Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2006 11:21:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: jack santoro <jacksantoro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lawsuit, Part 6, Adult Friends, 6/?

                                Lawsuit, Part 6

                            By Jacksantoro@yahoo.com


       The next evening we had a little gathering at my house. Vic
attended, as did Rocco and Jim, his former partner. Vic and I had seen
the TV news coverage of the shooting at the circumcision clinic, but we
knew that many details were missing. Rocco began explaining the events to
Vic and me:
       "I got called out on this yesterday, Vic. You and Jack know that
I'm on the Code Enforcement Team, but we don't always have the manpower
to handle unexpected events, like this shooting. Jim works white-collar
crime, but we both got tabbed for this one." Vic and I nodded in
understanding.
       "When we got there we found Doctor Cutter D.R.T.- that's `Dead
Right There.' He had several bullet wounds in him. One was in the center
of his back, another in his right hip, and the third one was at the base
of the skull. You don't have to be a medical examiner to figure out that
was probably the fatal shot. One of his partners, Doctor Slicer, was
sitting in a chair and the pistol, a Colt .380 Auto, was on the desk next
to him."
       "There were three doctors working in partnership," said Vic, who
owned the building and had leased it to the Downtown Circumcision Center.
"There was Butcher, who I guess was the senior partner, and these two
others." Rocco picked up the thread:
       "It was Cutter who circumcised the boy with only one signature on
the consent form, and that wasn't even the mother's signature. Other
employees in the clinic told us that Cutter and Slicer had had a big
argument about this before the shooting. Slicer was really pissed that
Cutter had exposed them to another lawsuit at a time when they were
already being sued big-time."
       "I'm suing them too," contributed Vic. "They built that
staircase without my permission, and that's expressly prohibited in the
rental agreement. That makes three lawsuits they're facing."
       "Was Doctor Butcher there at the time?" I asked.
       "No, he wasn't, and when I spoke with him he didn't seem too
concerned about the whole thing," Jim said. He's going through a
divorce, and since he's getting sued, his soon to be ex-wife is sharing
in the pain. He doesn't give a fuck. Slicer, on the other hand, was
looking towards an early retirement, and these lawsuits have just wrecked
his plans. He and Cutter were arguing about it, and Slicer just lost it
and dropped Cutter right there."
       "The District Attorney is having Slicer held for second-degree
murder, and the judge didn't allow any bail," Rocco continued. "It
looks like an open-and-shut to me. I'm no lawyer, but I don't think the
D.A. is even going to offer a plea agreement to Slicer. It's a
slam-dunk."
       "I'm personally glad to see Slicer go behind bars," Jim said.
"I'm not even shedding any tears over Cutter." Rocco looked
significantly at Jim before saying to me and Vic:
       "He's had his own bad experience with doctors."
       "Well, since we've covered that ground, what do we do now?" Jim
asked. "Rocco told me visiting you guys would be an interesting
experience." It wasn't hard for me to guess what Rocco had told him
about Vic and me, and his experiences here.
       "I guess it's time for show-and-tell," Vic said, getting up and
looking at me expectantly. I nodded and led the way to the bedroom, where
we began stripping down. Vic and I were the first naked because Rocco and
Jim had to take off their holsters, handguns, badges, and handcuffs as
well. Jim was looking at our crotches as he stripped down, and we looked
at his when he slid down his Jockey shorts. We saw that he had a foreskin
that covered only half the head.
       "Man, you two sure have long foreskins," Jim exclaimed
admiringly to Vic and me. Jim was about Rocco's size, and blond as well.
       "We give them a lot of exercise," Vic said, speaking for both of
us.
       "Jack docked me last time," Rocco said to Jim.
       "He's got enough foreskin to do it," Jim answered.
       "You're welcome to touch," I said to Jim. "My prick loves
attention." Jim sat next to me on the edge of the bed and Vic pulled
Rocco down next to him. I felt Jim's warm fingers close around my prick,
gently palpating it, and I reached for his, giving his glans a few slow
squeezes.
       "I wasn't cut as badly as Rocco," Jim explained to me. "When I
was only a few weeks old, the doctor told my mother my skin was too tight
and wouldn't go back off the head. He said it would be best to cut the
end of my skin off, to make it easier to peel back for cleaning. She said
okay and he did it right in the office."
