<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:21:30.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Fiction</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-2379196760767627883</id><published>2009-08-27T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:47:17.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brett &amp; Trent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blueloot.com/ap/click.php?a=2915&amp;amp;s=RB&amp;amp;p=001&amp;amp;b=A&amp;amp;tour=videoupdate.php?vid=1822"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-93673084ec88a969" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93673084ec88a969%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331661972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D497843DA4619DDFCECEA620EC4871944C3AC6255.50B3C22A0BD8A8DAEB295BA2BEA5089C78BC3E8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93673084ec88a969%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM-utLUjTuHdLr7XNuxR4V0cgsG0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D93673084ec88a969%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331661972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D497843DA4619DDFCECEA620EC4871944C3AC6255.50B3C22A0BD8A8DAEB295BA2BEA5089C78BC3E8E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D93673084ec88a969%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DM-utLUjTuHdLr7XNuxR4V0cgsG0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Feel free to check out the latest erotic offering from &lt;a href="http://galleries.blueloot.com/index.php?id=3169-001-2915"&gt;Randy Blue&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trent Davis is one of those guys who would look at home in a redneck bar or a bathhouse. He's got this unbridled sexiness about him that grabs you the moment you lay eyes on him. A self-proclaimed horndog, his nickname is "Pucker" because when he sees a guy he's hot for his friends say his asshole puckers. When I first met Trent I thought his handsome features were his strong point, especially that smile of his, sweet with a hint of nastiness, like he's charming the pants off of you, you know it, and you just don't care. Then he took off his shirt and I got a look at that well built furry chest of his. I couldn't wait to see what else he had to offer. I was not disappointed. The hair on his chest runs down around his midsection and all down his sexy little legs with a nice cock jutting out, begging for your attention. And that hairy ass of his makes me so damn hot. So I put him in front of the camera and let him do his ! thing. I figured we'd have a nice little jerkoff session for his first &lt;a href="http://galleries.blueloot.com/index.php?id=3169-001-2915"&gt;Randy Blue&lt;/a&gt; video but he wasn't going to settle for just that. Next thing I know he's flipped himself around on the couch and is humping the cushions. I could tell he was teasing me a little because after telling him what a great ass he had he made it a point to thrust his hips, showing off his beautiful rear the best way possible. He fingers his hungry hole (bringing his nickname to mind) and really puts on a good show. And when he turns his attention to his cock he once again refuses to settle for a simple jerk, he thrusts those hips again and actually fucks his hand. It's so hot. His face flushes just a bit as he begins to reach his peak and once he shoots he's like a geyser. I mean, if you love cumshots you'll want to play this one over and over! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-2379196760767627883?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=93673084ec88a969&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/2379196760767627883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=2379196760767627883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/2379196760767627883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/2379196760767627883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/brett-trent.html' title='Brett &amp; Trent'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-8306660527145797611</id><published>2009-08-21T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T11:25:19.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sex</title><content type='html'>All of my friends say that I'm really just a huge whore, I guess they hit the nail right on the head. What went on at the beach the other day just goes to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topher caught my eye first - or should I say that the bulge in his shorts did. His body was delicious, but he was a little more pale than guys I'd typically go for. But with a bulge like that, I can be flexible. And his running body, Carl, was tanned enough to make up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl took an immediate interest in exploring my defined shoulders and arms. Meanwhile, Topher had his eyes transfixed on the growing boner in my own shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C'mon, let's go somewhere a little more private," I whispered. "The three of us." I added, in case there was any doubt that I wanted both guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to hold ourselves back long enough to make it off the beach. We settled on a secluded area in the trees near the parking lot. The three of us threw down our beach towels and proceeded to get naked an roll around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me, Topher raised my wifebeater over my head. Carl slipped his tongue into my mouth and worked his hands along my body. Then he pulled me forward to fuck my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, god - it felt like I was in heaven! Two sexy guys at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old boyfriend used to say that I gave the best head in the world. I don't know about that, but Carl definitely liked what I was doing for his seven-inch tool. He fucked my face faster and faster, till his balls got to slapping against my face with each thrust. I took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue along his saggy nuts, much to his delight. Then I kissed the veins along the underside of his shaft and let my face rub against his crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was moaning and panting along with each of Topher's hard thrusts into my ass. I found myself hoping he'd take his condom off at the end - I love being cummed on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that Topher must've been reading my mind. He bucked free, unrolled his condom and held his shaft against my ass. Jets of hot cum shot