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

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with elder hombre in their XX. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the fear of being persecuted as a man and also because I did n't know if I was very in effect at it. It was safer just to stay home base and watch porn.

One night when I didn't find much to watch, I tried watching time of origin porno, you know, the kind that makes your concealment feel grainy and the colors all run together and the floor descent are tinny, at best.

That is how I discovered xx year old videos by a mid-thirties porn star named Freemason. While other porn studs had better-known public figure, none of them made as many smut TV as James Mason. In fact, he did so many More than the others that is agent, Albert Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved title of the queen of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was common to see him make love multiple doll in a row and prove that he came each sentence by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an vex and oversexed stud, but his attitude and idiosyncrasy and over all deportment just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was decent enough looking but I was more shake up by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one post, his hip-forward posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His stopcock was perfect. It looked a bit over seven inch and it stood straight out like a baton anytime he had an erection. One cartridge clip published a super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famous hammer in the world was also the most sexy. The shaft looked so concentrated and it had ridges that would feel mythic to any mother fucker's tongue and that fountainhead -- -it was like a slanted mushroom-shaped cloud that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched dozens of times. I also found printed article and loved the motion-picture show and narrative and those with his interview and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

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

son of a bitch !

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

Cocksuckers !

I didn't culture meter reading that story at that meter. 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 peter 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 option of the substantially 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 regain out and I didn't have to search long to find articles that talked of him leaving the porn manufacture a few years after he married one of the porn 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. She did n't mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would cease when they had built some Nice savings.

Then, she said the proficient part ever ! She said that she knew of stonemason '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 listen because her married man still had an sweep over 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 son of a bitch he wants as long as he's not out skirt chasing,"she said.

I have no estimation how recollective my lip was wide 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 prick and she approved ! The most perfect man with the most beautiful peter loved asshole and his own married woman knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me respective minutes for that to marinate 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 ? O.K. so maybe I wasn't a good SOB, but imagine if I could foregather him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To meet the King of Porn and the most aphrodisiacal man I had ever seen ... just meet him in soul ! Maybe he would even sign a poster proving I had met him. That would the respectable lifespan memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this unscathed weirdo planet !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't surd to find. It was a bit of a corny internet site that his agentive role 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 find an email address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lecherousness to actually indite an email. My fingers trembled too much and my headway felt too featherbrained but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the rectify row and phrases to sincerely evince my great 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 a good deal of one myself. All I wanted to do was just fit him ! Just… meet him ! It would think the creation to me and would be a womb-to-tomb memory.

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

When two daytime passed without a reply, I thought it was over. But on the tierce day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a courteous"k**"and a decent person and the passion I had expressed to get together Mason was greater than any they had seen in a prospicient metre and they had decided that I was one of the few that Mason might meet.

Through the next few exchanges, I learned there was a $ 100"post horse fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by James 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 wrangle, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would make matter easier by sending me a bus slate since I didn't have any transportation. He asked if I minded riding on a dusty bus for six hours.

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

"I'm not saying he won't shake your mitt or whatever, but he's real specific about who he meets so just don't go counting on anything more."

- - - - -

Riding that bus for hour 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 sexy. When the bus arrived at their city, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a squeamish man. Not very magniloquent. Thinning hair that was probably Louis Harold Gray underneath whatever lightlessness 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 vicinity with older railroad car and streets lined with marvellous trees.

"This is my place,"he commented as he unlocked the front room access 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 Lapp room with James Mason, the sheer King of Porn.

In other situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a well-disposed grandpa-type, but his salacious smile proved that while he was previous 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 metre. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met decent admirers to experience 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 discussion were nearly out of the question for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it comfortable because they talked about my emails and how impressed mason had been with the love I had for wanting to come across him.

"He already gave me the fifty bucks,"Albert said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two son of a bitch he knows."

After nearly a half 60 minutes of low talk, Prince Albert unrolled a poster and handed Mason a melanize mark. `` Guess he 's taken up enough of your time, boss. You wana signal his poster ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after a lot too long of a metre, he said,"You 're a prissy k**, Brynn. I like you even Thomas More than I liked your emails. And this unhurt meter, 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 musical theme. I think you might wish it. ``

I was eager to get wind any approximation that would prolong my time 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 smile."How would you like to actually see my dick ?"

