Well, spurting…squirting if you will. But I most certainly did. Perhaps far more than I ever had, even after days of purposely abstaining. Though dr...ied now for the most part, all three of us seemed to be covered in drying spunk, both theirs, and my own. Even my own thoughts and visions of this were vague, fuzzy. Kneeling beside the two of them, remembering mostly, or thinking I did anyway. Not even touching my cock, nor they either as we came together. That link, that trickle of thought, the. ’’‘‘Today with their games they slammed into two of our boats and tried to board both of them in international waters. The boarders were killed right off and that was the start of the attack. As per our orders all systems were online and ready to go at the first sign of trouble. The other Iranian boats started firing, fire was immediately returned.”‘‘Missiles sank two of the standoff boats immediately. They were half a mile away but were firing heavy machine guns at our ships once the firing. I never told Monica. I thought the next seventy-two hours were going to be the death of me. I was nervous, scared, but most of all anxious. Am I fucking nuts? That question kept bouncing off the insides of my brain and I really didn’t have a good answer. The hospital called me at work at about ten-fifteen on Friday. ‘Mr. Moore, the tests results confirm, you are a match for Mr. Connor. When can you come in so we can discuss this further?’ I was numb. ‘Give me a day or two and I’ll get back to. I arrived at the "Dog" or "Greyhound" to give it its correct name, with plenty of time to spare. The pub, one of three in Penkhull, is one of the oldest buildings in the area, with a history stretching back to the sixteenth century, and incorporates the former Courthouse of the Manor of Newcastle-under-Lyme. It also has a soft spot in my heart as it was the first pub that I ever went in as it was my father's local. A fleeting sadness came as I recalled all the good times I'd had there with my.