       "At least it keeps part of the head covered," I commented as
Jim's prick grew in my hand. As his penis  lengthened, the big
helmet-shaped glans pushed out of the remaining foreskin and now stood
unmasked, displaying its blunt nose and high flaring corona. The front
part of Jim's glans was dry and leathery from being constantly exposed,
but the prominent rim was moist and glossy. Mine had also grown, and I
saw that we were both about six inches. Jim had a straight shaft like
mine, but mine had a prominent vein running down the right side. Jim's
slit was longer than mine, and had begun seeping lubricant.
       "I like your long skin," Jim said. "The longer the skin, the
longer the stroke." He illustrated his meaning by treating my erection
to several long, sweeping strokes, drawing my foreskin all the way down
to expose my helmet and the deep groove behind it, and then bringing his
hand up to make the end of my foreskin bunch at the end. In return, I
dipped my index finger into the wetness at the end of his glans and
spread the thick viscous fluid in small circles around the slit.
       "Vic's going to dock me," we heard Rocco say. We looked at them
and saw that Rocco was holding Vic's foreskin back tightly with his left
hand while the fingers of his right hand caressed Vic's engorged glans.
I knew how intense the sensations were, as a friend had brought me to
orgasm that way. Vic was gasping as the intense sensations burned into
his nerve endings, and I knew he'd be blowing his load in a minute.
       Rocco pushed Vic flat on the bed as he continued to work his
fingertips over his helmet. Vic was secreting profusely, lubricating
Rocco's caressing fingertips, and I saw that Rocco was working Vic's
tortured tip perfectly. He was moving his fingers rapidly, working
different parts of the large helmet without lingering in one spot, in
order to avoid tiring out the nerve endings. This provided fresh
sensations every second, and Vic was responding as his gasps grew more
ragged.
       "His tip's getting really hard now," Rocco commented to us as
he concentrated on bringing forth Vic's orgasm. "It's also getting
darker." This told us that Vic was on the brink.
       "Even with our long foreskins, we can't dock another tip while
we're hard," I explained to Jim.
       "No, not with those large tips," Jim answered, showing that he
understood. "Rocco's got to get Vic's erection down so he can fit
inside."
       "That's exactly right," I added, perhaps unnecessarily as we
watched Vic's excitement peak. Vic threw his head back and grunted hard
as the first white jet flew from his naked glans onto his stomach.
Rocco's skilled fingers danced over the hard, sensitive surface,
sweeping around the swollen ridge, bringing forth another heavy gush of
white liquid as Vic howled in ecstasy. Jim and I gripped each other's
pricks, caught up in the excitement, but not near climax. I swiped my
fingertip across Jim's leaking slit, making him gasp at the intensity of
the sensation.
       "Better stop, Jack," Jim told me. "You'll make me come, and
I'd like to hold off so you can dock me." I eased off on the
stimulation, just sliding his skin up to bump his rim.
       Vic howled again, shooting another torrent of cream onto his
stomach, as Rocco continued caressing his throbbing tip. Vic had let go
of Rocco's prick but the erection didn't soften at all because Rocco
was so turned on from bringing Vic's penis to orgasm. Vic's entire body
shuddered with the fury of his hot sensations, and he unloaded another
stream.
       Now Rocco stopped fingering the glans because he knew that it had
become super-sensitive, instead just jiggling the bunched-up foreskin to
bump against the rim. Vic's tip dribbled a few more discharges before
beginning to soften. Rocco leaned over to plant a dry kiss on his lips.
       "How do you want me to finish you off?" Jim asked me. "I'd
like you to bust your nut first so you can dock me."
       "It's up to you," I replied as we watched Vic slowly recover
from the shattering climax he'd just experienced.
       "I'd really like to put my mouth on the beautiful tip and suck
the cream right out of it," Jim said. Now Rocco was scraping Vic's
cream up with his fingers and spreading it over his circumcised prick as
lubricant. He stretched the tip of Vic's foreskin and slipped his glans
inside it. Vic grasped his prick and pushed his foreskin forward to cover
Rocco's glans completely, and began stroking it gently. They lay face to
face on the bed, joined at their pricks, enjoying the intimacy of going
head to head.
       "I don't think Rocco's going to last long," I said to Jim.