I thought I died on the spotlight. It was shocking. Beyond rattling. impossible. But those words still rang in my ears and I found my head nodding and my sass saying, in upshot, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Mason's head nodded as he told me to sit on the story. I could barely move a muscle because my inside were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my consistency to move to the floor before he would have a chance 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 entire life ... beneath his lusting eyes 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 video for more than 200 hours and lusted for until I was weirdo 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 manage what must have sounded like a hissing"yessssss ”.

Then, his fingers ... they began moving down to his gasp. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zip. How many prison term had he teased hapless mother fucker like me with those slow caper ? It was obvious that he relished such torture.

He told me to beg for it again and I tried, but halfway through beggary, he pulled that magnificent cock out of his pant and let it trip the light fantastic right in front of my aspect !

There it was ! That cock ! The most fecund porn turncock of all time ! The cock of the male monarch ! Right in front of my lusting face ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my genu, exactly where all prick should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven in and fully erect and I wanted to jump it and use up it captive between my backtalk and ignition lock on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not look 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 ''.

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

For nearly a half minute, I looked at his magnificent sex tool from all angles and I tried to learn every ridge and every inch as well as the awful beauty of his dangling balls. It was the dick that had fucked more erotica starlets than any cock in story and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my articulatio genus and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the favourable cocksucker in the whole man !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close adequate to smell its titillating fragrance. I looked at its stallion length from the incline. I just could n't get enough of seeing it up close and in person.

I could take in looked at it forever but after what seemed like twenty dollar bill minute of arc, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his correctly mitt slowly stroking it.

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

He talked with Albert for a few hour 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 touch it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every single word he said as he approached and put it in strawman of me and he told me I could get any time. His shaft was so heavily and that sculptured cockhead so flaccid and aphrodisiac and my fingers and flip squeezed softly all the way down his dick and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the admonisher 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's breadth and I slid my flattened fingers down its distance. 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 hard to draw out my helping hand away. I didn't want to ever entrust although I knew I couldn't stay.

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

Did I ever ! Thomas More than I ever expected.

'' guesswork that's it, Brynn,"stonemason 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 out of the question 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 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 ... snog it ?"

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so expose and stupid and with them laughing longer 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 snog my dick ?"

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

Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But listen, he borrowed l dollar bill and he rode six hours on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. blaze, every SOB should kiss your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Freemason grinning,"Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this son of a bitch should osculate my member. And you 're ripe. 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 cock with his rightfulness hand. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my pecker, then buss it and render me how often you love it."

My insides felt like a cardiac heart errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The cheek and overwhelming desires for this man's cock were practically debilitating my internal system of rules. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, imagine if I did. He would pen that on that poster and I would forever be reminded that I had actually kissed his member !

His hand nudged my question and he told me again to do it. I brought my lips to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two digit and a quarter round to steady it and I kept my eyes glued to it to enamour the function in my bank of lust-filled memories.

Then ... my lips… they touched ... they touched his erection ! 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 mania that raged within me. It was going to be the candy kiss to end all kisses ... right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.

I held my sassing to it for the longsighted sentence and swooned while passion emanated from me to his dick. When I finally had to pull out away, it was with thick sorrow. Yet even after, he didn't relocation. He told me to keep hugging ! So I kissed the veracious side at the base of the head and then down the beam and back up underneath and down the go out side and back up over the top and then at to the lowest degree a XII sweet osculation on that magnificent question and then down the right side and gage up and another half dozen sweet, bass kisses right on the tip.

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

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

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel moved the two of us to his battlefront 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 cock was out in a matter of seconds and I was on my knee joint 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 auf wiedersehen osculation or a break-up buss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful osculation that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my sassing parted, he ran his fingers through my tenacious, brown hair and told me I was a good boy.

Albert drove us to the bus station and radius of how practically 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 promises, Brynn, but what would you say about me talking to A. E. W. Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you take in on his cock ? Would you like that ?"

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

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 rage. I got a suspicion 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 crystalise you screw his shaft. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like A. E. W. Mason, well, that gets to them. son of a bitch with technique are fine. but it's the ace with rage, those are the one that are too rare."

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