Coda Josh Grant

Is it good will towards my fellow man? Or do I want to just watch porn? Give a lot? Or smoke the pot? I don’t have to go to work until the week after next. Getting really trashed is probably best. I must call up Steve, and Nick and Mike and Murray and Bruno and the rest of the gang, let’s see this year out with a bang.

I like straight boys, they are fun. They smell different. They are strange but oh so appealing. Girls should keep an eye on their boyfriends 'cause you know that most of them play. That look, that smile, that certain way they tilt their heads and squint their eyes, when their women looks the other way. Another beer mate, I say. It's Xmas. Happy Xmas.

The punters luv it when straight boys have gay sex, especially when it is the pretty ones, the strapping ones, the sexy ones. It must be the alpha male thing. Who doesn’t want to see the beautiful fuck. Or is it the last taboo? Taboos are a turn on. I think off-limits, the forbidden, are what are hot. Chicks love it too, as much as guys love seeing two chicks. My girlfriends say they would consider the lesbian thing to make their boyfriends happy, if their boyfriends would do the gay thing. Chicks get turned on watching to guys go at it. Strength and power makes them wet.

It's art, those lines. Living, breathing art. Stylised. They tell a story. This is where life lived. This is where breath and life have coursed with blood and breath. This is where emotions and desires have gurgled through his warmth and joy. This is proof that life has been lived. George is happy to pose. He's a good model.

There are a lot of poofter straight boys who live in Caroline Springs? Why? Do the woman treat them mean? Have bigger balls than them? Is there something about that great plains of suburbia that makes them hanker for cock? I asked a pretty one over the other day, he said his wife doesn't understand him. I asked him how long he'd been into guys? He said he wasn't into guys, but sex is sex. Go figure, I thought, as I went down on him. He really did seem to be into it, as he leaked pre-jizz into my mouth. And said, “Suck my cock big boy.” Out the back in the dunnies of the local road house. I just stopped for petrol on my way through? I wondered what he stopped for?

When Rowan gets enough booze into him he becomes insatiable. I, actually, don't mind that in a guy. Ha ha. Funny how some school buddies turn out in later life, hey

They say you could hang a towel off it. I reckon you could. The football players get wet towels. The twinky fags get serviettes. The brothers get bath towels. The cousins get hand towels. The fathers get kitchen towels. The tradies get my towels. The strippers get small towels. The joggers get damp towels. The footy players get wiped with towels. The trannies get to collect all the towels once the guys are done. Tongs?

Rowan is a hot guy. We did up to year 12 together. I bumped into him at a gay bar not so long ago. He's been getting pissed a lot this Xmas season and turning up at my place late for some R&R. Not that I mind.

Masturbation, a good way to pass the time, fill in a boring hour, while away a slow afternoon, make new friends. Masturbation, do it at home, in a park, on the train late at night, driving home on a long country road. Masturbation, solo, for ages ten and up. Together, for ages 16 and up. Batteries not included.

Rowan as we were getting down to it. I pulled out my camera and it just turned him on even more.

When I was sixteen, my gym teacher asked me to stay back, he saw me limping. I had a sore knee, which he said he should look at. He sat me up on the bench and moved the joint backward and forward. He had big hands, I remember that well. Warm. "How'd you do it?" "I went over on my ankle." "Does it hurt anywhere else?" "No." "You sure?" I shrugged. "I'd better check." He squeezed my thigh. "Your groin?" I shrugged again. Then he slid his hand inside the leg of my shorts and squeezed the part between my leg and my nuts. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting him to do that. I jumped a bit. It felt weird. "Does that hurt?" I shook my head in the negative. My cock was hardening. His hand squeezed the other side between my leg and my nuts. I thought I was going to explode. “Does that hurt.” I shook my head in the negative. He took his hand out of my shorts, I was disappointed. Relieved. Changed, in a way. "You...

Men have to be kept under control, because their sexuality is so wanton. Every man cheats on his wife, that's just what men do. Girls try to rewrite this fact, it’s not true, it doesn’t have to be true, men don’t have to be like that. Yeah girls? Good luck with that. Women have to castrate men to get them to marry them... well, the unenlightened women do. The beige women. The scared. The women who drive 4WDs. The women who shop instead of fuck. But, then again, everybody in the world is scared today, it is the new world order. Sex is out. Fear is in. Scared sells power.

Rowan modelling a pair of blue shorts. they fitted him just fine. The photo shoot made him smile, and he has a gorgeous smile.

Coda is base. Base is good. We're all scared of base. We do good deeds and invent religion to pretend we're not… base We're all scared of a lot of things. Scared of being found out. Base is a disgrace. But eventually coda climaxes... and so do we. We’re all base, we have to be, it’s the truth. Base is truth.

Steve ended up on my bed at god knows what hour this morning. "Are you awake? Are you awake?" He smelt of sweat and cigarettes and alcohol. Oh, the stink of alcohol. The smell of night clubs was all over him, like he'd bought a cloud along with him. He kissed the side of my face and neck gently; wet, warm lips, warm breath. He'd been to the clubs. Apparently, some couple got him into the toilets, slid their hands down the back of his pants and took turns fingering his arse. He said he could hardly focus, barely stand. They wanted his arse. The both wanted to fuck him. But, he wouldn't let them. It turned him on, though, made him really horny, but he didn't want it from them there. Call him old fashioned. Even the fact that he had to struggle with them to let him out turned him on. "As I tried to get the door open and they tried to stop me, it just made me rock hard," he slurred. "The thought of being forced." He laughed. "When all the ...

Lachlan got a new pair of loose fitting white shorts that the punters on the cams absolutely loved. He could slide them down really easily. He'd pop a little blue pill and the punters would go wild. Straight boy huge and hard.

I think I might be an arse man, I like being inside them as often as I can. Broad shoulders, small hips. Fill him up, pull his dick. Watch him chew the material as he walks, he can squat down hard as he talks. He can take it any way, he can take two that’s okay. I like the look, the feel, the taste. Two licks cleans the waist. Slide my finger in, that makes him sing. He asks for more, dirty little whore, I like that in a boy. Breathless. Feckless. Undress. Make me a mess. Feel him push back. Fill his hungry crack. Push it right in, makes him shoot his thing. I even like the smell afterwards. The wetness, the sweat. Pull my clothes on, feel them stick, then you know you have got down to it. Then grab him before he goes, pull him down, rip off his clothes, fuck him again, just for the exquisite pain.

I didn't tell him how to wear the clothes, he just decided by himself how he wanted to be photographed. I didn't mind. I was open to the way he wanted to be shot.

Was it wrong that when I read about those girls with the eighteen year old footballers down Phillip Island that I got half a mongrel? What was it, eight, or so, athletic young men in a pack, on the jack. Big eyes! Big exhale! Maybe, since we live in a Law & Order kind of society, now a days, when everyone is banging on about punishments fitting crimes, those athletic young 18 year old men could be given over to, oh I don't know, a group of tweaked gay boys in a fuck den for eight hours of, er, 'justice' & 'desserts' in return? Let's see how much blood and semen their tight, peachy little, er, cumquats can accommodate? I'd like to watch that too. Too much? Oh, I know it’s too much, but then so are some people’s attitudes to social justice. I’m not sure that is any worse than people thinking 10 years in jail is too lenient a sentence? Surely a weekend locked in a gay sex club is equivalent. Cum soaked red, sore holes for everyone, an outcum. I mean, ...