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Considering its been so long since I did anything in my blog, I think it's time I should. It's been a magical two years. I really should find the time to write that blog entry.
As soon as I untangle myself from his arms I'll get right on that.
Jason (the content snuggler)
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But I like hugs from OLD friends lugz
Life is good, really good. I am quite happy.
Jason
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A Poem By Jason Rimbaud
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You've always seen what you want to see
But your truths aren't based in reality
And I refuse to exist in your fantasy
In other words
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I can still taste you on my tongue
Ours was a love that songs were sung
And yet this is where my hurt was sprung
From your words
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And if I crash and my life starts to bleed
Will you comfort and make love to me
I only need you why can't you see
Here are my words
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And if my heart breaks and I start to cry
Will you help me live or just let me die
No matter your answer I think you'll lie
In your words
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Why did I ever let you back inside
And now from you I feel I'll have to hide
And the best way to achieve this I can't decide
So here's my words
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You claim you have since changed your ways
And if this is true our love can be saved
And right now I don't want to walk away
So no more words
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I'd have to say my favorite T-Shirt is one I made myself
I just slept with your brother
Jason
Another favorite is a plain white shirt and tiny letters , really small print on the sleeve it reads
Aren't you a nosey mother f#%ker
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Okay you awesome dudes, challenge accepted
J
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The house was dark and upon first glance he did not think Scott was home. But upon closer inspection he could see the outline of the blond sitting out on the balcony staring up into the night sky. He didn’t think he could cry anymore but the sight of his boyfriend in the moonlight caused the tears to once again cascade down his cheeks.
He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand and went to the refrigerator to grab the bottle of Vodka from the icebox. He filled up a glass and walked outside. He leaned against the rail and lifted the glass to his lips and drank deeply.
“That isn’t going to help you know.”
He spun around and faced his boyfriend, anger flashing in his blue eyes. “Fuck you.”
“It’s your stomach,” Scott said with a shrug of his shoulders. He leaned back further into his chair, thankful the darkness hid the pain in his eyes.
Justin threw the glass out over the balcony. “What did I do wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Justin threw his hands in the air. “Is there someone else?”
“No,” Scott answered immediately. “There could never be anyone else but you.”
“Then why,” Justin asked as he sunk to his knees in front of Scott. “Don’t you love me?”
Scott tucked his long hair behind his ears and caressed Justin’s cheek. “Of course I love you.”
“Then why did you say no?”
Scott sighed. “It’s hard to explain.”
“Tell me, please,” Justin begged.
Scott looked up as he searched for the right words but he knew there was nothing he could say that would make Justin understand why he could not accept his proposal.
A part of him, a very big part, wanted to marry Justin, someday. But he didn’t want it to happen like this, not without something to offer in return.
“Well, I don’t really believe in marriage.”
“What,” Justin asked, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”
“Even if I was straight and you were a girl, I wouldn’t marry you,” Scott said in a quiet voice. Though by the look on his boyfriends face he realized he shouldn’t have blurted out that way.
Justin’s face darkened and his temper boiled to the surface.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?” Justin asked, scooting back a few feet.
“I just don’t see the point of going through a ceremony that wouldn’t even be legal. I love you; you love me, why can’t we just leave it at that?”
Justin stood up. “Because it’s about commitment, about standing up in front of our friends and family, acknowledging our love for one another.”
“Have you ever doubted my love,” Scott asked as he slumped further into his chair.
“Not until tonight,” Justin admitted as he walked back to the railing.
“How can you say that,” Scott demanded as he stood up.
“In front of everyone I asked you to marry me, and you said no. How the fuck did you think I was going to feel?”
“Just because I don’t want to marry you doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”
“I know, it just means you don’t want any strings. You love me on your terms but not on mine.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it.”
“Is it?” Justin asked as he clenched his fists. “After everything we’ve been through together, all the bullshit with your drug problems, Michael, don’t you think, you owe me…this little thing?”
“Owe you,” Scott shouted. “That’s the problem, I feel like I owe you everything.”
“What?”
“All this,” Scott said as he waved his arms. “This isn’t my house, it’s your house. The car I drive, even the fucking clothes I wear aren’t mine. How can I marry you when I have nothing to offer?”
Justin rolled his eyes. “Why does everything come down to this tired argument? How many times have I told whatever I have is yours?”
