Date: Thu, 10 Aug 2006 14:26:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lawsuit, Part 2, Adult Friends, 2/?

Lawsuit, Part 2
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	After leaving Vic I went to my office and made a
couple of phone calls to follow up on my promise to
him. To my gratification they produced quick results.
I tried to give the good news to Vic right away but he
was out of his office and I had to leave him a message
to call me with Grace, his secretary. When he returned
my call during the middle of the afternoon I told him
that I had some good news and invited him to meet me
at my house that evening.
	When Vic arrived at six I led him to my kitchen and a
moment later the bell rang. It was the delivery from a
local pizzeria, and I brought the two boxes into the
kitchen.
	"How do you like it, anchovies? The other one is
sausage and pepperoni." At that moment the bell rang
again. I answered it and led in my other two visitors,
who were both in our age bracket.
	"This is Rocco and Percy," I said, nodding toward the
new arrivals. "This is my friend Vic." Vic stood and
shook hand with the man nearer to him, a slender
bespectacled guy with a badge and a Glock 17 on his
belt.
	"Hi, Percy," he said.
	"No, he's not Percy," I corrected him. He's Rocco,
and he's a police detective who heads the Code
Enforcement Team here."
	"I'm Percy," said the tall, well-muscled man who
stood next to Rocco. Percy's olive complexion, square
jaw, and broken nose gave the impression of a barroom
brawler, although in real life he was soft-spoken and
studious.
	"Okay, now that we've got that straightened out,
let's eat," I suggested. As we ate, Rocco explained
his team's functions to Vic:
	"The Code Enforcement Team was originally set up to
rid the city of sleazy motels, apartments, bars, and
other businesses that served as fronts for all sorts
of illegal activities. We'd found that some places
served as focal points for crime. For example, one bar
we closed down was infested with drug dealers and
gun-runners. A motel had mainly prostitutes and their
johns as guests."
	"A no-tell motel?" Vic interjected.
	"Right. You get the idea. Anyway, we inspect these
places for violations of the building code, housing
code, fire code, health code, and anything else we can
apply. We issue a citation for any violation and they
have 30 days to correct the problem. If they don't,
they're history. We can and have shut them down."
	"I asked Rocco if he could help out with this
problem," I added.
	"We'll take a look at them next Monday morning,"
Rocco said. "Percy here is the health department
inspector. He might be able to make the most
substantial contribution because we're talking about a
medical office and surgical clinic." Percy nodded.
	"I've got a lot of rules to enforce," he began. "I'm
pretty sure I can find something that these fuckers
are doing wrong, some corners they're cutting. It'll
be my pleasure."
	"We'd both like to close these guys down, or at least
make life as hard as possible for them," Rocco
continued. "People like these chopped my penis when I
was born, taking advantage of my parents' ignorance.
Good thing more parents are refusing to have their
sons clipped these days. I think the rate's down to 50
percent."
	"It's even better in Canada," I interjected. "It's
only about 20 percent up there. The provincial
governments won't pay for it under their socialized
medicine plans. Only a few nuts up there are still
promoting circumcision."
	""When I was nine I had my tonsils out," Percy said.
"While I was under the anesthetic they also took off
my foreskin, just like that. I hadn't been having any
trouble with it. It slid back easily for washing, but
they sliced and diced me anyway. I've felt incomplete
ever since, and I've always been pissed about that."
Vic and I listened sympathetically.
	"Now I hate to eat and run, but I've got to get
home," Percy continued. "I promised the wife and my
boy that I'd take them to a movie tonight." He got up
as I rose to usher him out. After a round of
handshaking he headed for the door.
	"You two are lucky," Rocco reflected as he bit into
another slice of anchovy pizza. "You're among the
minority that escaped the chop." I patted his shoulder
sympathetically.
	"After Percy's nasty experience he made sure that his
son didn't get clipped when he was born," I explained
to Vic.
	"Percy can be a pretty intimidating guy," Rocco
added. "Right after his son was born the doctor tried
to high-pressure his wife into signing a consent form
for the circumcision. Percy caught up with him in the
hospital parking lot and made it clear that his son
was coming home with everything he'd been born with.
He didn't lay a hand on him or even make a specific
threat, but after that little meeting the doctor
forgot all about clipping the kid."
	"That's a story that ended well," Vic commented. "I
just wish all parents were so conscientious." He
shuddered. "Just the thought on someone taking a knife
to my dick makes me nervous."
