Clark Reid & Reese Rideout In Bro, Your Balls Are Out 🌈

In Bro, Your Balls Are Out, Clark Reid and Reese Rideout have a great time together after Reese notices Clark’s balls hanging out of his pajamas. Reese’s boyfriend is not happy when he realizes what happened right under his nose.

Recap

1. Clark Reid was found by his roommates gaming with his balls hanging out of his onesie pajamas.
2. Reese Rideout took advantage of the situation and sucked Clark’s balls, then licked his hole after undoing the butt flap.
3. Reese fucked Clark from behind while offering Reese’s BF help in the kitchen.
4. Clark squirted frosting on the third wheel’s sweater, and they moved to the couch where Reese pounded Clark doggystyle.
5. The bottom rode Reese’s cock before cumming as Reese fucked him on his back.
6. Reese shot his load on Clark’s face just in time for his man to catch them in the act.

Scene Details

The couple roommates, Clark Reid and Reese Rideout, returned to their shared abode, catching each other by surprise. There was Clark, sprawled out on the couch, fingers dancing across the controller of his gaming console. His balls hung out from the bottom of his onesie pajamas, swinging freely and heavily between his legs like a set of pendulums.

Reese felt the devilish desire simmering within him as his eyes lay trapped by the sight of Clark’s balls. He couldn’t ignore it – the fucking siren song of the sack had him under its spell. The tingle in his cock was unmistakable, and he found himself crawling towards Clark like a predator lingering on its prey. Puppet master to his own body, Reese’s mouth opened wide, enveloping one of Clark’s balls without mercy or restraint.

The sounds of gaming were interrupted by Reese’s saliva-soaked slurping, and Clark reflexively shuddered at the sudden intrusion of wet warmth servicing his balls so eagerly. Caught off guard, he shot a furtive glance towards Reese’s boyfriend milling around the kitchen, pretending to give them the privacy they undeniably yearned for more than anything else at that very moment.

“Come here,” Reese whispered to the boyfriend, stripping away any remaining pretense. “Let me help you out in there.” The boyfriend hesitated, casting one last look at his oblivious lovers, but he finally relented and disappeared into the kitchen.

With the path now clear, Reese could firmly grasp his prize: Reid’s gloriously exposed asshole, hidden behind the butt flap of his onesie pajamas. Reese pried apart those supple mounds of flesh, revealing the forbidden ring of muscle that tightly guarded Clark’s inner sanctum. To hell with buttering up his boyfriend’s ass – Reese was ready to dive straight into Clark’s secret chamber dripping with sinful lust.

The tip of his tongue traced the line where the delicate skin of his asshole met the muscular trench running down the length of Clark’s thighs. Hunger proved too powerful to contain as Reese’s tongue began fluttering inside Clark’s ass with feverish speed. The salty-sweet taste of Clark’s musk filled his mouth, urging him on further until the very thought of slowing down became unbearable to resist.

Clark squirmed beneath him, gripping the fabric of his onesie tight, each flicker of pleasure setting off fireworks behind his tightly shut eyes. As heads turned in the kitchen, fumbling hands reached into drawers searching for gratification – anything to spice up this pathetic orgy of theirs.

Unnoticed by all three, Clark unleashed a heavy stream of frosting all over that hapless third wheel’s sweater. They were so consumed by their lust that they barely paid attention to anything but the grating sound of flesh on flesh, punctuated by low moans from the couch as tremors ran through Clark’s body, revealing his orgasm.

“Shit,” muttered Reese under his breath as he pulled out of Clark’s ass, leaving it mere inches away from feeling his pulsing cock hammering away at that pink heaven. They parted ways briefly, heading towards the couch for the final act of this sordid tale. Clark mounted Reese midair, impaling himself onto the fat rod that stood at total attention between Reese’s legs.

Clark shot his load on Reese’s face just as a door creaked open and Reese’s boyfriend made his way back into the room, mouth agape but eyes hungry for more. When they finally realized they had an audience, it only fueled their depravity further. It was then that the true meaning of passion revealed itself – primal beings lusting after each other’s bodies without shame or hesitation. And Reese? Well, he made sure to tag that one perfect shot right on Clark’s cheek.