Coda Josh Grant

I'm feeling a little plain today, it was hard work getting out of bed. Ha, ha! Not the usual spring and wide-eyed greeting of the day. It was more of a harrumph and "Oo, that morning sun sure is bright." Strangely, I was craving roast chicken? WTF? Actually, not so much roast chicken, although that was definitely on my taste buds, it was roast potatoes I was craving. You'd think I'd had enough meat and potato over the weekend to last me for, oh I don't know how long. A quick check of the time, 11.25 and I thought, you know, it's not that far off lunch. And by the time I'd smoked a joint, washed the crusty lube from my loins and patched everything else back together, it was after midday by the time I was heading down the street towards the local Charcoal Chicken. A quick take away coffee from Mario on my way and the day just seemed to burn a little brighter.

Matt and I have spent the world wide chocolate festival having a little celebration of our own. Just the two of us, shut away in my room, curtains drawn - actually, that's pretty much how they always are - music, movies, occasional porn. The time just seemed to fly by, the world throbbed beyond the curtains, but we didn't care, we were on our own plane, spinning in our own orbit. I love that feeling, as the world floats by without a care. I got meth from Jumbo Thursday night. Oh what the hell, I thought, after Matt suggested it a week ago, or so. Why not, I thought? I was whacked by the time I left his place. "Come on, have a couple of pipes with me." So, it could be said I started a little early. Matt arrived Friday night and we smoked the peace pipe just after dinner. I cooked, chicken risotto, easy. Then we spent the next 36 hours refuelling, in between sliding bigger and bigger objects up Matt's arse. Pretty much he was hungry and ready for the next siz...

I took photos of Matthew. He was a willing model. This is my favourite outfit on a guy, jeans but shirtless. I got his pants off and took photos of him naked, but I can't show those photos here.

The best way to get it all back together again is exercise. Sweat the shit out of your system. So, sometime mid morning, I pulled on my favourite undies, track pants and grabbed my back pack and headed to the gym. 6am. It was a great morning, breaking sky, the sun wasn’t shining yet. There weren't too many people at the gym, just a few guys pumping weights. Nice bums they all had too. Hot men. Straight with wandering eyes, just how I like them. They look, yes, sure they do. Of course, Carlton, early morning, all the perves are out at that time too, there is no guarantee that any of them are straight. The office boys and the perves, who like to perve on hot office boys. Despite what you might think, I don't go to the gym to pick up, I go to workout. I'm mostly there with my head down getting on with it. But, a boy can't help but notice, sometimes.

I quit smoking. Jesus fuck me Christ, again? You all say. Yep, is my answer. What is it they say, never quit quitting. That’s what they say.

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.

Matt and I went to the sauna, last night and picked up a pretty wog boy, Spiro. Big brown eyes and a keen attitude. We'd had a shit load of meth, Jumbo bought it over, Saturday morning. His treat, cause I'd been so good to him. I didn't really know what he meant, but, you know, who cares. I think he thinks Matthew is cute. We had Viagra to counter the effects of the meth. Pretty Spiro and I, took turns in fucking Matthew. Matt loved it. This, hot wog guy's big cock and my big cock sliding in and out of his sexy arse, he couldn't get enough. He wanted to be split open and he took both at once, the first time he'd been double fucked. He mad gaga noises and the cum just started shooting out of him.. He whispered in my ear that he loved me later when we held each other in our arms in bed.