	"Well, we expect to go in with the whole team on
Monday. We'll even have a fire inspector with us to
check that they have enough extinguishers on hand."
Rocco nodded vehemently as he spoke.
	"Feel like a dip in my Jacuzzi?" I asked. Both Rocco
and Vic nodded and seconds later we were stripping
down in the room holding the pool. I switched on the
pump and bubbles began rising through the water.
	I'd seen Rocco's prick before, and knew that he was
hung about average, a three-inch "grower" that
expanded to about six when hard. Vic gave his crotch a
long look, seeing Rocco's mutilation for the first
time. Rocco noticed Vic's stare and commented:
	"That's what they did to me, you see. Think of how
you'd feel if you were me." Rocco had a handsome
prick, but instead of a long tapering foreskin
shrouding the perfect helmet, there was a jagged scar
behind the rim. Rocco's shaft was two-toned, darker
behind the cut and lighter in tone forward of it. The
thin neck emphasized the flare of his glans, which had
a sexy upturned rim like mine.
	"Okay, let's get in and enjoy ourselves," I
suggested. We lowered ourselves into the water, and I
felt Rocco's fingers around my prick.
	"You've got a nice tip on yours," he commented. "I
can always see its outline through your skin." Turning
to Vic, he said:
	"Yours is nice too. It looks as if your tip's as big
as Jack's, because it shows through the skin too."
	"Yeah, we've all got the helmet type," Vic said. "I'm
sorry yours isn't covered with foreskin like ours."
	"I'll just have to live with it," Rocco said.
"Meanwhile, I can help to see that the maniacs who
like to mutilate babies have a hard time." I felt his
squeeze the end of my prick as he spoke, and my prick
responded. Vic was sitting on the other side of Rocco
and he moved his arm. I guessed that he'd begun giving
Rocco's helmet a few rhythmic squeezes. Rocco glanced
at him and reached under the water, and the look on
Vic's face told me that his prick was getting
attention as well.
	"Yours is about the same size as ours," Vic said
after a few seconds, during which he'd been able to
stimulate Rocco to full erection."
	"Yeah, we all have about six inches," I confirmed.
	"You guys have really long foreskins," Rocco added.
"I like that. That means I can give you nice long
strokes."
	"We'll give your prick some of those long strokes
once we get some lube on it," I said to encourage him.
I cupped his scrotum in my other hand. I felt him push
my foreskin down off the head, and now his fingertips
lightly explored the contours of my naked glans. Our
foreplay continued for several more minutes without
words, as we became totally engrossed in handling each
other's hot aroused pricks.
	"Let's dry off so we can continue," I said. We got
out of the Jacuzzi and took towels from the stack next
to the pool. Our erections stood out proudly ahead of
us as we toweled ourselves, and when we were dry I led
the way to the bedroom, where a queen-sized bed
awaited us. On the bedside table were condoms and
several bottles and jars of lubricant.
	Vic and I had slid our foreskins forward as we'd
dried ourselves, and Rocco sat on the bed, eying them
enviously. I stood in front of him, my prick pointing
at his face, and said:
	"Help yourself." His fingers wrapped around my
foreskin-covered head and he began sliding the hood
cautiously back and forth. Meanwhile, Vic sat next to
him and began anointing his penis with Albolene, which
we knew from experience that many circumcised men
preferred because it's non-drying. Vic began sliding
his fist up and down Rocco's prick, occasionally
giving it a slight twist for an extra dose of
sensation.
	"You weren't cut as badly as some I've seen," Vic
stated. "You've still got your gee-string. Some guys
got that chopped off too."
	"Be grateful for small favors," Rocco said
ironically. He was delicately stripping my foreskin
back all the way and then bringing it forward again to
cover the head completely and form a pucker in front.
"I really love working that skin," he said.
	"Makes you hot, doesn't it?" Vic asked him.
	"Oh, it really does. Now that I've got two handsome
uncut dicks next to me I'm in seventh heaven."
	"Want to change partners?" I asked Rocco. He nodded
and I sat next to him and took over from Vic, who now
stood and moved in front of Rocco. As my fist slid
slowly up and down Rocco's well-lubricated prick I
watched him grasp Vic's penis tentatively, palpating
the head through its enveloping hood. He gave the
foreskin a slight twist, and then began drawing it
back to expose the front dome of Vic's helmet.