"Even though his prick isn't as sensitive as it would have been if he
hadn't been circumcised, he's so worked up right now that I think
he'll blow his load any second. We watched as Rocco's hips began
thrusting, driving his swollen glans into Vic's shrunken helmet inside
the foreskin. I was still fondling Jim's hard prick, and I fingers were
still sliding my foreskin up and down over my helmet, although we
probably had enough stimulation from watching to keep us aroused.
       Rocco was moaning now, and it was clear that the sensations in his
prick were mounting as Vic stroked his foreskin over the swollen tip. I
knew that only the fact that Vic had just shot his load prevented him
from getting hard again and pushing Rocco's glans out of his foreskin.
Now Jim removed his hand from my shaft and said:
       "I think we'd better stop right now. Watching this is so
exciting that we might drop our loads before we're ready." I nodded
agreement and released his prick.
       Rocco was totally caught up in his sensations as Vic pumped his
foreskin back and forth over his tip, and we saw his eyes close. His
moaning became louder as he approached the peak, and his jaw dropped. Vic
looked at us and smiled.
       "I've got so much cream lubing my dick that it's hard to hold
on," he said. "It's no big problem, though. Even if I lose my grip on
my skin and undock, I'll stroked his tip with my fist and make him
come." We saw that, indeed, drops of semen and natural lubricant were
soaking the med under where their pricks were joined in the coital kiss.
       Suddenly, Rocco's entire body stiffened and we heard him howl as
the sweet agony of the orgasm overwhelmed his senses. His face flushed as
his hips thrust his prick deeper into Vic's foreskin, and we saw a gush
of cream pour from the end of Vic's hood where it covered the
circumcision scar. Rocco howled again and the cords in his neck stood out
as the second wave of sensation coursed through his body. I felt Jim grip
my hand, squeezing it hard, and I knew he was caught up in the vicarious
excitement, as I was.
       Rocco cried out again as he unleashed a third load, carried away
in the frenzy of his orgasm. He thrust again and then settled down to a
mild shuddering as his orgasm passed its peak. Slowly, his body relaxed
as we watched a stream of white sperm ooze from Vic's foreskin, which
still engulfed his head. Rocco's prick softened and shrunk, and after
about a minute separated from Vic's foreskin, which then gushed the
accumulated cream onto the bed.
       Jim and I were still hard, and now he bent over to kiss the blunt
front dome of my helmet as he pulled my hood down tightly. His warm soft
lips caressed the nerve endings, and then engulfed my glans. I felt his
fingers clamp tightly around the base of my prick as I lay flat on my
back, and I knew that constricting the veins in my shaft would make my
erection super-hard within seconds. The pressure of the blood quickly
built up in my helmet and now it was aching for relief as Jim's lips
worked around my corona and his tongue probed my pouting slit. I heard
Vic comment:
       "That's it, Jim, Get Jack to blow his load and he'll be able to
take your tip inside his foreskin." Both he and Rocco had propped
themselves up to watch the show. Rocco gently fingered Jim's prick,
sliding the skin up just far enough to bump his ridge. I saw Vic dip his
head to lap Rocco's prick to remove the coating of cream that clung to
his naked glans. Vic's foreskin completely covered his head, ending in a
tight pucker that held in whatever residual juice it contained, except
for a drop that filled the pucker.
       Jim was enthusiastically sucking on my swollen helmet, moving his
head up and down so that his lips rode over the taper right to the
corona, and then withdrew until they were just kissing the front dome. At
the same time he moved my foreskin up and down to follow his lips, making
the thick fleshy sleeve envelop my glans as his mouth uncovered it. Then
he pulled my foreskin down, baring my helmet to his lips as they swept
down after my foreskin. I was getting, in effect, a double sensation that
was irresistible, and I felt my body tensing although I tried to remain
relaxed.
       My breathing was ragged and heavy now, and I felt my stomach
muscles tighten as Jim dragged me relentlessly toward the edge of the
precipice. Suddenly I felt his teeth scrape my glans, sending an electric
thrill down my shaft, and the soft tickle in my helmet changed to a hot
tingle. I cried out as I felt the root pf my prick contract sharply, and
an instant later I felt the pressure in my urethra as the first torrent
of sperm poured into it. The hot stream rushed up my tube, almost burning
me as I grunted in sweet agony. It poured into Jim's mouth and I felt
his tongue and palate squeeze my helmet as he struggled to swallow.
