Coda Josh Grant

My company which is basically a debt-free multinational partnership owned by multimillionaire partners, is going to reduce all if its employee's wages by 15%, justifying it as needed in times of reduced profits. Of course, I blame years of conservative Liberal governments who have drip fed the population with the idea that workers’ rights can be discarded for the good of the wealthy person's fortune. I don't really have any financial woes, I'm just making an observation for the collective good. 😬 The ordinary man should be rioting in the streets, demanding the head of the likes of Gina Reinhart et al on sticks for how the rich are screwing them over. But for some reason now a days the worker simply lies down on the ground with their arses in the air and accepts the rich fucking them harder. I think it is pathetic. When you go into business there are risks involved that every owner of a company knows about. You take risks with your money and in the good times it pays of...

I've been working. I had a 6 month contract, a friend suggested me for the role and some how I got steamrollered into it. Well, not so much steamrollered into it, but it went from a guilty feeling that i should be working to slaving my arse off in a corporate law firm, seemingly just like that. OMG! It has been long hours and long days and some weekend work. It bought back all the reasons why I hate corporate law firms. The psychopaths in charge, the mountain of work, the mind numbing boredom, all the reasons why I stopped doing that kind of prostitution in the first place. Still, I said I'd do it for 6 months, that was the contract i signed, so I completed it. I don't know why, but when it comes to actually working I take it seriously. I do what I say I'm going to do, otherwise I should have never said I'd do it in the first place. I guess that's why I don't want to work all that much. Still, there were a few cute law clerks, in puppy lawyer boy suits...

We went to the finance picnic at lunch time in The Fitzroy Gardens. My boss tried to get out of it, we are flat out, and it didn’t go down well with the new boss. I’m sure I know the new finance director, Remy. I’m sure I know his face from some where and as my recent past, or not so resent past, has been, pretty much, all gay, where do I know him from? He’s a semi-handsome darker-skinned guy who, when I gaze at him and cast my mind back, I get snippets of shirtless and drug fucked. I can’t get any firm picture of him in my head though. We ate lunch in the Fitzroy Gardens rotunda. The food was bought in tubs. The Chris Cringle presents were bought in boxes. I’m sure I got to see all the cute finance guy’s jocks, by the time they’d finished lifting and carrying and moving and placing. They were being a bunch of helpful lads. Ashley's were blue – he’d have a pretty cock. Daniel's were black – he’d have a big fat cock (apparently, he is getting married in the new ...

I'd forgotten how much I like closing the lift doors on people, it gives me a thrill. Sad, I know. Well, really, having said that is it really sad? Or is fun. Laughing at the adversity of others? (When no one is actually hurt in the process) That’s not sad, that’s what makes the world spin, surely? People are pathetic, they seem to have this inescapable need to run and catch the lift that's doors are closing, no matter how many other lifts that are available. In my building, if you miss a lift, you push the button and the doors open for the very next lift available. People don't get it. They don't seem to be able to resist. They don’t seem to care about whose lift they slow down, it is all about them. So, I close the doors on them. Bwahahahahaha! It is kind of a game now. I love it when I see the other person's hand waving desperately into the crack between the lift doors only to pull away again at the last minute in fear. You know when the lift doors get to that po...

One of the other guys in the office, Chris is tall and athletic, like a thoroughbred horse, and handsome and he looks sexy in his suit, but on casual clothes Friday in his jeans he has an amazing arse; pert, round, slightly indented on each side over his hips, tapering into his thighs with a nice crack right down the back. I could barely stop looking at it all day. I don't know if he catches me gazing at his snatch, but sometimes I am sure I catch him blushing when he looks in my direction. And in jeans, I could see the dick on him, like a fist pushed down the front of his pants. The boy clearly has a big trunk on him. I can almost picture it curled in his soft cotton jocks over his hairy nuts as he walks towards me in the morning. Actually, he is well groomed, so I reckon he’d be clean shaved, he’d have big, smooth purple nuts. I like the feeling of shaved nuts, I’d like to roll his around in the palm of my hand. I like the feeling of smooth scrotum skin.  You know, there are defi...

There's a young gay twink in my new office. He's very gay. Gay with a capital G... not that there is any thing wrong with that. (Boom bang) I don't tend to tell my colleagues on a temporary assignment that I am gay, not that any of them tend to ask. I usually am asked if I follow the football long before anyone asks my marital status, if they ask that at all. Occasionally, I am asked if I have kids, but not often. So they never know if I am gay, or not.  I'm always fascinated by effeminate twinks, I am not really sure why? I have to walk passed him if I head out of the office, head to the kitchen, or head to the toilet. He's begun giving me looks and coy smiles, whenever I walk by. I thought, I guess he had guessed, my macho exterior is not so impenetrable, but it dawned on me that I probably started looking at him, before he did me, with my fascination for little screamers. But, you know, that's okay, it can be our secret. He's funny. He gives me a l...