	"You've got a longer slit than Jack," Rocco told Vic
as he peeled back his foreskin. "When I push back the
skin the lips spread." As he spoke I noticed a large
drop of clear natural lubricant pour from between the
lips of the slit, rolling down to blend in with the
foreskin. Rocco pulled the foreskin toward him,
spreading the fluid over the front dome, and then
pushed it back farther than before, enough to expose
about half the helmet.
	"I love that sliding foreskin action," he said
fervently as he pushed Rocco's hood back to bare the
head entirely. "I noticed you've got those little
bumps around the rim just like Jack's got. Those are
nerve endings, aren't they?"
	"Yes they are," I said, picking up the thread. "I
think you've got them too but they're not as visible."
I gave his hard prick as couple of full-fisted twists
to enhance his sensations.
	"Ooooohhhh, that's nice," Rocco whispered. "Don't
make me come yet. I want to play with your dicks a
while longer and make you guys come. Then when I
finally get my nuts off it'll feel better for me." He
wrapped his lips around Vic's exposed glans and began
pumping his head back and forth. This had an immediate
effect on Vic, and I saw his body tense.
	"I'd better lie down or I'll collapse when I get
off," Vic said as he moved to place himself flat on
the bed. Nobody was handling my prick but my erection
remained firm because of what I was seeing. I slowed
my strokes on Rocco's penis to avoid bringing on his
orgasm before he wanted it. Now I just held his shaft
in my hand and ran my index finger across the lips of
his slit to maintain his excitement.
	Vic's balls were pulling up into his body as I
watched. Rocco was now pumping his mouth vigorously on
Vic's erection trapped inside his mouth. Rocco's right
fist was wrapped tightly around the base of Vic's
shaft, keeping the foreskin drawn back all the way and
maintaining a delicious tension on Vic's frenulum.
	The combination was irresistible. Vic's stomach
muscles tightened visibly and his legs began to
tremble as Rocco twisted his head, running his lips
sideways around the corona of Vic's bulging helmet.
Vic began to grunt as his body responded, and his eyes
closed. I knew from experience that now Vic's entire
world was in his prick, and he was totally engrossed
in the sensations Rocco was giving him. Rocco had also
closed his eyes, focusing on sucking Vic's hard and
swollen glans.
Now Vic grunted hard and his hips bucked, thrusting
upward and pushing his prick deeper into Rocco's
mouth. I saw Rocco's Adam's apple bob and I knew he
was swallowing the first of Vic's copious loads. Vic
grunted again, carried away in a glorious spasm of
joyful agony, and Rocco swallowed again. Rocco was
pumping his head rapidly up and down now, his lips
compressing Vic's swollen corona with each stroke,
working hard to intensify Vic's orgasm and suck more
life juice into his mouth.
Vic's hips bucked again with the third release of
sperm, and Rocco's Adam's apple bobbed again. Now
Rocco backed off somewhat, lifting his head to release
Vic's swollen and throbbing glans, keeping his lips
pursed on the front dome of the helmet to form a seal
around the slit. I watched Vic's prick jerk in Rocco's
fist as he let off another load. Rocco kept the
foreskin drawn tightly back from the swollen purple
helmet, stretching the nerve endings without the
friction that might cause Vic distress now that his
glans had attained its heightened sensitivity.
Vic's penis jerked in ever weaker spasms until he was
drained, having discharged all of his juice into
Rocco's eager mouth. He began to relax visibly as
Rocco lifted his head and carefully eased the foreskin
forward over the wet and still-swollen glans.
"I'm so hot from feeling him cream," Rocco said as he
stared at me with pleading eyes. I knew that his
turgid prick must be aching for relief. His helmet was
fully engorged, dark purple, and glistening with its
slick coating of Albolene. I began sliding my fist
lightly over the nerve endings, testing how much
stimulation would be needed to make him discharge.
Rocco lay back on the bed next to Vic, who still had
his eyes closed, and I massaged his shaft and glans in
long sensual strokes, knowing that he was primed for a
hot orgasm.
Rocco began breathing deeply, and the rate increased
as I began stroking him faster. I saw a drop of clear
fluid part the lips of his slit, and knew his body was
responding to my loving caresses. His breathing
increased to gasps as his sensations mounted rapidly,
and within seconds he was moaning hard, overwhelmed by
both the psychic stimulation of having made Vic come
and the strokes I was applying to his swollen prick.
