Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2006 13:50:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lawsuit, Part 1, Adult Friends, 1/?

Lawsuit, Part 1
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	I met Vic for dinner at our favorite Vietnamese
restaurant. He seemed troubled, and once we had our
orders he began speaking:
	"Remember that building on Parker I leased to the
medical group?" I recalled that Vic, a very successful
real estate developer and investor, had leased the
building about six months ago. I nodded.
	"Well, I didn't know what sort of operation they
intended to run at the time. They call themselves the
Downtown Circumcision Center and they're doing the
spill-over from General Hospital now that the hospital
no longer does newborn circumcisions."
	"They also do older kids and adults?" I asked.
	"They'll do anybody who has the money to pay. Since
the state Medicaid stopped funding newborn
circumcisions and the hospital stopped doing them,
they're pulling in some parents who still want their
kids clipped. The doctors at the hospital tell them
that it's an unnecessary mutilation, like cosmetic
surgery, but some parents still want to do it."
	I was familiar with part of the story. Some doctors
were aggressively promoting circumcision to prevent
AIDS, like doctors decades ago had promoted it to
prevent masturbation and syphilis. These doctors found
the circumcision business to be a lucrative source of
income, especially since they'd found that some
bio-labs and cosmetics companies were willing to buy
the amputated foreskins from them. They were
collecting from both ends.
	"I guess you don't like the idea of that sort of
business in your building," I surmised. Actually it
was a safe bet Vic didn't like it, as he was
vehemently opposed to male genital mutilation. So was
I.
	"Right, Jack. I'd like to find a way to evict those
bastards. Personally, I'd rather have a whorehouse or
even a drug den in there than those creeps." We
finished our meal and headed for his house.
Vic and I spent a couple of nights together each week.
We'd met because my construction company occasionally
did work for him. We were both in our 30s, and had
been close friends for several years.
	Once inside I hugged Vic to me. He was still agitated
over what he'd told me, and the meal hadn't done much
to relax him.
	Vic was about six feet, my height, and we were both
of medium build. He was blond, with blue eyes, while I
had brown hair and eyes. His face was thin, while mine
featured a broad forehead and square jaw.
	"You need nature's tranquilizer," I said, and he
turned and led me to the bedroom. He knew exactly what
I meant, as he'd also used the expression. An orgasm
will take the tension right out of a man's body, and
guaranteed a good night's sleep.
	Vic stripped out of his three-piece suit, while I
removed my bomber jacket and jeans. We finished
undressing and our nakedness revealed what we had in
common- long, pendulous foreskins tapering down from
our bulging helmets to form long nipples in front.
We'd both been lucky to have escaped circumcision at a
time when it was a fad to circumcise all American
boys, and we were grateful for our good fortune
because we'd learned what fun a foreskin can be.
	I sat beside Vic on the bed and rolled his foreskin
nipple between thumb and index finger. Like mine, his
foreskin was long, thick, and tight, and at first
there wasn't much of an outline of what lay beneath. I
felt his prick reacting to my touch, however, and
within seconds the bulge of his big helmet began to
distend the fleshy sleeve.
	Meanwhile, Vic had grasped my foreskin firmly and
fully skinned it back to form a thick fleshy ring
behind my rim. My glans, tightly compressed by my
tight foreskin, emerged narrow and tapered to a point.
It was wet with natural lubricant.
	"I like to watch your tip swell and smell the aroma"
he murmured as my glans began to blossom out,
gradually filling out to its helmet shape.
	"I can feel yours swelling under the skin," I replied
as I continued to roll and pull his long hood. His
glans was firming up under my fingers, although it
would never pop out of the long foreskin
spontaneously, even with full erection. We both had
enough foreskin to cover our helmets beyond the end,
even when hard.
	"I know you like this," he said as he gently jiggled
my foreskin up and down, bumping it lightly against my
swollen rim. The light shocks against the base of my
glans were very arousing, guaranteeing that my
erection would remain rock-hard as long as he kept
doing it.
	"You're really hard now," I observed. "Want me to
start skinning it back?" He nodded and I began gently
tugging his foreskin back, watching the pucker at the
end widen as it slipped over the large swollen helmet.
I pulled it back enough to reveal the long slit that
was weeping prick tears to lubricate the foreskin, and
then pulled it up again to conceal the slit
completely. I knew that Vic enjoyed having his
foreskin retracted by stages, feeling the slow
stretching in stages, each retraction farther than the
last.
	"That's one of the nice things about foreskins," he
whispered. "When you do that to me I feel the nerve
endings inside my skin stretching. That's something
cut guys never feel." The extra erotic sensations the
foreskin provides were important reasons for being
glad we'd retained ours.
	We swiveled around to a "69" position, giving us
better access to each other's crotches. Vic's penis
pointed at my face, and I studied the thick pucker of
his foreskin as I began pushing it back over the front
dome of his helmet again. The wrinkles stretched out
as the orifice widened, and the slick wet glans came
into view. The long slit oozed clear lube that eased
the sliding of the foreskin, and the pungent natural
odor hit my nose.
