Coda Josh Grant

Amy found out she was pregnant. “I thought she was a lesbian?” I said. “Me too,” said Ben.  The thing is, she’d had sex with three guys. She had unprotected sex with three guys while she knew she was off the pill. What is that, I asked? She goes off the pill, and she still has sex with guys?  It was really only two guys, she thought, as she didn’t fuck Ben at the time to make a baby. “That was just to say good bye,” she told Ben. It turned out to be a genuine Mama Mia moment, though. Apparently, it was deliberate. She and her girlfriend wanted a baby. Amy wanted a baby. She told Ben it was her last hurrah of her heterosexuality. Apparently, it was just for old time sake with Ben, the day before they split up. She’d gone off the pill, but she didn’t think she could get pregnant that quickly. It was only two guys that were deliberate, in her mind. It was her personal trainer, Shane. And it was her next door neighbour after an afternoon of sunbaking. The two guys had to be tested...

Ben bought himself a bulldog, his name is Butch. Now we have a bulldog each. Ben just fell in love with Buster the first day he met him, like the two of us did. We introduced Butch to Buster. Buster growled once and now he and Butch are pals. Butch’s breeder was in the country, so we drove up to Shepperton to see him. We were only going to have a look, really. We stopped and had lunch on the way. Of course, when we got there, Ben just fell in love with Butch, but, hardly surprising, who doesn’t fall in love with puppies. “New house, new dog,” said Ben. “I’m going to get him.” I’ve always been a traditionalist when it comes to bulldogs and it is always a red and white bulldog for me. Butch is black and white and tan, a tri-colour really. He’s gorgeous, cute as anything. We sat on the floor back at Ben’s and played with Butch. Ben set up Butch’s crate, using one makes it much easier to house train your puppy. Butch was funny, we played with him until he went clunk and fell asleep on the ...

It is going well with Ben. We are natural lovers. Lovers is a funny word, it is supposed to mean people who are in love with each other, but what it really means is people who love each other physically. I love everything about Ben, there is nothing I don’t like. There is no part of him, inside, or out, that I haven’t touched. Nick says it is still the honeymoon period. Whatever, it feels good. But, maybe not going so well with Ben’s mother. She seems to have been giving me the cold shoulder for the longest time. She talks to me in a clipped kind of way, as though she is seething just below the surface, but managing to keep a calm demeanour none the less. I just agreed with her, whatever she says, and she never escalates. She even turns her back on me, literally, in conversations. She doesn't seem to like me, although she’d deny it. I simply amuse myself with what I am doing to her golden haired boy. When she is being particularly insensitive, I just think about kissing his face, h...

One of the partners at work, Gabriel Knight, propositioned me at Friday night drinks. He noticed me the first day I started, in fact, he was one of the guys who did my interview. If I saw him behind his wife's back, he'd see what he could do about pay rises and promotions for me, not that he could promise anything. He heard I was good, anyway, so it wouldn't really be wrong, just like having a fan. “You shouldn't let your good looks go to waste.” “My good looks?” I repeated. I was taken aback, truthfully. This morning when I looked in the mirror I thought I looked 100 years old, as I tried to pull my face into a more pleasing shape. “You could be my fancy boy.” I'm a bit fucking old to be someone's fancy boy, is all I could think. "Is it going to go against me if I say no?" "Oh, good god know, nothing like that," he said. "It would just work for both of us." I'm practically a married man, I wanted to say, but I stopped myself. I...

Kaye Marion. Slim, beautiful, in a well live 45 year old way. Smokes. Stylish. Wears mini skirts. Long, messy hair, looks like she has just been fucked some mornings when she arrives in the office. Chilled. Down to earth. Somewhat naughty, in a very dry way. Efficient. Amazingly good at everything she does. Doesn’t take my shit. Is good for me. And quite possibly my best friend in the corporate world. She is married to Rocco, who comes across as a muscle bound bogun, but is actually a whizz-kid advertising exc who came up with many well known advertising campaigns. I was in my office when she arrived at her desk, with the many bags she always seems to carry. Long leather coat, high heel boots, tights, short skirt, blouse, long silky hair, still her, statuesque slim self. “Here I am,” were the first words out her mouth. “I can’t tell you how pleased I am to see you,” I said. “The band is back together.” “Your funny,” said Kaye. “I’ll just go to the ladies and poof my hair,” she ran her ...

I’ve got a dog, a bulldog in the tradition of the Grant bulldogs, his name is Buster, but you guys all know that. Ben and I don’t live together, but Ben does live just around the corner, he bought a new house in Carlton recently, with the prices being down, and all. So, our houses are only streets apart. We’ve been to family weddings as a couple. Most people are surprised with Ben, but not me it would seem. They were all surprised when we joined in the games of cricket, on Sunday afternoons at their family lunches. “You guys are… um… pretty blokey,” remarked cousin Dominic. Dominic always comments, he seems to be endlessly fascinated. “You know, for…” “Not really,” I said. “Gay guys are mostly pretty blokey. “Don’t believe the stereotypes,” said Ben. Of course, I couldn’t hit the ball to save myself when it came my turn to bat and I was bowled out on the first ball. I’m not a bad fielder, though, I can run, and I can catch, well, some of the time, easy catches. “Not so good at cricket,...

I started on Monday and today there was work drinks, my first, and our story had, obviously, got out. Ben had a girlfriend. And then Ben had a boyfriend, and the boyfriend was the new guy, which is me. I was what superseded Amy, it seemed everyone was fascinated with that. A straight boy with a gay boyfriend was endless hours of intrigue and questions. The bar was open and everybody seemed to get, if not drunk, certainly socially oiled. And while I might be a little reserved in my private life, I’m not usually reserved at work. I’m not really sure why? I’ve always thought it was because I am good at my job, even if I can be somewhat disinterred at times, and that gives me a kind of work confidence. All the secretaries who always fancied Ben wanted to know the gory details, I was a little shocked. “Hi, I’m Mary-Lou, you’re Josh, aren’t you?” “Yes,” I said. “The new guy.” Stacey, one of the other secretary’s joined us. Gabriel’s Secretary, Kitty was with Mary-Lou, they both had a rather ...