Coda Josh Grant

Working together turned out to be great. Of course, we work in different practise groups in the firm and in reality, we don’t, actually, see each other during the day. Except that time, we met up in the toilets on his floor and pulled each other off standing face to face in our suits, holding the backs of each other’s heads, covering one another’s mouths with our own mouth, as we came, so we didn’t call out. Ben panicked when he discovered a trail of cum down his blue trouser suit leg. Then he was at the sink scrubbing it with wet hand towel as I sat against the sink telling him that it would never come out. “Don’t joke,” he said. “I have a meeting…” The toilet door opened and one of the young grads, Michael Murphy, walked in. “Boys.” Ben straightened up instantly and pretended to be washing his hands. “Michael,” we both said. Michael walked through into the next chamber. (Do you like that, the multi chambered pissoir) Ben went straight back to scrubbing his trousers with wet paper tow...

I’d always got a bad feeling from Diedre, Ben’s mum. It wasn’t anything specifically, just a feeling I got from her, but she always said she was fine with her boy being a shirt lifter, or more to the point, she didn’t say she did have a problem with it. I’ve always loved that expression, shirt lifter, it’s quite descriptive, don’t you think? I’ve ‘lifted’ Ben’s shirt many a times, as he has ‘lifted’ mine. We like what we see when we lift each other’s shirt tail. And what is under Ben’s shirt tail is one of the best you’ve ever seen. Lick it, run your fingers up through it, slide a digit into it and listen to how his breathing changes when you play with it. Wait for him to ask me to do to him what I know he wants me to do to him. His gay epiphany came when he was getting done to him what a boy can do and a girl cannot. I’m sure Diedre can’t stand to think about that. And they always seem to think about that, the homophobic, the morally outraged, the mothers just being told about their s...

Saturday night we were out at a party. It was one of Ben’s friends from his straight life. A party full of a bunch of straight boys, you’d think I’d be excited. They were a nice bunch, as it turned out. They made a few jokes about Ben’s new orientation. Something about him being lucky as guys always wanted sex, so he’d be getting a lot. You know, guys are uncomplicated. “You wanna fuck?” “Yep.” The boys all laughed. It must make a great change from dealing with girls and the games they play, another one said. “Pizza, beer and you get your cock sucked without asking,” joked Jeff. “It must be a revelation?” asked Biff. “Sure,” said Ben. All his buddies gave him a big group hug to show him they still loved him. I’m not sure they would have put it that way, but that is what they were saying. I thought it was sweet. The girlfriends didn’t seem to have much of an opinion about it, well, not collectively. However, most of them told Ben that they loved Ben and they still loved Ben no matter wh...