Coda Josh Grant

We left for Tropical Fruits at 10pm. Jed, Trent, Matthew, me, Murray and Bruno. Jed’s Range Rover, and Murray’s hire car. The long walk from the car, which is ethereal amongst the silent livestock sheds all fallen still and the city of tents and cars in between. The queue to get a ticket was long and seemingly disorganised, but in the end probably wasn't so bad. There were fireworks at midnight. We took our seats in the bleachers to watch the midnight show. We always seem to manage a seat near the front. The main dance floor was incredibly hot, as per usual, and I found I could only dance in there for a short time. We spent a lot of time sitting on the low wall just outside the main warehouse, saying hello to people. We found we mostly walked the grounds, bumping into people we knew and attracting some new friends. Hay bales, and old carts and the rustic interpretation of the country was on full display, with all those ‘city’ types staggering mindlessly in between. We got a few off...

Christo Calabrese came up for the party also. Have I ever told you about Christo, or Chris as we call him? He is a plumber. I called him a few years ago to get some work done on my house. Well, the first thing I know is that I have a handsome Italian at the door saying, “Got a problem with your pipes?’ It was an affable greeting, one you could tell he used every time he fronted up at a new job. “I didn’t know I had a problem with my pipes until now.” The smile disappeared from his face. “Have I got the wrong address?” “Ace Plumbing?” “Yes, that’s me.” “Well you have the right address.” He kind of looked confused. He was under the kitchen sink with his arse crack showing. I sat by and gazed at him. “You good, mate?” he said from under the sink. “Yeah, I’m good.” Soldier on with Codral. “Anything I can help you with?” “Oh, I could think of a few,” I said. “But the sink is fine for now.” “What would those things be?” “What?” Surely, he didn’t mean. “That ...

I got coffee, at the risk of waking the house up. I'm sitting on the veranda overlooking the rain forest just in front of me. It is still, early. I could reach out and touch the trees between my fingertips. It is beautiful, a cacophony of green. The frogs, I think, are croaking, me from the city and all. There is a lot of bug noise anyway, over yonder... like ringing bells. The birds are singing. They are, kind of, chattering like monkeys. Although, some birds call with a beautiful whistle, some squeak, some squark, some sound like a drop of water falling. I'm waiting for the giant lizard to crawl onto the veranda and demand her maggots, with trepidation. Nobody else is awake. Will she eat me? It is beautiful here. Lush. Remote. Wet in the air. Vividly green. It smells like a river bank. Mossy tree roots, dissolving. Bracken. A carpet of leaves and twigs, damp, soft, like wool slippers. There is mist on the furthest mountain tops, floating above the tree tops. It is wild and ...

So, it was Xmas morning and Matthew was still asleep on the pillow next to me. What to do? Hey Matt, I have to do the Xmas thing, time to go. But, we’d been having such a good time. And I didn’t really want to be that guy who takes his trade to Xmas lunch, but what else was I going to do? What am I thinking, he probably has family of his own with whom he has to spend the day? I gave him a shake. Xmas day was at Granma Lilly’s in Kyneton, which was quite a drive, so I was guessing I needed to sort this out sooner than later. “Good morning,” said Matthew. He had one eye open and one eye closed. “Good morning.” “Happy Xmas,” said Matthew. “Yes, ho, ho, ho…” “Are you calling me a ho?” “You were last night.” Matt rolled over and put his hands behind his head. “I feel really good.” “You shouldn’t.” “Hey, do you have anything you have to do?” asked Matthew. “I’ve got Xmas with my family at my grans house,” I said. “What about you?” “My parents on a cruise, and my brother is in Queensland, i...

Was I okay? Rattled, raggy, exhausted. All at the same time, floaty, luscious and feeling sexy. I never know how I am going to come out of drug play, but this morning seemed like normal. I could have sat and gazed out the window and been quite happy. Everything feels like an experience. I looked back at the bed. Matthew’s tight, muscular back was out from under the doona, his muscular arms crossed under his face. I gazed at the muscles in his shoulders for quite some time. The bedding just pulled up on his narrow waist, just above the crack in his arse. So, what do I do with him, was my first thought? I gazed back at him. Don’t move him from that position, was my second thought. Matthew was quite lucky in the physical gifts the universe had bestowed upon him. “Hi, good morning.” “Good morning.” Matthew sat up, his big sausage of a cock flopping down between his legs. Thicks, hairy legs, a morning glory, flat stomach with a hair trail moving up from his pubes, to his belly button. Grea...

It has been a rather bleak story this year as far as boyfriends go. There are really none to choose from. Not really. It’s been a lot of work and very little play, really, if the truth be known. Here it was, quickly slipping into the Xmas/new year period and some how, Josho is on his own. I was just starting to mentally add up the facts when, I kid you not, the doorbell sounded. “Hi,” said handsome Matthew Bracks. “Hi.” So, perhaps the best, if we had to make choice, was puppy Matthew, standing before me. “How have you been?” “Yeah, good. You?” “Oh…” He didn’t seem to want to finish the sentence. “Oh?” “You know…” “No?” “You think you meet someone nice, and they say all the right things, then it turns out he has three guys on the go, waiting to choose the best of them.” “Oh, yeah, well, that is life, really.” “Just when I thought I had…” I had the rest of Guido’s crystals to do, leftover from when, I couldn’t remember. We sat on my bed and smoked the glass pipe. Matthew got really kin...

