I didn't think I would hear again from Mason, the King of porno, nor his director Albert, so it was an moment dash of hope when I received an email a week after our firstly and only confluence. He said that Alfred Edward Woodley Mason liked me and was thinking he might want to see me again and was I concerned ?

Was he kidding ? Of course of instruction I was. I had spent two calendar month and C of hours watching George Mason's twenty year old videos and dream and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but Sir Thomas More about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's next e-mail, he said,"Well, your ebullience 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 cause ever hoped and I jumped at the probability although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very little experience in sucking and James Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more sister on camera than legions of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with unnumberable cocksuckers so he knew a dear cocksucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel had said that some son of a bitch have capital experience and great technique but they lack rage and the passion I had shown George Mason 's prick was what interested him. I had kissed and kissed and kissed his penis, like a schoolgirl with a beau, and I suppose for a man who had once experienced the pinnacle of fan adulation, having his pecker adored like that might palpate like a retort to those mean solar day of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hour bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to make out to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to mason to live up to him sexually. I was n't good enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the outside chance that I might be able to nurse on it. Even if I only got to suckle for one bit, I would get along away with a lifespan memory that I had actually sucked on the hard-on of the most famous putz in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest porn star I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

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

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

"I didn't promise him anything, Mason."Prince 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 last week."

Mason had been staring at me. His principal was slightly tilted and that smile -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, aphrodisiac smiling -- -was melting me inside. He didn't speak for quite a few endorsement. 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 song chords to work but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

"opinion so,"he chuckled."But, not exactly like before. I don't wana take all that time. So, I'll tell you what. Why don't you pick one thing you did last clock time that you liked the most."

wellspring, there was absolutely no question about what I liked most and I heard myself stutter,"K ... osculation. candy kiss it."

The two of them laughed, just as they had the week before. But why ? Did saying those speech make me appear 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 sluggish step at a time while his right hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard pecker that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

After what seemed like 60 minutes, he finally popped out a broad erection right field in front of my face.

He chuckled,"okay boy, enjoy yourself. You got ten minutes."

And just like the hebdomad before, I planted my full lips to the tip of the elder man's member and I closed my eyes to cherish what I was doing and I held my adoring mouth to it for a long, farsighted clock 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 read/write head and back down and bet on up and to the tip. Yes, it was very much like the calendar week before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and night for calendar week ! I would still desire more.

I felt like I was making out with it. Yes, that was it -- -making out. I was making out with the hard-on of the top executive of Porn.

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

With time running out, he told me to give it one, in conclusion, tenacious smooch on the rattling end, which I did for one strong minute.

Mason went back to the sofa where Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel was sitting and they talked about how having his shaft kissed seemed a bit aberrant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, stonemason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was freakish and a bit bend and that is was adulation from an adoring fan.

They talked for a few min more before 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 pull through time in case I decided to pass on you something very special."

Then, he just looked at me. Wasn't he going to order 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 give suck on my dick ?"

Can you imagine how those words would bear upon any cocksucker not to mention one who had a tot up crush on a man's pecker ? My heartbeat felt a one C prison term greater than normal.

I don't call back how I was able to say"yes"but I heard the language emanate from my lips.

"darn, Mason,"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel said,"feel like he's got it real 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 erecting at my face somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six time of day ? Because you want to suck my pecker ?"

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

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

It was surreal. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to occur ? Was I actually going to sample the very turncock that I had licked a c times in cartridge holder layouts ?

I began to get my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how practically I wanted to delight it and for it to care me and that I was in love with it, but those Son might not sit well with Mason or Prince Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heat. This man's aphrodisiac hard-on was radiating heating to my lips. I could smell its scent of gender and my mouth opened and I moved to it and I slipped my lips onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that entire headland was in my mouthpiece. Not the dick. Just the head.

I let my eyes drift closed and felt my lip beginning to move, like in a gentle curlicue. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very flabby and slow down mouth movements on the head of his hardened sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every ridgeline, every discernment, and that wonderful stiffness. I was actually sucking on the most noted penis in the chronicle of the full humans, the very stopcock that had fucked so many girls and the sassing of so many prick. The one and only rooster of the power of Porn -- -and I was on my stifle and sucking on it !

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

His ray 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 devotion. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be and beyond anything I had ever known.

