Date: Wed, 25 Nov 2009 10:13:21 -0800 (PST)
From: lenrbnsn@yahoo.ca
Subject: My Embarrassing Ass (4)

My Embarrassing Ass (4)
By Parkstranger

Just so you know, this story is about sex between men and a boy. If you
don't like that, what are you doing in this section anyway?

From "ass" 3 -- "But among a certain group that didn't last too long and
soon my embarrassing ass became my embarrassing available ass. Oh the
stories I could tell."

The stories I could tell ... Well here goes one of them. "You know Kyle,
aside from fucking you myself, I get just incredible pleasure from watching
you getting fucked. I now see the great pleasure you are feeling when
someone is fucking you. I see it in your eyes and now your body action. It
is so exciting to watch you getting it. In the past couple of week you have
risen to almost impossible heights in what I call the `fuckability scale.'
You were what about 7 when the name calling and so forth started happening
and now for the past six plus years you've gone about life hiding your body
from people?"

"Yes, about that I guess" I said. The conversation was taking place in
Bert's bed after he just finished having his way with me. It wasn't that
often that Bert actually fucked me. I had now began to understand that Bert
got off more by watching and getting me to talk about how I got started and
all the different times with other men. I never did tell him about my
teacher because I had made a promise and it never happened again. I was at
Bert's because my mom was now the night manager of the local grocery store
so she was always working the night shift. I'd sort of invented a friend
that I called Jeremy and told mom I was over at his place hanging out. I'd
even told her that Jeremy lived with his grandfather (Bert) so she wouldn't
worry about where I was or become suspicious about what I was up to.

Oh my, if she only knew. You see I'd been kind of busy lately mostly due my
old friend Bert. He had quietly and consistently been introducing me to
some very unlikely and unusual people. Like Mr. Sagan who owned a bookstore
on main street and Mr. Tait who owned the photography studio next door to
the book store. It seems that my friend had been showing those pictures he
took of me that day to certain friends of his with similar interests -- boy
sex. I had become a very popular and I didn't even know it until the day of
the big parade. It was a holiday for everybody except people who worked in
retail like my mom. The day before the parade Bert told me he was going to
watch the parade from the front of the bookstore on main and if I wanted to
I could come down and watch it with him. I wasn't sure if Bert actually
meant it but I was going to watch the parade anyway so about an hour before
the parade was to begin I headed downtown.

I really wasn't expecting to see Bert because I thought he was just being
nice but as I got downtown and was walking up towards the bookstore sure
enough there he was standing leaning against the steps to the bookstore. I
walked up and said a quiet "Hi" and sort of stood off about 5 or 10 feet in
front of him waiting for the parade to begin. There were a lot of people
starting to fill each side of the street and I slowly got squeezed back by
the crowd to the point where I would have to try to peer around people to
see. Bert came and tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Come with me Kyle,
I have a spot where you can see over the crowd and watch the parade."

He took me up the steps to the bookstore and as the door was closed he gave
a small knock on it and a man came and opened the door. It was a split door
where you could open the top and still have the bottom closed. I'd never
seen a door like this except on a barn on an uncle's farm one time. The man
looked out at Bert and smiled and said, "Hey Bert nice to see you -- I'm
closed till after the parade but come on in." Bert turned to me and said,
"Jake (Mr. Sagan) do you mind if my friend Kyle watches the parade from
your door?" Mr. Sagan looks at me and I see his eyes kind of light up and
says, "Uh, so this is Kyle oh yes by all means I mean I've been kind of
looking forward to meeting your young friend." And then to me, "Hi Kyle
I've heard (and seen apparently) a lot about you." He had this big smile on
his face as he was talking to us and he went over and opened the top of his
door but left his "closed" sign on the bottom part. Mr. Sagan was a fairly
big man not so much in height but big around and a lot of hair sticking out
of his shirt. I was actually attracted to him right away because he was
kind of like me except I had no hair and wasn't near that big around. He
told me to go ahead and stand and watch the parade from the door way as I
could hear him sort of whispering to Bert something about "so this is the
boy you ..." I couldn't hear after that as by now the parade was coming
closer and I could hear the band's music now.

I was, as usual wearing a pair of short shorts and because it was such a
awesome day just a tank top but again as usual I had put on a nylon jacket
that came down to about my butt cheeks if I walked straight and kept my
shoulders square. The bottom of the bookstore door came up to about my mid
waist so I could sort of lean out to watch the coming parade. The door was
wide enough for Bert to come and stand beside me while Mr. Sagan stood
behind me looking over me at the parade which was starting to come past the
store. Parades always got me kind of excited ever since I was little I
loved parades so I was kind of bouncing up and down to the band's music as
I watched all the different floats and all going by.

