Coda Josh Grant

Working together turned out to be great. Of course, we work in different practise groups in the firm and in reality, we don’t, actually, see each other during the day. Except that time, we met up in the toilets on his floor and pulled each other off standing face to face in our suits, holding the backs of each other’s heads, covering one another’s mouths with our own mouth, as we came, so we didn’t call out. Ben panicked when he discovered a trail of cum down his blue trouser suit leg. Then he was at the sink scrubbing it with wet hand towel as I sat against the sink telling him that it would never come out. “Don’t joke,” he said. “I have a meeting…” The toilet door opened and one of the young grads, Michael Murphy, walked in. “Boys.” Ben straightened up instantly and pretended to be washing his hands. “Michael,” we both said. Michael walked through into the next chamber. (Do you like that, the multi chambered pissoir) Ben went straight back to scrubbing his trousers with wet paper tow...

I’d always got a bad feeling from Diedre, Ben’s mum. It wasn’t anything specifically, just a feeling I got from her, but she always said she was fine with her boy being a shirt lifter, or more to the point, she didn’t say she did have a problem with it. I’ve always loved that expression, shirt lifter, it’s quite descriptive, don’t you think? I’ve ‘lifted’ Ben’s shirt many a times, as he has ‘lifted’ mine. We like what we see when we lift each other’s shirt tail. And what is under Ben’s shirt tail is one of the best you’ve ever seen. Lick it, run your fingers up through it, slide a digit into it and listen to how his breathing changes when you play with it. Wait for him to ask me to do to him what I know he wants me to do to him. His gay epiphany came when he was getting done to him what a boy can do and a girl cannot. I’m sure Diedre can’t stand to think about that. And they always seem to think about that, the homophobic, the morally outraged, the mothers just being told about their s...

Saturday night we were out at a party. It was one of Ben’s friends from his straight life. A party full of a bunch of straight boys, you’d think I’d be excited. They were a nice bunch, as it turned out. They made a few jokes about Ben’s new orientation. Something about him being lucky as guys always wanted sex, so he’d be getting a lot. You know, guys are uncomplicated. “You wanna fuck?” “Yep.” The boys all laughed. It must make a great change from dealing with girls and the games they play, another one said. “Pizza, beer and you get your cock sucked without asking,” joked Jeff. “It must be a revelation?” asked Biff. “Sure,” said Ben. All his buddies gave him a big group hug to show him they still loved him. I’m not sure they would have put it that way, but that is what they were saying. I thought it was sweet. The girlfriends didn’t seem to have much of an opinion about it, well, not collectively. However, most of them told Ben that they loved Ben and they still loved Ben no matter wh...

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...