Coda Josh Grant

Some girl's just talk, don't they. I must be getting intolerant? I went to the post office and had to stand in line for quite some time, as there was quite a queue, stupid me for going in during lunch, and these two girls in front of me never stopped talking, not for a second. There wasn't even a pause. They didn't even seem to draw breath. They just kept on yakking until I wanted to scream, Shut up! I guess that is sexist? It is just meant to be an observation? Guys talk shit too, of course.

I was at the top of Bourke Street, nearly at Spring, attempting to make my way through the people and the outdoor tables on the foot path. The people and the tables were many, the spaces in between were limited. A handsome Indian guy smiled, tilted his head, stepped sideways, and swept his hand in front of himself for me to walk through before him. He looked me in the eye and smiled, as I hesitated. His beautiful eyes twinkled, his lips parted gently to show a row of pearl white teeth. My breath was taken away just for a millisecond. I guessed he knew it. He had the self assured smile of a a man who was born handsome. "After you." I nodded, as if to say thank you, and stepped passed. I tried not to blush, or act coy, in the face of beauty. That jawline, that bone structure, that skin. I won't tell you how he filled out his jeans, I guess you can imagine, but I had noticed. I dropped my eyes. I looked up again as quickly. "Thank you." "Oh no,...

We were in the beer garden, it was really late. Collingwood. I was there with Tim. Nick was there. Murray and Bruno were there. Mike was there. Evan was there, so was Carl. Josh and Trent. Carl is the shy one. Evan, I think, still claims to be straight, despite the number of male lovers he is racking up. We were all seated except for Bruno, who is as cute as a button and loves the attention. He was standing in front of us all, wearing a pair of chaps and a pair of jocks and a vest over a bear, chest. We were all off our faces. Oh occasionally I indulge. I never said I'd stopped altogether. I'm sure I didn't. Murray turned to me and said quietly, "Watch this." "Okay," I said. My eye lids were heavy. The next thing, Murray grabbed hold of the side of Bruno's jocks under his chaps and pulled the front sideways. Bruno's cock and balls fell out. Bruno has a great cock, fat and uncut. But, at this stage, it flopped out all small, but st...

I only ever see god when I am looking down another man's foreskin, that ring at the very end, that tightens and loosens on demand, is the gate way to heaven.