Jingle Balls (Deeper) – Part 11 (Patreon)

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I was still balls-deep in Tate when the door exploded open.

The prez — six-foot-four of pure frat authority named Kris — kicked it so hard the handle slammed into the wall and left a dent. His eyes went wide as he took in the scene: me with my hips flush against Tate’s ass, cock buried to the hilt, cum still leaking out around my shaft from the second load I’d just pumped into him.

I panicked and pulled out fast.

The wet schlorp sound was fucking disgusting — loud, and way too wet. A thick glob of my cum immediately followed, pouring out of Tate’s stretched hole in a warm, messy rush and dripping heavily onto the sheets. Tate let out a shaky moan at the sudden emptiness, his hole fluttering and winking as more of my frat load leaked down his taint and balls.

Kris’s face twisted in pure rage. “What the actual fuck, Brad?!”

Behind him, half the frat house was already crowding the doorway, phones out, mouths open.

Before I could even pull my sweats up, Kris started yelling. “Not only are you hosting two non-frats in your room for days — against every fucking rule in the handbook — but you’re making goddamn porn in here?! Maddie sent screenshots to the whole group chat. Her friend Chloe saw Carter’s dick go balls-deep into that twink on a livestream!”

“It’s not like that!” I tried weakly.

But then Kris took one look at the setup — the camera, the ring light, the balaclavas, the lube, the cum-streaked sheets, Tate still bent over the bed with my load leaking down his thighs — and his face twisted in pure disgust.

My stomach dropped through the floor.

Maddie, my ex. Of course. She and Chloe were friends. One text and the entire frat now knew everything.

Kris pointed at me, face red. “You’re out. Both of you. Pack your shit. You’ve got thirty minutes before campus security gets here.”

I stood there naked, cock glistening with cum and lube, brain completely short-circuiting.

Then a very naked, very wet Carter came sprinting out, one hand desperately covering his junk, water still dripping from his hair and body. Chloe was right behind him, livid, chasing him down the hallway in her heels while screaming, “You absolute fucking idiot! I said simulate! Not actually creampie him on a paid livestream!”

Carter looked like a deer in headlights, slipping on the wet floor as he tried to run past the crowd of frat brothers who were now recording everything.

“Chloe, babe, wait—!”

“Don’t you ‘babe’ me, you stupid dick!”

Braden chose that exact moment to stroll out of the other bathroom, fresh from his shower, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist. His hair was still damp, skin flushed pink from the hot water. He took one look at the chaos — me naked with cum still dripping off my cock, Tate bent over the bed leaking my load, Carter running naked down the hall with Chloe screaming after him, and the entire frat crowded in the doorway — and blinked slowly.

“…What is happening?”

The room went dead silent for half a second.

Then Kris pointed at all of us. “Everyone who isn’t a brother — out. Now. Brad and Carter, your boyfriends or whatever you’ve got thirty minutes to clear your shit before I call campus police.”

I stood there frozen, heart pounding, the weight of everything crashing down at once.

Tate stood up slowly, completely naked, no effort to cover up at all. My nut was still running down his thighs from both his ass and the streaks across his stomach and chest. He stretched lazily, then looked straight at Kris with a calm, almost bored expression.

“You can shack up with us, Braddie,” he said casually, voice carrying through the whole room. “I just got a message earlier — the apartment is ready. We can make the sequel there. I’ll help you pack.”

The entire hallway went silent.

Kris’s mouth opened, closed, then opened again. He looked like he was about to explode.

Tate just smiled, wiped a streak of cum off his thigh with two fingers, and licked it off like it was nothing.

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The move-out was a complete shitshow. Kris kicking the door in, half the frat house filming, Chloe screaming at Carter in the hallway while he ran naked and dripping — it was the kind of disaster that would’ve been funny if it wasn’t happening to me. By the time we dragged the last boxes into the new apartment, my shoulders were wrecked and my brain felt fried. The place was actually decent though — open living room, decent kitchen, and one big bedroom with a king bed that suddenly had to fit all four of us.

