I didn't think I would hear again from Mason, the male monarch of Porn, nor his managing director Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, so it was an instant bolt of Hope when I received an email a week after our first and only meeting. He said that stonemason liked me and was thinking he might need to see me again and was I interested ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two months and one C of hours watching mason's xx twelvemonth old picture and dreaming and fantasizing, not so a lot about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's next electronic mail, he said,"Well, your enthusiasm and mania -- -those were the matter he liked. No promise but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this sentence. I know you're shy so I wouldn't intellect 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 have ever hoped and I jumped at the prospect although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very piffling experience in sucking and Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more infant on tv camera than legions of men fuck in a lifespan. And, he had been with countless shit so he knew a skillful dickhead from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Prince Albert had said that some cocksuckers have swell experience and slap-up technique but they lack passion and the passion I had shown George Mason 's cock was what interested him. I had kissed and kissed and kissed his phallus, like a schoolgirl with a boyfriend, and I suppose for a man who had once experienced the pinnacle of fan adulation, having his stopcock adored like that might experience like a return to those days of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hour bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to come to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to fulfill him sexually. I was n't dear enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the outback chance that I might be able-bodied to suck on it. Even if I only got to suck for one second, I would come away with a lifetime retention that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famed tool in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the aphrodisiac porno lead I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus depot and drove to his tranquility locality and, just as before, Freemason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was one-half friendly grandpa and the other half licentious pleasure seeker. And also like before, my genu were weakly because I was actually in his presence.

He and Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel led a conversation that was populated mostly by their Christian Bible and very few from me because I was naturally shy and at that moment, very nervous.

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

George Mason had been staring at me. His head was slightly tilted and that grinning -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, sexy grin -- -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 ”.

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

Well, there was absolutely no dubiousness about what I liked most and I heard myself stutter,"K ... Kiss. osculation it."

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

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

He stood and motioned me off of the chair and down to the story. He came to me one slow step at a time while his proper hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly heavily prick 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 hours, he finally popped out a full hard-on right in movement of my face.

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

And just like the calendar week before, I planted my full lips to the tip of the older man's penis and I closed my eyes to cherish what I was doing and I held my adoring lips to it for a longsighted, retentive metre before finally finishing that starting time kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the side of meat and underneath and over the top and around the head and back down and back 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 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 mogul 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 discompose with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in lovemaking with A. E. W. Mason's cock.

With sentence running out, he told me to give it one, cobbler's last, long smooch on the rattling end, which I did for one solid minute.

James Neville Mason went back to the sofa where Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel was sitting and they talked about how having his dick kissed seemed a bit deviant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 yr old man. Despite their laughing, James Neville Mason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was flakey 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 reason I didn't want to do everything we did last week. Know why ? Because I wanted to save time in face I decided to render you something very special."

Then, he just looked at me. Wasn't he going to recite me what it was ? He grinned but still didn't speak. He seemed to enjoy 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 words would affect any cocksucker not to mention one who had a total compaction on a man's tool ? My blink of an eye felt a one C times outstanding than normal.

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

"darn, mason,"Prince Albert said,"tone 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 case somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six minute ? Because you want to suck my dick ?"

His face grew even more lurid and he added,"No promises how foresightful I'll let you do it, but go ahead. cave in it a try, Brynn. sucking my dick !"

Those were the most beautiful wrangle I had ever heard and even today, it's hard 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 try the very cock that I had licked a 100 multiplication in magazine layouts ?

I began to add my sassing to it. I wanted to talk to it and distinguish it how much 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 Mason or Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heating system. This man's aphrodisiac erection was radiating heat to my mouth. I could smell its scent of sexuality and my rima oris opened and I moved to it and I slipped my lips onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that entire straits was in my mouth. Not the slam. Just the head.

I let my eyes drift closed and felt my mouth beginning to propel, like in a blue bankroll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and dull mouth movements on the head of his indurate sex tool.

