Coda Josh Grant

I’m sure you are under no surprise, is that the expression? I was munted and slept right through. Wednesday Morning? I know that should mean something to me. Middle of the week, I believe. Or it once was. How quickly the slide had happened this time. Not even a week and look at yourself Joshy boy. The best tux in existence, couldn’t bring back, “Hello there, I am Josh Grant.” No amount of varnish was going to make that come true this morning. I headed out into the kitchen, I had half a morning woodie, it felt nice moving up and down with the movement of my leg. It seemed like a morning just like any other morning. And if just to reiterate the 9 to 5 gypsy curse, I was awake at 6am. Lovely. But I’d slept from 10am yesterday. My head spun. I was having trouble grasping this concept, do I need to tell you?” Daniel was yet to get up. I was just not in the mood for I’m-sorry-I-played-with-your-boyfriend’s-wazza. It won’t happen again. I promise. I got juice from the fridge and poured a glas...

There was a knock at the door. “Josh?” “Daniel?” As soon as he heard his name he came through the door. My hand was stroking my hard shaft. “Mate…” “I didn’t say come in.” “What?” He looked straight at me. I stopped my hand. “What do you want?” “Where did Carl sleep?” “What?” So soon, asked so soon, I hadn’t given this answer any thought at all. “Where did Carl sleep?” “What… um…” Oh, I am just tuning out.  “What are you doing,” suddenly Daniel’s voice raised. “Are you pulling your self?” What did he say? Don’t rub your cock. Don’t rub your cock.  He pulled back the doona and my hard, glistening cock fell out into view.” “You fucken perve.” He threw the blanket back over me and fortunately is covered me completely again. Not one of my finest moments, but I did not say come in. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Did you just screw Carl.” “Oh… um… it wouldn’t actually be my definition of screwing.” “Did you fool around with him?” he spat out - sloshed clearly - in his mo...

Carl is a nice guy. He's pretty too. It's nice to come across him any where, it is always a joy. But, to stumble across him in my own shower only in his undies, well, that's a good morning.

I woke to a bog over, it is true. Mouth like a cockies, as they say. I’d been awake a few hours before that too. Daniel had friends over at what sounded like closing time at the pubs. They were laughing and giggling, there sounded like there was a pack of them. Ah Daniel home with his boyfriends. I rolled over and took the half smoked joint from the ash tray. I lit, drawing heavily. Ah those first intoxicating aromas. My room being closest to the lounge got all the noise. It hardly seemed fair, as invariably it was the occupants of the front room, who could have been in the front room disturbing nobody. Although, it had allowed for a good number of perves in its time, so I was never wanting to move rooms. They were giggling and laughing and seemingly horsing about. Conclusion four, maybe five, obnoxious mouth breathers, Daniel’s straight mates? What a disappointing lot, I thought. I got my gear from the desk and sat back and rolled another joint. “Oh! Shit! On goes the music.” I laughe...

Carl put on sunglasses and he and Daniel danced naked in our lounge room. They'd been out partying together, the universe only knows what they had done. I've told you before that Daniel isn't shy, but, apparently, Carl isn't shy either.