Coda Josh Grant

  Ben and I went out clubbing Saturday night. We had a great night. We got home late, walking home as the sun came up.

Ben giving it bare chested jogging in the park. He looks hot like that, even if I would be expected to say that. We both go jogging after work.

Can't Stop Loving You, And if I stop, Then tell me just what will I do

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.

He looks like Ben, he really does. I find myself strangely attracted to him, which, I guess, isn't so hard to believe. I might have to buy some of his movies just to see how I feel about him in them.

I still sleep with Nigel sometimes. I know when it is coming, he calls and asks me what I'm up to, you know, just kind of nonchalantly. He says it's good for him for relieving the tension. He is the only guy I know who I can hold in my arms and kiss, he is really nice to kiss, and who can just can suddenly hold me very tight in his arms like he is never going to let go and cum all over me. It is really hot. Nigel's super power. I wish I could do that.

My mate Nigel has great legs, well, being a runner, gives him great legs. All that training he does has really paid off, in the aesthetics department.

Lovely Tim. He is quite the hunk. He's quite the guy, who isn't shy about anything

Lovely Tim, he doesn't mind being my photographic model and play thing. He says he's always wanted to be someone's play thing.

Tim and I go jogging together. He is a pretty good runner, so I have to be on my game when we run together.

 

Running up (name) Street, I could feel the French Honey Butter Toast hanging from my stomach. It was a slow start, a very slow start. I had on my little black shorts, the ones with the splits up each leg that, possibly, show more than is required. But, I like joggers who show their undies when they jog, it is sexy. I really had to drag my sorry arse up the street for a good kilometre before I stopped feeling bloated and heavy and my thick, hairy legs stopped feeling like tree trunks. It took a while before I got into some sort of rhythm. It was the French Honey Butter Toast, I am sure, it wasn’t the pot, I can speak up for the pot. It wasn’t the pot. The damn French! And their crazy diet.

 

Court yard chairs

  Ding! Ding! Ding! Sounds the tram as it is coming through. Ding! Ding! Ding! is the sound they make as any Melbournian will know. Ding! Ding! Ding! Is the tram sound we all know.

Ben likes to jog in bright colours. He reckons it is safer that way. I guess, maybe he is right, but I don't really like bright colours.

My mate Mike is not shy, and we all love him for that. Big Canadian, as sweet as a Canadian. He has a girlfriend who treats him badly, but he's been with her forever. So, it is no surprise he's not adverse to getting away from her, with his gay mates, to feel the freedom. Occasionally, he's tempted by a handsome fella, you know, maybe when he’s had too much of something, but that isn't very often. “Just keeping warm,” he’d say to us with his big toothy smile.

I like this arty shot of Tim in a beanie, it makes him look less blonde and more exotic, not that I really want him to look any less blond hair and blue eyes, but this filter is interesting, even if I can't remember what filter I used.

How I will always remember Matthew. That arse. Nobody can do what Matt does with his. He really knows how to enjoy it. The boy is very talented, let me tell you.

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.