I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of time watching porn. Most of all, I loved cocksucking pornography, but I watched other kinds as well -- -straight, kinky, fetish, bizarre, etcetera

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with aged bozo in their mid-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 do it if I was very good at it. It was safer just to abide home and watch porn.

One Nox when I didn't find much to watch, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the kind that makes your screen face grainy and the people of colour all run together and the narration lines are sleazy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty dollar bill twelvemonth old videos by a mid-thirties porn star named stonemason. While other porno studs had better-known name, none of them made as many porn video as Mason. In fact, he did so many more than the others that is agent, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved championship of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man screw. It was mutual to see him fuck multiple chicks in a row and bear witness that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled safety after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and oversexed studhorse, but his posture and pose and over all demeanor just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was properly enough looking but I was more excited by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one place, his hip-forward attitude made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His hammer was perfect. It looked a bit over seven inches and it stood straight out like a wand anytime he had an hard-on. One magazine published a extremely closeup of it and I was in awe. The most celebrated cock in the reality was also the most sexy. The light beam looked so hard and it had ridge that would palpate fabulous to any cocksucker's lingua and that head -- -it was like a pitch mushroom-shaped 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 printed clause and loved the pictures and account and those with his consultation and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

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

asshole !

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

Cocksuckers !

I didn't finish reading that storey 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 cock and how doing that would be a lifelong remembering 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 best 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 receive out and I didn't have to search long to find article that talked of him leaving the porn industry a few years after he married one of the erotica 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 George Mason, she had quit the business sector. She did n't beware that he continued to make out on-camera. She liked the money and he would give up when they had built some nice savings.

Then, she said the best percentage ever ! She said that she knew of Mason 's use of motherfucker. 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 married man still had an drown need for sex that she could not live up to on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

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

I have no idea how long my mouth was wide open from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a stupor that must give lasted for a respectable two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most gross man with the most beautiful putz loved whoreson and his own married woman knew about it and was practically giving her approval. It took me various minute of arc for that to marinate in my mentality before I could go on to other thoughts.

I wondered … I mean …

well …

You know … I mean ...

what if ?

What if I tried to touch him ? Okay so maybe I wasn't a adept cocksucker, but imagine if I could cope with him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the King of Porn and the most aphrodisiac man I had ever seen ... just assemble him in person ! Maybe he would even signal a poster proving I had met him. That would the best life-time memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most intimate man I had ever seen on this whole crazy planet !

I searched for a site and once again discovered that it was n't hard to regain. It was a bit of a corny website that his agent Albert had created but it advertised his picture and printed clause 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 e-mail savoir-faire ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually write an electronic mail. My finger trembled too a good deal and my head felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right Word of God and phrases to sincerely express my outstanding yearning to see him and how exciting it would be for me and how I loved that he was into cocksuckers even though I was n't much of one myself. All I wanted to do was just suffer him ! Just… meet him ! It would stand for 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 third day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a prissy"k**"and a adequate person and the passion I had expressed to satisfy Mason was corking than any they had seen in a long prison term 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 George Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't raise that sum of money. After some wrangling, Prince Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would make things easy by sending me a bus ticket since I didn't have any transferral. He asked if I minded riding on a moth-eaten bus for six hours.

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

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

- - - - -

horseback riding that bus for hour on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my principal spun like a carrousel with lust and the idea of how I would cope with 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 skillful man. Not very marvelous. Thinning pilus that was probably gray-haired underneath whatever black chemical compound he layered over it. He wore clothes that once would hold simulated an broker in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neck of the woods with sometime cars and streets lined with magniloquent trees.

"This is my billet,"he commented as he unlocked the front door and led us in.

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the lounge ! The man himself ! The porn god ! I was actually in the same elbow room with Mason, the absolute King of Porn.

In other billet, he would probably experience been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his lubricious grinning proved that while he was onetime and his outer consistency had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense pursuance 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 decent admirers to know what to bear from some.

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

But, the two men made it well-heeled because they talked about my emails and how imprint Mason had been with the passion I had for wanting to meet him.

"He already gave me the L Pearl Buck,"Prince Albert said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two asshole he knows."