	"I love the way your prick smells," I said.
	"Yours too," he said. "Cut cocks don't smell like
natural ones. Yours smells really sexy." As he spoke
his strong fingers worked on my prick, stretching the
thick tight foreskin back farther to bare the groove
behind my rim. I uncovered his tip half-way, and then
brought the tight hood towards me again to envelop the
head. The pucker reformed and tightened down,
gathering in sexy wrinkles ahead of his glans. A drop
of dew filled the pucker and I licked it off, enjoying
its salty taste.
	I heard him gasp as I pushed the thick fleshy sleeve
away from me again to uncover most of his purple
helmet. I knew that the tightness of his hood
increased the friction on his glans as I slid it
slowly over the many nerve endings, heightening his
sensations. At the same time I felt the touch of his
tongue probing the opening in my helmet.
	"Your hole's different from mine," he commented.
"It's like a teardrop, and mine's a slit. Your lube
tastes good, though, and it's got a nice smell to it."
I pulled his foreskin towards me again, and once it
was fully forward I began easing it back, farther
uncovering the sexy helmet. This time I stripped it
back to the rim and held it there, stretched over the
wide part of his corona, while I studied his glans.
	"You've got the same little bumps as I've got on
either side of your gee-string," I observed. "I think
those are what secrete the smegma."
	"I think so too," he replied.
	"Your prick doesn't smell ripe," I told him. "I know
you haven't taken a shower since morning, but it
wasn't a hot day."
	"Neither does yours," he said. "It still smells like
you washed it an hour ago. There's just a hint of
cheesy odor, and that's really sexy." I pulled his
foreskin toward me as he spoke and watched the pucker
contract as it closed over his front dome. Now I
pushed it away from me again, all the way to the rim,
and nudged it over the upturned flange to drop into
the deep groove behind it.
	"Let's rub tips together," he said as he changed his
position on the bed to bring us face to face and tip
to tip. His dark purple helmet touched mine with a
delicious and delicate friction, and I felt it throb
hard against my tip.
	"I like going head to head like this," I said. "Your
tip feels so hard against mine, and it's so smooth."
Vic brought his glans over the top of mine and I felt
the twin lobes pressing into the broad upper surface
of my helmet. I thrust forward slightly, bringing the
upper edge of my flaring rim against his gee-string
and bumping against the twin lobes of his helmet. Vic
gasped and shuddered at the sudden sensation.
	Our scrotums had tightened against our bodies during
the sex play, and now our balls were drawn up tightly
with excitement. I moved my prick to the side and
rubbed the inflamed head against the top of his. I
felt him moving the ridge of his glans sideways across
my gee-string, tickling the tightly stretched nerve
endings within. Now I pulled back and grasped his
prick around the middle, pulling his thick, rolled
foreskin towards me to envelop his swollen helmet. He
did the same to mine and our pricks pointed toward
each other, their thick foreskin puckers kissing.
	"Let's go 69 again," he said as he changed his
position, and now I was facing his hot hard prick,
inserting my tongue into the pucker to probe for his
slit as he did the same to mine. I pushed my tongue
deeper into his foreskin, tickling his sensitive
gee-string inside. His tongue probed along the top of
my helmet, distending my foreskin and stretching its
nerve endings with its bulk. The tip of his tongue
reached my rim and swiped around it, caressing the
many nerve endings it contained.
	I pushed his foreskin back with my lips, exposing his
hot hard helmet, and sucked on it avidly. I pushed my
tongue-tip into his slit, tasting again the salty,
slippery lubricant seeping from it. I felt his mouth
leave my prick for a moment as he spoke:
	"I'll make you come first," he murmured, and then his
lips pushed back my foreskin and enveloped my helmet.
He twisted his head to give me sideways friction
around my corona with his lips, and I became immersed
in sensations as my body responded. His lips were
locked behind my rim, and he twisted his head again,
the friction producing a tickle in my corona. I knew
he was also very excited because I felt the surface of
his helmet harden against my tongue. He, like I, was
on the plateau of sensation, and we were both only
seconds from release. It was time for me to stop for a
moment, and I pulled my head back.
	Vic's swollen glans was inches from my eyes and dark
purple from excitement, the slit drooling a steady
stream of lubricant. I secrete enough lube, but Vic's
prick positively drools it. His lips tightened behind
my corona, and I felt his tongue probe my teardrop
shaped orifice. Now he changed his technique and his
lips pumped up and down over my hard, swollen rim,
pouring sensations into it. The hot friction pushed me
closer to the point of no return, and I felt the
tickle in my rim intensify.
	I felt a sudden shock in my helmet as his teeth
scraped lightly along its top surface, and I knew that
I was totally under his control now. I was helpless in
his hands because he could suck the orgasm out of me
at will. I tried to remain relaxed but my stomach
muscles tightened involuntarily and my legs began to
tremble. Now I was breathing heavily, anticipating the
hot shocks of orgasm that were soon to wrack my body,
and I felt the tickle in my rim transform itself into
a hot tingle. My eyes closed as I withdrew into
myself, my awareness of the outside world fading as I
experienced an altered state of consciousness.
