Coda Josh Grant

Sexy Steve. He's hot, I like him a lot. Good thing, all things considered, hey. Can you all say that about your boyfriends.

Steve's gone to Sydney to work for three months, his company has sent him, they said they needed their most experienced guy to sort out whatever it was they wanted sorted out. Is it just my natural cynicism that suspects that saying they needed their most experienced employee is just a tool to get the employee to go without protest. All that smoke being blown up your arse makes you forget what they are asking you to do. Anyway, Steve said he wanted to have a break while he is away. Something about me not putting in the required amount of effort to the two of us... something like that. I mean, I guess, I should have listened, which may, or may not be, part of the problem, but I was so stunned by the words, "I want a break." I have to admit that I didn't listen as closely as I perhaps should have to the rest of what he was saying. Huh? I'm sorry, but I thought we were having a mature, adult relationship. Where has this come from? “I thought we were good?” ...

Steve always hits me when I say this is his best angle. "Fuck off," he'll say. Steve doesn't have a bad angle. He looks good from every angle, and believe me I have viewed him from every angle.

Steve stayed last night. We went to see a play at the Fringe the tickets for which Nick gave me. We ate Thai, in Smith Street, before we went, walking there in plenty of time. The play was staged in an underground car park in Collingwood. I liked, I thought it was interesting. I liked it, but I love experimental theatre, I find it exhilarating, more often than not. Steve wasn’t so keen. We walked home, we Steve keeping up an anti play dialogue. We crashed into bed. I was awoken by Steve cuddling up to me. "You awake?" I opened one eye to see his handsome face right up close to mine. "Yeah, sure." I think I croaked. Then his mouth was brushing against my cheek, along my jaw line, over on top of me, kissing me, warm and wet. His sweet mouth. I bought my hand up and pushed my fingers through his thick hair. I rolled over on top of him and he wrapped his legs around me. "Fuck me, before I go to work." I kissed him long and slow. Our hard-ons pushed into each ...

I loved Steve in these black swim trunks too. He always looked sexy in them, but then he looked sexy in pretty much everything he wore. Things just look good on him.

I always loved Steve in those red shorts. He always loved me pulling them off him. He's a sexy boy, is Steve.

Steve stayed the night. Blush. Quietly so nobody can hear, he is my weakness, I have suddenly realised. It's good, and scary all at the same time, you know, letting another human have that much. I find I am suddenly thinking about him. Then at other times my mind goes to him and I am wondering when I am going to see him again. I find I am thinking about the time in between, almost despite myself. It’s wonderful, and disconcerting, all at the same time. No, not really, it’s not disconcerting.

I had told Steve that I had something to tell him, and he remembered it and wanted to know what it was. “Okay come over tonight and we can talk about it.” “Sure,” said Steve. He was right on time. “Hi,” I said as I opened the door. “Hi,” he said. There was suspicion in his voice, to be sure. “You good?” I asked. “Yep.” He was behind me as we walked to the kitchen. “I’m good.” We got to the kitchen. “So far.” “Do you want coffee?” Steve looked at me. “Tea?” Steve’s eyes narrowed. “Wine?” Steve’s head tilted. “Me?” I smiled my cheekiest smile. “You.” Steve said deadpan. “You’ve got me…” “Have I?” “Yes.” “So, what have you got to tell me, then?” “What have I got to tell you?” “Yes” said Steve. “What have you got to tell me.” “Ask you.” “Ask me?” “Maybe tell…” “Just say it!” Steve demanded. “Well…” “Wow this must be…” “No, it’s not.” “You don’t want to…” I want to, with you. I’m really keen, on you. But… “But?” “But I don’t real...

