SHOOTER

DREAM -

P.O.V. is from the shooter…
Man in a room with an assault rifle. There are five-ten movie star guys, 20-30 yrs old on the floor of the room. He starts by first shooting one of them in the leg. He spins and falls silently. The others each stand up and start to beg for their lives, though there is no sound except for a click whenever the trigger is pulled. The victims are each wearing dollar bills stuck to their bare shoulders and chests. The only other thing they have on are sheer briefs. You can see their cocks and balls through the material. They each get shot once in the shoulder or neck and grab it and fall. Then the next guy gets shot.

P.o.v. shifts to dreamer…

The Shooter is a long-haired young guy looks sort of like actor Lukas Haas. He walks out of the room and is walking through a restaurant. He carries the gun openly and says or nods “good night” to a few people and no one seems shocked by the gun he is carrying. Nice place. 1/3 of the tables are full of late-night diners finishing their meals. Dark wood paneled walls and red leather banquettes. Wait staff wears white aprons.

Once outside, he thinks that this is quite a rifle. His two female buddies do too. He aims at a tall tower, like a lighthouse but industrial, maybe a smokestack, probably 500 yds away. He shoots and the light in the top of it goes it. “Wow. Great shot,” someone says. He shoots at a bldg a few blocks away and part of the neon sign sparks. He turns and points the gun at a big glass window on the front of the restaurant he just came out of across the street. Someone inside falls to the ground…for a moment everyone thinks he’s been shot but he gets up laughing. They are all dancing inside the window. The shooter leans the gun in a corner against the front of a bar they are standing in front of.

p.o.v. changes…to me.

The shooter is now gone and I’m standing with the two women. A guy walks up that we know. Tall, blond bearded. His name id DJ. He’s with an even taller, slightly older, short-bearded guy carrying a huge black backpack. DJ says, “This is Tom Mitchell. He directed Blittz II”. We all recognize the name of a famous film or video game. They walk in the door. DJ sticks his head back out and announces, “I think he’s my soul mate…too bad I’m not gay.”

The woman to my immediate right is a Gwyneth Paltrow look alike. She has a short quiet, exotic –looking girl and her right arm. ‘Gwyn’ says to the a girl who walked up with DJ, “Where’s the money?” For some reason I know she’s speaking code. DJ’s girl walks up and moves her white woolen thumb to Gwyn’s eye, wiping a white cocaine-like substance just under her lower eyelid. The woman turns to me and pokes the same thumb into my nostrils, first right, then left. I lean to Gwyn and whisper. “Bet you she’ll kiss me in 30 seconds.” She laughs. I look at the woman who is a stunning brunette with freckles and emerald green eyes. I silently look intently into her eyes for an endless 15 seconds and then I say softly, “What makes you need to kiss me so badly?” She leans in and our mouth s meet, wet and open. I take her bottom lip between my teeth for a moment. I take her hand and we quickly walk down the block.

A block down on our left, there is a small store front with no sign. The tall, narrow window is lit from behind by harsh fluorescent light. We walk in the door. The room is maybe 5’ x 5’. There is an Asian woman at a counter. Walking past her we move through a dark door into a large back room. Maybe 15’x15’, lined all in large white tiles. There are two young Asian women talking at a sink/counter in front of a mirror.

I put a hand on my new friend’s shoulder and she sits on a bench. I take a step towards her and look down to see the distinct outline of my hard cock jutting straight out towards her. She pulls open my pants and engulfs my stiffness down her throat. Taking her left hand, I pull her index finger into my mouth, wetting it well.

“Do it,” is all I say and she takes her hand away and slowly slides her finger into my waiting ass. In three or four slow pumps down her throat, I am ready to explode. She pulls her nose back away from my crotch and lays my cock head on her tongue so I can watch my hot excitement fill her mouth. I feel her eyes on mine, anticipating.

When she has taken it all and cleaned me off. I pull her standing by her long, soft hair, kiss a few stray drops from her lips and reach down between her legs. Under her short skirt her thin lace panties are drenched and easily move aside as I slip two fingers into her. We stare into each others eyes as she begins to move against my hand in slow undulating motion. Her eyes glaze over and I feel her shift her body weight against me, her arms around my neck becoming heavy. As her breathing quickens, she tightens her grip around my fingers and I sense a long wave of release coursing slowly up her body, followed quickly by a succession of repeated involuntary spasms. She never closes her eyes though they get thinner and nearly shut a couple of times. When she is sated, we lean heavily against the wall.

The ambient light which had dimmed and seemed tinged in red from a small window above us, now took on a warm but brighter glow. I hear the Asian women giggling and whispering behind us. I slide down onto the bench, my date never takes her arms from around my neck, eyes now shut, breathing slowly as if she is practically sleeping. I cradle her in my arms.

One of the women walks towards us and with a steaming dark towel gently wipes our hands while the other does the same to my cock, still protruding from my fly. She gently tucks me back in and zips me up. They leave us alone in the room.

p.o.v. is now third person/camera man…

I walk out of the room, carrying the woman in my arms. The girl at the front counter scurries quickly to open the front door. We are again on the same dark street vague traces of purple dawn showing themselves from around the corners of buildings.

XXXPLORATORY SESSION #1: THE GRIP

So Mary has mastered The Grip. Not only is her mouth extraordinary but she is not afraid to hold a cock tightly while she lathers it up between her lips.

