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Part 1 is primary a cock-worship theme. Part 2 will expand that theme as well as the action.
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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 kinds as well---straight, kinky, fetish, bizarre, etc.
I had only sucked a few times, mostly with older guys in their twenties. I didn't do it more often because I suffered from the fear of being persecuted as a homo and also because I didn't know if I was very good at it. It was safer just to stay home and watch porn.
One night when I didn’t find much to watch, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the kind that makes your screen look grainy and the colors all run together and the story lines are cheesy, at best.
That is how I discovered twenty year old videos by a mid-thirties porn star named Mason. While other porn studs had better-known names, none of them made as many porn videos as Mason. In fact, he did so many 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 fuck. It was common to see him fuck multiple chicks in a row and prove that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and oversexed stud, but his posture 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 perfect. It looked a bit over seven inches 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 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 times. I also found printed articles and loved the pictures and stories 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 cocksuckers off-camera!
Cocksuckers!
Did I read it wrong? Was I dreaming? I re-read it several times and it was clear that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his free time 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 finish reading that story at that 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 wonderful cock and how doing that would be a lifelong memory for me if I ever got the chance.
But, who was I k**ding? Even though he would be in his 50's by now, he would still have his choice of the best cocksuckers and I certainly wasn'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 find articles that talked of him leaving the porn industry 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 didn't mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some nice savings.
Then, she said the best part 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 didn't mind because her husband still had an overwhelming need for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at least, he wasn't sneaking off with other women.
“He can have all the cocksuckers 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 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 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 contact him? Okay so maybe I wasn’t a good cocksucker, but imagine if I could meet him. Yes! Just meet him! That would be enough. To meet the King of Porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen...just meet him in person! Maybe he would even sign 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 whole crazy planet!
I searched for a website and once again discovered that it wasn't hard 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 find an email address! And...YES... there it was! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an email. My fingers trembled too much and my head felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right words and phrases to sincerely express my great longing to meet him and how exciting it would be for me and how I loved that he was into cocksuckers even though I wasn't much of one myself. All I wanted to do was just meet him! Just… meet him! It would mean 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. He explained that I sounded like a nice “k**” and a decent person and the passion I had expressed to meet 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 next few exchanges, I learned there was a $100 “poster fee” which was required. I would get a poster signed by Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I couldn't raise that amount of money. After some wrangling, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $50 and they would make 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 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 shouldn't count on anything else.
“I’m not saying he won’t shake your hand or whatever, but he’s real particular about who he meets so just don’t go counting on anything more.”
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Riding that bus for hours on end wasn’t fun, but I hardly noticed because my head spun like a carousel 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 greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a nice man. Not very tall. Thinning hair that was probably gray underneath whatever black 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 neighborhood with older cars and streets lined with tall trees.
“This is my place,” he commented as he unlocked the front door 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 same room with Mason, the absolute King of Porn.
In other situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his salacious smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense quest 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 time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met enough 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 words were nearly impossible for me. I felt so awkward.
But, the two men made it easier because they talked about my emails and how impressed Mason had been with the passion 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 small talk, Albert unrolled a poster and handed Mason a black marker. "Guess he's taken up enough of your time, boss. You wana sign his poster?"
But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a time, he said, “You're a nice k**, Brynn. I like you even more than I liked your emails. And this whole 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 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 spot. It was shocking. Beyond real. Impossible. But those words still rang in my ears and I found my head nodding and my lips saying, in effect, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.
Albert laughed. “Now that is some queer who wants to see it that bad.”
Mason’s head nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely move a muscle because my insides were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my body 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 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 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 zipper. 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 cock out of his pants and let it dance right in front of my face!
There it was! That cock! The most prolific porn cock of all time! The cock of the King! Right in front of my lusting face! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knees, exactly where all cocksuckers should be right this very minute.
It was at least seven inches and fully erect and I wanted to jump it and take 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 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 time. 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 nasty beauty of his dangling balls. It was the cock that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock 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 world!
I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to smell its erotic scent. I looked at its entire length from the side. I just couldn't get enough of seeing it up close and in person.
I could have looked at it forever but after what seemed like 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 dick like that. Like those eyes were gobbling up every inch."
He talked with Albert for a few minutes 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 front of me and he told me I could start any time. His shaft was so hard and that sculptured cockhead so soft 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 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 hard to pull my hand away. I didn’t want to ever leave although I knew I couldn’t stay.
