Jason Rimbaud

Please don't feel bad, I've posted seven stories on this site, and today, when I wanted to post a new one, I had completely forgotten myself. I had to go to the help section, lots of great info inside with easy to read instructions that could save you pulling out your hair. I think they have an answer to just about any question you might have. Highly detailed even someone as tech savy as I'm not could understand. Can't wait to check out your story either. J

You mean a strategy to make Jason jealous? Could he be that devious? You know how these boys can be when they are on the prowl. Or is Jason just leaving stuff out of his journal as a way to cope with the news his harmless crush now is confirmed straight. Jason said he's clean but addicts have been known to lie before. We'll see tomorrow with part three, Stupid Jason Doing Stupid Things.

Regarding the top four, I didn't see it in the journals, but since I have read the entire journal, many parts I left out as there was a lot of rants about addiction, hook-ups, that didn't pertain to this story, I'm sure the other four are related to sex! . Jason seemed to be at his lowest in 06, he was suicidal and consuming mass amounts of cocaine. But if the journal mentioned Columbia, it was a typo on my part when I transcribed it to this format, this story took place in Palo Alto CA at a now defunct restaurant called Junoon.

Jason first meets Konstantin, a first generation immigrant from Ukraine, in 2006. Konstantin is deeply in the closet and holds some deep-seeded internal homophobia. Despite their differences, Konstantin is drawn to the very out and proud Jason. Their story is told through journal entries, a first person account filtered through Jason’s many addictions. It’s raw, uncensored, and painfully honest as Jason chronicles their story in an attempt to understand himself and his addictions. Sometimes to move forward one has to relive the past. These entries have not been altered or edited in any way.

October 18th, 2006 Current Music Selection: Meat Loaf Bat Out Of Hell Current State: High Current Mood: Optimistic Okay, I’ve had one of the worst days of my life. And not in oh my god I just broke a nail and my favorite pair of jeans that hugs my ass so perfectly was just ruined in the washer kind of worst days. I’m talking about getting ass raped by a gorilla in a public setting like national television with no lube or reach around. They do have opposable thumbs, don’

November 30th, 2007 So I almost did something last Monday I swore I’d never do again. And just to get it out of the way right now, because it’s so easy for me to get sidetracked, it has nothing to do with my addiction to cocaine. I think I have that demon safely back inside its box. For now. Because if it did have something to do with my love of snorting white powder, I wouldn’t be a confused gay boy and this entry would never have been written. So I’ll let you decide which problem is

I re-wrote that last paragraph maybe ten times, I finally landed on that at the last hour. Still not completely None that I can think of, well, there is a new old person in the next chapter people might recognize. But seeing as I think everyone should like dick, who knows, even Christine might come out as a dick lover.

“Come with me to the bedroom,” Being a little bit forward aren't you Joel? “That’s too fucking close to Trace and Celia’s room,” other people and two dogs were just inside. Out here, we seemed miles away. Reaching down, I readjusted myself, my erection subsiding now that we were no longer touching. Just what do you plan on doing that you need to make some noise? And with this sentence you betray that you really are a woman. They don't just go away that fast... “I better go,” he whispered, and I looked over to see that his eyes had followed my hand. “To my room.” If you try to give us a jerk off scene I'm going to spit in the trashcan. “I’ll show you my favorite spot on the ranch tomorrow,” he said, turning his head to glance in my direction as we met the bottom of the stairs. “We just have to dodge Trace’s trail cameras.” Would that favorite spot be the G-Spot...err...the P-Spot. Ooo, there's camera's Only Fans here we come. Damn, I have to open the restaurant now. There will be more about this chapter, but now I have to make some money.

“Who was the other guy?” I asked and when I looked back towards the small group I saw Sierra shooting daggers at Colt, who wasn’t looking at me at all as he chugged his beer. hahahahahaahaha, duh I knew that back a few chapters ago. Gay adjacent I believed I called it. And full disclosure, I did something similar just so I could get a gook look at his dick. One of the few times I was happy he was straight. He had one ugly dick. “I,” he started, then looked at me, his face falling to a wince before he pulled his stretched-out legs towards him. I watched him push h off the bench and walk to the railing, shaking his head. “It’s fucking embarrassing, don’t make me answer that.” What's that old expression, I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair? Boy do I know what's coming next. “I’ve been in love with Colt since I was ten years old,” he whispered grimacing as he looked away. “That’s when I figured it out anyway, I was in love with him longer than that. When I was on top of you, you looked so fucking hot, I wanted to kiss you. I needed to see if that would finally wake my ass up.” I've been in love with Colt for eight years and then I saw your stupid baseball playing ass and suddenly I'm over him and want to have your babies. After reading this chapter, despite what you have been explaining in great detail, even you, know they don't belong together. It's Joel and Colt (Jolt) that is the real story I'm reading. I don't even mention Davin, who may or may not have a nice butt. On to the next chapter, I nearly caught up, if its not the end of the story, that's when I'll really start causing you trouble when you post the new chapter. Some of your chapters have 90 comments, expect double that

Trace's wife is written so genuinely its hard to hate her. The interplay between the mother and father is sweet and something you write very well. I hope you are taking inspiration from your own life. You seem like a good mother, even though you don't wear shoes with laces. Colt inviting Joel is monumental on a few levels. He is slowly accepting him into his family, and showing that he doesn't care that Joel likes the boys. Though you might have Colt set him up to kick the shit out of him, I'd not put anything past a person that hates beds. But that will have to wait until tomorrow as I have things to do, mostly my husband, who is not a twin nor blond. I hate him almost as much as I...well...you know...don't make me say it

