Coda Josh Grant

Right on the stroke of midnight, I was hard up Jame's arse. As the minute hand hit the twelve, James was just beginning to make his "I'm just about to cum" moans. He was on his knees, with his head down between his arms, I was behind him, he pushing back hard on my cock, like all my (bottom) boyfriends, no matter where they started out on the sexual orientation spectrum, asking for cum to be deposited deep inside him... never mind that within some circles he mixes he still claims to be straight. And I guess all of the people in "those" circles would claim to know him. The lives we live? You always have to scratch a little at the surface to truly know what is going on. We didn’t plan it that way. It wasn’t some clever game that we planned down to the precise minute. No, we were home watching TV and one thing led to another and we just happened to be doing “that” as the clock struck midnight. We lost track of time, you might say. James was still lying fac...

Today is just a day to get stoned, except we have to go to the big family party. Just because Amanda and Rick have managed to flee the city, it doesn’t mean that Daniel and I get out of it. There’s a family “Do” in Warrendyte. Daniel and I argued - we had discussions - about which car to drive, in other words who was the designated driver, thus determining who could dink, or sneak down to the creek to smoke a splif. I lost, so we headed out to the country in the Golf. As we approached the Burke Road turn off, the traffic on the freeway steady got thicker and then came grinding to a halt, right at the exit, so we took it.  The house is kind of nice, set on a long bush block, finishing with actual river frontage (in real estate agents terminology) on the Yarra. Everyone was seated in the first court yard, around a seriously ravaged entrée plate, when we got there. We were the last to arrive, so all eyes turned to the both of us. Daniel and I are n...

The Xmas lunch turned out all right, despite Amanda calling the night before saying that friends of theirs were in town so they'd becoming too. And four turned into seven. I mean, as it turns out, we can both cook, thank you Amanda. She studied cooking when Daniel and I went to kinder, then she taught us as teenagers. She always said that no sons of hers would grown up to be useless in the kitchen and she taught Daniel and I to cook from an early age. She said it was her gift to womankind in the world. This, of course, was one of her many gifts to womenkind in the world, one of the many gifts to womenkind that she claimed simply by adding Daniel and me to the world population. She cornered me in the kitchen, as she suggested adding more salt to the gravy, "Well, I couldn't exactly have you show your mama up, now could I." And the whatstheirnames were at a loose end, on their own. She smiled one of her triumphant smiles. The whatstheirnames arrived first. Apparently t...

I drove to Northcote and got "supplies" from Jumbo. Well, it's Xmas. I'm off Xmas eve to the 5th Jan. Driving home, as I came down Lygon Street, there was a guy on a bike in front of me who’s jeans had ridden right down exposing his white cotton jocks, which were stretched just enough to pull the soft material tight and I could literally see the hairy crack up his are. As it turned out he took the streets I was taking, so I got to gaze upon his sexy arse clearly visible and very nice arse crack it was too, for some time. I just sat behind, I didn’t over take and let the afternoon sun do its thing. I’m sure I could pick out individual hairs. At times like that, I like to thank God for his abundance. Or should I be thanking Allah? I picture him as one of those beautiful Arabic men who were asked to leave (I can’t remember where) because they were too beautiful. The A man and the J man must have know each other, or could have, (I don’t know the time frame of the K book) ...

We went to the finance picnic at lunch time in The Fitzroy Gardens. My boss tried to get out of it, we are flat out, and it didn’t go down well with the new boss. I’m sure I know the new finance director, Remy. I’m sure I know his face from some where and as my recent past, or not so resent past, has been, pretty much, all gay, where do I know him from? He’s a semi-handsome darker-skinned guy who, when I gaze at him and cast my mind back, I get snippets of shirtless and drug fucked. I can’t get any firm picture of him in my head though. We ate lunch in the Fitzroy Gardens rotunda. The food was bought in tubs. The Chris Cringle presents were bought in boxes. I’m sure I got to see all the cute finance guy’s jocks, by the time they’d finished lifting and carrying and moving and placing. They were being a bunch of helpful lads. Ashley's were blue – he’d have a pretty cock. Daniel's were black – he’d have a big fat cock (apparently, he is getting married in the new ...

