Distraction With Vincent O'Reilly

Vincent O'Reilly, all tempting in a T-shirt and shorts, walks in. Colby's mind is elsewhere, playing video games. As he puts down a backpack, it's clear Vincent has his eyes on Colby's cock. Well, it's clear to us. Vincent must have walked in all horned up because there's a mighty bulge in his shorts. As he strokes himself, Vincent looks down and notices Colby's meat is peeking through the underwear. After sitting on the couch, he caresses Colby's legs and puts a hand on the gamer's dick. He tells Colby to "multitask," placing that hefty piece of meat in his mouth. Colby keeps playing as Vincent's expert tongue gets the job done. He puts his sweet ass in Colby's lap, grinding on Colby's cock. Vincent has had enough. He lubes up Colby's johnson and sits right on it. "So good," Colby whispers. Vincent goes up and down on that shaft, riding Colby like there's no tomorrow. "You still want to keep playing your game," Vincent asks as he takes all of Colby. That backside is working its magic, but he isn't placing the game aside. There's only so much he can take. He eventually shoots a stream of juice in Vincent's hole. That does the trick, persuading Colby to finally put down the console. Vincent places his chest on the coffee table, offering his cum filled ass for another load. "Give me that fucking ass now," Colby orders. He slips his shaft back in, making sure to go right to the balls. He takes every stroke, no matter the speed. "You were thirsty for dick," Colby says. "Oh, yeah," Vincent whimpers. Colby orders Vincent back on the couch. This time on his back. Colby leans in for a kiss but his johnson doesn’t leave Vincent's hole. Vincent grinds his cheeks on Colby. All this fucking pushes Vincent to the edge. He pops a load; the first stream hitting the middle of his smooth stomach. Colby takes some more strokes before pulling out. His juice lands on Vincent's hand. The boys exhale.