up my lower back, and I felt motivated for more cum. I greedily took Carl's cock back into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fumbled with his low hanging balls and swallowed down his creamy treat. Then I sat up and let both guys watch a bit of Carl's load drip out of the corner of my mouth. Little things like that are always good for heating things back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned Carl on his back and jerked his cock a few times to help him stay hard. Then I rolled a fresh condom on him and climbed aboard. I bounced on his cock, my hands rubbing my sweat covered body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topher stood by just watching for awhile. Then he moved around to crouch beside me. That thick fat cock felt so good in my mouth, especially when he decided to get a bit rough and started yanking my head back and forth on his dick. I sucked him good and hard, but spat him out as I knew he would erupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And erupt he did - a big, creamy sticky mess all over my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then Carl tightened his grip on my hips, telling me how tight my hole felt around his member. He got off with hiss between clenched teeth and a furious spasm of his rubber-clad cock in my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and let out a deep moan as he withdrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I let both men turn me on my back. Topher wiped the last of his load on my chin. Then Carl turned his condom inside out and spread his semen across my abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit," Topher muttered and shook his head. "I wish my woman was a freak like you, Joey!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me too," Carl agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at both guys with a puzzled look on my face. Then I noticed the wedding bands that both guys wore. I winked, smiled and asked if anybody wanted my email or cell number. Both men did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-8306660527145797611?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/8306660527145797611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=8306660527145797611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/8306660527145797611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/8306660527145797611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-sex.html' title='Summer Sex'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-18910885767029559</id><published>2009-04-27T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:22:54.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie &amp; Trent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://galleries.blueloot.com/index.php?id=3115-001-002915"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329453026568329826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SfYFSn-8WmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XsdTN32NvLE/s400/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's what &lt;a href="http://galleries.blueloot.com/index.php?id=3115-001-002915"&gt;Randy Blue&lt;/a&gt; have to say about this hot video! Click on the picture to see more action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a handful of models here at &lt;a href="http://galleries.blueloot.com/index.php?id=3115-001-002915"&gt;Randy Blue&lt;/a&gt; who are total sexual beings. These are the guys I know I can throw into any scene with any model, regardless of them being a total newbie or really experienced, and know without a shadow of a doubt that these guys will make the scene unbelievably hot. These are the guys who walk into a room and inspire hardons, even among the straight guys. Eddie Diaz and Trent Davis are two of these guys. Every scene they have been in has been amazing. They love sex, they're constantly horny, and both are hot as fuck! So the other day I was wondering what would happen if I put these two fireballs in a scene together. Would their sexual energies cancel each other out? Would they fuck like wild horn dogs, ravenously devouring each others hard throbbing cocks like there was no tomorrow, and collapse in a puddle of their own hot steamy spunk? Or would their combined sexual energy become so inten! se it would cause the world to bust out into one huge orgy? Well, okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little, but I will tell you that everyone on the crew could not help sporting woodies while filming this scene because it was do damn hot. If this combination of these two sexy bodies, the untamed action and overwhelming connection between them, and their mind blowing dirty talk doesn't get you to bust your nut, you might want to see a doctor. Add this to your favorites, you'll want to watch it again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-18910885767029559?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/18910885767029559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=18910885767029559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/18910885767029559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/18910885767029559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2009/04/eddie-trent.html' title='Eddie &amp; Trent'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SfYFSn-8WmI/AAAAAAAAAS8/XsdTN32NvLE/s72-c/IMG_0090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-710744620782685944</id><published>2009-03-27T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:32:19.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iFuck</title><content type='html'>Craig had just got a new iPod from me for his birthday, preloaded with all of his fave tunes by all of his fave artists. "Dude, this is boss!" he exclaimed, then immediately popped in the ear buds and pumped up the volume. Grinning ear to ear, Craig closed his eyes and lost himself in the music. His smoking hot body moved in time with the beats. "Seriously man, you're an awesome friend!" he shouted over the music. I just smirked and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I really expected that my killer present would make him see me as more than a friend? Not fully trusting myself, I tried not to make any moves. Just watching him dance in front of me made fucking ache to get out of my clothes and into his ass. Then his eyes opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rocked back on my heels, afraid that maybe he could read my mind - and that if he did, he'd be pissed. But his smile stayed where it was, even as he stopped dancing and dialed the