We killed a couple pizzas and cracked open some cheap beer. The tension from the day slowly melted into tired laughs and shitty jokes. Carter kept muttering about Chloe wanting to murder him, but after a few more drinks he was sprawled on the bed with the rest of us, all of us half-dressed and buzzing. One thing turned into another — shoving, teasing, “just crashing together” excuses — until clothes started coming off and nobody bothered stopping it.

I ended up on top of Tate again, his legs spread wide under me, that familiar vanilla lotion smell mixing with the beer on his breath. My dick was already throbbing hard, the head sliding through his warm cleft as I rocked against him. He looked up at me with that calm little smirk, fingers dragging slow down my chest.

“Missed this already, Braddie?” he whispered, tilting his hips so my leaking tip caught against his tight ring.

I didn’t answer. Just kept grinding the thick head against him, letting the anticipation build while I watched his breath hitch every time I pressed harder. Next to us Carter had Braden on all fours, hands gripping those slim hips, slowly rubbing his own heavy cock along Braden’s cleft. The wet sounds of skin sliding on skin filled the room from both sides.

I finally pushed forward, feeling Tate’s pink pucker stretch around my thickness. Inch by inch I sank in, the gripping heat swallowing me until my hips met his ass. Fuck. His walls fluttered and clenched around every inch, hot and snug, dragging along my shaft as I went balls deep. I held there for a second, just feeling him pulse around me, before I started rolling my hips in slow, deep strokes — pulling almost all the way out so the head caught on his rim, then sliding back in to grind against that spot that made his thighs tremble.

Tate moaned low, legs wrapping tighter around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Yeah… just like that.”

Beside us the bed was already rocking. Carter had sunk into Braden and was thrusting steady, the slap of his hips against Braden’s ass mixing with our own rhythm. Braden was pushing back to meet every stroke, breathy little sounds escaping him while Carter’s thicker tool disappeared between those smooth cheeks over and over.

I picked up the pace, hips snapping harder, the wet smack of skin on skin getting louder. My nuts slapping against Tate’s ass with every thrust, that heavy ache building low in my gut as the friction dragged perfect along my length. Sweat was dripping down my chest, mixing with the mess already smeared between us. Tate’s own dick was trapped against his stomach, leaking steadily and leaving shiny streaks across his skin every time I drove in deep.

How the fuck is this my life now? Four of us crammed on one bed. My roommate balls-deep in my cousin’s best friend right next to me while I’m railing Tate again. After everything that went down today — getting kicked out, the screaming, the phones recording — here I am, buried inside him like I can’t stop.

But fuck… why does it feel so damn good?

The thought kept looping, getting messier every time Tate’s walls squeezed tighter around my dick. I leaned down, kissing him sloppy while I pounded harder, the bed creaking under all four of us. Carter was really going for it now, grunting with every thrust into Braden, the two of them making the whole mattress shake in time with us.

My sack drew up tight, the pressure coiling brutal and hot. I tried to hold it, dragging my strokes slower and deeper, letting the drag and stretch build until my legs started shaking. Tate was clenching rhythmic around me, milking my shaft on every pull-back like he wanted to pull everything out of me.

“Shit— Tate—” I groaned, slamming in one last time and holding deep.

The first heavy flood ripped through me, thick surges pumping straight into his clenching heat, filling him until it started leaking out around my base with every shallow grind. My vision whited out for a second, legs trembling as wave after wave kept pumping deep, emptying my balls into that gripping warmth. I couldn’t stop moving, grinding through it, milking every last spurt inside him while Tate moaned into my mouth and spilled hot streaks across his own stomach.

Next to us Carter buried himself all the way inside Braden with a choked grunt, hips stuttering as he flooded Braden deep. Braden whimpered and clenched, his own nut painting the sheets beneath him in messy spurts.

We all collapsed in a sweaty, sticky pile, breathing hard, the room thick with the smell of sex and vanilla lotion and spilled beer. Tate nuzzled into my neck with a soft, satisfied laugh. Carter mumbled something that sounded like “holy fuck” against Braden’s shoulder.

I stared up at the ceiling, heart still hammering, my softening dick still tucked inside Tate’s warm, leaking hole.

Damn… This felt way too good. And some stupid part of me already knew we weren’t stopping anytime soon.