“That’s not me,” Scott shouted. “I can’t keep living on your good graces. It drives me crazy having you buy me stuff. I can’t even buy a pair of shoes without getting money from you. I can’t stand it.”
“Really, you didn’t have any trouble spending my money for your fucking rehab.”
“That’s beneath you,” Scott stated in a quiet voice. He ignored the tears that started to fall down his cheeks as he turned away and walked into the house.
Justin stormed in the house after him and grabbed his arm. Scott spun around and pushed Justin down on the couch, his left arm raised and his fist clenched. Anger flashed in his eyes and Justin realized he might have gone too far. He closed his eyes and waited for the blow to drop.
“Fuck,” Scott yelled as he punched the pillow next to Justin’s head. “I didn’t want this to happen again. I fucking swore I’d never hurt someone I love again.”
Justin stared up at him, his eyes wide and filled with fear. But when Scott collapsed next to him he breathed easy. He reached out to touch his boyfriend but pulled back when Scott said, “Don’t.”
Scott stood up and walked towards the front door. He paused when Justin called out, “Where are you going?”
“I don’t know, but if I stay I’ll do something that both of us can never forgive,” Scott stated as he opened the door.
“Are you leaving me?” Justin demanded as he clutched his stomach.
Scott called out over his shoulder, “Never you, Justin. I’m leaving me.”
The door shut behind Scott and Justin fell back on the couch and curled up into a ball. He cried until the tears stopped falling. After a while, he went back to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Vodka.
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Grindr is an app best used with Prozac...that is all
J
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I swear, we'll hijack any thread if cats get mentioned.
Apparently every cat lover has a happy open marriage...well at least a open marriage...after all happiness really is relative.
J
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Thanks James, I quite like the bad boy name calling, I didn't know you cared. :)
I think I wrote somewhere on this site, this story started as a flash, then I wrote this small piece in response to Blue's comment in Part One and over my vacation, I banged out about twenty-thousand words so far fleshing out this story and I was quite amazed how the piece is shaping up. As to when it will be finished, who knows, I'm still doing another re-write on another story I finished for our writing project a few months ago. That story ballooned up to over eighty-thousand words but it needs some major work as I tend to get long winded and repeat myself often. But at least I'm still working and that's something I haven't done in a long time.
J
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“Ah, haven’t had one of these in years,” Greg sighed with satisfaction as the taste was exactly like he remembered from his first trip to Jamaica.
Sara scrunched up her face. “How can you like that awful tasting beer?”
“Some buddies and I went to Jamaica after graduation. Red Stripe was the only beer they had to drink and after a week of drinking, you get use to it. Plus it brings back memories, you know.”
“As long as you like it, I guess,” Sara stated flippantly. “So what brings you here?”
“Well, I was mighty thirsty.”
“No silly,” Sara chided him as she shoved him playfully. “Here, as in Atherton.”
“I live just down the hill remember and I needed to enjoy myself,” Greg said as he leaned back on his elbows in the grass. “Besides, I needed a vacation from everyone.”
“Everyone, huh?” Sara asked. “So you live there by yourself?”
Sara noticed that far away look in his eyes again and mentally kicked herself as Greg said, “Yep, all alone. But I’m getting use to that.”
“I could never go anywhere alone, that would drive me crazy.”
“Technically, since you can’t find your friend, you are here alone,” Greg said with a grin.
“Oh brother,” Sara said and for the first time Greg noticed she had a slight southern drawl. “But since I came with my friend I am not by myself. Plus I’m talking to you.”
“Interesting way of looking at the world.”
“Oh shit.” Sara cursed loudly. “You were right.”
Greg looked at her with one eyebrow raised. “I was right about what?”
“Not you.” Sara murmured. “Justin, I just hate it when he’s always right.”
“Okay,” Greg said slowly and somewhat sarcastically. “Do you always talk to people who aren’t there? Because if you do that could explain why you’re never alone.”
Sara looked at him and started to laugh. After a few moments, she took control of herself and explained. “Justin said you were gay, but I didn’t believe him.”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Greg asked, puzzled by her declaration.
Sara just gave him a look that spoke more than any words. She smiled at him and patted him on the knee.
“You do,” She answered with a smile. “I’ve been sitting here talking to you for fifteen minutes and you haven’t once looked at my tits.”
“So, you said it yourself, I’m a gentleman.”
