Jason Rimbaud

Firstly, I was wrong. I think kbois highest is like 272, still crazy high, the entire story comment count I already forgot but its really high. Secondly, you would know if I had a camera in your room. It wouldn't be hidden, and it would have the fucntion that I could ask you to do things. Nothing crazy, just dust that table, straighten that picture. Normal sexy things like that. Like when Trace's wife asks Joel to do the laundry. (the second greatest thing to do on a day off)

Not Even Close. Kbois has like six hundred or something crazy high like that.

All the best chefs do, why don't you come over and I'll cook up something mindblowing for you. Pair it with a new French wine, and when you're fully sated, I'll order an Uber for you to go back to your hotel. Just like Celica (Trace's Wife) does for the twins and other people. See, I stay on topic all the time.

The fucked up thing about your comment, I just posted a comment that does that very thing. I need to punish those responsible for my behavior.

To prove @Lee Wilson wrong, I am going to talk about the story. Or I'm going to troll the Fabulous Krista. Haven't decided yet. My new theory, Krista is purposefully posting chapters slowly because she is a comment lover and is trying to drive up the comments. The faster we raise the comments the faster she'll post. She told me, I just got off the phone with her. And you can trust me, I'm a doctor. J

Maybe I was trying to get better. And nearly all my comments are about the story. Mostly.

Yes, please keep this train on track please. It's getting out of control.

What a delightful tale. I grew up with Gordon, his real name. He was the same age as I and had a younger brother, two years younger Michael. Gordon and I were best church friends. Those of you who know, know. Gordon was shy, like me, a bit more sensitive, and extremely closeted. I didn't know he was gay until after I left the church. But we reconnected later in life, I think we were in mid-thirties when he reached out via facebook. His story resembles yours, the near obsession, the fear to actually make a move. And looking back, I found it funny. I was the object of his desire, While he was obsessing over me in private, I was playing around with his brother in the next room. I enjoyed this very much. True to life tales at times leave readers unfulfilled, due to the nature of the honesty. But you capture the angst of a 14 year old growing up in a religious enviroment. Just really wonderful.

You mispelled adventursome, I believe it's spelled slut. .

I have played some games that afterward, I would be at a loss of words. LIke, did I really just do that, willingly, in front of witnesses. If I could block out my entire twenties I'd be a much happier man I think.

I think you are really going to hate two chapters from now. Everything is always fun and games until the time when its not. Poor Percy, sometimes I almost feel bad what I did to him. Then I remember he's not real and I laugh like an idiot. here's hoping my characters never come to life,

What is that famous saying on Broadway, if you show a gun in the first act, someone has to pull the trigger in the third act.

I'm thinking of making long Krista length chapters to try and make the deadline.

The only thing you could learn from them, would be lies. In the first story, they did not tell the truth about their motivations. Not to bring this up, but in the prologue to this story, which was not included, it shows how and why the game started. I didn't have time to include it here. As it is, I don't think I'll be able to finish this story by Christmas which is my own deadline. I'm already at nearly thirty chapters and I'm posting and editing them as fast as I can. I'm afraid when this story is finished, I'm going to have to go back and do a lot more work on it to polish it up to be good for posting.

Just remember, the previous chapter, Percy left Five on the couch, raging and horny. So to get even, Five had to do the same thing. Don't forget, the name of the game, drive the other crazy into giving up first.

Its cute that you think Percy is a top.

When Percy speak in dialogue, he uses snowmachine. When the narrator is speaking, he uses the correct name, snowmobile.

In this context, wouldn't the correct sentence be thus, "But Ethan never rides Percy's monster machine."

Let's look at the game thus far. They are both obsessed with pushing boundaries. They are both worried about keeping the game even. So when one go far, the other is forced, by their own logic, to go back to even. The other must not win at any cost. What did Five say, the next game was going to be epic. Full disclosure, I am pushing myself further with this story than I ever have. In terms of my own imagination. I'm not worried about making sure everything works logically. The opening chapter, I think shows that. My aim is thrilling, funny, and sexy. Plus I want to have fun with the whole Christmas story troupes. As for being good at smashing things, that you'd have to find out on your own. I may or may not have a tattoo that depicts/says Top or Bottom, underneath there are to black dots, under that, Your choice. .

Not really, this is only the prelude. I think they go even higher.

I rarely do this, but Ethan never rides Percy's machine.

I will make you a promise, we do, and he may or may not be a big plot element. Maybe.

Well, he just shoved his down there thingy into Percy's back there place. You might be correct.

I think we're fairly confident Mario's part of this story has gone the way of my hair. Remember, that sentence was Percy's inner thoughts. As far as he knows, Five is straight and this is still a game. As more characters are introduced, the stakes are raised, mysteries deepen, and everything you think a Christmas story should be is turned on its head. Slip and falls? That is not something to be joking about. About twenty-seven thousand people in the US alone die from slipping and falling in the bathroom. Here at Frosted Hearts, we want to remind everyone to please dry your feet before you exit the shower. And stand on a rug to avoid being another statistic. The more you know.

Oooo, Oooo, I know what happens next.