	The hot tingle filled my glans, and slowly spread
down my shaft as my sensations peaked. Suddenly the
tingle exploded and I felt an electric surge shooting
down my prick to make the root of my penis contract
sharply.
	I cried out helplessly as the first surge of hot
fluid shot up my prick, searing my urethra in its rush
to the end. Vic's tongue lapped the upper surface of
my glans to heighten the sensations as his teeth
lightly scraped my gee-string, and my stream erupted
into his mouth.
	The sensations didn't let up, and I felt another hot
spasm in the root of my prick. My urethra pulsed as
another gush poured into it, shooting up toward the
orifice. The hot jet slammed through the lips of my
slit to pour into Vic's waiting mouth, and I saw stars
before my eyes. I was floating, caught in the
free-fall of my orgasm, as time stopped and the
hurricane of sensations ravaged my body.
	My cock-root convulsed again, sending another heavy
load into my tube as my straining prick throbbed with
ecstasy. Vic's teeth scraped my nerve endings again
and I cried out in joyful agony at the intensity of
the sensations. The burning jet exploded from my prick
into his mouth and I felt another surge building up
deep inside me. However, now Vic backed off, holding
the base of my shaft in his hand with his lips pursed
around the front dome of my helmet. He knew my prick
was about to become hyper-sensitive, and any
additional stimulation would be painful.
	Another surge of semen poured from my prick and
through his lips, tickling my urethra with its
passage. My prick throbbed again, and I felt another
load shooting through my tube.
	Now a weaker spasm sent a discharge up my straining
prick, but I knew that the peak was over. Several more
satisfying spasms went through my body, until I was
drained. My tip was very sensitive now, and Vic sucked
the last drops from my softening helmet very
carefully.
	I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, resisting
the urge to lie back and relax, because I knew that he
needed relief even more than I had. Vic was licking
the last drop from my meatus as I grasped his shaft,
stabilizing his prick while I wrapped my lips around
the turgid glans. I felt my foreskin being carefully
slipped forward to cover my tender tip. Vic was ready
to pop, because his helmet was a dark angry purple and
very hard.
	I pumped my lips around his corona a couple of times,
compressing it with my lips, and then rotated my head
to give him the delicious sideways friction that had
unleashed my orgasm. I heard him groan as the full
sensations hit him, and then I lightly scraped my
teeth down his glans, stabbing into its nerve endings.
	Vic howled as I felt his prick pulse hard in my
mouth. His hot hard helmet throbbed against my tongue
and a thick stream shot from it to the back of my
throat. I tasted the familiar chlorine savor of his
semen as I swallowed hard, working my lips over his
rim and into the groove behind it. My clenching
fingers felt the pulse in his shaft a split second
before another hot jet flooded my mouth. I shoot a
lot, but Vic discharges about twice as much as I do.
	Vic's straining body shuddered against mine as he
poured a third hot load into my mouth, and I swallowed
hard to keep up with him. I pumped my lips up and down
on his swollen rim frantically to heighten his
sensations, bringing forth another heavy gush that
coated my tongue and palate.
	Now I drew back slightly, because I knew that Vic's
tip became as super-sensitive as mine about half-way
through orgasm. I tightened my grip on his shaft and
held his foreskin tightly back, putting erotic tension
on his frenulum to maintain the momentum of his orgasm
without friction as I pursed my lips against the
rounded front dome of his throbbing helmet.
	I felt his tip throb against my lips as his slit
poured another stream into my mouth. Vic was moaning
helplessly throughout, lost in the lofty world of his
sensations. The next stream was weaker, without the
forceful pressure of previous jets, and the following
one just drooled from his tip. I savored the delicious
pungent saltiness of his fluid as it coated my tongue,
vicariously enjoying the orgasm I was giving him. I
knew exactly what he was feeling because he'd given me
the same just a minute earlier.
	Vic's penis continued to seep his life-juice as it
lost its hardness, and I eagerly sucked the residue
from his tip as he'd done to me. I felt the tension
leave his body as he rolled against me, and I pulled
his foreskin toward me to protect the precious head.
My head was toward the foot of the bed, and I swiveled
around to lie face to face with him. He hugged me to
him and I heard him speak:
	"Thanks. That was awesome." I wrapped my arms around
him as I allowed myself to relax at last, satisfied
that I'd given him the necessary relief. We fell
asleep together.
	In the morning we showered and dressed to get ready
for the new work day. Over a light breakfast of coffee
and croissants that we found at a local eatery, I
promised Vic that I'd try to find a way to get rid of
his unwelcome tenants:
	"I'm not sure what I can do personally, apart from
driving a wrecking ball into their offices," I began,
"but I think there are other ways to get this problem
solved. I'll check with a couple of friends and let
you know, may even this evening." We parted on this
note.

Continued in Part 2