axel hart. // twentynine. You can probably find me naked on the internet. likes, oral, voyerism, threesomes, orgasm denial, sensation play, sensory deprivation, wax play, switch, daddy, threesomes. breath play. anti-likes: bloodplay, scat, gore, bestiality.
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let me guess, it falls along the lines of an elder guy, who looks like he desperately wants to bed tied to the bed, and called daddy, while you Twink your little soul out, pup?
Already done getting the set ready for some interesting content to be made tomorrow, so now I rest. Pizza and Resident Evil marathon. I rule.
If anyone feels like joining me, my door is always open.
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how did I respond to this, without bombarding you with half a dozen questions? tell me, how did you end up having sex with another guy, if you weren’t aware that you were into them, up until that point? like were there no subtle hints that made you aware that you were feeling dudes, rather than woman? like there is no way that you were just like “dude let’s bang, see if your dick excites me in any way at all”
Finally got myself out to the beach today, and I think I might have even tanned a little. The view was amazing, but I’m not talking about the water, so I’m feeling super gay today, in both ways, and it’s awesome. So, my question for all of my non-straight friends is: What was the moment you realized you weren’t as straight as you once thought? I mean, for me, it was like, not until I had sex with a dude, but I feel like some of you might have had more subtle things happen that made you realize. And for those of you who are straight, my question is this: …Why?
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posted on hunters personal instastory throughout the night
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posted to hunter personal instagram @rachelhq
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I actually find myself feeling rather nauseated by the all kinda of cute, and sappy being projected here. It’s disturbingly happy for any given person.
It’s official, I think that this is the happiest I will EVER BE, for someone that hasn’t been home in nearly 17 years, it feels like I have never left. Like guys, I feel like I’m buzzing, like constantly buzzing because my brain is trying to snap me out of a dream, but it’s not a dream. Even something so simple as going to a street market, paired with my family and Xavier, makes it all the better. My Lola says hello, because ofc I’ve told her all about this little slice of America, the west coast *not the porn part but shhhhh.
Guys, I’m just real fucking happy right now, the sun, the food, my home– it’s perfect. Exploring everything I was too young to as a child has been my favorite, meeting the locals, putting my Tagalong to good use to finally a thing. I forgot just how hard they party here, I’m feeling like a straight up grandma, but I don’t even want to close my eyes, I want to soak in every second of my beautiful home.
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If dungeons and dragons, were a drinking game designed for both frats and nerds? how do you end up dreaming about getting absolutely plastered, while pretending to be surrounded by lava and wake up finding that you actually want to participate in such a game?
Does anyone know the game True American? And do you know how to play it? Because I had a dream about it and now I’m looking to play. Just as a note, it’s not a video game.
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I’ve yet to actually attend pride in all the years I’ve been out and waving the rainbow flag, so this would actually be my first, and from what I hear, It gets better and better each and every year, as for the attire the head would easily turn the excitement of a full leather bear into something moist but either way, it’s the perfect excuse to strip down into the bare minimal by the end of the night
Two Pride weekends in a row… My poor liver, and body. I’m not used to goin’ to two in a row, let alone two in some of the gayest cities in the world. I mean, LA and SF? I really need to think about what I’m gonna wear. Anyone have any suggestions? Normally I go full leather bear, which I might do fer one of ‘em, but I’m not sure about the other one. Anyone have any suggestions? Ideas… maybe I need to go shoppin’ fer a new outfit.
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JB: You're proving I'm able to convince you of going about anywhere with the promise of my ass and mouth near.
JB: but on a discourging note, I'll pass. I mean I will seat hop most likely and I'll sure to swing around to you to steal you for a hot make out session in some secluded spot in the stadium.
HC: I'm a man who's easily persuaded with the promises of simple pleasures. And who am I to deny myself such a thing?
HC: If I were being forced to interact with the merry band of gays that Rachel parades herself around, than you should be able to sit side by side and keep me company.
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RACHEL: It is a baseball game... there will be guys in their little uniforms...
RACHEL: If I can sit through the game, I think you can too.
RACHEL: And when we get back...
RACHEL: I'll let you decide how you want to spend the rest of the evening.
[morning after]
HUNTER: last night was rather fine, despite me remembering very little from what happened
HUNTER: but either way, I'd climb matt kemp like a tree
HUNTER: your tactic shouldn't have been persuading me to go by getting a free pass at eyeing somewhat attractive men in the tightest of pants
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HUNT:I’m not so sure i remember everything i did last night
HUNT: is this what it feels like to be hungover on stupidly cheap beer?
HUNT: I feel like i got hit by a train, scrap that, several trains
HUNT: please spare me the details, I’d rather not relive the embarrassment of last night
HUNT: but if you find my integrity anywhere, please send it back to me.
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HUNTER: not even I can feign being straight long enough to see through an entire baseball game.
HUNTER: why do you wish such harm on me, Berry?
RACHEL: It's for pride, come on.
RACHEL: I need someone to sit with, I don't want to be the fifth wheel.
RACHEL: Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?
HUNTER: I enjoy pride, when it means men being disguised in the skinniest of outfits
HUNTER: the fifth wheel? I assume, those other are the merry band of gays? tragic
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JB: we're going to the dodgers game, FYI. Balls, babes, gays and best of all, me, you're going to have a great time.
HC: When did I ever betray this hyper masculine man, who needs to validate his heteronormativity by attending a baseball game?
HC: You had me at balls. That being said, enjoy saving me from the mess that would be me attending this game with Rachel Berry, and her merry band of gays.
HC: I'll happily be sure to let you sit between us.
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RACHEL: Hey, are you going to the Dodgers game tonight?
HUNTER: not even I can feign being straight long enough to see through an entire baseball game.
HUNTER: why do you wish such harm on me, Berry?
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KURT: Oh, yeah, the eight zillion texts blowing up her phone right now really say "stay away from me at all costs".
KURT: We're having a sleepover. You'll have to find someone else to stick your dick in tonight.
HUNTER: before you let your hands run away with you, you continue to throw more countless accusations my way, I'll have you know, It's her continuously engaging with me, not the other way around, maybe she finds you too much of a bore, cub?
HUNTER: aren't you just all sorts of adorable. Maybe if you're nice enough, I'll be persuaded to let you join.
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[11.29 PM, 6/1] KURT: Down, boy. Rachel's with me. Go take a cold shower.
HUNTER: I should be offended that you somehow believe that without your intervening, she'd be with me?
HUNTER: but I should be grateful, she's that special kinda person, deserving of a restraining order.
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RACHEL: I have no clue what on Earth you're talking about, Hunter Clarington.
RACHEL: Oh, and during those phone calls you were, what? Just sitting there? I'm a porn star, I know what a man touching himself sounds like.
HUNTER: It's almost rivetingly endearing, when you play dumb, but you aren';t as great as a liar as you believe.
HUNTER: Did I deny doing so? I don't have to like you to be turned on by you, you of all people should know that by now.
[few hours later]
HUNTER: what the actual fuck, Rachel.
HUNTER: THOSE PHOTOS AREN'T ME. THEY'RE FAKE.
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@barbiestarroffiical uploaded a snapchat story (2) @fvckaxels
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