The shower room was old; the tiles on the wall were worn and cracking in places, and the floor was concrete sloping down to a drain in the middle of the room. But at least the water heater worked well. The two showers that were running full blast produced hot water that nearly filled the room with steam. The two studs fucking in the middle were almost hidden by it -- almost, but not quite. The young boy who accidentally found himself spying on them could see what they were doing, but he couldn't tell who they were. But there was something familiar about the blond hunk who was getting his ass brutally fucked by a stud dick that seemed to be a couple of inches wide as it plowed roughly in and out of the blonde's taut, muscular ass. And it wasn't another man getting fucked. The young boy suddenly recognized the voice. It was Brad Pitt who was getting royally fucked and loving every second of it! Brad moaned as he grasped his left knee tighter to balance himself and beat his own hard prick. "Fuck me, stud," he moaned loudly. "Oh, yeaaaahhh, dick up this hot boy hole. Ram that boy fucking cock home!" The man on top just grunted and started thrusting harder. He was powerfully built, with hairy legs and a smooth masculine butt. The watching boy caught glimpses of dark curling hair on his chest, but since the steam hid the man's face, the boy focused on the long, wide cock and the huge balls. He'd never seen anything like this before; hadn't even thought it was possible, but his own dick was suddenly hard inside his gym shorts and jock. The boy reached down and unconsciously began massaging his own stiff meat while the fuck scene got even better, the man ramming his meat faster and faster into the squirming hole in front of him until the two fuckers went over the edge, moaning and grunting their lust as they shot enormous loads of cum simultaneously. And so did the watching boy! The two fuckers were loud enough that they shouldn't have heard anything else but their own cries -- only they did. The man quickly pulled his huge meat out of Brad's cum-slimy ass and turned to face the shower. Brad staggered a little at the loss of all the fuck meat up his shitter and then turned to stare at the open door...right into the eyes of the boy who had been watching them. Brad lost no time. His still-hard prick thrusting out in front of him, he quickly moved over to the boy, blocking the view of the shower room and the man inside, and then grabbed the boy's shoulder and pulled him into the locker room. The boy was too surprised to resist, and hung his head. "Now, look...uh, what's your name, kid?" The boy just murmured, "Carl," without looking up. He couldn't. He was mesmerized by the huge prick that was just starting to go soft, and the plump, hairy balls, with the thatch of golden crotch-hair plastered against Brad's balls and belly from the steam and sweat. Brad started to open his mouth to tell the boy he had to keep quiet about what he had seen, but suddenly he realized that the boy wasn't just bashful, he was staring at Brad's cock! And the front of the boy's shorts had a nice, fresh stain...a cum stain right at the tip of a clearly-outlined slender prick. However much the kid had seen, he sure the fuck liked it! Brad's prick immediately started rising. "You turned on by us, Carl?" "No! I..." The boy still wouldn't look up, but he was beginning to breathe a little heavier at the sight of Brad's cock starting to surge to full staff, and the boy's own rod was beginning to stiffen again, too. "Your dick says different." Brad reached down with one hand and groped the slender boy meat under the shorts. The boy gasped and tried to pull away. "Uh, no, please, please don't. It's wrong, it's...." Brad's grip was too strong, though. "Uh-uh, Carl. It isn't wrong, it's fun. And you'd like some of that hot action, too, wouldn't you?" "No. Please, no. Let me go." The boy twisted and tried to get away, but Brad let go of the young prick and grabbed the boy's shoulders. He moved close so his dripping cock was almost touching the boy's chest. "You ever beat your meat, kid?" Carl stopped squirming, and just nodded, then added, "And I'm not a kid! I'm 18!" "Well, then, grab hold of your meat and show me how good you are." Once again, Carl tried to get away, but Brad was too strong. "Look, kid, you know your dick is hard and so is mine. So be a buddy and help me get my rocks off. Now do it!" Brad's voice had gotten rough, and he shook the boy's shoulders a little on the last sentence. "Pull your pants down, kid. 'Lemme see your stiff meat." Hesitantly, the boy did as he was told. With both hands he shoved his gym shorts and jock down past his skinny hips, releasing a slender young cock in all its hard horny glory, while Brad pulled the boy's tee-shirt over his head. The boy's young flesh was soft and gleaming white and smooth. "Beat your prick, Carl. Pump that meat while I pump mine." Brad's left hand caressed Carl's neck and shoulders, stroking down across his tender young tits. Brad moved in close, bending his legs so that his thrusting prick was up at an angle, the head rubbing the boy's silky-smooth chest, while down below, he could feel the boy's prickhead pushing against his thighs and then his hairy balls. Brad knew he wasn't going to last long, even though he'd just cum. Not with such hot young dick in front of him. But he'd last long enough that the kid wouldn't notice the man moving quickly out of the shower, and into the lockers, grabbing his clothes so that he could hurriedly dress and leave. And it was only a few moments later that Brad's meat exploded, splashing hot cum all over the boy's chest and sliding down to his belly. Stunned at the feeling, the boy's own rod began pumping, too, spurting large wads of whhite gism on Brad's thighs an balls. Chest heaving, Brad moved his hands down to the boy's waist, as soon as they were finished shooting, and then held Carl still while he bent over to lick his own cum off the boy. Then he pulled up Carl's shorts, tucking the kid's softening prick inside the cum-stained jock. He picked the boy's tee-shirt off the floor and handed it to him. Brad backed off, and in spite of himself, the boy's eyes were still glued to the quarterback's rod. "You like that, Carl?" END OF PART ONE
