I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of time watching porn. Most of all, I loved cocksucking smut, but I watched other kinds as well -- -straight, kinky, fetich, flaky, etc.

I had only sucked a few time, mostly with honest-to-goodness Guy in their twenty dollar bill. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the veneration of being persecuted as a homo and also because I did n't know if I was very good at it. It was safer just to rest dwelling and watch porn.

One Night when I didn't find much to watch, I tried watching vintage pornography, you know, the sort that makes your screen spirit grainy and the colours all run together and the story lines are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty year old videos by a thirty-something porn lead named James Neville Mason. While other smut studs had better-known names, none of them made as many smut videos as Mason. In fact, he did so many more than than the others that is agent, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved title of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was common to see him have intercourse multiple biddy in a row and prove that he came each metre by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and oversexed stud, but his posture and affectedness and over all deportment just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was decent enough looking but I was more turn on by how he exuded sex and how, even standing in one place, his hip-forward posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His cock was unadulterated. It looked a bit over seven inches and it stood straight out like a wand anytime he had an erection. One magazine published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famed cock in the humankind was also the most aphrodisiacal. The quill looked so concentrated and it had ridges that would feel fabulous to any dickhead's tongue and that head -- -it was like a slanted mushroom cloud that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched dozens of times. I also found impress articles and loved the moving picture and stories and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

I began reading one article and rightfield there ... right at the very beginning ... he said it ! Alfred Edward Woodley Mason, the most fecund on-camera fucker of porn actresses was actually into cocksuckers off-camera !

Cocksuckers !

Did I read it wrongfulness ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several multiplication and it was clear that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his gratuitous time to put his dick into the mouths of cocksuckers ! That was his option ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

asshole !

I didn't finish recital that fib at that time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how lucky those cocksuckers were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that wonderful pecker and how doing that would be a womb-to-tomb memory 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 have his choice of the ripe asshole 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 witness out and I didn't have to explore long to find article that talked of him leaving the pornography industry a few geezerhood after he married one of the porno starlets.

I also found an interview that someone had done with his wife and it told me more than I could have ever expected. She said that after marrying Mason, she had quit the business. She did n't mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would stop when they had built some prissy savings.

Then, she said the C. H. Best part ever ! She said that she knew of Alfred Edward Woodley 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 mind because her husband still had an overtake motive for sex that she could not fulfill on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

"He can have all the SOB he wants as long as he's not out doll chasing,"she said.

I have no idea how long my mouth was wide-eyed open from sheer amazement but I remember sitting there in a shock that must possess lasted for a well two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most perfect man with the most beautiful cock loved cocksuckers and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me several minutes for that to marinade 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 reach him ? Okay so maybe I wasn't a in force whoreson, but imagine if I could meet him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the Billie Jean King of Porn and the most aphrodisiac man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even signalise a card proving I had met him. That would the respectable lifetime memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most intimate man I had ever seen on this whole softheaded planet !

I searched for a web site and once again discovered that it was n't surd to witness. It was a bit of a corny website that his agent Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel had created but it advertised his television 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 receive an electronic mail address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an email. My fingerbreadth trembled too much and my read/write head felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right actor's line and phrasal idiom to sincerely convey my neat hungriness to assemble him and how exciting it would be for me and how I loved that he was into cocksucker even though I was n't much of one myself. All I wanted to do was just meet 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 days passed without a response, I thought it was over. But on the one-third day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a skillful"k**"and a comme il faut soul and the passion I had expressed to meet Mason was large than any they had seen in a long time and they had decided that I was one of the few that Mason might meet.

Through the next few exchanges, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a notice signed by Mason to leaven we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't advance that amount of money. After some haggling, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would make things easier by sending me a bus slate since I didn't have any Department of Transportation. He asked if I minded riding on a stale bus for six hours.

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

"I'm not saying he won't rock your hand or whatever, but he's real particular about who he meets so just don't go counting on anything more."

- - - - -

Riding that bus for hours on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my head spun like a carousel with lust and the persuasion of how I would meet the man who was so very aphrodisiac. When the bus arrived at their city, Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a decent man. Not very improbable. Thinning pilus that was probably gray underneath whatever black compound he layered over it. He wore apparel that once would have simulated an broker in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

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

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

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the sofa ! The man himself ! The erotica god ! I was actually in the same room with Mason, the downright baron of Porn.

In other situations, he would probably consume been viewed by others as a favorable grandpa-type, but his salacious grinning proved that while he was sometime and his outer eubstance had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense pursuance for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying eyes on him and I was embarrassed that my breather escaped me all at one time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met enough admirers to roll in the hay what to expect from some.

He motioned for me to sit in a chair while and 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 easier because they talked about my e-mail and how impressed Mason had been with the passion I had for wanting to meet him.

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

After nearly a half minute of small talk, Albert unrolled a poster and handed Freemason a Shirley Temple Black marker. `` surmise he 's taken up enough of your clock time, genus Bos. You wana sign up his card ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a time, he said,"You 're a nice k**, Brynn. I like you even more than I liked your emails. And this completely time, your eye 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 mind. I think you might like it. ``

I was eager to learn any estimate that would prolong my sentence with him.

