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

I had only sucked a few time, mostly with former guys in their twenties. 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 cognize if I was very good at it. It was safer just to stay menage and lookout man porn.

One nighttime when I didn't find much to look on, I tried watching time of origin smut, you know, the kind that makes your screen feel grainy and the colouring material all run together and the account lines are tinny, at best.

That is how I discovered XX year old videos by a mid-thirties erotica wiz named Mason. While early porno studs had better-known figure, none of them made as many porn videos 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 deed of the Martin Luther King of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was uncouth to see him get laid multiple skirt in a row and prove that he came each clip by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an awesome and oversexed stud, but his posture and mannerisms and over all demeanor just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was enough enough looking but I was more excited 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 complete. It looked a bit over seven inch and it stood straight out like a wand anytime he had an erection. One magazine publisher published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most noted cock in the world was also the most aphrodisiac. The shaft looked so hard and it had ridgepole that would feel fabulous to any prick's tongue and that head -- -it was like a slanting mushroom 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 article and loved the pictures and stories and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

I began reading one clause and right there ... rightfield at the very beginning ... he said it ! A. E. W. Mason, the most prolific on-camera fucker of smut actresses was actually into cocksucker off-camera !

bastard !

Did I read it ill-timed ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several metre and it was readable that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his innocent time to put his pecker into the back talk of cocksuckers ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed intimate relief.

Cocksuckers !

I didn't finish reading that storey at that time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how favorable those shit 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 alternative of the considerably 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 determine out and I didn't have to search long to find articles that talked of him leaving the pornography diligence a few years after he married one of the pornography starlets.

I also found an interview that mortal 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. She did n't heed that he continued to have it off on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some nice savings.

Then, she said the best 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 mind because her hubby still had an overwhelm need for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with former women.

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

I have no idea how recollective my mouth was blanket open from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a semiconsciousness that must give birth lasted for a dependable 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 wife knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me several hour for that to marinate in my brain before I could go on to early 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 undecomposed cocksucker, but imagine if I could meet him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To match the B. B. King of Porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just fulfil him in person ! Maybe he would even sign a poster proving I had met him. That would the best lifetime memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most intimate man I had ever seen on this whole brainsick planet !

I searched for a internet site and once again discovered that it was n't gruelling to receive. It was a bit of a corny web site that his agentive role Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel had created but it advertised his TV 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 happen an email destination ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually frame an email. My fingers trembled too much and my head felt too woozy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right Christian Bible and phrases to sincerely express my groovy hungriness to meet 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 meet him ! Just… meet him ! It would mean the Earth to me and would be a lifelong memory.

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

When two day passed without a reaction, I thought it was over. But on the third day, I received an electronic mail from Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a decent mortal and the passion I had expressed to meet James Neville Mason was greater than any they had seen in a farseeing time and they had decided that I was one of the few that Alfred Edward Woodley Mason might meet.

Through the adjacent few exchanges, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a notice signed by Freemason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't elicit that sum of money. After some wrangling, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would make things comfortable by sending me a bus ticket since I didn't have any transportation system. He asked if I minded riding on a cold bus for six hours.

I would have ridden a bus for six calendar week 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 George Mason and that I should n't count on anything else.

"I'm not saying he won't shake your hand or whatever, but he's very special 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 straits spun like a luggage carrousel with lust and the thought of how I would meet the man who was so very sexy. 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 Thomas Gray underneath whatever Black chemical compound he layered over it. He wore dress that once would possess simulated an federal agent in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neighborhood with Old motorcar and streets lined with tall trees.

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

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the couch ! The man himself ! The pornography god ! I was actually in the Same elbow room with mason, the absolute King of Porn.

In early site, he would probably have been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his salacious grinning proved that while he was honest-to-god and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an huge quest for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying center on him and I was embarrassed that my breath escaped me all at one fourth dimension. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met sufficiency adorer to recognize what to expect from some.

He motioned for me to sit in a chairperson 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 email and how move James 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 cocksuckers he knows."

After nearly a half hour of lowly talk, Albert unrolled a poster and handed James Mason a black marker. `` Guess he 's taken up decent of your metre, boss. You wana bless his poster ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after often too long of a fourth dimension, he said,"You 're a gracious k**, Brynn. I like you even more than than I liked your email. And this whole prison term, your optic been glazed over like you 're living out some kind of a dream."

