Jason Rimbaud

Percy would be a great friend to have in your corner of the bed. For sure.

I can promise you, you will find out before the end of this story. If you enjoy the reveal, well, that's a whole other can of chips. We'll see.

See even Lee agrees with me. And what Lee has conveniently left out, that 115K words was only one story, not the other two he was also writing/righting. So it won't be close.

There have been hints for eight chapters, but from the very beginning, I wanted to tentatively explore BDSM just a bit. Not full on Dom/Sub, but bondage for sure as a kink. Besides, you never how when the skill of tying people up will come in handy during a Christmas Story.

Did I mess up and you have access to future chapters??? .

Sometimes the thing you want the most, isn't the thing that is good for you. In these two sentences, you have the thing you want the most, and you have the thing that is not good for you. I'll let you decide which is which. Lot's more to come, it's not all sex, I promise you, but there is a lot of sexual innuendo, as Percy comes to understand his own desires and wants. We're five days in, twenty more days to go. And in chapter eight, the story finally begins.

I can't help it, I'm highly competitive. Full disclosure, in my profile, are numbers, they are me keeping track of another author's story views as opposed to my story views. Mine is the higher one on the right/write, this other authors doesn't even know there is a competition going on, but there is. It's been almost two years and I still update the numbers once a month. And just so everyone understands, this isn't a competition to be better writer/righter than Lee, it's just to have the greater amount of words written. One of us is a great writer/righter and the other is a silly writer/righter. As always, I'm the one on the right/write.

It's cute that you believe. I could write/right a story as mesmerizing as the fabulous one. But I'll do it, if you don't mind chasing all your readers away. And yes it only took me twenty minutes to write/right, I had been thinking about it for two days. Cooking is mindless, production cooking is mind numbing, I have to do something to keep myself alert. So I think of ways to troll you, best part of my day. My technique to writing fast, I've been averaging about 6K words a day in this story, I am always thinking about the chapter I'm going to write/right. So when I get the time to sit down, it comes out fast. And though I'm at work 14 hours a day, it's a restaurant, so we have down time. So I write as much as I can for twenty minutes here, thirty minutes there. And when I get home, I usually write for two hours straight. So that's about five hours a day I spend writing, broken up throughout the day. I get to sleep around one am, and usually am back at my desk around 6:30am where I edit the earlier chapters and write/right until I'm at work at nine am. Rinse and repeat. This schedule is not sustainable, but I set a goal to write an entire novel in two months time, I need to beat Lee Wilson's record of 115K words in two months. I don't think I'm going to be able to but that's the goal. And I have given up on finishing this story by Christmas. But it should wrap up around middle of January, right in time for my 52nd birthday.

FYI, humble brag, I made my Monday deadline for a new chapter.

Five was in the shower, so Percy decided to go to the main house to check on the cabinets. No matter what his stomach said, he was not going over to see Ethan. As a matter of fact, the plan was to avoid the boy as much as possible. As he walked across the yard, the wind blew across the tops of the trees, causing snow to drift down. It tickled his cheeks, and he grinned. He loved the mountains. Then, suddenly, a big clump of snow crashed into his back. He yelped as snow slid down his

That three or four pages were some of the hardest I've had to write/right. Sadly, for this story, it was necessary, and moving forward it's not a main plot point, but it moves the story forward to a logical place it needs to be. So it won't be a huge plot point in Part Two, so there will be fallout, but its mostly in characters handling it as opposed to detailing and describing it.

For a change, he seemed to have jumped in full board into the deep end.

I don't know if I have the energy to keep correcting you. But I'm going to soldier on because I like to help people. You are thinking to small. staying home when you should be taking that act out on the road and bringing in money. If I could do that, I would, then I would leave my house and show other people that I can do that. Sharing is caring sir.