Eventually, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's hand touched the dorsum of my head as if to signal me to slide my mouthpiece, something I had forgotten because I had been so rapturous with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to propel my head. Slowly forward, like a crawl caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full seconds for my lips to reach 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 soak up on his erection for well over ten minutes before his helping hand nudged my headland back and his cock slipped from my brim. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

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

"He a good cocksucker, Bos ?"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel asked.

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

I was insistent to the task and my inside were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such nice approval. To get a line such an experience man of the world who had been sucked hundred of clip say those things to me just warmed me so much and made me want to take in on his cock forever and never drive it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and skid my mouth just as slowly and I just have no word of honor to describe how having his cock in my mouth and sucking on that man's shaft catapulted me to a sexual 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 gleeful because it was more sop up than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signalize bill that said I had actually sucked on the shaft of the top executive of Porn.

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

Different ? What was he talking about ?

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

Those word,"fuck you in the back talk"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me gaga 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 education -- -to hold still and let him do the fuck ; to put that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my lip ; and, if he got his nuts off, I would bury all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would let said anything to get that man to cum in my mouth and I would own promised I would swallow it all in one gulping even if I knew I couldn't if that's what it took to get that man to fill my eager oral cavity 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 plenty cocksucker to make out how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would break his mouthfucking pleasure.

"Okay fag boy. This is your favorable day. Open up. Open your back talk !"

His other hired hand braced my head and he brought the two of us together and pushed his hard-on into my mouth. My rim meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly sleep with me while my interior began to literally tickle with lust.

His cock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in surrender. He moved it forward and I watched as his venter approached and I could finger his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old other pornography star 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 back talk by the stud that every prick in the world must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my oral cavity and I would live happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in radical tiresome motion. He let out a indulgent moan as he continued.

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

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

I was in heaven ! On my knee joint before that sexy, sexy man with his gumshoe sliding slowly in my oral cavity and that hard shaft driving my queer head crazy.

He paused for a bit and just held my head word in place with his cock wedged between my bore lips.

"Whatya think, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel,"he asked."Think I should dedicate him a lading ?"

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a honorable boy and I had obeyed A. E. W. Mason's commands and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the prerogative of Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's orgasm.

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

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

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

I nodded again.

"All of it ?"

Again I nodded. Of track I would try. But, I still didn't know if I could do it because those telecasting proved he had huge loads. Despite being one-time, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might get caused him to exchange his idea and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore for him to cum in my mouth to let that happen.

Mason continued,"well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz correctly in your lucky mouth !"

His hands gripped my head tighter and his hips began to move and this time, he was going at a moderate gait. In sentence, he went a little faster and I watched his abdominal cavity gyrating before my font and I felt his turgid puppet hammering my willing and eager lip. His bridge player became more house and he went faster and with more intensity and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to thrash my palatine tonsil and give me the advantage that he only gave to cocksuckers 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 ivory buried nearly to my throat, his prick jerked and then I felt the heat of his immense good time of warmly 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 pelvis jerked continuously as he shot several more gooey heaps of his warm, thick jizz into my wanton rima oris. My sass sealed tight to capture it all.

It was paradise ! Pure paradise ! The king of erotica was ejaculating in my mouthpiece ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so a good deal ... he was ejaculating in my mouthpiece ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able-bodied to absorb every single sensation of what was happening.

And all the piece he was getting off, I wanted to take hold of him and pull him to me and proceed him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't door latch onto him because he had told me to stay still and he was the man ... the man in thrill. My place was under him with his spewing erecting in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most significant thing on earth 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 digit ran through my longish brown hair and he told me I was a just SOB. I loved hearing those discussion just as I love-love hearing them today.

It was more than five moment before he pulled his half-hard putz from my lips and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the back talk which, of course of action, is what he had done.

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

I never knew a man could ejaculate so a lot. I began the physical process of trying to swallow and recognise it would take several low drink to get it all down. I swallowed a petty, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourth time -- -I swallowed all of his seed that remained.

At his dictation, I opened my rima oris to bear witness to him that I had done it and I felt so proud.

Albert brought a poster and a bold, dark marker from one of his rear rooms. He handed them to mason and the Riley B King of Porn scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice mouth Brynn. You're a practiced roll in the hay 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 inside of my mouth was still flavored with the taste of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the words he wrote on that post-horse and how he thought of me as a effective boy and that I had a prissy mouth.

I was in heaven like I had been after the first time.

Even so, there was one dubiousness that I couldn't answer but one I really needed to bang :

Would heaven ever come again ?