I start a new assignment for 3 weeks, so it's back to work, back to the grind. Yay. But, still only 3 weeks, it should go fast. So, it’s not exactly back to work, but that’s how I like to think about it. Makes the decision not to leave easier. I told my old partner Peter Fry that I wanted to leave. He said he couldn’t have that, “My dear boy,” as he likes to say, so he gave me a new matter he’s just got to tempt me not to leave. “You can just keep this between you and me,” said old Peter Fry. “no need to bring HR into it.” Fortunately, it is just a walk from home, for the 3 weeks. I’ve gotto remember the positives for then reason I took this job in the first place. I shouldn't get too bored. I love those walk-from-home jobs. You know what I’ve always hated, the suit and shirt, fortunately nobody cares too much about ties any longer. You've got to love that. So, I’m still not leaving all the hot boys in their business suits, just yet. I like the trend at the moment of having...

On my second assignment, they got the new contractor in and she seemed pretty confident, and it left me at a loose end for the last half an hour of the day. I had a day left on my contract, tomorrow, and I knew I wasn’t needed. It left me free to bother Christopher. He was a cutie. Blond, private school boy, 26 actually. He wore these cotton pants that just naturally bunched up around the substantial bulge he had there, don’t think I hadn’t noticed it. It was beautiful. I had trouble keeping my eyes off it. He had the perfect bulge between his legs, did Christopher. Like half a football pushed down into the front of his pants. We had a modern work space, clever filling and all. You just had to look, as he swung his chair around in your direction. I had trouble some time. I’d been caught unaware a couple of times, getting distracted by his bulge, and then to look  up to his face, to have him looking back at me. I could do it without thinking. The new homoerotic OH&S Manager, Sax...

I’ve done two assignments in four months. I’ve been working. One was a new contract and one is a regular client. I was at the regular client second. I remember cutie Phill from being there previously. I always thought he had a thing for one of the HR girls who has since left. Pretty Phill. I first noticed Phill again when he and two of his colleagues, Alistair and Nick, came down to our office to see the HR Director, Isaac about some campaign. Now there is a porn movie just waiting to happen. Alistair is blond and manly and moody and handsome. His wife has just had a baby, he looks a bit tired since the last time I’d seen him. I’d like to see him pin his wife to the bed and impregnate her. What a hot boy. He’d have a big cock that stayed rock hard. Nick is your pretty wog boy with plenty of good humoured swagger. He’d have a big fat cock, uncut that he’s love to have played with. He’s got a bulge on him, has Nick. His suit pants are full of his Italian sausage, seemingly, trying to es...

End of the week. Another five days done in hell. I've spent the last day lying in bed watching old movies. Old B&W’s. It's been great. I wouldn’t exactly say they made movies better back then, but they did make some good ones. It's been so fucken cold I can't begin to tell you how I haven't wanted to get out of bed. Good thing I didn't have to. Oh, what a waste of a cold day. Two day, going back to the office. Don’t think about it, don’t let it bring your weed high down, you have just got it to the perfect place. It is still a waste of time, full of empire builders. Only aware of their own snatches. “Look at my gash! Look at my gash! ... ‘am my pretty.” It is the most beautiful gash of all. What has The Ferret from HR been wearing lately, (I used to call her That Fat Cunt, but I have cleaned up my act) you are not 25 and 45 kilos, dohl, that skin tight mini dress, surely someone will be having a word to you soon? Now, ‘The Women” or “Rocky Horror Show.” We’r...

Two pairs of dirty jocks lie in the corner of my study, a good sign of masturbating into the middle of the night, with pot. Of course. Slide my jocks off from under my track pants. Get a great big gob of cream and whack off right there at my P.C. I couldn't wait for Daniel to go to bed last night. He made tea, he drank wine, he got up to go to bed and he emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the kitchen. Ah! Will you go to bed! A lost weekend. I've got a sore penis. I drank two large coffees, ate my muesli and went to the gym. 6am. It was raining. My suit feels tight against my crotch.

I headed to the gym, 6am. It is twice as easy, if you get it done in the morning. And I get up early, anyway. I should have gone yesterday. Up early, breakfast then out the door, before I have a chance to piss around, get going, don’t sit back on my lazy fat arse. Next thing I’m in the office showering,” I said. “If I am lucky, I get to shower with Marco…” “Marco?” questions Matt. “D’Souza,” I said. “D’Souza? questions Matt. “You met him when we went out for dinner the other night.” “James Bond?” “With the other guy.” “Yes, I remember him.” “He rides in, in the mornings,” I said. “Sometimes I get to see his naked arse in the showers, in the morning, before work.” “More than his naked arse, I bet.” “Sometimes, much more.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “I some times get to see the full show, yes I do. Call HR.”

I don't get this obsession we all have with hairless men. I mean, truthfully, I like them just the way they come, just the way their mothers made them. However they were born, them being their authentic selves. However... I do like them with hair. Hairy chests, hairy stomachs, hairy legs, hair in the small of their backs, hairy arses. Wherever? Kept trim. There's nothing like a good furry crack to run my fingers through. Hairy chests running down their torso to a hairy stomach is hot. Hairy stomachs running down under the elastic of their jocks and disappearing is really sexy. And a good set of hairy legs, makes me hard. Marco, the Senior Associate, who works in the office next to mine, is a case in point. Sometimes he comes in on Fridays in casual clothes, he looks like a muscle boy in his t-shirts and jeans. Black hair, facial growth, piercing green eyes. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. He smiles and says hello to me in the kitchen. Soldier on with Codral. I don’t have a cold,...