Coda Josh Grant

This looks like Daniel and me, ha, ha, in a 60's porn throw back, brotherly love, kind of way. I felt my brother in my arms in that kind of way many a time. I'm not sure if he ever knew it at the time. We spent a lot of the time half naked in the water, growing up, we were a water skiing family.

Irish Rocky has nice eyes and a sexy arse. He has those slightly bandy legs and big feet. He has a thick arse and quite a bulge in the front of his trousers. And that great accent, I could just sit and gaze at his handsome face as he talks. I chatted with the girls in the kitchen about my boyfriend, as did they. My boyfriend, do you like that? I think I was talking about the idea of a boyfriend, with a conglomeration of all my past guys filling in the gaps. The girls and I laughed about guys. I noticed that Irish Rocky was taking it all in quite intently, like he was really interested. I imagine him hearing all of this for the first time, discovering he wasn't the only boy who felt the way he did. There is a tinge way down deep in the pit of his stomach, buzzing furiously, as his face doesn't betray him. Oh my god, I am not the only one. Ha ha, I think that about all guys until they prove me wrong. Apparently, he has a girlfriend somewhere.

I reckon I should get myself a beefy boy, just to see what they are like. There's one solid guy I am attracted to, my mate Jason, with his cute baby face. He's got a girlie boyfriend named Matt. Jason and I made yes at each other early one Sunday morning after being out partying on Saturday night. He and I ended up upstairs in our friend's house getting changed, at one stage. I am pretty sure Jason followed me up there. I should give him a call. 

I took yesterday off, I thought it was sensible. Work didn't seem to care and it is good to have an extra come down day.  I've still got a sore jaw from sucking Ben's cock. That boy has the best dick, straight and thick and hard. His knob just its into my mouth like they were made for each other. Abby went on a girl's weekend to the Gold Coast, something like a hen's weekend that you have when you are too cool for a hen's weekend, so she gave me Ben to look after. So, I got to have sex with him all weekend. Ben took yesterday off too, but he spent it at his place, you know, which is good. When the spunk is drained from your junk, you just want to chill and sit quietly, or at least, I know I do. I got 10 points from Jumbo. Ben performed admirably, right up to a gay standard. His enthusiasm was good. Stamina was great. Cock beautiful as per usual. I sucked his nuts, he tells me he "fucken loves me", as we do it. I licked his arse, he still tastes mi...

Crystal meth this weekend. Yay! Yippee! Oh, I sound like a druggie, don’t I? Honestly, I haven’t thought about it since the last time I did it, with George. Big, hairy, Greek George. Nobody fills out a pair of y-fronts the way George does. A co-worker recently said that people get addicted the very first time they use it. So she thought, so she had heard. I told her she should stop getting her information from the channel 10 news. I'd said it before I thought too much about it, really before I'd given it too much thought. I don't really want to sound like an expert, not about that. Another co-worker said that if anyone in the office had used it, it would be Josh. She said my name, I wasn't expecting that. I was shocked. "Me?" I didn't have to put on a mock shocked voice, it kind of squeaked in real shock. "Why me?" I went up at the end of the two words sharply. "Oh, I don't know," she said. She shrugged and scrunched up ...

Do you ever look at knives you have in your kitchen and shiver and think that is not a knife, that is a murder weapon. I have one that gives me the creeps. It is ridiculous thing to say, I know, but... it is long and thin and sharp and kind of turns up slightly at the end.  Shiver.

Oh the sentiment of the traditional Xmas. Some born-again Christian bigot was giving me their opinion on what Xmas should be like. I couldn’t help myself and answered with the following. The xenophobic overtone withstanding, as long as you mean the true meaning of Xmas, a present giving period of excess, and not some second hand birthday attributed to some mythical man who never existed and who certainly was never born on the 25th December, then I am with you. Max out your credit cards, give people shit they don't ever need or want, and eat yourself to your artery clogged death, what could be better.

Irish Rocky is a sexy boy. Today he wore black jocks with thick white elastic, elastic like he had on a jock strap, sitting there at the lunch room table with his back to me as I entered. His shirt untucked, that fine spray of hair growing up his back from the crack in his arse. I wonder what the girls think? I guess they look too. I wonder if they have the same dirty little secret, I'm guessing they do. Do girls like a glimpse of the crack in a boy's arse, like poofs do? I want slide my fingers into it, feel its furriness against my skin. Feel his warmth, you know, take his temperature with my pointer finger. He's really lovely, too, like that makes it alright to perve on him, which of course it does. :)

Today is the day of my favourite uncles birthday. My favourite great aunt's birthday is tomorrow. My brother and my other aunt's were last week. Mine is in two days. All of our birthdays gather together this time of year. All the best people, and all, darling.

Nothing like nice legs and a sexy arse

Irish Rocky wore midnight blue undies. He goes to lunch before me and when I head into the lunch room, he is at his seat with his back to the door, with his shirt pulled out of the back of his pants as he sat down, with the undies of the day on display, as I enter him... er, the room. I'm a dirty perve for a flash of a guy's undies, I don't mind admitting it.