"Well Brynn," Albert said, "looks like your time 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 poster 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. 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 clear blue 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 longer than necessary, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.
Mason leaned forward, still chuckling. “You want to kiss it? You’re actually begging to kiss 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 hell and…actually...pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert? He wants to kiss my dick! Think I should let him?”
Albert shrugged. “Up to you, boss. But listen, he borrowed fifty bucks and he rode six hours on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he’s earned it. Hell, every cocksucker should kiss your penis.”
“Heh-heh,” Mason smile, “Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this cocksucker should kiss 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 cock with his right hand. He put it before my face.
“Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my dick, then kiss it and show me how much you love it.”
My insides felt like a cardiac pump errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The nerves and overwhelming desires for this man’s cock were practically debilitating my internal systems. 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 head 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 eyes glued to it to capture 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 kiss to end all kisses...right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.
I held my lips to it for the longest time and swooned while passion emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn’t move. He told me to keep kissing! So I kissed the right side at the base of the head and then down the shaft and back up underneath and down the left side and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweet kisses on that magnificent head and then down the right side and back up and another half dozen sweet, deep kisses 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 minutes before he pulled back and said it was enough.
We made small talk for awhile before he signed the poster to signal 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 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 good-bye 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 lips 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 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 Mason 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 seconds, I was filled with doubt. How could someone like me ever do it good enough for a worldly 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 Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, technique is great, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you love his dick. Bet he's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like Mason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with technique are fine. but it’s the ones with passion, those are the ones that are too rare.”
[part 2 follows]
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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 kinds as well---straight, kinky, fetish, bizarre, etc.
I had only sucked a few times, mostly with older guys in their twenties. I didn't do it more often because I suffered from the fear of being persecuted as a homo and also because I didn't know if I was very good at it. It was safer just to stay home and watch porn.
One night when I didn’t find much to watch, I tried watching vintage porn, you know, the kind that makes your screen look grainy and the colors all run together and the story lines are cheesy, at best.
That is how I discovered twenty year old videos by a mid-thirties porn star named Mason. While other porn studs had better-known names, none of them made as many porn videos as Mason. In fact, he did so many 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 fuck. It was common to see him fuck multiple chicks in a row and prove that he came each time by showing his jizz-filled condom after pulling out. Not only was he an amazing and oversexed stud, but his posture 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 perfect. It looked a bit over seven inches 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 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 times. I also found printed articles and loved the pictures and stories 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 cocksuckers off-camera!
Cocksuckers!
Did I read it wrong? Was I dreaming? I re-read it several times and it was clear that that sexy, sexy man who fucked females for money, used his free time 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 finish reading that story at that 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 wonderful cock and how doing that would be a lifelong memory for me if I ever got the chance.
But, who was I k**ding? Even though he would be in his 50's by now, he would still have his choice of the best cocksuckers and I certainly wasn'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 find articles that talked of him leaving the porn industry 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 didn't mind that he continued to fuck on-camera. She liked the money and he would quit when they had built some nice savings.
Then, she said the best part 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 didn't mind because her husband still had an overwhelming need for sex that she could not satisfy on her own and, at least, he wasn't sneaking off with other women.
“He can have all the cocksuckers 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 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 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 contact him? Okay so maybe I wasn’t a good cocksucker, but imagine if I could meet him. Yes! Just meet him! That would be enough. To meet the King of Porn and the most sexy man I had ever seen...just meet him in person! Maybe he would even sign 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 whole crazy planet!
I searched for a website and once again discovered that it wasn't hard 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 find an email address! And...YES... there it was! At first, I was too lost in lust to actually compose an email. My fingers trembled too much and my head felt too dizzy but I worked on it painstakingly until I had the right words and phrases to sincerely express my great longing to meet him and how exciting it would be for me and how I loved that he was into cocksuckers even though I wasn't much of one myself. All I wanted to do was just meet him! Just… meet him! It would mean 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. He explained that I sounded like a nice “k**” and a decent person and the passion I had expressed to meet 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 next few exchanges, I learned there was a $100 “poster fee” which was required. I would get a poster signed by Mason to prove we had met but I was a schoolboy without income and I pleaded that I couldn't raise that amount of money. After some wrangling, Albert eventually told me that they would accept $50 and they would make 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 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 shouldn't count on anything else.
“I’m not saying he won’t shake your hand or whatever, but he’s real particular about who he meets so just don’t go counting on anything more.”
