Coda Josh Grant

 We head down to the beach house for a two week break. Matthew and me. We get down early enough to go down to the beach and catch the late afternoon sun. Ah, the late afternoon sun, when the day begins to set across the water, it is such a glorious time to be alive. The sea is glistening and retreating out to the horizon, the sand is shiny, the day is as long as the sand becomes. There is the physical manifestation of the ebb and flow of the planet. The natural advance and retreat. The yin and yang of life, if you like. The heartbeat of nature. The flow of liquid, the life blood pumping. The sound of the sea that you can hear and can feel. I love that sound, it is a big part of coming to the sea side. We run all the way out to the water’s edge. We pull off our shirts and toss them onto the sand and run into the sea. I feel all of the city angst wash off me. It is the prize, the reward, for packing up and fighting one’s way out of the city on a Friday night. Peace. Brilliance. Solit...

“What was wrong with you last week?” asked Jason. “I was going to ask you the same question?” I replied. “You weren’t talking.” “Bullshit don’t put it on me.” Jason pulled his concerned face. “I just thought it was me.” “No, it wasn’t you.” “So you were pissed off.” “No I wasn’t,” I said. “Well, whatever, as long as it wasn’t me,” said Jason. “I don’t care if it was just you on your rags.” “Come on, lets go do some aerobic.” “You are such a girl,” said Jason. “Humour me,” I said. “We all need cardio.” Jason rolled his eye. “Sure, okay, Joselyn.” He was in his tight, red footy shorts, so I tried to get behind him, but I think he was on to me, besides, it would seem pretty odd if we weren’t side by side. “The chicks dig you, you know,” Jason said afterwards. “What?” “Didn’t you notice them looking at you?” “No.” “How can you not?” I shrugged.

I was exhausted and not talking much.  Neither was Jason. We pretty much worked out in silence. Oh, I don’t know, I just wasn’t feeling it, and I just wanted to get through it. A couple of times I saw him looking at me, what I would call, quizzically, but, nyr, whatever. Maybe both our biorhythms were weak, transmission out, or whatever you call it, or, um, I don’t know.

7am. Oh, my step down from my front gate felt tentative. Sheesh! I could just tell it was going to be one of those days. I kissed Matthew good bye at the corner and he headed for the tram, as I walked. Oh. I’m sure I was moaning as I walked to the office. How old did I feel? People were going about their day like everything was okay. Some of them were even smiling. Groan. Why didn’t I take a few days off? Why?

I woke early, and was feeling horny. I pulled the bed clothes down and licked Matthew’s arse until he was awake. “Oh, yes, please,” said Matthew. He rolled over onto his back, pulling his thick thighs up to his chest, his hardening cock falling between his legs. “Just shove it in me.” Mathew staid in that position. He’s been fucked senseless these last few days, and his arse is still tight and gripping my shaft with a tight grip. I lay down on his legs on his cheat until I blew up his arse. He whacked his cock until he was a fountain of cum. We staggered out to the lounge room, and mindlessly watched TV until we went to bed early.

It was nice to be home, despite the heat during the night. It is always weird to come home, it always feels familiar but different at the. I washed Bruno, quite frankly, he stank. He’d bought too much of the farm back on him. And now he had to be an inside dog again. We drove over to Matthew’s and I watered the garden while Matthew checked his mail.

It was 25 degrees, and beautiful. I was up at 9am. Bing. Awake. I rolled a joint first up, bad me. Jed and Trent were up not long after. Matthew discovered cherry tomatoes in the veggie patch and kept picking them and eating them, or offering them to me. It was 40 degrees in Melbourne today and we have to go home to that. Jed drove us to the Gold Coast Airport. We caught a 6pm flight back to Melbourne We got home late. We borrowed Daniel’s car and drove to Kyneton to get Bruno, who was with his granny. We got home at 3am. (What can I say? That is the old Daniel, generous and kind)