Coda Josh Grant

So there you go, over. James headed back to his parent's house to give everything "some thought." And that is that. He doesn't want to talk any more, he wants to get his head together. Apparently, I am a distraction. He doesn't want his life to be like that. And life goes on my friend.

James lying in bed this morning, I just happened to have my phone handy. It is the way I like my men the best, presented in such a way.

Of course, you want to kiss the man who's arse you have filled with your cock. I want to kiss James passionately when he is holding tight around the base of my dick. Turn his head carefully and taste those ruby red lips. I was horny when I woke up. James was lying on his stomach next to me. I slid the blanket off him and his gorgeous arse came into view.  I leant down next to the bed and got a handful of lube. I held it in my hand for a minutes so it wouldn't be cold, then I rubbed it into his perfect hairy crack, massaging it gently into him. My cock was rock hard, and I rubbed the rest of the lube over it. I got on my knees and slid my cock into him, slowly. He groaned a little, kind of squirmed a bit, but he was still asleep when I was completely inside him. I pinned him to the bed with my cock, like a tent peg. I turned his head slowly and kissed his beautiful lips passionately. As he woke, I pushed my cock hard into his prostate. All at the sa...

I rolled over as soon as I woke up and took James' flaccid cock in my mouth. I love that feeling of it being all small and crumpled up in my mouth. Little and innocent.  He didn't move much, just a slight moan and a wriggle of his legs, as I took his cock head in my mouth and sucked it slowly. Just gently, his cock helmet in the roof of my mouth, as my tongue licked his shaft, as the stubble of his pubes rubbed against the end of my nose. He lay pretty still, just a bit of a groan, a kind of a sigh. But his dick didn't lay still, it liked it. Little James loved all the attention he was getting and he swelled quickly inside my mouth. Funny to call him Little James, as he isn't very little very often. I lay quite still myself, like a baby with a dummy in its mouth and the snake expanded, the dragon rose up, the monster got very big, sliding slowly out of my mouth as it did. He got quite animated in sleep and I used the knob of his cock like an ice cream ...

I love seeing James in his jocks that he often wears around the house. James kind of struts, they hang off him, he kind of lets it all hang out. I love seeing my Matthew in his jocks. Matthew looks good in his jocks that he often wears around the house kind of quietly, neatly, but still just as sexy. They are not that dissimilar the two of them. Matthew is dark-haired and more extroverted, where James has blond hair and is more introverted.  They both have nice thick thighs that slide up into sexy chunky butts. Sexy waists, good muscle tone. I love a sexy waist, and good muscle tone, but who doesn’t. There is a big bulge on both of them.  And they are both mine.  When I've had a nose full, or a lung full, I can really appreciate the perve. Matthew takes it pretty easily, he is just naturally physical and at one with his body. James kind of performs. They both walk around the house in their undies, the two of them, like a Mardi Graz Parade. James thinks Matthew is pretty h...

Over easter James and I are going to smoke some crystal and we're going to see how much cum I can pump up James' arse. Trashy, I know, but he loves it. And I sure like being inside his arse. The boy bucks like a colt when he is full of cock. Well, not so much crucifying him as pile driving him, over and over. His hairy butt crack, his thick thighs, his groans, his sighs, his look of surprise when my cock breaks his seal. The sweat on his brow, that his cock goes hard without him even touching it. His pearl-white cum, his sexy bum. Oh, we've been working hard, we deserve it.

His skin tastes sweet. His big hands rub my head. I love the way the hair on his thighs spreads up across his heavy balls to the base of his cock and up his flat stomach in a strip disappearing into his naval. He has a sexy waist, I love the way the elastic of his jocks sits across his hips. It makes me hard how quickly he gets naked for me. Sliding those jocks down. That hardening cock. His thick pubic hair. That hot arse. That hairy crack. His groans are deep and guttural, coming from the pit of his stomach, as I push into his arse. His ring gripping me tight, his face saying that I am doing it to him just right. The sweat on his brow, as he pulls himself hard. He has nipples like cherries as I squeeze them, and shoulders this wide, thick in my hands. I love to kiss him, him on his back. I love his naked feet around my back, as my cock slides into him, as I kiss his lips. I love the way he comes, pulling that beautiful cock furiously, his ares wide open full of me. How he...