So the @wildone is to blame for all this craziness. And for a time, I was almost convinced I was the problem. But as usual, I'm innocent. It's him and only him. Full disclosure, because you all know I'm honest. Most of the things I post, @wildone actually writes for me. I'm just saying.

Full disclosure, I don't drink caffeine. I work 90 hours a week without stimulants. Just good ole fashion living, say my prayers, eat my vitamins, drink copious amount of whiskey, my alhoe grape vape, and the blood of small humans.

I vote, your own!!! Plus video. Not me, I'm reply for a friend who can't type.

Last chapter or the other one, I told you there are so many stories that can be told in this series. For all my BS about Jolt, Javin, and Roy, Gavin is the interesting one for me. So when I read this chapter, it was the perfect time to briefly go into his mind before you put out the next one. So for five more days, I can pretend that Gavin is good and not just spare parts.

Hey! You just earned the 'Chapter Comment x 1,000' badge! 2 minutes ago That's disturbing. Half of that is probably this story alone.

The latest acolyte in the cult of Krista!

I sit here in my kitchen, orders piling up to the floor. It's football day, people are loving us, and I'm stuck here in the comments when I should be focused on my business, or the very least my own story. But no, you're declaring victory when I absolutely denied flipping that leaf back over. I won't, I shan't, I will not be a party.... Fuck you, you won!

Is that Jaxton I read on your laptop? Keep going, its easy, I'll start, Jaxton woke with a hangover...

What has been your favourite story that finished posting in 2026 Did I sleep for a really long time? Have I missed an entire year? I'd rather have a list of all the stories I didn't like. 😝 I'll start us off, "Tyler's Dilemma by Jason Rimbaud "The Art Of Letting Go by Jason Rimbaud Pretty much anything written by Jason Rimbaud. If no one likes this comment, then, by omission, you disagree and I automatically become your favorite. PS, Frosted Hearts by Jason Rimbaud, will be a story that is finished in 2026, I hate that one too.

There are like twenty-four hours in a day. This piece only took twenty minutes, plenty of time to create anything you want. I'm still under the deadline of Monday's postings. And I haven't even started on the new chapter yet, I made a promise to only post when I complete a new chapter to keep my buffer of fifteen chapters. Am I stressed? Nope, I can write/right my story and troll Krista too. I don't want to seem like I'm better than you, but it's easy to write/right when you write/right shite, your problem is you're a good writer/righter, that takes time. Join me in being shitty, it's easier.

