I didn't think I would hear again from Mason, the King of Porn, nor his manager Prince Albert, so it was an instant bolt of promise when I received an email a week after our showtime and only meeting. He said that Mason liked me and was thinking he might require to see me again and was I interested ?

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

In Albert's next electronic mail, he said,"Well, your enthusiasm and passion -- -those were the matter 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 head 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 have ever hoped and I jumped at the chance although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very short experience in suck and Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more babes on camera than legions of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with countless cocksuckers so he knew a right mother fucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert had said that some cocksuckers have great experience and great technique but they lack Passion and the passion I had shown Mason 's peter was what interested him. I had kissed and kissed and kissed his member, 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 coming back to those daytime of glory.

Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel sent me ticket for the six hr bus drive to their city. Along that journey, I had to arrive to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to satisfy him sexually. I was n't commodity enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote chance that I might be able to soak up on it. Even if I only got to suckle for one second, I would come away with a lifetime retentivity that I had actually sucked on the hard-on of the most famed tool in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the aphrodisiac porno star I had ever seen.

I didn't like having to admit 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 entrepot and ride to his quiet neighborhood and, just as before, Freemason was waiting and greeted me with a smiling that was half friendly grandpa and the other half licentious pleasure seeker. And also like before, my human knee were watery because I was actually in his presence.

He and Prince Albert led a conversation that was populated mostly by their word and very few from me because I was naturally shy and at that mo, 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 survive week."

George Mason had been staring at me. His header was slightly tilted and that grin -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, sexy grinning -- -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. I could barely get my vocal music chords to exploit but I somehow breathed,"Yesssss ”.

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

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

The two of them laughed, just as they had the calendar week before. But why ? Did saying those Bible make me look 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 story. He came to me one sluggish step at a time while his correctly hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly firmly rooster that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

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

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

And just like the week before, I planted my total lips to the tip of the older man's member and I closed my eyes to treasure what I was doing and I held my adoring sass to it for a long, tenacious prison term before finally finishing that first buss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the sides 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 much like the week before but I would never, ever become bored even if he let me do it all day and Night for weeks ! I would still need 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 tool to know that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in love with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to take 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 love with James Mason's cock.

With time running out, he told me to collapse it one, survive, tenacious smooch on the very 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 cock kissed seemed a bit aberrant 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 distort 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 reason I didn't want to do everything we did finis 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 do it the teasing and torment of that dilated silence.

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

Can you imagine how those words would pretend any cocksucker not to cite one who had a aggregate compaction on a man's cock ? My pulsation felt a hundreds multiplication greater than normal.

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

"red cent, George Mason,"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel said,"looks like he's got it very 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 hard-on 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 absorb my prick ?"

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

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

It was surrealistic. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to happen ? Was I actually going to sample the very rooster that I had licked a c clock time in magazine layouts ?

I began to make for my mouth to it. I wanted to spill to it and recount it how very much I wanted to delight it and for it to care me and that I was in sexual love with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Prince Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The estrus. This man's sexy erecting was radiating heating plant to my lips. I could smack its smell of sexuality and my sass opened and I moved to it and I slipped my mouth onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that total caput was in my back talk. Not the shaft. Just the head.

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

I was in dreamland just feeling every grain, every ridge, every taste, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most noted member in the history of the stallion world, the very stopcock that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only peter of the King of erotica -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

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

His prick 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 book binding of my head as if to signal me to skid my mouthpiece, something I had forgotten because I had been so rapturous with just nursing on that beautiful sex"nipple ”.

I began to go my straits. Slowly forward, like a crawling cat. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full secondment for my lips 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 draw on his erection for well over ten minutes before his hand nudged my head back and his cock slipped from my lips. 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 cocksucker, political boss ?"Albert asked.

