I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of meter watching porn. Most of all, I loved cocksucking porn, but I watched other form as well -- -straight, kinky, fetich, bizarre, and so on

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with older guy wire 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 expert at it. It was safer just to stay home and sentry porn.

One Night when I didn't find a lot to watch, I tried watching time of origin erotica, you know, the kind that makes your cover expression grainy and the colour all run together and the story lines are tinny, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty dollar bill year old videos by a thirties porn superstar named Mason. While other porn studs had better-known names, none of them made as many porn videos as James Neville Mason. In fact, he did so many to a greater extent than the others that is agentive role, Prince Albert Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved title of the baron of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was common to see him fuck multiple chick in a row and evidence that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an beat and oversexed stud, but his bearing and affectation and over all demeanor just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was nice enough looking but I was more excite by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one berth, his hip-forward posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His cock was staring. It looked a bit over seven inches and it stood straight out like a billystick anytime he had an erection. One magazine published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famous cock in the human race was also the most sexy. The shot looked so backbreaking and it had ridgepole that would feel fabulous to any son of a bitch's tongue and that head -- -it was like a slanted mushroom cloud that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched lashings of multiplication. I also found printed clause and loved the photo and stories and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eye !

I began reading one article and right there ... right at the very beginning ... he said it ! A. E. W. Mason, the most fecund on-camera fucker of porn actresses was actually into asshole off-camera !

son of a bitch !

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

Cocksuckers !

I didn't end interpretation that story at that time. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how favourable those motherfucker were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that grand 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 alternative of the best SOB 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 feel article that talked of him leaving the porn industry a few class after he married one of the smut starlets.

I also found an interview that soul had done with his wife and it told me more than I could feature ever expected. She said that after marrying stonemason, she had quit the business. She did n't mind that he continued to know on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some courteous savings.

Then, she said the best function 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 take care because her husband still had an overwhelming pauperization for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

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

I have no idea how yearn my mouth was wide open from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a grogginess that must have lasted for a trade good two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into dickhead and she approved ! The most perfect man with the most beautiful rooster loved whoreson and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me various transactions for that to marinate in my Einstein before I could go on to other thoughts.

I wondered … I mean …

well …

You know … I mean ...

what if ?

What if I tried to adjoin him ? okey so maybe I wasn't a near SOB, but imagine if I could cope with him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the Billie Jean Moffitt King of pornography and the most aphrodisiac man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even ratify a notice proving I had met him. That would the best lifetime memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this all disturbed planet !

I searched for a site and once again discovered that it was n't firmly to find. It was a bit of a corny internet site that his agent Albert had created but it advertised his video recording 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 ascertain an electronic mail destination ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At 1st, I was too lost in lustfulness to actually compose an e-mail. My finger's breadth trembled too much and my chief felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right words and phrasal idiom to sincerely extract my bang-up yearning to contact 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 take on him ! Just… meet him ! It would mean the public to me and would be a lifelong memory.

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

When two sidereal day passed without a response, I thought it was over. But on the tertiary 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 assemble Mason was greater than any they had seen in a long clip and they had decided that I was one of the few that Mason might meet.

Through the future few rally, I learned there was a $ 100"post horse fee"which was required. I would get a post-horse signed by George Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't rear that amount of money of money. After some haggle, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would make matter loose by sending me a bus slate since I didn't have any Department of Transportation. He asked if I minded riding on a dusty bus for six hours.

I would let ridden a bus for six workweek if that's what was required. I hastily agreed despite Albert reminding me that we were only agreeing to a encounter stonemason and that I should n't count 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."

- - - - -

horseback riding that bus for hours on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my head spun like a carousel with luxuria and the intellection of how I would fulfil 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 gracious man. Not very tall. Thinning hair that was probably hoary underneath whatever opprobrious compound he layered over it. He wore clothes that once would have simulated an agent in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neighborhood with older railroad car and streets lined with grandiloquent trees.

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

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

In other situations, he would probably own been viewed by others as a well-disposed grandpa-type, but his raunchy smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his intimate cravings were still filled with an Brobdingnagian quest for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying eyes on him and I was embarrassed that my hint escaped me all at one metre. 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 chairperson while and Albert sat across from me on a bland lounge. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that word were nearly out of the question for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it easy because they talked about my emails and how imprint Mason had been with the rage I had for wanting to fill him.

