I didn't think I would see again from Mason, the King of Porn, nor his manager Albert, so it was an instant deadbolt of hope when I received an email a week after our offset and only group meeting. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might want to see me again and was I matter to ?

Was he kidding ? Of grade I was. I had spent two calendar month and hundreds of hours watching mason's twenty class old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and unsatiable cock.

In Albert's next e-mail, he said,"Well, your enthusiasm and passion -- -those were the things he liked. No hope but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this time. I know you're shy so I wouldn't mind 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 induce ever hoped and I jumped at the chance although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very slight experience in sucking and Mason was a temporal man who had fucked more babes on camera than legions of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with infinite cocksuckers so he knew a honorable asshole from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the calendar week before when Albert had said that some son of a bitch have big experience and capital technique but they lack passion and the heat I had shown Mason 's cock was what interested him. I had kissed and kissed and kissed his penis, like a schoolgirl with a swain, and I suppose for a man who had once experienced the pinnacle of fan adulation, having his peter adored like that might feel like a return to those Day of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six minute bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to follow to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to meet him sexually. I was n't commodity enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote probability that I might be capable to fellate on it. Even if I only got to breastfeed for one second gear, I would come away with a lifetime retention that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous hammer in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the aphrodisiacal porno headliner I had ever seen.

I didn't like having to take on to such selfishness, but it was unfeigned. I was going to get together him again because of my own selfish lust.

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus depot and labor to his quiet neighborhood and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was one-half friendly grandpa and the former half licentious hedonist. And also like before, my knees were infirm because I was actually in his presence.

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

"I didn't promise him anything, Mason."Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel 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 endure week."

Mason had been staring at me. His head was slightly tilted and that grinning -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, sexy grinning -- -was melting me inside. He didn't speak for quite a few seconds. 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. I could barely get my vocal chords to work but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

"thought so,"he chuckled."But, not exactly like before. I don't wana take all that clock time. So, I'll recite you what. Why don't you pick one affair you did finis meter that you liked the most."

fountainhead, there was absolutely no doubt about what I liked most and I heard myself stammer,"K ... Kiss. Kiss it."

The two of them laughed, just as they had the week before. But why ? Did saying those word of honor 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 professorship and down to the floor. He came to me one slow step at a time while his right hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly heavy peter that pushed against his cotton plant pants.

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

After what seemed like hours, he finally popped out a full moon erection rightfulness in front of my face.

He chuckled,"Okay boy, revel yourself. You got ten minutes."

And just like the workweek before, I planted my full moon sassing to the tip of the sr. man's penis and I closed my centre to hold dear what I was doing and I held my adoring lips to it for a farsighted, recollective time 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 fountainhead and back down and stake up and to the tip. Yes, it was very a good deal like the hebdomad before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and night for weeks ! I would still require more.

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

I wanted his shaft to know that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in love with it the calendar week before while kissing it. I was afraid to have it known to the men because I was afraid it would appear too gay and they might become untune with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in love with Mason's cock.

With time running out, he told me to founder it one, endure, long smack on the very end, which I did for one solid minute.

Mason went back to the sofa where Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his cock kissed seemed a bit aberrant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 yr 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 minute of arc more before Alfred Edward Woodley Mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a reason I didn't want to do everything we did last week. Know why ? Because I wanted to save time in case I decided to leave 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 do it the teasing and straining of that dilated silence.

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

Can you imagine how those Son would feign any cocksucker not to mention one who had a full crush on a man's putz ? My heartbeat felt a hundreds times greater than normal.

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

"hoot, Mason,"Albert said,"looks like he's got it veridical bad, heh-heh."

Mason approached me slowly once again. He stood above me and asked,"This what you've been dreaming of, Brynn ?"He lightly shook his erection at my look somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six hour ? Because you want to suck my peter ?"

His cheek grew even more lurid and he added,"No promises how hanker I'll let you do it, but go ahead. Give it a try, Brynn. suck my cock !"

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

It was surreal. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to fall out ? Was I actually going to savor the very cock that I had licked a hundred times in magazine layouts ?

I began to impart my mouth to it. I wanted to blab out to it and separate it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in lovemaking with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heat. This man's sexy erection was radiating heat to my lips. I could smell out its olfactory property of sexuality and my lip opened and I moved to it and I slipped my sass onto that perfective tense cockhead and crawled forward until that entire head was in my oral cavity. Not the dick. Just the head.

I let my eyes movement closed and felt my mouth beginning to move, like in a soft roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very sonant and slow mouth motion on the head of his hardened sex tool.

