Blake Hart
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Jingle Balls – Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-12-10 21:00:07 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+
Intro
There I was, frat god of my college, 6’2 of muscle, and I’ll say it myself, pure hotness with a huge cock to match. I could have any girl I wanted, and I had of course picked the hottest one on campus. Maddie, sophomore, but still rocking a tight pair of slightly enhanced freshman titties and a toned little butt. She was stupid hot and a total whore for my cock. I didn’t love her (she wasn’t exactly wife material, more like a walking disaster), but she swallowed my fat frat dick like a champion and rode it hard, so she’d do until something fresher came along.
I was at the last party of the semester with my squad before flying out with Mom to Aunt Lisa’s place in another state for Christmas and New Year’s. Aunt Lisa has a son, this chubby, effeminate little shit named Tate. I hadn’t seen him in years, but growing up he was always that annoying kid playing with dolls while the rest of us normal cousins threw balls, watched games, and eventually talked girls. Tate just pranced around painting his nails.
Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. Tate pulled some seriously fucked-up shit last Christmas, and I’m about to tell you horny bastards every detail. First, though, we’re going back to that last night at the off-campus party with Maddie.
The Last Party
Music blasted through the rented house. Normally we threw ragers at the frat, but half the guys, me included, were leaving early the next morning, so this one was off-campus.
“Brad, your mom is such a cunt,” Maddie slurred, clinging to me so she wouldn’t face-plant. “I don’t get why she hates me. I’m your girlfriend. Refusing to let me come for Christmas is fucked up. What did I ever do to her?”
“Babe, apparently she didn’t love you puking tequila on the turkey this Thanksgiving.” I pressed myself against her perfect silicone tits, letting my cock harden against her petite frame. “She’s kinda particular about vomit on her food.”
“Omg, that was an honest mistake. I was nervous and taking the edge off.” She burped tequila and tacos. “She’s always grilling me about what I’ll do if the influencer thing flops. Hello, I just landed that Temu hair-extension collab, ten percent off code and everything. It’s taking off.”
“I know, babe. You’re killing it.” I leaned closer, grinding my erection into her. “You’re getting me so damn hard in that dress. Wanna head back and let me wreck you?”
“Yeah, this party’s lame anyway.” She stumbled toward the door.
I kept an arm around her waist so those sexy heels wouldn’t send her sprawling. My cock was rock-hard, but the porch was dark enough that nobody could tell. My frat brother Mark was out there smoking a cig. Maddie immediately lurched toward him.
“Bye Markie! Me and Brad are going now. Merry Christmas.”
She draped herself around Mark for a second, seemed to shush him about something. I was staring up at the stars, figured he was just cracking a joke about us bailing to fuck.
I just waved. “See you next year, bro. Have a good one with the fam.”
Mark just smirked. I never liked that arrogant prick, too high on himself. I’m way more down-to-earth myself.
I steered Maddie into the waiting Uber and we headed back to the house.
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Back in my room we were all over each other. She stripped me fast, sank to her knees, and gagged herself on my dick, lips stretched wide, tongue swirling the head.
“You’re so big, baby. I can barely fit you,” she slurred, then went right back to bobbing.
I pulled her off before she hurled. “Fuck me, Brad. I need it.”
She dragged me to the bed, stroked me a few times, then flopped onto her back and spread. I climbed on top, kissed her hard, and pressed the head against her soaked pussy.
“Yeah, fuck me, Markie…” she whispered, eyes already fluttering shut.
Then, snore city.
I froze. Did she just…? My cock throbbed, pissed off and denied. I thought about waking her ass up and demanding answers, but blue balls were screaming louder than pride. I’d deal with the Mark shit tomorrow.
I locked myself in my private bathroom (senior VP perks), pulled up porn, and jerked hard in front of the sink, watching my ripped body and thick cock in the mirror. Shit, I really was hot enough to do porn.
Hand flying, squeezing my sack, right on the edge, timing my load to the dude on-screen…
Ping. Snapchat notification: “Tate-the-Great” added you.
Fucking ruined.
Couldn’t stop. Thick ropes blasted the sink while I stared at my own reflection, riding it out. At least I looked like a god doing it.
Cleaned up, ignored the add from Tate-the-Not-So-Great, crawled into bed next to my passed-out girlfriend, and hoped for morning head before my flight.
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No such luck. I awoke alone, clock screaming red, sprinted through a shower, threw the rest of my shit in a bag, and bolted to the airport. Made it just as they called final boarding.
“Brad! You should have been here two hours ago! Do you have any idea how much these tick…”
I threw my arms around Mom. “Merry Christmas! See, I made it.”
She melted instantly. Best-son smile for the win.
Figured the holiday wouldn’t be that bad. Maddie was acting shady, sure, but Aunt Lisa and Mom were chill. Probably some neighborhood hotties to flirt with, some dudes to talk ball with.
Boy, was I fucking wrong.
Comments
Jules
Markie can HAVE that dumpster fire!
Blake
I'm glad I got you craving more of this story :) Brad is a arrogant twat fs. But I do hope he has some tiny undercurrent of charm, at least eventually;)
Devin
Dude…..this was way too short! I hate Brad and love him at the same time. Ok, I love him a little bit more. He’s definitely hot, but the arrogance I can take a pass on. Ok, so his girlfriend is fucking his frat bro, Markie. If Brad is all he says he is, beat the shit out of him, expel him from the frat and dump the skank. Get yourself a good piece of man ass and you won’t have that wet, sloppiness to deal with. In other words, fuck the pussy boy cuz until something else comes along.
