Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 09:46:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro <jackinnm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lawsuit, Part 3, Adult Friends, 3/?

Lawsuit, Part 3
By Jackinnm@yahoo.com

	Monday came and I knew that the Code Enforcement Team
had paid the Downtown Circumcision Center a visit
because Rocco phoned that afternoon and asked if we
could get together that evening. I told him to come at
six, and that I'd have some takeout Chinese food for
us. Vic was out of town, but I'd pass the news along
to him upon his return.
	As we dug into the food, Rocco informed me of that
morning's events:
	"We got there early, me, Percy, a fire inspector, and
a building inspector. Believe me, we had an easy time
finding violations. I'm the only one who didn't write
a citation because I didn't find anything criminal,
like a bookie operation or a drug lab. Percy found a
bunch of things, such as they were throwing used
needles and scalpel blades into an ordinary trash can
instead of a sharps container. The fire inspector
found that they didn't have a single certified
extinguisher in the whole place and a couple of the
smoke detectors didn't work because of dead batteries.
The building inspector found that they'd installed a
staircase that wasn't up to code and they never got a
permit to build it, anyway. They're got 30 days to
comply or face a fine. As a start, they have to get
rid of the staircase. If they keep it up, we can close
them down."
	"That sounds like good news," I said. "I know Vic's
gonna be pleased."
	"I'm not going to shed tears over those bastards,"
continued Rocco. "While we were there they were
circumcising a baby in one of the rooms. He was crying
his lungs out and Percy asked one of the doctors if
they'd given the kid anesthesia. The doctor smirked
and said that the anesthetic didn't take but they were
going ahead anyway. That made my blood boil."
	"Brings back bad memories, I guess."
	"Yeah, and I wonder how bad a job they did on that
kid. I hope it wasn't as bad as what they did to me."
Rocco wore a jagged circumcision scar as a memento of
his newborn mutilation, and last time he'd been here
he'd said it must have been made with a chain saw.
	After we'd finished we went into the living room,
where I asked Rocco how often he thought of his infant
mutilation.
	"Every time I take out my cock to pee or I undress to
take a shower. I've always got that scar there to
remind me."
	"I'm sorry you went through that," I sympathized. I
know now how lucky I was."
	"I'd like to see your cock again," he said. "I really
get a thrill playing with a foreskin and imagining
it's my own." I stood and said:
	"Okay, let's go," and led the way into the bedroom.
We quickly undressed and set our eyes on each other's
groins. We both had average penises, about three
inches long limp, and medium scrotums. We were both
"growers," not "showers." Our pricks expanded to about
six inches with erection. Both were well proportioned,
the main difference between his and mine was that his
had a thick jagged scar behind the dry, leathery
helmet shaped head. My glans was covered by a long
tapering foreskin that bulged over the prominent
corona. Now we sat on the bed, where Rocco took my
foreskin nipple between his fingers, stretching out
the thick fleshy sheath.
	"Stretching out your skin makes the head really stand
out," he commented.
	"It sure gets the wrinkles out of my foreskin," I
riposted. "It feels good, too." I felt my penis start
to swell with the stimulation, and I grasped the
prominent glans of his penis between two fingers,
giving it the rhythmic squeezes that I knew would
arouse him. He looked at me tenderly as he felt his
penis respond.
	A few seconds later we were fully hard, and I shifted
my grip on his helmet, placing my thumb on his flaring
rim and my index finger pressing into the hot spot
underneath. Rocco began to slip my long foreskin back
and I saw the puckered opening stretch as it expanded
over the front dome of my glans.
	"You've got a nice teardrop shaped opening," he said.
As he spoke I saw a drop of clear liquid part the lips
of his long slit and I moved my index finger to spread
the lubricant in small circles around his orifice.
	"I'm going to make your tip wet," I said. "You're
really leaking fluid and I'll work it in." Now he
pulled my foreskin up to encase my helmet completely
and form a thick pucker at the end.
	"I like playing with your skin and slipping my tongue
inside it," he said as he put his lips to my pucker. I
felt his tongue insinuate itself into my foreskin's
nipple, probing for my orifice. When his tongue
touched it, I felt what seemed to be a slight electric
shock in the front dome of my glans, and the root of
my prick contracted reflexively. Now he pulled my hood
down again, this time slowly uncovering the helmet
right to the rim. "Your tip's always covered, and it's
wet and shiny. I know it's a lot more sensitive than
mine." He pulled my foreskin all the way up again and
held it forward, gently squeezing the puckered end.
	"I know playing with my foreskin gets you hot," I
said. "I'm glad it does. Play with it all you want."
By now his slit was steadily seeping lube, and I
worked to spread it all over the head because I knew
that wet friction was far more exciting than working
his prick dry. At the same time I felt a drop of lube
crawling up my urethra toward the end.
