Jingle Balls (Deeper) – Part 10 (Patreon)

Everyone in this story is 18+

-------------Brad’s POV------------

The second the red light on the main camera went dark, Carter ripped the balaclava off like it was choking him.

“Shit… shit shit shit.” His eyes were wild, chest heaving as he stared at the sloppy mess leaking out of Braden. Thick, pearly-white cum was slowly oozing from Braden’s stretched hole, running in shiny, viscous trails down his inner thighs and dripping onto the dark sheets in heavy drops. Some of it had already pooled in a small, glistening puddle between Braden’s knees.

Carter’s voice cracked with panic. “Y’all think she watched? Will she know? Could you tell it was real? Like… could you tell I actually nutted inside him?”

Braden straightened up slowly, wincing as another thick glob of Carter’s load pushed out of his hole and slid warmly down his leg. He gave a small, breathless laugh. “Dude… it was very real.”

Carter looked like he was seconds away from a full panic attack. His cock was still half-hard, shiny with lube and leftover cum, swinging heavily between his legs as he gestured frantically. “Fuck. I just raw-dogged a gay dude on camera. For money. Chloe’s gonna kill me if she finds out I didn’t fake it.”

Braden grabbed a towel and pressed it between his legs, trying to contain the steady leak. “I need a shower too. In case Chloe decides on a full anal inspection later.”

Tate, still sprawled lazily on the edge of the bed with his own cum streaked across his stomach and chest in messy ropes, let out a low, amused chuckle. “Don’t hit the same shower as Carter. I think he’s had enough straight-boy panic for one day.” He winked at me, eyes dark and sparkling with pure mischief.

Carter didn’t even argue. He snatched a towel and practically fled toward the bathroom, muttering “what the fuck did I just do” under his breath the entire way. The door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang.

The room fell into a heavy, sex-soaked silence. It was just me and Tate now, the air thick with the raw smell of sweat, cum, and lube.

I turned to him slowly, heart still hammering.

“You’re certainly the expert on straight boy panic,” I said, my voice rough and low.

Tate tilted his head, lips curving into that dangerous little smile I was starting to hate how much I liked. “Guilty.”

I stepped closer, backing him up until the back of his thighs hit the edge of the bed. “Did you plan this all along? Getting Carter involved… pushing him until he broke?”

Tate looked up at me through his lashes, completely unbothered. “Maybe.”

“You little schemer,” I muttered.

I didn’t give him time to reply.

I grabbed him by the hips, spun him around, and bent him over the bed. He was still plugged — the fat red jeweled base nestled snugly between his smooth cheeks. I hooked two fingers around the base and pulled it out with a wet pop, tossing it aside. His hole stayed slightly open for a moment, glistening and puffy.

I lined my throbbing cock up and thrust in hard.

Tate moaned loud and shameless as I buried myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke. The grip was still there, the heat was insane — tight walls fluttering around every thick inch of me like they never wanted to let go. I didn’t hold back. I fucked him hard and deep, hips slamming against his ass with loud, wet slaps that echoed through the small dorm room.

“Fuck… Brad…” Tate gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets as I railed him. His back arched beautifully, ass rippling with every powerful impact. I gripped his hips tighter, pounding into him with long, punishing strokes, watching the way his hole stretched around my thick dick on every pull-out, only to swallow me back in greedily.

My balls were already drawing up tight, slapping loudly against him with every thrust. Sweat dripped down my chest, mixing with the leftover oil on my skin. Every slam sent sparks up my spine. I could feel the pressure building slow and vicious in my gut, that deep ache in my balls getting worse with every wet slap of skin on skin.

Tate pushed back against me harder, meeting every thrust, his voice turning breathy and desperate. “Harder… fuck me like you mean it…”

That did it.

My orgasm hit like a freight train. My vision tunneled, balls pulling up tight, and I felt the first heavy surge rip through me. I pulled out at the last second, stroking myself furiously over his ass. Thick, heavy ropes of cum erupted across his perky cheeks — messy, pearly-white streaks painting his smooth skin and lower back, some of it landing in the dip of his spine and slowly dripping down the curve of his ass. I kept pumping until every last drop was smeared across him, marking him thoroughly.

But I didn’t go soft.

My cock stayed rock-hard, still throbbing angrily, slick with my own cum. I used the mess I’d just made as lube — smearing it over his hole with the head of my dick — and pushed back inside him in one smooth, filthy slide.

Tate moaned loud, pushing back greedily. “Yes… fuck… give it to me again…”

I fucked him even harder this time, using my own cum as slick, the wet sounds even filthier now. His hole was sloppy and warm, gripping me perfectly as I railed him deep. Tate started begging between moans, voice wrecked.

“Cum inside me… please, Brad… fill me up… I want it…”

I gripped his hips tight and pounded into him, chasing that second load. The pressure built again, slower this time but deeper, my nuts tightening once more as I felt myself getting close.

With a low growl I slammed in to the hilt and came surprisingly much — pulsing jets flooding deep inside him, pumping him full until cum started leaking out around my shaft with every final thrust. I kept grinding through it, milking every last drop into his guts while Tate moaned and clenched around me, taking it all.

I stayed buried inside him for a long moment, breathing hard, staring down at the mess — my cum leaking from his hole, streaked across his ass, dripping down his thighs.

Tate let out a satisfied little hum, glancing back over his shoulder with that smug, post-sex glow in his eyes.

I stood there, still buried deep, heart racing.

This whole situation was spiraling completely out of control.

And the worst part?

I wasn’t sure I wanted it to stop.