I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of prison term watching porn. Most of all, I loved cocksucking pornography, but I watched early sort as well -- -straight, kinky, hoodoo, bizarre, etc.

I had only sucked a few clock time, mostly with older guys in their twenty. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the fear of being persecuted as a homophile and also because I did n't fuck if I was very good at it. It was safer just to stay domicile and watch porn.

One night when I didn't find often to watch over, I tried watching time of origin porn, you know, the kind that makes your screen looking grainy and the colors all run together and the story lines are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty yr old videos by a mid-thirties porn star named Freemason. While other pornography stud had better-known names, none of them made as many porn television as Mason. In fact, he did so many Thomas More than the others that is agent, Albert Gustava, gave mason the well-deserved title of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man nooky. It was plebeian to see him bang multiple chicks in a row and bear witness that he came each meter by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and oversexed rivet, but his attitude and mannerisms and over all behavior just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was decent enough looking but I was more excited by how he exuded sex and how, even standing in one place, his hip-forward carriage made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His pecker was perfect. It looked a bit over seven column inch and it stood straight out like a wand anytime he had an erection. One mag published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most noted cock in the world was also the most sexy. The calamus looked so firmly and it had ridges that would feel fabulous to any cocksucker's tongue and that principal -- -it was like a slanted mushroom that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched rafts of time. I also found printed clause and loved the movie and stories and those with his consultation and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my center !

I began reading one article and right wing there ... right at the very beginning ... he said it ! Alfred Edward Woodley Mason, the most fecund on-camera fucker of smut actresses was actually into whoreson off-camera !

SOB !

Did I read it wrong ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several fourth dimension and it was take in that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his free sentence to put his dick into the oral fissure of dickhead ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

asshole !

I didn't finish interpretation that story at that prison term. 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 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 selection 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 find out and I didn't have to search long to rule clause that talked of him leaving the pornography industriousness a few long time after he married one of the pornography starlets.

I also found an interview that someone 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 concern. She did n't mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would renounce when they had built some nice savings.

Then, she said the good constituent 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 husband still had an overwhelming need for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

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

I have no melodic theme how long my mouth was full exposed from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a stupor that must have lasted for a good two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most perfect man with the most beautiful pecker loved dickhead and his own married woman knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me several minutes 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 touch him ? Okay so maybe I wasn't a good shit, but imagine if I could meet him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the business leader of smut and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even bless a bill sticker proving I had met him. That would the practiced lifetime memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most intimate man I had ever seen on this altogether crazy major planet !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't heavy to find. It was a bit of a corny internet site that his federal agent Albert 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 retrieve an e-mail address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first-class honours degree, I was too lost in luxuria to actually draw up an e-mail. My fingers trembled too much and my point felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the properly words and phrases to sincerely show my peachy longing to meet him and how exciting it would be for me and how I loved that he was into SOB even though I was n't lots of one myself. All I wanted to do was just fulfill him ! Just… meet him ! It would mean the humanity 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 one-third day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a decent mortal and the passion I had expressed to meet Mason was bully than any they had seen in a long time and they had decided that I was one of the few that Mason might meet.

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

I would accept 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 coming together Mason and that I should n't matter on anything else.

"I'm not saying he won't shake your hired hand or whatever, but he's real particular 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 fountainhead spun like a merry-go-round with lust and the thinking of how I would meet the man who was so very sexy. When the bus arrived at their city, Prince Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a nice man. Not very tall. Thinning hair's-breadth that was probably gray underneath whatever nigrify chemical compound he layered over it. He wore dress that once would have simulated an broker in the amusement diligence but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

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

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

And then. . .right there. .. right hand before me. .. rising from the sofa ! The man himself ! The porn god ! I was actually in the like room with A. E. W. Mason, the right-down Billie Jean Moffitt King of Porn.

In former site, he would probably have been viewed by others as a well-disposed grandpa-type, but his salacious grin proved that while he was honest-to-goodness and his outer dead body had changed, his intimate cravings were still filled with an vast seeking for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying eyes on him and I was embarrassed that my breathing spell escaped me all at one time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met enough admirers to know 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 sofa. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that actor's line were nearly impossible for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it soft because they talked about my e-mail and how yarn-dye Mason had been with the warmth I had for wanting to conform to him.

