “And we smoked her menthol cigarettes  “You?” “She sneaked me puffs on her cigarette out in the smoking section.”  “Smoking hot, hey?” “You should try being nice, it suits you better. “Oh, Nick?” “We got legless and ended up back at my place playing backgammon.” “Did you have fun?” “She played ...

The honeypot. So sweet.  Attracts bees. Buzz, buzz, buzz. That can't control their feelings. Overcome by desire. Wishes so strong. Ultimately sticky. All over your hands.

I was looking at some old photos and at varying times I came across photos of Ben (a different Ben) and Daniel (a different Daniel), guy's I have shared a house with over time. Strapping Daniel with his movie star, dark-haired, good looks and his, alleged cock the size of a coke can. The boy who was such a top, with his great big schlong, that he hated anyone going near his pretty little arse. Daniel and I were mates and I never really wanted to do it with him. But, Daniel knew how to use his amazing good looks to his advantage and there were times when he'd use them on me, I think more out of habit that deliberately, that smile, the twinkle of his blue eyes, that I'd feel it, I have to admit. It was only on drugs that I fantasised about his giant cock. And cute, blonde Ben, who was such a lad, a western suburbs boy, with his cheeky smile and hot, hot arse that he liked nothing better than getting filled on a regular basis. He was a total bottom, from all accounts. I ...

People say I have this charmed life, all the time I feel like I never really fulfilled my potential. What am I doing with my life, I often ask myself? People think I have a wonderful thing going on, when all the time I feel a bit like a failure, to tell you the truth. Close to it. What does success feel like? I nearly had it, I think, but then got tired of the cunts who are out there in the corporate world. I have met a new lover and my friends have said it to him, Josh has this charmed life. I never know what to say to that, as it seems so far from my reality, so different to how I really feel inside. Everybody wants to be me. Apparently, according to Nick. "Of course they do, the great Josh Grant." I don't know what he means by that? I don't feel greatness, whatever that means.  Funny, I think. Why set the benchmark so low? Greatness, is surely, something of astounding value to humanity. I just sit out of sight and write dirty stories and masturbate too ...

It was dark, and I was warm, and sleepy, it was the middle of the night. There was something, it brushed against my face. There was something again, it brushed against my lips. It was pushing against my mouth. It took me a moment to realise that I wasn’t dreaming, to realise what it was. Tim was standing there with his huge, hard cock pressing against my lips. I opened my eyes up to see his beautiful hard dick, his neatly trimmed pubes, his stomach, his chest, his handsome face towering over me. “I couldn’t sleep,” he said. I opened my mouth and his cock slipped right into my mouth, thick and hard and full of juice. It felt great, suddenly my mouth was full. I could feel it touching the back of my throat, almost pinning me to the pillow. I gagged a bit, it is big, I’ve told you that. He slid it in and out of my mouth. I sucked it like a baby would his mother’s tit. “Do you like that?” I grunted in response. He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face. I got my hand to my hard coc...