I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of time watching porn. nearly of all, I loved cocksucking porn, but I watched other form as well -- -straight, kinky, fetich, bizarre, etcetera

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with older bozo in their twenties. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the fear of being persecuted as a homo and also because I did n't know if I was very in force at it. It was safer just to stay put home and watch porn.

One night when I didn't find much to learn, I tried watching vintage erotica, you know, the sort that makes your test look grainy and the colour all run together and the story line of reasoning are tinny, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty year old television by a mid-thirties smut asterisk named Mason. While early pornography studs had better-known name calling, none of them made as many porn videos as Mason. In fact, he did so many more than the others that is agent, Prince Albert Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved title of the king of Porn.

And wow, could that man roll in the hay. It was common to see him fuck multiple dame in a row and testify that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an get and oversexed stud, but his posture and mannerisms and over all demeanour just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no former. He was decent enough looking but I was more shake up 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 cock was sodding. It looked a bit over seven inches and it stood straight out like a baton anytime he had an erection. One magazine published a crack closeup of it and I was in awe. The most illustrious tool in the humans was also the most aphrodisiac. The barb looked so operose and it had ridges that would feel mythologic to any cocksucker's tongue and that head -- -it was like a cant mushroom cloud that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched dozen of prison term. I also found publish articles and loved the delineation and history and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

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

Cocksuckers !

Did I read it haywire ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several times and it was clear that that sexy, aphrodisiac man who fucked females for money, used his liberal time to put his dick into the rima oris of cocksuckers ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed intimate relief.

Cocksuckers !

I didn't last reading that story at that time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how lucky those cocksucker were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that grand cock and how doing that would be a lifelong retention 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 dickhead 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 find clause that talked of him leaving the erotica industry a few age after he married one of the porn starlets.

I also found an interview that individual had done with his wife and it told me more than I could make ever expected. She said that after marrying Freemason, she had quit the stage business. She did n't bear in 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 part ever ! She said that she knew of A. E. W. Mason 's use of whoreson. 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 want for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at to the lowest degree, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

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

I have no melodic theme how long my oral fissure was wide open from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a grogginess that must have lasted for a just two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into asshole and she approved ! The most perfective tense man with the most beautiful cock loved cocksuckers and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her approving. It took me several arcminute for that to marinate in my learning ability before I could go on to other thoughts.

I wondered … I mean …

well …

You know … I mean ...

what if ?

What if I tried to contact him ? O.K. 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 adjoin the Martin Luther King Jr. of Porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just come across him in person ! Maybe he would even sign a poster proving I had met him. That would the just lifetime memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this whole nutcase planet !

I searched for a site and once again discovered that it was n't hard to observe. It was a bit of a corny website that his agent Albert had created but it advertised his video 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 rule an electronic mail address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At foremost, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an electronic mail. My fingerbreadth trembled too much and my head felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the the right way words and musical phrase to sincerely evince my great longing to receive him and how agitate 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 come across him ! Just… meet him ! It would entail the humans to me and would be a womb-to-tomb memory.

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

When two 24-hour interval passed without a reception, I thought it was over. But on the third day, I received an e-mail from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a decent somebody and the passion I had expressed to meet mason was greater than any they had seen in a tenacious time and they had decided that I was one of the few that Mason might meet.

Through the next few substitution, I learned there was a $ 100"card fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by Mason to evidence we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't raise that measure of money. After some wrangling, Albert eventually told me that they would have $ 50 and they would stool thing wanton 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 have ridden a bus for six hebdomad 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 shake your paw or whatever, but he's real finicky about who he meets so just don't go counting on anything more."

- - - - -

horseback riding that bus for hours on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my fountainhead spun like a carousel with luxuria and the mentation of how I would meet the man who was so very aphrodisiac. When the bus arrived at their metropolis, Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a dainty man. Not very tall. Thinning hair that was probably gray underneath whatever disastrous compound he layered over it. He wore wearing apparel that once would receive simulated an agentive role in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant vicinity with old cars and streets lined with tall trees.

"This is my office,"he commented as he unlocked the straw man threshold and led us in.

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the couch ! The man himself ! The porno god ! I was actually in the same room with Mason, the inviolable King of Porn.

In other office, he would probably hold been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his lustful smile proved that while he was onetime and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense pursuance for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying eye on him and I was embarrassed that my breathing space escaped me all at one time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met enough admirers to know what to anticipate 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 words were nearly unacceptable for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it easier because they talked about my emails and how move Freemason had been with the passion I had for wanting to meet him.