Pffffff! I had to go to work. How was your long weekend, they all asked. “Oh yes, good. I… um…” did ice for the first three days, and pulled off a straight boy for three days, I wanted to say. “Had a quiet one,” I said. “How was yours?” They all had quite ones; a couple of bbqs. Big Steve was down the caravan park at Philip Island. Little Steve was with his fiancé Anna all weekend. Little Steve backed the Melbourne Cup winner. Big Steve complained about his bad back. Little Steve complained about the kilos he’d put on. I was good until about 3.30pm, that first day, then I started to get really tired. Ben and I went all Friday night. Then Saturday afternoon. Then Sunday afternoon. Once you've puffed the "pipe" everything looks sexy, because everything is. That it the fun side of meth, that nobody wants to tell you about. You can go anywhere you want in your mind. Towels, blankets, lube amyl. The boys in the porn look like gods. Ben looked hot in his t-shirt and jocks. Then...

Mike waking up after crashing for the night in the spare bedroom, or should I say guest's room? I don't know. I took my camera in and took a shot of him before he'd even woken up. I said, "Show us your Souza, Mike. He said, "Fuck off."

We went out drinking, me, James, Nick, Daniel, Mike, Murray and Bruno. Public holiday the next day, we all decided to head out. We went to The Laird and played pool. The two straight boys brother Daniel and Mike were popular with the punters. Mike drank way too much and had far too good a time and had to crash at my place to sleep it off.

Once you've puffed the "pipe" everything looks sexy, because everything is. That is the fun side of meth, that nobody wants to tell you about. Ben has beautiful balls, really beautiful balls. I hold them while he jerks off to some chick getting both her holes filled by two handsome footy players. They fuck her long and tenderly until her eyes cross, while she orgasms the boys hold her tenderly as she comes. The boys in porn are amazing. Just sexy and beautiful. We watch three phenomenal guys fuck each other. And then more amazing boys and then more. They just keep coming. We watch Sean Cody straight boys bareback each other. Couple after couple after couple, after hot, buff, passionate couple. The world is full of sexy boys, straight or gay, doing it with each other. Ben's cock is thick, wet with lube and sloppy with precum, for two days. I like how solid it feels in my grasp. He likes it played with, but what boy doesn't like that? We swea...

Ben and I are having a crystal meth jack off session for the long weekend. Nothing I like better than my best straight buddy wanking to porn with me. He'll be here soon. We both have Monday off. We are going to watch porn until everything runs out, us, the drugs, our cum, everything. I got one terabyte of new gay porn from Nick.  It should be fun. I've got straight porn too, for Ben, you know, if he wants it. I don't mind straight porn with hot men in it. Watching hot chicks take it from their hot men turns me on too. Either way, I don't care. Straight boys get turned on by cock too, Ben certainly does, so whichever.  That has been my experience anyway, not something they tell you about at "coming out" school. The popular thinking is that straight boys are straight boys and you leave them alone and you coexist nicely, which, I am sure, is something perpetrated, at least in part, by straight girls. You can't blame them for it, they ...

James has called a few times, or was it text? Something. Nice boy James, handsome, athletic. He's my favourite type, confused straight boy. Imagine how hot it would be to hook my little confused straight boy, namely James, up with me and my big confused straight boy, namely Ben, in the same sexual tryst. You know James could pass as Ben’s little brother, they don’t look that dissimilar, they both have blond hair, blue eyes, and the same square jaw. It would be hot. Ah, soldier on with codral – you know I say that when you have something to suck on to make yourself feel better. Then again, I don’t want to scare Ben. He’s coming along quite nicely, even if I do say so myself. He is becoming putty in my hand, I’m getting him right where I want him. And he is the one I want, as Olivia used to sing. So, you know, as tempting as the thought is, the two blonds snogging for me, I might just settle for continuing to work on big confused straight boy as a solo project. James is genuinely lov...

I'd forgotten how much I like closing the lift doors on people, it gives me a thrill. Sad, I know. Well, really, having said that is it really sad? Or is fun. Laughing at the adversity of others? (When no one is actually hurt in the process) That’s not sad, that’s what makes the world spin, surely? People are pathetic, they seem to have this inescapable need to run and catch the lift that's doors are closing, no matter how many other lifts that are available. In my building, if you miss a lift, you push the button and the doors open for the very next lift available. People don't get it. They don't seem to be able to resist. They don’t seem to care about whose lift they slow down, it is all about them. So, I close the doors on them. Bwahahahahaha! It is kind of a game now. I love it when I see the other person's hand waving desperately into the crack between the lift doors only to pull away again at the last minute in fear. You know when the lift doors get to that po...