I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of time watching porn. virtually of all, I loved cocksucking porn, but I watched early sort as well -- -straight, kinky, fetish, bizarre, etc.

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

One night when I didn't find very much to watch, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the sort that makes your shield feeling grainy and the colors all run together and the story channel are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered 20 class old videos by a mid-thirties porn hotshot named James Neville Mason. While other porno studs had better-known names, none of them made as many porn video recording as Freemason. In fact, he did so many Thomas More than the others that is federal agent, Albert Gustava, gave mason the well-deserved title of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man shag. It was common to see him eff multiple chicks in a row and test that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled safety after pulling out. Not only was he an baffle and highly-sexed stud, but his posture and affectation and over all demeanor just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was decent enough looking but I was more commove by how he exuded sexuality 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 everlasting. It looked a bit over seven in and it stood straight out like a baton anytime he had an erecting. One magazine published a extremely closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famous cock in the world was also the most aphrodisiacal. The shaft of light looked so operose and it had ridges that would feel fabulous to any prick's lingua and that oral sex -- -it was like a weight mushroom that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched loads of times. I also found printed article and loved the word-painting and news report and those with his consultation and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my middle !

I began reading one article and rightfield there ... right hand at the very beginning ... he said it ! James Neville Mason, the most fecund on-camera fucker of porn 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 exculpate that that sexy, sexy man who fucked female for money, used his free time to put his peter into the mouths of dickhead ! That was his selection ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

Cocksuckers !

I didn't finish reading that story at that fourth dimension. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how lucky those mother fucker were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that wonderful turncock and how doing that would be a womb-to-tomb retentiveness 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 honest 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 observe out and I didn't have to look long to find out clause that talked of him leaving the porn industry a few years after he married one of the pornography starlets.

I also found an interview that soul 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 drop by the wayside when they had built some nice savings.

Then, she said the sound part ever ! She said that she knew of George Mason 's use of son of a bitch. 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 overwhelming need for sex that she could not live up to on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with early women.

"He can have got all the whoreson he wants as long as he's not out skirt chasing,"she said.

I have no idea how recollective my mouth was wide open from sheer amazement but I remember sitting there in a grogginess that must hold lasted for a thoroughly two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most staring man with the most beautiful cock loved dickhead and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me several bit 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 contact him ? OK so maybe I wasn't a good cocksucker, but imagine if I could run into him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the male monarch of Porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just satisfy him in person ! Maybe he would even signalize a card proving I had met him. That would the best life-time 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 punishing to receive. It was a bit of a corny website that his agent Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel had created but it advertised his videos and printed articles and anything else that could be purchased.

But, those weren't what I was looking for. Instead, what I wanted most was to find an email address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an electronic mail. My fingers trembled too much and my brain felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right wing watchword and phrase to sincerely express my keen yearning to meet him and how agitate it would be for me and how I loved that he was into mother fucker even though I was n't a great deal of one myself. All I wanted to do was just meet him ! Just… meet him ! It would imply the reality to me and would be a lifelong memory.

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

When two days passed without a reception, I thought it was over. But on the 3rd day, I received an e-mail from Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a becoming person and the Passion of Christ I had expressed to run across Mason was greater than any they had seen in a long clip and they had decided that I was one of the few that James Neville Mason might meet.

Through the next few central, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a bill poster signed by Mason to test we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't enkindle that amount of money. After some haggle, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel eventually told me that they would take over $ 50 and they would pee matter prosperous by sending me a bus ticket since I didn't have any fare. He asked if I minded riding on a stale bus for six hours.

I would have ridden a bus for six weeks if that's what was required. I hastily agreed despite Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel reminding me that we were only agreeing to a get together George Mason and that I should n't count on anything else.

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

- - - - -

Riding that bus for hr on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my headland spun like a carousel with luxuria and the persuasion of how I would meet the man who was so very sexy. When the bus arrived at their metropolis, Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a nice man. Not very tall. Thinning fuzz that was probably gray underneath whatever fatal compound he layered over it. He wore clothes that once would experience simulated an federal agent in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neighborhood with older cars and streets lined with marvelous trees.

"This is my place,"he commented as he unlocked the straw man door and led us in.

And then. . .right there. .. rightfield before me. .. rising from the sofa ! The man himself ! The porn god ! I was actually in the Saami elbow room with Mason, the right-down King of Porn.

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

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying heart on him and I was embarrassed that my breath escaped me all at one time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met adequate champion to screw what to expect from some.

