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 early kinds as well -- -straight, kinky, fetich, bizarre, etc.

I had only sucked a few time, mostly with old guys in their twenties. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the fright of being persecuted as a homo and also because I did n't get it on if I was very good at it. It was safer just to stay family and watch porn.

One nighttime when I didn't find a great deal to view, I tried watching time of origin erotica, you know, the variety that makes your screen look grainy and the colors all run together and the story production line are chintzy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty yr old videos by a mid-thirties erotica star named A. E. W. Mason. While other porn studs had better-known public figure, none of them made as many porn video as A. E. W. Mason. In fact, he did so many more than than the others that is agent, Albert Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved statute title of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man fuck. It was common to see him be intimate multiple chicks in a row and rise that he came each clock time by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an dumbfound and highly-sexed macho-man, but his military posture and mannerism and over all demeanor 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 place, his hip-forward posture made it seem like he was fucking even though he was standing still.

His putz 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 super closeup of it and I was in awe. The most famous cock in the world was also the most sexy. The shaft looked so voiceless and it had ridges that would experience fabulous to any cocksucker's spit and that point -- -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 times. I also found printed articles and loved the painting and story and those with his audience and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my middle !

I began reading one article and rightfield there ... right wing at the very beginning ... he said it ! mason, the most fertile on-camera fucker of porn actresses was actually into dickhead off-camera !

motherfucker !

Did I read it wrong ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it several time and it was clear that that sexy, sexy man who fucked female person for money, used his loose prison term to put his dick into the back talk of dickhead ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

Cocksuckers !

I didn't finish Reading that story at that clock time. 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 wondrous prick and how doing that would be a womb-to-tomb 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 adept 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 find out and I didn't have to search long to ascertain articles that talked of him leaving the porn industriousness a few old age after he married one of the porn starlets.

I also found an interview that somebody had done with his wife and it told me more than I could have ever expected. She said that after marrying James Neville Mason, she had quit the business. She did n't mind that he continued to make love on-camera. She liked the money and he would take leave when they had built some nice savings.

Then, she said the best part ever ! She said that she knew of James Neville 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 need for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at least, he was n't sneaking off with other women.

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

I have no idea how long my mouth was wide open 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 cocksuckers and she approved ! The most perfective tense man with the most beautiful cock loved asshole and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her approving. It took me respective minutes for that to marinate in my psyche 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 full cocksucker, but imagine if I could meet him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To suffer the world-beater of erotica and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in individual ! Maybe he would even sign a placard proving I had met him. That would the Charles Herbert Best life memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most sexual man I had ever seen on this whole half-baked satellite !

I searched for a website and once again discovered that it was n't hard to find. It was a bit of a corny website that his federal agent Albert had created but it advertised his videos 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 name and address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually indite an email. My digit trembled too a lot and my foreland felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the aright words and musical phrase to sincerely express my great longing to meet him and how shake up it would be for me and how I loved that he was into prick even though I was n't much of one myself. All I wanted to do was just meet him ! Just… meet him ! It would imply the world to me and would be a lifelong memory.

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

When two days passed without a response, I thought it was over. But on the third day, I received an email from Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel. He explained that I sounded like a nice"k**"and a decent someone and the passion I had expressed to meet Freemason was greater than any they had seen in a long meter and they had decided that I was one of the few that mason might meet.

Through the side by side few substitution, I learned there was a $ 100"poster fee"which was required. I would get a bill sticker signed by Mason to try 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 wrangle, Albert eventually told me that they would live with $ 50 and they would make matter well-heeled by sending me a bus tag since I didn't have any expatriation. He asked if I minded riding on a cold bus for six hours.

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

"I'm not saying he won't rock your hand or whatever, but he's rattling detail 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 head spun like a merry-go-round with lust and the thought of how I would receive 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 nice man. Not very tall. Thinning hair that was probably gray-haired underneath whatever black chemical 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 region with senior elevator car and streets lined with marvellous trees.

"This is my seat,"he commented as he unlocked the front 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 same room with Mason, the absolute world-beater of Porn.

In former situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a well-disposed grandpa-type, but his prurient 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 center on him and I was embarrassed that my breathing time escaped me all at one time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met sufficiency booster to know what to expect from some.

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

But, the two men made it leisurely because they talked about my emails and how ingrain Alfred Edward Woodley Mason had been with the warmth I had for wanting to come across him.

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

After nearly a half minute of small talk, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel unrolled a post-horse and handed A. E. W. Mason a pitch-black marker. `` speculation he 's taken up enough of your clock time, boss. You wana sign his bill poster ? ``

But, James Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a clip, he said,"You 're a nice k**, Brynn. I like you even more than I liked your emails. And this unanimous sentence, 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 idea. I think you might care it. ``

I was eager to see any theme that would protract my time 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 smile."How would you like to actually see my putz ?"

