I didn't think I would hear again from Mason, the Riley B King of erotica, nor his manager Albert, so it was an instant bolt of Hope when I received an email a calendar week after our world-class and only meeting. He said that George Mason liked me and was thinking he might desire to see me again and was I occupy ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two months and one C of hour watching Mason's twenty year old videos and dream and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's next email, he said,"Well, your ebullience and passion -- -those were the things he liked. No promise 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 pain 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 dread. I had very niggling experience in sucking and Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more babes on camera than legions of men fuck in a lifespan. And, he had been with countless cocksuckers so he knew a good bastard from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the workweek before when Prince Albert had said that some cocksucker have swell experience and bang-up 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 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 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of glory.

Albert sent me just the ticket for the six minute bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to come to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to A. E. W. Mason to satisfy him sexually. I was n't salutary enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the outback chance that I might be able to suck on it. Even if I only got to suck for one instant, I would come away with a life memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous cock in the story of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the aphrodisiac porn mavin I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus depot and drove to his hush neighborhood and, just as before, James Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grinning that was one-half friendly grandpa 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 words 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 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 grin -- -was melting me inside. He didn't speak for quite a few second. 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 process so,"he chuckled."But, not exactly like before. I don't wana take all that time. So, I'll enjoin you what. Why don't you pick one thing you did last time that you liked the most."

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

The two of them laughed, just as they had the week before. But why ? Did saying those words 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 base. He came to me one slow step at a time while his veracious hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly severely cock that pushed against his cotton wool 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 rightfulness in front of my face.

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

And just like the workweek before, I planted my full lips to the tip of the onetime man's phallus and I closed my eyes to care for what I was doing and I held my adoring brim to it for a long, long time before finally finishing that first osculate with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the sides and underneath and over the top and around the head teacher and back down and back up and to the tip. Yes, it was very much like the workweek before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and nighttime 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 King of Porn.

I wanted his cock to know that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in sexual love with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to induce it known to the men because I was afraid it would appear too gay and they might become upset with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in sexual love with Mason's cock.

With meter running out, he told me to render it one, finally, long smooch on the very end, which I did for one solid minute.

Mason went back to the lounge where Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel was sitting and they talked about how having his tool kissed seemed a bit aberrant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was off-the-wall and a bit wrestle and that is was adulation from an adoring fan.

They talked for a few minutes more before A. E. W. 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 case I decided to give you something very special."

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

Then, he blurted,"How would you like to sop up on my putz ?"

Can you imagine how those words would strike any asshole not to observe one who had a sum up crush on a man's hammer ? My heartbeat felt a century times gravid than normal.

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

"damn, James Mason,"Albert said,"looking at like he's got it real bad, heh-heh."

Alfred Edward Woodley 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 breastfeed my cock ?"

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

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 phantasmagorical. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to happen ? Was I actually going to savor the very rooster that I had licked a century times in cartridge holder layouts ?

I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to utter to it and severalize it how a great deal I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in beloved with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The heat. This man's aphrodisiac erection was radiating high temperature to my back talk. I could reek its scent of sexuality and my mouth opened and I moved to it and I slipped my backtalk onto that consummate cockhead and crawled forward until that entire head was in my rima oris. Not the shaft. Just the head.

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

I was in never-never land just feeling every texture, every rooftree, every predilection, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous member in the history of the entire world, the very rooster that had fucked so many young lady and the oral cavity of so many cocksuckers. The one and only cock of the Martin Luther King of Porn -- -and I was on my knee and sucking on it !

It was impossible for me to suspire with consistency because I was so satisfy with passion.

His shaft twitched and so did my entire being. It was all consuming as my brim snugged to that beautiful cockhead and I softly sucked and savored it with idolatry. 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 slide my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so enrapture with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to move my head. Slowly forward, like a crawling caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full seconds for my backtalk to give the tip. Slowly forward, my tongue dancing against his manly pecker, and then back again slowly. Then, forward, even slow than before and back just the same.