Steve stayed all weekend. He slept in my arms, we kissed, touched, caressed, licked, gazed. He's warm and smooth and comfortable. He's hot and sexy and he tastes good – all of him, from top to bottom. It was just the two of us. Being. Hanging out. The rest of the world seemed to fade away somewhat. You and me. You know, in the end that’s all you need. Just one other. Someone special beats all of those slutty boys, easy. I’ll trade you a whole pile of your for-sex boys for my one for-love boy. Any day you like. His face greeted me first thing, there on the pillow. Sometimes his eyes were shut, sometimes open, it didn't matter. Beautiful. Made me smile, I have to admit it. His smile makes my heart beat harder. His shape, silhouette, form makes my cock beat harder. He's sweet. He's nice. He's adorable. He's easy, in all senses of the word. I didn't get scared once. Not once. Not at all. I never thought, oh go away. I never thought, I want to be ...

Steve came over, he was toey. I always know, he's fidgety, doesn't concentrate on what I'm saying to him. "What? What did you say?" "That's the third time you haven't listened." "Is not!" he protested. But his smile gave him away. He tried to stop it, but couldn't it spread across his face. "You know you're not." "Am too." I caught him in my arms, he faux-struggled to get away. I pushed my nose into his hair, as he nuzzled me back. "I know what you want." I push him up against the bench from behind, kiss his neck, kiss his mouth as he turned his head hungrily. “What do I want?” he whispered. I reached around and unclip the buttons of his waistband and fly. His pants fell open and down to his thighs, so easily. Then my fingers are inside his jocks and pressing into the hairy crack down the centre of his round arse. He groans, his breathing gets shallower. I pull his jocks off his hot arse and get dow...

Steve sat in the middle of my bed, last night, wrapped up in my doona, he looked right at home. Smiling, relaxed, head cocked to one side. He's asked me a couple of times, just lately, what is wrong, when, I guess, I have been looking at him too intently. He runs his hand down my face and says, "Hey, what's with you?" Then he pulls his head back and pouts his lips and smiles, all at the same time. "Oh, nothing," I hear myself say. He tilts his head and touches my chin. "Sure? You seem..." "What?" I ask. "I don't know, different..." "Nah," I say. I shrug. Somehow a shrug negates the lie. "I'm fine." But, I'm not fine. Steve is cute, sexy, hot and I think I'm falling for him. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but, it has kind of sneaked up on me. I've always liked them dark and cute, of course Steve is dark, all Thai boys are. And before you ask, no, it's not true. It’s a good size, thic...

Steve came over, we fucked. I came up his arse. He likes my cum up his arse. I've been barebacking his arse, well, since uni. That day we met in the union when he blushed as he realised I was looking at his firm, round arse. He's got the hottest arse; round, firm with just a spray of black hair all along his crack. We were in the bogs not long after that, him against the wall, me up him hard; panting heavily, trying not to make a noise as other guys used the urinals. Ah, to be that young and that stupid again. I’d cum in him before we’d spoken more than two words to each other. I don't know why, but he was the only guy ever who I only used spit with, no condom. Steve and I have never used them. Always slippery skin on slippery skin. Not sure why? Not sure why I made the exception with him, when I hadn’t with anyone else. I guess you've got to have skin on skin with someone? We all need to. Maybe, it was exam stress? Maybe it was those beautiful eyes, full of lust? Maybe...

Steve looked so cute in his jocks in the kitchen. I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed him by the arm pits and sat him up on the kitchen bench. “Heeeeyy!” he calls out. I pull the front of his jocks open, and his already stiffening up cock. I poke out my tongue and lick him all the way down his chest to his dick which I slide into my mouth. “Ohhhhh,” Steve calls out. His stiffening thick cock goes hard on my tongue, I suck it hard into my mouth. “Jesus fuck!” Steve calls out. He leans back on one hand and pushes his beautiful cock into my mouth. I slide my tongue all around the inside of his foreskin. I suck his thick shaft down into my throat. I suck it against my tongue. “Oh… my… god!” “Oh Jesus,” says Daniels voice suddenly. “Get a room will ya.” I pull my mouth off Steve’s cock. “Oh My God, Stevo,” Daniel exclaims. Daniel loved Steve, he thought Steve was the one for me. He always wanted to know why we stopped seeing each other. The next thing Daniel has scoo...

