Coda Josh Grant

It's always on time, that is there is always time for it, no matter what stage we are at, no matter where life has taken us.

Jason is tall, dark and handsome. Good looking, of course. He said he'd pose for photos. He didn't even blink when I handed him the blue trunks to wear. "You want me to wear these?" he said. He flashed that tall dark and handsome smile.  "Yes." "No worries." "Okay?" "Okay," he said. "I guess you want me out of them too." "Yeah, sure." "Okay." He flashed that tall, dark and handsome smile, again. "I'm gonna turn you into art." "Okay, then," he said.

I call this my 'blue' period. No shortage of offers from Mick to pose for me. I love everything about photos and images and how I can mess around with them.

Matthew is getting half a woody in this shot, as I am whispering things to him as I take the photo. He really has a very nice one. Thick and fat, and solid in your hand.

We like playing pool in the dingy pool room in Richmond. Steve and Nick and I. It has an atmosphere all of its own. If you haven't worked out by now, my very favourite thing is 'tacky.' I don't know where it comes from, but it is definitely true. I love 'tacky', I actually revel in it, it is where I most feel at home. I don't know why, but I have never really questioned it. You know, anything that is a bit off normal, a little taboo even, it is where I live.

I had to cut off Jamie's raging hardon from this photo to get around the photo scanners of the censors. He'd taken viagra and his toddler was rock hard and not going down. Steve and I slapped it around, whack, whack, whack, which just made Jamie laugh.

It's Camo when we're all just being mates. It's Tino when he is being a smarty and speaking French. It's Snako when we're at a club with a nose full of something. He will answer to any of them.

Ewan having a loose moment in the bathroom. I thought he was unravelling completely, but as soon as I started things there was seriously something wrong, he smiled his cheeky smile and said, "Got ya."

"Tongues?" "Tongues!" "Swap spit?" "Swap Spit!" "Now?" "Now!" "La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la." "La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la." "La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la." "La, la, la, la la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la." "Ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga" "Ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga"

He knew the power of a pair of white undies. He knew exactly what kind of effect they had on the punters. He could pull the look off to a great degree.

Scott and I met in a bar in Oxford Street. "Suck on my tits," said Scott. It was his thing. His nipples were like bullets. He groaned as I sucked. As the sun came up in Darlinghurst, Scott lit the glass pipe as I sucked his nipples. He gently lifted my head and slid the glass pipe into my mouth, like I slid his nipples into my mouth. He flicked the lighter, I coughed on the smoke. He slid his tits back into my mouth.

Me and Rowan. nearly 10 years did nothing to diminish us. It was like no time had passed at all. It was like riding a bike, if you will excuse the expression.

Rowan's sexy chest. First photo in 10 years. he was nervous about it, so it was something subtle

Luke and I had a photo session. I thought he'd be less than enthusiastic, but he was keen. He was happy to follow my instructions.