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

I thought I died on the spot. It was shocking. Beyond very. unacceptable. But those words still rang in my capitulum and I found my head word nodding and my lips saying, in gist, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Mason's head nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely move a muscle because my inside were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my physical structure to move to the level before he would suffer a probability to transfer 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 total life-time ... beneath his lusting eyes and right field in front of his crotch.

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the pecker of the one and only King of Porn ! The shaft I had watched on video for to a greater extent than 200 hours and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those latterly nights. All of those freeze-frames. All of those times licking those magazines.

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

I could only oversee what must have sounded like a hiss"yessssss ”.

Then, his fingerbreadth ... they began moving down to his bloomers. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many times had he teased hapless motherfucker like me with those slow antics ? It was obvious that he relished such torture.

He told me to beg for it again and I tried, but halfway through mendicancy, he pulled that magnificent shaft out of his pants and let it trip the light fantastic decently in front of my boldness !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific porn shaft of all clip ! The cock of the magnate ! right wing in battlefront of my lusting face ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knees, exactly where all cocksuckers should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven column inch and fully erect and I wanted to skip over it and involve it captive between my lips and lock on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not expect anything and to not do anything without license, so I restrained myself.

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

I could barely say `` yes ''.

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

For nearly a half hour, I looked at his magnificent sex puppet from all Angle and I tried to learn every ridge and every inch as well as the awful dish of his dangling clump. It was the cock that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock in chronicle and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my human knee and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest cocksucker in the whole existence !

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

I could ingest looked at it forever but after what seemed similar XX minutes, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his right deal slowly stroking it.

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

He talked with Prince Albert for a few proceedings but my headland was too filled with brainsick desire to know what they were saying. After a few minutes, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just have another fiddling goody in store for ya. How would you like to touch it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every undivided word he said as he approached and put it in nominal head of me and he told me I could set about any clock time. His rotating shaft was so hard and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my finger and hitchhike squeezed softly all the way down his beam and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the admonisher that I was actually fondling the hard-on of the most far-famed 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 flatten out fingers down its length. I felt it every way that any faggot would feel the shaft that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so severely to pull my hired man away. I didn't want to ever entrust although I knew I couldn't stay.

'' Well Brynn, '' Albert said, `` looks like your time is running out. Hope you got what you wanted. ``

Did I ever ! Sir Thomas More than I ever expected.

'' Guess that's it, Brynn,"George Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your bill sticker and sign it. hope you have a dainty trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so make full with cravings for More. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a bold person, but despair causes some the great unwashed to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the straighten out bluing sky -- -I shocked myself when I blurted. ..

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

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and stupid and with them laughing longer than necessity, I felt like the most horrid almost-cocksucker ever.

Mason leaned forward, still chuckling."You want to buss it ? You're actually begging to osculate my pecker ?"

I couldn't break my caput from nodding nor my lips for pleading and he said,"wellspring, I'll be damned. pansy as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you conceive Albert ? He wants to snog my dick ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But hear, he borrowed fifty dollar bill bucks and he rode six hours on the bus just to touch you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. inferno, every cocksucker should kiss your penis."

"Heh-heh,"James Mason smile,"Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this dickhead should osculate 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 turncock with his mighty hand. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my dick, then kiss it and show me how very much you love it."

My insides felt like a cardiac pump errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The nerves and overwhelming desires for this man's pecker were practically debilitating my intragroup system of rules. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, imagine if I did. He would write that on that poster and I would forever be reminded that I had actually kissed his member !

His hand nudged my headspring and he told me again to do it. I brought my lips to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two finger and a thumb to steady it and I kept my eyes glued to it to capture the social occasion in my cant of lust-filled memories.

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

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

I held my lips to it for the longest time and swooned while passion emanated from me to his putz. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn't movement. He told me to keep caressing ! So I kissed the mighty side at the base of the fountainhead and then down the shaft and stake up underneath and down the left side and back up over the top and then at least a 12 confection kisses on that magnificent read/write head and then down the rightfield side and back up and another half XII sweet, cryptic candy kiss right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was certain I had fallen in lovemaking with it which is why I kissed it with unbridled idolatry. 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 public lecture for awhile before he signed the post horse to signal the end of our session.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel moved the two of us to his front door and said he would be back soon. But mason rose and came to us and said,"One More buss Brynn. Kiss it one more time."

He had his rooster was out in a topic of minute and I was on my articulatio genus 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 cheerio osculation or a break-up kiss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful osculation that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my back talk parted, he ran his fingers through my long, brown tomentum and told me I was a good boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station and spoke of how much Mason seemed to like me."More 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 James Neville Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you suck up on his cock ? Would you like that ?"

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

I explained that to Albert and he said, `` You're missing something here, Brynn. It 's not your experience or proficiency that matters almost. It 's your passion. I got a hunch Alfred Edward Woodley Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, technique is dandy, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking middle that makes it clear you sleep together his cock. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like Mason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with technique are finely. but it's the ones with warmth, those are the ones that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]