“Oh really,” Sara stated as she held up her hand. “For one, when I just stretched, I purposely shoved my tits right in your face and you looked away. Secondly, I know I’m not ugly so that can’t be it. And thirdly, you have been drooling over all the guys around here and not any women.”
Greg had to laugh at the smug look on her face, like she was proud of her deducting skills. She added after a moment, “I don’t care, so don’t worry. I’m not offended or anything. I always seem to like the gay boys. Maybe it’s because they take better care of themselves.”
He chuckled. “I didn’t think I was that obvious. I should learn to be more careful and stare at all the titties around me.”
“That’s it, you went from acting gay and somewhat cool to acting straight and an asshole in two seconds flat,” Sara stated sarcastically.
“Okay, how about this. Check out that guys ass over there, it’s so hot it’s a shame he has to sit on it,” Greg said as he pointed to some random guy playing volleyball.
“That’s better sweetie, just be yourself around me.”
“Hey Sara,”
She looked at him for a moment, sadness flashed in her green eyes as she admonished, “I’m sorry, Greg, I lied to you.”
“Lied, about what?”
“Well, because…I didn’t come here with a friend. Wait, that’s another lie, I meant I did come here with a friend but my friend and I are the ones throwing this party,” She explained with a wince, honestly a bit scared how he would take this admission. She took a deep breath. “And my name isn’t, Sara, either.”
He noticed right away the childlike need for acceptance on her face so he smiled. “If Sara isn’t your real name, what would you like me to call you?”
A look of relief exploded across her face and she squealed and said in a rush, “Alyson, you can call me, Alyson.”
“Okay, Alyson, it’s very nice to meet you,” Greg said as he shook her hand again. “And while we’re on the subject, I have a confession to make as well.”
“Don’t tell me you lied about your name too?”
“No, nothing like that,” Greg said as he broke out in an evil grin. “I was looking at your tits when you weren’t looking. I’ve been trying to figure out for the last twenty minutes if they’re real or not.”
“Asshole,” She screamed out as she punched him in the shoulder before sitting back down again. “So, am I forgiven?”
“Sure, after all, you were planning on feeding me, right?”
She giggled and stood up. She reached down her hand to help him on his feet. “What do you want to eat?”
“First things first, who is this Justin guy and how did he know I was gay?” Greg asked as he let her pull him to his feet.
Alyson rolled her eyes and muttered, “Men, I should just become a lesbian and get it over with.”
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I really like this way of telling your life story. I wonder if I can steal this idea and make it my version.
Jason (the thief)
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Thanks everyone, this little ditty was fun to write. Flash is always hard to write because it makes you tailor your tale to a very specific theme. But I like the challenge.
As to Blue and his comments, I actually thought about the whole..."but it's not a gay story" before I posted it but it didn't have the same feel when it was two guys.
That being said, and some things said on another site, I think I shall do a part two to this little tale but it will be mostly dialogue. Let's see if I can make it a gay story and still retain the same feel
I think if it works I'll give all credit to Blue and his inspired post.
Jason
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"I haven't seen you here before, have I?"
"What?" He stammered out as he turned to look who had spoken.
Greg's eyes widened; standing before him was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. She was slim yet slightly muscular. She wasn't very tall and had blonde hair that he couldn't tell if it was bleached from the sun or a bottle. Her green eyes were focused intently on him.
"I asked if you were new here, I haven't seen you before."
Greg blushed and shifted his feet. "I live at the house down the hill and I've heard the fun up here for three days so I decided to crash the party."
"You're cute when you blush." She giggled. "I'm Sara."
"Ah, I'm Greg."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Normally he thought girls looked stupid when they batted their eyes but somehow she managed to look sexy as hell when she did it. "If I'm not him, then I'm wearing his underwear."
She laughed a musical laugh. "That's kind of kinky, an underwear fetish."
"Only when I'm wearing underwear."
"I think I like you, wanna buy me a drink?"
"Absolutely."
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Written between September and October 2010
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And here it goes again...Wibby just won't stay gone...shit
Jason (really happy that you're back, it's been all warm fuzzy bunny slippers for way too long)
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So since I first posted this piece back in 2006, I have changed more than a few things. Not only have I taken Des's advice but I have had two new parts and have changed the name to Stages of Heaven. And seeing as I haven't been posting anything on these forums in a very long time, I figured I could give everyone the entire piece in all of its raw and ugliness. So here is the piece, I hope you enjoy it.
