Coda Josh Grant

My days are free, if I get a phone call and I can do anything. I love it. Someone asked me the other day if I get bored. I don't even know what the word means, I answered. Oh, I'd be bored off my brain if I didn't work. I wouldn't know what to do with myself. I thought that was one of the saddest things I have ever heard.

Sex, there was sex. Parties, all night long. And lies, you know that was Nick, for sure. It was our EOFY Party. It’s annual. It is when we can all coo about what a great year we had, financially. I remember, I had Chad by both wrists, over his back, he was completely naked. Gordon and Owen had some sort of win against the tax man. I think it meant their tax structure held up against ATO scrutiny. “Same shit, different year,” said Gordon. We danced. The lights were fierce, or was that the drugs. Mike got all the drugs. I think it was Mike looking over my shoulder when I had Chad by the wrists. We were having role play. He was a young, hungry intruder and I had caught him in the mink room. I made a citizen’s arrest, and magically his clothes all fell away. And then Mike was looking over my shoulder; “Very tasty.” What? You thought the cloak room was private, a place where potentially every person present couldn’t possibly have a potential have a connection. Well, yes. “Ah, ah. Ah ha,” ...

It was a cold, bleak day outside, so I lit the fire as soon as I had put the coffee on to boil, as soon as I had got home. I'd been up half the night, pissing around, having adventures, writing great stuff. I liked it. You know what four points does, I assume. With Nick on a school night, what’s more. He just dropped in to use my place as a smoking den, as he didn’t want to drive off his face. He was meeting someone’s husband, the partner for who had left the state leaving him ‘unprotected.’ “You heard her say that?” “Whatever that means?” “Her husband…” “If I have it here, it’s not hitting me until I get to the front door of the CBD club, after a short taxi ride from Lygon.” “Is that why you always stop in here?” “You never listen, Josh. How many times do I have to repeat the same story? YES!” “Okay, I heard you.” Jees, he seemed angsty. “How many times do I have to tell you, your house is the perfect distance from the CBD.” “Yeah, sure I’d heard you say that before, but I never r...

You know when they've got an arse so tasty you want to chow down all night... Cute twink in black jocks lying on his stomach smiling You know those muscled boys who give it up really easily, not a fight… Cut ripped torso lying down in black jocks writhing You know those boys who just say to you, keep sucking on it all right… Near naked young jock, bulging black jocks sighing You know those twinks who just have to take the biggest in sight… A gorgeous boy dripping from his hole that is no longer tight.

I've been working. I had a 6 month contract, a friend suggested me for the role and some how I got steamrollered into it. Well, not so much steamrollered into it, but it went from a guilty feeling that i should be working to slaving my arse off in a corporate law firm, 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 that kind of prostitution in the first place. Still, I said I'd do it for 6 months, that was the contract i signed, so I completed it. I don't know why, but when it comes to actually working I take it seriously. I do what I say I'm going to do, otherwise I should have never said I'd do it in the first place. I guess that's why I don't want to work all that much. Still, there were a few cute law clerks, in puppy lawyer boy suits...

Jumping the shark, I used to think that was a great expression. Shark head stepping stones. Once across the pond without stopping. Jumping the shark, some kind of thrill seeker aerobics. It's just a jump to the left, with the shark between your fee,ee,eet. It's just a jump to the right, the shark bites on tigh, ig, ig,ig,t. But if you are really lucky, and you juuump the shark. A girl would have the shark by the tail and a girl would have the shark by the snout, and they'd swing it around like elastics, and the girl in the middle would jump, jump, jump the shark. Jump, jump, jump, as the shark breaches the water in the pool. Jump, jump, jump, jump over the sharks open mouth, like a swan, or a deer. What? What do you mean the cow ran away with the spoon? Boo-Hoo.

I still sleep with Nigel sometimes. I know when it is coming, he calls and asks me what I'm up to, you know, just kind of nonchalantly. He says it's good for him for relieving the tension. He is the only guy I know who I can hold in my arms and kiss, he is really nice to kiss, and who can just can suddenly hold me very tight in his arms like he is never going to let go and cum all over me. It is really hot. Nigel's super power. I wish I could do that.