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From what I know, he's old as shit, has admin and used to sit and fucking spec JB for like... 10 hours a day. He would sit at his computer and watch us play JB. CREEPY. AS. FUCK.

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Diary Entry 27 - The 8th Hour-

 

I'be been camped out on sG forums for what seems like a lifetime hoping to get some clue into the life of the mystical Dojima. His posts are so simple yet, elegant.

 

A slow smile spread across my face as I knew he would soon be returning home from work , and I couldn't stop the thoughts of me and Dojima together in bed. My family mistakenly confused my huge smirk as a warm greeting, hugging me and slapping me on the back. I was incredibly glad to see them. My mother, father, little sister Alice, and big bro Emmett had all taken time out of their chaotic lives, to talk to me this evening. Honestly, they were a great family, and I knew that I was beyond fortunate to have them come to my aid. Unfortunately, it seemed that my dick was making other, less than PG, plans for the evening.

 

I tried to focus on the words my mother was saying, and the comedic commentary Emmett was yapping about, but my dick was twitching and my balls squeezed at the thought of Dojima posting. He was always so fucking good at acting nonchalant on the forums around me,  when it took me every morsel of my control to not ravage his inbox with nudes. 

 

Those fucking 8,176 posts were certainly not helping my dick-twitching situation any. As with his constant spectating of my games, watching my every minute of gameplay. It was as if I could feel his breathing on my neck. He raked his fingers "innocently" through the the firm, dark, mechanical keys, drawing my eyes to the movement and creating a burning need for those to be my fingers tangled and tugging on his black man dreadlocks. My eyes drifted down his entire post history slowly, noticing every detail with precision and familiarity. When I got to the green that filled his reputation history,  that peeked out from the gap between the websites tight, black, background and those damned chat boxes  my fingers twitched with the very real need to reach out and type, only to be read outloud by his big blackman lips. To feel the smooth silk of his voice tangled with the short, stubble hairs within my ears.

 

Just now, I see he's come online to the forums...

 

To be continued

Edited by Smooth-eh

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i want to know your deal... why did you join the sG forums, why are you one of the most prolific posters, who are you, and where did you come from?  

Came to post a complaint long ago; stayed at first to rustle jimmies. I'm not P2, but feel free to buy me pizza.

 

From what I know, he's old as shit, has admin and used to sit and fucking spec JB for like... 10 hours a day. He would sit at his computer and watch us play JB. CREEPY. AS. FUCK.

All true. Never had admin though.

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Diary Entry 27 - The 8th Hour-

 

I'be been camped out on sG forums for what seems like a lifetime hoping to get some clue into the life of the mystical Dojima. His posts are so simple yet, elegant.

 

A slow smile spread across my face as I knew he would soon be returning home from work , and I couldn't stop the thoughts of me and Dojima together in bed. My family mistakenly confused my huge smirk as a warm greeting, hugging me and slapping me on the back. I was incredibly glad to see them. My mother, father, little sister Alice, and big bro Emmett had all taken time out of their chaotic lives, to talk to me this evening. Honestly, they were a great family, and I knew that I was beyond fortunate to have them come to my aid. Unfortunately, it seemed that my dick was making other, less than PG, plans for the evening.

 

I tried to focus on the words my mother was saying, and the comedic commentary Emmett was yapping about, but my dick was twitching and my balls squeezed at the thought of Dojima posting. He was always so fucking good at acting nonchalant on the forums around me,  when it took me every morsel of my control to not ravage his inbox with nudes. 

 

Those fucking 8,176 posts were certainly not helping my dick-twitching situation any. As with his constant spectating of my games, watching my every minute of gameplay. It was as if I could feel his breathing on my neck. He raked his fingers "innocently" through the the firm, dark, mechanical keys, drawing my eyes to the movement and creating a burning need for those to be my fingers tangled and tugging on his black man dreadlocks. My eyes drifted down his entire post history slowly, noticing every detail with precision and familiarity. When I got to the green that filled his reputation history,  that peeked out from the gap between the websites tight, black, background and those damned chat boxes  my fingers twitched with the very real need to reach out and type, only to be read outloud by his big blackman lips. To feel the smooth silk of his voice tangled with the short, stubble hairs within my ears.

 

Just now, I see he's come online to the forums...

 

To be continued

Funny as fuck when played in text to speech.

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