Stages of Heaven
By: Jason Rimbaud
Edge of Heaven
I awake to the sound of rain
Drumming on the roof of my red convertible
A bottle of Vodka rings in my head
And the blonde that gave me this nightmare
Lying beside me on the seat
My eyes focus on the bottle of pills
Lying on the floor next to the accelerator
Ironically placed for an empty bottle once containing ?E?
The euphoria of the drug had disappeared with the morning
My mouth is dry
My lips cracked and coated with some unknown substance
Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand
The memory of the previous night comes crashing back
The sex was rough and sweaty
Violence mixed with lust that could only be fulfilled
By the emptying of ones essence into a willing receptacle
I awake to the sound of rain
Drumming on the roof of my red convertible
The droplets rolling down the window
Matching the imaginary tears that fall down my cheeks
A pack of cigarettes rests on the dashboard
I grab one
And draw the dark harsh smoke deep into my lungs
Glancing over at the blonde sleeping beside me
My eyes run over the contour of his lithe body
Already I can see the beginnings of several bruises
Purple mixed with yellow against the pale skin of his back
In his sleep he moves slightly
I imagine him dreaming about the pleasures
Pleasures I introduced to him last night
I awake to the sound of rain
Drumming on the roof of my red convertible
The drumming matching the shallow heartbeat
Of the blonde lying beside me
I shove his legs off my lap
And casually touch the end of my cigarette against his bare leg
Gentle
Almost caressing
I use just the tip
This touch causes him to moan
And move a bit further away from me
Images of us floats across my subconscious
Images that will cause him intense self-loathing
Flexing my arms above my head
I stretch
Wincing as pain shoots up my left arm
Looking at my arm I see deep scratches
Starting from my wrist and ending just below my armpit
Another memento from my endless night's searching
I awake to the sound of rain
Drumming on the roof of my red convertible
I awaken and remembered everything
Conversation from the Edge of Heaven
Shaking the blonde, I say, 'Wake up, it's time for you to go.'
But there is no reply
Barely even a grunt
I smile and my face twists with disgust
I punch him hard in the ribs
And repeat, 'Get up! You have to go.'
Groaning, he opens his eyes slowly
I stare into his eyes eagerly
Relishing the change I see
Last night they were perfect blue orbs
Today they are glazed and bloodshot
He asks, 'Where am I?'
'The edge of heaven.'
My grin now feral and harsh
'Now get the fuck out of my car.'
For a moment he stares up at me
Confusion showing on his face in a range of emotion
I find him and his emotions quite pathetic
Reaching over his body I open the car door
The rain rushes inside the car
Falling across his naked flesh
With one swift motion I push him from the car
He lands in the soft mud
His once pale body now blackened from the filth
And the bruises of our night of lust
'My clothes,' He stammers out
Already shivering from the wind and rain
Looking around the interior of my car
I spy my used boxers on the seat beside me
Grabbing them I throw them at his head
'Here.'
And then I press the accelerator to the floor
The powerful V-8 engine caused the car to lurch forward
The car door slams shut
As I speed away into the morning storm
Leaving the boy crying and naked in the mud
Rain falls upon his battered body
And I wonder briefly how he'll make it home
But by the time I light another cigarette
The boy is forgotten
Fading into another blurred memory
In my long search to escape the edge of heaven
Crazed Nights on the Edge of Heaven
I arrive at the club shortly after one AM
My blonde hair is loose about my shoulders
I had decided on a pair of faded brown leather pants
A sleeveless fitted T and my favorite pair of boots
I look something like a hunter searching for prey
As the bouncer eyes me up with a mischievous grin
I pay the twenty dollar cover charge
I dazzle him with a smile and enter the club laughing
It will take more than a nice body to get my attention
For tonight I am looking for something epic
The club is dark giving off a fa?ade of beauty and mystery
Rows upon rows of black lights litter the walls
And flashing lights and revolving strobes
Cause a never ending flashbulb affect that assaults the senses
And leaves one with an euphoric high long after the sun rises
Returning several smiles I casually stalk through the throng
Relishing the stares I receive by the many drunken inhabitants
I move gracefully eyeing up several promising candidates
With a smile that could only be described as feral
I wait for the twink behind the bar to notice me
Catching the bartender?s eye I smile and nod my head
A smile that I know will get me moved to the front of the line
As he walks by again he makes sure to smile back at me
And he thrusts his cotton covered ass out for me to stare at
I grin and oblige him by giving it a thorough examination
He screams out to be heard over the music, ?What?ll be sweetie??
