I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of prison term watching porn. virtually of all, I loved cocksucking porn, but I watched former sort as well -- -straight, kinky, fetish, off-the-wall, and so forth

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with older guy in their twenties. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the concern of being persecuted as a homo and also because I did n't know if I was very serious at it. It was safer just to stay home and watch porn.

One night when I didn't find a lot to watch out, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the kind that makes your screen out spirit grainy and the coloring all run together and the tale lines are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty twelvemonth old videos by a thirties porn star named mason. While early pornography studs had better-known names, none of them made as many porn videos as stonemason. In fact, he did so many to a greater extent than the others that is agent, Albert Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved title of the Martin Luther King Jr. of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was uncouth to see him fuck multiple chicks in a row and rise that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled prophylactic after pulling out. Not only was he an gravel and highly-sexed stud poker, but his military strength and mannerisms and over all demeanor just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was decorous enough looking but I was more delirious by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one position, his hip-forward strength made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His prick was perfect. It looked a bit over seven in and it stood straight out like a baton anytime he had an erection. One magazine published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famous cock in the world was also the most aphrodisiacal. The shaft looked so arduous and it had ridgepole that would feel fabulous to any cocksucker's tongue and that fountainhead -- -it was like a cant mushroom that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched stacks of times. I also found publish article and loved the pictures and narration and those with his audience and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

I began reading one article and right wing there ... right at the very beginning ... he said it ! Mason, the most prolific on-camera fucker of smut actresses was actually into cocksuckers off-camera !

Cocksuckers !

Did I read it wrong ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several times and it was clear that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his disembarrass metre to put his gumshoe into the mouths of dickhead ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

SOB !

I didn't finish recitation that account at that sentence. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how lucky those whoreson were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that wonderful cock and how doing that would be a lifelong storage for me if I ever got the chance.

But, who was I kidding ? Even though he would be in his 50 's by now, he would still feature his choice of the secure cocksuckers and I certainly was n't one of them.

I wondered what had become of him. I wondered if he was still into cocksuckers.

I decided to see if I could find out and I didn't have to look for long to find articles that talked of him leaving the porn industry a few years after he married one of the porno starlets.

I also found an consultation that someone had done with his wife and it told me to a greater extent than I could ingest ever expected. She said that after marrying Mason, she had quit the clientele. She did n't mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some gracious savings.

Then, she said the outflank part ever ! She said that she knew of Mason 's use of cocksuckers. She had always known that and even today when they were in their 50 's, she knew and she did n't listen because her husband still had an overtake indigence for sex that she could not fulfil on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

"He can give all the cocksucker he wants as long as he's not out skirt chasing,"she said.

I have no estimate how long my mouth was wide heart-to-heart from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a stupor that must have lasted for a good two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most unadulterated man with the most beautiful cock loved SOB and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her approving. It took me several minute for that to marinate in my brain before I could go on to other thoughts.

I wondered … I mean …

well …

You know … I mean ...

what if ?

What if I tried to adjoin him ? Okay so maybe I wasn't a good cocksucker, but imagine if I could fit him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To fulfil the King of Porn and the most aphrodisiac man I had ever seen ... just meet him in individual ! Maybe he would even bless a poster proving I had met him. That would the scoop life memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this whole crazy planet !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't hard to find. It was a bit of a corny site that his broker Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel had created but it advertised his videos and printed article and anything else that could be purchased.

But, those weren't what I was looking for. Instead, what I wanted most was to detect an electronic mail address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At outset, I was too lost in lust to actually write an email. My fingers trembled too a lot and my caput felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the mighty words and phrase to sincerely give tongue to my expectant longing to meet him and how exciting it would be for me and how I loved that he was into SOB even though I was n't often of one myself. All I wanted to do was just get together him ! Just… meet him ! It would mean the world to me and would be a lifelong memory.

I signed it"Brynn"and hit the send button.

When two mean solar day passed without a response, I thought it was over. But on the third day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a comme il faut person and the heat I had expressed to meet A. E. W. Mason was greater than any they had seen in a longsighted time and they had decided that I was one of the few that mason might meet.

Through the next few substitution, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by A. E. W. Mason to raise we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't nurture that amount of money. After some haggling, Albert eventually told me that they would live with $ 50 and they would make things well-fixed by sending me a bus ticket since I didn't have any shipping. He asked if I minded riding on a moth-eaten bus for six hours.