Davin is a twin, so if Joel has sex with him, its twin sex. I did not imply twincest, Gavin seems like a tool. By the way, I read your explanation back in the other chapter and yes it all makes perfect sense. But Joel and Colt will never be brothers, they are destined, you are keeping them apart with your hatred for beds, love of hair curling around the ears, and boxer briefs. The last few chapters have been wonderful by the way. Oh

So Joel's family is splintered but its not completely smashed. Cody is a cool little dude. Joel opening up to Trace's wife (I know how to spell it now but fuck it) was a downer. He needs to get better at keeping his feelings bottled up inside. Eleven out of ten doctors recommend squashing your emotions with drunken twin sex with a rowdy Colt occassionally to change the flavor. As interesting as the scene with the parents were, you totally forgot to write the best scene, why hasn't Davin talked to Joel. I also think in 16 chapters, this was the first time jump. Hooray!

So we arrive at Chapter 15. I know it's 15 because you don't use chapter names. I'm sure you're probably expecting a certain response. But I won't give you the satisfaction. Do you hear me? Go figure, Colt doesn't want to be a rancher, who the fuck would. I don't mind being from a small town but animals, unless they are in my pan cooking, I have no need for them. Joel shutting down when Colt guessed was a fun few paragraphs to read. You did a remarkable job keeping it tight without devolving into chaotic drama. When Colt left, I knew Davin was going to show up. The moment he took his pants off, I knew the time I had been dreading had arrived. But I didn't yell, I didn't scream, I didn't hit purchase the saved plane tickets to show up at your house to tie your laces. I calmly, very adult like, read on. The kiss was sweet, pathetic, and thoroughly entertaining. It ended basically how I figured. Joel would have a stick up his ass instead of Davin's dick. The conversation in the car was believable in as far as you went. Then as an aside, Davin admits he was in the threesome. You missed a real opportunity there, Davin should have explained who the other guy was, maybe a crush, talked into sex as gay adjacent. But it's your story. And as of right now, I am neglecting my restaurant all day yesterday and much of today reading this story so I'd say you captured my attention. PS: I hate you.

I can sympathesize with the twins, Trace and wife (still don't remember her name or know how to spell it), do talk too much. I know you are writing them to be the opposite of Joel's, but damn they are up in everyone's business, aren't they? So everyone is mad at Colt, what could he have done? I think I am out of luck on my Colt and Joel fantasy. I think someone forgot to pull out, I heard, at least for straight people, condoms are your friend. Though seeing as Davin is his best friend, why would he ask Joel to hang...especially after basically ignoring him for the last three days. Don't you get my hopes up @Krista, my heart is fragile right now.

Seeing as this is my first story by you, I enjoyed how you brought a fresh twist to a premise that I felt was played out. But your characters, great, dialogue, fabulous, and overall a very enjoyable story with the perfect ending you'd expect from a rom-com. So thank you for sharing this with us and when next you post, I'm sure I'll dip my toe into that one as well. J

The only time was when Joel and Davin slept together and we didn't even get morning glory! Honestly, I don't think you should have been worried. It was captivating, even though you withhold things when teenagers wouldn't keep it inside. I loved this chapter. Its definitely a symptom of something greater, mentally, I found it fascinating.

Wow, I forgot my own mythology about my own characters. You are right/write, he's one or the other.

Are you bringing in a Beatles reference? And who says Ryan is a drug addict. Look at the streetlight shining brightly. PS: I hate daylight savings time. Blech

I'm thinking Brandon's refusal to out anyone might come back to haunt him. Ryan's already been rejected by Brandon, and now everyone knows Brandon is with Tyler, there is a lot more animosity going on than anyone really knows. Especially if Ryan is a closet case. Who knows what he'll get up to in Part Two. Just remember, Brandon said it best a few chapters back, his reputation might have been greatly exaggerated in terms of hooking up behind school buildings.

As we moved through this chapter, the more you described the house, the weirdness Davin became as he walked through it, I thought, damn, the twins murdered their parents. As the chapter progressed, I still don't think that's off the table. But the constant cleaning and wiping Davin did is strange considering the have a cleaning service. No hanky or panky in the hot tub, very disappointed. And there was a perfect opportunity for Davin to see Joel's bits when he was changing. And then you continued your hatred for beds, none of your characters ever get to sleep in a bed, who hurt you? The twins have had some very serious mental abuse from their parents, it shows in their actions and how uncomfortable both of them are in their own house. No wonder they prefer the craziness of Trace and company. I love how you paint the picture that seeing photos of families creep Joel out, you've mentioned that multiple times and its telling in his behavior.

I was talked into posting the entire story so I'll start doing that tomorrow. Thank you!

“So are you ready?” Tyler asked as he stared at the other students heading up the ramps towards the quad from the safety of his Jeep. Brandon shrugged. Tyler had been right when he said he was going to regret drinking all night. His head hurt and it felt like his mouth was a barren dessert. He was on his third bottle of water and the only thing that did was make him need to pee. Tyler had chosen his outfit carefully that morning. He had figured correctly that Brandon would be wearing

Truer words never spoken.

I love this story, so simple, so real. Thank you.

Young love is powerful when stupidity coursing through our brains.