I didn't think I would hear again from James Mason, the world-beater of erotica, nor his manager Prince Albert, so it was an instant bolt of hope when I received an email a week after our first-class honours degree and only get together. He said that George Mason liked me and was thinking he might desire to see me again and was I interested ?

Was he kidding ? Of course of study I was. I had spent two months and hundred of hours watching Mason's xx yr old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so practically about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's next email, he said,"fountainhead, your ebullience and passion -- -those were the things he liked. No promises but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this meter. I know you're shy so I wouldn't nous 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 luck although I found myself once again wrestling with savvy. I had very little experience in sucking and Mason was a secular man who had fucked more babes on tv camera than horde of men fuck in a life-time. And, he had been with countless cocksuckers so he knew a good shit from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the calendar week before when Albert had said that some cocksuckers have heavy experience and great proficiency but they lack rage and the passion I had shown James Neville 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 find like a return to those days of glory.

Prince Albert sent me ticket for the six hour bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to amount to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to A. E. W. Mason to satisfy him sexually. I was n't good enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote chance that I might be able to suckle on it. Even if I only got to suck up for one arcsecond, I would come away with a life retentivity that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous cock in the chronicle of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest porn star I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus entrepot and drove to his quiet neighborhood and, just as before, James Neville Mason was waiting and greeted me with a smile that was one-half friendly grandfather and the other one-half licentious pleasure seeker. And also like before, my stifle were imperfect 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 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 last week."

James Neville Mason had been staring at me. His capitulum was slightly tilted and that smiling -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, sexy grinning -- -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 cervix. I could barely get my vocal chords to work but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

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

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

The two of them laughed, just as they had the week before. But why ? Did saying those Scripture make me appear 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 deadening step at a time while his veracious hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard turncock 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 replete erection rightfield in strawman of my face.

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

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

I kissed down the position and underneath and over the top and around the mind and back down and gage up and to the tip. Yes, it was very much like the week before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and dark for week ! I would still desire 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 know that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in lovemaking with it the workweek before while kissing it. I was afraid to make it known to the men because I was afraid it would appear too gay and they might suit upset with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in beloved with Mason's cock.

With prison term running out, he told me to leave it one, live, long smooch on the rattling end, which I did for one solid 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 yr old man. Despite their laughing, George 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 proceedings more before George Mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a cause I didn't want to do everything we did end week. Know why ? Because I wanted to save prison term in case I decided to give you something very special."

Then, he just looked at me. Wasn't he going to distinguish me what it was ? He grinned but still didn't speak. He seemed to bed the teasing and torture of that dilated silence.

Then, he blurted,"How would you like to blow on my dick ?"

Can you imagine how those quarrel would affect any mother fucker not to observe one who had a full crush on a man's turncock ? My beat felt a hundred times with child than normal.

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

"Damn, Mason,"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel said,"looks like he's got it really 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 fount somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six time of day ? Because you want to suck my dick ?"

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

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

It was phantasmagorical. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to occur ? Was I actually going to try the very cock that I had licked a hundred times in cartridge layouts ?

I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to verbalize to it and tell it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in dearest with it, but those Scripture might not sit well with Freemason or Prince Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heat. This man's sexy erection was radiating heat to my brim. I could smell its aroma 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 intact mind was in my rima oris. Not the shaft. Just the head.

I let my middle drift closed and felt my mouth beginning to move, like in a gentle roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and slow backtalk movements on the caput of his set sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every ridge, every taste, and that rattling hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous penis in the history of the total world, the very tool that had fucked so many fille and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only hammer of the King of Porn -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

It was impossible for me to breathe with body because I was so filled with passion.

His tool 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, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's hand touched the back of my head as if to signal me to slip my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so enchant with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to impress my psyche. Slowly forward, like a creep caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 good secondment for my lips to reach the tip. Slowly forward, my lingua dancing against his manly dick, 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 instant before his hand nudged my head 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 sound whoreson, boss ?"Albert asked.

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

I was heartbeat to the job and my insides were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such nice approval. To hear such an get man of the earth who had been sucked hundreds of sentence say those things to me just warmed me so lots and made me need to suckle on his turncock forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and skid my lip just as slowly and I just have no words to describe how having his hammer in my back talk 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 metre was up. I was disappointed but also joyful because it was more sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signed placard that said I had actually sucked on the peter 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 affair a little bit different."

Different ? What was he talking about ?

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

Those quarrel,"fuck you in the mouth"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me disturbed even today, to the degree that I would probably do that with any man who said those Christian Bible to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to hold still and let him do the piece of tail ; to commit that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my mouth ; and, if he got his fruitcake off, I would swallow all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would have said anything to get that man to cum in my mouth and I would have 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 eagre mouth with his spermatozoan ! 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 decent cocksuckers to make love how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would break up his mouthfucking pleasure.

"Okay poove boy. This is your lucky day. Open up. Open your oral cavity !"

His former hand braced my nous and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my backtalk. My sassing meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly fuck me while my inside began to literally vibrate with lust.

His peter jerked and so did I and I whimpered in resignation. He moved it forward and I watched as his venter approached and I could feel his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old former pornography star burying his os in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how prosperous 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 worldly concern must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my mouth and I would live on happily ever after.

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

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

He fucked in that ho-hum and rhythmical pace for many mo. He didn't talk. He just fucked my aegir and willing mouth in that very slow and methodic manner.

I was in heaven ! On my knees before that sexy, sexy man with his putz sliding slowly in my mouth and that gruelling shaft driving my poof forefront crazy.

He paused for a moment and just held my brain in position with his cock wedged between my eagre lips.

"Whatya think, 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 stonemason's commands and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the prerogative of A. E. W. Mason's orgasm.

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

I was looking up at him but his shaft deprived me of a vocal music response so I nodded with eyes replete of desire.

"If I do it, are you gon na accept 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 immense 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 aegir for him to cum in my back talk to let that happen.

George Mason continued,"fountainhead boy, then I'm just gon na jizz ripe in your lucky mouth !"

His hired hand gripped my head tighter and his hip joint began to displace and this meter, he was going at a hold in pace. In prison term, he went a little faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my fount and I felt his declamatory tool hammering my willing and aegir mouth. His hired man became more firm and he went faster and with Sir Thomas More intensity and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my palatine tonsil and throw me the payoff that he only gave to asshole 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 off-white buried nearly to my pharynx, his dick jerked and then I felt the heat of his Brobdingnagian gust 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 rose hip jerked continuously as he shot respective Thomas More gooey loads of his warm, duncical jizz into my wanton mouthpiece. My lips sealed besotted to fascinate it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure enlightenment ! The King of Porn was ejaculating in my sassing ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so very much ... he was ejaculating in my mouth ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able to absorb every single superstar 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 bide still and he was the man ... the man in charge. My place 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 of import thing on worldly concern to me.

When he finished, his hands relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a metre or two and also jerked. His finger's breadth ran through my longish brown hair and he told me I was a in effect 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 dick from my backtalk and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a son of a bitch in the mouth which, of class, is what he had done.

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

I never knew a man could blunder out so much. I began the outgrowth of trying to eat up and make love it would accept several belittled swallows to get it all down. I swallowed a piffling, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourth time -- -I swallowed all of his ejaculate that remained.

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

Albert brought a poster and a bold, total darkness marker from one of his rear suite. He handed them to George Mason and the King of Porn scribbled on the placard and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva Nice mouth Brynn. You're a sound fuck and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't think back the six hour bus drive home. My head danced with memory of what had happened and the entire inside of my oral cavity was still flavored with the gustation of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the Bible he wrote on that poster 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 get-go time.

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

Would heaven ever come up again ?