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McCado was definitely the quicker; Jansen ‘The-Black-Glove’ Reesen the meaner. Both men were feared in Black Rock more than any other who had ever sauntered across the town’s dusty clapboard main street and now that the two were in the ‘2TimeGood TimeTavern’, no man, woman, child or dog even would dare come into the place. Nobody but nobody wanted to be on the other end, even see, the dildos the men sported in their holsters.

“Some nasty night,” McCado said sneering over his glass of whiskey.

Shifting his weight slowly, as not to prick the senses of his deadly companion next to him, the smaller man moved his huge dong side-arm from where it lay dangling into his crotch to his back right hip. Of course Jansen watched with trepidation as his sworn enemy moved his worn yet huge dildo from his holster, but he wouldn’t let on that the move had interested him beyond his sipping of his own whiskey.

In the corner Benny, the black stride piano player, managed a deft tickling of the brittle piano keys as light as he could. He dare not turn around to see what was happening behind him…hell, Jojo the bartender had long since thrown those two glasses down, the bottle of whiskey between the men at the bar and lighted out beyond the swinging double doors for his home 2 miles away!

“Seems to follow you and me wherever we go,” McCado added and watched as Jensen then picked up _his_ side arm, a flattened 8-inch dildo, and swung it up on the bar with such a retort Benny jumped from his stool…but didn’t stop playing.

Out in the open with their weapons like this, both men were basically daring the other to make the first move. These men had fucked opponents from here to the California coast and round back again and there wasn’t a man or woman who had opposed them who could offer any recollection beyond a shutter and a smile. Jansen and McCado wielded their dildos like no other sex toy stud on the western frontier and that they had come to Black Rock to bend each other over was a historic event.

McCado wasn’t expecting much conversation, so he set his glass on the bar, thrust his pelvis and got his two big hands around his side-arm. Stroking his trusty huge cock toy, the man fed the dildo through his cracked long fingers and regarded Jensen with a scur for a smile.

Jensen stood back, deftly grabbed his own side arm, a much smaller one then his opponents, (though those who had been on the receiving end of Jensen’s stiff fake cock knew how brutal he could use it) and he too fed the instrument of his reputation through his hands, though he wore gloves, his signature and what had given him his nickname.

The two stood at the bar staring at each other’s dildos as Benny listened through his ragtime to the unmistakable sounds behind him. The entire town of Black Rock held its breath anticipating the showdown fucking of these two men. It had been on the wire that these two bad men were coming here for their last battle and nobody was all that happy about what the result might be. In the end, one of the two would be the fastest cock in the west and whether McCado or Jensen Reesen, that man would be a solo holy terror, the likes of which had not been seen in this part since Ma Macraven’s Boys and the Dildo Mavens of ’54!

But the clouds rolled over the tavern, the sagebrush sighed and Benny kept playing as the two warriors smiled at each other, regarding each other prodigious plastic pricks and then they released same, took one last snort of the whiskey and left the tavern together, mounted their nighttime black steeds, one steering his west the other east out of town.

Sometimes it’s better to avoid a fight, at least for another day.