Most women in my limited experience, just never get it, that when they are blowing you or jerking you off that they are competing with one's own masturbatory grip. The honed, polished, fine-tuned way by which you have hung onto yourself for X amount of years. Watch gay porn or gangbang porn where you can see men taking themselves into hand for the big finale and every guy has a different technique, style, grip, and speed.

Some hold their hard dangle between two fingers and speed pump, but most have some form of full hand around themselves varying the speed until they find their groove...some do the old "reverse genie shine" using their hand thumb down towards the body then up and over with a quick twist on top...most mix it up a bit but have one particular "kung-fu grip" that they call home. I guarantee all of these guys know their particular groove like the back, er, palm of their hand. You settle in and lose track of all reality once your particular grip has found its hold.

For my particular A-zone, I like a strong tight grip which helps keep you as hard as possible while also engorging the head to its most sensitive fullness. And being a guy who doesn't cum easily from oral, the grip is a key element for my focus and pleasure when someone's goal is to get me to geyser.

Now, some lovers may just go to town on you, keeping their hand down at the base of your dick, cupping your balls lightly; more interested in just keeping the rod pointing skyward and into their waiting mouths and that's nice but I love a grip that, while not painful, is tight and strong like my own hands.



Sometimes an overly zealous lover might really jerk you hard up and down and for some guys, this is the key. Personally, I am not a fan of having the skin ripped off my cock. Just me. Mary did a little quick tugging but it was just the right mix of strength and speed. Ah, the foibles of a picky penis. Or as we like to call it, a "Honky Tonk Penis." Never a fan of the supper aggro speed pump, I like a bit more titillation and variety and I love to see what's going on. The visual is SO important. Nothing more exciting than seeing my big head being caressed and enveloped while I look into my lover's eyes.

The thing about variety is really to try a lot of moves/techniques but to stick with each one a bit and see how your partner reacts. You very likely will stumble on a few things that float his particular boat.

For me, if the goal is to finish me off to orgasm, after a bucket load of foreplay and hours of wild teasing and fucking (or if we're shooting for a speedy shooting, as they say) I'm all about repetitive, rhythmic firm hold squeezing hardest on the up strokes and release a bit of pressure on the down stroke. Slow and rhythmic. The key is the slight variance of the two. Take the same amount of time going up and down just decrease the pressure a bit. Wetness is a big factor too. The fine line between the perfect amount of lubrication and a painful experience is to be paid attention. Stopping and licking the shaft, balls, etc (which if we have gotten to the near explosion stage should have already been a wondrous part of things), is good at this near orgasmic place (but don't stray from that grip for too long) and try to come back with the same rhythm and pressure. And if I say, "That's it, that's it," or "Don't change". DON'T, I'm almost there. Many a hard earned orgasm has been waylaid by disregard for this particular bit of advice. Let me go off, PLEASE. I'm no quick-draw artist. I love to take my time but when I'm about ready my lover, should be as ready to share my ecstatic moment as well.

I digress, get used to it...Now, back to Mary. A new lover in my life. She of the EXPLORATORY PARTNER coinage in the previous blog. She needs no advice; the girl is on it. She had mentioned in a letter that she'd been told she had a talented mouth. I will vouch for that. She is delicate and attentive and there were moments in this, our first sexual encounter, that were incredibly unique to her and memorable for me. She hadn't been with a man for 5 years and the smile on her face when she pulled out my cock was wide and endearing. She looked as if she was seeing something spectacular for the first time. I can go with that. Pumped up my self-esteem and tumescent yearning, that's for sure. "Wow." Wow? Not something I hear often enough :) "It's beautiful," she said later. I've never quite seen my cock that way. Of course, like most guys I want somebody else's bigger, longer, thicker, more reliable dick but then again who am I to argue with these smart women who like what they see or even feel kind enough to give me that angle for my own edification. Thanks ad infinitum.

At any rate, one thing she did that was particularly distinctive and gratifying to me, was that after holding and sucking and caressing my hardness for a while she slid up and laid my throbbing, warm shaft next to her neck. I could feel her heart beating and I'm sure she could feel the pumping of mine as well. She'd turn her head away from me, kiss my belly, turn back toward my cock and give it a very light pinch of a squeeze with her small fingers or a soft nibble. I could feel my balls warm against her chest. This was a wonderful moment as if she were honing in on the pounding fella, getting to know him, feeling his pulse with her own. I liked this tremendously. I would have loved it if her soft, ample breasts had been exposed and skin to skin with my upper legs but can't have it all at once now can we.

I am very excited to get to know this fascinating woman. Her mind draws me in and she exposes herself easily. Not in spewing waterfalls of words (she's a bit shy about just letting loose with personal details about herself but when asked she really seems open to discuss anything and comfortable and very sexually open). Now, her writing on the other hand, seems completely free flowing, not shy in the least. One of the most articulate and self-exposing bloggers in my limited experience and she is very much unafraid to let it all out on the written page.

I've never really thought in such detail about the intricacies of what gets me into the spew zone, just sort of let it rip as it does. This was fun. Maybe next I'll try to figure out why I love to watch sexual action so much. Voyeuristic circus acts and people smooching and discreet hands on asses, viewed from the nearest corner are all way good things.

...But I digress...After 25 years with the same partner, these new lips against mine, new differences of style, body, approach and mind in the last three women I have had the joy of sharing sexual moments with, has been just wondrously fascinating, exhilarating and intense. Unlocking the sexual me is something I'd long wondered if I'd ever get the chance to do...yeeeeehaw.