There's a new guy just started in our office. (Our office, listen to me) I call him Irish Rocky? That's because he's Irish and his name is Rocky. I reckon Irish Rocky would have a big sausage on him. You can kind of see it with the way he walks, like he has something big stuffed down there. (Of course he does) I can see it when he  is  in the lunch room eating his lunch, his pants bulge out noticeable as he sits there, usually playing on his mobile phone. I can't help but picture him playing with it, as the microwave churns and thunks and spins around. I can see Rocky's pants unzipped, I can see his (stripy, I don't know why) cotton jocks hooked under his balls, I can see his hand wrapped tightly around his thick shaft thwacking away.  I can see his legs stretch out straight. I can see his left hand unhook his jocks from his balls releasing them. I can see his big cock go rock hard in his thumping hand. I can see him throw his head back. I can hear t...

I went to visit friends. Matt and Louise. They have a Down Syndrome boy named Josh and because we had the same name Josh he feels a, shall we say, special affection for me. Whenever he sees me he hugs me tight and kisses me. "He really likes you. He is so affectionate," Louise said beaming. It’s a thing, his thing, he has done it forever. I'm like his special buddy. Josh has grown over the years, as kids do and he is now, you know, grown up. He's 16. And he's a big, strong lad. Last weekend was no different to any other time I have visited, he was very pleased to see me. He ran up to me and hugged me, kind of bear hugged me hello. "Isn't he sweet, how he still thinks you are special," said Lou. He kind of hangs on to me, which is okay. Except last weekend, for the first time, I could feel how affectionate he was as he rubbed against my leg. “Ah!” nervous laugh. Josh had a boner, and he's a big boy, well hung and he wasn't backward in rubbing...

Work is okay. It is the usual corporate type wannabes all thinking they are more important than any of them really are. Poor bitches.  There's a couple of hot ones, Tripp, Alexi, Mateo.  Tripp Romeo is your all around handsome, strapping guy, who's solid and smart and who'd you'd marry and have kids with and all of your guyfriends would forever feel envious about as you spend the rest of your life having incredible sex.  Alexi Debois is you trendy young one fresh out of uni, who packs his pants out with a noticeable bulge, who's arse I'd like to pound really hard. He'd yelp like a puppy, I reckon. Lubed arse, raw cock, him pushed face first into the pillows. Mateo Frome is your pretty, dark eyes and eye lashes softly spoken, smile seldom serious type. You'd unzip his pants and peel down his jocks all the while maintaining his steely gaze. never losing eye contact, you take that fat thing and you'd slip it into your mouth and he'd inhale sharply a...

I'm heading back to work for the rest of the year, for Pipa Ganas & Ganas. The work you do, I do when I am off work. Yay for me. I have a 4 month contract. Yay for four month contracts. Shrug. It is close to home. I can't sit around for the rest of my life and do nothing, after all. Why? I'm not sure, but that is the prevailing thinking. Ha ha. I don't want to rust up completely. You can't spend the rest of your life smoking pot and masturbating to porn, after all. Apparently. So they say. You know, I've always wanted to know who "they" are? How does one get onto the "they" committee? I reckon I'd be good on it. Anyway, when I am bored, I can go and sit with Pipa and drink coffee, and she can tell me all about who is doing what to her gorgeous son Tommy. She's very keen to tell me all about Tommy's sex life.

I went for a walk for an hour after work, listening to Tina Turner, BB King and The Stones. Walking is good. You walk around Melbourne Uni and it is a perve fest. All those hot, young boys. It’s good to look. Faces, and chests and bumps and bulges and arses and legs. [2015] and necks and those tight waists, got to love a tight waist and how a pair of jeans fits them.  Oh! Soldier on with Codral. (you know, something for the congestion of juices, (full like a hooker late Saturday night) and the neck pain. Oh yes, something for the neck sprain, er, pain)

I was up early Which Intelligence Is Your Most Dominant? Interpersonal. Your dominant intelligence is interpersonal! You're outgoing, intuitive, social, and thrive on your interactions with people. According to Howard Gardner the interpersonal intelligence is key in building social relationships. It enables us to reach out, connect, empathize with others and communicate with a sense of mutual understanding. You know how to read people and you feel energized from your rich social life. You're a genuine social butterfly! Do you agree? Let us know in the comments! Really, I thought. I've got to stop reading nonsense.

As if to make a point of my celibacy, brother Daniel has had a steady stream of girls through the place who, from the sound effects coming from his room, have been enjoying big bro to his fullest extent. "What can I say," said Daniel  "The girls down the gym have been liking what they see." "It's been 3 this week," I said. "Not that I have been counting." "Yes, I don't know? The moon must be in my house of love..." "Love?" Daniel laughed. "Well, yes?" Not so much love, but a hell a lot of lust." He smiled. "I don't know what is going on, and I am certainly not questioning it."

Amanda came over. She wanted to know where James was, or "That handsome boy," as she put it. "I think he's decided he likes pussy, after all." Amanda looked perplexed. "Do you boys do that?" "Apparently," I said. "I thought all of that..." "Pussy?" "Yes, gave you the heebie jebbies, or whatever." "Oh no, not really, not modern day fags boys," I said. "But that isn't whats going on here. He still likes dick, mum, he's just going to pretend that he doesn't, find some girl and he'll cheat on her and make her life miserable." Amanda made big eyes. "Well, that hardly seems fair," she said. "Nobody cares, after all, if you boys like... "Cock?" She winced. "Well, yes. So why pretend?" "Oh mum, I have no idea." Amanda looked even more perplexed. "Make me a cup of tea then," she said.