I didn't think I would hear again from stonemason, the mogul of porn, nor his manager Albert, so it was an instant bolt of hope when I received an email a calendar week after our first and only meeting. He said that James Mason liked me and was thinking he might need to see me again and was I worry ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two months and C of minute watching A. E. W. Mason's 20 year old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so often about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's next email, he said,"Well, your enthusiasm and passionateness -- -those were the things he liked. No promises but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this sentence. I know you're shy so I wouldn't mind asking him if he would let you maybe suck. No hope but it do n't hurt to ask."

It was more than I could have got ever hoped and I jumped at the prospect although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very little experience in suction and Mason was a blase man who had fucked more babes on camera than horde of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with infinite son of a bitch so he knew a good cocksucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert had said that some cocksuckers have great experience and great proficiency but they lack passion and the passion I had shown Mason 's cock 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 meridian of fan adulation, having his shaft adored like that might palpate like a return to those days of glory.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel sent me just the ticket for the six hour bus drive to their city. Along that journeying, I had to fall to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to fill him sexually. I was n't right enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the outback chance that I might be able to take up on it. Even if I only got to suck for one second, I would come away with a life-time memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous turncock in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the aphrodisiac porn star I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel picked me up at the bus depot and drove to his quiet region and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grinning that was one-half friendly grandfather and the other half licentious hedonist. And also like before, my articulatio genus 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 bit, very nervous.

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

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

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

fountainhead, there was absolutely no doubtfulness 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 words make me seem 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 chairman and down to the floor. He came to me one slack footprint at a clock time while his right hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard hammer that pushed against his cotton fiber pants.

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

After what seemed ilk hours, he finally popped out a to the full erecting right in front of my face.

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

And just like the week before, I planted my full phase of the moon lips to the tip of the older man's penis and I closed my eyes to care for what I was doing and I held my adoring mouth to it for a retentive, prospicient time before finally finishing that showtime kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the incline and underneath and over the top and around the promontory and back down and game up and to the tip. Yes, it was very often like the week before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and Nox for calendar week ! 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 erection of the King of Porn.

I wanted his cock to sleep with that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in honey with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to form it known to the men because I was afraid it would seem 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 gift it one, last, prospicient smooch on the very end, which I did for one satisfying minute.

Mason went back to the sofa where Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his pecker kissed seemed a bit aberrant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 class 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 more before Mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a intellect I didn't want to do everything we did last workweek. Know why ? Because I wanted to hold open time in type 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 screw the teasing and torture of that dilated silence.

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

Can you imagine how those words would affect any prick not to name one who had a tot crushed leather on a man's cock ? My beat felt a C times greater than normal.

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

"shucks, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason,"Albert said,"look 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 erection at my look somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six hours ? Because you want to give suck my dick ?"

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

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

It was surreal. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to happen ? Was I actually going to taste the very hammer that I had licked a hundred time in cartridge holder layouts ?

I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to speak to it and tell it how a good deal I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those words might not sit well with James Neville Mason or Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heat. This man's aphrodisiacal erection was radiating oestrus to my mouth. I could sense its aroma of sex and my mouth opened and I moved to it and I slipped my mouth onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that total head was in my oral fissure. Not the dick. Just the head.

I let my eyes drift closed and felt my mouth beginning to move, like in a gentle curl. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very mild and slow up mouth movements on the head of his toughened sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every ridge, every perceptiveness, and that howling hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous penis in the story of the stallion macrocosm, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only cock of the Billie Jean King of Porn -- -and I was on my knee and sucking on it !

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

His peter twitched and so did my stallion being. It was all consuming as my brim 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, Mason's helping hand touched the back of my capitulum as if to indicate me to slue my rima oris, something I had forgotten because I had been so enthrall with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to move my head. Slowly forward, like a crawling caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 entire seconds for my sassing to make the tip. Slowly forward, my knife dancing against his manly shaft, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even obtuse than before and back just the same.

He let me give suck on his erection for well over ten minutes before his hand nudged my straits back and his rooster slipped from my lips. 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 cocksucker, boss ?"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel asked.

"Hell, he doesn't have to be a good son of a bitch when he fawns over it like he does. Like he's making love to my cock. Go ahead boy. Gim me some more. show me again how much you love sucking on my dick."

I was instant to the project and my interior were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such decent approving. To listen such an know man of the universe who had been sucked hundred of times say those things to me just warmed me so lots and made me want to suck in on his shaft forever and never engage it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid my mouth just as slowly and I just have no words to describe how having his cock in my mouth and sucking on that man's diaphysis 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 sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signalize posting that said I had actually sucked on the cock of the power of Porn.

"You know, Brynn,"he started,"You suck nice but probably won't get me off. But, maybe we should do thing 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 dustup,"fuck you in the lip"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the head that I would probably do that with any man who said those words to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to postponement still and let him do the ass ; to place 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 accept said anything to get that man to cum in my sassing and I would take in promised I would live with 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 eager sassing with his sperm cell ! 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 plenty SOB to know how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would cut off his mouthfucking pleasure.

"okeh fag boy. This is your lucky day. open up up. unfold your mouth !"

His early helping hand braced my headspring and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erecting into my oral fissure. My lips meshed to his dick and he began to slowly fuck 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 abdomen approached and I could palpate his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old quondam erotica star burying his bone in the lip 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 stud that every cocksucker in the man must deliver wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my rima oris and I would live happily ever after.

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

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

He fucked in that slow and rhythmic rate for many minute of arc. He didn't public lecture. He just fucked my eager and willing back talk in that very wearisome and methodic manner.

I was in nirvana ! On my human knee before that sexy, sexy man with his dick sliding slowly in my lip and that hard shaft driving my queen head crazy.

He paused for a moment and just held my head in topographic point with his cock wedged between my eager lips.

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

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a good boy and I had obeyed James Neville Mason's dictation and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the perquisite of Mason's orgasm.

"You want it boy ? You want me to cum in your rima oris ?"

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

"If I do it, are you gon na swallow 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 television proved he had huge loads. Despite being elder, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might have caused him to vary his brain and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore for him to cum in my lip to let that happen.

James Mason continued,"well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz compensate in your favorable mouth !"

His paw gripped my head tighter and his hips began to move and this time, he was going at a moderate pace. In time, he went a little faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my face and I felt his turgid tool hammering my willing and eager backtalk. His workforce 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 give me the reward 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 bone buried nearly to my throat, his peter jerked and then I felt the hotness of his huge blast 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 hips jerked continuously as he shot various more than gooey loads of his warm, wooden-headed jizz into my wanton mouth. My lip sealed tight to charm it all.

It was paradise ! Pure nirvana ! The King of Porn was ejaculating in my lip ! 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 to absorb every I sensation of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to take hold of him and get out him to me and preserve him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't latch onto him because he had told me to detain still and he was the man ... the man in billing. 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 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's-breadth and he told me I was a honorable cocksucker. I loved hearing those words just as I love-love hearing them today.

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

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

I never knew a man could blunder so practically. I began the procedure of trying to swallow and knew it would get hold of various smaller swallows to get it all down. I swallowed a little, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the quaternary sentence -- -I swallowed all of his ejaculate that remained.

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

Albert brought a poster and a bold, melanise marker from one of his back rooms. He handed them to A. E. W. Mason and the Riley B King of porn scribbled on the card 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 minute bus ride plate. My headland danced with memories of what had happened and the full inside of my mouth was still flavored with the discernment of his cum and his cock. 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 dainty mouth.

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

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

Would heaven ever come again ?