Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 11:32:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: jack santoro <jacksantoro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lawsuit, Part 5, Adult Friends, MM, Oral, Docking, 5/?

                                Lawsuit, Part 5

                            By Jacksantoro@yahoo.com



       Rocco was not going to let me forget my promise to dock his
circumcised helmet inside my foreskin, and he phoned me several days
later. I suggested that he come over Saturday morning, and so he did.
       I was only part-way through a pot of coffee when he arrived and I
invited him to have a cup with me. As it was warm inside the house I
suggested that he get naked, as I was. He eagerly stripped down and then
sat in the chair next to mine with his equipment on display. As we sipped
our coffee I noted that his penis, limp, was about three inches, like
mine, and I remembered that we were both "growers," with erections that
topped out at around six inches.
       At the end of his prick was a helmet much like mine, with upturned
rim, but a dull pink shade instead of my glossy purple. Behind the corona
was a jagged scar, a permanent memento of how his body had been violated
shortly after he'd been born.
       "You've heard what happened at the building, didn't you?" he
asked.
       "I heard about it from Vic, who owns the building. The lady who
fell down the stairs is suing the hell out of them. Vic's lawyer told
him that the doctors are totally liable, since they put in the stairs
without his permission."
       "That was a few days ago," Rocco said. "The latest happened
Thursday. Some woman brought in a newborn baby to be circumcised. The
baby wasn't hers. She was a neighbor of the parents and while she was
watching the baby she changed his diaper. She saw he hadn't been cut and
got the idea that he needed circumcision. Maybe she thought the parents
just forgot to have it done."
       "I think I see what's coming," I said. Rocco nodded and
continued:
       "Right. The parents emphatically did not want the kid clipped.
The father had been clipped, like me, and he hated it so much he said he
would never allow any son of his to be butchered. Now the neighbor did a
stupid thing and he brought charges against her. I had the pleasure of
taking the case when he walked into headquarters and I arrested her
myself. She seemed like a really neurotic bitch, and I was a little
surprised that the parents entrusted their kid to her."
       "Now I bet the doctors are in trouble too, aren't they?" I
asked. Rocco continued:
       "Oh, yes, for sure! They're in deep, deep shit, because they cut
that kid without parents' consent. Their consent form requires both
parents' signatures, but they slipped up and this time accepted only the
woman's signature. She used her own name, and claimed the kid was her
son. That's negligence. They're going to sue both the neighbor and the
clinic for all they've got." He finished his coffee and I picked up
both cups and placed them in the sink. We then went into the bedroom, our
favorite place to play.
       As we sat side by side on the bed Rocco began rolling the nipple
of my long foreskin between thumb and forefinger. We watched as my prick
began to fill out, and soon there was no nipple left to grasp, only a
pucker just beyond my swollen glans. I'd been gently squeezing Rocco's
helmet as he'd worked on me, and his prick had responded, filling out to
its full six inches.
       "You can see that docking isn't quite what some people
believe," I said. "I've got a lot of foreskin, but also a lot of
helmet, and now my foreskin's all filled up with my meat. I wouldn't be
able to get much over your tip, even stretching the skin."
       "That means you've got to lose that erection," he responded.
"I'll make you come first, then." He began stroking my foreskin gently
up and down, in very short strokes at first, but gradually increasing the
travel. The pucker stretched to reveal my meatus before he brought It up
to encase my helmet totally. Then he drew it down again, a little
farther, until the opening was the size of a dime.
       "Want me to lube your prick?" I asked.
       "No, not until you're ready to take it inside your skin," he
replied. "I want to be sure I don't come before you do, and if you lube
me I might lose it too soon." I continued squeezing his glans, certain
that this would maintain his erection without the danger of driving him
over the edge. I also knew that working with my foreskin was very
arousing for him. The warmth and gentle strength of his fingers easing my
foreskin sensually over the contours of my helmet were supremely arousing
for me. I felt a sensation of tightness as my scrotum contracted, drawing
my balls closer to my body.
       "I just love that skin," Rocco murmured as he continued to work
my hood up and down my engorged glans. "I like the way it slides over
your tip." Now he had my foreskin halfway down the taper of my glans,
and the stretching had thinned it out. His fingers urged the hood up
again and the pucker reformed at the end as it closed over the front dome
of my helmet. He lowered his head and I felt the tip of his hot tongue
insinuate itself into the foreskin pucker, probing for my meatus. I
wanted to do the same to him but was afraid that the feel of my hot mouth
on his prick would trigger him.
       "I love that slit, the way it's shaped like a teardrop," Ronnie
commented as he lifted his head for a couple of seconds. Now he probed
deeper into my pucker and I felt his tongue-tip tickling my gaping slit.
