Tough Guy (4)

Part (4) Jesse stared at Connie, as he felt his hand run across his cheek. Connie could feel his body trembling, as he touched the soft skin, as they looking into each other’s eyes. He had never felt this way before, and even though they had blown their wads, he couldn’t help but still feel very aroused, very excited. He knew it wouldn’t be long, before they were once more clawing...

May 13th, 2009 by Ian 
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Tough Guy Pt. 3

Part (3) He could feel the ache in his groin, at how his body was reacting to the way Jesse was looking. It had been some time, since he had felt this way, but damn, he looked so hot, and then too, the excitement of having gotten away, from dealing with Tim & his crowd. It was like a perfect storm, where everything had aligned just right. To have Tim call him out, to try and show his dominance....

May 6th, 2009 by Ian 
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Making the Play (5)

Part (5) He shuddered a little, laying there with Philippe’s head on his shoulder. How warm it felt, how enjoyable, to feel his body nestled into his own. The way the legs wove together, and how it felt as his chest heaved while he regained his breath. It was something he hadn’t experienced before, and yet it seemed so natural, so right. Lying there, enjoying the moment, he realized just how much...

February 11th, 2009 by Ian 
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Plain Brown Wrapper (3)

Plain Brown Wrapper By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (3) Barney felt his skin getting clammy as he led Chris towards his bedroom. It wasn’t like he was a virgin, but this was his private domain, the one place no one, but himself, had ever been. Even his housekeeper that came in was barred from the bedroom. It was the one room of his house, that he never shared,...

October 18th, 2008 by Ian 
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Remembering (2)

Remembering By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (2) He could see them now, see Rob’s long blond hair and deep blue eyes sparkling, as he came around the truck front end, to grab a couple of back packs out of the truck bed. He tossed one to Trent, who almost missed it, still not sure what was happening. There were no bedrolls, no sleeping bags attached, but there...

August 23rd, 2008 by Ian 
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Anointing of the Man Child (2)

Anointing of the Man Child By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (2) Blake turned his face away, as he stared at the Senior, who was still looking a bit in shock, from the result of Brian’s effort. Zero rang out from the Senior behind Brian, and the Senior in charge, made note of it in a rather subdued voice. He also reminded everyone, points went to those who...

July 2nd, 2008 by Ian 
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Anointing of the Man Child (1)

Anointing of the Man Child By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (1) Blake stood there with the others in a perfect line. He felt the excitement growing inside, knowing he had made the list. At long last the trial was over, the verdict in, and he had made it. The journey had been a tough one, and at times he had thought he’d never make it to this point, to be among...

June 28th, 2008 by Ian 
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Story – Rescued at Sea

Rescued at Sea By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (-) Trent kept turning the key, then moving over to the cowling, looking down at the greasy motor, looking for something, though he hadn’t a clue as to exactly what. He was no gear head, and each time he just felt more frustrated, as he would stand up and look around. It was frustrating, the one time he went...

April 30th, 2008 by Ian 
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Fiction – Round the Corner

Round the Corner By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (1) Jack stared at the tepid liquid, knowing that once more things had changed. Maybe Dustin was right, maybe he should just forget about his expectations, just enjoy the moment and fuck like there was no tomorrow. Maybe then he’d not be sitting here in a bar, alone, drowning his sorrows, wasting his hard earned...

April 16th, 2008 by Ian 
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