Coda Josh Grant

“Xmas isn’t the same,” said George. “But I guess it isn’t ever the same when you grow up.” “It is so true, it doesn’t matter what life has thrown at you.” “Yeah, I guess.” “Oh sorry… I didn’t think.” “No, you are right, we’ve adults now and we need to be adults.” “I just…” “No, it is okay.” I smiled. George smiled. “I’ve got more pills,” said George. “Do you want to take them?” “Sure.” “It’s Xmas,” said George. “And we should celebrate.” So, George and I took more e’s.  We got pillows and doonas. We were luscious. We dribbled all over each other, with words of love and friendship. George rambled on a lot, like I find a lot of Greek boys do. So often, he had verbal diarrhoea, with shiny bright eyes. Sexy, unselfconscious. We ate fruit, we drank Up & Go. We choofed, boy did we choof. So much for no smoking in the house, even if we mostly smoked in my courtyard. We hung together all through Xmas. I rang the family to say I wouldn’t be there for Xmas day. I had already warned Amand...

"It's my birthday, why don't you come over for drinks and nibbles," ask Evan. "Sure, sounds good." I had no plans for Xmas eve. “And other stuff.” “Other stuff?” “You know…” said Evan cryptically. “I know?” “Good,” said Evan. “I’m supplying everything, you don’t need to bring a thing.” It was at Evan's place in Carlton, starting sometime after 7pm. I could walk, there was minimal effort required. Even a lazy arse like me can give that much effort, and to make an appearance for some old friends who are always telling me they never see enough of me. Who should I run into as soon as I get there but my ex-Luke. “Well, well, well, look who has turned up,” he said. “Oh, shut the fuck up,” I said. “And give me a hug.” “I’m glad you are here,” said Luke. “Oh, you are not,” I said. “I am.” Luke looked genuinely, dare I say, hurt? Perhaps, it has been too long since our relationship banter. They say people forget, but I don’t think I do. “Really?” I felt myself ti...

James' arse tastes good. We'd been out drinking. James had too many, it is true. He lay down face first on my couch and said he was fucked. I couldn't help but gaze at his arse, all sexy and small behind the blue denim. I reached around under him and undid his jeans and then pulled them off, he didn't try to stop me, not at all. Too drunk he said afterwards. I pulled his jocks down over his round arse by the elastic. I slid my fingers into his crack and pulled his hairy cheeks apart and licked his warm, brown hold. He kind of resisted once, you know, squirmed, more because it tickled that anything else. More Vodka. Another smoke. Then he is more compliant. "I never thought I'd let someone lick my patootie..." He's smile his beautiful smile, before I'd push his face down into the cushions. Patootie? I thought. I guess that is kind of cute. Cringe. I hope he doesn't say that again. I licked his arse slowly, long and wet. He was still, to s...

Did I tell you how much I like sucking James' cock. Get him a bit drunk, get him a bit stoned and he gets all compliant and his hands just fall away and I can undo his pants whenever and however I like. He kind of mock protests, you know, clinging feebly to his heterosexuality. "You shouldn't be doing that," he says kind of enthusiastically as I slide my hand into his pants. His foreskin is nice to suck. I can suck his knob through it. Slowly it comes out, the foreskin peels away, like a bulb in my mouth. And he groans a bit. His breathing changes. He says, "Yeah that's good. Yeah, I like it, mate." (I love the way he calls me mate) His cock is thick and hard like rock, standing up to attention all veiny. He lets me suck it as long as I like. I suck the head like an ice cream cone filling in my mouth. He groans deep down in his throat, as his dick goes deep down in mine. When his balled fists begin to shake and I get that first taste of sour cum ...

Sammy came over and took his clothes off and lay back on our couch. From what we could gather he'd been out since last Saturday and he just needed some where he felt safe and where he could cool down. Oh Sammy, no problem buddy.