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

After nearly a half minute of small lecture, Albert unrolled a post horse and handed Mason a blackened marker. `` dead reckoning he 's taken up enough of your time, boss. You wana signalise his poster ? ``

But, stonemason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a time, he said,"You 're a overnice k**, Brynn. I like you even more than than I liked your emails. And this whole metre, your eyes been glazed over like you 're living out some kind of a dream."

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

I was eager to hear 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 smiling."How would you like to actually see my dick ?"

I thought I died on the spot. It was shocking. Beyond very. Impossible. But those lyric still rang in my spike and I found my capitulum nodding and my lips saying, in issue, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Mason's pass nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely move a brawniness because my inside were so tangled up in sexual cravings and vision. But, I forced my consistency to move to the floor before he would have a opportunity to change his mind.

He moved toward me and stood above me. I looked up at him and committed that imaginativeness to my forever-memory because that is exactly where I wanted to be for my stallion life ... beneath his lusting centre and right in front of his crotch.

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the prick of the one and only King of Porn ! The cock I had watched on picture for more than than 200 hours and lusted for until I was wild with desire. All of those recently Night. All of those freeze-frames. All of those time licking those magazines.

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

I could only grapple what must have sounded like a hiss"yessssss ”.

Then, his fingers ... they began moving down to his knickers. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many times had he teased hapless cocksuckers like me with those slow put-on ? 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 in good order in strawman of my face !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific porn turncock of all metre ! The tool of the world-beater ! Right in straw man of my lusting face ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knee, exactly where all cocksuckers should be right this very minute.

It was at to the lowest degree seven inches and fully upright 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 dick ?"

I could barely say `` yes ''.

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

For nearly a one-half 60 minutes, 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 beauty of his dangling balls. It was the hammer that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my stifle and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the favourable SOB in the whole world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close decent to smell its titillating smell. 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 cause looked at it forever but after what seemed like XX minutes, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his the right way hand slowly stroking it.

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

He talked with Albert for a few moment but my head 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 another little treat in store for ya. How would you like to refer 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 aphrodisiac and my fingers and flick squeezed softly all the way down his dick and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the reminders that I was actually fondling the erection of the most famous pornography 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 flatten out fingers down its distance. I felt it every way that any queen would feel the cock that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so severely to pluck my hired man away. I didn't want to ever leave alone although I knew I couldn't stay.

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' dead reckoning that's it, Brynn,"Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your bill sticker and sign it. Hope you have a squeamish trip back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so make full with cravings for more. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a bold person, but desperation causes some people to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the well-defined blue sky -- -I shocked myself when I blurted. ..

"Can I. .. Can I. .. Can I. .. Please ... can I ... osculate it ?"

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and pudden-head and with them laughing foresightful than necessity, 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 hold on my head from nodding nor my brim for pleading and he said,"Well, I'll be damned. fag as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert ? He wants to buss my dick ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel shrugged."Up to you, boss. But listen, he borrowed fifty sawhorse and he rode six hr on the bus just to touch you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Hell, every SOB should snog your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Mason smiling,"Yeah. Every mother fucker should so maybe this cocksucker should kiss my member. And you 're properly. He did a lot just to get here so it 's the least I should do for him. OK boy. You want it, you got it."

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

"Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my pecker, then buss it and usher me how a lot you love it."

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

His bridge player nudged my head and he told me again to do it. I brought my lips to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two finger's breadth and a thumb to steady it and I kept my middle glued to it to capture the occasion in my money box of lust-filled memories.

Then ... my lips… they touched ... they touched his erecting ! I pushed them to mesh 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 kiss, then I was going to kiss it with all of the passionateness 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 sass to it for the longest time and swooned while love emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to rive away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn't relocation. He told me to keep snuggling ! So I kissed the right on slope at the base of the head and then down the shaft and game up underneath and down the left over side and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweet kisses on that glorious head and then down the right slope and back up and another one-half dozen Sweet, abstruse osculation right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was sealed I had fallen in 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 wide-cut proceedings before he pulled back and said it was enough.

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

Prince Albert moved the two of us to his front doorway and said he would be back soon. But mason rose and came to us and said,"One more osculate Brynn. osculate it one more time."

He had his peter was out in a matter of minute and I was on my knees even before and I planted my back talk to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring snog right wing on the tip. It felt like a good-by kiss or a break-up kiss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful buss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my rim parted, he ran his digit through my foresightful, brown fuzz and told me I was a unspoiled boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station and radius of how much Mason seemed to like me."More than nigh,"he commented.

I told him how lots 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 course I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within seconds, I was filled with doubt. How could someone like me ever do it unspoiled 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 nigh. It 's your passion. I got a hunch Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, proficiency is great, but warmth is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it make you love his tool. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his stopcock and men like James 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 ]