I didn't think I would take heed again from James Mason, the King of Porn, nor his manager Prince Albert, so it was an instant dash of Bob Hope when I received an email a hebdomad after our first 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 calendar month and hundreds of hours watching Mason's XX year old television and dream and fantasizing, not so a great deal about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiate cock.

In Albert's next email, he said,"Well, your ebullience and passion -- -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 promises but it do n't hurt to ask."

It was more than I could own ever hoped and I jumped at the chance although I found myself once again wrestling with apprehension. I had very niggling experience in sucking and Mason was a worldly man who had fucked more babe on television camera than legions of men fuck in a lifetime. And, he had been with countless cocksuckers so he knew a right son of a bitch from one who didn't know what they were doing.

Then, I remembered the week before when Albert had said that some shit have enceinte experience and gravid technique but they lack passion and the passion I had shown Mason 's shaft 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 acme of fan adulation, having his hammer adored like that might feel like a return to those twenty-four hour period of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hr bus ride to their metropolis. Along that journeying, I had to come to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn't going to Mason to satisfy him sexually. I was n't honest enough to do that. I was going because of cock-lust and the remote chance that I might be able to suck on it. Even if I only got to suck for one secondment, I would come away with a life computer memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous cock in the chronicle of pornography ! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest porn whiz 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 Francis Charles Augustus Emmanuel picked me up at the bus depot and push to his quiet neighborhood and, just as before, Alfred Edward Woodley Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was one-half friendly grandfather and the other 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 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 fulfil you again. But I been thinking that since you like him, maybe you would ... you know ... let him do what he did shoemaker's last 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 mo. It was as if he was studying me.

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

My read/write head yanked into a nod so fast that I felt a pop in my neck. 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 tell you what. Why don't you pick one thing you did last clip 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 week before. But why ? Did saying those words make me seem 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 chairman and down to the floor. He came to me one slow measure at a time while his right hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard peter that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

After what seemed like hours, he finally popped out a full erecting rightfulness in front of my face.

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

And just like the week before, I planted my full sassing to the tip of the aged man's phallus and I closed my eyes to care for what I was doing and I held my adoring brim to it for a yearn, tenacious sentence before finally finishing that first kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the English and underneath and over the top and around the headway and back down and support 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 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 dick 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 pee 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 James Mason's cock.

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

Mason went back to the sofa where Prince Albert was sitting and they talked about how having his rooster kissed seemed a bit deviant and even more-so because it was a schoolboy kissing the penis of a 57 year old man. Despite their laughing, Freemason 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 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 week. Know why ? Because I wanted to save meter in case I decided to render 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 lie with the ribbing and torture of that dilated silence.

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

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

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

"Damn, Mason,"Prince Albert said,"looks like he's got it rattling 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 erection at my face somewhat like men do when they've finished peeing."This why you rode that damned bus for six minute ? Because you want to suck my dick ?"

His look grew even more lurid and he added,"No promises how foresightful I'll let you do it, but go ahead. Give it a try, Brynn. sucking my shaft !"

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 phantasmagorical. Was I really there ? Was it actually going to happen ? Was I actually going to taste the very peter that I had licked a hundred times in powder magazine layouts ?

I began to wreak my sass to it. I wanted to spill the beans to it and severalise it how a lot I wanted to please it and for it to care me and that I was in love with it, but those Word 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 back talk. I could smell its fragrance of gender and my mouth opened and I moved to it and I slipped my mouth onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that intact head was in my back talk. Not the ray. Just the head.

I let my eyes impulsion closed and felt my backtalk beginning to move, like in a aristocratic whorl. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very diffused and ho-hum mouth movements on the head of his set sex tool.

I was in never-never land just feeling every texture, every ridge, every taste, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most illustrious phallus in the history of the total world, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only turncock of the King of Porn -- -and I was on my knees and sucking on it !

It was unacceptable for me to take a breath with body because I was so sate with passion.

His spear twitched and so did my entire being. It was all consuming as my back talk 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 back of my straits as if to signalize me to slide my oral fissure, something I had forgotten because I had been so enthrall with just nursing on that beautiful sex"mamilla ”.

I began to move my header. Slowly forward, like a crawling Caterpillar. Then, sliding back so slowly that it took nearly 15 full seconds for my lips to hand the tip. Slowly forward, my knife dancing against his manly calamus, 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 hired hand nudged my nous back and his cock slipped from my mouth. 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 secure cocksucker, boss ?"Prince Albert asked.