He swiped across it several times, sending thrills into my swollen
tissues. He was intent on subduing my erection as soon as possible so
that he could dock with my foreskin, and this showed in his efforts. He
stripped my foreskin down all the way and locked his lips into the deep
groove behind my flaring corona, touching nerve endings that rarely saw
the light of day. He pumped his mouth up and down on my helmet several
times before raising his head again to say:
       "I can feel those little bumps on your rim with my lips. Your
rim's very sensitive." He referred to the little buds of sensation that
studded my corona, each with its erotic receptors, eager for the
sensations that would bring me to the peak of excitement. Now his mouth
closed again around my turgid tip and he began rotating his head.
       His lips swiped around my rim and the groove behind it as he
probed my gaping slit with his tongue. I felt his fingers tighten around
my shaft, constricting the veins and making my erection even harder.
Rocco was a sophisticated and experienced oral artist, and I knew that
he'd brought both cut and uncut pricks to hot, shattering orgasms. In my
case he'd have my load soon because there was no way I could resist the
heavy stimulation he was pouring into my prick.
       Now he pushed me flat on the bed as he crouched next to me, one
hand around my prick and the other cupping my scrotum. He was going for
the finish and I tried to remain relaxed, understanding fully that he'd
draw the orgasm from me no matter what.
       The fingers he had tightly clamped around my shaft moved down
slightly, pulling the skin with them and putting tension on my gee-string
that attached my foreskin to the vee-groove under the head. This
stretched the nerve endings, and I felt my excitement mount another
notch. Now Rocco twisted his head more quickly, increasing the pressure
of his lips on my sensitive tissues, and I felt a slight tickle begin in
my hard, engorged rim.
       My prick was as hard as it could be, partly from sheer excitement
and partly from the tight fist that kept the blood trapped in my veins. I
knew that my helmet was fully engorged, hard, glossy, and aching for the
release orgasm would bring. The tickle spread from my rim and groove to
all over my helmet, also fueled by the tongue tip that was drilling my
gaping teardrop slit.
       My breathing was becoming ragged from my excitement, and I felt my
heart pounding in my chest. Rocco's lips, tongue, and hands were all
over my groin, handling my genitals to ensure that I was receiving
maximum stimulation. Now I was becoming so engrossed in the sensations
emanating from my groin that I let go of his prick. The tickle in my
glans changed to a mild tingle, and I knew I wasn't far from the
critical point.
       I began to moan softly as my eyes closed. I was withdrawing from
the world outside, withdrawing into myself as the mounting sensations
demanded more and more of my attention. The tingle in my glans became
stronger and more compelling as Rocco worked his magic mouth over the
sensitive nerve endings. My abdominal muscles tightened and my legs began
trembling. I began to grunt with each jolt of sensation. Suddenly I felt
Rocco's teeth scraping down the broad upper surface of my helmet.
       "HUNH! HUNH! HUNH!" I grunted as the sensations filling the head
of my prick exploded, shooting down my shaft to trigger my ejaculatory
muscles deep inside me. I felt my hips buck, thrusting my prick deeper
into his mouth as the first torrent of sperm squirted into my tube to
rush up my prick. My throbbing helmet hit the back of his throat and the
stream jetted from my gaping slit. I felt his throat muscles clenching
the head of my prick as my insides contracted again, sending another
heavy load gushing from my glans.
       I felt the heavy suction as Rocco shifted his technique, now
sucking hard to draw the jets from my jerking prick. I shot again,
grunting in joyous agony as the sensations of orgasm enveloped me,
rendering me helpless. My glans suddenly became super-sensitive and I
screamed, but Rocco kept sucking hard, his tongue lashing my hard hot
helmet. My body responded and released several more burning jets that
seared their way up my tortured prick.
       I was sobbing when Rocco stopped sucking, and my prick was barely
twitching, the orgasm fading quickly. He delicately drew my foreskin
upward to envelop my glans.
       "That was lovely," he began. "When you started to come I felt
your big helmet throbbing in my mouth, and you almost drowned me with
your cream." I couldn't reply because I was sinking into the daze that
follows orgasm. When I started to recover a couple of minutes later I
opened my eyes and reached for his prick. It was still hard.
       "I've been rock-hard all the time," he said. "Working on your
cock and making you come kept me really excited. If you'd been stroking
me the normal way you would have made me come."
       "I'm glad you didn't," I said. I squeezed his glans, testing
its hardness, and found it at maximum hardness, the surface taut and
glossy. "You're tip's really hard, not spongy," I continued.
       "Your dick's shrinking fast," he commented. "I guess we can
start pretty soon." We shifted our positions so that we faced each
other, pricks ready to connect. I reached for the bottle of Astroglide
and poured several drops into my foreskin, which had resumed its
front-nipple shape as I'd lost my erection.
       "Here, ease it in," I suggested as I held my foreskin's orifice
open for him with thumb and forefinger of both hands. The blunt nose of
his helmet touched my pucker and I realized that I had to stretch it
wider. I pulled outward, spreading the orifice enough for him to
introduce his helmet's front dome, and worked the thick fleshy sleeve
toward the high flaring rim of his glans.
