I spit about ten times to make myself pure again, and the rest of the night became a blur of embarrassment and confusion and silence. There was nothin... to say. Three decades of straightness later, I had never stopped wishing I'd swallowed that cum. I'd tasted my own. I have kissed women after they sucked me off. I've jacked off in an inverted position and shot my own warm sperm into my mouth. I enjoyed that but didn't like pumping cum into my hand and then transferring it to my mouth. A year. They were major players who had contributed heavily to the current problems and they could hold their press conferences elsewhere. Maybe they would be re-elected, Hal didn’t know. He hoped that some of them wouldn’t be but that was not for him to decide.Where to spend the night presented a minor problem. If he went back to his quarters, security and communications because of his new position would be a challenge and his relationship with his companion would eventually be revealed to the public.. Both were wearing similar gear, warm woollen tops and matching pants- very similar to track suits, and, since they were well worn, it seemed that they were experienced hikers and well equipped for outdoor living.They were both soon clad in only their underwear and, after a quick towel down, were reaching for their robes. Karl put his straight on and then, facing away from us, removed his underpants with his modesty protected by the robe. Anna, however, was forced to remove her bra, a lacy. When I finally agreed to go and see a doctor, my worst nightmare was confirmed. Leukemia. Aggressive, advanced and nearly incurable. I wanted to kill them for butting in the nearly. For letting us hope. John stayed by my side through all of it. He never failed to be there for my therapy, and was always on the phone to people, who were talking about all kinds of cures. But I was growing weaker and weaker, getting thinner and thinner, feeling more dead than ever. But what John just came home to.