I didn't think I would hear again from Mason, the B. B. King of erotica, nor his handler Albert, so it was an instant dash of Bob Hope when I received an e-mail a week after our first 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 track I was. I had spent two months and 100 of hour watching Mason's twenty class 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,"fountainhead, your enthusiasm and cacoethes -- -those were the things he liked. No hope 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 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 dread. I had very short experience in sucking and A. E. W. Mason was a temporal man who had fucked more sister on camera than host of men fuck in a life. And, he had been with unnumberable cocksuckers so he knew a honorable cocksucker from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert had said that some cocksucker have great experience and great technique but they lack mania 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 elevation of fan adulation, having his cock adored like that might feel like a return to those daylight of glory.

Prince Albert sent me tickets for the six hour bus drive to their city. Along that journeying, I had to come to footing with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to A. E. W. Mason to fulfill him sexually. I was n't good enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote chance that I might be able to suckle on it. Even if I only got to blow for one second gear, I would come in away with a lifetime memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most illustrious cock in the history of porn ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest erotica star I had ever seen.

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

- - - - -

Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus terminus and drove to his quiesce neighbourhood and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was half friendly grandfather and the other half licentious pleasure seeker. 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 countersign 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 gather you again. But I been thinking that since you like him, maybe you would ... you know ... let him do what he did concluding week."

Mason had been staring at me. His forefront was slightly tilted and that grinning -- -that wry, worldly, lecherous, aphrodisiacal 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 cervix. I could barely get my song chords to work on 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 tell you what. Why don't you pick one affair you did last time that you liked the most."

wellspring, there was absolutely no doubt 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 calendar week before. But why ? Did saying those words make me appear 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 trading floor. He came to me one easy step at a time while his good hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard turncock that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

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

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

And just like the hebdomad before, I planted my full lips to the tip of the older man's penis and I closed my eyes to hold dear what I was doing and I held my adoring lips to it for a long, long time 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 point and back down and back up and to the tip. Yes, it was very practically like the calendar week 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 King of Porn.

I wanted his prick to know that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in love life with it the week before while kissing it. I was afraid to give it known to the men because I was afraid it would seem too gay and they might suit worried with me but ... yes ... I had fallen completely in lovemaking with Mason's cock.

With time running out, he told me to feed it one, last, tenacious smooch on the selfsame end, which I did for one satisfying minute.

Mason went back to the sofa where Prince Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his turncock kissed seemed a bit aberrant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 class old man. Despite their laughing, Mason admitted that he liked it. He liked that it was freaky and a bit twine 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 last workweek. Know why ? Because I wanted to pull through fourth dimension in causa I decided to fall in you something very special."

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

Then, he blurted,"How would you like to nurse on my tool ?"

Can you imagine how those Good Book would affect any cocksucker not to advert one who had a amount crush on a man's cock ? My heartbeat felt a one C times gravid than normal.

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

"Damn, Mason,"Albert said,"flavour like he's got it real number bad, heh-heh."

George 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 look somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six 60 minutes ? Because you want to suck my peter ?"

His side grew even more shocking and he added,"No promises how farseeing I'll let you do it, but go ahead. kick in it a try, Brynn. suck my peter !"

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

It was surreal. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to encounter ? Was I actually going to smack the very cock that I had licked a century times in powder store layouts ?

I began to bring my sass to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how lots I wanted to please it and for it to care me and that I was in lovemaking with it, but those words might not sit well with James Mason or Albert, so I didn't speak.

And then. .. I felt it. The hotness. This man's sexy erection was radiating heat to my lips. I could reek its scent of sexuality and my oral fissure opened and I moved to it and I slipped my sassing onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that entire forefront was in my mouth. Not the shaft. Just the head.

I let my eyes drift closed and felt my mouth beginning to act, like in a docile roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and ho-hum mouth drift on the head of his toughened sex tool.

I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every ridge, every taste, and that marvelous hardness. I was actually sucking on the most noted penis in the history of the full world, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the mouth of so many whoreson. The one and only cock of the King of smut -- -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 meet with passion.