SO I lied The sun yawned and splashed his golden rays across the blue plastic sheeting of the tent. Trails of condensation rolled down the tent, the patterns reminded Gavin of tears. Tears he hadn't been able to shed since his parents left all that time ago. He sat on the edge of Colt's truck bed, a long blade of grass sticking out of his mouth. It was a chilly morning, the sun not yet high enough to burn off the chill. But dawn was his favorite time of day. Davin never was an early riser, it gave him time to think. It was one of the few times he actually felt like an individual and not a copy of someone else. Usually his early morning muses were nothing more than what he had planned for that day, or how he was going to pester his brother. But today he had some serious thinking to do. And that thinking meant he had to have time. Not for the first time since getting out of his tent, he wished he had a cup of coffee. Or a hot buttered biscuit Trace's wife always made. It was hard to have a bad day when biting into that crusty, layered, buttery goodness. Though his stomach rumbled, he pushed those thoughts away. He had to figure out what he was going to do about his brother. And his brother's new object of affection. The enigma they had come to know as Joel. The boy who suddenly appeared in his life like a storm rolling across the fields. Tall, moody, and seemingly hell bent on making his life as hard as humanely possible. He had never met someone who was so stubborn, and would go left right into a tornado if you told him to go right/write into safety. But there was a quiet steadfast in the boy, a determination to keep everyone out as far as possible while behaving in a way that drew people in at the same time. Colt complained about him, but that was only because Joel did everything that was asked, while Colt struggled to find himself on a farm he desperately wanted to leave. That attitude confused Gavin. He loved being on the farm, being around the horses, and working in the sun. And as erratic as Colt had been lately, he was another brother to take care of. For the first time in a long time, Gavin felt like he belonged somewhere. And his idiot twin, who had followed along behind Colt so long, Gavin wondered if that behavior would continue whenever Colt made his break for the fences. Then suddenly, Davin pivoted and started devoting all his time to the new comer. The baseball player that didn't want to play baseball, the quiet one who wanted to stay in the shadows that stepped into the spotlight and punched the captain of the football team in the nose. Long held suspicions about Davin and his keen interest into Colt's every move, slowly turned into concrete with just a little bit of observation. Because where Davin had always kept distance from Colt, with Joel all that distance disappeared and now they were thicker than ticks on a hound dog. All the random observations became clear and he knew, down in his soul, that Davin wasn't just waiting for the right/write girl to come along. Who Davin decided to be with had no mind to him at all. Their bond was as close as two could get. He'd love his brother either way. But for all of Joel's qualities, there was a darkness there as well. The fight with Jaxton last night proved that. Joel actively pressed the issue. Jax was drunk, if Joel would have walked away or laugh it off, nothing would have happened. But when Jax called him a fag, he saw the switch. That hadn't been the first time Joel had been called that name. And he saw the boy set his shoulders and then stood up so he'd never be called that again. Jax called everyone a fag. As far as Gavin knew, exactly zero of the boys he called that were a fag. But Joel was, not a fag, but definitely gay. And Davin knew, because his eyes mirrored Joel's, except Davin's were filled with fear. Fear that the person he had chosen might be hurt. That was why Gavin had been so vocal about protecting Joel. Because he was protecting his brother at the same time. So now, as he stared across the field at his brother's and Joel's tent, he needed to figure out how he was going to play it. It had taken all his manipulation to keep Colt out of the tent. After the events around the fire, Davin and Joel needed time to work things out. Joel was a total asshole, and all his stupid behavior began to make senses. Joel never told him why he suddenly had to come live with them. But now he figured, his parents didn't want one of those people in their house. And that was even worse then what his parents did to them. His parents didn't want to be around their kids, so they left the kids with the house. Joel's parents spit the kid out like a worn out stick of gum. "Fuck me," Gavin muttered as he jumped from the truck. Davin might think he knew everything, but Gavin had always protected him from the worse of his parents. That role of protector now extended to Joel by proxy. "Hey Colt, let them sleep, Joel had a rough night." Who knows what Colt would have saw if he opened the tent flap? Joel had better be worth the trouble he was causing.

Listen up all you bad, very bad, people. @Jeff Burton, @chris191070, @Okiegrad, @Lee Wilson, @Krista, I see what you're trying to do. But it's not going to work. Not even by making me the best offer I've received in years. I get a new best friend and a man at the same time. Plus a TV show. But I have questions. You say sell the rights to anyone for three bj's? I'm ignoring the cuddle because we aren't fifteen year old boys. Is that three bj's in a row? Three different peens in a row? At the same time? How can I practice for the assignment if I don't know the rules? I've done all three examples but I like to be perfect. As for that crack about my laundry habits? You're all probably the type of person that uses the same towel for a week and never change your bed sheets? Why change the drying dish towels, the dishes are clean when I dry them? Like you don't need to wash your feet because you're standing in soapy water. I have tried to bring culture, breeding, and growth to a cesspool of comments. I tried to stay on topic, I tried to show growth and was mocked at every turn by everyone except @wildone who joined in the chaste and wonderful practice of holding hands. I am beaten down, broken, and slightly turned on by @Okiegrad offer of friendship and marriage. He had already been rewarded with several photos of wholesome activities such as Master Chefing. But I am steadfast in my journey of bringing the light that is Krista to the comments. I will preach the love and joy of Javin until all have fallen under the spell of Learned To Lie. Hollowed Be The Krista.