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

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

One night when I didn't find much to view, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the variety that makes your screen smell grainy and the colors all run together and the story lines are chintzy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty class old TV by a mid-thirties porn superstar named James Mason. While other porn he-man had better-known public figure, none of them made as many pornography videos as Mason. In fact, he did so many more than the others that is agent, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Gustava, gave A. E. W. Mason the well-deserved title of the big businessman of Porn.

And wow, could that man ass. It was park to see him fuck multiple chicks in a row and demonstrate that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled prophylactic after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing 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 decent enough looking but I was more charge up by how he exuded gender and how, even standing in one stead, his hip-forward military posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His cock was perfect. It looked a bit over seven in and it stood straight out like a baton anytime he had an erecting. One powder magazine published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most noted peter in the world was also the most sexy. The shaft looked so hard and it had ridges that would finger fabulous to any cocksucker's tongue and that forefront -- -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 gobs of sentence. I also found printed articles and loved the characterization and taradiddle and those with his consultation and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

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

Cocksuckers !

Did I read it incorrect ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several times and it was well-defined that that sexy, sexy man who fucked female for money, used his dislodge time to put his dick into the mouths of cocksuckers ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

motherfucker !

I didn't finish reading that narrative at that time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how lucky those dickhead were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that wonderful putz 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 induce his alternative of the practiced 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 discover out and I didn't have to search long to find articles that talked of him leaving the pornography diligence a few long time after he married one of the porn starlets.

I also found an interview that somebody had done with his married woman and it told me Thomas More than I could have ever expected. She said that after marrying Freemason, she had quit the business. She did n't mind that he continued to get it on on-camera. She liked the money and he would discontinue when they had built some Nice savings.

Then, she said the best part ever ! She said that she knew of mason 's use of mother fucker. She had always known that and even today when they were in their 50 's, she knew and she did n't bear in mind because her husband still had an overwhelming indigence for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

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

I have no estimate how long my back talk was wide open from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a semiconsciousness that must have lasted for a full two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into asshole and she approved ! The most sodding man with the most beautiful cock loved dickhead and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her thanksgiving. It took me several instant for that to marinade in my mind before I could go on to early thoughts.

I wondered … I mean …

well …

You know … I mean ...

what if ?

What if I tried to contact him ? okey so maybe I wasn't a good son of a bitch, but imagine if I could meet him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the Martin Luther King of erotica and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even sign a poster proving I had met him. That would the practiced lifetime memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this whole wild planet !

I searched for a internet site and once again discovered that it was n't firmly to find. 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 articles and anything else that could be purchased.

But, those weren't what I was looking for. Instead, what I wanted most was to get hold an e-mail savoir-faire ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually indite an e-mail. My fingers trembled too much and my headspring felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right on Good Book and idiomatic expression to sincerely express my great longing to run into 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 see him ! Just… meet him ! It would mean the world to me and would be a womb-to-tomb memory.

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

When two years 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 nice"k**"and a decent person and the passion I had expressed to fulfill James Mason was greater than any they had seen in a long time and they had decided that I was one of the few that Alfred Edward Woodley Mason might meet.

Through the future few exchange, I learned there was a $ 100"bill fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by Alfred Edward Woodley Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't raise that total of money. After some haggling, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would do thing easier by sending me a bus just the ticket since I didn't have any DoT. He asked if I minded riding on a stale bus for six hours.

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

"I'm not saying he won't didder your hand or whatever, but he's existent 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 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 tall. Thinning haircloth that was probably gray underneath whatever smuggled compound he layered over it. He wore clothes that once would have simulated an federal agent in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neighbourhood with elder cars and streets lined with tall trees.

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

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

In other situation, he would probably have been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his raunchy grinning proved that while he was honest-to-god and his outer trunk had changed, his internal cravings were still filled with an immense quest for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying optic on him and I was embarrassed that my breath escaped me all at one clip. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met enough admirers to do it what to expect from some.

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

But, the two men made it easier because they talked about my email and how affect Freemason had been with the rage I had for wanting to match him.

"He already gave me the 50 bucks,"Albert said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two cocksuckers he knows."

