Coda Josh Grant

Crystal meth this weekend. Yay! Yippee! Oh, I sound like a druggie, don’t I? Honestly, I haven’t thought about it since the last time I did it, with George. Big, hairy, Greek George. Nobody fills out a pair of y-fronts the way George does. A co-worker recently said that people get addicted the very first time they use it. So she thought, so she had heard. I told her she should stop getting her information from the channel 10 news. I'd said it before I thought too much about it, really before I'd given it too much thought. I don't really want to sound like an expert, not about that. Another co-worker said that if anyone in the office had used it, it would be Josh. She said my name, I wasn't expecting that. I was shocked. "Me?" I didn't have to put on a mock shocked voice, it kind of squeaked in real shock. "Why me?" I went up at the end of the two words sharply. "Oh, I don't know," she said. She shrugged and scrunched up ...

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...

Once you've puffed the "pipe" everything looks sexy, because everything is. That is the fun side of meth, that nobody wants to tell you about. Ben has beautiful balls, really beautiful balls. I hold them while he jerks off to some chick getting both her holes filled by two handsome footy players. They fuck her long and tenderly until her eyes cross, while she orgasms the boys hold her tenderly as she comes. The boys in porn are amazing. Just sexy and beautiful. We watch three phenomenal guys fuck each other. And then more amazing boys and then more. They just keep coming. We watch Sean Cody straight boys bareback each other. Couple after couple after couple, after hot, buff, passionate couple. The world is full of sexy boys, straight or gay, doing it with each other. Ben's cock is thick, wet with lube and sloppy with precum, for two days. I like how solid it feels in my grasp. He likes it played with, but what boy doesn't like that? We swea...

Ben and I are having a crystal meth jack off session for the long weekend. Nothing I like better than my best straight buddy wanking to porn with me. He'll be here soon. We both have Monday off. We are going to watch porn until everything runs out, us, the drugs, our cum, everything. I got one terabyte of new gay porn from Nick.  It should be fun. I've got straight porn too, for Ben, you know, if he wants it. I don't mind straight porn with hot men in it. Watching hot chicks take it from their hot men turns me on too. Either way, I don't care. Straight boys get turned on by cock too, Ben certainly does, so whichever.  That has been my experience anyway, not something they tell you about at "coming out" school. The popular thinking is that straight boys are straight boys and you leave them alone and you coexist nicely, which, I am sure, is something perpetrated, at least in part, by straight girls. You can't blame them for it, they ...

I got home late, I'm doing another short term contract. Ben came over. He bought pot. We smoked it. We next to each other on the couch. The TV was on mute. Our heads were spinning. There was floppy-haired Ben sitting next to me, with his floppy blond hair. His smile. His handsome face. I built the open fire up to full bore, I stacked it with wood, its intent working a charm, with Ben taking his jacket off. He sat there with his hands behind his back, with his sexy chest, tight waist, the bulge in his jeans and the bulge in both his thighs. I couldn't help myself, taking the situation in hand. Feeling bold from the THC spinning in my head. I slid my hand down his stomach and under the waist band of his jeans. I love it when my fingers reach the elastic of his undies and then his pubes, without him ever flinching, I've taught him well. He knows it feels good. I know it feels good. He knows that I know that he think it feels good. He doesn't do anything to stop...

I got a call in the afternoon, it was from Ben. "You doing anything tonight?" "No." "I might come around?" "Okay cool." Silence. No chatty Ben, like usual. "I'll see you tonight then." End of call. I had a dead phone in my hand. That was the shortest phone call in the history of Ben's phone calls. Funny, I thought. There was definite angst there, I had to admit it. 7pm the doorbell rang. There was, I had to say it, a nervous Ben standing on my doorstep. "Hi." "Hi." He handed me a bottle of red wine. I laughed to myself, keeping a straight face the whole time, which was hard, I wished there had been flowers too. Oh why couldn't he have bought flowers too. "How was your day?" I'd smoked pot all afternoon and worked at my computer. The day had vanished, I hadn't even noticed. I rolled him a joint, naturally. And I made him a coffee in the kitchen, as he said he wanted ...

