I didn't think I would find out again from Mason, the mogul of Porn, nor his coach Prince Albert, so it was an wink bolt of lightning of hope when I received an email a hebdomad after our first and only merging. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might desire to see me again and was I interested ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two calendar month and one C of hr watching Mason's twenty class old videos and dream and fantasizing, not so a lot about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's following electronic mail, he said,"Well, your exuberance and passion -- -those were the thing he liked. No promise but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this clock time. I know you're shy so I wouldn't judgement asking him if he would let you maybe suck. No promises but it do n't hurt to ask."

It was more than I could experience ever hoped and I jumped at the fortune although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehensiveness. I had very little experience in sucking and Freemason was a worldly man who had fucked more sister on camera than horde of men fuck in a lifespan. And, he had been with countless bastard so he knew a effective motherfucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert had said that some mother fucker have great experience and capital technique but they lack Passion and the passion I had shown Alfred Edward Woodley Mason 's prick was what interested him. I had kissed and kissed and kissed his penis, like a schoolgirl with a boyfriend, and I suppose for a man who had once experienced the summit of fan adulation, having his cock adored like that might feel like a getting even to those days of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hr bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to amount to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to satisfy him sexually. I was n't good enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote chance that I might be able to imbibe on it. Even if I only got to imbibe for one instant, I would come away with a life memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous cock in the story of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest porno star I had ever seen.

I didn't like having to allow to such selfishness, but it was honest. I was going to meet him again because of my own selfish lust.

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus storage and drove to his hushed neighborhood and, just as before, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was one-half friendly grandfather and the other one-half licentious hedonist. And also like before, my knees were light because I was actually in his presence.

He and Albert led a conversation that was populated mostly by their Logos and very few from me because I was naturally shy and at that moment, very nervous.

"I didn't promise him anything, Mason."Albert said."I only told him he would be able to meet you again. But I been thinking that since you like him, maybe you would ... you know ... let him do what he did hold out week."

Mason had been staring at me. His heading was slightly tilted and that smile -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, sexy smile -- -was melting me inside. He didn't speak for quite a few secondment. It was as if he was studying me.

Then, he finally said,"Would you like that, Brynn ?"

My head yanked into a nod so fast that I felt a pop in my neck opening. I could barely get my vocal chords to shape but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

"sentiment so,"he chuckled."But, not exactly like before. I don't wana take all that sentence. So, I'll evidence you what. Why don't you pick one affair you did survive metre that you liked the most."

Well, there was absolutely no uncertainty about what I liked most and I heard myself stammer,"K ... candy kiss. Kiss it."

The two of them laughed, just as they had the workweek before. But why ? Did saying those words make me look ridiculously gay or something ?

"Heh-heh. So odd."Mason chided."But, I like it. Sorta hot actually."

He stood and motioned me off of the chair and down to the floor. He came to me one slow step at a clock time while his proper hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly firmly cock that pushed against his cotton pants.

Gawwwwd ! He had a bloomer because of me ? I nearly gasped with just that thought.

After what seemed like minute, he finally popped out a full erection rightfield in nominal head of my face.

He chuckled,"OK boy, delight yourself. You got ten minutes."

And just like the week before, I planted my full moon brim to the tip of the older man's penis and I closed my eyes to hold dear what I was doing and I held my adoring lips to it for a long, recollective metre before finally finishing that first kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the sides and underneath and over the top and around the head and back down and back up and to the tip. Yes, it was very much like the hebdomad before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and night for workweek ! I would still want more.

I felt like I was making out with it. Yes, that was it -- -making out. I was making out with the erection of the King of Porn.

I wanted his cock to experience that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in love with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to make it known to the men because I was afraid it would seem too gay and they might become upset with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in love with James Mason's cock.

With time running out, he told me to give it one, last, long smack on the selfsame end, which I did for one strong minute.

Alfred Edward Woodley Mason went back to the couch where Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his shaft kissed seemed a bit deviant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, Mason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was freaky and a bit twisted and that is was adulation from an adoring fan.

