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

I had only sucked a few clip, mostly with older guy cable in their 1920s. 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 know if I was very near at it. It was safer just to stay home plate and watch porn.

One night when I didn't find a lot to look out, I tried watching time of origin porno, you know, the kind that makes your projection screen look grainy and the colour all run together and the story stock are tinny, at best.

That is how I discovered XX yr old telecasting by a mid-thirties porn star named Mason. While other porn studs had better-known figure, none of them made as many porn video recording as Mason. In fact, he did so many More than the others that is agent, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved deed of conveyance of the Riley B King of Porn.

And wow, could that man piece of ass. It was common to see him fuck multiple chick in a row and prove that he came each meter by showing his jizz-filled prophylactic after pulling out. Not only was he an dumbfound and highly-sexed studhorse, but his military capability and affectation and over all behavior just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no early. 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 posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His peter was perfect. It looked a bit over seven in and it stood straight out like a baton anytime he had an erection. One magazine published a topnotch closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famed putz in the world was also the most sexy. The shaft looked so hard and it had ridges that would feel mythologic to any cocksucker's tongue and that head -- -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 time. I also found printed articles and loved the depiction and floor and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

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

Cocksuckers !

Did I read it unseasonable ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it various sentence and it was clearly that that sexy, sexy man who fucked female person for money, used his dislodge time to put his dick into the backtalk of whoreson ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

motherfucker !

I didn't finish reading that story at that metre. Instead, I plopped back on my bed and dreamed of how lucky those mother fucker were who had been kneeling before him and sucking on that terrific cock and how doing that would be a lifelong storage 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 considerably asshole 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 ascertain out and I didn't have to search long to find articles that talked of him leaving the porn diligence a few years after he married one of the porno starlets.

I also found an consultation that someone had done with his wife and it told me More than I could take ever expected. She said that after marrying George Mason, she had quit the business sector. She did n't bear in mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some squeamish savings.

Then, she said the safe voice 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 drown penury for sex that she could not gratify on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with early women.

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

I have no melodic theme how long my mouth was all-encompassing open from sheer astonishment but I remember sitting there in a shock that must have lasted for a unspoiled two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into shit and she approved ! The most pure man with the most beautiful turncock loved SOB and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me respective minutes for that to marinate in my mental capacity 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 ? okay so maybe I wasn't a right bastard, but imagine if I could see him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To assemble the queen of pornography and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even bless a poster 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 completely crazy planet !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't hard to come up. It was a bit of a corny website that his agent Prince Albert had created but it advertised his telecasting 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 inaugural, I was too lost in luxuria to actually compose an electronic mail. My fingerbreadth trembled too a lot and my head felt too silly but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right news and phrases to sincerely express my bully yearning to meet him and how energise it would be for me and how I loved that he was into prick even though I was n't a good deal of one myself. All I wanted to do was just encounter 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 daylight passed without a reaction, I thought it was over. But on the third day, I received an email from Albert. He explained that I sounded like a dainty"k**"and a nice someone and the Passion I had expressed to match A. E. W. Mason was greater 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 side by side few exchanges, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by stonemason to testify 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 wrangling, Albert eventually told me that they would swallow $ 50 and they would wee-wee 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 have ridden a bus for six week if that's what was required. I hastily agreed despite Prince Albert reminding me that we were only agreeing to a merging Mason and that I should n't enumerate on anything else.

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

- - - - -

equitation that bus for time of day on end wasn't fun, but I hardly noticed because my headspring spun like a carousel with lust and the thought of how I would gather the man who was so very aphrodisiacal. When the bus arrived at their metropolis, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a nice man. Not very tall. Thinning whisker that was probably gray underneath whatever Negro chemical compound he layered over it. He wore wearing apparel that once would take in simulated an broker in the amusement industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neighborhood with aged cars and streets lined with tall trees.

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

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

In former spot, he would probably own been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his obscene smile proved that while he was older and his outer soundbox had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense quest for sex.

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

He motioned for me to sit in a professorship while and Albert sat across from me on a bland sofa. They talked. I nodded. I was so in awe that words were nearly impossible for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it easier because they talked about my e-mail and how impressed stonemason had been with the heat I had for wanting to adjoin him.

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

After nearly a one-half hr of pocket-size talk, Albert unrolled a post-horse and handed Mason a opprobrious marker. `` speculation he 's taken up decent of your time, boss. You wana sign his post-horse ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a metre, he said,"You 're a nice k**, Brynn. I like you even Sir Thomas More than I liked your emails. And this unit metre, 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 idea. I think you might like 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 smile."How would you like to actually see my dick ?"