It was I guess about only a minute or so into the parade when I realized
Mr. Sagan was now right up behind me sort of leaning into me making it even
a little more exciting for me. As I bounced up and down on my tip toes I
could now feel him sort of pushing his hips at me and I could feel his hard
cock sliding up and down between my cheeks. I looked over at Bert and he
had this sort of dreamy look on his face and he wasn't watching the parade
anymore he was watching me get humped from behind by Mr. Sagan. In my so
far short career as a young sex maniac, I had begun dressing to empress men
-- older men. I was cutting my short shorts even a little shorter so that
when the opportunity arose I could "accidently" flash a man who I thought
might be interested -- yes bad I know but it made me realize that with my
leaning over and bouncing up and down, my jacket had rode up and that
Mr. Sagan was getting an eyeful of my plump ass because a lot of cheek
would be sticking out for him to see from behind.

About the same time that I came to realize this I could feel his hand
gently on my ass and hips now sort of holding me as he humped into me. I
couldn't help myself from pushing my ass back at him it felt so nice and I
was so excited like I said. All this excitement I had in me was now
transformed into sexual excitement and I was opening and closing my eyes
tight trying to stop myself from cuming in my pants. I looked over at Bert
and I think he seen the desperation in my face because by now he had his
hand up inside the front of my tank top and was running it all over my
tummy. It was a relief when I felt Mr. Sagan's hands grip each side of my
shorts and begin to pull them down. Here I was standing in a door watching
a parade with hundreds of people all around having my shorts slid to the
floor so I could step out of them and spread my legs to let a man fuck me.

I could feel a rustling behind me and a zipper being undone and then soon I
felt a big hairy belly up against my ass and a very nice hard cock between
my cheeks as I arched myself so he could get the exact angle to enter me
and it all happened so quickly that I was caught a bit by surprise when he
just buried in to the hilt in me that I kind of let out a shriek that
fortunately happened the same time another band broke into a loud rendition
of something that required a lot of drums and horns blowing.

And so there I was now getting a full out fucking right in front of all
these people who had no idea what was going on but I oh so needed this by
now. I humped back at him as hard as he fucked into me giving him back
everything he gave me and then some. I had trouble trying to keep a rhythm
I became so spastic in my efforts to please him and get him to shoot his
load of cum up in me. All I could do was keep muttering oh ya fuck my ass,
oh yes fuck me, fuck me harder, harder!  Over and over it was fuck my ass,
fuck my ass in time with each inward stroke of his cock.  I needed to cum
and Bert seen this so he reached down and took me in his hand and was
jerking me off in tune with each fucking stroke but it didn't take long as
I burst cuming into Bert's hand so hard I don't think I have ever cum that
hard in my life.

It was a dam good thing that all eyes were on the parade now because I
think if anyone was looking they could now easily tell what was going on
with me and Mr. Sagan. It was almost as soon as I pumped the last of my
load into Bert's hand when Mr. Sagan began shooting his inside me and he
too came with such force that I think it went right up into my tummy. I
kept humping back working my ass muscles trying to milk every ounce of his
cum out of him. Just as Mr. Sagan had finished cuming in me and had stepped
back and to the side to slump down in a chair Bert's hand came up to my
face and he force fed me my own cum. He had slipped in behind me and put
his hand around me from behind and right over my mouth and pinched my nose
so that when I opened my mouth he just dumped the whole handful in and I
had to either swallow or chock so I swallowed what I could as he smeared
the rest all over my face. Then I could suddenly feel more liquid splashing
on my bare ass and I realized Bert had his cock out and was cuming all over
me to add to the mess I was already in.

I now had cum running down the insides of my legs and all over my ample
ass. I also had a lot of my own cum smeared all over my face and dripping
off my chin. I had just turned from the door to look back at Bert and say
something not nice to him when I got blinded by a flash. A man was standing
about ten feet away with a camera in his hand and he took this picture of
me all covered in cum and this very slutty look on my face. When they
showed me the picture later it was very embarrassing for me but very sexual
for men to look at and it became widely popular in certain magazines. The
man taking the picture was the photographer from next door and I was about
to meet another of Bert's friends.

It wasn't even noon yet and this day was a long way from over for me as I
was soon to find out. The photographer whose business was taking family
portraits and such had a side business as well. It had to do with
underground magazines that catered to the `different' people of this
world. I was soon to star in a new series in this magazine as the FBTT.

So next I will tell you of the first professional photo shoot staring me
Kyle the FBTT as it became to be known. FBTT? Tune in and see. For now I
remain the: ,

Parkstranger
Thank you