They talked for a few minutes more before Alfred Edward Woodley Mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a ground I didn't want to do everything we did shoemaker's last week. Know why ? Because I wanted to save time in pillowcase I decided to give you something very special."

Then, he just looked at me. Wasn't he going to tell me what it was ? He grinned but still didn't speak. He seemed to love the teasing and torture of that dilated silence.

Then, he blurted,"How would you like to suck on my dick ?"

Can you imagine how those language would affect any motherfucker not to mention one who had a total jam on a man's cock ? My pulse felt a 100 clip greater than normal.

I don't remember how I was able-bodied to say"yes"but I heard the words emanate from my lips.

"tinker's dam, Mason,"Albert said,"flavour like he's got it real bad, heh-heh."

stonemason approached me slowly once again. He stood above me and asked,"This what you've been dreaming of, Brynn ?"He lightly shook his erecting at my face somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six hours ? Because you want to absorb my dick ?"

His face grew even more lurid and he added,"No promises how long I'll let you do it, but go ahead. Give it a try, Brynn. Suck my tool !"

Those were the most beautiful language I had ever heard and even today, it's punishing to resist sucking any man who says them.

It was surrealistic. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to bump ? Was I actually going to savor the very cock that I had licked a one C times in magazine layouts ?

I began to convey my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how lots I wanted to delight it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those discussion might not sit well with Mason or Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heating plant. This man's sexy erection was radiating heat to my lips. I could reek its perfume of sexuality and my mouth opened and I moved to it and I slipped my lips onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that intact head was in my mouth. Not the shaft. Just the head.

I let my centre drift closed and felt my sassing beginning to go, like in a gruntle roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very piano and dumb mouth movements on the head of his hardened sex tool.

I was in never-never land just feeling every texture, every ridge, every taste, and that marvelous hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous phallus in the chronicle of the full world, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the rima oris of so many cocksuckers. The one and only cock of the King of Porn -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

It was inconceivable for me to breathe with eubstance because I was so sate with passion.

His spear twitched and so did my full being. It was all consuming as my sassing snugged to that beautiful cockhead and I softly sucked and savored it with veneration. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be and beyond anything I had ever known.

Eventually, stonemason's deal touched the binding of my head as if to signal me to skid my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so ravish with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to go my read/write head. Slowly forward, like a crawling caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full seconds for my lip to get through the tip. Slowly forward, my spit dancing against his manly shaft, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even slower than before and back just the same.

He let me go down on on his erection for well over ten minutes before his hand nudged my head word back and his cock slipped from my back talk. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

"tinker's damn Brynn,"he said,"maybe you haven't sucked much but that is one helluva soft mouth."

"He a good dickhead, Bos ?"Albert asked.

"underworld, he doesn't have to be a near cocksucker when he fawns over it like he does. Like he's making love to my dick. Go ahead boy. Gim me some more. register me again how lots you love sucking on my dick."

I was instant to the task and my insides were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such dainty approval. To hear such an experienced man of the world who had been sucked hundreds of times say those things to me just warmed me so much and made me need to suck on his prick forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slip my mouth just as slowly and I just have no words to describe how having his cock in my lip and sucking on that man's scape catapulted me to a intimate nirvana I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my head back again and, just as before, I figured my time was up. I was disappointed but also elated because it was more breastfeed than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a sign on placard that said I had actually sucked on the dick of the King of Porn.

"You know, Brynn,"he started,"You suck nice but probably won't get me off. But, maybe we should do things a little bit different."

Different ? What was he talking about ?

He looked down at me and said,"How about I fuck you in the oral fissure ?"

Those words,"fuck you in the mouth"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the point that I would probably do that with any man who said those words to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to cargo area still and let him do the roll in the hay ; to entrust that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my mouth ; and, if he got his nuts off, I would swallow all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would have said anything to get that man to cum in my mouth and I would have promised I would swallow it all in one gulp even if I knew I couldn't if that's what it took to get that man to fill my bore mouth with his sperm ! I know, that was corruptible, but I had already admitted that I was selfish.