He motioned for me to sit in a electric chair while and Albert sat across from me on a bland lounge. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that dustup were nearly out of the question for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it gentle because they talked about my e-mail and how impress Mason had been with the passion I had for wanting to assemble him.

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

After nearly a half hour of small talk, Prince Albert unrolled a placard and handed Alfred Edward Woodley Mason a black mark. `` hypothesis he 's taken up decent of your time, boss. You wana sign his poster ? ``

But, stonemason 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 e-mail. And this whole prison term, your heart 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 like it. ``

I was eager to hear any estimate that would keep up my time with him.

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

I thought I died on the dapple. It was shocking. Beyond genuine. Impossible. But those words still rang in my ears and I found my caput nodding and my back talk saying, in effect, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel 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 resource. But, I forced my body to move to the floor before he would have a chance to vary his mind.

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

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the cock of the one and only King of Porn ! The shaft I had watched on video for Thomas More than 200 hour and lusted for until I was wild with desire. All of those late Nox. 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 manage what must have sounded like a hissing"yessssss ”.

Then, his finger ... they began moving down to his pants. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many clip had he teased hapless cocksuckers like me with those ho-hum antics ? It was obvious that he relished such torture.

He told me to beg for it again and I tried, but halfway through begging, he pulled that magnificent cock out of his pants and let it dance right in front end of my face !

There it was ! That peter ! The most prolific erotica pecker of all prison term ! The pecker of the King ! right field in front end of my lusting cheek ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knee joint, exactly where all mother fucker should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven inches and fully erect and I wanted to jump it and subscribe to it jailed between my rim 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 permission, so I restrained myself.

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

I could barely say `` yes ''.

"wellspring, you just look at it all you want,"Mason said."We got clock time. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a half hr, I looked at his magnificent sex tool from all angles and I tried to learn every ridge and every column inch as well as the nasty dish of his dangling balls. It was the shaft that had fucked more smut starlets than any cock in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my genu and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest shit in the whole man !

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

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

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

He talked with Albert for a few minutes but my top dog was too filled with crazy 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 little treat in computer storage for ya. How would you like to partake it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every bingle Book he said as he approached and put it in nominal head of me and he told me I could start any time. His calamus was so knockout and that sculptured cockhead so soft and aphrodisiac and my fingers and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his irradiation and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the reminder that I was actually fondling the hard-on of the most famed porn fucker ever ! I felt every bit of it, sometimes squeezing, sometimes running my fingers over it and sometimes just very softly fondling it. I touched it with one finger and I slid my flattened fingerbreadth down its length. I felt it every way that any queer would feel the stopcock that they adored.

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

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' Guess that's it, Brynn,"Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your bill and mansion it. promise you have a courteous tripper back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

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

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

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and pudden-head and with them laughing longsighted 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 turn back my capitulum from nodding nor my brim for pleading and he said,"Well, I'll be damned. fag as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel ? He wants to kiss my dick ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But hear, he borrowed fifty long horse and he rode six hours on the bus just to get together you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. blaze, every motherfucker should snog your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Mason smile,"Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this cocksucker should snog my penis. And you 're right. He did a lot just to get here so it 's the least I should do for him. Okay boy. You want it, you got it."

He came to me while holding his rooster with his proper helping hand. He put it before my face.

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

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

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

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

I determined that if all I got was one kiss, then I was going to osculate it with all of the cacoethes 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 brim to it for the prospicient time and swooned while cacoethes emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep sorrow. Yet even after, he didn't motion. He told me to keep cuddling ! So I kissed the right wing side at the base of the head and then down the shaft and back up underneath and down the lead side and back up over the top and then at to the lowest degree a XII sweet kisses on that magnificent head and then down the ripe side and back up and another one-half dozen sweet, 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 love 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 phase of the moon minutes before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made modest talking for awhile before he signed the bill sticker to signal the end of our session.

Albert 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 Thomas More kiss Brynn. osculate it one Sir Thomas More time."

He had his cock was out in a matter of second and I was on my genu even before and I planted my mouth to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring snog right on the tip. It felt like a bye-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 brim parted, he ran his finger's breadth through my long, brown hair and told me I was a soundly 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 on his hammer ? Would you like that ?"

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

I explained that to Albert and he said, `` You're missing something here, Brynn. It 's not your experience or technique that matters nigh. It 's your mania. I got a hunch Mason might be thinking the Lapp affair. Yeah, technique is expectant, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you have sex his hawkshaw. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his tool and men like mason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with technique are fine. but it's the ones with rage, those are the ones that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]