"He already gave me the fifty dollar bill bucks,"Albert said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two mother fucker he knows."

After nearly a half time of day of small talk, Albert unrolled a notice and handed Mason a black marking. `` dead reckoning he 's taken up adequate of your time, boss. You wana sign on his poster ? ``

But, A. E. W. Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after a lot too long of a time, he said,"You 're a nice k**, Brynn. I like you even to a greater extent than I liked your emails. And this whole 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 melodic theme. I think you might like it. ``

I was eager to hear any melodic theme that would prolong my clip with him.

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

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

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

Mason's foreland nodded as he told me to sit on the flooring. I could barely move a muscle because my insides were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my body to motivate to the floor before he would have a hazard to change 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 life ... beneath his lusting middle 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 erotica ! The rooster I had watched on video for Thomas 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 make do what must have sounded like a sibilation"yessssss ”.

Then, his fingers ... they began moving down to his pants. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zip. How many fourth dimension had he teased hapless prick like me with those retard 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 pant and let it dance rightfield in strawman of my face !

There it was ! That cock ! The most fertile pornography turncock of all sentence ! The cock of the King ! right field in forepart of my lusting face ! 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 erect and I wanted to jump it and take it imprisoned between my lips 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 ''.

"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 tool from all angles and I tried to memorize every ridge and every in as well as the nasty smasher of his dangling clump. It was the prick that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock in chronicle and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my articulatio genus and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the golden cocksucker in the whole world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close adequate to smell its erotic aroma. I looked at its entire length from the face. 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 likes of XX minutes, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his right paw slowly stroking it.

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

He talked with Albert for a few minutes but my fountainhead 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 make another little treat in store for ya. How would you like to touch it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every 1 word he said as he approached and put it in front of me and he told me I could start any clock time. His shaft was so difficult and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my finger and hitch 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 hard-on of the most famous porn fucker ever ! I felt every bit of it, sometimes squeezing, sometimes running my finger's breadth over it and sometimes just very softly fondling it. I touched it with one fingerbreadth and I slid my flattened fingerbreadth down its length. I felt it every way that any queen would sense 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 result although I knew I couldn't stay.

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' speculation that's it, Brynn,"mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your poster and sign it. Hope you have a skillful trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so fulfil with cravings for more than. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a bold soul, but desperation causes some people to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the light up 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 longsighted than necessity, I felt like the most horrific almost-cocksucker ever.

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

I couldn't blockade my head from nodding nor my lips for pleading and he said,"fountainhead, I'll be damned. Queer as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you remember Prince Albert ? He wants to kiss my dick ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel shrugged."Up to you, stamp. But listen, he borrowed 50 bucks and he rode six hours on the bus just to come across you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Hell, every mother fucker should kiss your penis."

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

He came to me while holding his prick with his right hand. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my pecker, then kiss it and register me how much you love it."

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

His manus nudged my head teacher and he told me again to do it. I brought my lips to the tip of his beautiful sex electric organ and I used two fingers and a quarter round to steady it and I kept my eyes glued to it to capture the affair in my bank 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 eyes and reminded myself that I was doing it ! I was kissing his cock !

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

I held my lips to it for the farseeing time and swooned while Passion emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to pluck away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep hugging ! So I kissed the right wing position at the base of the head and then down the scape and second up underneath and down the left side and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweet kisses on that splendid head and then down the flop side of meat and back up and another half dozen dessert, thick kisses right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was certain I had fallen in love life 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 full moment before he pulled back and said it was enough.

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

Prince 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 to a greater extent osculate Brynn. Kiss it one more time."

He had his turncock was out in a affair of sec and I was on my human knee even before and I planted my mouth to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss rightfulness on the tip. It felt like a good day kiss or a break-up osculation and I wanted it to be the most meaningful osculation that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my lips parted, he ran his fingers through my retentive, embrown hair and told me I was a good boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station and spoke of how much George Mason seemed to like me."more than about,"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 hope, Brynn, but what would you say about me talking to Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you suck on his stopcock ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of course I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within endorsement, I was filled with dubiety. How could someone like me ever do it commodity 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 technique that matters virtually. It 's your passion. I got a hunch Mason might be thinking the same matter. Yeah, technique is expectant, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you roll in the hay his dick. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his rooster and men like Freemason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with technique are fine. but it's the I with Passion of Christ, those are the 1 that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]