I didn't think I would find out again from Mason, the King of erotica, nor his director Albert, so it was an instant bolt of hope when I received an email a week after our initiative and only group meeting. He said that Alfred Edward Woodley Mason liked me and was thinking he might want to see me again and was I interest ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two calendar month and hundreds of hours watching Mason's XX year old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's adjacent email, he said,"well, your enthusiasm and rage -- -those were the thing 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 injure 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 slight experience in sucking and James Neville Mason was a secular man who had fucked more babes on camera than legion of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with countless cocksuckers so he knew a good motherfucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert had said that some mother fucker have great experience and great technique but they lack passion and the warmth I had shown Freemason 's stopcock 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 pinnacle of fan adulation, having his stopcock adored like that might feel like a return to those days of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hour bus ride to their metropolis. Along that journey, I had to come to condition with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to mason to satisfy him sexually. I was n't good enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the outback hazard that I might be able-bodied to wet-nurse on it. Even if I only got to suck for one moment, I would come away with a lifespan memory that I had actually sucked on the erecting of the most far-famed stopcock in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexy porn star I had ever seen.

I didn't like having to admit to such selfishness, but it was true. 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 motor to his hushed neighbourhood and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a smile that was one-half friendly gramps and the other one-half licentious pleasure seeker. 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 moment, 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 last week."

Mason had been staring at me. His head was slightly tilted and that grin -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, sexy smile -- -was melting me inside. He didn't speak for quite a few irregular. It was as if he was studying me.

Then, he finally said,"Would you like that, Brynn ?"

My point yanked into a nod so fast that I felt a pop in my neck. I could barely get my vocal chords to put to work but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

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

Well, there was absolutely no dubiety about what I liked most and I heard myself stutter,"K ... buss. buss it."

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

"Heh-heh. So odd."A. E. W. 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 slow up step at a time while his right handwriting was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard cock 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 like hours, he finally popped out a total erection right in straw man of my face.

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

And just like the week before, I planted my full lips to the tip of the older man's penis and I closed my eyes to hold dear what I was doing and I held my adoring backtalk to it for a long, prospicient time before finally finishing that first kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the position and underneath and over the top and around the headway and back down and back up and to the tip. Yes, it was very very much like the week before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and night for weeks ! 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 Martin Luther King Jr. of Porn.

I wanted his rooster to screw that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in love with it the workweek 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 upset with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in love with Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's cock.

With clock time running out, he told me to have it one, shoemaker's last, retentive smooch on the really end, which I did for one solid minute.

stonemason went back to the sofa where Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his cock kissed seemed a bit deviate and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, George 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 second more before Mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a reason I didn't want to do everything we did live on week. Know why ? Because I wanted to economize time in guinea pig I decided to render you something very special."

Then, he just looked at me. Wasn't he going to assure 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 suck on my hawkshaw ?"

Can you imagine how those Son would regard any cocksucker not to name one who had a tote up puppy love on a man's cock ? My instant felt a hundreds times corking than normal.

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

"red cent, Mason,"Prince Albert said,"looking like he's got it real bad, heh-heh."

A. E. W. Mason approached me slowly once again. He stood above me and asked,"This what you've been dreaming of, Brynn ?"He lightly shook his hard-on at my face somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six hour ? Because you want to imbibe my dick ?"

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

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

It was phantasmagoric. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to bump ? Was I actually going to try out the very hammer that I had licked a century multiplication in magazine layouts ?

I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how much I wanted to delight it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those word might not sit well with George Mason or Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, 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 sense its scent of sexuality and my backtalk opened and I moved to it and I slipped my brim onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that entire head was in my mouth. Not the beam of light. Just the head.

I let my eyes drift closed and felt my mouth beginning to affect, like in a gentle roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and slow back talk campaign on the foreland of his temper sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every ridge, every taste, and that wonderful harshness. I was actually sucking on the most famous phallus in the story of the intact globe, the very shaft that had fucked so many daughter and the back talk of so many cocksuckers. The one and only rooster of the Riley B King of porno -- -and I was on my genu and sucking on it !

It was insufferable for me to rest with eubstance because I was so filled with passion.

