Coda Josh Grant

I went to visit friends. Matt and Louise. They have a Down Syndrome boy named Josh and because we had the same name Josh he feels a, shall we say, special affection for me. Whenever he sees me he hugs me tight and kisses me. "He really likes you. He is so affectionate," Louise said beaming. It’s a thing, his thing, he has done it forever. I'm like his special buddy. Josh has grown over the years, as kids do and he is now, you know, grown up. He's 16. And he's a big, strong lad. Last weekend was no different to any other time I have visited, he was very pleased to see me. He ran up to me and hugged me, kind of bear hugged me hello. "Isn't he sweet, how he still thinks you are special," said Lou. He kind of hangs on to me, which is okay. Except last weekend, for the first time, I could feel how affectionate he was as he rubbed against my leg. “Ah!” nervous laugh. Josh had a boner, and he's a big boy, well hung and he wasn't backward in rubbing...

Work is okay. It is the usual corporate type wannabes all thinking they are more important than any of them really are. Poor bitches.  There's a couple of hot ones, Tripp, Alexi, Mateo.  Tripp Romeo is your all around handsome, strapping guy, who's solid and smart and who'd you'd marry and have kids with and all of your guyfriends would forever feel envious about as you spend the rest of your life having incredible sex.  Alexi Debois is you trendy young one fresh out of uni, who packs his pants out with a noticeable bulge, who's arse I'd like to pound really hard. He'd yelp like a puppy, I reckon. Lubed arse, raw cock, him pushed face first into the pillows. Mateo Frome is your pretty, dark eyes and eye lashes softly spoken, smile seldom serious type. You'd unzip his pants and peel down his jocks all the while maintaining his steely gaze. never losing eye contact, you take that fat thing and you'd slip it into your mouth and he'd inhale sharply a...

I'm heading back to work for the rest of the year, for Pipa Ganas & Ganas. The work you do, I do when I am off work. Yay for me. I have a 4 month contract. Yay for four month contracts. Shrug. It is close to home. I can't sit around for the rest of my life and do nothing, after all. Why? I'm not sure, but that is the prevailing thinking. Ha ha. I don't want to rust up completely. You can't spend the rest of your life smoking pot and masturbating to porn, after all. Apparently. So they say. You know, I've always wanted to know who "they" are? How does one get onto the "they" committee? I reckon I'd be good on it. Anyway, when I am bored, I can go and sit with Pipa and drink coffee, and she can tell me all about who is doing what to her gorgeous son Tommy. She's very keen to tell me all about Tommy's sex life.

I went for a walk for an hour after work, listening to Tina Turner, BB King and The Stones. Walking is good. You walk around Melbourne Uni and it is a perve fest. All those hot, young boys. It’s good to look. Faces, and chests and bumps and bulges and arses and legs. [2015] and necks and those tight waists, got to love a tight waist and how a pair of jeans fits them.  Oh! Soldier on with Codral. (you know, something for the congestion of juices, (full like a hooker late Saturday night) and the neck pain. Oh yes, something for the neck sprain, er, pain)

I was up early Which Intelligence Is Your Most Dominant? Interpersonal. Your dominant intelligence is interpersonal! You're outgoing, intuitive, social, and thrive on your interactions with people. According to Howard Gardner the interpersonal intelligence is key in building social relationships. It enables us to reach out, connect, empathize with others and communicate with a sense of mutual understanding. You know how to read people and you feel energized from your rich social life. You're a genuine social butterfly! Do you agree? Let us know in the comments! Really, I thought. I've got to stop reading nonsense.

As if to make a point of my celibacy, brother Daniel has had a steady stream of girls through the place who, from the sound effects coming from his room, have been enjoying big bro to his fullest extent. "What can I say," said Daniel  "The girls down the gym have been liking what they see." "It's been 3 this week," I said. "Not that I have been counting." "Yes, I don't know? The moon must be in my house of love..." "Love?" Daniel laughed. "Well, yes?" Not so much love, but a hell a lot of lust." He smiled. "I don't know what is going on, and I am certainly not questioning it."