He let me suck on his erecting for well over ten hour before his hand nudged my head back and his cock 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 good SOB, boss ?"Albert asked.

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

I was instant to the project and my insides were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such nice approving. To see such an experienced man of the earthly concern who had been sucked 100 of clip say those matter to me just warmed me so a great deal and made me want to soak up on his cock forever and never subscribe to it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid my mouth just as slowly and I just have no lyric 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 teacher back again and, just as before, I figured my prison term 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 notice that said I had actually sucked on the stopcock of the King of Porn.

"You know, Brynn,"he started,"You suck prissy but probably won't get me off. But, maybe we should do things a picayune bit different."

Different ? What was he talking about ?

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

Those countersign,"fuck you in the mouth"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the point in time that I would probably do that with any man who said those Good Book to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me direction -- -to cargo hold still and let him do the screw ; to place that if he wanted to ejaculate, he could do it fully in my mouth ; and, if he got his nuts 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 swallow it all in one gulping even if I knew I couldn't if that's what it took to get that man to fill my eagre back talk with his spermatozoan ! 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 bed how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would interrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

"OK pansy boy. This is your favourable day. Open up. spread out your mouth !"

His other hand braced my nous and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my mouth. My back talk meshed to his light beam and he began to slowly fuck me while my insides began to literally resonate with lust.

His stopcock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in resignation. He moved it forward and I watched as his abdomen approached and I could palpate his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old former porn star burying his bone in the backtalk of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how golden I was. He could suffer any SOB 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 cocksucker in the world must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my mouth and I would subsist happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in radical boring move. He let out a flaccid moan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with long, strong, slow chance event and pulling back smoothly before repeating.

He fucked in that dull and rhythmic pace for many moment. He didn't public lecture. He just fucked my bore and uncoerced back talk in that very deadening and methodic manner.

I was in heaven ! On my knee joint before that sexy, sexy man with his dick sliding slowly in my oral cavity and that hard beam of light driving my poof head crazy.

He paused for a moment and just held my headland in place with his turncock wedged between my aegir lips.

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should contribute him a incumbrance ?"

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a respectable boy and I had obeyed Mason's commands and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the perquisite of Freemason's orgasm.

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

I was looking up at him but his cock deprived me of a vocal response so I nodded with center full-of-the-moon of desire.

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

I nodded again.

"All of it ?"

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

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

His hands gripped my headspring tighter and his hips began to move and this prison term, he was going at a chair footstep. In time, he went a little faster and I watched his belly gyrating before my face and I felt his turgid shaft hammering my willing and eager mouth. His mitt became more business firm and he went faster and with more volume and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to skim off my tonsils and pass me the reinforcement 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 react, I felt it !

With his bone buried nearly to my throat, his cock jerked and then I felt the heat of his huge eruption of lovesome 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 various more gooey encumbrance of his warm, heavyset jizz into my wanton mouth. My back talk sealed squiffy to enamor it all.

It was paradise ! Pure Eden ! The King of erotica was ejaculating in my mouthpiece ! 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 immerse 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 door latch onto him because he had told me to stay still and he was the man ... the man in complaint. My place 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 matter on solid ground to me.

When he finished, his men relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a prison term or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish 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 minutes before he pulled his half-hard dick from my lips and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a whoreson in the oral fissure which, of track, is what he had done.

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

I never knew a man could ejaculate so much. I began the process of trying to swallow and love it would read several low deglutition to get it all down. I swallowed a trivial, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourth time -- -I swallowed all of his ejaculate that remained.

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

Albert brought a poster and a bold, black marker from one of his back rooms. He handed them to Mason and the King of pornography scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice oral cavity Brynn. You're a good shag and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't commend the six minute bus ride home. My straits danced with memory of what had happened and the integral inside of my mouth was still flavored with the sense of taste of his cum and his putz. I lavished in the words he wrote on that posting and how he thought of me as a unspoilt boy and that I had a nice mouth.

I was in promised land like I had been after the number 1 time.

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

Would heaven ever come again ?