Blake Hart

The Size of Texas – Part 11

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-------------Austin’s POV------------

Daddy knelt in the middle of my bedroom. The crotchless front framed him perfectly — heavy, half-hard, already wet — while the rest of him looked like he’d just stepped out of his driveway. Tight white T-shirt, ball cap still on, wedding ring catching the light.

“Say it,” I told him, lounging back against the headboard, one knee up.

“I live next door,” he said,...

The Size of Texas – Part 10

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-------------Texas’s POV------------

The second the bedroom door clicked, Hayes was peeling off his shirt. He always called himself average — plain bagel, no cream cheese — but as that wiry frame came into view, which made me think of Calvin Klein ads I’d jerked off to in high school. Not average, all I saw were lines I wanted under my hands and in my mouth. His shoulders weren’t broad, but they were smooth and tigh...

Roomies in Arms - Part 22

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Hunter’s jet — or more likely his father’s — looked less like a plane and more like an airborne hotel lobby feng-shui’d by a Formula 1 driver with crypto sponsorships.

Glass bar. Light leather seating imported from somewhere endangered. Mood lighting that adjusted based on the drink in your hand. The word gaudy didn’t cover it — this was gold plated wealth in heatstroke.

“I thought private jets were meant to be ...

Roomies in Arms - Part 21

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Asher glanced around the flat, smoothing a nonexistent wrinkle on his already pristine jumper. “Should we have booked a meeting room at a hotel instead? This place is kind of… dilapidated.”

I sighed and folded my arms. “Yes, well. At least it’s clean.”

I glanced at Lex. “Well. Clean-ish.”

He was on the couch with one sock half-off, on his laptop with the unnerving focus of someone defusing a bomb or installing malw...

My Uncle Chris – Part 16 - Finale

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The dorm room smelled like fresh paint and my half-unpacked duffel, clothes spilling onto the floor next to a hockey stick propped against the wall. I sprawled on the narrow bed, my navy tee riding up, my jeans snug from the long day of settling in. Chris sat on the edge, his black sweater hugging his broad chest, his dark hair slightly messy from running his hands through it. He looked tired, but his brown eyes had that warm, steady spark that alw...

The Repairman

Hey everyone! This was originally shared on my subreddit, r/TheGayErotica, but I thought I’d repost it here too. I’ve also put together a new collection featuring a couple of my standalone stories — plus there’s a 2025-08-05 20:00:05 +0000 UTC View Post

Creampied the Server

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I wanted to go home. That’s all I thought about when I stumbled into the diner, a bed, four walls, silence. The graveyard shift will grind you down to nothing: twelve hours standing guard at an empty lot, watching monitors that never change, drinking coffee that tastes like wet cardboard. By the time the sun threatens the horizon, you’re a zombie.

The bell over the door gives a tired little ding when I push through. Fluorescent light stab...

The Size of Texas – Part 9

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I didn’t say yes.
I definitely didn’t say no either.

I just turned.

Hands shaking, chest tight, I hooked my thumbs in my waistband and pushed my shorts down, letting them fall to the tile. My cock sprang free, flushed and leaking, humiliating in its own honesty.

Then I bent over the counter.

Cheek against cool granite. Heart pounding so hard it drowned out the faint bass still thumping through the walls upstairs.

The Size of Texas – Part 8

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I swallowed hard, heat crawling up my neck. Ashlee’s weight shifted on Troy’s lap, her bikini straps sliding against his shoulders. The music outside was still pounding, muffled through the walls, but in here everything felt quieter — like the world had shrunk to the three of us.

“What about Ayden?” I blurted, voice cracking in a way that made me hate myself instantly. “Should someone… go talk to him?”

Ashlee didn’t ev...

The Size of Texas – Part 7

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The next morning, the house smelled like burnt bacon and leftover chlorine. Everyone was sluggish, scattered across the kitchen table.

Mom breezed in wearing a red blazer, hair teased to heaven, pearls swinging like a weapon. Behind her came Dad, lugging a cooler that looked older than me.

“Well,” Mom said brightly, clapping her hands, “I am off to the convention!”

Antonia, still in pajama shorts and sunglasses, raised a b...

Roomies in Arms - Part 20

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I woke up hard, Again.

Brilliant….

Another dream — Lex the main fixture, obviously. Less pure chaos than usual, more… intensity. Hands pinning mine, breath in my ear, muttering things I’d never admit out loud unless bribed with state secrets or a very strong gin and tonic.

The flat was silent. Everyone else had early lectures. Which meant it was just me, my rather inconvenient titanium-like erection, and the faint...

Roomies in Arms - Part 19

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I checked the mailbox again.

Still nothing.

No discreet brown box. No telltale shipping label. Just bills and a takeaway menu for “Lord of the Wings.”

I sighed, shoving it closed before Lex saw me loitering there like a pervert waiting for a parcel. Which — fine — I was.

“Anything?” Lex called from the kitchen table, surrounded by loose sketches of Astra’s UI and a mug that smelled like energy drink and despair...

My Uncle Chris – Part 15

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-------------Grayson’s POV------------

The plane hummed around us, a low drone that felt like the only thing keeping the world from crashing in. First class was as plush as it had been on the way to London—wide seats, soft blankets, champagne flutes still sweating from our last toast—but the vibe was different now. The cabin lights were dim, the sky outside a gray blur of clouds, and Chris sat beside me, his broad shoulders slumped slig...

