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

I had only sucked a few meter, mostly with older hombre in their twenty dollar bill. 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 sleep with if I was very secure at it. It was safer just to stay home and watch porn.

One night when I didn't find a great deal to learn, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the variety that makes your blind aspect grainy and the coloring all run together and the story credit line are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty yr old videos by a thirty-something porn star named James Mason. While other porn scantling had better-known names, none of them made as many porn videos as Mason. In fact, he did so many Thomas More than the others that is agent, Prince Albert Gustava, gave James Mason the well-deserved form of address of the Billie Jean Moffitt King of Porn.

And wow, could that man screwing. It was mutual to see him bonk multiple chicks in a row and evidence that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled safe after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and oversexed stud, but his posture and mannerisms and over all conduct just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was decent enough looking but I was more energize by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one place, his hip-forward bearing made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His rooster was perfect. It looked a bit over seven inches 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 peter in the world was also the most sexy. The beam looked so hard and it had ridgepole that would find fabulous to any motherfucker's lingua and that head -- -it was like a angle mushroom that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched lots of times. I also found impress articles and loved the pictures and tale and those with his audience and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my heart !

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

SOB !

Did I read it untimely ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several times and it was cleared that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his free time to put his prick into the oral cavity of cocksuckers ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed intimate relief.

Cocksuckers !

I didn't end version that story at that clock time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how favorable those cocksuckers were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that wonderful cock and how doing that would be a womb-to-tomb retentiveness 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 motherfucker 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 look long to find articles that talked of him leaving the porno industry a few days after he married one of the porn starlets.

I also found an interview that someone had done with his wife and it told me Thomas More than I could have ever expected. She said that after marrying A. E. W. Mason, she had quit the business. She did n't mind 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 component ever ! She said that she knew of Alfred Edward Woodley 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 overmaster need for sex that she could not fulfill on her own and, at to the lowest degree, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

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

I have no idea how farseeing my back talk was wide open 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 utter man with the most beautiful stopcock loved whoreson and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her thanksgiving. It took me respective minute for that to marinate in my brain before I could go on to former thoughts.

I wondered … I mean …

well …

You know … I mean ...

what if ?

What if I tried to meet him ? Okay so maybe I wasn't a good cocksucker, but imagine if I could forgather him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the Billie Jean Moffitt King of Porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in somebody ! Maybe he would even ratify a poster proving I had met him. That would the in force life memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most intimate man I had ever seen on this all crazy planet !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't hard to happen. It was a bit of a corny web site that his agent Prince Albert had created but it advertised his telecasting and printed article 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 email destination ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an email. My fingerbreadth trembled too much and my head word felt too giddy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right lyric and phrases to sincerely express my with child longing to play him and how energise 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 match him ! Just… meet him ! It would intend the world to me and would be a womb-to-tomb 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 nice"k**"and a decent person and the cacoethes I had expressed to meet stonemason was large than any they had seen in a long clock time and they had decided that I was one of the few that James Neville Mason might meet.

Through the next few exchanges, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a bill sticker signed by stonemason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't raise that amount of money. After some haggling, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would crap things easy by sending me a bus ticket since I didn't have any transport. He asked if I minded riding on a cold bus for six hours.

I would have 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 Freemason 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 actual 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 headspring spun like a carousel with lecherousness and the thought of how I would get together the man who was so very aphrodisiacal. When the bus arrived at their city, Prince Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a skillful man. Not very tall. Thinning hair that was probably Gy underneath whatever black chemical 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 neighborhood with sometime automobile and streets lined with grandiloquent trees.

"This is my place,"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 erotica god ! I was actually in the same room with Mason, the absolute magnate of Porn.

In other situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his lewd smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense seeking for sex.

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

He motioned for me to sit in a chair while and Albert sat across from me on a bland sofa. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that word of honor were nearly out of the question for me. I felt so awkward.

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

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

After nearly a half hour of diminished talk, Prince Albert unrolled a poster and handed Mason a black marker. `` Guess he 's taken up enough of your time, foreman. You wana signalise his poster ? ``

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 unhurt time, your heart been glazed over like you 're living out some variety of a dream."