He knew I hadn't deep-throated but he assured me that he had fucked enough son of a bitch to know how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would interrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

"Okay queer boy. This is your lucky day. spread up. give your mouth !"

His other script braced my chief and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my oral fissure. My lips meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly have sex me while my interior began to literally vibrate with lust.

His cock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in surrender. He moved it forward and I watched as his abdominal cavity approached and I could palpate his middle looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old erstwhile porn wizard burying his bone in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He could have any cocksucker he wanted yet he had chosen me for that day. Me ! I was the one who was going to get fucked in the mouth by the macho-man that every motherfucker in the globe must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my mouth and I would dwell happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in ultra ho-hum motion. He let out a piano moan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with long, strong, slow strokes and pulling back smoothly before repeating.

He fucked in that tedious and rhythmic pace for many minutes. He didn't public lecture. He just fucked my bore and willing mouth in that very slow up and methodic manner.

I was in heaven ! On my stifle before that sexy, aphrodisiac man with his dick sliding slowly in my mouth and that hard shaft driving my queer head crazy.

He paused for a moment and just held my head in place with his cock wedged between my eagre lips.

"Whatya think, Prince Albert,"he asked."Think I should kick in him a encumbrance ?"

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a estimable boy and I had obeyed stonemason's commands and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the privilege of George Mason's orgasm.

"You want it boy ? You want me to cum in your mouth ?"

I was looking up at him but his cock deprived me of a vocal reply so I nodded with eyes full of desire.

"If I do it, are you gon na withdraw my jizz ?"

I nodded again.

"All of it ?"

Again I nodded. Of course I would try. But, I still didn't know if I could do it because those video recording proved he had huge loads. Despite being old, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might consume caused him to change his mind and I was just too selfish and too eager for him to cum in my mouth to let that happen.

mason continued,"well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz flop in your favorable lip !"

His men gripped my drumhead tighter and his coxa began to incite and this time, he was going at a moderate pace. In time, he went a short faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my face and I felt his turgid instrument hammering my willing and eager sass. His mitt became more firm and he went faster and with more intensity and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my tonsil and give me the reward that he only gave to shit he liked.

"You want it boy ?"he huffed as he continued to piston between my lips.

Before I could respond, I felt it !

With his bone buried nearly to my throat, his cock jerked and then I felt the passion of his huge blow of warm jism. It hit hard against my tonsils and was followed by another and then another and then another. He grunted like an a****l and his pelvic girdle jerked continuously as he shot several More gooey freight of his warm, thickset jizz into my wanton mouth. My lips sealed tight to catch it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure nirvana ! The king of erotica was ejaculating in my lip ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so much ... he was ejaculating in my rima oris ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able to absorb every single sensation of what was happening.

And all the piece he was getting off, I wanted to grab him and root for him to me and keep him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't door latch onto him because he had told me to stay put still and he was the man ... the man in charge. My place was under him with his spewing erection in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most important affair on world to me.

When he finished, his hands relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a time or two and also jerked. His finger ran through my longish brown hair and he told me I was a skillful whoreson. I loved hearing those word just as I love-love hearing them today.

It was more than five instant before he pulled his half-hard dick from my lips and he sat on the couch like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the mouth which, of course, is what he had done.

"Now swallow poof boy. You wanted my jizz and you got it. So now, swallow it !"

I never knew a man could blunder so lots. I began the process of trying to swallow and knew it would take various minor swallows to get it all down. I swallowed a little, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourth time -- -I swallowed all of his ejaculate that remained.

At his dictation, I opened my mouth to prove to him that I had done it and I felt so proud.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel brought a poster and a bold, smutty marking from one of his vertebral column way. He handed them to A. E. W. Mason and the King of Porn scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice mouth Brynn. You're a good fuck and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six hour bus ride home. My head danced with memories of what had happened and the entire interior of my mouth was still flavored with the preference of his cum and his tool. I lavished in the words he wrote on that poster and how he thought of me as a commodity boy and that I had a prissy mouth.

I was in heaven like I had been after the low gear time.

Even so, there was one motion that I couldn't result but one I really needed to have a go at it :

Would heaven ever amount again ?