He was a big man.
Very strong
for his age, he had been told
“He could stay hard for hours! That’s why the liked him so much. Low maintenance, you know?”
He was laid down
a small thin mat
he was pointing towards
a steel plank backstop.
Could it hold him?
Rotating his shaft
Quick loud ‘pop’
was loud enough for one to think it had completely snapped off
He positioned his hands on the piece of wood.
They were large hands
the size of a small person’s face
Callused and
hardened.
He let out a moan squeezing his fingers and they cracked.
His left hand was gloved to provide
…stability
the glove contained the hot manly sweat on his hands
that he not let go of
the tight grasp of the wood.
He closed his left eye
and focused his dominant eye
down the long metal rod
he was holding.
He focused dead-center on the target
He breathed deeply
those that don’t know his style
would assume he was nervous.
He was not.
He was clearing his mind of all doubts that he wasn’t the best
He was clearing his body of
…seeds.
The deep breaths help keep his lowdown
The deep breaths help keep his load down
During mid exhale he finished and held his breath.
Making sure his bull’s-eye was aimed dead center
he pulled the trigger all the way
and held it tight to minimize the possibilities of a
wild shot.
“Ron Jeremy”, said his spotter,
an aged man of more than fifty years.
“Hmmmm”, said the Rifleman as a smirk appeared on his face
The remark pleased him very much
“Ron Jeremy”
This was the codename for a perfect shot
The ten point scoring ring completely blown out
It wasn’t something new for the Rifleman
Many times before he had heard the name “Ron Jeremy”,
but it still pleased him to hear it during competition.
He repeated this cycle until no more bullets were left in his cock.
He then stood up
Turning around to sit on the bench he was slightly startled by an audience
of family members watching.
He had forgotten that they were there.
“Good job Taylor,” spoke the spotter, “95.”
“Damn! I suck!” said the Rifleman chuckling,
and the female lead
for whom he auditioned
said,
“No; I do.”