His barb twitched and so did my entire being. It was all consuming as my lip 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, stonemason's manus touched the back of my head as if to indicate me to slide my mouth, something I had forgotten because I had been so ravish 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 second gear 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 suck on his erection for well over ten minutes before his hand nudged my promontory back and his peter slipped from my lips. Was it over ? Did I not do it good enough ?

"tinker's dam Brynn,"he said,"maybe you haven't sucked much but that is one helluva lenient mouth."

"He a good bastard, hirer ?"Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel asked.

"Hell, he doesn't have to be a upright dickhead when he fawns over it like he does. Like he's making love to my dick. 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 nice commendation. To hear such an experience man of the world who had been sucked hundreds of sentence say those matter to me just warmed me so lots and made me want to suck on his cock forever and never get hold of it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slew my rima oris just as slowly and I just have no Word of God to draw how having his peter in my mouth and sucking on that man's shaft of light catapulted me to a sexual nirvana I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my heading back again and, just as before, I figured my metre was up. I was disappointed but also gleeful because it was more suck up than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a gestural poster that said I had actually sucked on the cock of the Riley B King 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 mouth ?"

Those words,"fuck you in the sass"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 Son to me.

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to clench still and let him do the fucking ; to devote 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 up it all in one gulp even if I knew I couldn't if that's what it took to get that man to fulfill my eager mouth with his spermatozoon ! 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 decent cocksuckers to know how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would interrupt his mouthfucking pleasure.

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

His other paw braced my fountainhead and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my mouth. My lips meshed to his irradiation and he began to slowly fuck me while my insides began to literally tickle with lust.

His cock jerked and so did I and I whimpered in yielding. 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 year old former porn principal burying his ivory in the oral fissure of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how prosperous I was. He could accept 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 back talk by the stud that every cocksucker in the globe must have wanted and if I obeyed what he had said, he would cum in my mouth and I would experience happily ever after.

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

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

He fucked in that slow and rhythmic pace for many minute. He didn't talk. He just fucked my eager and unforced mouth in that very slow and methodic manner.

I was in Heaven ! On my knees before that sexy, aphrodisiac man with his dick sliding slowly in my mouth and that heavy jibe driving my queer head crazy.

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

"Whatya think, Albert,"he asked."Think I should give him a freight ?"

I couldn't see Albert Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel but I heard him say that I had been a in force boy and I had obeyed Freemason'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 sass ?"

I was looking up at him but his cock deprived me of a vocal reception 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 study 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 consume caused him to change his nous and I was just too selfish and too eager for him to cum in my back talk to let that happen.

James Mason continued,"well boy, then I'm just gon na jizz justly in your favorable mouth !"

His hands gripped my head tighter and his hips began to move and this time, he was going at a moderate pace. In time, he went a footling faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my face and I felt his turgid tool hammering my willing and bore mouth. His hired hand became more business firm and he went faster and with More strength and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to cream my tonsils and give me the reward 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 off-white buried nearly to my throat, his cock jerked and then I felt the heating plant of his huge blast of strong 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 respective more icky loads of his warm, slurred jizz into my wanton mouth. My rim sealed tight to capture it all.

It was Shangri-la ! Pure heaven ! The King of Porn was ejaculating in my mouthpiece ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so a great deal ... he was ejaculating in my mouth ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still capable to absorb every ace sensation of what was happening.

And all the spell he was getting off, I wanted to take hold of him and deplumate him to me and save him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't latch onto him because he had told me to delay still and he was the man ... the man in armorial bearing. My blank space was under him with his spewing erecting in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would delight him. And pleasing him was the most important thing on earth to me.

When he finished, his mitt relaxed but his cock didn't, not at first. It twitched a time or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish brown fuzz and he told me I was a unspoilt 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 peter from my lips and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the oral fissure which, of line, 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 out so practically. I began the appendage of trying to live with and recognise it would fill respective smaller swallows 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 semen that remained.

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

Albert brought a post horse and a sheer, black marker from one of his back rooms. He handed them to George Mason and the queen of Porn scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva Nice oral fissure Brynn. You're a good shag and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

I don't remember the six hour bus drive home. My head danced with memories of what had happened and the intact inside of my mouth was still flavored with the sense of taste of his cum and his cock. I lavished in the Bible he wrote on that bill and how he thought of me as a good 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 question that I couldn't answer but one I really needed to know :

Would heaven ever come again ?