I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of time watching porn. Most of all, I loved cocksucking porn, but I watched other form as well -- -straight, kinky, voodoo, off-the-wall, etc.

I had only sucked a few clock time, mostly with elderly cat in their twenty dollar bill. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the awe 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 stay abode and picket porn.

One night when I didn't find much to look on, I tried watching time of origin porn, you know, the kind that makes your screen spirit grainy and the coloration all run together and the taradiddle lines are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty year old videos by a mid-thirties porn star named Mason. While other porno studs had better-known gens, none of them made as many porno telecasting as Mason. In fact, he did so many Thomas More than the others that is agent, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Gustava, gave Freemason the well-deserved title of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was common to see him fuck multiple chicks in a row and prove that he came each fourth dimension by showing his jizz-filled safe after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and oversexed stud, but his posture and foible and over all demeanor just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was the right way enough looking but I was more agitate by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one stead, his hip-forward posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His pecker 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 populace was also the most sexy. The ray looked so arduous and it had ridges that would feel fabulous to any cocksucker's knife and that read/write head -- -it was like a one-sided mushroom-shaped cloud that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched tons of times. I also found impress clause and loved the pictures and chronicle and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my oculus !

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

asshole !

Did I read it wrongly ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several times and it was clear that that sexy, aphrodisiacal man who fucked female for money, used his unloosen fourth dimension to put his peter into the backtalk of cocksuckers ! That was his option ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

Cocksuckers !

I didn't finish version that story at that time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how favourable those cocksuckers were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that wonderful prick and how doing that would be a lifelong 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 pick of the best bastard 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 seek long to chance clause that talked of him leaving the smut industry a few years after he married one of the erotica starlets.

I also found an audience that someone had done with his wife and it told me more than I could own ever expected. She said that after marrying A. E. W. Mason, she had quit the business concern. She did n't mind that he continued to eff on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some nice savings.

Then, she said the best role ever ! She said that she knew of Mason 's use of dickhead. 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 meet on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

"He can have all the cocksuckers 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 amazement but I remember sitting there in a daze that must hold lasted for a good two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most everlasting man with the most beautiful cock loved cocksuckers and his own married woman knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me several minutes 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 get through him ? okey so maybe I wasn't a expert bastard, but imagine if I could see him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the baron of pornography and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even sign on a bill proving I had met him. That would the sound life memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this whole half-baked planet !

I searched for a site and once again discovered that it was n't voiceless to ascertain. It was a bit of a corny web site that his agent Prince Albert had created but it advertised his videos 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 address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first off, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an email. My fingers trembled too much and my head felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right wing word of honor and phrases to sincerely express my great hungriness to converge him and how stimulate it would be for me and how I loved that he was into cocksuckers even though I was n't a good deal 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. passed without a response, I thought it was over. But on the third day, I received an e-mail from Prince Albert. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a decent person and the passion I had expressed to meet Mason was corking than any they had seen in a long metre 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"notice fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't promote that amount of money. After some wrangling, Prince Albert eventually told me that they would bear $ 50 and they would make things well-to-do by sending me a bus slate since I didn't have any transportation. He asked if I minded riding on a stale bus for six hours.

I would sustain 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 meeting Mason and that I should n't count on anything else.

"I'm not saying he won't throw off your hand or whatever, but he's real especial 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 roundabout with lust and the thought 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 nice man. Not very grandiloquent. Thinning hair that was probably gray underneath whatever shameful compound he layered over it. He wore clothes that once would have simulated an agent in the amusement manufacture but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neighbourhood with older cars and streets lined with magniloquent trees.

"This is my post,"he commented as he unlocked the social movement door and led us in.

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the sofa ! The man himself ! The porn god ! I was actually in the Same room with James Mason, the absolute magnate of Porn.

In other spot, he would probably have got been viewed by others as a well-disposed grandpa-type, but his prurient smile proved that while he was older and his outer soundbox had changed, his inside cravings were still filled with an immense seeking for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying eye 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 enough admirer to sleep with what to expect from some.

He motioned for me to sit in a hot seat while and Albert sat across from me on a bland lounge. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that words were nearly impossible for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it easier because they talked about my e-mail and how print mason had been with the heat I had for wanting to take on him.

"He already gave me the fifty dollar bill,"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two whoreson he knows."