After nearly a half hour of pocket-size talk, Prince Albert unrolled a placard and handed Freemason a black marker. `` Guess he 's taken up plenty of your time, boss. You wana sign his bill ? ``

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

I was eager to learn any approximation that would sustain 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 smiling."How would you care to actually see my cock ?"

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

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

Mason's pass nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely prompt a muscle because my interior were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imagery. But, I forced my trunk to impress to the floor before he would have a probability to change his mind.

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

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the cock of the one and only King of smut ! The shaft I had watched on video for More than 200 hours and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those belated nights. All of those freeze-frames. All of those meter licking those magazines.

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

I could only manage what must feature 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 clock time had he teased hapless prick like me with those slow prank ? 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 pecker out of his bloomers and let it dance right in front of my face !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific erotica cock of all meter ! The cock of the male monarch ! Right in figurehead of my hunger grimace ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my stifle, exactly where all mother fucker 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 captive between my lips and lock on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not have a bun in the oven 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 time. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a half hour, I looked at his magnificent sex instrument from all angles and I tried to learn every ridgepole and every inch as well as the cruddy lulu of his dangling glob. It was the dick that had fucked more porn starlets than any prick in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knees and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the prosperous motherfucker in the whole world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to smell its titillating scent. I looked at its entire length from the English. 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 the like twenty arcminute, he pulled away and sat back on the lounge with his right hand slowly stroking it.

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

He talked with Prince Albert for a few instant but my drumhead was too filled with crazy desire to know what they were saying. After a few mo, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just have another little treat in store for ya. How would you like to partake it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every unmarried word of honor he said as he approached and put it in front of me and he told me I could start any time. His shaft was so unvoiced and that sculptured cockhead so diffused and aphrodisiacal and my finger's breadth 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 erection of the most famous 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 flatten fingers down its duration. I felt it every way that any nance would feel the cock that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so firmly to pull my hand away. I didn't want to ever leave 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 ! more than than I ever expected.

'' shot that's it, Brynn,"James Neville Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your poster and sign it. Bob Hope you have a nice slip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed unsufferable to go just then. I was so take with cravings for more. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a bluff person, but desperation causes some people to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the crystalize blue 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 stupid and with them laughing longer than necessary, I felt like the most outrageous almost-cocksucker ever.

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

I couldn't stop my principal from nodding nor my lips for pleading and he said,"fountainhead, I'll be damned. nance as Scheol and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert ? He wants to kiss my dick ! Think I should let him ?"

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

"Heh-heh,"Alfred Edward Woodley Mason smile,"Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this cocksucker should kiss 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 cock with his right hand. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my tool, then buss it and indicate me how a lot 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 cock were practically debilitating my internal organization. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, imagine if I did. He would drop a line that on that poster and I would forever be reminded that I had actually kissed his penis !

His handwriting 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 digit and a pollex to brace it and I kept my centre glued to it to capture the occasion in my cant of lust-filled memories.

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

I determined that if all I got was one kiss, then I was going to kiss it with all of the rage 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 lips to it for the longsighted meter and swooned while passion emanated from me to his stopcock. When I finally had to pull away, it was with oceanic abyss rue. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep necking ! So I kissed the properly side at the base of the forefront and then down the rotating shaft and support up underneath and down the lead English and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweetness kisses on that brilliant promontory and then down the right slope and support up and another one-half dozen sweet, deep kisses right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his member ! I was certain I had fallen in making 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 minutes before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made small talking for awhile before he signed the card to sign the end of our session.

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

He had his turncock 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 rightfield on the tip. It felt like a sayonara kiss or a break-up buss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful kiss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my rim parted, he ran his fingerbreadth through my long, chocolate-brown hair and told me I was a ripe boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station and radius of how much Alfred Edward Woodley 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 promise, Brynn, but what would you say about me talking to Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you suck on his peter ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of track I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within s, I was filled with dubiousness. 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 most. It 's your Passion. I got a hunch Alfred Edward Woodley Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, technique is great, but Passion of Christ is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you lie with his dick. Bet he 's already thinking the same matter. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like Mason, well, that gets to them. prick with technique are finely. but it's the ones with Passion of Christ, those are the ace that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]