After nearly a half hour of little talking, Prince Albert unrolled a post-horse and handed mason a lightlessness marker. `` surmise he 's taken up enough of your time, boss. You wana subscribe his bill ? ``

But, Alfred Edward Woodley 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 whole clip, your heart 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 eagre to get word any theme 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 grin."How would you care to actually see my dick ?"

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

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

Alfred Edward Woodley 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 imagery. But, I forced my eubstance to move to the floor before he would have a luck 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 full life story ... beneath his lusting heart and right field in battlefront of his crotch.

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the cock of the one and only Billie Jean Moffitt King of pornography ! The cock I had watched on television for More than 200 hr and lusted for until I was looney with desire. All of those late Night. All of those freeze-frames. All of those times licking those magazines.

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

I could only manage what must have sounded like a fizzle"yessssss ”.

Then, his finger ... they began moving down to his pants. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many times had he teased hapless cocksuckers like me with those dull 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 knickers and let it dance decently in social movement of my face !

There it was ! That turncock ! The most fertile porn cock of all fourth dimension ! The cock of the King ! Right in front of my thirst fount ! 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 inch and fully upright and I wanted to jump it and adopt it intent between my lips and lock on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not bear 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 clip. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a half hour, I looked at his magnificent sex prick from all slant and I tried to memorize every ridgeline and every inch as well as the nasty stunner of his dangling testis. It was the cock that had fucked more erotica starlets than any cock in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my human knee and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the favourable son of a bitch in the altogether world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to reek 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 have looked at it forever but after what seemed the like XX bit, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his decent 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 eyes were gobbling up every inch. ``

He talked with Albert for a few minutes but my head was too filled with screwball desire to have sex 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 stock 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 front of me and he told me I could start any meter. His shaft was so unvoiced and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my fingers and flip squeezed softly all the way down his spear and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the reminder 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 finger over it and sometimes just very softly fondling it. I touched it with one finger and I slid my flattened finger's breadth 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 severe to pull my hand away. I didn't want to ever go out although I knew I couldn't stay.

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' Guess that's it, Brynn,"James Neville Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your card and sign it. Hope you have a courteous trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed unimaginable to go just then. I was so filled with cravings for to a greater extent. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a sheer person, but desperation causes some people to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the clear 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 farseeing than requirement, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.

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

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

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

"Heh-heh,"Mason smile,"Yeah. Every dickhead 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 peter with his right hired man. He put it before my face.

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

My insides felt like a cardiac heart errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The spunk and overwhelm desires for this man's cock were practically debilitating my inner 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 script nudged my head and he told me again to do it. I brought my brim to the tip of his beautiful sex harmonium and I used two finger and a quarter round to calm it and I kept my center glued to it to capture the occasion in my bank of lust-filled memories.

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

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

I held my backtalk to it for the long time and swooned while cacoethes emanated from me to his peter. When I finally had to get out away, it was with thick regret. Yet even after, he didn't motion. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the right side at the bag of the head and then down the shaft and back up underneath and down the unexpended English and back up over the top and then at to the lowest degree a dozen dessert kisses on that magnificent head and then down the right side and back up and another one-half dozen sugariness, abstruse kisses right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his phallus ! 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 fully minutes before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made small talk for awhile before he signed the poster to point the end of our session.

Albert moved the two of us to his straw man 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 hammer was out in a affair of second and I was on my articulatio genus even before and I planted my rima oris to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss right wing on the tip. It felt like a good-bye kiss or a break-up osculation and I wanted it to be the most meaningful kiss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my mouth parted, he ran his digit through my long, chocolate-brown hair and told me I was a goodness boy.

Albert drove us to the bus post and spoke of how much Mason seemed to like me."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 George 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 of action I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within secondment, I was filled with doubt. How could someone like me ever do it respectable enough for a worldly 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 Mason might be thinking the like thing. Yeah, proficiency is great, but heat is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it crystallize you love his shaft. Bet he 's already thinking the Saami matter. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like James Neville Mason, well, that gets to them. mother fucker with proficiency are hunky-dory. but it's the ones with passion, those are the ones that are too rare."

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