The young cowboy's gun play was the first time I saw a man draw his pistol from its holster and fire it in one motion. I was amazed at the speed with ...hich he completed the maneuver. As his victim fell to the ground the young cowboy looked around wildly, his pistol swinging in erratic arcs. I was in a quandary over how to handle the gun waving cowboy because the crowd in the saloon made using my shotgun too dangerous. I carried a pistol but it was in an old Union holster with a flap that. I felt it sort of ‘pop’ into me and I did contract but it did not hurt. “Just let me relax a bit and then start pushing again. I’ll tell you if it is too much.” It was a good hurt. As he slowly advanced deeper I knew I really wanted it. I remembered the orgasms I used to have, different but strong and great. I knew Cal would send me over the top once we mastered the first time.“Okay, now however far you are in, start to slowly pump me and add more lube.”“I am about half in. Are you doing ok?”. As you flick the tip, you smile slightly as you taste the pre-cum drip from the little hole. I feel you slowly begin to swallow my thick hard shaft deeper and deeper, while your tongue continues to caress every vein, every inch of it while my fingers work your deliciously wet and tight love canal. Our bodies building up a slow thrusting rhythm, your hips thrusting up to meet my fingers, forcing them deeper still inside you, as I thrust my hips back and forth feeding you more of my cock. Once. After a while, Bill's calls started to become more personal. He started talking about the fun we used to have in college and he asked about different people we had known. I don't know exactly when it happened but suddenly I realized that Bill was calling me every day. By then, the stress you were under was obvious and you had started to claim that someone was sabotaging your work."I told Bill what you were saying and he said that he was beginning to worry that you might be having a breakdown..