I was in dreamworld just feeling every texture, every ridge, every sense of taste, and that rattling rigorousness. I was actually sucking on the most celebrated penis in the history of the entire world, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only peter of the baron of Porn -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

It was impossible for me to breathe with consistency because I was so filled with passion.

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

Eventually, Mason's hand touched the back of my head word as if to signalise me to slide my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so enraptured with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to proceed my head. Slowly forward, like a creep caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full seconds for my lips to strive the tip. Slowly forward, my lingua dancing against his manly shaft, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even slower than before and back just the same.

He let me wet-nurse on his hard-on for well over ten minutes before his deal nudged my headland back and his cock slipped from my lips. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

"darn Brynn,"he said,"maybe you haven't sucked much but that is one helluva mild mouth."

"He a good cocksucker, foreman ?"Albert asked.

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

I was instant to the task and my interior were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such nice approval. To hear such an experienced man of the cosmos who had been sucked hundreds of clip say those thing to me just warmed me so much and made me want to sop up on his cock forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slew my mouth just as slowly and I just have no word to describe how having his cock in my mouth and sucking on that man's cock catapulted me to a sexual heaven 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 joyful because it was more sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would apply me a sign up poster that said I had actually sucked on the cock of the B. B. 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 piddling bit different."

Different ? What was he talking about ?

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

Those speech,"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 hold still and let him do the fucking ; to perpetrate that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my back talk ; and, if he got his freak 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 get 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 fulfil my eager oral fissure with his sperm ! I know, that was dishonest, 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 SOB to bed how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would interrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

"O.K. queer boy. This is your golden day. afford up. Open your backtalk !"

His other hand braced my head and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erecting into my mouth. My lips meshed to his irradiation and he began to slowly hump me while my interior began to literally vibrate with lust.

His dick jerked and so did I and I whimpered in surrender. He moved it forward and I watched as his stomach approached and I could find his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old former porn hotshot burying his bone in the mouthpiece of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He could feature any bastard 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 scantling that every cocksucker in the humankind must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my oral fissure and I would exist happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in extremist slow move. He let out a easygoing groan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with foresightful, strong, retard throw and pulling back smoothly before repeating.

He fucked in that slow and rhythmical pace for many transactions. He didn't talk of the town. He just fucked my eager and willing mouth in that very irksome and methodic manner.

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

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

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should give him a load ?"

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a dear boy and I had obeyed stonemason's mastery and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the privilege of James Neville 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 live with 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 telecasting proved he had vast shipment. Despite being sometime, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might have caused him to change his mind and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore for him to cum in my oral fissure to let that happen.

Mason continued,"Well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz right in your prosperous backtalk !"

His work force gripped my head tighter and his hips began to move and this fourth dimension, he was going at a contain step. In time, he went a little faster and I watched his belly gyrating before my face and I felt his turgid shaft hammering my uncoerced and eager mouthpiece. His paw 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 tonsils and devote me the reinforcement that he only gave to dickhead he liked.

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

Before I could react, I felt it !

With his bone buried nearly to my throat, his cock jerked and then I felt the oestrus of his immense bam of warm jism. It hit hard against my tonsilla and was followed by another and then another and then another. He grunted like an a****l and his hips jerked continuously as he shot several Sir Thomas More icky loads of his warm, stocky jizz into my wanton backtalk. My lips sealed blind drunk to capture it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure Shangri-la ! The tycoon of porn was ejaculating in my mouth ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so much ... he was ejaculating in my mouth ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able to absorb every single ace of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to grab him and pluck him to me and keep him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't latch onto him because he had told me to rest still and he was the man ... the man in mission. 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 thing on dry land to me.

When he finished, his hired man relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a time or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish browned fuzz and he told me I was a dependable SOB. I loved hearing those words just as I love-love hearing them today.

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

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

I never knew a man could ejaculate so a great deal. I began the mental process of trying to get down and get it on it would take several pocket-size swallow to get it all down. I swallowed a little, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourth clip -- -I swallowed all of his ejaculate that remained.

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

Albert brought a post-horse and a boldface, smutty marking from one of his back rooms. He handed them to Mason and the magnate of porno scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva courteous mouth Brynn. You're a good fuck and a safe boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six time of day bus drive plate. My head danced with memories of what had happened and the entire inside of my oral fissure was still flavored with the taste of his cum and his prick. I lavished in the give-and-take he wrote on that poster and how he thought of me as a good boy and that I had a nice mouth.

I was in promised land like I had been after the get-go time.

evening so, there was one inquiry that I couldn't answer but one I really needed to know :

Would heaven ever come again ?