That’s it, work is over for the year. Some people complain about our company shutting down over the Xmas/New year period, but not me. I love having that time off. I didn’t really have too many plans for the Xmas period. Family lunch, that was it. Jed and Trent had talked me into going to Tropical Fruits, so that was something to look forward to, I guess. I always find Tropical Fruits to be sooo hot, it is almost not worth going. Jed and Trent bought a big old shack up in Northern Rivers last year, and this is the first time I get to see it. Still, it would be nice to get away. What was life doing, I wasn’t at all sure? It was sliding away at an alarming rate, really. No guy on the horizon? I’m much more of a serial monogamous than a one night stand kind of a guy. I hear you laugh? Or am I kidding myself? I like having someone special, while all the other available guys are available to me. But, someone special comes out at the top of the list. If he chooses to play with other...

I got up around 10.30am. The agency called, he had work for me between Xmas and New Year. I’d already told him that I have a job. Stupid agency. And why are you calling me on a Saturday? I went to the supermarket and got milk and peaches for my muesli. I also go an eye dropper to wash out Bruno’s eyes, as he always has gunk in them. I’ll give it a go with saline solution, before I take him to the vet. The agency called back with a job in Clayton. “I have a job.” “Oh, sorry, I must have dialled the wrong number.” Clayton. Seriously. They seemed to have a loud Xmas party next door. I hope this isn’t going to go on too long. I sounded like Rick. We ate Vietnamese noodles for dinner, Daniel and I. I went and got them. We finished smoking the meth pipe at 21.00. Me and Daniel and Candy. I retired to my room and watched porn. I didn't hear or see Daniel and Candy again. I'm supposed to visit my mum tomorrow morning with my Daniel. We’ll see. Mum doesn't really like Candy, she thi...

I had a day off. Mental health day I got all my light globes changed today. Yay! It was a hot day, really hot. Blisteringly hot, me and Bruno were spending a quiet day indoors on YouTube... you know, as you do. Who is it who doubts global warming? Who? When we are getting these frighteningly hot days. Okay, frighteningly hot may not exactly be the right expression. It is enough for me to ignore calls from Partner Jack with work questions, however. I’m glad not to get dressed up in work clothes and go out into that. Okay, so the cat shedding is enough to make me ignore calls from Jack too, okay true. But it is still fucking hot, none the less. 
Latish in the afternoon the doorbell sounded. Actually, it made the strangled, half hearted, giving up on life kind of noise it has been making lately as the batteries are flat, the kind of noise, I am sure, I've been making lately. 
"Blartttttt." 
I don't need to listen to carefully, or pay too much attention, as the bulldog sc...

Brad has a really big cock. He doesn't care too much about who plays with it, just as long as somebody is. "I don't really care, Josh, is that terrible?" "No, not terrible," I said. "As long as you don't bitch about it later." "No, I won't bitch," said Brad. "I just like someone touching it. Squeezing it. You know, doing the full..." He made wanking motion with his hand in mid air.  I shrugged. What was there to say. "Of course, I'd like it to be a chick," said Brad. "But, you know as I hit my late 20s, chicks weren't always gonna, and a guy's big hands are just as good." He smiled nervously. I guess it was an admission of sorts.

I've had a brilliant idea, I'm going to write my friends into a novel. It means I'll have to be more social. I'll need a plot. I know, get Ben to fall in love with me. Really? Where did that come from? Ah Ben. We didn't just do law together, study buddies, friends. Lovers. I think we should be lovers. Maybe I should tell him? Maybe, I should just invite him over and start "loving" him? That's what I thought. Benny boy with his straight blond hair and his big puppy dog eyes, his hairy chest and his sexy arse. So, first thing to do was to tell Amy. “I think Ben and I should be lovers.” She smiled. “I like the idea.” “You know what he’d have to do?” “Oh, he can do all that,” she said. “He is going to surprise you one day.” “I have tried all the taster cachets of Ben.” "I reckon we should share him," she said. "You know, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I want to see how he copes with it." She smiled her devilish gri...

Alex used to organise really big drug parties with his mates. He used to feed them a mountain of drugs up at his parent's holiday retreat at Hepburn, just so he could get off with his mates. he'd successfully organised several down and dirty orgies with the guys. And he was still friends with all of them. He some how made them all believe it was just a spur of the moment thing, and that none of it had been meticulously planned as it had been. "What happened at Hepburn stays at Hepburn" he used to tell them. They used to repeat it back to Alex with a wink and a nudge. I had a ‘thing’ with Alex for the year after we left school and went to uni.

