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	<description>*IT'S SO KRISPY // DA #1 SPOT FOR SENSUAL BLACK MALE FAN-FICTION</description>
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		<title>[Throwbacks] Billy Unleashes The Dogg</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Throwbacks]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Billy Gilman]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Bow Wow]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Lil Bow Wow, aka Shad Moss had just finished his homework and sat in front of his TV, playing on his Playstation 2. He was playing one of his new games when a knock at the bedroom door interrupted him. "Yeah," he called out, eyes still focused on the game and fingers stick attached to the controller. "Can I come in," replied his mum's voice. "Yeah," Shad replied. The door opens and Shad's mother walked into the room, glances around, and focuses her attention on her teenage son. "I hope you've finished your homework." "Yes, mum," Shad replied. "I finished it like half an hour ago," even though it had only been a few minutes ago. "Okay," his mum replied. "Good." Shad's full attention returned back to his game when he notices his mother hasn't left, but is still standing a few feet away. He paused the game and turned to face her. "Was there anything else?" "Yeah," his mother replied, "actually there is. I've arranged for you to go to a concert tomorrow night." "A concert? To see who?" "Billy Gilman. You might also get a chance to meet him after the show."...]]></description>
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		<title>Zac Efronâ€™s Adventures</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:30:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Corbin Bleu]]></category>

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		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=839</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[â€œWhat is going on and why wasnâ€™t I included?â€ was all Zac heard as he was cumming in the awaiting twins mouths. He recognized the voice instantly. It was Corbin Bleu who starred with Zac on High School Musical. Zacâ€™s face turned beet red as he reach for his briefs and jeans. The twins quickly ran and locked themselves in the bathroom. Zac then looked up and said, â€œSup Corbin, what are you doing here?â€ Corbin was there because he had just had lunch with Brenda Song and when he found out Zac was on the set, he went looking for him...]]></description>
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		<title>Tyrese, Andre, and Friends</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 14:59:27 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Tyrese]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=749</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was late afternoon. Andre Agassiâ€™s mansion was the scene of an awesome all-man orgy. Nick Lachey laid on the bed in the huge bed-room, his legs spread wide. His hard cut cock was trembling. A buttplug was sticking into his famous â€œstraightâ€ ass, preventing the gallons of cum he has been storing since the night before from running out...]]></description>
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		<title>Rick &#38; Kobe</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2008 13:15:42 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Kobe Bryant]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Rick Fox]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=475</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[This all started one week after the Lakers had just won there 3rd championship title in a row and the players were free to do whatever they wanted to do. So all the players had gone back to there homes to visit there families, and Kobe was just sitting at home chilling and had nothing to do because vanessa had went to visit her mother for a week. So kobe had nothing planned so he thought he might go out to the club later on tonight and just chill, but he just didnâ€™t want Vanessa to find out because she gets jealous because all these women start to hit on her husband. At (6-7) 210 pounds I wouldnâ€™t blame her she had her rights...]]></description>
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		<title>Eazy-E On Ice</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2008 15:01:55 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Individual Stories (No Series)]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Eazy-E]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Ice Cube]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was Valentine's day and Ice Cube was rushing around like a chicken with it's head cut off. He had just celebrated with his wife. Now, he had some where else to go. First, he made a quick stop to his neighbor hood gun shop. There was a lot of folks in the shop. When the owner of the store saw Ice Cube come in, he waved him over to one corner of the store. When Ice Cube got close, he whispered, â€œIs it ready?â€ â€œYea, man.â€ The gun shop owner said. â€œI got it right here. He handed Ice Cube a red velvet box.. Ice Cube smiled when he opened the box. Inside was a gold plated 9 millimeter handgun with a diamond encrusted handle. â€œIt's perfect.â€ Ice Cube said, still smiling. â€œI didn't know that your wifey liked guns.â€ The gun shop owner said. â€œYea, she's real into this stuff.â€ He lied. Ice Cube knew that this wasn't for her, but this brotha didn't need to know that...]]></description>
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		<title>One on One with Karl Malone</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 14:07:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
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		<category><![CDATA[Karl Malone]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=437</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[This is a story of what happened to me when I lived in Salt Lake City. I was a huge Utah Jazz fan, and entered a contest to get to go into the locker room after the game. I couldnâ€™t believe it, but I won. It was a game with the L.A. Lakers, and the Jazz blew them out early. Everybody was in a great mood. I especially enjoyed meeting Karl Malone. Iâ€™d had fantasies about him for years. He is about 6â€™ 10â€, and incredibly sexy. We made eye contact a few times but I didnâ€™t think anything of it. It was getting late and everybody was leaving, so I turned to leave, too. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked back. It was Karl, with a sexy grin on his face. â€œYou arenâ€™t going so soon, are you?â€, he asked. â€œI wanted to get out of your way.â€ I said. â€œYouâ€™re cool. Weâ€™re alone. You arenâ€™t in anybodyâ€™s way. unless youâ€™re scared of me.â€ Then he laughed and hit me on the back. I blushed red and stuttered, â€œIâ€™m not scared of you.â€ He laughed again and took my chin in his beefy hand.]]></description>
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		<title>Mad Dog on a Mission</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 15:45:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Individual Stories (No Series)]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Kobe Bryant]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Mark Madsen]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=422</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Mark Madsen, second-year forward for the Los Angeles Lakers basketball team, sat alone on a bench in the locker room, thinking about what his coach had said to him after