       Another spasm gripped the root of my prick, sending another
burning stream rushing up my prick, and my hips bucked involuntarily as I
yelped again. The tingling in my helmet was intense was Jim sucked the
gushing cream from it, and then his teeth scraped the sensitive surface
again, triggering another contraction.
       I was lost, tumbling in the free-fall of orgasm, aware of nothing
but the hot sensations in my groin and totally oblivious to the world
outside my body. My prick pulsed again, and another gush of cream poured
from it into Jim's mouth. Now I felt him withdraw his mouth, at the same
time pulling my foreskin all the way down so that it snapped into the
deep groove behind my throbbing rim. My frenzied release continued,
slowly declining in intensity, until I'd drained myself and was still.
       "That was nice, when you took your mouth off and we saw his tip
still shooting," I heard someone say in the distance.
       "His helmet was such dark purple," another voice said.
       Slowly I regained full consciousness as my prick began to soften.
I felt Jim's strong fingers holding my foreskin as the precious head
retreated into its fleshy cocoon.
       "I'm waiting for you to get completely soft to make room for my
tip," Jim said.
       "Ever dock with a guy before?" Vic asked him.
       "Oh, yes, a couple of times," Jim replied.
       "I've had a few guys docked inside me," Vic continued. "It's
always a thrill to feel the guy's tip throbbing against mine when he
comes."
       "I once docked with a guy who had so much skin it was as long as
his cock when he was soft," Jim said. "When he was hard, it was still
long enough to take my tip and his. We were going head to head and
getting close. He shot first because his tip was more sensitive than
mine. When he shot I think our holes were right against each other, and
he shot right down into my dick. That was so hot, feeling his come
shooting down my tube that it triggered my come right then. I unloaded so
much it just poured out from under his skin."
       Now Jim rolled onto his side and we were face to face, our pricks
touching. My foreskin pucker touched the dome of his dark helmet, and I
reached down to ease the skin over the end of his prick. Although he'd
swallowed most of my ejaculations, I still had a lot of my cream inside
my foreskin, and this provided copious lubrication. I felt my foreskin
stretching as it slid up over the taper of his glans, until it was poised
on the rim. Jim's prick, fully distended, had the remaining foreskin
stretched tightly back along his shaft, leaving the head and groove
completely bare.
       "Let me just slip my foreskin as far as I can over you," I
suggested. "I think I can cover you right down to the groove." I urged
my fleshy sleeve forward with my fingers as his swollen tip pressed
against my shrunken one. Jim was already gasping, excited from having
made me come and the anticipation of this moment. I looked at him and saw
that his eyes were already closed, and his face was flushed.
       Now that his glans was fully seated inside my thick fleshy sleeve,
I began stroking it over his sensitive surfaces. I didn't apply much
pressure, just enough to make sure his head remained covered, but even
this was enough to heighten his excitement because he was already primed
for it.
       "He's going to shoot a big load inside your skin," Rocco said.
"I've seen him shoot, and he really drains his balls when he lets go."
       "Good for him," I replied. "I want him to drain himself just
like he drained me." Jim had begun thrusting as I was stroking him, and
there was no doubt he was ready to cream. His breathing was heavy, and I
saw his body tense with excitement. His mouth was open.
       I heard him cry out in release as I felt his hot hard helmet throb
sharply against mine. An instant later a gush of hot cream poured from
his slit, swirling around my glans, bathing it thoroughly. He cried out
again as I felt his helmet hammer against my glans, and more juice poured
from it to flood my foreskin.
       My hood was distended with his cream, and when he shot his third
load the pressure forced it out between the edge of my foreskin and the
neck of his straining prick. He was moaning loudly with the frenzy of his
orgasm, and now he discharged another stream that poured from the edge of
my ballooned foreskin onto the bed.
       I stopped moving my fingers, letting him thrust into my foreskin,
until he was totally spent. I didn't want to risk over-stimulating his
glans, as he was only half circumcised, and his corona was probably as
sensitive as mine and Vic's. His last discharges weren't as powerful as
the first, and gradually he became still as he sank into the daze that
follows climax.
       We all lay still for many minutes, recovering from our ecstatic
experiences and happy to have shared them with each other. Vic spoke
first:
       "Well, maybe we'd better take showers, and for sure change the
bed." Lethargically, we got up and stripped the sheets, and then went
into the bathroom.


Continued in Part 7