Grinning, I answer loudly, ?Any imported beer you have.?
?None of that domestic shit for you,? He says, flirting with me
He doesn?t know just how true that statement really is
I was looking for something truly exotic this night
I turn my attention back to the mass of dancing flesh before me
Taunt bodies glistening under the lights to the pulsing beat of the music
Out there in that sea of bodies was the lucky boy
The one that would accompany me to the back room of the club
And beg me to ravish his body only to leave them wanting more
This obsession of dancing is one I never truly understood
I come to these clubs for one thing and one thing only
To find some poor unsuspecting boy and use him as a cum dumpster
And out of the hundreds of boys on the dance floor
Only two caught my attention and sent my imagination rolling
One was a barely twenty something with a body built for fucking
Narrow waist, toned muscular back with long legs
His brown hair, gelled and pushed forward, was damp with sweat
The only clothing to adorn his form was a pair of faded blue jeans
And stamped across his ass was a red star that reminded me of a bull?s eye
The other was a fellow blonde, his hair short and plastered down
He also wore blue jeans but had a long sleeve white shirt as well
I could see through the wet material to the tone body underneath
Blondie?s muscles were straining to keep up the furious pace he set
The intensity on his face makes me ponder how far he?d go to please me
Both twink?s would make the perfect bottom for me this night
And I wanted them both though for different reasons
The blonde looked more experienced moving around the floor
With a kind of confidence that only comes with sexual prowess
I feel like a kid in a candy store that must choose only one item
But Red Star looked to be shyer under the lights
Like this was something new but he was willing to experience it all
I gulp down another swallow of beer and watch both intently
Both were dancing with two average looking boys
And I notice that neither seems overly interested in their partners
I down the rest of my beer and hand off the bottle to some old queen
I grab his crotch and give it a small squeeze as a way of payment
And ignore his smile as I walk across the dance floor
I make my decision and keep my eyes intent on my prey
I choose Red Star, I guess I like the nervous look that creeps into his eyes
Hoping my instincts are right, I walk over to where he?s dancing
I step between the two boys, my hand running down Red Star?s chest
Stopping just shy of his faded blue jeans and look at his face
I catch my breath as I stare into the bluest eyes I?ve ever seen
Without realizing it we start moving together to the pulsing music
Up close Red Star is even sexier then I had first expected
He has high cheekbones and a narrow nose with thin lips
That looks absolutely soft yet firm at the same time
My hand creeps up to his neck and I pull him close
He returns my lustful gaze with a nervous smile
Red Star?s arms snake around my waist as he gains confidence
He pushes himself tighter against me and I feel the heat from his body
I can smell traces of cologne on his body mixed with sweat
A fragrance that is all male and intoxicatingly innocent
I continue my probing stare into those endless pools of blue
By now a thin layer of sweat covers my body
I feel it dripping down my chin and rolling down my chest
Tickling my stomach before being absorbed into my leather pants
Red Star?s hands finds my ass and pulls me closer to his sweaty form
His other hand rakes across my back as we gyrate to the music
I know I made the right choice when I saw the unbridled lust in his eyes
With every thrust of my hips I could feel his cock grinding into me
With every rake across my back he is urging me to take him
I had him right where I want him I only had to show him
So I show surprise when he leans in and presses his lips against mine
I have been kissed by numerous boys and know each one has a different style
Some kiss hard, their mouths open wide, almost engulfing mine
While others are gentle, as if they are politely asking me for access
But this kiss was different, like maybe it was his first time kissing a boy
Like he is trying it out, comparing this sensation to other experiences
Blushing deeply Red Star presses his lips hard into mine again
This time with the same urgency I feel in his caress
I grab Red Star?s hand and drag him towards the stairs
This leads down into the backroom of the club
I am surprised when he comes along willingly, almost urgently
As we descend into the semi-darkness of the backroom
I can see men all around us in various states of undress
Some of these men were sucking and some were even fucking
But all were moaning in pleasure as they searched for quick release
I notice Red Star?s eyes widen at the sight of so many men having sex
He grabs my hand tighter and continues walking further into this orgy
Finding an empty space against the wall I push him against it
I devour his mouth hungrily, invading the space with my tongue
I caress his chest roughly, pinching his nipples until they are red
I continue to kiss him even as I lose myself in the impending release
Turning him around I press his face into the wall
Even as I bite and suck on the flesh of his neck
I fumble with the button of his pants as he reaches for my cock
Ripping down his pants I grin when the whiter flesh comes into view