       "Aaaaahhhhh! That feels good, so verrrry goooood," he sighed as
I enveloped his hot hard head totally with my foreskin, forming a circle
with thumb and forefinger of my right hand to lock it in place behind his
rim. My hood did not reach his jagged circumcision scar, which was about
an inch behind the head. I began twisting my foreskin over his helmet,
which was well defined even through my thick foreskin. His swollen glans
filled my hood, pushing my shrunken tip back into the depths of my
foreskin.
       "I'm going to make you shoot your load right into my foreskin,"
I promised him as I continued twisting the hood around his swollen rim. I
already felt some of the lubricant that had seeped between the lips of
his long slit wetting my glans and foreskin. He was primed for orgasm, as
it was long overdue after the vicarious excitement of having made me
come.
       His breathing was heavy and ragged now, as he was becoming caught
up in the compelling sensations of sex and the psychic stimulation of
feeling a foreskin encasing his bulky helmet from dome to rim. Watching
his face, I saw his eyes dance with excitement as I stroked him. Now I
put my other hand between us to cup his balls, which were already drawn
tightly against his body. I carefully and gently kneaded his scrotum to
add to his excitement. He moaned loudly, evidence of his mounting
passion, and I knew that he was helpless in my hands.
       I was glad I'd drained myself only minutes before, because
feeling his helmet inside my foreskin was supremely arousing, and I would
have popped a boner right then if I hadn't had relief just before. As it
was, I was aroused psychologically because I was giving Rocco pleasure in
the best possible way, fulfilling his desire and fantasy of having his
prick stimulated by a foreskin. Knowing that I was having this effect on
him was very pleasurable for me, even though my body didn't respond
erotically.
       I felt the hardness of his glans against my fingers, foreskin, and
my shrunken helmet deep inside. As the pace of his breathing increased I
knew that it would be only a matter of seconds until I felt his tip
throbbing hard with the release of orgasm. His stomach muscles tightened
as he became drawn further into the eroticism of docking, and now his
legs had developed a fine tremor. His jaw clenched, and then he took a
deep breath.
       "AAAHHHHHH!" he bellowed as I felt his hot hard helmet throb
inside my tightly stretched hood. My fingers felt the convulsion in his
groin as a torrent of hot juice blasted out of his long slit to flood my
foreskin. He yelped again in the sweet agony of orgasm as I felt another
heavy throb in his helmet and another rush of cream that swirled around
my glans inside my foreskin. I felt my foreskin ballooning in my fist as
I kept it clamped around his glans, twisting it to maintain the
sensations for him.
       Another gush erupted unseen, but not unfelt, inside my foreskin,
bathing our tips with hot fluid that added to our sensations. Rocco was
crying out again, helpless as the orgasm raged through his body,
transporting him to the height of ecstasy. I followed him vicariously
every moment, enjoying the pleasure I was giving him, as he'd enjoyed
sucking my prick to orgasm only minutes before.
       I felt some of the thick fluid leaking past the end of my
foreskin, where I held it clamped into the groove behind his rim. As he
cried out and another surge of cream poured into my foreskin, more forced
its way past my clamping fingers to spill between us. My foreskin was
stretched to its maximum with his sperm, and I reluctantly loosened my
grip to let his juice flow.
       I kept twisting, as I knew that the thick fluid would mask the
more acute sensations, and drew that last spasms from him. Now we lay
together, pricks still joined my my long tube of skin, while he sank into
the daze that follows the storm.
       Minute later he opened his eyes. He leaned in toward me to plant a
dry kiss on my lips and then said:
       "Oh, Jack, that was hot. I've never felt anything like it." Now
tears came to his eyes. "I wish I still had my skin," he said. I hugged
him to me.
       "When I was coming, my tip didn't get super-sensitive like
yours," he continued. "I wish it had. I wish I could have felt that
last increment in sensation." Tears came to both our eyes as he sobbed
his thoughts to me and I maintained body contact, providing the
reassurance words could not. After a few minutes he spoke again:
       "My sister married a Canadian and they moved to Canada ten years
ago. They've got three boys and none of them was circumcised like
American boys are. More than 50 percent of American boys get clipped,
even today. Maybe six or eight percent of Canadian kids do."
       We dozed off together, not awakening until noon. Then we rose and
took a shower together, Rocco taking great pleasure in pinching the end
of my foreskin shut as we both were watching my hood balloon out with
urine. Then he let go to release the gush that splashed over our calved
before swirling down the drain.
       We'd dried ourselves and were getting dressed, preparing to go
out to lunch, when his cell phone rang. He answered it and listened
intently for a minute before saying:
       "I'm on my way." He turned to me and said:
       "There's just been a shooting. I've got to roll on it because
it's the weekend and I'm on call. One of the three doctors partnered in
that circumcision business just went ape and shot one of the others.
I'll try to let you know what happened." With that, he was out the
door.

Continued in Part 6