Blake Hart

Beauty & The Jock - Part 8

Best Laid Plans

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Breakfast lingered in my mind as we stepped out into the morning, the taste of bacon and Matty’s laughter still fresh. Kyle suggested a walk to a nearby park, and I didn’t argue. The air was crisp, the kind of spring morning that smelled like cut grass and possibility, with sunlight filtering through the budding trees. We wandered down a quiet street, our sneakers scuffing against the sidewalk, the world feeling softer aft...

Getting Some Help – Part 9

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Getting Some Help – Part 8

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Getting Some Help – Part 7

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Airport Fuckover

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Baron Hargrove cut through LAX's international terminal swarm like a pro, his dark, neatly tousled hair catching the light just so—perks of a stylist on speed dial and genes that kept him looking sharper than his 38 years. Handsome in that commanding, exec way, with a fit frame stretching his charcoal suit and a jawline begging for a graze of stubble, he was all business en route to Tokyo for another merger grind. At the automated check-in kiosk, he scan...

Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 5

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The bus roared to life, a chaotic blaze of energy as hockey players and figure skaters crammed the seats, voices overlapping in a wild symphony of laughter and chatter. The air buzzed with excitement, the hum of the engine mixing with the rustle of duffels and the occasional clink of hidden beer cans smuggled onboard. Sunlight streamed through smudged windows, casting golden streaks across the rows, illuminating the flushed faces of freshers hyped...

My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 3

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Jordan lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the edge of the couch. My heart pounded as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. My cheeks flushed at the sight of it—had he planned this? Had he really been thinking about this as much as I had?

He caught my expression and chuckled softly. “I like to be prepared,” he said, squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers. “Relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

I nodd...

My Best Friend’s Hot Dad – Part 2

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I couldn’t believe what was happening. The feel of his strong body pressed against mine, his lips devouring me, was more than I’d ever fantasized. Jordan’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him as his mouth moved to my neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses that made me gasp.

“You’ve been looking at me all day,” he rasped against my skin, his voice rough. “Did you think I didn’t notice?”

I couldn’t sp...

My Best Friend’s Hot Dad - Part 1

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When Matt invited me to spend the weekend at his place, I didn’t hesitate. His house was massive, the kind you only saw in movies, with a pool, a game room, and a fridge stocked with snacks I could only dream of affording. It was the perfect setup for a lazy weekend of gaming, junk food, and hanging out—something we hadn’t done in far too long.

We arrived late Friday afternoon. I dumped my bag in the guest room while Matt booted up his console i...

International Manwhore – Part 8

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My office at the U.S. Embassy was a closet with delusions of grandeur—barely enough room for a desk piled with memos, a flickering fluorescent light buzzing like a hungover wasp, and a window framing the Thames, twinkling like it knew I was screwed. I was halfway through sorting reports—trainee bullshit to keep my cover—when Leona’s heels clicked down the hall. My stomach twisted. Her text from yesterday, big news, had kept me up a...

International Manwhore – Part 7

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I paced the suite at The Echelon, the Thames reflecting London outside like it was laughing at my nerves. The room smelled of polish and nervous energy, my sweat was souring the vibe. Leona’s cryptic text had landed an hour ago: Expect a visitor this evening. Mission prep. That was it. No details. My stomach churned. After Jules and that femboy porn fluke, I was braced for more “coaching.” A blowjob was one thing—p...

International Manwhore – Part 6

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The private club Asher dragged me to was a dimly lit den of leather armchairs and crystal decanters, tucked away in a Mayfair backstreet where the air smelled like aged whiskey and quiet deals. It was the kind of place where billionaires like my dad, whispered about mergers over cigars, but tonight it was our "social immersion" spot. Leona's orders: practice blending into Adrien's world without looking like a fish out of water. Asher lounged across...

Beauty & The Jock - Part 7

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I woke to the soft tug of hoodie strings against my cheek, a gentle, rhythmic pull that felt like a kitten playing with yarn. My eyes fluttered open, and there was Kyle, propped on one elbow, his face inches from mine, twirling the strings with a lazy grin. I was half-draped over him, my chest pressed against his side, one leg tangled with his under the rumpled sheets. His room was bathed in morning light, the curtains doing a terrible job of block...

Beauty & The Jock - Part 6

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The week after the party, my phone buzzed with a notification I didn’t expect: Kyle Reynolds added me on Snapchat. I stared at the screen, thumb hovering, half-convinced it was a glitch. But there it was, his username, bold and real, like he’d decided I wasn’t invisible anymore. I added him back, and by the next day, we were messaging. Every day.

It started small. I sent him a link to a gentle cleanser for his post-practice sweat. He re...

Getting Some Help – Part 6

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Sticks, Tricks, and Dicks – Part 4

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The morning light filtered through the blinds of my dorm, casting soft golden stripes across the rumpled sheets where Chris and I lay tangled, his arm a heavy, comforting weight over my waist. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the heater kicking on, the air thick with the sweet scent of our night—sweat, sex, and the woody undertone of his cologne clinging to the fabric. My head pulsed faintly from the homecoming beer, but his presenc...

Stranger on the Bus – Part 11 - Finale

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The night bus hummed along, its dim lights casting a soft glow over the mostly empty seats. Max had insisted on the back row, furthest from the driver, his suitcase wedged under our feet. He leaned against the window, his blonde hair a mess, wearing my old flannel—stolen, as usual—his legs sprawled across my lap. The air smelled of stale coffee and diesel, the road stretching dark and endless outside.

“Remember the first time we met on ...

International Manwhore – Part 5

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The embassy's copy room was a beige purgatory, humming with fluorescent lights and the drone of machines. I stood there, pretending to be a trainee—because that's what I was, officially—feeding stacks of meaningless memos into the copier. Boring as hell, but it beat sitting around. Click, whir, spit out copies. I zoned out, thinking what a joke this was. Might as well copy my dick and balls for fun, staple them to Dad's desk as a memo: "Urgent:...

International Manwhore – Part 4

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The next day hit like a hangover without the fun part. I met Asher at some upscale shopping district in Mayfair, the kind of place where the air smelled like old money and judgment. I was in my usual gear—a Ralph Lauren polo shirt tucked into Nautica chinos, Abercrombie sneakers scuffed from too many frat parties. Comfortable, American, me.

Asher showed up looking like he’d just been air-dropped from a Milan runway—tailored chinos, a li...

International Manwhore – Part 3

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I slouched in a velvet armchair in a suite at The Echelon, Canary Wharf. The Thames sparkled outside, all smug and romantic, like it knew something I didn’t. The room smelled like citrus polish and coffee.

My tie hung loose, half-untied from pacing, and Adrien Laroque’s dossier lay sprawled on the coffee table, his smirk taunting me from a glossy photo. Those footnotes—Likes big genitals, drawn to bold confidence, strictly a bottom<...