Coda Josh Grant

Daniel fancied himself as a photographic model. He fancied himself in a thin, white cotton short. But, I don't know, it just seemed a bit dull. So, I threw water over him. He wasn't all that thrill by it, but he looked good after that, and not dull at all.

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) ...

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...

Pippa can call it what she likes, but this is what she is coming over for. I'm not judging, she always leaves with a smile on her face and seemingly more relaxed than I see her most of the time. She just kind of floats out of here back to her place.

Daniel came home early and caught James running from the bathroom naked, post shag. James had his hands clasped over his cock and balls, he looked adorable, like a naughty boy being caught by his mum. "Woo hoo," said Daniel. "Even I can see what you see in him." "Are you talking rear view, or front?" "Well, I only really saw him running away." "Okay, then you saw him from a good angle. Although?" Shrug.  "He doesn't really have any bad angles." "I can imagine, you know, if it all matches up." "Oh, it all matches up." I couldn't help but smile, I tried not to, but I did. “It all matches up just fine." I pictured James lying on my bed, his hard cock in his hand, furiously pulling himself with both hands, the cum shooting out of him from between his clenched fists, his muscles clenched, his legs out stiff, his face frozen in a look some where between pain and frozen moment. "Even I can see th...

Daniel knows how to fill out a pair of underpants. At uni he was voted the guy most likely to fill out a pair of underpants the best. He got a trophy. He's very proud of that trophy.

It made me think of Daniel, sitting there in the dark. When we were kids, teenagers, it doesn't really matter how old we were. I was always just a year younger than Daniel. We were said to be two peas in a pod. Twelve months apart, to the day. Some people have said that we were twins, born twelve months apart. Grandma said we were her two bookends, blond and brunette. Did she never stop once to wonder if calling me brunette turned me gay? So we have always been close. It was just the two of us, you know, Daniel and me. We were as thick as thieves, we did everything together. Daniel used to come into my room late at night, on hot nights just in his jocks and watch TV in bed with me. I reckon all my young life I admired how sexy my older brother was. I remember in junior school, we used to have assembly in the yard. The oldest always stood at the front and the youngest at the back. I'm not sure why, it seems even odd to think they did it that way now. Consequently, I remembe...

I stumbled out into the kitchen surprisingly early. Well, it was still morning. I couldn't find my phone and I was looking for a clock. Daniel was in the kitchen dressed and ready to go. It was 7.30am. "Hey." "Hey." "Good morning sleepy head." "Good morning worker..." "I've got to go," said Daniel. He skulled the last of his coffee, put the cup in the sink... "In the dishwasher," I said. "Sorry." He shoved a piece of toast into his mouth and started to exit the kitchen to the back yard to where our cars are parked. This is not how I saw this going? Really? Not one word. I may have just done the worst action of my life, I didn’t expect silence. I so wanted to say something. Ask how it was? I’ve always just been a perve. I sometimes wonder if I suffer from sex addiction? Daniel got to the door when he turned around. "I'm guessing you had something to do with that last night?" ...

I was laying back on the couch, I think, with one eye opened for some time watching TV lazily. The TV was shit. I just couldn’t be bothered getting up and going to bed. The evening slipped away. Daniel made an appearance around midnight. “It is official, the city of Melbourne has gone lezo.” “The entire population?” I quizzed. “No, I think it is just the women in the 1990s birth range.” “No luck?” “Not even a smart rejection line.” “What’s a boy to do?” “You may well make light of the situation, but it is very serious, fine young men are going out there and putting it out for the world to see, some of the finest, I wasn’t alone out there on the front line and can you guess how we…” “You.” “I got rewarded for my efforts?” “I don’t know Daniel, how did you get rewarded?’ “With nothing. A big fat nothing. And yet, the girl’s are always saying there is a lack of good men out there and when we go out there, may I tell, they reward us with nothing. A big fat noting, Josh, a big fat nothing.”...

Jumbo arrive right on schedule with a big bag of weed. I've given him some legal help with, shall we say, problems he's had over the years and he has never forgotten. "Here, I got you this for the holidays." "Thanks, buddy." He couldn't stay, he was doing his 'rounds.' I was shit faced for the rest of the day. By the afternoon, i decided that I should do something, laying around on the couch for hours was long enough. I decided to do some washing, that was easy and I was just about out of jocks and socks. I got my dirty washing and I decided while I was at it, I'd get Daniel's too. Daniel has taken to wearing Aussiebums lately and boy are they sexy jocks. My head was spinning as the cotton material slipped through my hands. Some of his undies were still clearly in my brother's shape when I held them up. Nice big stretched bulge at the front, nice round curve in the arse. I was horny after all that pot... and... I couldn...

I woke me at 6am, Daniel was nagging me as soon as I woke up. He was pissy about something, I'm not sure what. I opened and closed my mouth several times before turning on my heal and heading back to my room. Candy hasn't been around for a week, or so. I think I had better give her a call before my bro gets any more raggy. I got up later, from all the commotion of Daniel leaving the house. He was banging doors and draws and seemed to be on the phone to several people. I stepped into the hallway, just as the front door closed behind him. Click. Silence. Lovely. I headed up Lygon Street a bit later than normal, thank you Daniel. Don’t you just love men’s arses in checked shorts. Round, firm, with sexy legs covered in hair, as I prefer them. One guy, with white shorts with green checks had an arse like a ripe melon that I just wanted to eat my lunch out of. I followed him along Exhibition Street for quite a few blocks, getting half a woody from watching that material move across h...

I went bike riding with Nick. We are always competitive when we go out together, so it was a race around the Yarra at lightning speed. All Nick's, shall we say, girlie traits fade away when he is trying to be first over the finish line. He becomes a streamliner competitor. I had dinner with Daniel in Sydney Road. Vietnamese fusion. Daniel was late, he had been swimming. His blond hair was still wet, all brushed back in that "just showered" kind of way. I gotta admit, even though he is my brother, he looked like a big spunk as he walked through the door. Baggy jeans, felt blue shirt, blue eyes, blond hair. I realised that is how people always look at Daniel. He goes around his whole life with people sizing him up as soon as they meet him. That is his normal, white privileged good looking blond. I see how the waitresses look at him. I see how the gay boys look at him. I see how the middle aged university professors look at him.

That's Daniel in the cargo shorts with his best friend, Carl, on his back. They were taking the piss on all the gay guys, but if you ask me, they looked might comfortable in that position locking lips with each other. Daniel and carl have been friends since childhood and I asked Daniel later if he'd done it with Carl, you know, in that experimental stage, you know, when you are growing up. "In your dreams, Josho," was Daniel's response.

I usually keep a glass of water by the side of my bed, but the glass I had been using had been on my bedside table for, well, who knows how long it had been there, all I can say it that the rim was sticky with a substance of an undetermined nature. I’m talking right around the rim. When I held the glass up to the light, it looked like it had half wheels of, let’s say, slime all around the rim. I took it to the kitchen earlier in the day, without getting a clean glass to replace. I woke, what seemed like it must have been 4am, 5am, to see that I had been in bed for an hour and a half, only. I reached out for a sip of water only to find, of course, there was no water to be had. I got up to fetch a fresh glass from the kitchen. I headed down the hallway, clearly Daniel was watching some TV in the lounge room. I am just naturally a quiet walker in the middle of the night, stealth like some may say, it is not deliberate, it is just how I am, so Daniel didn’t hear me coming. When I got to th...