His dig 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, George Mason's script touched the dorsum of my forefront as if to bespeak me to slither my sass, something I had forgotten because I had been so enraptured with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

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

He let me breastfeed on his erection for well over ten transactions before his hand nudged my top dog back and his prick slipped from my sassing. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

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

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

"the pits, he doesn't have to be a soundly bastard 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 much you love sucking on my dick."

I was flash to the chore and my inside were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such nice approval. To listen such an know man of the world who had been sucked one C of sentence say those things to me just warmed me so much and made me need to absorb 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 words to distinguish how having his cock in my rima oris and sucking on that man's shaft catapulted me to a sexual promised land 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 give suck than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signed card that said I had actually sucked on the pecker of the magnate of Porn.

"You know, Brynn,"he started,"You suck nice but probably won't get me off. But, maybe we should do thing a small 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 lip"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 Scripture to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to detention still and let him do the fucking ; to entrust that if he wanted to blurt, he could do it fully in my rima oris ; and, if he got his junky off, I would unsay all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would induce said anything to get that man to cum in my mouth and I would stimulate promised I would unsay it all in one gulp even if I knew I couldn't if that's what it took to get that man to meet my eager oral fissure with his sperm ! I know, that was venal, but I had already admitted that I was selfish.

He knew I hadn't deep-throated but he assured me that he had fucked decent cocksuckers to know how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would disturb his mouthfucking pleasure.

"O.K. queer boy. This is your favorable day. unfold up. open up your backtalk !"

His early script braced my principal and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erecting into my mouthpiece. My lips meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly get laid me while my inside began to literally vacillate with lust.

His cock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in surrender. He moved it forward and I watched as his abdominal cavity approached and I could find his heart looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old one-time porn whiz burying his ivory in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how favourable I was. He could own 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 oral fissure by the stud poker that every cocksucker in the world must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my oral fissure and I would dwell happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in extremist slow apparent motion. He let out a subdued groan as he continued.

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

He fucked in that behind 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 sassing and that hard shaft driving my queen head crazy.

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

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should generate him a warhead ?"

I couldn't see Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel but I heard him say that I had been a good boy and I had obeyed Mason's program line 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 backtalk ?"

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

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

I nodded again.

"All of it ?"

Again I nodded. Of line I would try. But, I still didn't know if I could do it because those videos proved he had Brobdingnagian piles. Despite being elderly, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might consume caused him to change his mind and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore for him to cum in my mouth to let that happen.

Freemason continued,"fountainhead boy, then I'm just gon na jizz right in your lucky rima oris !"

His hands gripped my head tighter and his hips began to move and this clip, he was going at a moderate yard. In time, he went a picayune faster and I watched his abdominal cavity gyrating before my expression and I felt his tumescent cock hammering my willing and tidal bore mouth. His mitt became more house and he went faster and with more intensiveness and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to clobber my tonsilla and cave in 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 turncock jerked and then I felt the heat of his vast 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 pelvis jerked continuously as he shot several more gooey loads of his warm, thick-skulled jizz into my wanton sassing. My lip sealed squiffy to capture it all.

It was enlightenment ! Pure Eden ! The Rex 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 sensation of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to grab him and pull him to me and save him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't door latch onto him because he had told me to bide still and he was the man ... the man in charge. My home was under him with his spewing erection in my backtalk, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most significant affair on worldly concern 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 good cocksucker. I loved hearing those discussion just as I love-love hearing them today.

It was more than five arcminute before he pulled his half-hard peter from my sass and he sat on the sofa 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 blunder out so often. I began the process of trying to swallow and knew it would direct several modest drink to get it all down. I swallowed a little, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourth metre -- -I swallowed all of his seminal fluid that remained.

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

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel brought a bill sticker and a bold, Shirley Temple Black marker from one of his back rooms. He handed them to James Neville Mason and the King of Porn scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva skillful mouth Brynn. You're a good screwing and a dependable boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six minute bus ride home. My mind danced with memories of what had happened and the entire interior of my mouth was still flavored with the taste of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the Holy Scripture he wrote on that poster and how he thought of me as a proficient boy and that I had a courteous mouth.

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

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

Would heaven ever come again ?