Coda Josh Grant

“Tell me Josh, Does a player deserve to possess anything of worth, since he chases everything in trousers and then imagines he can successfully hide his shame by slandering all those guys who chase anything in trousers?” said Carl. "Are you calling me a player?" "Well, Josh, you have to admit…" Carl raised his eyebrows. "I admit nothing." "It doesn't change anything." "Besides, I don't slander guys who, um, enthusiastically part take. I endorse it. What else is life for?" "Is that what you call yourself." “What? An endorser of freedom?” “No.” “That is what I call myself.” “It is not freedom, it is slavery.” “What? A slave to your feelings? “A slave to your base desires.” "And I don't have any shame to hide." "Don't you?" "No." "How many people have you slept with?" "I don't know." "Just roughly?" "I have no idea." "Perhaps, you shoul...

Daniel and I went to Carl,  Daniel's best mate ’s art exhibition. He always wanted to be an artist, he's only being a doctor until he gets his art break. "You wanna come?" asked Daniel. "Yeah, sure I do." "You still got the hots for Carl?" "I'm interested in his art." "Is that what you are calling it this year?" said Daniel. "Don't you want me to come?" "No, come, I want you to come. I asked you, didn't I?" "You sure don't sound like it." "Just don't fuck Carl," said Daniel. "I thought he was straight." "I know what you are like," said Daniel. "Anything in trousers..." "Says Amanda." "Well?" Daniel just looked at me. "She says the same thing about you." "In trousers?" "No, anything in a skirt when she is talking about you." "Bullshit." "Haven't you heard her talk about her...

Carl had come around to go out to the pub with Daniel. Of course, Daniel was running late, so he was still in the shower washing himself, or picking out clothes, or some such thing. I’d rolled a joint and shared it with Carl. And pretty quickly, we were both pretty stoned. Carl asks me if i want to get down on my knees.  "What?" I wasn't sure I heard him properly. "Do you want a man bigger, taller and stronger?" ?" says Carl. “Isn’t that what gay guys want?” It's true he makes me swoon... which is kind of nice. "However they come," I say. He flashes his big, Carl smile. Anyone who makes you swoon, must make you feel good. Mustn't it? "I thought you guys all wanted muscles and big guys." "I just want someone nice." "Someone nice?" Carl repeats. "Like you," I say. I couldn’t help myself, the pot was doing its magic and it just kind of came out. "Hey, Josh." The sun was setting and the night w...

Carl Coltrane, that sexy best friend of Daniel's, has been jogging a lot this year, now he's moved to Carlton. He's got really into it.  He's inspired me to go jogging wth Daniel. "You coming jogging again?" asked Daniel. "Yep." "That's three days this week." "Really, I hadn't kept count." "Really?" said Daniel. He's looking great. Those little shorts that cup his sexy arse like the proverbial glove - around those little cheeks snugly. His thighs are solid, curve at the front, hairy, his shorts always fit snug on them, yum, fucken, yum! And when he jogs topless, just with a slash of material around him, he looks sexy as.... "You know Carl is straight, don't you?" said Daniel. "Yeah, sure." "He's not going to..." "I'm just trying to get fitter, don't you want me to come." "No. Come. But Carl isn't gay." "I know," I said. Carl smi...

It's freezing. There's no mistaking it's cold. The weekend was going to be cold Ben and I went jogging. It warms us up. It feels nice to sweat in the cold. Ben and I fuck in the shower when we are getting cleaned up, afterwards. He's very keen on gay sex for a straight boy. Chuckle. I say that to him, he doesn't much like it. "Give it up," he says. "It still turns me on," I say. He laughs and takes me in his arms. "Does it just?" "Yep." "You know you are a cliche." "Huh! Can't a boy have a fantasy." "But it puts me down." "What?" "You know I ma right." "Um… er…" I laugh. "Jesus…" "See, you know I am right." "We all take things so seriously now a days, don't we." "Shut up and just admit you are wrong." "What?" "Go on, let me hear it." "Fuck off." I try to squirm my way out of his arms. "...

Ben arrived in the morning. I was surprised how much I’d missed him, it having just been 4, or 5 days. He smiled his handsome smile when he saw me. “Hey.” I grabbed him and kissed him. Butch followed him in. He and Harley kind of bumped faces then headed to Harley’s bed and collapsed into it together “I missed you.” “I missed you too.” I pushed him backwards onto the couch, “What?” I grabbed his belt buckle. “Hey!” Ben exclaimed. I undid his belt and his jeans. “Oh, okay,” he said. I pulled down his stripey jocks and his … ...and the doorbell rang, and rang again. as I began to...  and the doorbell rang, and rang, and rang, again I was just about to, with my hand… “That was the door bell,” Ben said. "Jesus fuck," I said.  I let go…  "Oh what!" Ben said.  I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and headed to the door. I swung the front door open and... "Hello darling, you father and I have come to wish you happy Xmas." "Mum. Dad." "I guess ...

We all took Monday off. And we all left at varying times after breakfast. It felt like we’d been on camp and I felt a certain kind of sadness to leave and go home.  Oh, I missed Ben, of course, but I could have sent for him. (sent for him, do you like that) All that sand and surf, wouldn't it be a nice lifestyle, isn't it a nice lifestyle. I could have romped with him in the shallows, got him all covered in sand... Anyway, against everything I was feeling, I packed myself and Harley up in the car and drove away. "I looked at Harley, in the rear vision mirror, and he looked at me. "Let's go kiddo." I slid the sunroof open and selected 1st gear. He looked out the car window like he was taking one last look. There is that certain melancholy which is specific to the conclusion of time away with friends. We all had such a good time, we want to hold onto the carefree feeling. You don't want to leave and head back to your life, to the grind and routine of it all...