Blake Hart

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Getting Some Help – Part 13

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Getting Some Help – Part 12

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Exploration Date – Part 7

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The next afternoon we were sprawled across my bed again, controllers warm in our hands, the familiar chaos of Smash Bros filling the room with beeps and explosions. Kai had me pinned in a combo I couldn’t escape, his Bowser slamming my Kirby off the stage while he laughed under his breath, that low, satisfied sound he always made when he was winning.

I was about to call him a cheater when my door swung open. Phoenix leaned in the frame, fil...

Exploration Date – Part 8

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Phoenix’s Mustang growled up to the curb right on the dot, bass thumping low enough to rattle my ribs through the open window. I slid into the passenger seat, gym bag on my lap, trying not to look like I’d spent twenty minutes picking the least ratty T-shirt I owned.

“Morning, bro,” he said, flashing that easy grin, one hand on the wheel, the other already reaching to crank the music higher. He was in a black tank that looked painted ...

Exploration Date – Part 6

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A few days later—the final bell rang and we spilled out of school together like always. Same classes, same schedule, same routine: me and Kai shoulder-to-shoulder down the hallway, out the doors and onto the sidewalk that led from school through the nice blocks, then the okay blocks, then Kai’s side of town.

The walk was twenty minutes if we dragged it, thirty if we stopped for gas-station slushies. Today we took the long way, kicking a c...

My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 6

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My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 5

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International Manwhore – Part 12

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The dock at St. Tropez buzzed with mid-afternoon chaos—yacht crews shouting in French, seagulls diving for discarded croissants, and the distant thrum of a helicopter ferrying some oligarch's entourage to shore. I leaned against a weathered piling, waiting for the courier, the salt air sticking to my skin like a bad decision. The Amazon box arrived via a sunburned kid on a Vespa, who thrust it into my hands with a shrug and sped off without a wor...

International Manwhore – Part 11

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The Côte d’Azur sun beat down like it had a personal grudge, turning the St. Tropez marina into a mirror maze of white yachts and even whiter teeth. I stood on the private helipad jutting off the back of our borrowed training boat, mirrored aviators reflecting the glare, linen shirt unbuttoned to the sternum because the humidity was trying to murder me. Asher lounged beside me in crisp white linen that somehow stayed immaculate, looking like he�...

Beauty & The Jock - Part 14 – Bonus

Toronto - 4 years later

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The new salon smelled like fresh paint and possibility, the soft hum of my still trusted diffuser pushing eucalyptus into every corner. I adjusted the ring light over the treatment table, checking the angle one last time—perfect for the before-and-afters I’d post later. At twenty-two, I moved a little differently now: shoulders back, voice steady, the kid who once overthought every mirror glance re...

Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 7

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The morning sun crept through the cabin's flimsy curtains, spilling a soft haze over the messy bunks, the air still carrying the smell of last night's escapades—booze and bodies lingering in the tight space. Luka had slipped out after the fun died down, insisting on crashing in his own bed, leaving Jake and me solo in our room. My skull ached a bit from the whiskey, but the throb down there demanded immediate attention, my erection straining aga...

Beauty & The Jock - Part 13 - Finale

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The Diag was a winter postcard, snow blanketing the paths like fresh powder on a ski slope, the kind that crunched under boots and muffled the world into quiet. I hurried across it, puffy coat zipped to my chin, salon kit slung over my shoulder—brushes, pigments, and a fresh batch of hyaluronic serums I'd mixed in class. The cold nipped at my cheeks, but I didn't mind; Ann Arbor had grown on me, its crisp edges and cozy corners feeling more like ...

Beauty & The Jock - Part 12

Beauty & The Jock - Part 12

Alabama

--------------Aaron’s POV---------------

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The plane rattled through a pocket of rough air, my knee bouncing like it had its own heartbeat. I fished my phone from the seat pocket to kill the nerves, thumb hovering over the home screen. A UMich logo blinked from a half-open tab. I swiped it away. I opened the photos app instead, and there we were: last visi...

Getting Some Help – Part 11

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Getting Some Help – Part 10

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Beauty & The Jock - Part 11

L.A

--------------Kyle’s POV---------------

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The plane bucked through turbulence like a rookie lineman, my stomach lurching harder than any blindside hit. I flipped open the MacBook wedged on the tray table, the glow harsh in the dim cabin. A single page open on Wikipedia, Ann Arbor, but I clicked it away. The screensaver loaded instead: that airport curb selfie, Aaron's head on my shoulder, my arm slu...

Exploration Date – Part 5

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We scarfed down the last pancakes downstairs, syrup gluing our fingers, then bolted upstairs like the kitchen was a war zone. My room was a wreck—sheets knotted, controllers snarled, last night’s sweat lingering. Kai dove onto my bed first, claiming it like a conqueror, his tee hiking up to flash pale stomach. I flopped beside him, the mattress springing, our legs knotting for a second before I kicked him off with a smirk.