practice. Phil Jackson was a pretty wacked-out guy, everyone seemed to agree. Always talking about

metaphysics, spirituality, Zen--stuff that was over the heads of most of the players. Mark, though, really liked listening to Philâ€™s cerebral rants, and even engaged him in debates from time to time. Mark had learned to love intellectual discussions while he was a student at Stanford University, so he spent as much time as possible talking with Phil, especially during long, boring road trips...]]></description>
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		<title>Shemar Peck and Me</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 15:04:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Individual Stories (No Series)]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Austin Peck]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Shemar Moore]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=415</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a Thursday night, and I was supposed to go straight from work and meet some friends of mine in West Hollywood at some hotel bar that I had never been to, somewhere on Sunset. It was some swanky hotel bar that boasted celebrities often. They gave me the strict instructions the night before, and I got there around 9:00 pm after a long day at the office. I waited for a little while before I got the phone call that my friends were stuck at work still and couldnâ€™t leave for another couple of hours, and that I should just go home and that we would meet again next week. So much for the night I thought. But I still wanted to get one drink before I left the bar...]]></description>
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		<title>Icons</title>
		<link>http://thugfiction.net/fan-fiction/individual/icons-3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 16:39:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Individual Stories (No Series)]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Treach]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Vinnie]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=402</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Treach woke up happy as fuck! He had finalized the divorce from his ex-wife Pepa. He did like the woman, but, she wasnâ€™t someone he could see himself growing old with. She was more woman than he could deal with. Besides, she didnâ€™t like him in that way, either. She was more into his ex-friend, Kaygee. To tell the truth, Treach wasnâ€™t too mad about that shit. He just found himself someone else to be with. Before knocking on the door, he looked himself over. He was wearing a black jeans vest (which he kept open) a white wife beater, a pair of black jeans, and Tims. When he was sure he looked alright, he walked up to the door. When he walked up to the door, it automatically opened up. Against his better judgment, Treach entered the house...]]></description>
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		<title>Robert Ri&#8217;chard - The House of Wax</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 22:45:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bizzy B</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[Individual Stories (No Series)]]></category>

		<category><![CDATA[Robert Riâ€™chard]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://thugfiction.net/?p=372</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As part of the crew on the film â€œHouse of Waxâ€ starring among others, Paris Hilton, it was part of my job to help make the stars comfortable. I was a â€œgopherâ€ (â€go forâ€ this and â€œgo forâ€ that) who ran errands for everything from coffee and doughnuts to tampons to condoms to Evian and Champagne and of course the occasional supply of blow (cocaine). Many of the stars I worked with were a little shocked that I was a personal assistant and not a bodyguard. I admit that I had a nice body and could easily pass for a bodyguard. Not to mention my overall calm demeanor, which many did not know how to handle. I was what they called, too quiet. I definitely gave off that â€“ Donâ€™t fuck with the star â€“ vibe...]]></description>
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