Once Asian never Caucasian... that is what Steve said to me. Cheeky smile. Those beautiful eyes sparkling. That handsome face. He kisses. Smack goes his mouth on mine. I laughed to myself, just after he'd said it. Funny boy. He makes me feel all warm inside. What does that mean? What do you think it means?

Look at the handsome Asian boys all in a row. With their brown almond eyes and skin that glows. Their square jaws and their beautiful black hair. Kiss the cute Asian boy, feel his soft skin. Hug him. Make him feel loved. It does get in. There was a time there where I only want to fuck Asian guys. Butch Asian lads with Aussie accents, tongue out, I couldn’t get enough of them. I don’t know why, but it wasn’t something I felt a need to question. It just was, and it was good.  It really was a phase, and it culminated in Steve, the perfect boyfriend. And he was great, but, I think, I wore him out in the end. Poor Steve, he really was too good for me. He tried to be laid back and a hustler like me, but it wasn’t him, he couldn’t do it. Shame, as he was really the loveliest a guy could ever meet.

We slept through. The alarm sounded at 6am. Steve’s face looked great on the pillow next to me. “Wake up sleep head.” “I can’t believe I’m here,” Steve croaked. “It’s a… dream.” “I pinched him.” “Hey!” “It’s not a dream.” I chased him into the shower with a slap on his sexy bare arse. We washed each other. Soap, hot water, smooth skin. We had to get ready and go. “I love this,” I said. I dried myself with my towel. “So, we can do it again?” he said. He dried himself with his towel. “I hope.” “Me too.” I gave him undies. I tried to pull them off him again, after he put them on. “Hey. Stop.” “That almost sounded believable.” “It almost was.” “But we have to go,” we said together. I gave him a shirt and suit pants, that didn’t fit him exactly, but they fitted him okay enough. We both ate muesli and drank coffee. It was really nice. We left for work together. “I have to give these back to you.” He motioned to what he was wearing with both his hands. ...

Daniel was going to the gym and he asked me if I wanted to go with him and usually I would say yes, but tonight I said no. Distracted? Me? I wouldn’t say that, exactly. I just went out for a drink, you know, to think about life. Sometime you just have to do that. The bar was quiet, I got my beer and sat on a high stool. I just kind of drifted off. Sometimes it is nice to have your tribe around you, even if you don’t want to speak to them directly. I sipped my beer. I heard the door open, which is unusual for me in a bar, I looked up and it was Steve. He came straight over. “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, and he walks into mine.” “I don’t believe this?” I leapt to my feet and gave him a big hug. I held him tightly in my arms. “It’s good to see you,” he whispered in my ear. “It is good to see you.” We let go of each other and gazed at each other smiling. “Last night, at the bar,” said Steve. “I looked for you.” “I looked for you.” “I co...

That handsome Asian boy, I knew that face, smiled at me with his amazing brown eyes and something inside me melted. His red lips parted just slightly, as the corners of his eyes creased in joy. I could feel a swoon. No, really I'm sure he winked. I was getting beers at the bar for me and Nick. The bar was busy, the crowd pushed me away. I headed back to Nick, but I was distracted. “Who are you looking for?” asked Nick. “What makes you think I am looking for anybody?” His name was Steve. We had a thing at uni. “Because I have asked you three things, and you didn’t hear any of them.” “Oh, sorry, I must be tired.” Nick sculled his beer down. “I’m tired too,” said Nick. “Shall we go?” “Sure,” I said. “You heading home?” “Not exactly said Nick. “I thought you were tired?’ “I’m not that tired.” Nick looked at me as if I were weird. “Tired of being ignored.” “Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t ignore you for long…” “I want to go anyway.” Nick headed off. I did a lap of the bar seeing if I could se...