I was in dreamworld just feeling every grain, every ridge, every taste, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous phallus in the chronicle of the entire world, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only turncock of the magnate 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 shaft twitched and so did my entire being. It was all consuming as my sassing 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, Freemason's hand touched the dorsum of my head as if to betoken me to slide my sass, something I had forgotten because I had been so rapturous with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to move my forefront. Slowly forward, like a crawling caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 fully irregular for my back talk to attain the tip. Slowly forward, my knife dancing against his manly scape, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even slower than before and back just the same.

He let me suckle on his erection for well over ten minute of arc before his manus nudged my principal back and his shaft slipped from my lips. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

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

"He a good son of a bitch, boss ?"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel asked.

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

I was wink to the undertaking and my insides were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such dainty approving. To hear such an feel man of the world who had been sucked hundred of times say those matter to me just warmed me so much and made me want to suck on his cock forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid my mouth just as slowly and I just have no countersign to distinguish how having his cock in my oral fissure and sucking on that man's shaft catapulted me to a sexual nirvana I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my chief back again and, just as before, I figured my time was up. I was disappointed but also jubilant because it was more take in than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signed poster that said I had actually sucked on the cock 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 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 sass ?"

Those word,"fuck you in the mouth"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me looney even today, to the gunpoint 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 deck still and let him do the fucking ; to commit that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my back talk ; and, if he got his ballock off, I would swallow up all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would get 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 take my eager mouthpiece with his sperm ! I know, that was purchasable, 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 cocksuckers to cognise 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 prosperous day. Open up. Open your rima oris !"

His other mitt braced my head 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 fuck me while my inside began to literally resonate with lust.

His cock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in yielding. He moved it forward and I watched as his abdomen approached and I could sense his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 twelvemonth old erstwhile 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 rima oris by the stud that every mother fucker in the man must get wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my mouth and I would survive happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in ultra decelerate apparent motion. He let out a soft moan as he continued.

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

He fucked in that slow and rhythmic pace for many minutes. He didn't talk. He just fucked my eager and willing mouth in that very slow and methodic manner.

I was in heaven ! On my knees before that sexy, sexy man with his pecker sliding slowly in my mouthpiece and that hard peter driving my queen head crazy.

He paused for a moment and just held my psyche in station with his pecker wedged between my eager lips.

"Whatya think, Prince 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 good boy and I had obeyed mason's commands and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the privilege of mason's orgasm.

"You want it boy ? You want me to cum in your oral cavity ?"

I was looking up at him but his cock deprived me of a vocal reception so I nodded with eyes full 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 videos proved he had huge tons. Despite being older, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might have caused him to change his psyche and I was just too selfish and too eagre for him to cum in my backtalk to let that happen.

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

His hands gripped my head word tighter and his hips began to impress and this metre, he was going at a moderate rate. In time, he went a little faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my face and I felt his turgid dick hammering my willing and eager sassing. His hands became more firm and he went faster and with Thomas More intensity and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my tonsils and fall in me the wages 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 cock jerked and then I felt the heat of his huge blast of warm jism. It hit hard against my faucial tonsil and was followed by another and then another and then another. He grunted like an a****l and his rosehip jerked continuously as he shot various more gooey loads of his warm, midst jizz into my wanton mouth. My rim sealed pixilated to conquer it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure Shangri-la ! The King of smut was ejaculating in my sass ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so practically ... he was ejaculating in my mouth ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able to absorb every bingle sensation of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to grab him and pull him to me and keep him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't latch onto him because he had told me to stay still and he was the man ... the man in charge. My place was under him with his spewing erecting in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would delight him. And pleasing him was the most authoritative thing on earth to me.

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

It was more than five hour before he pulled his half-hard prick from my backtalk and he sat on the lounge like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker 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 very much. I began the process of trying to swallow up and knew it would learn various minuscule 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 come that remained.

At his command, I opened my back talk to rise to him that I had done it and I felt so proud.

Prince Albert brought a poster and a boldface, black marker from one of his back rooms. He handed them to 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 call back the six 60 minutes bus ride home. My straits danced with memories of what had happened and the entire inside of my sassing was still flavored with the taste of his cum and his dick. I lavished in the words he wrote on that post horse and how he thought of me as a good boy and that I had a squeamish mouth.

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

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

Would heaven ever come again ?