Coda Josh Grant

It has been cold and wet and I haven't been doing much. Either I have been in by the fire, or I have been up the block. It has been nice up the block – wet cold and fresh. Walking, reminiscing, easing back into normal life. I'm back in Melbourne for a party tomorrow night. Should be fun. It's a party with all my gay mates, there should be a lot of pretty young things, if for nothing else, to look at.

I was still feeling rattled from Easter weekend. Jangly. It was a struggle for the last three days. Kaye kept asking me if I was okay, she seemed to know something was up. She always knows when something is up. “You okay?” “Yes.” “Really?” The doorbell rang. What the hell? Who? I laughed to myself, I was sounding like Grandma Mabel every time the phone rang, or her doorbell buzzed. “Oh, my goodness, who could that be?” Jumbo was standing on the other side of the door when I opened it. “Sorry I am late,” he said. “But better late than never, hey?” “What?” I’m sure I looked blankly at him, I was sure I was looking blankly at everything. “Well, aren’t you going to ask me in?” he said. “We can’t very well do business out here, hey?” “What?” Jumbo pushed passed me. “Well, I’ll invite myself in then.” “Jumbo?” “Sorry, I’ve been delayed,” said Jumbo. “Or, otherwise entertained.” He smiled like he wanted me to ask him why?” But, I didn’t really know why he was at my place, so I didn’t ask. No...

I put Matthew in a taxi early and sent him home. I staggered around the house, showering, trying to get dressed, trying to get ready to leave for the office, but I just couldn’t do it. Oh, very rattily thanks. I know it is a really bad look the day after Easter, but I called in sick.

Matthew and I were dressed in track pants and hoodies, lying on the couch in each other’s arms. Pretty much everything hurts now. My cock is swollen like a deflating balloon. That’s from 48 hours of tugging at it mindlessly.

We were spent, finished, done. The party was over. He was lying prostrate on the bed, exhausted from two days of being well, really violated. I got down between his legs and sucked on his. Soft, sticky cock until he rose again, rock hard, like a slick, shiny rail. “There is the Easter miracle,” I announced. "Rising from the dead." We laughed. We hugged and kissed with Mathew’s huge boner sticking into my stomach.

Matthew and I had hours of mindless sex. He is the energiser bunny when he has a cock up his arse, talk about power bottom. He’s learnt to talk dirty now. I can’t have silent sex and he was pretty silent in the beginning, but I have taught him well, and now he has a dirty little mouth on him. Matthew wants to be double fucked, we watched some porn where some guy was copping it big time from two guys and Matthew slurred at me, “I want to feel that.” That’s my boy. Matt looked hot in his laplap, his thick thighs seemed to burst out from underneath it, and his flat washboard stomach seemed to embrace the waistband. I tied him to the cross and teased him with saying I’d suck his cock and lick his arse, without actually doing it for the longest time, until he was rattling the leather straps wrapped around the cross in frustration. We were just filth for three days. Saturday disappeared as if it never happened. Actually, I love that, ‘the other’ time dimension into which you enter via the gl...

It's party weekend. All those days off are going to be put to good use. Matthew is coming over tomorrow night for his crystal. I went to the gay shop and got lube, water based, and oil based, Up&Go Energy drink meal replacement from Woollies. Matthew is buying amyl. He likes it, I don’t. I got a long piece of wood and a shorter piece, to make a cross in my bedroom. I got some leather strapping to tie Matthew to it. I also got a small laplap in which to dress him up. Ha ha. I wonder what Judas wore? Apparently, John was Jesus’ boyfriend.