I suppose I was like many schoolboys who spent a lot of sentence watching porn. well-nigh of all, I loved cocksucking porn, but I watched other variety as well -- -straight, kinky, fetish, flaky, etc.

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with quondam guys in their twenties. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the awe of being persecuted as a human being and also because I did n't have intercourse if I was very good at it. It was safer just to persist home and ticker porn.

One dark when I didn't find often to watch, I tried watching time of origin porn, you know, the kind that makes your projection screen feel grainy and the colors all run together and the tarradiddle assembly line are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty year old videos by a mid-thirties pornography headliner named mason. While early porn studs had better-known names, none of them made as many porn video recording as James Neville Mason. In fact, he did so many Thomas More than the others that is agent, Albert Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved title of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man screw. It was vernacular to see him bed multiple chicks in a row and prove that he came each meter by showing his jizz-filled rubber after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and highly-sexed stud, but his carriage and mannerisms and over all behaviour just wreaked of sex and turned me on like no other. He was decent enough looking but I was more excited by how he exuded sexuality and how, even standing in one lieu, his hip-forward military capability made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His cock was perfect. It looked a bit over seven column inch and it stood straight out like a nightstick anytime he had an erection. One magazine published a tiptop closeup of it and I was in awe. The most notable cock in the world was also the most aphrodisiac. The shaft looked so hard and it had ridges that would feel fabulous to any cocksucker's tongue and that head -- -it was like a slanted mushroom that melded smoothly to the shaft.

I watched all of his videos.

Every.

Single.

One.

Some of them I watched dozens of fourth dimension. I also found printed articles and loved the pictures and fib and those with his interviews and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

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

shit !

Did I read it awry ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several prison term and it was clear that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his free prison term to put his dick into the lip of cocksuckers ! That was his option ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

SOB !

I didn't finish reading that write up at that clip. 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 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 choice of the best mother fucker 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 retrieve 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 to a greater extent than I could sustain ever expected. She said that after marrying James Neville Mason, she had quit the business. She did n't beware that he continued to lie with on-camera. She liked the money and he would take leave when they had built some courteous savings.

Then, she said the skilful division ever ! She said that she knew of Mason 's use of son of a bitch. She had always known that and even today when they were in their 50 's, she knew and she did n't heed because her husband still had an overcome motivation for sex that she could not fulfil on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with early women.

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

I have no mind how long my back talk was encompassing open up from sheer amazement but I remember sitting there in a grogginess that must bear lasted for a good two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into cocksuckers and she approved ! The most perfect man with the most beautiful cock loved cocksuckers and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her blessing. It took me several minutes for that to marinate in my mastermind 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 ? OK so maybe I wasn't a good bastard, but imagine if I could take on him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To receive the Billie Jean King of pornography and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even sign a post-horse proving I had met him. That would the best lifespan memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this whole nutcase planet !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't grueling to find. It was a bit of a corny website that his agent Albert had created but it advertised his videos 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 email address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At kickoff, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an email. My fingerbreadth trembled too much and my head teacher felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the in good order words and phrases to sincerely express my great longing to fulfill him and how exciting it would be for me and how I loved that he was into cocksucker even though I was n't much of one myself. All I wanted to do was just cope with 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 days passed without a reaction, I thought it was over. But on the third base day, I received an email from Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a decently mortal and the passion I had expressed to receive Mason was large than any they had seen in a retentive sentence and they had decided that I was one of the few that Mason might meet.

Through the next few interchange, I learned there was a $ 100"bill sticker fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by Mason to turn out 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, Prince Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would make matter sluttish by sending me a bus tag since I didn't have any transportation. He asked if I minded riding on a cold 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 script or whatever, but he's real 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 heading spun like a carousel with lust and the view of how I would meet the man who was so very aphrodisiac. When the bus arrived at their city, Albert greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a overnice man. Not very tall. Thinning pilus that was probably gray underneath whatever black compound he layered over it. He wore wearing apparel that once would let simulated an federal agent in the entertainment industry but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

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

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

And then. . .right there. .. right before me. .. rising from the couch ! The man himself ! The porn god ! I was actually in the Saame room with Mason, the absolute world-beater of Porn.

In other billet, he would probably take in been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his lubricious smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inside cravings were still filled with an immense pursuit 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 clock time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met sufficiency admirers 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 Bible were nearly impossible for me. I felt so awkward.

But, the two men made it leisurely because they talked about my emails and how impressed A. E. W. Mason had been with the passion I had for wanting to meet him.

"He already gave me the 50 Pearl Sydenstricker Buck,"Albert said. He laughed and added,"Said he borrowed it from two cocksuckers he knows."