Young queenie Steven starts working out with me and Jason. “Is he looking at you?” said Jason. “Nah, I think he has the hots for you.” “Ha ha,” said Jason. “No, he’s got a thing for straight boys.” “Seriously, this is where you guys lose sympathy…” “Oh, come on, he is a young, harmless gay boy who hasn’t worked out life yet,” I said. “So instead of getting all fucken defensive, just take it as a compliment.” “What…” “It’s a compliment.” Jason looked at me as though he wanted to say something, but the fact he knew I was right was stopping him. “I just don’t like the way they look you up and down…” “You don’t HAVE to do anything.” I felt my face crease into a smile, a la lecture over. Jason smiled, despite himself. “I guess you are right.”

George sometimes grows a beard, he says its when he is feeling manly. "Or not manly?" I ask. "Nah, when I'm not feeling manly I go jog around the tan in a specific pair of old, small, red shorts. The chicks can get enough of me in those."

If you've ever seen hairy Lebanese George just in his y-fronts, you'd know what masculine really is. Jesus! (Put him in a toga and he'd be one of the disciples) He's got hairy legs, hairy stomach, hairy chest, and no doubt a hairy arse, and he's hot. I like hairy guys, they are hot. Just how they are made, you know. George is sexy. Thick thighs, tight arse, well define chest and a six pack, all covered in greek boy hair. Thick black hair, the cutest widow's peak, handsome square face, 5 o'clock shadow.

James is a hot boy. He is sexy as. He's the quiet and calm one. he is the well built sexy one, whose jeans come off him just as easily.

Dirty Daniel has been fucking the wog daughter of the local fish and chip shop, Maria. They do late night kebabs and Daniel went in their with a couple of his mates, late. He flirted with her and she flirted back and it wasn't so much later that Maria was jumping his stump. Apparently Maria really likes Daniel's big schlong. My brother has a cock like a horse... and the girls like it, apparently. Anyone tells you that girl's aren't size queens, they'd be wrong. Anyone tells you that girls aren't perves, they'd be wrong too. Daniel goes running in the tiniest pair of running shorts and the girls come after him like bees to a honey pot. I've seen them in their front yards, their gaze following my brother's hot arse as he jogs by. He has a sexy arse, my bro. Anyway, apparently Maria is engaged to a wog boy her parent's approve of. Dirty Daniel. Mario, or Tony. They are getting married in the new year. The big wedding is being planned at the mo...

“So, how did you go?” “I don’t want to talk about it,” says Jason. “So, you struck out?” “Chicks be crazy, that is all I’m going to say.” Jason held his palms up in mid air as if they were his shield from any further discussion. “You can’t be straight boy sexist and think you can just leave it there.” “I can too,” says Jason. “You should just be thankful you like fellas, that’s all I want to say.” “Tell me.” “Let’s just work out, huh?” “How are you going with the two guys?” “I’d rather not talk about it.” Jason laughed. “Which one do you like, quick?” “Ben.” Oh shit. “I don’t remember one of their names being Ben.” “It’s not.” “So? What I’m confused. Who is Ben?”

I met James at the Thai restaurant. He was nervous. So was I. I got there on time, but I usually do, unless it is a house party, then I leave home at the time I was told it started. James was on time too. All I could think about was Matthew when I first got there. Come on mind, stop playing tricks on me. I was nervous that I would call him the wrong name, so I avoided calling him any name at all. I didn’t call him the wrong name.

Just lying in the sun, getting a little sun shine on my skin just when I can. Not much sun around so you have to grab it when you can. When the sun shines, it is just nice lying here, and all that. You still have to be protected from the breeze. Now is not the time to be feeling the breeze when what you are really looking for is a little warmth. A little colour for date night, really, universe, is that too much to ask. Nobody wants to strip down with a paste white body, I know I don't.

I decided I might as well live the situation I have got myself into. The year of living dangerously? Who coined that phrase?  Matthew called early in the day, and I organised dinner with him in Fitzroy eating Mexican.  James called not long after I organised dinner with him tomorrow night eating Thai in Lygon Street.  What the fuck, I thought, this is the reality I have created for myself. I met Matthew at the Mexican restaurant.

