I didn't think I would hear again from George Mason, the queen of Porn, nor his handler Prince Albert, so it was an instantaneous bolt of hope when I received an email a workweek after our maiden and only meeting. He said that stonemason 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 months and 100 of hours watching A. E. W. Mason's 20 class old picture and dream and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's side by side email, he said,"well, your enthusiasm and cacoethes -- -those were the thing he liked. No promise but. .. maybe there might be more in it for you this clip. I know you're shy so I wouldn't mind asking him if he would let you maybe suck. No promise but it do n't hurt to ask."

It was more than I could have ever hoped and I jumped at the probability although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very little experience in sucking and A. E. W. Mason was a temporal man who had fucked more babe on television camera than horde of men fuck in a lifetime. 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 hebdomad before when Albert had said that some prick have great experience and swell technique 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 dick adored like that might feel like a return to those days of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hr bus ride to their urban center. Along that journey, I had to come to full term with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to meet him sexually. I was n't good enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote hazard that I might be able to suck on it. Even if I only got to suck for one second gear, I would derive away with a life store that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous cock in the history of erotica ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest porno star I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus terminal and drove to his hushed neighborhood and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was one-half favorable grandad and the former one-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 Scripture and very few from me because I was naturally shy and at that consequence, very nervous.

"I didn't promise him anything, Mason."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 terminal 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 moment. It was as if he was studying me.

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

My head word yanked into a nod so fast that I felt a pop in my neck opening. 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 time. So, I'll separate you what. Why don't you pick one thing you did last time that you liked the most."

fountainhead, there was absolutely no incertitude about what I liked most and I heard myself stammer,"K ... Kiss. Kiss it."

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

"Heh-heh. So odd."George Mason chided."But, I like it. Sorta hot actually."

He stood and motioned me off of the electric chair and down to the floor. He came to me one slow step at a clip while his right paw was lightly brushing an ostensibly intemperately prick that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

After what seemed like hours, he finally popped out a full hard-on right hand in front of my face.

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

And just like the week before, I planted my full lips to the tip of the sometime 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 long, long clip before finally finishing that first kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the face and underneath and over the top and around the head and back down and bet on up and to the tip. Yes, it was very practically like the hebdomad 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 bonk that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in sexual love with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to name it known to the men because I was afraid it would seem too gay and they might turn upset with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in beloved with Mason's cock.

With time running out, he told me to give it one, last, long smack on the selfsame end, which I did for one solid minute.

Mason went back to the sofa where Prince Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his dick kissed seemed a bit deviant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the member of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, 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 instant more before George Mason leaned forward and said,"You know Brynn, there's a reason I didn't want to do everything we did go 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 tantalization and torture of that dilated silence.

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

Can you imagine how those words would affect any cocksucker not to mention one who had a total crush on a man's cock ? My heartbeat felt a hundreds times greater than normal.

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

"red cent, A. E. W. Mason,"Albert said,"looks like he's got it real 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 erecting 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 prick ?"

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

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

It was surreal. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to bechance ? Was I actually going to taste the very cock that I had licked a hundred prison term in magazine layouts ?

I began to bring my mouthpiece to it. I wanted to talk to it and narrate it how very much I wanted to delight it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those speech might not sit well with Mason or Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The hotness. This man's aphrodisiacal hard-on was radiating heat to my lips. I could smell its scent 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 top dog was in my mouth. Not the shaft of light. Just the head.

I let my eyes heading closed and felt my lip beginning to locomote, like in a aristocratical roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and tiresome sass cause on the head of his hardened sex tool.

I was in dreamworld just feeling every texture, every rooftree, every sense of taste, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous penis in the account of the total world, the very dick that had fucked so many young woman and the mouths of so many whoreson. The one and only cock of the Riley B King of Porn -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

It was insufferable for me to emit with consistency because I was so fulfil with passion.

