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

I had only sucked a few times, mostly with older guy cable in their 20. I did n't do it more often because I suffered from the fear of being persecuted as a homosexual and also because I did n't know if I was very good at it. It was safer just to stay dwelling and watch porn.

One dark when I didn't find a great deal to watch, I tried watching vintage erotica, you know, the sort that makes your cover look grainy and the vividness all run together and the tale argument are cheesy, at best.

That is how I discovered twenty year old videos by a mid-thirties porn star named Mason. While early porn he-man had better-known names, none of them made as many smut videos as mason. In fact, he did so many more than the others that is federal agent, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel Gustava, gave Mason the well-deserved title of the King of Porn.

And wow, could that man fucking. It was green to see him fuck multiple chicks in a row and turn out that he came each clock time by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and highly-sexed stud, but his carriage and mannerisms 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 cock was arrant. It looked a bit over seven column inch and it stood straight out like a baton anytime he had an erection. One clip published a exceedingly closeup of it and I was in awe. The most celebrated cock in the human race was also the most aphrodisiacal. The spear looked so hard and it had ridges that would experience 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 twelve of times. I also found printed articles and loved the film and tarradiddle and those with his audience and. ..

I suddenly couldn't believe my eyes !

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

bastard !

Did I read it wrongly ? Was I dreaming ? I re-read it various times and it was clear that that sexy, aphrodisiacal man who fucked females for money, used his free time to put his dick into the mouth of cocksuckers ! That was his choice ! That 's what he wanted when he needed sexual relief.

Cocksuckers !

I didn't finish version that story at that fourth dimension. 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 howling 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 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 find out and I didn't have to seek long to find out clause that talked of him leaving the erotica industry a few years after he married one of the porn starlets.

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

Then, she said the best part ever ! She said that she knew of Mason 's use of asshole. 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 married man still had an overpowering motivation for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at to the lowest degree, he was n't sneaking off with former women.

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

I have no musical theme how long my rima oris was all-inclusive open from sheer amazement but I remember sitting there in a grogginess that must have lasted for a practiced two minutes.

She actually knew ! He was still into bastard and she approved ! The most consummate man with the most beautiful cock loved cocksucker and his own wife knew about it and was practically giving her grace. It took me several minutes for that to marinate in my brain before I could go on to early 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 honest cocksucker, but imagine if I could adjoin him. Yes ! Just meet him ! That would be enough. To cope with the big businessman of Porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen ... just meet him in person ! Maybe he would even signalize a poster proving I had met him. That would the outflank life-time memorabilia of all ! Just imagine meeting the most intimate man I had ever seen on this whole crazy major planet !

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 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 get hold an email address ! And ... YES ... there it was ! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an e-mail. My finger trembled too much and my drumhead felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the flop run-in and set phrase to sincerely carry my great yearning to meet him and how exciting 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 intend the world to me and would be a womb-to-tomb memory.

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

When two mean solar day 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 gracious"k**"and a decorous mortal and the cacoethes I had expressed to fit Mason was cracking than any they had seen in a long time and they had decided that I was one of the few that A. E. W. Mason might meet.

Through the next few telephone exchange, I learned there was a $ 100"posting fee"which was required. I would get a poster signed by Alfred Edward Woodley Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I could n't prove that measure of money. After some wrangling, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $ 50 and they would piss thing well-to-do by sending me a bus ticket since I didn't have any transportation. He asked if I minded riding on a cold bus for six hours.

I would deliver 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 meeting Mason and that I should n't matter on anything else.

"I'm not saying he won't shake your handwriting or whatever, but he's really item 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 pass spun like a carousel with lust and the thought of how I would satisfy 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 squeamish man. Not very marvelous. Thinning haircloth that was probably gray-haired underneath whatever black chemical compound he layered over it. He wore apparel that once would have simulated an agent in the amusement diligence but had since worn thin and were clearly outdated.

He drove to a pleasant neck of the woods with older auto and streets lined with grandiloquent trees.

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

And then. . .right there. .. right field before me. .. rising from the sofa ! The man himself ! The porn god ! I was actually in the Same room with Freemason, the rank big businessman of Porn.

In former situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his lubricious smiling proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an vast seeking for sex.

I realized I hadn't breathed since laying oculus on him and I was embarrassed that my breath escaped me all at one time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met sufficiency admirers to bonk what to expect from some.

He motioned for me to sit in a chairwoman while and Albert sat across from me on a bland couch. 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 comfortable because they talked about my electronic mail and how ingrain stonemason had been with the rage I had for wanting to meet 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 half hour of humble talk of the town, Albert unrolled a poster and handed Mason a black marker. `` surmisal he 's taken up enough of your sentence, boss. You wana sign his notice ? ``

But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after lots too long of a time, he said,"You 're a nice k**, Brynn. I like you even to a greater extent than I liked your e-mail. And this totally time, your eyes been glazed over like you 're living out some sort of a dream."

He studied me for a while longer before saying, `` You know what, I have an musical theme. I think you might like it. ``

I was eager to hear any musical theme that would prolong my time with him.

"How would you like it if I did something real particular 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 spot. It was shocking. Beyond existent. Impossible. But those words still rang in my ears and I found my point nodding and my lips saying, in burden, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.

