Brynn and the King of Porn [2]

Introduction:

Expanded theme and more action after Part 1.

I didn’t think I would hear again from Mason, the King of Porn, nor his manager Albert, so it was an instant bolt of hope when I received an email a week 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 months and hundreds of hours watching Mason’s twenty year old videos and dreaming and fantasizing, not so much about the man, but more about his wonderfully contoured and insatiable cock.

In Albert’s next email, he said, “Well, your enthusiasm and passion—those were the things 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 don’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 little experience in sucking 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 good cocksucker 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 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 days of glory.

Albert sent me tickets for the six hour bus ride to their city. Along that journey, I had to come to terms with my own selfishness. I wasn’t going to Mason to satisfy him sexually. I wasn’t good 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 second, I would come away with a lifetime memory that I had actually sucked on the erection of the most famous cock in the history of porn! Even now at the age of 57, he was still the sexiest porn 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.

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Like before, Albert picked me up at the bus depot and drove to his quiet neighborhood and, just as before, Mason was waiting and greeted me with a grin that was one-half friendly grandpa 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 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 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 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. 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 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 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 chair and down to the floor. He came to me one slow step at a time while his right hand was lightly brushing an ostensibly hard cock that pushed against his cotton pants.

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

After what seemed like hours, he finally popped out a full erection right 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 older man’s penis and I closed my eyes to cherish what I was doing and I held my adoring lips to it for a long, long time before finally finishing that first kiss with a bit of suction.

I kissed down the sides and underneath and over the top and around the head and back down and back 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 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 know that I loved it. In fact, I had fallen in 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 become upset with me but…yes…I had fallen completely in love with Mason’s cock.

With time running out, he told me to give it one, last, long 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 penis 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 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 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 teasing 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 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 remember how I was able to say “yes” but I heard the words emanate from my lips.

“Damn, 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 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 face grew even more lurid and he added, “No promises how long I’ll let you do it, but go ahead. Give it a try, Brynn. Suck my cock!”

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

I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Albert, so I didn’t speak.

And then . . . I felt it. The heat. This man’s sexy erection 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 head was in my mouth. Not the shaft. Just the head.

I let my eyes 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 texture, every ridge, every taste, and that wonderful hardness. I was actually sucking on the most famous penis in the history of the entire world, the very cock that had fucked so many girls and the mouths of so many cocksuckers. The one and only cock of the King of Porn—and I was on my knees 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 back of my head as if to signal me to slide 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 full seconds 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 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, boss?” Albert asked.

“Hell, he doesn’t have to be a good cocksucker when he fawns over it like he does. Like he’s making love to my dick. Go ahead boy. Gimme 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 approval. To hear such an experienced man of the world who had been sucked hundreds of times say those things to me just warmed me so much and made me want to suck on his cock forever and never take it out of my mouth.

I sucked as softly as before and slid 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 shaft 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 gleeful because it was more sucking than I had expected and I also knew he would give me a signed poster that said I had actually sucked on the cock 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 mouth?”

Those words, “fuck you in the mouth” 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 words 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 mouth and I would have 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 fill my eager mouth 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 enough 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 mouth!”

His other hand braced my head and he brought the two of us together and pushed his erection into my mouth. My lips meshed to his shaft 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 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 star burying his bone 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 mouth by the stud that every cocksucker in the world must have 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 slow motion. He let out a soft moan as he continued.

Never hurried. Always pushing in with long, strong, slow strokes 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 heaven! On my knees before that sexy, sexy man with his dick sliding slowly in my mouth and that hard shaft driving my queer 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 give 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 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 response so I nodded with eyes full of desire.

“If I do it, are you gonna 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 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 mind and I was just too selfish and too eager for him to cum in my mouth to let that happen.

Mason continued, “Well boy, then I’m just gonna jizz right in your lucky 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 little faster and I watched his abdomen gyrating before my face and I felt his turgid tool hammering my willing and eager mouth. His hands became more firm and he went faster and with more intensity 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 bone 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 several more gooey loads of his warm, thick 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 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 sensation 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 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 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 time or two and also jerked. His fingers 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 minutes before he pulled his half-hard dick 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 queer 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 process of trying to swallow and knew it would take several 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 ejaculate that remained.

At his command, 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, black marker from one of his back rooms. 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 mouth Brynn. You’re a good fuck and a good boy for swallowing all of my jizz.”

I don’t remember 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 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 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?

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