Coda Josh Grant

I got PrEP from Daniel for Ben and I, better safe than sorry, I thought. I know the HIV crisis is over now, pretty much, but it is better to take precautions. “What have you guys been up to?” said Daniel. “I guess I know. Unsafe sex? Seriously?” “You know the risk is far diminished now…” “Yeah, okay, sure,” said Daniel. “It’s no guaranteed though…” “Walking down the street isn’t guaranteed,” I said. “Yeah, but there are risks and there are risks?” “An undetected viral load means you can’t pass it on, right?” “Right.” “So, if we take PrEP it is like a double security, right.” “At its generous interpretation,” said Daniel. “But you guys are negative and what if the other guy isn’t on his meds?” “That’s why I want these?” “Well, it’s better than not taking them.” “It will only be a few guys,” I said. “We’re not going out and slutting about.” Ben and I decided to stay on PrEP for the time being, just in case there were any return bouts with Grant. And there is also the cute wog boy in Wool...

We head out of the venue, and straight into Nick Kennedy and his girlfriend Jackie Pie and Jacob Ryan and his girlfriend Ashleigh Hurley. “Good night,” says handsome Nick. If they ever wanted to recast Henry Cavill in Superman, Nick would be their guy. “Great night,” exclaims Grant Riddle. “Yes, a good night,” says Ben in his usual understated style. “You have a good night?” “The best,” says Jacob. Cute, blond Jacob. “Thank you so much for that legal advice,” says Jackie. “No problem,” I say. “I guess you’ll be invoicing her at $100 an hour,” says Nick. “Something like that.” I laugh and pat Nick on the back. “Great night,” says Grant. We all hug good night. Nick and Jacob are big guys when I wrap my arms around them. “You’re clearly having a good time,” says Jacob. “The best,” says Grant loudly. He half raises his arms in the air in a victory pose. The gravel crunches under our feet. I wonder what Grant is thinking right at this moment, because I can tell you I was feeling nervous. G...

I go and watch Ben play footy. I find it really hot, him in his shorts all sweaty and messed up. He turns me on like that. It was a big match, really exciting, the grand final, and they won. The roar was deafening when the siren went. All that testosterone. The fans were really pleased, it had been however long, I can’t remember, since they won their last grand final? So, there was lots of partying back at the club house. People. Alcohol. Speeches. Partners, all dressed up. Food. Music. It was really nice to watch Ben accepted by all of his team mates, nobody seemed to even question him and me anymore. I was by his side, no one reacted as if it was out of the ordinary. There was Dancing. Celebrating. Singing. Partying until the very late hours. His mates were all smiles, there was a lot of back slapping, and arse patting, and hugging and boys kissing, jubilantly. And a good time was had by all. All the boys were very excited and by the end they were all very drunk. One of the players ...

We headed down to the hospital in the early hours, 5am. The labour had been going since 11pm last night. apparently Amy was exhausted. There were certainly a lot of women in, shall we say, comfortable shoes. “How did she get so Lesbo in the short time you’ve been split up?” “I don’t know, I guess she found she liked it.” “You know she’s only licking snatch because you are sucking dick, she’s always been strangely competitive with you.” “Really, competitive with life style.” We hung out in the waiting room, oh really, I guess it was a lounge. One of the women, names Ellen, or Rosie, piped up at one stage. “Are you the sperm donor?” “Ah, er.” I don’t often see Ben lost for words. “He’s the father,” I interjected. “Biological?” Ellen asked. “Are, yes,” said Ben. I’m thinking he looked a little overwhelmed by this stage. “The father.” “You delivered your fatherhood,” Rosie mad parenthesis in mid air with her hands. “In a cup?” “Huh,” said Ben. “Oh, no.” “No?” questioned Ellen. “No,” said B...

We got a call late from Natalie. “Amy is going into labour, I’ll keep you posted.”  “Okay,” said Ben. “I’ll let you know when to come to the hospital,” said Natalie. “You do want to come to the hospital, don’t you?” “Yes,” said Ben. “I want to come down.” “Good,” said Natalie. We waited for the call, which didn’t come for 5 hours. Ben said he wasn’t concerned, but then he began to pace. He couldn’t settle. He was on his feet, seemingly, not really knowing what to do with himself. I watched him with a cross of concern and amusement. "Nothing's wrong, why do you keep asking." "Oh, I don't know, just checking." "Oh, well, un…" And his concentration just kind of faded away.