volume down low. His eyes sparkled as he came closer. The hand that wasn't holding the iPod touched my t-shirt. "Thank you," he whispered, and kissed the corner of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a light but slow kiss, and he didn't pull back after. We looked each other over for the first time, really close up. For a long time too. Then Craig titled his head. He puckered up for real and kissed me right on the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed him back and flicked the tip of my tongue between his lips. He opened up wider. His hand crept up my chest and locked around the back of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mouths kept grinding together as I grabbed two handfuls of his incredibly firm, hard ass. When his hips swung forward, I felt his throbbing bulge press against mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gasping for air, Craig rocked his head back, but just for a second. His nostrils flared, and he looked at me a whole new way. "Let's fuck," he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and pulled him even closer. He wrapped his arms around me, he continued to rub his swollen dick against my own. That only went on for a minute. Then Craig slide to his knees, right there in his parents' backyard! I couldn't quite believe it as my close friend - like me, just 19 years old - pushed my shirt up, unzipped my jeans and clawed down my briefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mouth caught my jumping prick on the first try, and his head started to bob. His cheeks hollowed as his eyes stared up at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn," I muttered, and cupped my hands around the side of his head. After a couple of minutes of sheer pleasure I gently eased the ear buds out. Craig smiled up at me, momentarily pausing the blowjob. He flicked the iPod off, left it there in the grass and led me by my dick into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom was at work, but his dad had the day off and was napping in the living room. I nearly lost it when Craig led me down the hallway to the stairs. His had could have woken up at any second and seen his son with his hand around my huge erection not three feet away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig flashed me a devious grin, and we rushed up the stairs and into his bedroom. He stripped off all of his clothes the second his door was locked and climbed up onto the rumbled sheets of his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, Leo," he whispered impatiently, one hand wrapped around his hard cock. "I've got some condoms in the sliding compartment of the headboard," he went on. "There's some lube in there too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, pulled my briefs off and jumped on the bed to join him. Rubbing my hands along his chest, I kissed Craig. As I kissed him, Craig's handjob kept me hard. He mentioned the condoms again, this time I got the hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craig raised his legs up high in the air as I rolled the rubber onto my cock, stretched out over him and entered his ass. Craig moaned as I pounded in and out of his hole. I fucked his tight hole so good, I knew I'd cum if I didn't stop. With other guys, I have always unloaded too soon, and that was the last thing I wanted with Craig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I jerked free and planted my face against his ass before he could ask any questions. His asshole was totally hairless. I licked it slowly, enjoying the taste, inhaling his hot hole. I fingered his hole, making sure he was enjoying every minute of this sex session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I sat up, thinking that now I was ready to fuck him some more. But Craig doubled over with amazing speed, tore my rubber off and combined a furious handjob with equally passionate oral action. I wanted to hold back. God knows! But I just couldn't. So I locked my hands around both sides of Craig's face and shot a huge load down his throat. I humped against his face furiously, even after my prick had stopped oozing. I was sure he'd be pissed. But when I finally let him come up for air, he just grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you," he said again. I knew it wouldn't be long until we did this again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-710744620782685944?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/710744620782685944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=710744620782685944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/710744620782685944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/710744620782685944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/ifuck.html' title='iFuck'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-6797596164957335084</id><published>2009-03-25T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T08:52:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Wright</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always try to separate business from pleasure. Oh, who am I kidding??? When you love your job as much as I do, you just can't help it. This has never been more evident than a recent dinner date I had with a friend. The food was exceptional, and I had to go in the back to compliment the chef in person. Okay, the truth is I wanted to hit on our waiter, who had just ducked into the back room. Anyway, as I was sneaking around the kitchen I spotted the most gorgeous guy, who just happened to be wearing a chef's hat. His name was Nathan Wright. I was trying to compliment him on the food but I had to stop myself. I told him that someone as gorgeous as him should not be hidden away in some kitchen, no matter how good a cook he was. He laughed and assured me he didn't stay cooped up in the kitchen all the time but that he loved the outdoors, being active and doing lots of physical activity. I don't know what restaurant allows their chefs to wear such tight pants but from his bulge he appeared to be pretty well endowed. I slipped him my card and told him if he ever decided that he'd like to give modeling a try he could give me a call. Within a day or so I heard back from him, asking exactly what kind of modeling it was. When I told him he let out a sly chuckle and said he figured. I thought he might end the call right there but he totally surprised me and asked when he could come in. The first time I saw him naked I was pleasantly surprised. I don't know why I thought a chef would be really conservative but his tattoos were not something I had expected. I love his very natural body hair. It starts from a sexy little treasure trail that leads to quite a hefty treasure, I might add. Then it runs covers his legs giving him a youthful yet manly look, quite a combination. And on top of a wonderful body, he's got such a handsome face. 