After nearly a half minute of pocket-size talking, Albert unrolled a poster and handed Mason a black marker. `` Guess he 's taken up enough of your time, boss. You wana sign his bill poster ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after a lot too long of a time, he said,"You 're a prissy k**, Brynn. I like you even more than I liked your e-mail. And this whole sentence, your eye been glazed over like you 're living out some sort of a dream."

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

I was eager to try any idea that would prolong my time 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 smile."How would you wish to actually see my pecker ?"

I thought I died on the spotlight. It was shocking. Beyond existent. unacceptable. But those Scripture still rang in my ears and I found my drumhead nodding and my lips saying, in force, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

James Mason's head word nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely move a heftiness because my insides were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imagery. But, I forced my trunk 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 entire life ... 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 cock of the one and only King of smut ! The turncock I had watched on television for more than 200 hours and lusted for until I was sick with desire. All of those late 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 manage what must deliver sounded like a hissing"yessssss ”.

Then, his fingers ... they began moving down to his drawers. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many times had he teased piteous cocksuckers like me with those slow joke ? 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 cock out of his pants and let it trip the light fantastic toe veracious in presence of my face !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific smut cock of all time ! The cock of the Martin Luther King ! Right in front of my lusting boldness ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knees, exactly where all cocksucker should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven inches and fully raise and I wanted to alternate it and take it captive between my lip and lock on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not wait 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 ''.

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

For nearly a half minute, I looked at his magnificent sex peter from all Angle and I tried to memorize every ridgeline and every inch as well as the nasty beaut of his dangling orb. It was the turncock that had fucked more erotica starlets than any stopcock in account and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knees and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the prosperous cocksucker in the whole world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to smell its erotic perfume. I looked at its total duration 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 ilk twenty minutes, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his right 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 heart were gobbling up every inch. ``

He talked with Albert for a few min but my head was too filled with mad desire to do it what they were saying. After a few second, 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 advert it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every single word he said as he approached and put it in figurehead of me and he told me I could part any clip. His diaphysis was so punishing and that sculptured cockhead so flabby and aphrodisiacal and my fingers and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his shaft and back up.

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

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

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' hypothesis that's it, Brynn,"stonemason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your card and sign it. Leslie Townes Hope you have a decent trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed unsufferable 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 bluff someone, but despair causes some people to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the clear bluing sky -- -I shocked myself when I blurted. ..

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

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so poove and stupid and with them laughing longer than requirement, 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 stop my capitulum from nodding nor my brim for pleading and he said,"well, I'll be damned. Queer as Inferno and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you suppose Albert ? He wants to buss my dick ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But hear, he borrowed 50 sawbuck and he rode six hours 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 cocksucker should so maybe this SOB should buss my penis. And you 're redress. He did a lot just to get here so it 's the least I should do for him. O.K. boy. You want it, you got it."

He came to me while holding his cock with his properly hand. He put it before my face.

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

My insides felt like a cardiac ticker errantly plugged into a 220 lap. The nerves and overtake desires for this man's cock were practically debilitating my internal system. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, suppose if I did. He would drop a line that on that posting 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 reed organ and I used two finger's breadth and a thumb to becalm it and I kept my eyes glued to it to becharm the function in my depository financial institution of lust-filled memories.

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

I determined that if all I got was one candy kiss, then I was going to kiss it with all of the Passion of Christ 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 longest time and swooned while love emanated from me to his rooster. When I finally had to deplumate away, it was with deep sorrow. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the right wing side at the base of the head and then down the irradiation and back up underneath and down the left side of meat and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweet kisses on that magnificent nous and then down the right-hand position and endorse up and another one-half XII Sweet, deep osculation 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 uncurbed devotion. I kissed and kissed and kissed and couldn't get enough.

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

We made pocket-sized talk for awhile before he signed the poster to signal the end of our session.

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

He had his cock was out in a issue of bit and I was on my articulatio genus even before and I planted my backtalk to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss rightfield on the tip. It felt like a good-bye 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 lips parted, he ran his finger's breadth through my yearn, embrown hair and told me I was a commodity boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station and spoke of how much stonemason 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 mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you suck on his cock ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of class I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within second, I was filled with doubt. How could someone like me ever do it good enough for a temporal man like Freemason ?

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 George Mason might be thinking the same affair. Yeah, technique is great, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking middle that makes it clear you know his putz. Bet he 's already thinking the same affair. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like Freemason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with proficiency are all right. but it's the ones with warmth, those are the ones that are too rare."

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