“So, let me get this straight,” said Nick. “You now have two of them on the go and somehow this is a problem?” “Yes.” “I see.” “It is, yes.” “Ha ha,” said Nick. He seemed to be enjoying it. “So, I have both of them wanting to see me this weekend.” “Why haven’t you told one about the other.” “Yes, that is a good question.” It was a good question too. I don’t know why? “I think it is because Matthew thinks he is the only one.” “Poor Matthew.” “Well, I don’t know…” “He’s in for a rude shock.” “I don’t think any modern gay guy is going to be in for a shock…” “Seriously? Do you believe that?” “Well…, er… yes.” Did I believe it? “What have you told him?” “Nothing.” “So, it is lying by omission.” “I’m not sure I would call it that.” “So, what would you call it?” “Bad timing.” Nick sat back and bought his hand up under his chin and rested his face. He squinted his eyes, for dramatic effect, I am sure. “What must it be like to live in Josh world, I have often wondered?” “Oh, come on, you are ju...

Matthew's best angle. Ha, ha, I like to joke. Matthew doesn't have a bad angle, let me tell you. Those legs are something else.

Daniel has this favourite pair of yellow shorts that he wears all the time. He says they are his favourite. The number of times he wears them, you have to believe him. Apparently, he was down the shopping centre and a middle age woman said that those shorts leave nothing to the imagination. "Too much," ask Daniel. "On the contrary," she replied. And she smiled and looked Daniel up and down.  "Oh well, I am glad that they aren't too terrible," said Daniel. "Not at all, " she said. "If I was twenty years younger I'd..." She laughed. And she blushed. "On the contrary," said Daniel. "You wouldn't have to be 20 years younger, not at all." She was gorgeous, said Daniel. She had dark auburn hair and a beautiful face. "Oh, you are just saying that," she said. Daniel said to me, I was just saying it, I was just trying to give her a compliment. She laughed. She had a beautiful laugh. And then she just h...

I've been seeing more of James. I really like him. Pretty much we smoke pot and make out. He's split with his last girlfriend, so he is back on the sex-go-round. I don't mind, he's cute. And he's a puppy for dope, his last girlfriend wouldn't let him smoke it. He’s coming over this afternoon. Sometime later... I’m just going to have to teach  James to give me his arse. He’ll come around, as long as I’m gentle. He’ll like it, you’ll see. The trick is not to scare them. You've just got to get them into it without too much explaining what it is. I few joints, a bit of amyl, some booze, whatever and “Surprise!” By then, the nerve endings inside him will take care of his enjoyment. And before he knows it, he’ll be split open and loving it. I kept thinking about it during the afternoon. It made me whistle. Things that I want and that I scheme for and think about in my head, often make me whistle, as I am thinking about them. If I am doing other thin...

Friday is the day to hit the gym. I know this is kind of reverse to what most people think, they think that Monday is the day to go. Guilt Monday. I disagree. Friday is good. Friday is great.Set you up for the weekend. Let's go down and see what cute boys are down there pumping their muscles. Scratching their hairy legs. Pulling their jocks out of their arses. Little shorts, singlets, off guard. Hot legs, nice chests, distracted smiles. Sweating. Wet. Panting. Daniel has been going too. We look pretty good together. Steven, the little girlie queen - and there is nothing wrong with that - friend of mine thinks Daniel and I are two hot brothers. I know the little fag is fantasying about Daniel, you know, the straight boy, so I don't get a big head about it. Steven thinks he is being oh so cool. He thinks he is being oh so nonchalant. "Who's the kid in the shorts that are too tight?" asked Daniel. "Oh, he's a little queenie friend of mine," ...

Yesterday, I was really horny for a piece of arse. You know, when your cock is on a slight hardness the whole time, when it won't just shrink back into an inanimate worm and shut the fuck up. When it just has this continual dialogue with you and you find the thing you are doing most, like a twitch, or some involuntary movement, is reaching down and touching it, attending to it, patting it, even when you don't know you are doing it. It can be kind of annoying. Of course, nothing a good wank, usually, won't fix, but instead I decided to go for a run. Laugh. So, I jogged up through the Carlton Gardens, it was kind of a nice day. You gotta love the inner suburbs though, the fag suburbs, poofter city, faggot central. I hadn't gone too far, when I crossed paths with Ashley. Nice shorts, good legs, really nice arse, singlet. He kind of caught my eye, I was kind of head down and powering forward. I'm not sure why? Don't know why I decided to exercise the monkey ...