The rim of his helmet felt hard beneath my fingers as
I twisted my fist to bring on his climax, and now he
yelped with the onset of orgasm. I felt his prick
throb between my fingers and then a long string of
white cream shot upward from his slit to land on his
prick and my tightly encircling fingers. The friction
had made his prick and my fingers so hot that his
sperm actually felt cool against my skin. I twisted my
fist again on the back-stroke and Rocco yelped again,
his eyes closed and his beautiful prick releasing
another long rope of sperm.
	I pumped away at his shaft and glans, bringing forth
another yelp and another stream of juice. Rocco's hips
were bucking, and only his tightly contracted scrotum
kept his testicles from bouncing around. I gave his
helmet another twist, concentrating on the flaring
rim, as I brought my fist up to envelop it. The dark
purple glans spit another discharge that landed on his
stomach.
	I swept my fist down in a twisting motion, stroking
him aggressively, confident that the sensations in his
circumcised glans were too dull to suffer
hyper-sensitivity in mid-orgasm. Rocco yelped again as
his glans spit at me. When I gave him the upward
stroke, the resulting discharge was weaker, and he
didn't yelp. I continued stroking him until he jets
had relented to a slow seepage and his prick had begun
to soften in my fist.
	"I heard him coming," Vic said, looking at both me
and Rocco. "You really got him off." Vic had raised
himself and now we sat silently for a moment, sharing
the satisfaction of having given orgasms to rampant
pricks.
	"You still haven't come," Vic observed. "I think
you're ready for one." He was right. My prick was
full-hard, my swollen helmet dark purple ahead of its
collar of wrinkled foreskin, and a drop of clear lube
filled my teardrop shaped orifice. Vic leaned over and
grasped my prick in the middle of my shaft, drawing
the skin back from where it filled my groove behind
the head. He lowered his head and I felt his soft warm
lips on my glans, caressing it lovingly. Now Rocco had
recovered and sat up watching us.
	"That's it, Vic," he said. "Give it to him the way I
gave it to you. When you came, I felt every throb of
your helmet in my mouth." Vic's lips slid down over my
wet glans, now compressing my corona and dropping into
the groove behind it. His fist tugged at my shaft skin
in little jerks, stretching the nerve endings with
erotic pulses. I lay back to enjoy the inevitable.
	I felt Rocco's hand cupping my contracted scrotum as
Vic's lips began twisting around my corona and the
nerve-filled groove behind it. I tried to remain
relaxed to prolong the delicious sensations, but I
knew that it was only a matter of time until I'd be
lost in the frenzy of orgasm. I felt the sensation
build up in my helmet as Vic licked the underside with
his tongue while his lips worked on my corona. The
first gentle tickle came when his tongue probed my
meatus, and it spread under the glans as his
tongue-tip moved to my tightly-stretched frenulum. Now
the tickling feeling spread up both side of my rim,
and I knew that I was poised on the brink.
	My helmet was so hot and hard, the flesh so tightly
distended, that it ached for the release of orgasm.
Between Rocco kneading my nuts and Vic's hot mouth on
my prick, I knew I'd be unable to hold out any longer,
and I abandoned myself to the sensations. My eyes
closed as the tickle in my tip changed deliciously
into a hot tingle that spread all over my helmet, from
front dome to swollen rim.
	The hot tingle exploded, and I cried out in joyful
agony as the first jet surged into my urethra and
charged upward in a searing hot blast that turned my
brain to mush. I became a mass of sensation as Vic's
lips pulled another hot gush of cream from my prick.
My entire body writhed in blissful agony as the
orgasm's fury washed over me.
	Vic twisted his lips around my corona as his tongue
drilled my orifice and I felt my hips buck as a third
torrent of fluid gushed through my prick. As the
fourth spasm swept through me I felt his lips move up
to purse around my slit. Vic was well aware that my
tip, like his became overly sensitive during orgasm,
and he skillfully kept the tension on the skin of my
prick to maintain the momentum of my orgasm.
	My next discharge was also heavenly, but weaker. I
was emptying myself into his mouth, joyfully, eagerly,
but I knew that it would end soon. Weaker contractions
now gripped the root of my prick and I knew that my
jets had turned to a flow, which was now a mere seep.
Gradually I  relaxed, sinking helplessly into the
daze.
	Minutes later I opened my eyes to see Rocco wiping
the cream from his body. Vic had lapped the residue
from my tip and now he was gently easing the
protective foreskin up to cover it. Now he leaned
forward, lowering his head to kiss me tenderly on the
lips.
	We were all exhausted and we cuddled together in
relaxation, waiting for the sleep that would soon
overtake us. It did and we slept until morning.


Continued in Part 3