“Personal spa...

Exploration Date – Part 4

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The morning hit like a sledgehammer, and my skull was pounding, a dull throb that screamed you drank Jake’s mystery punch, you idiot. Sunlight stabbed through my bedroom blinds, painting stripes across the mess of sheets and controllers. Kai was sprawled next to me, one arm flung over his face, his borrowed boxers riding low on his hips. My mouth tasted like a gas station burrito, and the shower from last night was a blurry haze, like a ...

Exploration Date – Part 3

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The bus ride back to my place felt like a tiny miracle—no accidental misfires, no rogue boners, just me and Kai, buzzed and cackling like idiots in the back seat. November 1st night had that crisp slap after October’s sticky mess, the city lights blurring past the windows as we leaned into each other, shoulders bumping with every turn. Kai’s head flopped onto my arm, his breath a weird cocktail of vodka punch and Doritos, and I shoved him off...

Exploration Date – Part 2

(Just re-releasing this, seems some technical mistake hid the original post.)

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The Halloween party was in full swing by the time Kai and I stumbled up the cracked driveway of Alexanders’s house, our two-headed monster costume sagging like a sad deflated parade float. The night air was thick, a humid slap of October weirdness, and the bass from some generic EDM track rattled the windows. Alexander, a fellow senior who thought he was God’s g...

Exploration Date – Part 2

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The Halloween party was in full swing by the time Kai and I stumbled up the cracked driveway of Alexanders’s house, our two-headed monster costume sagging like a sad deflated parade float. The night air was thick, a humid slap of October weirdness, and the bass from some generic EDM track rattled the windows. Alexander, a fellow senior who thought he was God’s gift to everyone, had turned his parents’ suburban split-level into a neon-lit zoo....

Exploration Date – Part 1

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The October heat was a relentless beast, turning my bedroom into a sticky, airless oven. Kai—my best friend in the whole wide world since we were tots—and I had been wrestling with our two-headed monster costume for over two hours. By now, it felt like we’d stumbled into a sweat-drenched wrestling match with no rules.

Kai, with his usual spark of questionable brilliance, had pitched the idea over cereal that morning: “Two-headed monst...

Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 6

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The retreat center had slipped into a hushed slumber by 11 PM, the main hall's lights snuffed out long ago, leaving only the faint glow of distant cabin windows piercing the night. Freshers were probably sprawled in their cottages, wiped out from a day of brutal scrimmages that had pushed bodies to the limit—legs like jelly, lungs burning from the cold air, egos either inflated or deflated from the ice battles. Jake and I had ducked out early, o...

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I can’t believe it’s already been a whole year since I launched my Patreon! Time really flies, and it still feels surreal to see how far things have come. The story that really started it all was Slut for Halloween, which later turned into a sequel, Still a Slut for Bennett, and eve...

My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 4

This is a consensual adult erotic fantasy. All characters are over 18 and fully consenting. This work abides by Patreon's adult content guidelines and contains no depictions of non-consensual acts.

I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart hammering in my chest as Matt clutched the pillow tighter, his face a mix of embarrassment and defiance. My mind was still reeling from the intensity of Jordan’s touch, the way his body had claimed mine, and now this.

M...

International Manwhore – Part 10

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The debrief was set for the same yacht, still bobbing in international waters where the Mediterranean stretched endless and blue, the sun dipping low, painting the deck gold. The air carried salt and a faint whiff of diesel, stinging my nose as I stood in the cramped cabin, the same one where Marcus had turned my world upside down hours ago. My suit clung to my skin, sweat prickling from nerves, not heat. The memory of Marcus—his tight heat, thos...

International Manwhore – Part 9

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The Mediterranean sun hammered the deck of a sleek yacht bobbing just outside French territorial waters, the horizon a haze of blue and heat. Salt and diesel stung my nose, cutting through the jasmine cologne I’d swiped from my suite. I stood in a tailored suit, secret pockets stuffed with Fred’s cursed gadgets, sweat soaking my collar. Asher and two MI6 hardasses—Evans and Patel—had met me in Nice, whisking me onto this boat for Leona’s ...

Beauty & The Jock - Part 10

Weho

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Three months in West Hollywood, and the shine had worn off faster than I'd expected. The palm trees looked the same every day, all sharp edges and filtered sunlight, the sidewalks buzzing with people who moved like they had auditions to catch. I'd settled into beauty school, the cosmetology program kicking my ass in the best way—endless hours blending pigments, practicing balayage on mannequins, memorizing the molecula...

Beauty & The Jock - Part 9

Prom

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Prom night started in Kyle's bathroom, a chaotic ritual of transformation that left us both breathless with laughter and something deeper. We began with sheet masks, the cool hydrogel sheets molding to our faces like translucent veils, essence dripping down our chins as we fumbled to align them under our eyes. "Hold still," I said, pressing his into place, my thumbs tracing the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble beneath. He...