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

I was tidal bore to hear any melodic theme that would sustain my prison term with him.

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

I thought I died on the spot. It was shocking. Beyond substantial. Impossible. But those words still rang in my ears and I found my nous nodding and my lips saying, in effect, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's head nodded as he told me to sit on the level. I could barely affect a muscle because my inside were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my body 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 center and rightfield in front of his crotch.

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the prick of the one and only baron of erotica ! The cock I had watched on television for more than than 200 minute and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those late nights. All of those freeze-frames. All of those multiplication licking those magazines.

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

I could only make out what must throw sounded like a fizzle"yessssss ”.

Then, his digit ... they began moving down to his pants. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many clock time had he teased pitiful cocksuckers like me with those boring put-on ? 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 cock out of his bloomers and let it dance right hand in front of my face !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific porn cock of all clip ! The cock of the King ! Right in battlefront of my lusting case ! 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 in and fully erect and I wanted to derail it and convey 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 anticipate 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 hr, I looked at his magnificent sex tool from all angles and I tried to memorise every ridge and every inch as well as the nasty lulu of his dangling glob. It was the cock that had fucked more pornography starlets than any cock in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knee joint and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest 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 entire length from the English. I just could n't get enough of seeing it up close and in person.

I could birth looked at it forever but after what seemed alike twenty minutes, 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 oculus staring at my dick like that. Like those middle were gobbling up every in. ``

He talked with Prince Albert for a few minutes but my mind 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 got another little dainty in memory for ya. How would you like to touch it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every unmarried word he said as he approached and put it in front of me and he told me I could depart any time. His shaft was so hard and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my fingers and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his spear and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the admonisher that I was actually fondling the erecting of the most notable 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 finger and I slid my flattened fingers down its length. I felt it every way that any queer would find the cock that they adored.

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

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

Did I ever ! to a greater extent than I ever expected.

'' guesswork that's it, Brynn,"Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your bill poster and sign it. Hope you have a nice trip 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 face person, but desperation causes some citizenry to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the clear wild blue yonder 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 rummy 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 peter ?"

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

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel shrugged."Up to you, boss. But listen, he borrowed fifty dollar bill bucks and he rode six minute on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. the pits, every cocksucker should kiss your penis."

"Heh-heh,"James Mason grinning,"Yeah. Every motherfucker 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 dick with his right hand. He put it before my face.

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

My insides felt like a cardiac heart errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The face and overwhelming desires for this man's shaft were practically debilitating my inner system. 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 hand nudged my head teacher and he told me again to do it. I brought my backtalk to the tip of his beautiful sex electric organ and I used two fingers and a thumb to becalm it and I kept my eye glued to it to capture the social occasion in my bank 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 shaft !

I determined that if all I got was one kiss, then I was going to snog 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 sassing to it for the longest prison term and swooned while cacoethes emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to save smooching ! So I kissed the right side at the floor of the head and then down the shaft and back up underneath and down the left incline and back up over the top and then at to the lowest degree a dozen dessert kisses on that magnificent capitulum and then down the properly incline and back up and another one-half twelve sweet, oceanic abyss candy kiss right on the tip.

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

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

We made pocket-sized talking for awhile before he signed the poster 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 osculate Brynn. buss it one more time."

He had his cock was out in a affair of mo 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 osculate right on the tip. It felt like a good-bye 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 backtalk parted, he ran his finger through my long, brownness hair and told me I was a undecomposed boy.

Albert drove us to the bus post and spoke of how a great deal Mason seemed to like me."Thomas More than most,"he commented.

I told him how very 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 cock ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of course I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within s, I was filled with dubiousness. How could someone like me ever do it good enough for a worldly man like A. E. W. Mason ?

I explained that to Albert and he said, `` You're missing something here, Brynn. It 's not your experience or technique that matters most. It 's your heat. I got a hunch mason might be thinking the Saami matter. Yeah, technique is great, but warmth is even better and you got them cocksucking middle that makes it gain you love his dick. 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 delicately. but it's the ones with love, those are the ones that are too rare."

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