I growl loudly at the sight before me and lust takes over
With one hand I stroke his cock as my other hand opens my pants
Without bothering to waste time by pulling them all the way down
I pull out my cock and press it against his trembling flesh
Rubbing along his crack I tease him, waiting for him to beg
All rational thought burns away in the aftermath of his scream
Biting his neck hard enough to leave marks on his tanned skin
I slam myself deep inside him not stopping until I can go no further
Crying out in pain mixed with pleasure he pushes back against me
His hands and arms holding himself upright away from the wall
With every thrust he clenches down causing me to push wildly into him
By now both of us are grunting as we lose ourselves in the moment
My shirt clings to my back as I concentrate on the vice around my cock
Leaning my head on Red Star?s back I reach around and grab him
Finding the natural rhythm of our bodies I know it won?t be much longer
He is the ultimate bottom, wriggling around as I jab into him
Clenching his muscles tightly each time I withdrawal
He meets each of my thrusts with wild abandonment
I feel something wet on my hand as Red Star yells out
His seed exploding all over the wall before us
Bringing my hand to his lips he cleans them as I fuck him
Feeling the familiar tightening I push inside him as far as I can
And moan as the sensation shoots from my groin and into his body
Resting my head against his back I try to recover my breath
He turns his head around and tries to kiss me again
But I push his head away even as I hear clapping around us
I look around and notice several guys had gathered around us watching
I could tell some of them are hoping for their turn of our frenzied fucking
Grabbing a shirt out of the hands of one of the bystanders
I pull out and wipe my cock off on the shirt before zipping up
Giving the shirt back I make my way up the stairs and out to the street
The memory of Red Star fades as I open the door and speed away into the night
By the time I arrive back home I will have forgotten the entire encounter
My mind already focusing on the next twink, the next anonymous fuck
He?ll be another blurry memory to go along with the memory of ?him?
Just a usual night in a string of nights that makes up my life
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This really a small piece that's connected to a much larger piece. As of right now, it's about twenty pages.
I know....
But I'm working on the editing part. When it's finish I'll post it here.
Thanks everyone
Jason
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What Have You Done?
By: Jason Rimbaud
He was in the shadows
Standing alone
Was he there, was he not?
I stepped up
A mask covering my eyes
The air was still and so was he
I walked up holding my breath
In truth I knew
This was the moment of his death
I had but one chance
I grabbed his arm and pulled him close
Wanting him to savor the warm night air
What have you done?
He screamed to the night
Then over to the wall
His back towards me
Smaller and vulnerable than in life
His hair damp with sweat
And clinging to his ears and neck
Our love was suppose to protect us
It didn?t
Our love was suppose to heal us
It didn?t
I had begged you not to leave me
You did
A finger on the hammer sounded a click
His body still and red
Is this what our love looks like?
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I think this video is fall down on the ground and piss yourself funny. Though now that I think about it, why would anyone want to do such a disgusting thing. Oh well, it's another one of those weird slang terms.
Anyway, I did find this amusing, but what makes me laugh even harder, is there are a group of people who believe that this is going to happen in the next few years. Brave new world...I wish I could find the link, there is a short story written by Bruin, I think, called I-Plug, kind of hits on this topic but in a creepy way. It's a great story though, brilliantly written.
Anyway,
Jason
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Cole, that was actually pretty hysterical...the brunet boy made it though, his little smirks and crazy meeeooo were perfect.
Jason
and Des, naughty...very naughty
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Just perfect....great surprise ending and a message we should all live by.
Jason
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What a nice way to chronicle random meetings, I love the sweet and gentle play between them, sometimes the eyes can say it all.
Jason
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I love the raw emotion, and the anger seething at the surface. Enough said...
Jason
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What a shy, slowly awakening tale about a man who is finally stepping out away from the shore. Much like Des, I flirt outrageously with almost everyone, I find that it gets me what I want easier. And no I'm not talking about sex, but I find approaching these clerks with a bit of humor and a flirtatious manner gets me that refund, or that special deal.
Jason
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I have it on firm belief that there are no bad poets in Australia,
That being said, it's also an imaginary place
There once was a man from australia
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See cant even ryhme anything with that place. Bah
Jason ( a lover of poets ) ..