Jason Rimbaud

Number One: I'm always nice. I am waiting on your comment.

Ugg, more sports balls. This time the balls are bigger, like swollen... So Charlie is introduced, a rough life to hoe right after graduation. It does say something about anyone that gives up on their dreams for family. Though his motivation is skewed from an absent father. In coming Derek, no descriptor, but I'm thinking a blond. It was kind of cute and trope(y) standing outside a restaurant and writing the number on the back of the hand. And the description of flip phone dates this story, some twenty years old. And I won't pick on any of the "rough" parts, this is a league better than what I write/right. But since Learned to Lie ended, its time to troll you elsewhere. Hey @weinerdog, @Okiegrad, @Jeff Burton, @Lee Wilson, want to join me on experiencing this story?

Um, this isn't about what she might want or not want. The sacred knights of trolling Krista have spoken.

What to gather the gang and see if we can get it to make a comeback?

Are you trying to get me more distracted than I already am? Chapter Eleven? I'd have to start at the beginning and I already have enough things to do without getting sucked into another story. Besides, she PM'd me asking that I stop commenting on her stories. She says I'm a distraction, whatever that means. *shrugs*. I won't stop, but the idea that she asked me too made me feel all fluffy bunny slippers. The Fabulous One is filthy, who would have thought it. After she made such a noise about my tame, nearly chaste story, she goes into the territory of filth, whatever is this world coming too?

I groaned as he started playing softly on his guitar. What's with country boys and guitars? And why the fuck are we just finding out about this bit of information? You had a couple hundred thousand words, you could have slipped this in somewhere. And while we're on the subject, another crappy party. Country boys can't throw no party. I could throw a better party with a chicken wing, a paperclip, and a subscription to Playgirl. I wonder if the Fabulous One would share with us some of Colt's songs about wet asses and beer drinking.

“There’s some fucking good cake somewhere in that house.” Do you know that eating cake is a euphemism about having sex? If not, look up a youtube video Cake By The Ocean by DNCE. Great tune.

This chapter was chalked full of wonderful surprises. "Joey"'s dad turned out he got the saving money from his father. Theory Number One: "Joey was not originally a nickname but the Fabulous One actually misspelled Joel and decided to add it because she couldn't find the delete key." It was nice to get a shout out from Krista, made my day. (for all those that don't know, the wet butts, all of them, were for and only for me. Your welcome) The party was no where near as bad as I thought it would be. Cody wasn't annoying and neither was Lacey. Overall the party had a melencoly tone, especially with the wonderful mother offering her not so christian attitude. Gavin and Colt seemed doomed, and you get a peek that Davin is thinking long term regarding his relationship with "Joey". Theory Number Two: Roy steps up to be a great friend to Joel and becomes the best man when Joel marries Gavin after a hard nights drinking and Davin is so hammered he can't stand up for the ceremony. Gavin is then forced to go on the honeymoon where he must become increasingly creative to avoid having to join Joel in the marriage bed. Hijinks ensue. The addition of Joel accepting himself was so long in coming it was a great sigh of relief. He came out to the chick that saw Davin naked before he did and to an old bitter woman to shut her up. He found a home in all that craziness and at least can see a future. And the Fabulous One broke @Okiegrad heart by not giving him a definitive answer regarding Joel preference regrading sexual positions Though he did get a birthday blowjob in a pool. *cough cough* But my favorite was over way to soon and I wished that the fabulous one would have devoted just a bit more time. Gavin telling Joel about Davin and threatening him to behave was really sweet. And if you look back, not only did I call it with my own little scene, but during the entire football game he was showing affection towards Joel. And I liked how everyone left Javin alone at the fire. I tried not to be so flippant in this comment as I loved the story and thought it ended perfectly. I'm sure in the rest of the comments I'll be stupid, but great job overall. I won't be giving her a standing ovation however. Not yet.

Alas, I made an edit to my original post when I saw that.

“I’m his twin, I’ve known about him since we were fourteen,” What a great exchange. I was hoping that idiot would know. Plus he threatened to boot. And casually mentioned he knew about the Colt obsession. Gavin sir, welcome to the story.

First, for the last time. “I ordered us some wings, I'm so inside your head!!!!!!!!!

Most of the time...I think I do not like you very much...All of the time I hate that you always seem to be right/write. Looks like I should revisit that scene, make things more clear, and filthy.

That chapter is already written. As a matter of fact, the entire story is written. But I don't remember if its correct or not. I'm not a good author...not like the Fabulous One. So we'll find out together. Square Pizza (Detroit Styler) is all the rage here in San Francisco. With many places opening the last few years. It's dense, and you don't need alot of it because the dough is so thick. But give me New York style any day.

That definitely seems to be the working theory thus far. And if that is the case, then they should be worried. Actions like that are never completed with good intentions.

Thank you! This story was so much fun to write/right, and I pushed myself in more ways than I ever have creatively. I really hope that everyone enjoys the ending. Because it was so far out of my comfort zone, I do fret that I'm not good enough to pull it off. But they say, each failure builds to the next breakthrough.

Not to rain on your parade, but do these two ever do anything that isn't frantic, primal, and borderline abuse? Gentle doesn't seem to be in their wheelhouse and during sex they rarely treat each other tenderly.

If that were true, that means he must have been sneaking around when Percy went to get the liquor. And he watched them fucking. The way your describing him makes him out to be a creeper. I can't wait to see if you are correct.

Their carefree days of fucking around the cottage are soon to be over. They are going to get houseguests. And with Five's broken dick, it doesn't look like Percy is going to give in. Methinks Five is going to be frustrated sooner rather than later. If Ethan stole the undies while Percy and Five were fucking behind the bar, that would be ballsy indeed. Though how would he have gotten in, his code doesn't give him access to the pool. But I do like where your head is going. Five pretty much said he wasn't going to meet with Ethan the next day. I wonder how he'll handle that, especially if he was the one that "stole" the undies.

I believe you spelled stolen misplaced underpants. Poor Bethany, the real reason this whole thing started, back in Glacier Bay, donating her time for those less fortunate, seemingly has no idea what monster she let loose in Five. And Percy admission that she should pay for her part in this does not bode well. Let's see what happens as we start to wind up this story.

“I’m just saying, when they come, we’re going to have to be careful,” Percy said as he pulled off his shirt. Five kicked off his shoes. “Why?” “Because you can’t just pull my pants down in the kitchen and shove it in anymore,” Percy said with a chuckle. Five dropped his shirt on the growing pile of clothes on the floor. “What are you saying?” Percy stared at him blankly. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down. Five leered at him, and Percy declared, “Right there.”

I never said if they were Javin. All I say they were wearing maroon. Please don't assume things as of yet not into evidence.

I can see your point.

You've made your mark in Frosted Hearts. *innocent grin* Long before I used your butthole. EDIT: I know how that sounds but I shan't change it. Please give my apologies to your husband. I am only talking about your quote.

Bar of soap? Ouch, no wonder the poor boys butthole burn. Just cause it's gentle for faces, doesn't mean...well...you know. I don't know why you are so scared of the Fabulous One. She can't go anywhere, her shoelaces are all tied. Inquiring minds want to know, is Joel a bottom? Or is it Davin? EDIT: hahahahahahah

You and your obsession with cheeks. You have a problem.