"Hell, he doesn't have to be a good mother fucker 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 a lot you love sucking on my dick."

I was instant to the undertaking and my interior were swooning once again, especially now that he had given such gracious approval. To hear such an know man of the Earth who had been sucked hundreds of prison term say those affair to me just warmed me so much and made me want to take in on his cock forever and never strike it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slue my back talk just as slowly and I just have no words to report how having his cock in my mouth and sucking on that man's scape catapulted me to a sexual nirvana I had never known.

Eventually, he pushed my head back again and, just as before, I figured my time was up. I was disappointed but also elated because it was more sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signed bill that said I had actually sucked on the stopcock of the 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 sass ?"

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

I gasped"yesssss"and he gave me instructions -- -to hold still and let him do the fucking ; 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 all -- - ALL ! -- - of his semen.

I would have said anything to get that man to cum in my rima oris and I would consume promised I would swallow 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 eagre sassing with his spermatozoan ! 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 mother fucker to sleep with how far to go without gagging and that gagging was not what he wanted because that would break up his mouthfucking pleasure.

"okay queer boy. This is your lucky day. Open up. Open your mouth !"

His other bridge player braced my headland and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my sassing. My lips meshed to his shaft and he began to slowly fuck me while my insides began to literally vibrate with lust.

His peter jerked and so did I and I whimpered in giving up. 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 class old former porn champion burying his osseous tissue in the mouth of an adoring schoolboy.

I couldn't believe how lucky I was. He could take 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 macho-man that every bastard in the world must take 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 easy motion. He let out a easygoing moan as he continued.

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

He fucked in that slow and rhythmic gait for many minute of arc. He didn't talk. He just fucked my eager and willing mouth in that very slow and methodic manner.

I was in heaven ! On my stifle before that sexy, aphrodisiacal man with his shaft sliding slowly in my mouth and that punishing shaft driving my queen head word crazy.

He paused for a moment and just held my drumhead in spot with his peter wedged between my aegir lips.

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

I couldn't see Albert but I heard him say that I had been a good boy and I had obeyed Alfred Edward Woodley Mason's bid 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 response so I nodded with center 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 picture proved he had immense loads. Despite being honest-to-goodness, I was sure he still did. Nonetheless, I had to nod because doing anything else might give birth caused him to change his mind and I was just too selfish and too tidal bore 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 lip !"

His men gripped my head tighter and his pelvic girdle began to move and this metre, he was going at a moderate stride. In time, he went a niggling faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my face and I felt his intumescent tool hammering my willing and eagre mouth. His hands became more firm and he went faster and with more saturation and he began breathing harder and telling me he was going to skim off my palatine tonsil and pass on 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 answer, I felt it !

With his off-white buried nearly to my throat, his cock jerked and then I felt the heat of his huge blast of warm 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 gooey slews of his warm, chummy jizz into my wanton mouth. My sass sealed tight to capture it all.

It was heaven ! Pure nirvana ! The B. B. King of Porn was ejaculating in my mouth ! Mmmmm, I loved that thought so much ... he was ejaculating in my oral fissure ! I was over-whelmed and felt dazed yet somehow still able to absorb every single whiz of what was happening.

And all the piece he was getting off, I wanted to catch him and rend him to me and preserve him there, maybe forever. But, I didn't latch onto him because he had told me to bide still and he was the man ... the man in charge. My seat was under him with his spewing erecting in my mouth, doing whatever he told me to do that would please him. And pleasing him was the most crucial matter on world to me.

When he finished, his hands relaxed but his dick didn't, not at first. It twitched a time or two and also jerked. His fingers ran through my longish Brown pilus and he told me I was a good whoreson. 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 pecker from my lips and he sat on the sofa like a man who had just fucked a cocksucker in the mouthpiece 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 ejaculate so practically. I began the process of trying to swallow and bonk it would fill several littler 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 ejaculate that remained.

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

Albert brought a poster and a bold, black mark from one of his back way. He handed them to Mason and the King of Porn scribbled on the poster and handed it to me. It read :"You got a helluva nice sass Brynn. You're a good fuck and a secure boy for swallowing all of my jizz."

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

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

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

Would heaven ever come again ?