Coda Josh Grant

Ben and I are having a crystal meth jack off session for the long weekend. Nothing I like better than my best straight buddy wanking to porn with me. He'll be here soon. We both have Monday off. We are going to watch porn until everything runs out, us, the drugs, our cum, everything. I got one terabyte of new gay porn from Nick.  It should be fun. I've got straight porn too, for Ben, you know, if he wants it. I don't mind straight porn with hot men in it. Watching hot chicks take it from their hot men turns me on too. Either way, I don't care. Straight boys get turned on by cock too, Ben certainly does, so whichever.  That has been my experience anyway, not something they tell you about at "coming out" school. The popular thinking is that straight boys are straight boys and you leave them alone and you coexist nicely, which, I am sure, is something perpetrated, at least in part, by straight girls. You can't blame them for it, they ...

James has called a few times, or was it text? Something. Nice boy James, handsome, athletic. He's my favourite type, confused straight boy. Imagine how hot it would be to hook my little confused straight boy, namely James, up with me and my big confused straight boy, namely Ben, in the same sexual tryst. You know James could pass as Ben’s little brother, they don’t look that dissimilar, they both have blond hair, blue eyes, and the same square jaw. It would be hot. Ah, soldier on with codral – you know I say that when you have something to suck on to make yourself feel better. Then again, I don’t want to scare Ben. He’s coming along quite nicely, even if I do say so myself. He is becoming putty in my hand, I’m getting him right where I want him. And he is the one I want, as Olivia used to sing. So, you know, as tempting as the thought is, the two blonds snogging for me, I might just settle for continuing to work on big confused straight boy as a solo project. James is genuinely lov...

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...

I got James to stand in front of the full length mirror dressed in what is my favourite look on a guy, shirtless with jeans. It is my very favourite 'guy' look. And James looked really good like that.

I'm working with boguns, let's be truthful.   (Not For Profit is like that, either fat or stupid, generally unattractive, it is like a repository for the lame.) They are the types to say, I’m not racist, but… I always want to say at that point, Well stop speaking, for goodness sake. For the sake of goodness. From experience, the standard issue racist remark usually follows. They didn't, but you know the type.  (28.10.2014 - Actually, I misjudged them. (the racist remark business was way off) My usually impeccable judgment was way off. I guess it was first day nerves. Yes, even me. They are nice... sometimes it is easy to mistake the salt of the earth types for boguns.) Work is okay, they're okay, it is nice to get a distraction from the mundanity of it all. Not that I am ever bored, but I'm not sure we are built to do nothing. Distraction is good. Nick came and had lunch with me today, we sat outside on the footpath under the oversized umbrellas. "W...

It is still the best view of a guy. Oh yes, I am an arse man, I don't deny it. There is just something about those curves and the promises it holds. you know, the delights there are to be had. Yes sir, give me a great arse any day.