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I didn't think I would discover again from Mason, the business leader of Porn, nor his manager Albert, so it was an heartbeat bolt of hope when I received an email a calendar week after our first and only coming together. He said that Freemason liked me and was thinking he might want to see me again and was I concern ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two months and hundreds of time of day watching Mason's xx year old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so a lot about the man, but More about his wonderfully contoured and insatiate cock.

In Albert's next email, he said,"fountainhead, your enthusiasm and passion -- -those were the things he liked. No promises but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this metre. I know you're shy so I wouldn't psyche 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 ever hoped and I jumped at the chance although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very little experience in sucking and Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more baby on television camera than legion of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with unnumberable SOB so he knew a goodness son of a bitch from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the calendar week before when Prince Albert had said that some cocksuckers have outstanding experience and outstanding technique 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 phallus, like a schoolgirl with a boyfriend, and I suppose for a man who had once experienced the pinnacle of fan adulation, having his peter adored like that might palpate like a return to those solar day of glory.

Albert sent me tag for the six time of day bus ride to their urban center. Along that journeying, I had to come up to term with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to gratify him sexually. I was n't in effect enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote luck that I might be capable to draw on it. Even if I only got to draw for one s, I would come away with a lifetime memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most far-famed cock in the account of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest pornography headliner I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus depot and drove to his silence locality and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grinning that was one-half friendly grandad and the other half licentious hedonist. 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 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 capable to fill 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 forefront was slightly tilted and that grin -- -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 opening. I could barely get my vocal chords to operate 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 secern you what. Why don't you pick one thing you did last time that you liked the most."

well, 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 words make me look ridiculously gay or something ?

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

He stood and motioned me off of the hot seat and down to the floor. He came to me one deadening pace at a meter while his proper script was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard cock that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

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

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

And just like the week before, I planted my full backtalk to the tip of the aged man's phallus and I closed my middle to cherish what I was doing and I held my adoring rim to it for a long, recollective prison term 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 calendar week before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and nighttime 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 world-beater of Porn.

I wanted his cock to know 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 get disturb with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in dearest with Mason's cock.

With clock time running out, he told me to give it one, concluding, long smooch on the very end, which I did for one strong minute.

mason went back to the lounge 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, stonemason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was gonzo and a bit misrepresented and that is was adulation from an adoring fan.

They talked for a few minutes more before Mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a understanding I didn't want to do everything we did last calendar week. Know why ? Because I wanted to save time in case I decided to throw 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 bonk the teasing and torture of that dilated silence.

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

Can you imagine how those words would move any cocksucker not to refer one who had a add press on a man's stopcock ? My heartbeat felt a hundreds meter greater than normal.

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

"tinker's dam, Mason,"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 face somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six hours ? Because you want to take up my dick ?"

His look grew even more shocking and he added,"No promises how yearn 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 heavily to resist sucking any man who says them.

It was surreal. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to happen ? Was I actually going to savour the very rooster that I had licked a hundred times in cartridge clip layouts ?

I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those Bible might not sit well with James Neville Mason or Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heat. This man's sexy erecting was radiating heat to my lips. I could smell its scent of sexuality and my back talk opened and I moved to it and I slipped my lip onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that entire nous was in my mouth. Not the tool. Just the head.

I let my eyes drift closed and felt my lip beginning to move, like in a docile roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very easy and slow rima oris movements on the top dog of his indurate sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every grain, every ridge, every appreciation, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous member in the history of the entire world, the very cock that had fucked so many female child and the mouthpiece of so many son of a bitch. The one and only rooster of the King of porn -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

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

His gibe 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, Mason's hired hand touched the rear of my head as if to signal me to slue my mouthpiece, something I had forgotten because I had been so transport with just nursing on that beautiful sex"pap ”.

I began to move my read/write head. Slowly forward, like a creeping caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full s for my back talk to get to the tip. Slowly forward, my tongue dancing against his manly tool, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even slower than before and back just the same.

He let me suck on his erecting for well over ten bit before his hand nudged my head back and his stopcock slipped from my lips. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

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

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

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

I was clamant to the job and my insides were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such squeamish approval. To hear such an experient man of the world who had been sucked C of clip say those things to me just warmed me so often and made me want to suck in on his cock forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid my oral cavity just as slowly and I just have no words to delineate how having his cock in my mouth and sucking on that man's dick 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 signed card 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 things a piffling bit different."

Different ? What was he talking about ?

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

Those words,"fuck you in the mouth"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the peak 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 hold still and let him do the fucking ; to commit that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my sass ; and, if he got his screwball off, I would swallow up all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would give birth 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 up my eager mouth 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 motherfucker 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 prosperous day. spread out up. Open your mouth !"

His other hand braced my fountainhead and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erecting into my mouth. My lips meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly bed me while my insides 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 abdomen approached and I could feel his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old former porn whizz 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 cocksucker in the creation must get wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my sass and I would live happily ever after.

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

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

He fucked in that boring and rhythmic tempo for many arcminute. He didn't lecture. He just fucked my eager and volition mouth in that very slowly and methodic manner.

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

He paused for a moment and just held my drumhead in piazza with his peter wedged between my eager lips.

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

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 prerogative of Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's orgasm.

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

I was looking up at him but his rooster deprived me of a song answer so I nodded with center replete 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 TV proved he had vast loads. Despite being erstwhile, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might cause caused him to change his brain 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 mightily in your lucky mouth !"

His hands gripped my chief tighter and his hip joint began to motivate and this sentence, he was going at a chair pace. In prison term, he went a slight faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my font and I felt his puffy dick hammering my willing and eagre mouthpiece. His hands became more business firm and he went faster and with More vividness 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 mother fucker 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 pearl 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 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 several more gooey payload of his warm, thick jizz into my wanton mouth. My lips sealed stringent to capture it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure Shangri-la ! The top executive of Porn was ejaculating in my sassing ! 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 I sensation of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to grab him and attract him to me and keep him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't latch onto him because he had told me to appease still and he was the man ... the man in cathexis. My spot 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 land to me.

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

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

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

I never knew a man could ejaculate so a good deal. I began the cognitive process of trying to swallow and do it it would take several smaller swallow to get it all down. I swallowed a picayune, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourthly time -- -I swallowed all of his semen that remained.

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

Albert brought a poster and a bold, bootleg marker from one of his book binding rooms. He handed them to Mason and the magnate of Porn scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice mouth Brynn. You're a beneficial nooky and a secure boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't commend the six hour bus ride domicile. My headway danced with memories of what had happened and the entire inside of my sassing was still flavored with the discernment of his cum and his stopcock. I lavished in the words he wrote on that poster and how he thought of me as a in force boy and that I had a nice mouth.

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

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

Would heaven ever come again ?
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