Brad Gavin stopped in the doorway and looked over at the chubby kid standing at the long trough urinal, poised in exactly the same place he had been when Brad first walked into the park's bathroom ten minutes earlier.
Brad had walked right out after seeing who the plump redhead was, but not before figuring out what the young guy was doing, staring rather obviously at the older guy who was taking a leak a ways down the urinal from the lad.
Brad saw the older gentleman leave the bathroom only a moment later, and he assumed that the man wasn't interested in the young redhead who had been watching him go.
The bathroom at the desolate end of the park was notorious for rather deviant behavior, and that was why the 60 year old insurance man was there, but he hadn't expected to see the son of his supervisor standing in there acting the pecker checker.
Brad Gavin had just gone to the kid's graduation party last month, and now he was struggling to remember his name. It came to him as he recalled watching the butterball jumping into the pool, creating a mighty splash when his portly frame hit the water.
Tommy. That was his name, Brad recalled as he prepared to go back into the bathroom. Tommy Mason, son of Ed Mason, the owner of Mason Insurance Agency, and as Brad hesitated at the door he wondered whether his boss knew about his son.
Probably not, Brad said as he looked at the backside of the redhead still posed at the urinal pretending to pee while waiting for some Mr. Right to take an interest in him.
Not really his type, Brad thought as he walked slowly to the urinal. Young Tommy was probably packing about 40 extra pounds on his squat 5'8" frame, but he hadn't looked all that bad in his bathing suit that day, with his pale white skin and little man boobs.
Brad eased up to the trough and unzipped, pulling out his cock and giving it a couple of lazy stretches before letting it go and waiting for the stream to start while looking down at his boss's son for his reaction, expecting the lad to recognize him and zip up while bolting out the door.
Young Tommy didn't notice who he was, and it must have been because his eyes never went up from the long beige cock which started to unleash a torrent of urine into the ceramic vessel, because it wasn't like they hadn't seen each other plenty of times over the years.
No, Brad thought as his peripheral vision took in Tommy staring at his cock while doing more than holding his own. The boy was jacking off while looking at him, and Brad shook his head slightly while feeling his own dick begin to stir at the thought of being so inspirational to his boss's son.
Brad even shifted his hips so Tommy could get a better view, while still staring straight ahead and pretending not to notice the redhead popping his load into the urinal while trying not to grunt too loud.
After he finished peeing, Brad waited a second before calmly shaking his cock and putting it away while turning in Tommy's direction.
"Tommy!" Brad said, his voice bellowing in the bathroom while pretending he had just noticed somebody else was there. "How are you son?"
"Mr. Gavin!" Tommy blurted out, obviously unaware who he had been jerking off to, and as Brad looked at the sweaty, rumpled redhead and the ropes of cum he had sprayed into the back wall of the urinal he enjoyed the embarrassment Tommy was showing.
Brad went over to the sink and washed his hands as his boss's son got himself together, and when Tommy started to walk past him Brad reminded him to wash his hands.
"Cleanliness - it's next to Godliness, you know," Brad announced with a chuckle, and to his surprise Tommy stopped and started scrubbing his hands.
"Ready for college, Tommy?" Brad asked as he dried his hands.
"Uh - yes Mr. Gavin," Tommy mumbled.
"You can call me Brad if you want," Brad said as he prepared to hand Tommy a couple of paper towels. "After all, you aren't a kid anymore."
"Besides," Brad said as he put the towels in Tommy's plump trembling hands. "After meeting like this, I think we know each other quite well, don't we?"
Tommy's father was nothing like his son, because while the father was very business-like and aggressive, it appeared to Brad that his son was the exact opposite as he tried to get around him.
"Did you like what you saw?" Brad asked as he moved between Tommy and the door while hoping no one would come in the bathroom.
"I don't uh..."
"Let's not bullshit each other," Brad said. "I could see what you were doing to yourself and what you were looking at while you were doing it."
"I - I didn't mean to," Tommy stuttered, as his father's employee stepped in front of him as he tried to leave.
"Oh really?" Brad said, unable to hold back the laugh as he watched Tommy fight not to cry, relishing the opportunity to give this boss's son a hard time like his old man did him often."How old are you, 18?"
"Nineteen, almost. You aren't gonna tell my Dad, are you?" Tommy begged.
"Let's talk about it," Brad said, grabbing Tommy by the back of the neck after checking for anyone coming, and then led the lad over to the room of toilet stalls on the other side of the room. "This isn't a safe place, you know? Don't tell me you've never been here before either."
"Couple of times," Tommy said, wincing at the iron grip his father's friend had on his neck.
"You're lucky it was me here tonight instead of some sicko," Brad said as he kicked open the door at the very end, a handicapped stall which was roomier, and herded Tommy inside.
"Have a seat," Brad said as he used his foot to drop the seat and the cover of the toilet before putting the pudgy redhead down.
