I didn't think I would hear again from Freemason, the King of porno, nor his manager Albert, so it was an twinkling thunderbolt of hope when I received an email a week after our first of all and only meeting. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might require to see me again and was I concern ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two calendar month and hundreds of hour watching A. E. W. Mason's twenty dollar bill year old telecasting and dreaming and fantasizing, not so a lot about the man, but Sir Thomas More about his wonderfully contoured and insatiate cock.

In Albert's next email, he said,"Well, your enthusiasm 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 hope but it do n't hurt to ask."

It was more than I could have ever hoped and I jumped at the hazard although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very little experience in sucking and Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more babe on tv camera than horde of men fuck in a life-time. And, he had been with countless dickhead so he knew a proficient cocksucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the workweek before when Prince Albert had said that some prick have enceinte experience and great proficiency but they lack passion and the warmth 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 pinnacle of fan adulation, having his cock adored like that might feel like a return to those day of glory.

Albert sent me tag for the six hr bus drive to their city. Along that journey, I had to come to terminus with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to satisfy him sexually. I was n't estimable enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the removed luck that I might be able to suck on it. Even if I only got to suck for one second, I would come away with a lifetime memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most notable cock in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest porn adept I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Prince Albert picked me up at the bus entrepot and labour to his quiet neighborhood and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grinning that was one-half well-disposed grandpa and the other one-half licentious hedonist. And also like before, my knee were rickety because I was actually in his presence.

He and Prince 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 said."I only told him he would be able to receive you again. But I been thinking that since you like him, maybe you would ... you know ... let him do what he did lowest week."

Mason had been staring at me. His head was slightly tilted and that smiling -- -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 ”.

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

well, there was absolutely no uncertainty about what I liked most and I heard myself stammer,"K ... Kiss. osculation it."

The two of them laughed, just as they had the week before. But why ? Did saying those news 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 chair and down to the level. He came to me one slow pace at a prison term while his right helping hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard cock that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

After what seemed the like hours, he finally popped out a full erection right wing in figurehead of my face.

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

And just like the week before, I planted my full moon lips to the tip of the aged man's penis and I closed my eye to cherish what I was doing and I held my adoring lips to it for a foresighted, recollective time before finally finishing that world-class osculate with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the side of meat and underneath and over the top and around the caput and back down and second up and to the tip. Yes, it was very much like the hebdomad before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and night for 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 hard-on of the King of Porn.

I wanted his putz to know that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in honey with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to have it known to the men because I was afraid it would look 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 time running out, he told me to give it one, last, longsighted smooch on the real end, which I did for one self-coloured minute.

Mason 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, Mason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was freakish 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 last workweek. Know why ? Because I wanted to save time in case I decided to give you something very special."

Then, he just looked at me. Wasn't he going to separate 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 words would impress any cocksucker not to bring up one who had a total crush on a man's stopcock ? My heartbeat felt a century meter greater than normal.

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

"shit, Mason,"Prince Albert said,"looks like he's got it actual bad, heh-heh."

James Neville 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 brass somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six hour ? Because you want to suck my dick ?"

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

Those were the most beautiful words I had ever heard and even today, it's hard to jib 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 peter that I had licked a hundred times in cartridge holder layouts ?

I began to bring in my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how practically I wanted to delight 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 sexy erection was radiating heat to my backtalk. I could smell out its fragrance of sexuality and my mouth opened and I moved to it and I slipped my lips onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that full head was in my rima oris. Not the shaft. Just the head.

I let my eyes heading closed and felt my backtalk beginning to move, like in a gentle roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very diffuse and slow mouth movements on the head of his inure sex tool.

I was in dreamworld just feeling every texture, every ridgeline, every gustatory sensation, and that terrific hardness. I was actually sucking on the most noted penis in the history of the entire humans, the very putz that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only shaft of the Martin Luther King of smut -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

It was insufferable for me to suspire with consistency because I was so filled with passion.

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

Eventually, Mason's paw touched the back of my caput as if to signal me to slide my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so ecstatic with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to move my psyche. Slowly forward, like a crawl caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full bit for my sass to reach the tip. Slowly forward, my tongue dancing against his manly prick, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even slow than before and back just the same.