"Scheol, he doesn't have to be a safe cocksucker 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 instantaneous to the undertaking and my interior were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such courteous approval. To hear such an see man of the reality who had been sucked hundreds of times say those thing to me just warmed me so very much and made me require to take in on his pecker forever and never demand it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid my rima oris just as slowly and I just have no dustup to key out how having his cock in my lip and sucking on that man's shaft catapulted me to a intimate nirvana I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my headway back again and, just as before, I figured my time was up. I was disappointed but also joyful because it was more sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would gift me a sign-language bill that said I had actually sucked on the rooster of the top executive of Porn.

"You know, Brynn,"he started,"You suck courteous but probably won't get me off. But, maybe we should do thing a picayune 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 gaga even today, to the point that I would probably do that with any man who said those news to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to handle still and let him do the fucking ; to commit that if he wanted to blunder out, he could do it fully in my mouth ; and, if he got his screwball off, I would swallow all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would let said anything to get that man to cum in my lip 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 satisfy my bore oral cavity with his sperm ! 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 experience how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would disrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

"Okay poove boy. This is your favourable day. afford up. Open your mouth !"

His other helping hand braced my head and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my backtalk. My backtalk meshed to his jibe and he began to slowly fuck me while my insides began to literally vibrate with lust.

His cock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in surrender. He moved it forward and I watched as his venter approached and I could feel his optic looking down at me and I hoped he liked what he saw…a 57 year old former porn star burying his osseous tissue in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky 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 oral fissure by the studhorse that every bastard in the human race must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my backtalk and I would live happily ever after.

Then, he began pulling back, again in ultra slowly motion. He let out a easy groan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with yearn, potent, slow cam stroke and pulling back smoothly before repeating.

He fucked in that slow and rhythmic rate for many minutes. He didn't talk. He just fucked my bore and unforced mouth in that very slow up and methodic manner.

I was in nirvana ! On my knees before that sexy, aphrodisiac man with his dick sliding slowly in my backtalk and that hard shaft driving my nance head crazy.

He paused for a here and now and just held my fountainhead in post with his hammer wedged between my tidal bore lips.

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

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

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

I was looking up at him but his pecker deprived me of a vocal 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 video proved he had huge loads. Despite being older, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might experience caused him to switch his mind and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore for him to cum in my oral cavity to let that happen.

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

His hands gripped my promontory tighter and his pelvis began to move and this clock time, he was going at a moderate tempo. In time, he went a slight faster and I watched his abdominal cavity gyrating before my fount and I felt his turgid creature hammering my uncoerced and eager rima oris. His hands became more firm and he went faster and with more than volume and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my tonsil and give 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 respond, I felt it !

With his bone buried nearly to my throat, his cock jerked and then I felt the rut of his huge clap of fond 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 rosehip jerked continuously as he shot several more gooey scores of his warm, fatheaded jizz into my wanton mouth. My lips sealed tight to capture it all.

It was nirvana ! Pure nirvana ! The King of Porn was ejaculating in my mouthpiece ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so often ... he was ejaculating in my mouth ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still capable to absorb every single maven of what was happening.

And all the while he was getting off, I wanted to snap up him and deplumate him to me and continue 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 heraldic bearing. My place was under him with his spewing erection in my oral cavity, 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 hands relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a prison term or two and also jerked. His fingerbreadth ran through my longish brown hair and he told me I was a good cocksucker. I loved hearing those lyric just as I love-love hearing them today.

It was more than five minute before he pulled his half-hard pecker from my lips and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the mouth 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 blunder so a great deal. I began the process of trying to swallow and have it off it would get hold of several smaller sup to get it all down. I swallowed a minuscule, then a little more, then more, and finally -- -the twenty-five percent prison term -- -I swallowed all of his ejaculate that remained.

At his dictation, 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, blackamoor marker from one of his dorsum rooms. He handed them to Mason and the King of porno scribbled on the posting and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice mouth Brynn. You're a good shag and a skillful boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't commemorate the six hour bus ride home. My head danced with memories of what had happened and the entire inside of my mouth was still flavored with the predilection of his cum and his pecker. 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 squeamish mouth.

I was in Shangri-la like I had been after the first of all time.

Even so, there was one question that I couldn't response but one I really needed to know :

Would heaven ever come again ?