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Riding that bus for hours on end wasn’t fun, but I hardly noticed because my head spun like a carousel 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 greeted me and led me to his car. He seemed to be a nice man. Not very tall. Thinning hair that was probably gray underneath whatever black 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 neighborhood with older cars and streets lined with tall trees.
“This is my place,” he commented as he unlocked the front door 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 same room with Mason, the absolute King of Porn.
In other situations, he would probably have been viewed by others as a friendly grandpa-type, but his salacious smile proved that while he was older and his outer body had changed, his inner cravings were still filled with an immense quest 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 time. He laughed and said it was okay. He had met enough 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 words were nearly impossible for me. I felt so awkward.
But, the two men made it easier because they talked about my emails and how impressed Mason had been with the passion 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 small talk, Albert unrolled a poster and handed Mason a black marker. "Guess he's taken up enough of your time, boss. You wana sign his poster?"
But, Mason just sat still and stared at me. Then, after much too long of a time, he said, “You're a nice k**, Brynn. I like you even more than I liked your emails. And this whole 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 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 spot. It was shocking. Beyond real. Impossible. But those words still rang in my ears and I found my head nodding and my lips saying, in effect, yes, yes, yes, and please, please, please.
Albert laughed. “Now that is some queer who wants to see it that bad.”
Mason’s head nodded as he told me to sit on the floor. I could barely move a muscle because my insides were so tangled up in sexual cravings and imaginations. But, I forced my body 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 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 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 zipper. 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 cock out of his pants and let it dance right in front of my face!
There it was! That cock! The most prolific porn cock of all time! The cock of the King! Right in front of my lusting face! Not only was I looking right at it, but I was on my knees, exactly where all cocksuckers should be right this very minute.
It was at least seven inches and fully erect and I wanted to jump it and take 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 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 time. 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 nasty beauty of his dangling balls. It was the cock that had fucked more porn starlets than any cock 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 world!
I leaned low and looked up at it. I drew close enough to smell its erotic scent. I looked at its entire length from the side. I just couldn't get enough of seeing it up close and in person.
I could have looked at it forever but after what seemed like 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 dick like that. Like those eyes were gobbling up every inch."
He talked with Albert for a few minutes 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 front of me and he told me I could start any time. His shaft was so hard and that sculptured cockhead so soft 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 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 hard to pull my hand away. I didn’t want to ever leave although I knew I couldn’t stay.
"Well Brynn," Albert said, "looks like your time 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 poster 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. 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 clear blue 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 longer than necessary, I felt like the most hideous almost-cocksucker ever.
Mason leaned forward, still chuckling. “You want to kiss it? You’re actually begging to kiss 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 hell and…actually...pretty damned hot. What do you think Albert? He wants to kiss my dick! Think I should let him?”
Albert shrugged. “Up to you, boss. But listen, he borrowed fifty bucks and he rode six hours on the bus just to meet you so, yeah, I think he’s earned it. Hell, every cocksucker should kiss your penis.”
“Heh-heh,” Mason smile, “Yeah. Every cocksucker should so maybe this cocksucker should kiss 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 cock with his right hand. He put it before my face.
“Go ahead, boy. You wana kiss my dick, then kiss it and show me how much you love it.”
My insides felt like a cardiac pump errantly plugged into a 220 circuit. The nerves and overwhelming desires for this man’s cock were practically debilitating my internal systems. 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 head 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 eyes glued to it to capture 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 kiss to end all kisses...right on the end of his magnificent cockhead.
I held my lips to it for the longest time and swooned while passion emanated from me to his cock. When I finally had to pull away, it was with deep regret. Yet even after, he didn’t move. He told me to keep kissing! So I kissed the right side at the base of the head and then down the shaft and back up underneath and down the left side and back up over the top and then at least a dozen sweet kisses on that magnificent head and then down the right side and back up and another half dozen sweet, deep kisses 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 minutes before he pulled back and said it was enough.
We made small talk for awhile before he signed the poster to signal 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 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 good-bye 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 lips 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 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 Mason 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 seconds, I was filled with doubt. How could someone like me ever do it good enough for a worldly 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 Mason might be thinking the same thing. Yeah, technique is great, but passion is even better and you got them cocksucking eyes that makes it clear you love his dick. Bet he's already thinking the same thing. You was practically worshiping his cock and men like Mason, well, that gets to them. Cocksuckers with technique are fine. but it’s the ones with passion, those are the ones that are too rare.”
[part 2 follows]
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