The Size of Texas – Part 6

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The deck door slid open behind me. The others. Closer than I wanted them to be.

Panic shot through me like a live wire. I looked down into the foaming water — and froze.

There it was.

Evidence, floating cum looking like a couple of tiny jellyfishes. Floating between us, bobbing in the bubbles like a crime scene clue.

“Ayden,” I hissed under my breath, already shifting to block it with my hand.

He followed my gaze...

The Size of Texas – Part 5

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Just then, Troy launched himself into the pool in a backflip so chaotic it was half Olympic, half “bachelor party gone wrong.” The splash hit like a tidal wave, soaking all of us and mercifully cutting off Ashlee’s question.

I surfaced, coughing, hair plastered to my forehead. Ayden was laughing. Austin clapped slow. Antonia didn’t even flinch — sunglasses still on, popsicle still in her mouth like she’d been through this a thousa...

Roomies in Arms - Part 18

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When I got back to the collective, the place was unusually quiet. Nick and Jax were on the couch, half-watching some sports programme— something about fighting furniture — and eating dry cereal straight from the box.

“Where’s Lex?” I asked, kicking off my shoes.

“Study group,” Nick said, not looking away from the screen. “Or building a doomsday device. One of those.”

“Wouldn’t even surprise me,” Jax added, ...

Roomies in Arms - Part 17

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“Sebby, you screamed in your sleep. Are you okay?”

I blinked up at him, throat dry, sweat sticking my hair to my forehead. I couldn’t even respond — not yet. Everything felt too much: the heavy air, the pounding in my chest, all the hands that hadn’t been real.

“I—” My voice cracked. I sat up too fast, still dazed, and shoved the duvet off me.

Big mistake.

There it was.

A clear, obvious stain s...

Roomies in Arms - Part 16

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I had hardly spoken to Lex since the incident. I was still mortified — not because it had grossed me out, but because it hadn’t. Not even close. If anything, it had been too much. Too intense. Too real.

So when Lex stepped out of his room like he was gearing up to talk, I panicked.

I did something reckless.

I grabbed my phone and called Brady while Lex just stood there, clearly on the verge of saying somethin...

Stranger on the Bus – Part 6

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The morning was cool even in the middle of summer, still damp with leftover fog clinging to the edges of the woods. I was already outside when Max padded barefoot onto the porch, wearing only one of my flannels—too big, barely buttoned, sleeves rolled, nothing underneath but cocky attitude and smooth thighs.

He somehow looked like he belonged there.

Or like he’d already ruined me and knew it.

“You ready to earn your...

The Size of Texas – Part 4

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Ashlee stood by the window in her bikini, tugging at the bottom strap while fastening some glittery charms to the bikini bottom, while eyeing the backyard.

“Well, look at that,” she said, biting her lip. “It seems Troy already had his swim trunks on under his shorts. Also, shirtless seems to be his default.”

I didn’t answer. She wasn’t exactly whispering.

She turned and looked at me over her shoulder, still watching hi...

The Size of Texas – Part 3

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I was still trying to unsee the bathroom incident when I glanced out the kitchen window.

That’s when I saw it.

An Escalade the size of a tank rolled into our driveway, dust trailing behind it like a biblical omen.

I stared.

“God save us all,” I muttered.

From the front, I heard the sound of boots on concrete and a door opening.

Antonia looked up from her coffee and sighed. “Great.”

Austin...

Roomies in Arms - Part 15

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It wasn’t even midnight yet, but the flat smelled like cold pizza, stale tea, and ambition. Lex was pacing in his "booty.exe" boxers—an actual printed binary code snaking across the waistband, and I was curled up on the sofa with my laptop, poking holes in the Astra outline draft.

“We’ll need an actual brand voice,” I muttered. “Something sharp but not smug. Approachable. Sexy, maybe.”

“So me, basically,...

Stranger on the Bus – Part 5

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Max was on his knees, looking up at me with that already familiar, dangerous grin—the one that said he knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly what I needed. His fingers grazed the waistband of my sweats as he cooed, “What did you have in mind?”

Before I could answer, he tugged them down and wrapped his mouth around my cock like it was his damn job.

No slow buildup. No pretense. Just spit, heat, and hunger in his eyes.

H...

My Uncle Chris – Part 14

He was tight, perfect, his hole pink and so tight

[Commission Piece]

Everyone in this story is 18+ and fully consenting. There is also no blood relations between any characters as they are in-laws

-------------Chris’s POV------------

The restaurant was a quiet corner of London, tucked away from the tourist traps, with low lighting that made everything feel softer, more intimate. Candlelight flickered on the table, casting a warm glow over Gr...

Stranger on the Bus – Part 4

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Max stood barefoot in the kitchen, my flannel wrapped around his waist, a mug of coffee in one hand and his phone in the other.

He was calling his dad.

I watched from the doorway, arms crossed, still shirtless and nursing a sore back from our second... or third round. The kid could fuck like he had something to prove. Maybe he did.

The call connected.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Max said into the phone. “No, I’m fine. I fell ...

Stranger on the Bus – Part 3

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Sunlight spilled across the tangled sheets, warm against my bare back. I blinked slowly, breath thick, body heavy with soreness. My thighs ached. My ass was still stretched, used and crusty. My cock was hard again already—morning wood, sure, but there was more to it than usual.

Max was still asleep beside me, half on his stomach, half on me. His hair was a mess, his face smudged with dried sweat and a streak of his own cum across his cheek....