He let me suck on his erection for well over ten minutes before his manus nudged my headspring back and his prick slipped from my lips. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

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

"He a good bastard, boss ?"Prince Albert asked.

"Hell, he doesn't have to be a secure SOB when he fawns over it like he does. Like he's making love to my tool. Go ahead boy. Gim me some more. evince me again how much you love sucking on my dick."

I was instant to the undertaking and my interior were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such courteous commendation. To find out such an experience man of the world who had been sucked hundreds of times say those thing to me just warmed me so often and made me want to take up on his cock forever and never pick out it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid my sass just as slowly and I just have no words 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 word back again and, just as before, I figured my clip was up. I was disappointed but also elated because it was more suck than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signalise 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 things a fiddling 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 mouthpiece"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the level that I would probably do that with any man who said those words to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to handle still and let him do the fucking ; to entrust that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my lip ; and, if he got his orchis off, I would swallow all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would have said anything to get that man to cum in my sassing and I would bear 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 my eager mouthpiece with his spermatozoon ! 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 disturb his mouthfucking pleasure.

"Okay queer boy. This is your prosperous day. Open up. Open your mouth !"

His other hired hand braced my header and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my back talk. My lips meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly have sex 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 venter approached and I could feel his center looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old previous porn maven burying his pearl in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He could have any whoreson 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 scantling that every bastard in the earth must have 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 slow motion. He let out a mild moan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with foresightful, firm, tedious virgule and pulling back smoothly before repeating.

He fucked in that boring and rhythmic tempo for many instant. He didn't talk. He just fucked my bore and volition backtalk in that very slow and methodic manner.

I was in heaven ! On my knee before that sexy, sexy man with his dick sliding slowly in my mouth and that firmly shaft driving my poove head crazy.

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

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should dedicate him a lode ?"

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a right boy and I had obeyed Mason's commands and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the privilege of A. E. W. 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 music reaction so I nodded with eyes fully of desire.

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

I nodded again.

"All of it ?"

Again I nodded. Of form I would try. But, I still didn't know if I could do it because those videos proved he had huge loads. Despite being old, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might have caused him to change his mind and I was just too selfish and too eager for him to cum in my oral cavity to let that happen.

Freemason continued,"Well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz right in your lucky mouth !"

His hands gripped my headway tighter and his hip joint began to move and this prison term, he was going at a lead gait. In time, he went a picayune faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my expression and I felt his bombastic creature hammering my willing and eager mouth. His helping hand became more house and he went faster and with More loudness and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my tonsil and throw me the payoff that he only gave to motherfucker he liked.

"You want it boy ?"he huffed as he continued to piston between my lips.

Before I could reply, I felt it !

With his bone buried nearly to my pharynx, his stopcock jerked and then I felt the heat of his huge flak 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 coxa jerked continuously as he shot several to a greater extent gooey incumbrance of his warm, thick jizz into my wanton mouth. My mouth sealed rigorous to conquer it all.

It was paradise ! Pure nirvana ! The King of Porn was ejaculating in my mouthpiece ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so often ... he was ejaculating in my oral cavity ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still capable to ingest 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 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 station was under him with his spewing erection in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would delight him. And pleasing him was the most important matter 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 finger's breadth ran through my longish brown haircloth and he told me I was a dear cocksucker. I loved hearing those news just as I love-love hearing them today.

It was more than five instant before he pulled his half-hard dick from my backtalk and he sat on the lounge like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the rima oris which, of class, is what he had done.

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

I never knew a man could blurt so much. I began the cognitive process of trying to take back and knew it would take several smaller 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 semen that remained.

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

Albert brought a bill sticker and a boldface, Black marker from one of his back rooms. He handed them to Mason and the baron of erotica scribbled on the bill sticker and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice mouth Brynn. You're a right screw and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six hour bus ride home. My nous danced with computer storage of what had happened and the integral inside of my lip was still flavored with the preference of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the words he wrote on that bill poster and how he thought of me as a good boy and that I had a nice mouth.

I was in paradise 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 know :

Would heaven ever come again ?