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I screamed that out when my frat brothers walked right into my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hung their heads and started stammering out their respective apologies. It really wasn't their fault though. I share this place with four guys from my fraternity and everyone is pretty laidback and casual around the house. With that in mind, I probably should have thought to lock my door before laying on my bed and whipping out my cock for a little bit of solo fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody made an effort to leave the room, which was rather peculiar. As Zach pointed out, it was actually kinda funny. I mean, we're all young guys, but we all act so tough and macho. Up until that moment we hadn't even caught a glimpse of each other naked. Yet here I was, laid out with my dick standing at attention for my four housemates to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know we should get out," Zach said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. "That would be the right thing to do. But, Nate, I got to be honest - I really don't want to. I hope you don't mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing was, I didn't! I shrugged my shoulders at Zach. Then I turned my head and nodded to Sam, Kyle and Lenny, one after the other. They all smiled back, sheepishly. Then everybody laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slightly nervous laughter stopped when Zach, who stood closest to the bed, reached out his hand. His thick fingers brushed along the side of my face. His touch then travelled down my neck. Strangely enough, I didn't stop him. His hand moved lower down my chest and I squirmed as he squeezed my tanned left nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please fuck me," I begged to a guy who had previously been my wingman when picking up college chicks. "Fuck me, Zach, in front of everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paused for a minute. Zach winked at me and began to suck my nipple. Before I could let out a moan, I was met with a strong kiss. I could feel his tongue slipping into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke out of the kiss and turned to look at the rest of our housemates. Then I guided Zach back to my chest. He sucked, nibbled and chewed my nipples before kissing down my treasure trail. I started breathing heavier as he got closer and closer to my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach's lips kissed the tip of my dick and his hands firmly gripped my ass cheeks. It was heavenly, the way he sucked me off. It was hot, exciting and surprisingly showed signs of expertise. The soft mutterings of my housemates added to the heat and I came right then and there. My cock pulsed and squirted out blasts of cum into Zach's willing mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed him back and caught my breath. Then I looked Zach in the eye. He knew what to do. I stared at him impatiently as he kicked off his flip flops and threw his jeans and boxers to the floor. I squirmed on the bed, eager to have everyone see Zach's cock stuffed in my hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cock was hard and ready, all that was missing was a condom. Luckily, Kyle had one in his pocket. He whistled for Zach's attention, then tossed it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zach lifted my legs up high and drove right into my ass with a stiff no-nonsense thrust. I threw my head back on my pillow, clawed at the bedsheets and moaned with passion. Then, as Zach began to hammer away, I begged him to come closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sank further into me and I clutched his ass and held him in place. He kissed my neck and gnawed on my earlobe. It felt so good. But the feeling of him squirming and stirring his cock in my butt felt even better. However, the hottest part was still seeing the looks on the faces of my housemates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam had his pants around his ankles and his cock out. The other guys soon followed suit. Kyle jerked his cock wildly, while Lenny worked his a bit slower with the same determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Zach what his fave position was. "The piledriver," he quickly answered and I chuckled. I got on my back with my lower body in the air and my legs bent back above my face. Zach stood upright on the bed. He slammed deep into my ass and then moved forcefully, in and out. I screamed and bucked so much that he had to brace his feet and hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of our housemates came before Zach did. And that in turn, got me off a second time. I unleashed a big load on my abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nate," Zach said has he tossed the condom and started for the bathroom to wash up. "that was fucking nuts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should do it again sometime," I added with a grin, rubbing my wad into my skin while my housemates pulled their clothes together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-6713139879478765589?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/6713139879478765589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=6713139879478765589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/6713139879478765589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/6713139879478765589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2009/03/frat-house-fuck.html' title='Frat House Fuck'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-1497397057141542092</id><published>2008-11-03T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:12:15.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor Yates</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264526375722515154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SQ9a2JedetI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qDfi3zoMONc/s400/trevor_front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Check out more of Trevor Yates at &lt;a href="http://www.belamionline.com/free/models/?207353"&gt;BelAmiOnline.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-1497397057141542092?