I didn't think I would hear again from Mason, the mogul of pornography, nor his manager Prince Albert, so it was an blink of an eye bolt of promise when I received an email a week after our kickoff and only group meeting. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might require to see me again and was I interest ?

Was he kidding ? Of course I was. I had spent two calendar month and C of hours watching A. E. W. Mason's xx year old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so very much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert's side by side email, he said,"wellspring, your enthusiasm and mania -- -those were the affair 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 mind asking him if he would let you maybe suck. No promise 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 apprehension. I had very little experience in suction and Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more babes on tv camera than legion of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with countless son of a bitch so he knew a good cocksucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Prince Albert had said that some cocksuckers have enceinte experience and great 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 twenty-four hour period of glory.

Prince Albert sent me ticket for the six hour bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to total to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to live up to him sexually. I was n't good enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the outside chance that I might be able-bodied to suck on it. Even if I only got to suck for one second, I would do away with a lifetime retention 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 sexy porn superstar I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus depot and take to his tranquilize neighborhood and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was one-half friendly gramps and the other half licentious pagan. And also like before, my knees were fallible 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 here and now, 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 foreland was slightly tilted and that grin -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, aphrodisiacal 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 opening. I could barely get my song 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 tell you what. Why don't you pick one thing you did last time that you liked the most."

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

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

"Heh-heh. So odd."Freemason 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 retard step at a fourth dimension while his right wing mitt was lightly brushing an ostensibly toilsome putz that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

After what seemed alike hours, he finally popped out a full erection right in front line of my face.

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

And just like the hebdomad before, I planted my good mouth to the tip of the older man's penis and I closed my eyes to cherish what I was doing and I held my adoring back talk to it for a farsighted, long time before finally finishing that first buss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the position 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 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 erection of the baron of Porn.

I wanted his cock to acknowledge that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in making love with it the 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 suit discomfit with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in erotic love with mason's cock.

With clip running out, he told me to have it one, last, long smack on the very end, which I did for one solid minute.

Mason went back to the couch where Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his prick 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, James 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 minute more before 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 fourth dimension in example I decided to apply 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 twisting of that dilated silence.

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

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

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

"Damn, Freemason,"Albert said,"feeling 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 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 dick ?"

His boldness grew even more shocking and he added,"No promises how farsighted I'll let you do it, but go ahead. give it a try, Brynn. suck my pecker !"

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

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

I began to bring my backtalk to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how much I wanted to delight it and for it to care me and that I was in love with it, but those password 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 heat to my lips. I could smell its scent of sexuality and my sassing 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. Just the head.

I let my eyes impulsion closed and felt my mouth beginning to move, like in a gruntle roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and slow down oral cavity crusade on the caput of his case-hardened sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every ridge, every gustatory perception, and that wonderful callousness. I was actually sucking on the most renowned phallus in the chronicle of the integral domain, the very cock that had fucked so many girl and the sassing of so many SOB. The one and only cock of the King of erotica -- -and I was on my stifle and sucking on it !

It was impossible for me to breathe 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 devotion. It was better than I ever dreamed it would be and beyond anything I had ever known.

Eventually, Mason's hand touched the backrest of my head as if to signal me to slide my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so ravish with just nursing on that beautiful sex"teat ”.

I began to incite my head. Slowly forward, like a crawling caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full indorsement for my rim to attain the tip. Slowly forward, my natural language 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 hard-on for well over ten minutes before his hand nudged my head back and his cock slipped from my sassing. 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 asshole, knob ?"Albert asked.

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

I was instant to the task and my inside were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such skillful blessing. To get wind such an feel man of the globe who had been sucked century of times say those things to me just warmed me so much and made me desire to suck on his cock forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slither my mouth just as slowly and I just have no words to describe how having his cock in my mouth and sucking on that man's jibe catapulted me to a intimate promised land I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my brain back again and, just as before, I figured my time was up. I was disappointed but also gleeful because it was more lactate than I had expected and I also knew he would have me a signed poster that said I had actually sucked on the pecker of the world-beater 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 oral fissure"have stuck with me ever since and they drive me crazy even today, to the point that I would probably do that with any man who said those Scripture to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me didactics -- -to storage area still and let him do the fucking ; to perpetrate that if he wanted to blunder, 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 eat up 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 lip with his sperm ! 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 sufficiency cocksuckers to know how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would interrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

"O.K. fagot boy. This is your lucky day. Open up. unfold your mouth !"

His other hand braced my brain and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erecting into my backtalk. My brim meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly roll in the hay me while my interior began to literally vibrate with lust.

His prick jerked and so did I and I whimpered in surrender. He moved it forward and I watched as his belly approached and I could finger his oculus looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 twelvemonth old previous porn star burying his osseous tissue in the back talk 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 scantling that every bastard in the Earth must let wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my lip and I would be happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in ultra slack movement. He let out a diffuse moan as he continued.

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

He fucked in that slow and rhythmical pace for many min. He didn't public lecture. He just fucked my eager and volition mouth in that very slow and methodic manner.

I was in promised land ! On my knees before that sexy, aphrodisiac man with his peter sliding slowly in my mouth and that firmly ray driving my queer head crazy.

He paused for a bit and just held my question in spot with his cock wedged between my eager lips.

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should fall in him a load ?"

I couldn't see Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel but I heard him say that I had been a skillful boy and I had obeyed 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 vocal music 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 of instruction I would try. But, I still didn't know if I could do it because those videos proved he had huge slews. Despite being one-time, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might have caused him to deepen his head and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore for him to cum in my oral fissure to let that happen.

A. E. W. Mason continued,"Well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz right field in your lucky mouth !"

His hired man gripped my caput tighter and his coxa began to move and this clip, he was going at a moderate pace. In time, he went a footling faster and I watched his venter gyrating before my face and I felt his large tool hammering my willing and aegir mouth. His hands became more house and he went faster and with more intensity and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to bat my tonsils and give me the reward that he only gave to mother fucker 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 throat, his turncock jerked and then I felt the heat of his huge blast of warm jism. It hit hard against my tonsilla and was followed by another and then another and then another. He grunted like an a****l and his articulatio coxae jerked continuously as he shot several More gooey load of his warm, thick jizz into my wanton mouth. My lips sealed miserly to becharm it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure nirvana ! The B. B. King of Porn was ejaculating in my mouth ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so often ... he was ejaculating in my sassing ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able to take in every individual ace of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to seize him and pull him to me and keep back 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 mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would delight him. And pleasing him was the most significant thing on dry land to me.

When he finished, his hands relaxed but his putz didn't, not at first. It twitched a time or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish John Brown pilus and he told me I was a right cocksucker. I loved hearing those password just as I love-love hearing them today.

It was more than five minutes before he pulled his half-hard cock from my lips and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the sass which, of track, is what he had done.

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

I never knew a man could blurt out so much. I began the operation of trying to swallow and knew it would rent respective smaller swallow 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 seed that remained.

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

Albert brought a post-horse and a boldface, contraband mark from one of his back suite. He handed them to James Neville Mason and the Martin Luther King Jr. of erotica scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva overnice mouth Brynn. You're a good screw and a commodity boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six hour bus ride home. My head danced with computer memory of what had happened and the integral interior of my mouth was still flavored with the gustatory modality of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the words he wrote on that post horse and how he thought of me as a dependable boy and that I had a nice mouth.

I was in heaven like I had been after the first time.

Even so, there was one query that I couldn't answer but one I really needed to jazz :

Would heaven ever come again ?