I text mum at 8am and told her I had a terrible migraine and that I didn’t feel well and that I wouldn’t be able to visit her this morning. We were sitting in the lounge room in dressing gowns. I was seeing double, to tell you the truth and in no state to go anywhere. I remember seeing the time at 10am, thinking I’d have to be going now. Then I saw the clock again at 15.30. We got up around 5pm. I had to go to a BBQ, so Matthew had to go. He tried to talk me into cancelling, but I just could. It had been planned for ages, all of my crew were going to be there. I looked at the car and contemplated it momentarily. Not 20 anymore, I thought. I picked up my sunglasses, which was amazing that I found them, because I never normally can. I picked up the packet of cigarettes in the kitchen, I guessed they were Daniel's, which didn't ring true, but they weren't mine. I thought I'd need them, I caught a taxi. As the car got going, I didn’t know why I didn’t take Mat...

I've had a brilliant idea, I'm going to write my friends into a novel. It means I'll have to be more social. I'll need a plot. I know, get Ben to fall in love with me. Really? Where did that come from? Ah Ben. We didn't just do law together, study buddies, friends. Lovers. I think we should be lovers. Maybe I should tell him? Maybe, I should just invite him over and start "loving" him? That's what I thought. Benny boy with his straight blond hair and his big puppy dog eyes, his hairy chest and his sexy arse. So, first thing to do was to tell Amy. “I think Ben and I should be lovers.” She smiled. “I like the idea.” “You know what he’d have to do?” “Oh, he can do all that,” she said. “He is going to surprise you one day.” “I have tried all the taster cachets of Ben.” "I reckon we should share him," she said. "You know, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I want to see how he copes with it." She smiled her devilish gri...

Ben's a sexy boy, you know. A sexy boy for a straight boy. I like it when he comes over pissed, or off his chops, he's really cute then. Pliable... or is that compliant? He came over last night, late. Those dreamy half closed eyes and that wonky smile on my door step when I swing the door open. “Amy is working on her PHd thesis.” And she needs lots of time to herself to work on it. That's what Ben believes. So, you know, she sends him over to my place. "I had to just get out of the house." Smile. Sexy. "I'm just smoking pot and watching a movie." "I was hoping you'd be home." Smile. "I'll roll the joints." The boy has got a beautiful cock, what can I say? Pretty. Really pretty, one of the pettiest I've ever seen. How could I turn him down? He's really sweet, too? Open, not afraid. Not afraid of intimacy. Not afraid of touch. He stumbled in the door. "I'm a bit fucked." He wrapped his arms around me an...

After I got rid of all the craziness, they all assure me of my own doing, it was just me. Daniel Crashed. The doorbell sounded. It was Ben. We'd both fooled around, the two of us in the last fifteen years. Spasmodically. Off our faces, at some uni house in the suburbs, early Sunday morning. Oral sex, pretty much. Neither of us could remember much afterwards. Languorously, lazily, out of it. We have a few times more recently, kissing and sucking, munted on something. So, it was completely foreign to us. But we'd never done it deliberately, with premeditation, sober, in the cold light of day, so to speak, that made it completely different. Ben sat on the couch, I laid my head on his chest. (see, I can do the girlie one) And we talked. Amy had some Huntin” & Gatherin” Wymans own country shindig, 2nd day of the new year, he was on his own.

It was late when Ben called. He said he wanted to come over, he'd hurt his shoulder playing squash and he wanted a joint, you know, for the pain. Really? I thought as I put the phone down. I rolled him a joint, as soon as he arrived and asked him if he wanted to watch the end of the dvd I was watching. "I don't know," he said. He rotated his shoulder. "I thought you were going to massage me?" I was? The first I'd heard about it? "Come here, then. Take your shirt off (there needs to be payback)." I pointed at the cushion at my feet. "Sit down." He pulled his t-shirt over his head. He looked nervous, standing there nearly undressed. His bare torso was as sexy as I remembered it to be. His black jeans looked good on him. His bare toes curled. "It's okay," I said. "I'll only touch your shoulders." I thought of the last time I'd seen him. He laughed nervously. Went to say something, but didn't. He shrugg...