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/1497397057141542092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=1497397057141542092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/1497397057141542092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/1497397057141542092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/11/trevor-yates.html' title='Trevor Yates'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SQ9a2JedetI/AAAAAAAAAN0/qDfi3zoMONc/s72-c/trevor_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-3943436327658025006</id><published>2008-10-30T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:24:38.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young &amp; Hung Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>He shuddered hard as his milky white cum escaped his cock and then lay back, sighing against the bed. Slowly he eased my wife’s dildo out of his ass. I’m almost 100% certain my wife had no idea what Stephen had been doing with her favourite toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he realized I was there. His sleepy brown eyes opened wide in shock. Colour flooded his cheeks, and he froze, dropping the dildo to the bed. My dick was solid, and I wanted him on every level. I stepped into the room, slipping my shirt off and tossing it to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tom, I…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped my pants. My prick bulged in my briefs, and I dropped them as well, exposing my throbbing rod. He licked his lips and just stared at my cock before slowly raising his eyes to mine. You could have heard a pin drop between us, which I finally broke, “Maybe you’d prefer the real thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He licked his lips again, slowly and sensuously, and then nodded just slightly in assent. I knelt between his outspread legs, intending to taste every inch of his body. But lust took me over. Instead I raised his legs, scooted closer and just shoved my cock into his waiting ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a single thrust I was deep in his hot ass. I definitely savoured that moment, feeling how his tight hole held me and hugged my rock hard dick. My wife enjoyed anal sex, but Stephen’s ass felt different, it was better. Before long he closed his eyes and began to stroke his cock for a repeat eruption while my cock slid in and out of him. We continued on like that for a couple of minutes until I noticed him getting dangerously close to shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got the idea of fucking him from behind. Stephen rolled over on to his hands and knees, and soon his hot toned ass was bumping against my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being fucked from behind seemed to make the young stud more vocal, and before too long he was screaming my name and telling me to fuck him hard. That’s exactly what I did, slamming my cock into him as hard and fast as I could. He grunted and sighed as my cock continued to pound away at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clutched his cock and started to cum; I could feel his ass tighten up as he unleashed his load. By then I couldn’t take it anymore. With one last big thrust, I exploded! Stephen moaned as my cum filled his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter has moved on to a new guy now, but I still keep Stephen around. I just hope no one figures out why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-3943436327658025006?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3943436327658025006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=3943436327658025006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3943436327658025006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3943436327658025006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/young-hung-pt-2.html' title='Young &amp; Hung Pt. 2'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-7795364149484694047</id><published>2008-10-21T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:21:58.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Jacking On Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SP5yGSSR2JI/AAAAAAAAANE/IK1ImFCEllo/s1600-h/pic12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259766867128604818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SP5yGSSR2JI/AAAAAAAAANE/IK1ImFCEllo/s400/pic12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See this stud blow his load at &lt;a href="http://hits.epochstats.com/hit.php?s=351&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;w=19736731&amp;amp;c=0"&gt;PlaygirlTV&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-7795364149484694047?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/7795364149484694047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=7795364149484694047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/7795364149484694047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/7795364149484694047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/jason-jacking-on-bed.html' title='Jason Jacking On Bed'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SP5yGSSR2JI/AAAAAAAAANE/IK1ImFCEllo/s72-c/pic12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-3721942054559906854</id><published>2008-10-18T21:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:27:32.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Young &amp; Hung Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>While our daughter was off at college, my wife and I let her ex-boyfriend Stephen move in. It was really as a favour to our daughter. Stephen is 20 and was having some issues with his parents. And, well, him and Melanie remained friends and he was like one of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Stephen liked to flaunt his body. You could say he was a bit of an exhibitionist. It was hard on me, the way he strutted around the house sometimes in not much more than a pair of shorts. More than once I found myself upstairs, looking out our bedroom window, at Stephen lying by the pool and thinking some very nasty thoughts. I just never imagined I would ever act on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to swing by the house to pick something up midday, before meeting a client. I’m a technical writer and, as such, work freelance, setting my own hours and my own rates. I had just pulsed into the driveway when the client called and rescheduled. Just as well – I didn’t really feel like driving all the way downtown to deal with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked into my house and headed for our bedroom to change. I didn’t expect to find Stephen on our bed, and I was sure as fuck didn’t expect to find him jacking off with one of my wife’s dildoes planted firmly in his ass. But there he was, naked and tempting as he lay on his back, the black plastic penis moving in and out of his hole. He shoved it in, and then arched his pelvis upward, forcing it further in still. He started to speed up his strokes on his cock. My own cock was now hard as a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s right, Tom, fuck me so hard.