Making the Play
Part (1) Troy tossed another rock across the water, watching it skip along, until finally it just sank. He felt like he was that rock, just skimming along when suddenly, he just was dropping to the bottom. Strange, to sit here in this beautiful setting, and feeling like his whole world had ended, without really knowing how, or why. If he was honest, with himself, he knew the reason why he was feeling...
January 20th, 2009 by Ian
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Anointing of the Man Child (7)
Anointing of the Man Child By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (7) Somehow the darkness seemed less forbidding, less intimidating, as he felt Trent next to him. He could hear him breathing, almost see it really, as he peered into the darkness. There was no mistaking how he had his head hung low, how his body trembled a little. He could feel it in how the bed seemed...
July 26th, 2008 by Ian
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Anointing of the Man Child (6)
Anointing of the Man Child By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (6) Everything seemed so hushed, so quiet that it gave him a bit of the shakes. He knew that he was in a hospital, that there were people all around him, and Blake could even distinguish some of the words too. Like when someone had asked who was in there, meaning his cubicle, he had heard clearly the...
July 23rd, 2008 by Ian
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Anointing of the Man Child (5)
Anointing of the Man Child By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (5) Blake felt like crap, and yet not. He had barely managed to get any sleep, after getting back from his tryst with Trent. All he could think of was tonight, and what promises it held for him, or pitfalls. His mood switched from excited to dread at the drop of a pin, as he tossed and turned all night...
July 19th, 2008 by Ian
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Story – It Is About Time
It Is About Time By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman) Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved Part (-) Justin stared at the people milling around the huge rotunda, smiling as he saw so many people, all of them looking happy, pleased with themselves. It was like being at a party, without the booze, without the drugs, to give a false sense of happiness. These were people who were really happy, and why not? Looking...
June 18th, 2008 by Ian
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