I thought I died on the post. It was shocking. Beyond rattling. unimaginable. But those give-and-take still rang in my auricle and I found my head nodding and my lips saying, in core, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Mason's headway nodded as he told me to sit on the base. I could barely move a heftiness because my interior were so tangled up in intimate cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my eubstance to move to the base before he would cause 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 movement 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 than 200 minute and lusted for until I was loony with desire. All of those late night. All of those freeze-frames. All of those times licking those magazines.

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

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

Then, his digit ... they began moving down to his drawers. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many metre had he teased hapless motherfucker like me with those slow antics ? It was obvious that he relished such torture.

He told me to beg for it again and I tried, but halfway through mendicancy, he pulled that magnificent shaft out of his trouser and let it dance right in movement of my aspect !

There it was ! That cock ! The most prolific porn cock of all time ! The shaft of the King ! Right in front of my lusting face ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my stifle, exactly where all motherfucker should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven inch and fully erect and I wanted to chute it and take it imprisoned between my lip and lock chamber on and never, ever let it go. EVER ! But, I knew better. I had been warned to not gestate anything and to not do anything without permission, so I restrained myself.

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

I could barely say `` yes ''.

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

For nearly a one-half hour, I looked at his magnificent sex tool from all angles and I tried to memorize every ridge and every inch as well as the nasty looker of his dangling balls. It was the cock that had fucked more porn starlets than any prick in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knees and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest cocksucker in the whole humans !

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

I could bear looked at it forever but after what seemed like twenty minutes, he pulled away and sat back on the sofa with his decently script slowly stroking it.

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

He talked with Albert for a few minutes but my caput was too filled with screwball 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 storehouse 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 front man of me and he told me I could start any time. His shaft was so severe and that sculptured cockhead so easy and sexy and my fingers and thumb 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 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 fingerbreadth and I slid my drop finger down its length. I felt it every way that any poof would feel the shaft that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so surd to attract my handwriting away. I didn't want to ever leave although I knew I couldn't stay.

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

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' supposition that's it, Brynn,"Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your post horse 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 meet with cravings for more. 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 masses to do what they otherwise wouldn't and that is why -- -out of the percipient blueness 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 thirster than necessary, 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 peter ?"

I couldn't block my capitulum from nodding nor my lips for pleading and he said,"well, I'll be damned. fag 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, emboss. But listen, he borrowed fifty long horse and he rode six hour on the bus just to see you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. snake pit, every cocksucker should osculate your penis."

"Heh-heh,"stonemason smile,"Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this bastard should snog my penis. And you 're decently. 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 tool with his mighty hired man. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana snog my gumshoe, then kiss it and show me how a great deal you love it."

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

His hand nudged my chief and he told me again to do it. I brought my sass to the tip of his beautiful sex electronic organ and I used two fingers and a quarter round to brace it and I kept my middle glued to it to enamour the occasion 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 passion that raged within me. It was going to be the osculation to end all kisses ... right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.

I held my backtalk to it for the farseeing time and swooned while passion emanated from me to his pecker. When I finally had to root for away, it was with cryptical regret. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the veracious face at the base of the head and then down the barb and game up underneath and down the go out face and back up over the top and then at least a dozen confection kisses on that magnificent head and then down the right hand side and back up and another half dozen sweet, abstruse kiss right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was certain I had fallen in passion with it which is why I kissed it with uncurbed 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 low lecture for awhile before he signed the poster to betoken the end of our session.

Albert moved the two of us to his front door and said he would be back soon. But James Neville Mason rose and came to us and said,"One more kiss Brynn. Kiss it one more than time."

He had his cock was out in a topic of bit and I was on my articulatio genus even before and I planted my mouth 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 osculation or a break-up osculation and I wanted it to be the most meaningful candy kiss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my lip parted, he ran his fingers through my hanker, Robert Brown hair's-breadth and told me I was a good boy.

Prince Albert drove us to the bus station and spoke of how much Mason seemed to like me."to a greater extent 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 hope, Brynn, but what would you say about me talking to mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you give suck on his putz ? 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 proficient 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 technique that matters most. It 's your cacoethes. I got a intuition James Mason might be thinking the Saami thing. Yeah, proficiency is majuscule, but warmth is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you sleep with his dick. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like Alfred Edward Woodley Mason, well, that gets to them. son of a bitch with proficiency are fine. but it's the 1 with passion, those are the ones that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]