I love it when straight boys catch me perving on them. I love it even more when that smile creeps across their face and they are secretly flattered. They always look a cross between confused and amused. Nothing like a nice piece of straight boy arse. Booze always helps. I went to a wedding of a mate and one of the guests, let's call him Josh (I know the two Josh's) was one nice piece of het boy arse. And he knew it. And he didn't mind me looking at it. I'd perved on him all night. His face had got more flushed red and his smile broader and intense that later the night got. "I reckon I could be a poof," he slurred to me, late in the night, drunk. "Do you know what that entails?" "Oh... I reckon." "Do you have any idea what the entrance exam is?" "Um." Broad drunken smile. Sideways look. "What?... No." "Well, there is only one way to find out." He stepped back, recoiled. "No." He looked sca...

I went walking in the afternoon, for some exercise and some Malaysian food. I was doing the Swanston Street circuit, giving my knees a rest from running. The sun was shining. I ran through the park on the grass, then I walked. I headed up Lygon Street for an ice cream, lemon and passion fruit gelati. I'm sure it was probably too cold for an ice cream, but the old chick running the place laugh a too-many-cigarettes laugh and said "Nah, I've already had two today." One could perhaps tell from her girth. A cute young wog boy in grey track pants was walking up Lygon Street. He had a bag flung over the shoulder of his blue t-shirt. The t-shirt hugged his chest. The track pants hugged his arse, nice it was too. I was just looking back at him, at the bulge in the front of those grey jersey pants, it hung down long and I reckon I could see the head finishing it off, when his eyes met mine. I think he saw what I was looking at. Nice eyes. Handsome face. He had nice...

I spend the long weekend at home with a crystal bag and porn on dvd, hard drive and online. Shrug. I don't mind being on my own with meth, in fact I like it. I love that feeling, those filthy thoughts that come from the crystal pipe. Everything becomes a filthy mind fuck, everyone is in my sights. I get really sick thoughts, some of which I would never share with you here. Not a chance. (Oh, I could, they are nothing, I’d get arrested for) Let's just say, I never have to watch MILF's fucking their hot sons ever again. Those hot sons, good sorts. My son’s best friend. We see how you look at him. Daniel was away in Sydney after spending the week up there for a medical conference. 
There was a ring on the doorbell and I don't know why I answered it, but I did and it was Candy. I love Candy, she is such a boy in a girl's body. She is such a filthy beta male, just missing a cock. She's just dirty. She and I get on really well. 
"Look at you," she sa...

Nice legs, baby. Now let's just slide you out of those briefs... come on, spread your legs, there is a good guy. If you get Alex with a nose full of something, or a gut full of grog, he lets all the pretence go.

I love guy's arses, always have. Ever since the first time I had sex in grade 5 with Tom Syme. I licked his arse, right after we'd sucked each other's cocks, there in the back of the deserted classroom after 15.30. It seemed to be the right thing to do. It always just seemed perfectly natural to me to slide my tongue in a guy's crack. Of course, Tom wasn't hairy then and muscled. He developed blond ringlets when he got older and developed a stocky, masculine build. I wished I'd licked him out then. And there was Alex's arse five years later, it was always my favourite part of him. Well, nearly… I liked getting inside of it any way I could, with any part of my body. Alex in his jocks, I could whack off now just thinking about it. Sexy boy. Perfect butt. Perfect legs. I knew I liked guys from their arse cracks and hair – chests and stomachs, arms and legs. Love them all. Can I slide my tongue right in there? I love that smooth, silky taste. Then there was Andy...

Adultery is not a mental disease but a very normal behaviour among both humans and animals. We should all be encouraged to explore what more and more people are calling 'open relationships,' which means loving many people simultaneously and with no jealousy. Sow your seeds boys. Men who apologise for extramarital dalliances should stop making their lives a model of guilt, sadness and conformism to antiquated, some may say never relevant, Christian values. This sets a bad example for the younger generation of males. The only person close to them who need therapy are their wives. Their spouses welcome their partying ways, as they no longer want to participate, so long as they don't engage in extramarital affairs. If "she" doesn't get therapy, they would be better off divorcing, how can such jealous partners be free to freely enjoy their sexual partners. It seems to me that over the past, 50, or so years, it is only men's behaviour that has been deemed necess...

One year old Buster is way more of a handful than 10 year old Chubby. He knew exactly what to do. He knew exactly what I was saying to him. He sat with me, cuddled up to me on the couch, slept at the end of my bed for 10 years. Chubby was like an old pair of shoes. Buster is like the fastest training shoe. Buster is going to take some work. He runs in the park, when I say, “Go, go, go,” like Chubby used to. He jumps for sticks. He leaps around. He has mental attacks, like Chubby once did. It’s like having an invigorated Bulldog. I am constantly saying to him, “Oh that’s right, you do that.” We run together in the park. When we go passed the skateboarders making that terrible racket on the hard surfacing. We run to the grass, although he runs happily once he hits the soft, green grass, too.

I walked down to the shops with Buster. He kept up with me. And when he wasn’t next to me, he’d be just a bit behind sniffing at something. He came in with me as I did my TattsLotto. “Just keeping look out, don’t sweat it mate, I have you covered.”