I can suck James cock non stop, really. I can just spread his thick hairy thighs and slurp away on it, it is so beautiful. It is thick. It is straight, not much of a curve. It is the same size at each end, like a blunt instrument. It is hard. It sticks straight out like an iron bar. It is warm and smooth and pretty quickly gets sticky when it is in my hand. He oozes precum, the end of his foreskin is often wet with it. He pushes it into my mouth with enthusiasm. It pushes down to the back of my throat, he groans when the head is rubbing against the back of my mouth. It has a huge, fat vein running along the underneath that slides across my tongue like a pipeline of jizz being pumped across wet terrain.

James came over last night, from the moment he got here, I could tell there was something up with him. He seemed nervous, a little distracted, like his head was somewhere else. 

 I was doing my best impersonation of a swami sitting cross-legged on the floor, the josh stick infused air swirling around my head. Daniel and I were watching episodes of Girls, which Amy had suggested that we watch. It was good, watchable, a nice drama about a group of girlfriends. The trouble is that none of them are especially likeable, but their story is interesting enough, I guess. The main character, Hannah, her boyfriend, Adam, is interesting. There is one scene where he is just about to come and he sits on her and asks her where he can spoof. Through out that scene you practically see him masturbating. There is plenty of sex and enough naked men to keep it interesting. Male actors should do more full frontal nude scenes, I'm not talking about gratuitous nude scenes, but if the character is getti...

James had never smoked pot before he met me. He looked so cute, his first attempts, he became all weak and feeble, stumbling with what to do. It was the first time I’d seen his confidence fail him, adorable. Then his head always spun so severely, it still does, that he’d always have to sit down, not matter how hard he fought it, and he fought it hard. I’ve tried to suggest that he have every second joint to me, but he’ll have none of it, I’m sure he thinks that I think I am conning him some how, I don’t know, shrug. So, accordingly, he has gone from zero to pothead, no training wheels, not trial period. Pat on the back, he has more than kept up his end of the narrative. His eyes spin and he goes all giddy, it is adorable. Felling a big, strapping boy just with a home made splif, it’s fun. “Don’t roll another one.” If he ever gets a bit lippy, I just roll him a joint, it quietens him right down. Shazam! James hasn’t gone home since New Years Eve. I didn’t really envision him hanging a...

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...

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...

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 got James to stand in front of the full length mirror dressed in what is my favourite look on a guy, shirtless with jeans. It is my very favourite 'guy' look. And James looked really good like that.

James has to ditch his girlfriend. He’s drifted away from her, she knows there is something up. And she knows it’s bad. She calls him every time he wakes up at my place. James said that he nearly told her twice, recently and on both occasions he panicked and fucked her both times, instead. “I didn’t know what else to do.” I wish I’d watched, all that pent up sexual tension, on both their accounts. Sick, I know. She knows she has lost her handsome, puppy boyfriend, but she doesn’t quite know why? Or if it is permanent. Oh, she must have a good idea of that. You see, James just wants to dump her. They were teenage sweet hearts. Tell her nothing. They have been together since they were 16. Tell her it is all him and not her, and I am sorry, but it is over. “Then she drives her blue Prius through our lounge room.” “What?” he says. James knelt up on the bed in his trunks with an obvious boner, which I had just been playing with up until that point. “I don’t know. I will just say I don’t kno...

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...

James had a girlfriend for most of the time I was working and I didn't see him much, actually, at all. I think it was his last shot at it? Well, maybe not his last shot, but he still hasn't told anyone that he likes cock and I think he was trying to make his straight mates happy. He has a large group of guys with who he went to school at Scotch. They are all still mates. James doesn't know how to tell any of them, so it is easier just to remain straight. Of course, that is not true, but that is what he is thinking. Girl's like him. What is there not to like. Blonde hair, handsome face, well developed chest and arms, six pack, tight waist, sexy legs, beautiful cock, hot arse. And he is a really sweet boy, interested, caring, loyal, kind. The only problem is that James doesn't like girls. well, not the way girls want him to like them. Nah, he doesn't. He can pretend, hope, want, pray, whatever it is that he does, but he doesn't like them, not like that, ...

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 ...

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...