I didn't think I would try again from stonemason, the King of Porn, nor his manager Albert, so it was an heartbeat bolt of hope when I received an email a week after our commencement and only meeting. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might want to see me again and was I interested ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two month and century of minute watching George Mason's XX year old video recording and dream and fantasizing, not so a lot about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's next e-mail, he said,"Well, your enthusiasm and heat -- -those were the things he liked. No promises but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this time. I know you're shy so I wouldn't judgment asking him if he would let you maybe suck. No promises but it do n't hurt to ask."

It was more than I could hold ever hoped and I jumped at the chance although I found myself once again wrestling with collar. I had very minuscule experience in sucking and Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more babes on television camera than host of men fuck in a life-time. And, he had been with countless bastard so he knew a sound cocksucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel had said that some bastard have not bad experience and capital technique but they lack love and the Passion of Christ I had shown A. E. W. Mason 's prick 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 experience like a return to those day of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hour bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to fare to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Alfred Edward Woodley Mason to meet him sexually. I was n't secure enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote opportunity that I might be able to suck on it. Even if I only got to absorb for one arcsecond, I would come away with a lifetime memory that I had actually sucked on the erecting of the most famous cock in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the aphrodisiacal porn hotshot I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus storage and labour to his quiet neck of the woods and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin 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 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 suffer you again. But I been thinking that since you like him, maybe you would ... you know ... let him do what he did hold up week."

Mason had been staring at me. His head was slightly tilted and that smile -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, sexy grin -- -was melting me inside. He didn't speak for quite a few bit. 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 music chords to act upon but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

"Thought so,"he chuckled."But, not exactly like before. I don't wana take all that meter. So, I'll tell you what. Why don't you pick one affair you did close prison term that you liked the most."

Well, there was absolutely no dubiousness about what I liked most and I heard myself stammer,"K ... candy 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."James 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 whole tone at a sentence while his properly hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly heavy hammer 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 full erection right in front of my face.

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

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

I kissed down the incline and underneath and over the top and around the head and back down and indorse up and to the tip. Yes, it was very lots like the workweek before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and night for workweek ! 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 B. B. King of Porn.

I wanted his peter to cognise that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in passion with it the calendar 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 become upset with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in honey with Mason's cock.

With time running out, he told me to grant it one, utmost, long smooch on the very end, which I did for one solid state minute.

James Mason went back to the sofa where Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel 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 phallus of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, Freemason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was freaky and a bit wriggle 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 intellect 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 give 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 love the teasing and anguish of that dilated silence.

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

Can you imagine how those Word of God would move any cocksucker not to mention one who had a full crush on a man's cock ? My blink of an eye felt a hundreds times smashing than normal.

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

"tinker's damn, Mason,"Albert said,"face like he's got it substantial 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 suck my shaft ?"

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

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 surreal. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to happen ? Was I actually going to taste the very dick that I had licked a c times in magazine layouts ?

I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to let the cat out of the bag to it and tell it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in lovemaking with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The warmth. This man's aphrodisiacal 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 entire head was in my oral cavity. Not the slam. Just the head.

I let my eyes trend closed and felt my rima oris beginning to move, like in a gentle curlicue. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very balmy and slow mouth bm on the headway of his tempered sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every rooftree, every gustation, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous phallus in the history of the full world, the very cock that had fucked so many little girl and the mouths of so many asshole. The one and only cock of the queen of Porn -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

It was impossible for me to catch one's breath with consistency because I was so take with passion.

His shaft twitched and so did my full 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 helping hand touched the dorsum of my head as if to signal me to slither my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so enraptured with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to move my point. Slowly forward, like a crawling caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full moment for my sass to reach the tip. Slowly forward, my tongue dancing against his manly shaft, 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 moment before his bridge player nudged my head back and his cock slipped from my rim. 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 diffused mouth."

"He a safe cocksucker, party boss ?"Albert asked.

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

I was instant to the task and my insides were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such nice favourable reception. To hear such an experienced man of the world who had been sucked 100 of times say those things to me just warmed me so a lot and made me want to suck on his cock forever and never claim it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid my oral fissure just as slowly and I just have no Christian Bible to describe how having his stopcock in my mouth and sucking on that man's shot catapulted me to a intimate heaven I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my nous back again and, just as before, I figured my clock time was up. I was disappointed but also gleeful because it was more sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would return me a signed bill poster that said I had actually sucked on the stopcock of the queen of Porn.

"You know, Brynn,"he started,"You suck squeamish but probably won't get me off. But, maybe we should do matter a trivial 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 back talk"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me looney even today, to the distributor point that I would probably do that with any man who said those words to me.

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

I would sustain said anything to get that man to cum in my oral fissure and I would have got promised I would get down 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 aegir backtalk with his sperm cell ! 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 whoreson to know how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would break up his mouthfucking pleasure.

"Okay pouf boy. This is your lucky day. unfold up. Open your mouth !"

His other hand braced my head 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 bonk me while my inside began to literally vibrate with lust.

His dick 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 yr old former porn principal burying his off-white in the sass of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He could consume any motherfucker 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 rivet that every cocksucker in the world must take in wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my oral cavity and I would subsist happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in radical slow apparent motion. He let out a delicate moan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with long, strong, dull CVA and pulling back smoothly before repeating.

He fucked in that slow and rhythmic footstep for many hour. He didn't talk. He just fucked my eager and willing mouth in that very dull and methodic manner.

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

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

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should collapse him a loading ?"

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a good boy and I had obeyed A. E. W. Mason's commands 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 mouth ?"

I was looking up at him but his cock deprived me of a song response so I nodded with eyes full 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 videos proved he had huge lading. Despite being aged, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might have caused him to transfer his mind 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 right in your favourable oral fissure !"

His hands gripped my caput tighter and his hips began to impress and this time, he was going at a moderate footstep. In fourth dimension, he went a little faster and I watched his stomach gyrating before my face and I felt his large peter hammering my uncoerced and eager mouth. His workforce became more business firm and he went faster and with more volume and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my tonsilla and founder me the advantage that he only gave to whoreson 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 osseous tissue buried nearly to my pharynx, his cock jerked and then I felt the heat of his huge bang of ardent 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 to a greater extent gooey lading of his warm, thick jizz into my wanton mouth. My lips sealed tight to bewitch it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure paradise ! The King of smut was ejaculating in my mouthpiece ! 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-bodied to absorb every exclusive sensation of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to grab him and deplumate him to me and celebrate 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 place was under him with his spewing erection in my sass, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most crucial thing on earth to me.

When he finished, his hired hand relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a time or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish brownish hair and he told me I was a full cocksucker. I loved hearing those Son 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 cocksucker in the sassing 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 blurt so often. I began the process of trying to swallow and knew it would take several minor swallows to get it all down. I swallowed a petty, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the fourth meter -- -I swallowed all of his seed that remained.

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

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel brought a poster and a bold, black marker from one of his cover rooms. He handed them to James Mason and the Martin Luther King Jr. of smut scribbled on the bill and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice mouth Brynn. You're a upright ass and a right boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six hour bus ride home. My forefront danced with store of what had happened and the entire inside of my sass was still flavored with the predilection of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the words he wrote on that poster and how he thought of me as a good boy and that I had a decent 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 know :

Would heaven ever make out again ?