After nearly a half hour of small talk, Prince Albert unrolled a poster and handed Mason a black marker. `` Guess he 's taken up plenty of your sentence, honcho. You wana sign his poster ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a meter, he said,"You 're a skillful k**, Brynn. I like you even more than I liked your e-mail. And this entirely time, 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 mind. I think you might like it. ``

I was tidal bore to hear any mind that would extend my prison term with him.

"How would you like it if I did something real exceptional for you, boy ? How about. .."he stared at me with that sly smiling."How would you care to actually see my pecker ?"

I thought I died on the spot. It was shocking. Beyond real. Impossible. But those dustup still rang in my ear and I found my head nodding and my lips saying, in force, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Mason's headland nodded as he told me to sit on the base. I could barely impress a musculus because my interior were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my dead body to move to the floor before he would experience a chance to vary 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 hr and lusted for until I was crazy with desire. All of those late nights. All of those freeze-frames. All of those times licking those magazines.

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

I could only manage what must experience sounded like a hissing"yessssss ”.

Then, his finger's breadth ... they began moving down to his trouser. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zipper. How many times had he teased pitiful shit 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 mendicancy, he pulled that magnificent cock out of his pants and let it dance right field in front of my cheek !

There it was ! That rooster ! The most prolific porn cock of all metre ! The cock of the King ! rightfield in front end of my lust face ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knees, exactly where all mother fucker should be right this very minute.

It was at least seven in and fully raise and I wanted to derail it and exact 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 bear anything and to not do anything without permission, so I restrained myself.

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

I could barely say `` yes ''.

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

For nearly a 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 foul beauty of his dangling balls. It was the dick that had fucked more porn starlets than any prick in chronicle and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knees and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the prosperous dickhead in the whole world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close adequate to smell its titillating scent. 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 alike twenty minutes, 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 gumshoe like that. Like those eyes were gobbling up every inch. ``

He talked with Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel for a few minutes but my head was too filled with crazy desire to have sex what they were saying. After a few minutes, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just have another niggling treat in store for ya. How would you like to meet it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every undivided Scripture he said as he approached and put it in front of me and he told me I could get down any sentence. His ray was so laborious and that sculptured cockhead so diffused and aphrodisiacal and my finger and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his peter and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the monitor that I was actually fondling the hard-on of the most famous porn 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 flattened fingers down its length. 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 tough to pull my hand away. I didn't want to ever leave although I knew I couldn't stay.

'' well Brynn, '' Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel said, `` looks like your time is running out. Hope you got what you wanted. ``

Did I ever ! More than I ever expected.

'' dead reckoning that's it, Brynn,"Freemason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your poster and sign it. promise you have a gracious misstep back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so fulfil 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 realise 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 longer 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 buss my cock ?"

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

Prince Albert shrugged."Up to you, emboss. But listen, he borrowed fifty clam and he rode six hour on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Hell, every cocksucker should buss your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Mason smile,"Yeah. Every SOB should so maybe this son of a bitch should osculate my phallus. And you 're right. He did a lot just to get here so it 's the least I should do for him. okey 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 putz, then osculate it and show me how much you love it."

My insides felt like a cardiac ticker errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The boldness and overcome 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, 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 pass and he told me again to do it. I brought my lips to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two fingers and a thumb to steady it and I kept my centre glued to it to fascinate the function in my banking company of lust-filled memories.

Then ... my lips… they touched ... they touched his hard-on ! 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 pecker !

I determined that if all I got was one kiss, then I was going to kiss it with all of the cacoethes that raged within me. It was going to be the buss to end all kisses ... right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.

I held my lips to it for the recollective time and swooned while passion emanated from me to his tool. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep snuggling ! So I kissed the right side at the base of the head teacher and then down the scape and back up underneath and down the left position and back up over the top and then at least a twelve sugariness kisses on that splendid mind and then down the right side and back up and another one-half dozen sweet, inscrutable buss 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 idolatry. I kissed and kissed and kissed and couldn't get enough.

I think it was about ten replete hour before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made small-scale talking for awhile before he signed the bill to signal the end of our session.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel 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 buss Brynn. osculate it one more time."

He had his dick was out in a matter of seconds and I was on my knees 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 sayonara 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 back talk parted, he ran his fingers through my long, 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 a good deal 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 James Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you fellate on his shaft ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of course I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within indorsement, I was filled with doubt. How could mortal like me ever do it in effect 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 hunch A. E. W. Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, technique is great, but passionateness is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you have sex his shaft. Bet he 's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his dick and men like Mason, well, that gets to them. motherfucker with technique are fine. but it's the unity with passion, those are the 1 that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]