	"Now I'll skin you all the way back," he said, and he
slowly uncovered my glans, eyes fixed on it, until the
thick foreskin dropped into the deep groove behind the
head, bunching up in thick wrinkles. "I love the man
smell of your cock," he continued. "That's a turn-on
right there." I, too, smelled the rich masculine aroma
of my uncircumcised foreskin and glans, and I was
happy it was affecting him so deeply.
	He lowered his head and I felt his soft lips envelop
my helmet, starting at the dome and working down until
they surrounded my rim. Now he pulled down hard on my
shaft-skin, drawing the foreskin down and away from
the rim and baring the groove behind it. His lips
locked into the groove as his tongue-tip tickled my
orifice.
	I shifted my position and he followed, until we were
in "69." I opened my mouth and took in his helmet,
savoring the rich salty flavor of his copious
lubricant. We were by now so excited that our balls
had contracted, drawn up against our bodies. His
tongue and lips played their magic with my engorged
shaft and helmet, caressing the nerve endings, and I
felt my prick engorge even more. My rim swelled until
it almost burst, and I knew that if we continued much
longer I'd lose my cream in his mouth. Fortunately he
removed his mouth to speak:
	"I know your cock's so much more sensitive than mine.
I stopped to find out if you want to come yet, or wait
awhile." As he spoke my lips encircled his corona and
I twisted my head to provide that delicious sideways
friction we both found so exciting. Now I stopped and
replied:
	"It's all right. Just go at your own speed. I'll come
before you anyway, and I know that is a big turn-on
for you."
	"It'll take you awhile to make me come," he said. "My
cock's not very sensitive and you might even have to
finish me ff by hand."
	"I'll do better than that," I suggested. "I've got a
vibrator in the drawer and I want to see how it works
on you." Now he put his mouth on my prick again,
engulfing the helmet right to the groove as he
maintained the tension on my shaft skin to give him
unobstructed access to my groove and rim. His
tongue-tip drilled into my orifice as his lips
compressed my flaring corona and then began twisting
around it. The hot sideways friction gave me a hot
jolt of sensation as he worked on my rim, and I felt
more hot drops of lube crawling up my tube. Rocco
broke free for a moment and said:
	"Your lube tastes good. You're really hot now. I can
see that your helmet got darker." Now he put his lips
around my helmet again and resumed the delicious
caresses he knew would soon drive me to orgasm. His
tongue-tip probed between the lips of my orifice, and
the tickling feeling began there. It was a mild tickle
at first, but it became more intense as it spread down
the body of my glans into my corona, where his lips
intensified it.
	Now I was feeling the tickle all over the head, as
well as an ache that told me my helmet was at the
bursting point, ready to release my sperm. The tickle
changed to a hot tingle that filled my engorged glans,
and I removed my mouth from his prick. The tingle
built up until I couldn't stand it anymore, and then
it exploded, shooting down my shaft to the root to
unleash the first spasm.
	I clenched my teeth as the root of my prick
contracted and spewed a torrent of hot sperm into my
urethra. I cried out helplessly as I felt it burn its
way up my prick and slam through the lips of my
orifice. My world exploded as I  tumbled into the
free-fall of my orgasm, and I gasped and grunted in
release.
	I felt Rocco's teeth lightly scrape the broad upper
surface of my glans to trigger my next contraction,
and another hot jet poured into my tube, searing its
way up to my opening. I grunted in blissful agony as
the sensations filled my body and my cream filled his
mouth. Now his lips circled my corona again, sending
more tingles down my prick, and I howled as my
ejaculatory muscles tightened to shoot more juice into
my prick.
	I felt him remove his mouth from my throbbing helmet
but he kept his grip on the base of my prick, giving
the skin several gentle tugs to stretch the nerve
endings in my foreskin and gee-string. This
stimulation triggered more heavenly spasms deep inside
me, and I shot again and again, but not with the same
force as before. Then my contractions faded and I
began to relax, sinking into the post-orgasmic daze.
	When I opened my eyes Rocco was still beside me,
fully hard. He was very excited from having made me
come, and my fingers were still around his penis,
gently squeezing his engorged glans. I let go of his
prick for a moment to pull my foreskin up to cover my
now shrunken helmet. He hadn't tried because he knew
that my tip remained overly sensitive for a couple of
minutes after orgasm.
	"That was terrific," he said. "When you started
shooting I felt every throb of your big helmet in my
mouth. You blew your load but it was a big turn-on for
me feeling that."
	"It's your turn now," I said.
	"I'm really worked up but since my tip isn't as
sensitive as yours it's going to take me longer."
	"I've got something special planned for you," I said
as I took the vibrator from the bedside table's
drawer. "I'm sure you've used a vibrator before,
haven't you?" He nodded.
