Coda Josh Grant

Cool and cloudy. Rain falls. Clouds blanket the sky. Cold days. Cool fronts blow in. Desire stalls. In September it rains.

You know, it's a shame, I say that all the men aren't gay. Of course, they got it in 'em flop it out, grinin You can touch it 'cause I'm spinin. Drunk as a bitch ya fingers make me twitch stick it in 'em.

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.

Jump when I say jump! Never forget bottom boy, you are my bitch! Now jump! Jump higher, Jump faster, Jump quicker! Now jump again. And again. And again. Now jump, I say. Bend over Be gay. Be gayer! You jump when it goes into you. You jump when it comes out too. I can make you jump. Like that. Is that pain in which you are calling out? No, it’s not pain. Jump again! Jump again! Jump again! You like to jump, don’t you boy? You were made this way. Jump, Jump, Jump! Jump again, I say.