I thought I died on the spotlight. It was shocking. Beyond real. Impossible. But those words still rang in my ears and I found my head nodding and my brim saying, in outcome, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Mason's capitulum nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely move a muscle because my interior were so tangled up in intimate cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my trunk to be active to the floor before he would suffer a luck 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 figurehead 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 crazy 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 grapple what must have sounded like a hissing"yessssss ”.

Then, his fingers ... they began moving down to his trouser. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zip. How many times had he teased hapless cocksuckers 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 begging, he pulled that magnificent stopcock out of his drawers and let it dance right in front of my face !

There it was ! That stopcock ! The most fertile smut cock of all prison term ! The shaft of the King ! right field in social movement of my starve brass ! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knees, exactly where all shit should be right this very minute.

It was at to the lowest degree seven inches and fully put up and I wanted to jump off it and take it enwrapped between my mouth 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,"Mason said."We got meter. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a half time of day, I looked at his magnificent sex prick from all angle and I tried to memorise every ridgepole and every inch as well as the nasty ravisher of his dangling clump. It was the putz that had fucked more porn starlets than any pecker in account and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knees and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the luckiest cocksucker in the unscathed world !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to smell its erotic fragrance. 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 like twenty dollar bill bit, he pulled away and sat back on the lounge with his good hand slowly stroking it.

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

He talked with Albert for a few minutes but my head was too filled with brainsick desire to know what they were saying. After a few proceedings, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just have another little delicacy in storage for ya. How would you like to touch it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every one Christian Bible he said as he approached and put it in straw man of me and he told me I could start any time. His beam of light was so knockout and that sculptured cockhead so voiced and sexy and my finger's breadth and thumb squeezed softly all the way down his shaft and back up.

I caressed it and trembled with the admonisher that I was actually fondling the erection of the most famous smut 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 flattened digit down its length. I felt it every way that any faggot would finger the stopcock that they adored.

Eventually, it had to end and I found it so laborious to attract my mitt away. I didn't want to ever pass on although I knew I couldn't stay.

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

Did I ever ! Thomas More than I ever expected.

'' Guess that's it, Brynn,"Mason said."You saw it ; you touched it. I'll write that on your bill and mark it. Bob Hope you have a nice misstep back on that bus. Thanks for coming."

It seemed impossible to go just then. I was so fill up 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 all the way blue sky -- -I shocked myself when I blurted. ..

"Can I. .. Can I. .. Can I. .. delight ... can I ... snog 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 snog it ? You're actually begging to snog my cock ?"

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

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel shrugged."Up to you, boss. But mind, he borrowed fifty clam and he rode six hour on the bus just to conform to you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Hell, every cocksucker should kiss your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Mason smile,"Yeah. Every son of a bitch should so maybe this mother fucker should snog my penis. And you 're right. 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 turncock with his veracious hand. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana osculate my peter, then kiss it and establish me how much you love it."

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

His paw nudged my head and he told me again to do it. I brought my brim to the tip of his beautiful sex organ and I used two fingers and a thumb to steady it and I kept my center glued to it to beguile the occasion in my bank of lust-filled memories.

Then ... my lips… they touched ... they touched his erection ! I pushed them to ensnarl with the tip of that beautiful read/write head and I closed my eyes and reminded myself that I was doing it ! I was kissing his turncock !

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

I held my rim to it for the longest metre and swooned while passion emanated from me to his pecker. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deeply ruefulness. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the rightfulness side at the base of the head and then down the shaft and back up underneath and down the pass on slope and back up over the top and then at least a 12 dessert kisses on that glorious head and then down the right side of meat and bet on up and another one-half twelve dessert, rich osculation right on the tip.

I loved it. Not just kissing it. I loved IT… his penis ! I was certain I had fallen in beloved with it which is why I kissed it with uncurbed devotedness. I kissed and kissed and kissed and couldn't get enough.

I think it was about ten fully min before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made diminished public lecture for awhile before he signed the poster to point the end of our session.

Albert moved the two of us to his front 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 topic of mo and I was on my human knee even before and I planted my oral cavity to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss right on the tip. It felt like a arrivederci buss or a break-up osculation 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 retentive, brownish hair's-breadth and told me I was a salutary boy.

Albert drove us to the bus post and spoke of how very much Mason seemed to like me."More than about,"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 James Neville Mason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you absorb on his cock ? Would you like that ?"

I couldn't contain myself and, of course of study I told him `` yes ''. Yet, within minute, I was filled with incertitude. How could mortal like me ever do it good enough for a temporal 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 mania. I got a hunch Mason might be thinking the same matter. Yeah, proficiency is great, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking centre that makes it clear you do it his dick. Bet he 's already thinking the like affair. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like mason, well, that gets to them. shit with technique are fine. but it's the ones with Passion, those are the ones that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]