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

I was aegir to learn any musical theme that would prolong my clip 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 grinning."How would you wish to actually see my dick ?"

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

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel laughed."Now that is some fag who wants to see it that bad."

mason's fountainhead nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely move a brawniness because my insides were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imagery. But, I forced my body to move to the floor before he would have a chance to alter 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 animation ... beneath his lusting middle and right 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 Porn ! The cock I had watched on telecasting for more than 200 time of day and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those previous night. All of those freeze-frames. All of those times 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 have sounded like a hissing"yessssss ”.

Then, his finger ... they began moving down to his gasp. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many times had he teased hapless cocksuckers like me with those ho-hum 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 pants and let it dance mightily in front of my face !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific smut peter of all clock time ! The cock of the queen ! rightfield in nominal head of my starve grimace ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my articulatio genus, exactly where all cocksuckers should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven inches and fully raise 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 expect anything and to not do anything without permission, so I restrained myself.

"You like that, boy ? You like looking at my gumshoe ?"

I could barely say `` yes ''.

"well, you just look at it all you want,"Freemason said."We got clock time. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a half minute, I looked at his magnificent sex tool from all Angle and I tried to memorize every ridgeline and every inch as well as the nasty stunner of his dangling balls. It was the cock that had fucked more porn starlets than any peter in chronicle and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knees and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest asshole in the whole humans !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to smell its titillating aroma. I looked at its entire length 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 wish twenty dollar bill minutes, 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 glassy eyes staring at my dick like that. Like those eyes were gobbling up every in. ``

He talked with Albert for a few transactions but my head was too filled with screwball desire to do it what they were saying. After a few minutes, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just ingest another little goody in fund for ya. How would you like to match 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 take up any time. His shaft was so hard and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my fingers and riffle squeezed softly all the way down his beam of light and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the reminders 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 flattened fingers down its length. I felt it every way that any pouf would feel the cock that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so hard to attract my hired man away. I didn't want to ever depart although I knew I couldn't stay.

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' guesswork 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 nice trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so replete 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 mortal, but desperation causes some citizenry 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 longer than requirement, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.

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

I couldn't block my head from nodding nor my mouth for pleading and he said,"well, I'll be damned. fag as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you call up Prince Albert ? He wants to kiss my shaft ! 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 fill you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Hell, every SOB should buss your penis."

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

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

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

My insides felt like a cardiac pump errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The boldness and overwhelming desires for this man's prick were practically debilitating my internal organization. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, think if I did. He would spell that on that post horse and I would forever be reminded that I had actually kissed his member !

His hand nudged my caput and he told me again to do it. I brought my lips to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two fingerbreadth and a pollex to steady it and I kept my eyes glued to it to capture the occasion in my banking concern of lust-filled memories.

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

I determined that if all I got was one kiss, 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 kisses ... right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.

I held my mouth to it for the longest clock time and swooned while warmth emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to draw out away, it was with abstruse regret. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep cuddling ! So I kissed the veracious incline at the understructure of the foreland and then down the shaft and indorse up underneath and down the left side and back up over the top and then at to the lowest degree a dozen confection kisses on that glorious head and then down the right-hand side and back up and another half 12 sugariness, deep buss right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was certain I had fallen in dear with it which is why I kissed it with unbridle veneration. 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 bill sticker to point the end of our session.

Prince Albert moved the two of us to his front doorway and said he would be back soon. But Alfred Edward Woodley Mason rose and came to us and said,"One more kiss Brynn. Kiss it one Sir Thomas More time."

He had his cock was out in a matter of second gear and I was on my stifle even before and I planted my sassing to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss right on the tip. It felt like a good-bye kiss or a break-up candy kiss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful kiss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my lip parted, he ran his fingerbreadth through my farsighted, John Brown hair and told me I was a good boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station 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 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 hammer ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of line I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within seconds, I was filled with question. How could individual like me ever do it good enough for a worldly man like mason ?

I explained that to Prince Albert and he said, `` You're missing something here, Brynn. It 's not your experience or proficiency that matters most. It 's your heat. I got a hunch James Mason might be thinking the like affair. Yeah, technique is great, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you love his cock. 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 fine. but it's the ones with passion, those are the ones that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]