I would sustain ridden a bus for six week if that's what was required. I hastily agreed despite Albert reminding me that we were only agreeing to a meeting Mason and that I should n't enumerate on anything else.

"I'm not saying he won't shake your paw or whatever, but he's literal finical about who he meets so just don't go counting on anything more."

- - - - -

equitation that bus for minute on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my head spun like a carousel with lust and the idea of how I would meet the man who was so very aphrodisiacal. When the bus arrived at their city, Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a Nice man. Not very tall. Thinning pilus that was probably Thomas Gray underneath whatever dark compound he layered over it. He wore clothes that once would have simulated an agent in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant region with older machine and streets lined with tall trees.

"This is my home,"he commented as he unlocked the face threshold and led us in.

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the sofa ! The man himself ! The smut god ! I was actually in the same way with mason, the absolute King of Porn.

In other situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a well-disposed grandpa-type, but his salacious smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense quest for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying heart on him and I was embarrassed that my intimation escaped me all at one time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met plenty champion to roll in the hay what to anticipate from some.

He motioned for me to sit in a chair while and Prince Albert sat across from me on a bland sofa. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that words were nearly unsufferable for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it sluttish because they talked about my email and how impressed mason had been with the Passion I had for wanting to meet him.

"He already gave me the fifty bucks,"Albert said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two SOB he knows."

After nearly a half time of day of small talk, Albert unrolled a poster and handed stonemason a inglorious mark. `` Guess he 's taken up enough of your time, boss. You wana subscribe his poster ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a time, he said,"You 're a skillful k**, Brynn. I like you even Sir Thomas More than I liked your electronic mail. And this whole time, your eyes been glazed over like you 're living out some kind of a dream."

He studied me for a while longer before saying, `` You know what, I have an approximation. I think you might care it. ``

I was eager to hear any melodic theme that would prolong my time with him.

"How would you like it if I did something real particular for you, boy ? How about. .."he stared at me with that sly smile."How would you like to actually see my cock ?"

I thought I died on the touch. It was shocking. Beyond real. Impossible. But those words still rang in my auricle and I found my head nodding and my mouth saying, in impression, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

Albert laughed."Now that is some queer who wants to see it that bad."

George Mason's head word nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely go a muscle because my inside were so tangled up in sexual cravings and vision. But, I forced my physical structure to move to the floor before he would have a chance to change his mind.

He moved toward me and stood above me. I looked up at him and committed that vision to my forever-memory because that is exactly where I wanted to be for my full animation ... beneath his lusting oculus and right in front of his crotch.

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the peter of the one and only Martin Luther King Jr. of porn ! The cock I had watched on TV for more than 200 hours and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those later nights. All of those freeze-frames. All of those times licking those magazines.

He was probably two foot from me when he asked,"You really want to see it, boy ?"

I could only manage what must suffer sounded like a sibilation"yessssss ”.

Then, his finger's breadth ... they began moving down to his pants. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his slide fastener. How many times had he teased poor cocksuckers like me with those dull prank ? It was obvious that he relished such torture.

He told me to beg for it again and I tried, but halfway through beggary, he pulled that magnificent turncock out of his pant and let it dance right in figurehead of my boldness !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific porn cock of all time ! The cock of the world-beater ! Right in straw man of my hunger typeface ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my human knee, exactly where all cocksuckers should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven column inch and fully erect and I wanted to jump it and take it enwrapped between my rim and ringlet on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not await anything and to not do anything without permission, so I restrained myself.

"You like that, boy ? You like looking at my tool ?"

I could barely say `` yes ''.

"Well, you just look at it all you want,"George Mason said."We got meter. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a one-half hour, I looked at his magnificent sex pecker from all angle and I tried to memorize every ridge and every inch as well as the tight beauty of his dangling balls. It was the cock that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knee and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest SOB in the whole world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to smell its erotic smell. I looked at its entire length from the side. I just could n't get enough of seeing it up close and in person.

I could consume looked at it forever but after what seemed same XX min, he pulled away and sat back on the lounge with his right on hand slowly stroking it.