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

Mason's head teacher nodded as he told me to sit on the flooring. I could barely move a brawniness because my insides were so tangled up in intimate cravings and imagery. But, I forced my body to motivate to the story before he would have a chance to convert 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 oculus 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 top executive of smut ! The cock I had watched on video for more than 200 hours and lusted for until I was softheaded with desire. All of those late nights. All of those freeze-frames. All of those multiplication licking those magazines.

He was probably two infantry 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 pants. He stepped closer as he slowly pulled down his zip fastener. How many clock time had he teased piteous cocksucker like me with those slow trick ? 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 pants and let it trip the light fantastic right in front of my case !

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

It was at least seven in and fully erect and I wanted to jump off it and deal it captive between my lips and ignition 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 putz ?"

I could barely say `` yes ''.

"well, you just look at it all you want,"James Mason said."We got fourth dimension. Get as close as you want."

For nearly a half time of day, I looked at his magnificent sex tool from all angles and I tried to memorise every ridgeline and every inch as well as the nasty peach of his dangling balls. It was the prick that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock in history and yet, there I was -- -me ! -- -on my knee joint and actually seeing it right up close ! I was the favourable son of a bitch in the altogether existence !

I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to sense its erotic scent. I looked at its entire length from the position. 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 right script slowly stroking it.

'' Yeah, that 's sorta hot, '' he said. `` Seeing a boy with vitreous oculus staring at my putz like that. Like those eyes were gobbling up every inch. ``

He talked with Albert for a few proceedings but my headspring was too filled with unbalanced desire to sleep with what they were saying. After a few minutes, he looked at me and said,"Know what boy ? I might just possess another short treat in shop for ya. How would you like to allude it ?"

Did I ever and I obeyed every undivided word he said as he approached and put it in front of me and he told me I could start any clock time. His shaft was so hard and that sculptured cockhead so soft and sexy and my fingers and riffle 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 erecting of the most famous porn fucker ever ! I felt every bit of it, sometimes squeezing, sometimes running my digit 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 fairy would feel the cock that they adored.

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

'' Well Brynn, '' Prince Albert said, `` looks like your clip 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 posting 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 filled with cravings for more than. I didn't want it to end. It just couldn't end. Not then ! I have never been a bold someone, 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. .. delight ... can I ... buss it ?"

Both men laughed. I instantly felt so queer and stupe 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 buss my hammer ?"

I couldn't arrest my pass from nodding nor my sass for pleading and he said,"Well, I'll be damned. fag as hell and…actually ... pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert ? He wants to snog my dick ! Think I should let him ?"

Albert shrugged."Up to you, boss. But listen, he borrowed fifty buck and he rode six hour on the bus just to take on you so, yeah, I think he's earned it. Scheol, every cocksucker should osculate your penis."

"Heh-heh,"Mason smile,"Yeah. Every shit should so maybe this prick should kiss my penis. And you 're mighty. 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 right wing mitt. He put it before my face.

"Go ahead, boy. You wana snog my hawkshaw, then kiss it and evidence me how a good deal you love it."

My insides felt like a cardiac pump errantly plugged into a 220 tour. The nerves and overwhelming desires for this man's stopcock were practically debilitating my national system of rules. I couldn't believe he was going to let me do it ! And, imagine 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 brain 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 becalm it and I kept my heart glued to it to bewitch the affair in my bank of lust-filled memories.

Then ... my lips… they touched ... they touched his erecting ! I pushed them to mesh with the tip of that beautiful question 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 buss, then I was going to buss it with all of the heat 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 lip to it for the longest time and swooned while heat emanated from me to his peter. When I finally had to extract away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn't move. He told me to keep kissing ! So I kissed the correctly English at the bag of the head and then down the beam and game up underneath and down the remaining side and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweet buss on that magnificent head and then down the right side and back up and another half dozen sweet, late candy kiss 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 full minute of arc before he pulled back and said it was enough.

We made small talk of the town for awhile before he signed the bill sticker to signal the end of our session.

Albert moved the two of us to his social movement threshold and said he would be back soon. But mason rose and came to us and said,"One Thomas More kiss Brynn. Kiss it one Sir Thomas More time."

He had his cock was out in a matter of second and I was on my genu even before and I planted my oral fissure to it and pressed it snugly and I gave it one very long and adoring kiss right on the tip. It felt like a so long kiss or a break-up kiss and I wanted it to be the most meaningful kiss that anyone had ever given to a man 's erection.

When my sassing parted, he ran his fingerbreadth through my prospicient, brownness whisker and told me I was a good boy.

Prince Albert drove us to the bus station and spoke of how very much James Mason seemed to like me."More than well-nigh,"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 stonemason to see if he would, you know, maybe, let you suck on his cock ? Would you like that ?"

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

I explained that to Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel and he said, `` You're missing something here, Brynn. It 's not your experience or proficiency that matters most. It 's your passionateness. I got a hunch George Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, technique is great, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking heart that makes it clear you make out his peter. Bet he 's already thinking the Saami thing. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like George Mason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with proficiency are exquisitely. but it's the ones with cacoethes, those are the one that are too rare."

[ part 2 follows ]