Coda Josh Grant

Daniel knows how to fill out a pair of underpants. At uni he was voted the guy most likely to fill out a pair of underpants the best. He got a trophy. He's very proud of that trophy.

It made me think of Daniel, sitting there in the dark. When we were kids, teenagers, it doesn't really matter how old we were. I was always just a year younger than Daniel. We were said to be two peas in a pod. Twelve months apart, to the day. Some people have said that we were twins, born twelve months apart. Grandma said we were her two bookends, blond and brunette. Did she never stop once to wonder if calling me brunette turned me gay? So we have always been close. It was just the two of us, you know, Daniel and me. We were as thick as thieves, we did everything together. Daniel used to come into my room late at night, on hot nights just in his jocks and watch TV in bed with me. I reckon all my young life I admired how sexy my older brother was. I remember in junior school, we used to have assembly in the yard. The oldest always stood at the front and the youngest at the back. I'm not sure why, it seems even odd to think they did it that way now. Consequently, I remembe...

I got home late, I'm doing another short term contract. Ben came over. He bought pot. We smoked it. We next to each other on the couch. The TV was on mute. Our heads were spinning. There was floppy-haired Ben sitting next to me, with his floppy blond hair. His smile. His handsome face. I built the open fire up to full bore, I stacked it with wood, its intent working a charm, with Ben taking his jacket off. He sat there with his hands behind his back, with his sexy chest, tight waist, the bulge in his jeans and the bulge in both his thighs. I couldn't help myself, taking the situation in hand. Feeling bold from the THC spinning in my head. I slid my hand down his stomach and under the waist band of his jeans. I love it when my fingers reach the elastic of his undies and then his pubes, without him ever flinching, I've taught him well. He knows it feels good. I know it feels good. He knows that I know that he think it feels good. He doesn't do anything to stop...

I got a call in the afternoon, it was from Ben. "You doing anything tonight?" "No." "I might come around?" "Okay cool." Silence. No chatty Ben, like usual. "I'll see you tonight then." End of call. I had a dead phone in my hand. That was the shortest phone call in the history of Ben's phone calls. Funny, I thought. There was definite angst there, I had to admit it. 7pm the doorbell rang. There was, I had to say it, a nervous Ben standing on my doorstep. "Hi." "Hi." He handed me a bottle of red wine. I laughed to myself, keeping a straight face the whole time, which was hard, I wished there had been flowers too. Oh why couldn't he have bought flowers too. "How was your day?" I'd smoked pot all afternoon and worked at my computer. The day had vanished, I hadn't even noticed. I rolled him a joint, naturally. And I made him a coffee in the kitchen, as he said he wanted ...

I've been working hard this last 6 month. We have a big matter on and somehow I got steamrollered into it. Well, not so much steamrollered into it, but it went from a feeling that i should be helping the team to slaving my arse off, 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 this kind of prostitution. When did I escape… only to be sucked back in. Still, it’s meant to be for 6 months, so the end is now insight. I don't really know why, but when it comes to actually working, I do take it seriously. Put in the hours, get it done, don’t question what I had to do until it is over. Still, there were a few cute law clerks, in puppy lawyer boy suits, helping out. “You can have your pick of the graduates.” “Oh, okay.” I know which ones I’d be getting to do wh...

Nick and I went out and got shit faced over the weekend. I am still recovering. Nick is the devil with that pipe. He knows my piggy way, which then, of course, gives a green light to his piggy ways. Of course, that is why he says he likes me. We have the same piggy ways. "You're the only person I know who never says no." Then it is carnage at day break. Mick Jagger sings, I Think I’m going Mad. Well, once I get going. Once you are doing it, you have no choice but to be piggy. But I always have a limit. Twenty four hours and I'm done. I've never tried to fight it, I've just gone with it. I'm asleep pretty soon after a night and a day and a night as elapsed, I'm always done by then. I was horny as hell when I got home and had a marathon porn session in my room alone. Actually, I like that bit the best. Is that selfish? I'm not sure when night finished and day started. And when day finished and night started. Me in my dark little wolrd, with anybody I...

James had a girlfriend for most of the time I was working and I didn't see him much, actually, at all. I think it was his last shot at it? Well, maybe not his last shot, but he still hasn't told anyone that he likes cock and I think he was trying to make his straight mates happy. He has a large group of guys with who he went to school at Scotch. They are all still mates. James doesn't know how to tell any of them, so it is easier just to remain straight. Of course, that is not true, but that is what he is thinking. Girl's like him. What is there not to like. Blonde hair, handsome face, well developed chest and arms, six pack, tight waist, sexy legs, beautiful cock, hot arse. And he is a really sweet boy, interested, caring, loyal, kind. The only problem is that James doesn't like girls. well, not the way girls want him to like them. Nah, he doesn't. He can pretend, hope, want, pray, whatever it is that he does, but he doesn't like them, not like that, ...