'' Yeah, that 's sorta hot, '' he said. `` Seeing a boy with glassy eyes staring at my dick like that. Like those centre were gobbling up every inch. ``

He talked with Albert for a few instant but my mind was too filled with nutcase desire to be intimate what they were saying. After a few transactions, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just have another trivial dainty in store for ya. How would you like to pertain it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every bingle password he said as he approached and put it in social movement of me and he told me I could start any time. His rotating shaft was so strong and that sculptured cockhead so soft and aphrodisiacal and my digit and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his shaft and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the admonisher that I was actually fondling the erecting of the most noted porn fucker ever ! I felt every bit of it, sometimes squeezing, sometimes running my finger's breadth over it and sometimes just very softly fondling it. I touched it with one finger and I slid my flattened finger's breadth down its distance. I felt it every way that any queer would palpate the cock that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so heavily to rive my hand away. I didn't want to ever leave although I knew I couldn't stay.

'' fountainhead Brynn, '' Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel said, `` looks like your time is running out. Hope you got what you wanted. ``

Did I ever ! more than than I ever expected.

'' surmise that's it, Brynn,"Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your poster and sign it. promise you have a nice trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so satiate with cravings for more. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a bold face person, but desperation causes some people to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the clear blue sky -- -I shocked myself when I blurted. ..

"Can I. .. Can I. .. Can I. .. Please ... can I ... snog it ?"

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so fairy and stupid and with them laughing longer than necessary, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.

mason leaned forward, still chuckling."You want to kiss it ? You're actually begging to kiss my cock ?"

I couldn't block off my principal from nodding nor my lips for pleading and he said,"Well, I'll be damned. Queer as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you cerebrate Albert ? He wants to kiss my tool ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But take heed, he borrowed fifty one dollar bill and he rode six hour on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Hell, every cocksucker should kiss your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Mason grinning,"Yeah. Every prick should so maybe this son of a bitch should kiss my penis. And you 're right. He did a lot just to get here so it 's the to the lowest degree I should do for him. Okay boy. You want it, you got it."

He came to me while holding his stopcock with his right bridge player. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my dick, then kiss it and show me how a great deal you love it."

My insides felt like a cardiac ticker errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The heart and sweep over desires for this man's dick were practically debilitating my national arrangement. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, ideate if I did. He would write that on that poster and I would forever be reminded that I had actually kissed his penis !

His manus nudged my head and he told me again to do it. I brought my brim to the tip of his beautiful sex electronic organ and I used two fingers and a thumb to steady it and I kept my eyes glued to it to capture the occasion in my bank of lust-filled memories.

Then ... my lips… they touched ... they touched his erection ! I pushed them to enmesh with the tip of that beautiful head and I closed my eyes and reminded myself that I was doing it ! I was kissing his putz !

I determined that if all I got was one candy kiss, then I was going to kiss it with all of the passion that raged within me. It was going to be the kiss to end all kisses ... right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.

I held my sass to it for the retentive metre and swooned while love emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep rue. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the right incline at the base of the point and then down the shaft and indorse up underneath and down the left side and back up over the top and then at least a twelve sweet buss on that magnificent pass and then down the ripe side and back up and another half dozen confection, deep kiss right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was certain I had fallen in dearest with it which is why I kissed it with unbridled devotion. I kissed and kissed and kissed and couldn't get enough.

I think it was about ten full minutes before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made small talk of the town for awhile before he signed the poster to signal the end of our session.

Albert moved the two of us to his front room access and said he would be back soon. But James Mason rose and came to us and said,"One more kiss Brynn. Kiss it one more than time."

He had his cock was out in a matter of s and I was on my knees even before and I planted my mouth to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss right on the tip. It felt like a good-bye candy kiss or a break-up kiss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful kiss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my sassing parted, he ran his fingers through my long, Brown University whisker and told me I was a good boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station and wheel spoke of how much Mason seemed to like me."more than than most,"he commented.

I told him how much that meant to me and I thanked him a lot for making it all happen.

"Can't make no promises, Brynn, but what would you say about me talking to Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you absorb on his turncock ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of course I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within seconds, I was filled with doubt. How could someone like me ever do it undecomposed enough for a worldly man like Alfred Edward Woodley Mason ?

I explained that to Prince Albert and he said, `` You're missing something here, Brynn. It 's not your experience or technique that matters most. It 's your passion. I got a hunch George Mason might be thinking the same affair. Yeah, technique is smashing, but heat is even better and you got them cocksucking oculus that makes it clear you love his dick. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his prick and men like Mason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with technique are fine. but it's the 1 with passion, those are the ones that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]