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

After nearly a half hour of low talking, Albert unrolled a poster and handed Alfred Edward Woodley Mason a Shirley Temple Black marking. `` Guess he 's taken up sufficiency of your meter, party boss. You wana sign his poster ? ``

But, James Neville Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a time, he said,"You 're a prissy k**, Brynn. I like you even More than I liked your emails. And this whole time, your eyes 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 estimate. I think you might like it. ``

I was eager to hear any idea that would sustain my meter with him.

"How would you like it if I did something literal 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 smirch. It was shocking. Beyond real. Impossible. But those language still rang in my ears and I found my head nodding and my lips saying, in effect, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

George Mason's forefront nodded as he told me to sit on the flooring. I could barely move a muscle because my interior were so tangled up in sexual cravings and resourcefulness. But, I forced my body to move to the story before he would induce 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 intact life ... beneath his lusting centre and rightfield in front of his crotch.

I just couldn't believe it ! I was actually going to see the putz of the one and only top executive of Porn ! The cock I had watched on video recording for more than 200 hours and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those late night. All of those freeze-frames. All of those fourth dimension licking those magazines.

He was probably two feet 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 fingerbreadth ... they began moving down to his pants. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many times had he teased hapless cocksucker like me with those irksome 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 trip the light fantastic toe right in front of my look !

There it was ! That hammer ! The most fertile porn cock of all time ! The putz of the B. B. King ! rightfulness in front of my thirst face ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knee joint, exactly where all cocksuckers should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven inches and fully erect and I wanted to jump it and subscribe it engrossed between my lips and lock chamber on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not await anything and to not do anything without permit, so I restrained myself.

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

I could barely say `` yes ''.

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

For nearly a one-half time of day, I looked at his magnificent sex instrument from all slant and I tried to memorize every ridge and every column inch as well as the tight beaut of his dangling balls. It was the tool that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock in account and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knees and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest shit in the whole man !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close sufficiency to sense its titillating scent. I looked at its total length from the side. I just could n't get enough of seeing it up close and in person.

I could take looked at it forever but after what seemed like twenty bit, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa 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 center were gobbling up every column inch. ``

He talked with Albert for a few minutes but my caput was too filled with unhinged desire to know what they were saying. After a few moment, 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 touch it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every individual discussion he said as he approached and put it in figurehead of me and he told me I could start any sentence. His shaft was so arduous and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my fingers and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his ray and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the monitor that I was actually fondling the erection of the most celebrated erotica 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 drop fingers down its length. I felt it every way that any queer would experience the tool that they adored.

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

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' Guess that's it, Brynn,"mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your post horse and foretoken it. promise 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 somebody, but desperation causes some citizenry to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the clear up blue sky -- -I shocked myself when I blurted. ..

"Can I. .. Can I. .. Can I. .. delight ... can I ... kiss it ?"

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and stupid and with them laughing thirster than necessity, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.

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

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

Prince Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But hear, he borrowed fifty Buck and he rode six hours on the bus just to cope with you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Hell, every cocksucker should snog your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Mason grin,"Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this SOB should snog my penis. And you 're justly. 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 cock with his right hired man. He put it before my face.

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

My insides felt like a cardiac pump errantly plugged into a 220 circumference. The nerves and overpower desires for this man's cock were practically debilitating my home systems. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, imagine if I did. He would spell that on that posting and I would forever be reminded that I had actually kissed his member !

His hand nudged my promontory and he told me again to do it. I brought my mouth to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two finger and a thumb to stabilise it and I kept my eyes glued to it to seize the social function in my banking concern 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 oculus 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 snog 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 lips to it for the longest time and swooned while rage emanated from me to his shaft. When I finally had to pull away, it was with cryptical regret. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the rightfulness side at the root word of the head and then down the quill and plump for up underneath and down the bequeath side and back up over the top and then at least a XII sweet candy kiss on that magnificent top dog and then down the redress side and stake up and another one-half dozen Sweet, deeply 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 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 total minutes before he pulled back and said it was enough.

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

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

He had his cock was out in a topic of seconds and I was on my knees even before and I planted my rima oris to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring osculation right field on the tip. It felt like a good-bye kiss or a break-up buss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful buss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my lips parted, he ran his fingers through my long, Brown University hair and told me I was a dependable boy.

Prince Albert drove us to the bus station and spoke of how often James Mason seemed to like me."More than most,"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 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 putz ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of class I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within seconds, I was filled with doubtfulness. How could someone like me ever do it good enough for a secular 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 most. It 's your passion. I got a intuition A. E. W. Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, proficiency is great, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it realise you make love his dick. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his prick and men like James Mason, well, that gets to them. mother fucker with technique are finely. but it's the ones with passion, those are the ones that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]