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swallowed hard and stood there shocked, watching him as he got himself off with his eyes closed and called out my name! Insane! Here was fantasizing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh that’s right, Tom, give it to me. Cum with me. Now!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen rocked on the bed and then he gasped. He left the dildo in his ass and began stroking his cock furiously. My cock was dripping now, I wanted him so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-3721942054559906854?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3721942054559906854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=3721942054559906854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3721942054559906854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3721942054559906854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/young-hung-pt-1.html' title='Young &amp; Hung Pt. 1'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-3205558402121426495</id><published>2008-10-18T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:45:00.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Nico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a09ebacd4f744354" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da09ebacd4f744354%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331661972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D8E5ABF1B25D0A04752303AF933833821D70520.31E12A0C3ABAACE313927F4EA04FC14264353AF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da09ebacd4f744354%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDDFlNJE0ghtPwm4Bi-8zaJAkyn4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da09ebacd4f744354%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331661972%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D8E5ABF1B25D0A04752303AF933833821D70520.31E12A0C3ABAACE313927F4EA04FC14264353AF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da09ebacd4f744354%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDDFlNJE0ghtPwm4Bi-8zaJAkyn4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy more of Nico at &lt;a href="http://hits.epochstats.com/hit.php?s=351&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;w=19736731&amp;amp;c=0"&gt;PlaygirlTV&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-3205558402121426495?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a09ebacd4f744354&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3205558402121426495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=3205558402121426495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3205558402121426495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3205558402121426495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexy-nico.html' title='Sexy Nico'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-3819214529121440333</id><published>2008-10-18T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:10:19.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls? Who Needs 'Em! Part. 2</title><content type='html'>Slowly he worked his tongue down my body as I continued rubbing my hands along his chest, the feeling of his skin against the palms of my hands was intoxicating. He nibbled gently at my nipples while his fingers grasped around the shaft of my cock. My head lolled back; it just felt so good in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sexy lips trailed down my stomach and his tongue danced inside of my bellybutton. Placing his hands on my knees, he spread my legs. I could feel my cock growing harder and harder, anticipating his next move. Rich was like a man on a mission, keeping me turned on. He licked along the length of my cock, then down my balls and then he zeroed in on my tight asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groaned, the pleasure was so overwhelming and so new to me. I damn near came right then. But I held out, not wanting to miss a single sensation as Rich flicked his tongue in and around my pucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a split-second, I wondered if Rich was a lot more experienced with guys than he let on. Either way, I didn’t care. He certainly knew how to please and that was good enough for me. He flattened his tongue and licked from my asshole to my balls and back again. I was in heaven as his tongue continued to dance along my body. His fingers found their way back to my cock again and he jerked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the pre-cum began to flow, Rich made his way up from my balls and started licking the head of my cock. I lifted my head to watch my best friend work and found myself turned on by the movements of my own body. My chest heaved and my pelvis thrusted in order to work my swollen cock deeper into my friend’s talented mouth. I was slack-jawed and moaning, almost ready to pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich maintained his rhythm even as I began bucking my ass off the chair. My toes were curled and I felt as if I could scream. Just as I felt as if I could cum, he began deepthroating my cock, trying to take it all at once. And to make matters worse, he jammed two fingers deep into my hairy hole. My back arched and I let out a full-throated scream as I could feel myself exploding in his mouth. Rich kept sucking on my cock, my cum beginning to dribble out of the corners of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, he was able to make me cum again and the second time was even better than the first. As my friend continued sucking, I locked my legs around his head. My body was bucking so hard, the back of the stool kept banging wildly against the counter. Wave after obscenely delicious wave coursed through my cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I had to pry Rich’s lips from around my cock. Once again, we sat in silence, we pressed against each other and kissed. At long last our breathing settled back to normal and our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you think Tasha and Kayleigh would have enjoyed that little show?