His ray of light 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, Mason's hand touched the rachis of my caput as if to signalize 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 head. Slowly forward, like a crawling Caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 good seconds for my lip 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 take up on his erection for well over ten moment before his handwriting nudged my oral sex back and his peter 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 balmy mouth."

"He a trade good mother fucker, political boss ?"Albert asked.

"Hell, he doesn't have to be a undecomposed whoreson when he fawns over it like he does. Like he's making love to my peter. Go ahead boy. Gim me some more. Show 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 dainty approval. To see such an experienced man of the world who had been sucked hundreds of multiplication say those thing to me just warmed me so often and made me want to suck on his peter forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slue my mouth just as slowly and I just have no word of honor to account how having his dick in my mouth and sucking on that man's shaft catapulted me to a sexual Shangri-la I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my headspring back again and, just as before, I figured my sentence was up. I was disappointed but also gleeful because it was more sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would contribute me a signed poster that said I had actually sucked on the pecker of the tycoon of Porn.

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

Different ? What was he talking about ?

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

Those Word of God,"fuck you in the mouth"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me sick even today, to the point that I would probably do that with any man who said those words to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -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 lip ; and, if he got his bollock off, I would swallow all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would get said anything to get that man to cum in my mouth and I would have promised I would withdraw 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 mouth with his sperm ! I know, that was bribable, 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 love how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would disrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

"Okay queer boy. This is your lucky day. Open up. Open your lip !"

His other hand braced my head and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my mouth. My sass meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly bed me while my insides began to literally thrill with lust.

His cock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in capitulation. He moved it forward and I watched as his abdomen approached and I could find his eyes looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 class old quondam pornography headliner burying his bone in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He could have 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 macho-man that every cocksucker in the man must deliver wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my mouth and I would live happily ever after.

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

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

He fucked in that slow 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 Eden ! On my knee joint before that sexy, aphrodisiac man with his putz sliding slowly in my mouth and that severe shaft driving my faggot head crazy.

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

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

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a trade good boy and I had obeyed Mason's commands and I obviously wanted to get mouthfucked so maybe I had earned the privilege 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 eyes to the full of desire.

"If I do it, are you gon na bury 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 loads. Despite being older, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might have caused him to change his psyche and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore for him to cum in my mouthpiece to let that happen.

Mason continued,"well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz right in your lucky oral fissure !"

His hands gripped my headway tighter and his hips began to move and this time, he was going at a temper tempo. In time, he went a minuscule faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my grimace and I felt his tumid tool hammering my willing and eager sass. His custody became more firm and he went faster and with Thomas More vividness and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my tonsil and present 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 answer, I felt it !

With his ivory buried nearly to my throat, his pecker jerked and then I felt the rut of his huge blast 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 hips jerked continuously as he shot several more gooey loads of his warm, thick jizz into my wanton rima oris. My sassing sealed besotted to capture it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure enlightenment ! The King of pornography 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 genius 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 persist still and he was the man ... the man in tutelage. My place was under him with his spewing hard-on in my mouthpiece, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most important thing on earth to me.

When he finished, his manus 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 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 bit before he pulled his half-hard gumshoe from my brim and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a SOB in the sassing which, of course, is what he had done.

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

I never knew a man could ejaculate so much. I began the mental process of trying to accept and knew it would take respective smaller swallows to get it all down. I swallowed a short, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the one-quarter meter -- -I swallowed all of his semen that remained.

At his dictation, I opened my back talk to prove to him that I had done it and I felt so proud.

Albert brought a poster and a bold face, black marker from one of his book binding rooms. He handed them to James Neville Mason and the King of Porn scribbled on the placard and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice lip Brynn. You're a estimable fuck and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six minute bus ride home. My head teacher danced with storage of what had happened and the entire inside of my mouth was still flavored with the taste of his cum and his tool. I lavished in the words he wrote on that bill poster and how he thought of me as a in effect boy and that I had a nice mouth.

I was in paradise like I had been after the first of all time.

Even so, there was one dubiousness that I couldn't solvent but one I really needed to bang :

Would heaven ever come again ?