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.

– – – – –

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.