	"A vibrator's really good on a circumcised penis
because the vibrations reach deep inside to hit the
nerve endings that haven't been dulled by
circumcision," he said. I pointed to the vibrator's
cup.
	"Most vibrators have a small cup with slits that
expand to fit over different sized heads. They're
one-size-fits-all. I made this cup out of plastic and
it's custom molded to my helmet. Since your head's the
same size and shape as mine I think it will be a
perfect fit for you. The sensations will be more
intense because the flange fits right behind the rim,
and you'll feel the vibrations all over." I spread
some Albolene over the inside of the cup and gently
slipped it onto his glans as I stabilized his shaft
with my other hand. The lubricated cup slid easily,
engulfing his helmet perfectly.
	"You're right, Jack. That seems a perfect fit."
	"Ready?" I asked. He nodded and I pushed the switch.
I felt the buzzing in my hand immediately and saw his
eyes widen is surprise and delight. I pushed him flat
on the bed and twisted the vibrator very slightly, so
that the sensations shifted subtly around his glans.
	"Ooooohhhh," he groaned as the sensations built in
his tip. His glans was resonating with the vibrator's
buzzing. I knew that he'd be totally unable to hold
back because of their intensity.
	"Feel it reaching deep inside you?" I asked.
	"Oh, yeah," he whispered through clenched teeth. I
knew these would be the last words he'd be able to
utter before the vibrator drew the orgasm from him.
	"Now I'm going to turn the power to HIGH," I said as
I slid the switch to its second position. I felt the
buzzing intensify as the device poured its vibrations
into his straining glans, and saw his body stiffen as
his eyes rolled back. His moans were very loud now,
and became heavy grunts as his body filled with
sensation. His balls were tight against his body and I
felt his shaft stiffen even more between my encircling
fingers. His stomach muscles tightened and his legs
began to tremble as the captivating sensations
dominated his consciousness.
	"OWWWW!" he bellowed as he tumbled into the free-fall
of orgasm. I felt a heavy throb in his shaft as the
first gush of cream shot up toward his glans. His hips
bucked as if to thrust his helmet deeper into the
vibrator cup that was providing him such pleasure.
	His hips bucked again as he howled with joy with the
second heavy throb, and now I saw his white cream
beginning to leak from between the base of the cup and
his shaft. I felt his shaft throb a third time and his
hips bucked again as the irresistible sensations
forced another heavy ejaculation from him. I
concentrated on keeping the vibrator cup centered on
his throbbing helmet as his hips bucked, to maintain
the flow of sensations that were driving his orgasm.
	I was surprised when his hand came down, sweeping the
vibrator away. His helmet was dark purple beneath a
thick viscous coat of cream, and as I watched another
spurt erupted from between the lips of his long slit
to land on his stomach.
	"Too sensitive," he muttered, and then I realized
that, while normally his glans did not become overly
sensitive during orgasm, this time the vibrations were
so intense that they had become intolerable. I
maintained my grip on his shaft and stroked him up and
down, my fingers sliding on the cream that was
dribbling down his prick. This maintained the momentum
of his orgasm and he blew two more loads before his
streams relented to a dribble.
	The cream settled in his pubic bush as his body
relaxed. He lay very still for several minutes,
totally spent by the fury of his orgasm.
	"Want to take a shower?" I asked when he'd revived.
	"Good idea," he replied, and we went into the
bathroom. We relished the feeling of the hot water
flowing over our bodies, and Rocco soaped up his
crotch copiously to get rid of the congealing cream.
	"That hot water on my tip makes me want to pee," he
said.
	"Go ahead," I replied. "I pee in the shower too. I'm
getting the urge too." I saw the thick stream
spreading the lips of his long slit as he let go.
	"You skin back to pee, don't you?" he asked.
	"Not in the shower," I replied as I pinched the end
of my foreskin nipple shut. We watched as my foreskin
began to distend, and when it was fully ballooned out,
I let go. Now I squeezed my sphincter to stop the flow
momentarily while I grasped his prick, pulling his
helmet into my foreskin. I relaxed, allowing my stream
to flow again and bathe his glans and mine with its
warmth. He got a dreamy look which I could well
understand, as he'd probably never experienced
anything like this before.
	"That feels nice, your pee flowing over my helmet,"
he murmured. "I've heard of guys docking but never did
it. I'd like to do that one of these days, since your
skin's long enough to fit over my dick."
	"Your prick's soft right now. I don't know if it
would fit inside my foreskin if you were hard. You've
got a helmet just as big as mine, and I don't know if
there'd be enough room inside for both tips if we were
both hard."
	"Well, we could try it," Rocco replied. "The worst
that could happen is that it wouldn't fit."
	"Okay, Rocco, that'll be something to try next time.

Continued in Part 4