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think they would’ve been pretty damn jealous, to be honest! Don’t you agree?” he asked, with a grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed. I don’t think I’ll dump Tasha, but I know I’ll definitely be spending a lot more time with Rich now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-3819214529121440333?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3819214529121440333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=3819214529121440333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3819214529121440333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3819214529121440333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-who-needs-em-part-2.html' title='Girls? 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Part. 2'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-4756092731732989441</id><published>2008-10-17T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:27:37.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brandon And Kyle Get Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SPlzuO83iCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fRnICpgZjBw/s1600-h/_MG_0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258361278056335394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SPlzuO83iCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fRnICpgZjBw/s400/_MG_0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle Hennessy and Brandon James make such a hot couple. Going back to my love of contrasts, I couldn't help but love seeing Brandon's larger, heavily muscled frame wrapping around Kyle's leaner, tighter musculature. Brandon is all animal lust and passion while Kyle is more reserved and conservative. Brandon's gorgeous tan looks so great against Kyle's milky white complexion. But even amidst these many contrasts there are several delicious twists. Kyle's boy-next-door looks change when you notice the silver hoops in his ears and the colorful tattoo that adorns his magnificent body. His reserved nature falls away as he takes control of the scene, commanding Brandon to lick his balls. And you wouldn't expect Brandon to take orders from anyone, but once Kyle starts calling the shots, this untamed animal obediently complies and totally gets off on it. People often think of the bottom as the one giving up the power but watching Kyle riding Brandon while straddling his massive frame it's obvious who the one in charge is. Kyle is getting exactly what he wants while Brandon seems more than happy to be his plaything for the afternoon. Rather than play the aggressive top ramming someone's eager hole, Kyle instead engulfs Brandon's cock, inviting him inside and then working his cock with very talented hip motions. It's very different than your usual topping scene. But Kyle shouldn't be expected to do all the work. Eventually Brandon flips him over on his back and goes to town, giving rather than getting, thrusting that hot ass of his in and out while unleashing that animal passion, as well as a hot steamy load of jizz, all over Kyle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See all this and more at &lt;a href="http://galleries.blueloot.com/index.php?id=3026-010-002915"&gt;Randy Blue&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-4756092731732989441?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/4756092731732989441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=4756092731732989441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/4756092731732989441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/4756092731732989441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/brandon-and-kyle-get-wild.html' title='Brandon And Kyle Get Wild'/><author><name>DecemberBlue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02766134107843097587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C5pD2Rmlcn4/SPlzuO83iCI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fRnICpgZjBw/s72-c/_MG_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8452567281512392300.post-3244626575668607781</id><published>2008-10-15T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:28:12.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls? Who Needs 'Em! Part. 1</title><content type='html'>“Fuck that! I’m done with girls,” I said to my best friend Rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, to hell with them,” he agreed. “All Kayleigh ever does is nag me and she never does anything I wanna do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me about it. Tasha just goes on and on, she never stops. And god forbid I decide not to carry her bags in the mall, so not worth the hassle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in Rich’s kitchen and he was doing some cleaning up as I sat at the counter. You know, I never really noticed before, but my best friend is pretty hot. That afternoon his arms just seemed to glisten from the light pouring in from the window, I couldn’t look away. It was a hot day and I could see beads of sweat forming above his upper lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it seemed like my mind was getting carried away and I felt my cock begin to harden beneath my baggy shorts. I’d never really thought about being with a guy before, but right there and right then, I wanted Rich, and I wanted him badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, the words just slipped out of my mouth. “We should just forget those girls and have a bit of fun of our own.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich stopped cleaning mid-motion and stared at me with a look of genuine disbelief. I too was shocked, starting to feel ashamed for what I’d said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed he was focusing on my crotch, and it was only then that I realized how visibly turned on I was. My cock had formed a huge tent in my baggy shorts. Rich’s nostrils flared, and the corners of his mouth curled into a devilish little grin. Neither of us made a sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained seated on the high kitchen stool, but started stripping off my shirt to reveal my lightly hairy chest and fat erect nipples. Rich walked around the counter and lifted his shirt to reveal his smooth torso and his nipples seemed to be as hard as mine. We each ran a hand over the other’s chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressing his delicious body against mine, Rich kissed me deeply, and our seemingly straight tongues explored each other in slow rhythmic motions. As we kissed, the stool tipped back, braced against the counter. Leaning me back like that, Rich could easily tug off my shorts. He left me naked and exposed, my cock aching for a piece of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8452567281512392300-3244626575668607781?l=hardfiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/feeds/3244626575668607781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8452567281512392300&amp;postID=3244626575668607781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3244626575668607781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8452567281512392300/posts/default/3244626575668607781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardfiction.