Making the Team (2)
Making the Team By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (2) He couldn’t believe how much he meant every word of it. Matt really did want to feel the insides of Bradley, did want to experience how his body would stretch as his monster dick pushed inside. It was hard to not just reach out and pull him up on him, to get his ass over his stiff pole, and then slam him...
August 2nd, 2008 by Ian
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Making the Team (1)
Making the Team By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (1) Matt looked up at the man above, at the way his face was all scrunched up. He saw the eyes staring at the timepiece in his hands, as Matt struggled to regain his breath. He had given it his all, now was the moment of truth. From looking up at the man, he couldn’t tell if he had done it, or if it had been...
July 30th, 2008 by Ian
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Fiction – Not Prince Harry
Not Prince Harry By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved In some ways it was flattering, in other ways rather irksome. He was 21, had dark hair and a pug face, certainly no where near the looks of Prince Harry, though at times he wished he did. It would certainly make his sex life easier, but then he had no complaints. His abilities as a fullback for the ‘Marauders Rugby...
November 10th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Running the Table
Running the Table By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Ed took a last swallow of his beer, sat it down, and followed by the others, he opened the door into ‘the room’. He still felt nervous, but the three beers helped calm him down, sort of. He felt his body shiver a little as he fumbled for the light switch, then he stared open mouth at the room. There were four...
October 27th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Eight Ball, Corner…
Eight Ball, Corner… By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved The heat was on, yet Kyle felt a chill as he stood aside, his eyes watching the table like a hawk. If Jay made the shot, it was over. He licked his lips, feeling the lower one tremble as he stood there with nothing on but his jockey shorts. Jay on the other hand only had his shirt off, still had his pants and...
October 18th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Just Mike (Part 2)
Just Mike (2) By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved (Read Part One of Just Mike Here.) The night seemed like it would never end. There were an endless parade of men onto the stage. Each one supposedly hotter than the previous one, but Mike couldn’t really tell. He was too lost in realizing that he had been jerked off, in public. More than that, there was the promise...
September 27th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Just Mike (Part 1)
Just Mike By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Mike pulled open the massive door, and he heard the loud music blaring. His ears rang as he stepped inside, to see a burly bald headed man standing off to one side. The guy looked mean, and was built like a frigging linebacker for some NFL team. His arms were crossed, and he wore a tight black t-shirt that seemed a dozen...
September 25th, 2007 by Ian
Fiction – Payback
Payback By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved His finger hovered over the send key. His eyes were dark and moody as he stared at his finger, watched it twitch and shake as he thought about all that would happen, once he hit that one little ‘send’ button. It wasn’t that he was afraid, no one would be able to tell it was him, even if they did trace the email to this...
September 22nd, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Hazing
Hazing By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Kyle was puffing as he did the last circuit of the track. His eyes were hurting from the sweat that was dripping across and his lungs were burning from all the exertion. Despite all that he felt not too bad, given it was his first day of football practice. Then too, he was lucky to have Billy jogging in front of him. That alone,...
September 11th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Slamming it Home
Slamming it Home By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Jordan watched the batter swing, heard the loud smack echo and saw the ball go sailing. He was on his feet, willing the ball to make it over the fence, along with all the rest near him. They cheered as it just passed over the top, and then began to whistle and clap and stomp their feet, as the batter made his easy...
July 14th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Rivals
Rivals By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved It was unreal, here he was 19 years old and in bed on a Friday night at 11pm. His roommate, Garth also 19 was in his own bed and the lights were off. Within the hour the Coach would be popping his head in, shining a flashlight on them both, checking their names off his list and moving on down the hall, making sure everyone...
July 3rd, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – Thrill Seeker
Thrill Seeker By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved Dan was an adrenalin junkie, though not quite how some would expect. Sure he was athletic and had the body to match his urge for extreme activities, but it was his penchant for doing things, where the risk of being caught was more important to him than whether or not he could do the task. It was a natural fit for him,...
June 27th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – The Pin
The Pin By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved This was for all the marbles. He had worked hard this rookie year and it had paid off, he was in the finals. At the start of training no one, not even his coach expected he’d go far, despite his High School record. This was college sports, and vastly different than High School. Charles Taylor, CT for shot, had found that...
June 26th, 2007 by Ian
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Fiction – 3 for 1 Trade
3 for 1 Trade By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved In all honesty, he had never even saw it coming. His mind was still in shock from the news, delivered in what he thought was a cold and heartless manner. Hell, he had given the team his all, right from the moment he had been drafted 3 years ago. He had worked hard to learn the system, to take charge even, while the others...
June 12th, 2007 by Ian
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