Rainy Mondays and No Blue Balls
Bam
After Dad, Ike, and the boys settled in, it was about a month later after the fuck session we had in Tank’s room.
Autumn arrived in our town on a rainy Monday. I went to have lunch with my dad, Ike, and Clayton. We actually met at the bar where Seth worked. We had lunch and were having a few beers when Clayton was mostly on his phone. He was the youngest Quigley boy.
“I’ll be back, gotta take a leak,” he said and walked towards the bathroom. He was gone a while. Then the beer hit me. I told my dad I’d be back and just went to the restroom.
As soon as I walked in, I heard moaning come from the stall, and the stall door was open — which, at this point, didn’t actually surprise me. I saw Clayton standing there, obviously getting his cock sucked.
“Are none of the Quigley men straight?” I said to myself.
I walked in and closed the door. I started walking towards the urinal but went into the stall with them instead. No surprise to me, it was Seth on his knees sucking Clayton’s pretty good-sized cock.
Clayton never said a word to me, just enjoyed the cocksucker’s throat. I closed the stall door. Clayton finally spoke.
“Should I make him stop?” he asked.
“Fuck no. Nobody wants blue balls,” I said with a smirk.
“His break should almost be over. Gotta feed him,” he said with a chuckle.
I slid my cock out and got behind Seth, slid his pants down, and just slid my dick into his hole. I could tell it had already been used.
Another spit roast in the book, I thought to myself.
We pumped him in sync, and before we knew it, we both shot ropes into him — both ends — without even telling him. He got up, slid his pants up.
“I better go back,” he said, leaving me and Clayton in the stall.
I looked at him. “He totally had a load or two in his hole,” I laughed.
“He’s such a slut,” Clayton laughed.
My cock was still hard. “Maybe we should head back,” I said. I was going to put my cock away, but before I could, Clayton stopped me.
“Think you have another load in those balls, bro?” he asked me.
“I’m sure I could squeeze one out. What do you have in mind?”
He pulled out a small tube of lube, then he pulled his pants down and lubed up his hole, putting his hands on the stall wall. I pushed my cock inside his hole and started fucking him. I started pounding his hole hard — so hard, in fact, we never even heard the door open.
Then we heard, “Clay, are you okay in there?” It was Ike.
I was at the point where I couldn’t stop.
“Yeah, Dad, I’m good,” he said in between moans.
I was at that point I was about to cum. I couldn’t help it.
“Fuck,” I moaned, shooting ropes into his hole.
I then heard a chuckle from Ike. We put our pants up and walked out of the stall. Ike never said a word, but he was smiling hard.