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-who-needs-em-part-1.html' title='Girls? 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In no time at all, his fingers were tugging at my zipper. Like a man on a mission, he made quick work of my pants, pulling them down just far enough for my excited and eager cock to meet him. Drops of pre-cum were oozing out of my cock and I could see Pablo grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess I better get down to work then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cock twitched as Pablo licked along the shaft and I nearly came when he sucked on the head. When he began to deepthroat my seven inches, I could feel myself reaching that point of no return. He must’ve sensed that too as he took my cock out of his mouth and stood up. He’d had a condom tucked into the waistband of his shorts. Pablo took it out of the wrapper and dropped his shorts revealing a delicious uncut cock topped off with a brush of dark pubic hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a sense of urgency, Pablo placed the condom onto my engorged cock. Swinging a leg over me, he settled onto my lap. It wasn’t a struggle fitting into his hole, but it felt like heaven just being inside of him. I had an inkling at that moment that it wasn’t the first time this young stud had fucked for grades and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel a rush of ecstasy filling my body and I knew it was time. With a final grunt, I shot a hot load and almost wished I wasn’t wearing a condom so I could feel it shoot deep into his body. Pablo smirked as I moaned and threw my head back as I came a second time. I took a deep breath. It was over and coldly Pablo got off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hurriedly pulled his shorts back on, put on his t-shirt and sauntered over towards the door. I’d barely taken the condom off my cock before he opened the door and stood there watching. I chucked the jimmy into the wastebasket and looked up at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fix my grade, Mr. D and maybe I’ll recommend you to a couple of the other guys on the team. I know you’ve got a thing for us soccer players.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, he closed the door behind him and walked off down the hall, the sound of his footsteps fading in the distance. 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To be completely honest, I find accounting to be just as boring as my students do. It was the first teaching position offered to me, so I took it. I’m in my mid-20s, living on my own in a cramped apartment and making car payments; I need all the money I can get! With my schedule and budget, I really don’t have much time for fun. Though I wish some of students would make up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of my students are athletes who need to maintain good grades not only to play for their respective teams, but for potentially obtaining scholarships. Some of those students will do anything to get their grades boosted. For the most part, I don’t rise to the bait. They’ll flex, show off their abs, brush up against me, but I’ve usually got enough willpower to shrug them off. Besides, I need this job. If I have to brush off the advances of 18 year old jocks in order to keep it, so be it. I will admit though to having a weakness for soccer players. Their tight toned bodies and strong legs are such a turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pablo walked into my classroom in September, I nearly came in my pants that very minute. I was stunned by the way his t-shirt clung to his frame and how round his ass looked in his sweats. I had to sit down behind my desk in order to conceal the rapidly growing bulge in my slacks. He had shoulder length black hair, dark olive skin and the perfect set of full lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially he really didn’t do too much besides laugh with his buddies and occasionally copy down some notes. His grades were less than stellar to say the least. Heading into midterms, I wondered if he would turn things around. No such luck. When he asked me how he could fix things, I gave him a lot of study tips and resources he could use. Sadly, I saw no real improvements after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that week, I found myself marking papers well into the evening after a staff meeting that ran late. I hate staff meetings and I definitely wasn’t pleased to wade through the deluge of half assed papers. While taking a much needed break for the sake of my sanity, I heard a loud knock on my door. I looked over at the door and was shocked to see Pablo standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, hey Mr. D. You got a minute?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel my cheeks beginning to flush bright red. I’d forgotten that a bunch of the school teams practiced after hours. He’d obviously just finished a long practice as his chest was heaving. I discretely looked him over from head to toe, my cock starting to get hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s about my grades, man. I really need to get them up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could barely think straight. I hung my head down and then looked back up at him, I nodded. He nodded back and closed the door behind him. Teachers aren’t supposed to be alone with a student like this, if anything were to happen I could face some serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We shouldn’t really be in here, Pablo. I can spare a couple of minutes though.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo reached down and began to raise the front of his t-shirt. He easily had the most chiseled abs I’ve ever seen. They were perfectly smooth with the exception of his dark treasure trail. He completely lifted the shirt off and flung it aside. 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