Jack led us home, and we did not take time for any further excursions. Bill had signaled that he was out of ammunition, so there was no point in putti...g him in more danger than necessary. We landed, and there was the usual grousing by the ground crew about the number of holes they had to patch in their beloved airplanes, but we had heard that so many times already that we did not pay any attention. Instead, we headed for debriefing and the bar for our medicinal booze.As usual, we grabbed a. “Thanks,” he replied in a deep, rich baritone voice. “I’m quite a fan of the Cow. Have to say that I’ve enjoyed more than I should. Hi, I’m Kyle.” as I shook his hand, I replied, “Hi Kyle, nice to meet you, I’m Austin.” We began to talk and after several more Spotted Cows, I could tell my interest in him was mutual in me. “So, you seem like a non-stereotypical gay guy. What’s your story?” I finally asked. After taking a long drink from his beer, he began to tell me his story.“Being gay. It pained again but little less this time. She repeated the same 4-5 times and after that pain turned into pleasure and I was enjoying the best time of my life with every stroke of that wonderful thing inside my pussy with the help of the artistic hands of that lady. Things were best so far but as I was new to sex I didn’t new things can be even better in sex. She asked, enjoying? I nodded yes.She said enjoy more and with that more she reached to my G-spot plus also started simulating my. "Let's give you a moment to relax," she said, as I felt the rubber devicehit the end of my colon. "Breathe slowly and deeply," she said.A minute or two later, she asked, "Are you relaxed?" Yes," I said.She began to move it, twisting it side to side, and gently moving it inand out a quarter of an inch. "Still ok?" she asked."Yes," I said. My cock felt like it was dripping.She continued moving and turning it. After several minutes, she began tomove it in long strokes. I know my cock was dripping..