Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 15:11:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: jack santoro <jacksantoro@yahoo.com>
Subject: Lawsuit, Part 8, Adult Friends, 8/8

                                Lawsuit, Part 8

                            By Jacksantoro@yahoo.com


       The following morning Rocco phoned at 7:30 and asked if he could
come over. He said he had some interesting news for us and I told him
we'd have coffee waiting. When he arrived fifteen minutes later, he
greeted us perfunctorily, sat down at the kitchen table, and launched
into his account:
       "The first thing is that Doctor Slicer committed suicide in his
cell last night. I don't know why. He didn't leave a note. Few
jailhouse suicides do. He just hanged himself with a towel. A guard doing
a bed check found him while he was still warm. They run bed checks every
hour, so he must have been dead an hour or less. I'd guess he did it
just after the last bed check." He took a long drink of his coffee and I
poured him another.
       "Now I can guess why. He'd never been arrested before. He was in
for something really serious, Murder Two, for killing Cutter. He'd seen
his wife just before evening lockdown. Maybe he just couldn't face
standing trial or pleading out and spending many, many years behind
bars."
       "Well, that's two of the three partners dead in just a couple of
days," I said. "Can't say I'm going to lose any sleep over them."
       "There's more," Rocco continued. "I didn't know it, but
Doctor Butcher, the senior partner, had a bad heart. He was going through
the stress of a divorce, and then one of his partners shot the other. On
top of the lawsuits, it must have been too much for him. He had a heart
attack during the night and he's now in intensive care. They don't know
if he's going to make it."
       "Did he hear the news about Slicer's suicide?" Vic asked.
       "No, he was already unconscious in intensive care when the news
went out on the seven A.M. broadcasts. I can imagine what might happen if
he hears of it now, but they don't have TVs in intensive care. They can
keep him from learning about this for a day or two. It's pretty clear
that if he learns that, on top of everything else, it'll put him in more
danger."
       "These lawsuits might not go anywhere if all three doctors are
dead," I conjectured as I sipped my coffee.
       "No, that's not quite it," said Vic. "I checked with my lawyer
when I heard that Cutter got shot. He said the lawsuits would be against
the doctors' estates instead of them personally. The criminal charge
against Cutter, of course, would stop right then."
       "Now the criminal charge against his killer also stops," pointed
out Rocco. "You can't convict a dead man or send him behind bars."
       "Well, I think I've got to get to work," Vic said, standing up.
He looked at me questioningly before I picked up on what he wanted. Then
I spoke up:
       "Want to come here after work tonight?" I asked Rocco.
       "We'll both be here," added Vic. Rocco's eyes lit up and he
looked at Vic.
       "How about docking after dinner?" he asked, looking at both of
us.
       "That's a promise," I said.
       "I'll bring a pizza," Rocco promised.
       "I'll bring the beer," Vic added.
       At six that evening, Vic was already here when Rocco appeared with
a large pepperoni pizza. Vic had indeed brought beer, and soon we were
devouring the pizza and washing it down with big belts of beer while
Rocco filled us in on the latest:
       "Well, Doctor Butcher died today without regaining consciousness.
He was in ICU when he had a stroke. He was brain-dead, and they pulled
the plug on him at three after obtaining permission from his brother."
The news, as well as the pizza and beer, filled me with a warm glow.
       "That's a clean sweep, I guess," I concluded. Vic had a
satisfied smile on his face, and I knew he shared my feelings. We
finished eating in contemplative silence, and then I led them into the
bedroom. As we undressed Vic said:
       "I docked Jack yesterday. Remember how we'd said our foreskins
weren't long enough to accommodate our big tips? Well, I guess we've
stretched them a bit and I was able to fit his tip all the way inside my
skin while I was hard. I'm sure I can get yours in." Rocco seemed
electrified by the news.
       "Okay, Vic, you dock me. What about Jack?"
       "I guess I could always do Princeton with you," I said. Rocco
was familiar with Princeton, inserting the penis between the thighs, and
he nodded. I pulled a condom and a bottle of Astroglide from the bedside
drawer. Rocco began pulling on Vic's foreskin as he sat between us on
the edge of the queen-size bed. Vic's penis began to swell, and soon it
was rigid, completely filling his thick fleshy hood. Now Rocco began
sliding the foreskin back slowly, in measured stages, to give Vic the
thrill of gradually stretching of the nerve endings.
       I squeezed Rocco's helmet a few times to get the reflex
contractions going in the root of his prick. He responded quickly, and
his prick began engorging as he pulled at the tip of my foreskin with his
left hand. My prick, always sensitive to this kind of manipulation, began
to fill out. Rocco's touch produced a tingle in my prick, not the heavy
kind that brings on orgasm but the light tingle that runs down to the
root and then up my spine.
       "I love that odor," Rocco commented as he slid Vic's foreskin
back enough to uncover the front dome of his helmet and to let some of
his rich masculine fragrance into the air. I knew that Rocco envied me
and Vic for our foreskins and our always moist helmets, with their
delicious smell. The aroma was always arousing to all of us, never
failing to enhance the firmness of our erections because of its
sexuality.
       Rocco was already excited at the thought of docking with Vic, and
it didn't take long for him to get rigid in my hand. Once he was fully
hard, I grasped his shaft skin at the circumcision scar and began
jiggling it against the base of his glans. The gentle shocks against the
base of his glans added to his excitement and his balls began to draw up
against his body. I pulled harder on his shaft-skin on the up-stroke, so
as to compress his rim and the many nerve endings inside it. I knew that
the nerve endings at the surface were dried out and desensitized, but the
deeper ones were still sensitive and I concentrated on these.
       I was hard, aroused by the combination of Rocco's fingers
fondling my prick, watching him handling Vic's penis, and the pleasure
of fingering Rocco's responding prick. Rocco jiggled my hood, never
uncovering the glans, but keeping the fleshy sleeve moving up and down on
it in small strokes. I knew he was concentrating his effort on Vic's
penis, for this was the one into which he'd be docking soon.
       Rocco kept pulling back on Vic's long fleshy hood, gradually
stretching the opening as it rode over the swollen hardness of Vic's
helmet. Now the opening was the size of a quarter, and I could see that
it exposed the area around the profusely leaking slit. A blissful
expression was on Vic's face as Rocco manipulated his foreskin, now
drawing it toward him to engulf the glans again and contract into a
pucker. Now Rocco's firm fingers pushed it back again, stretching it
farther and exposing the entire front dome of Vic's purple glans. I saw
the lips of Vic's slit spread as a large drop of clear fluid forced its
way between them, and I knew that within minutes thick jets of cream
would be slamming through those lips, jetting against Rocco's waiting
glans.
       Rocco pulled Vic's foreskin forward into a pucker again, and then
pushed it back, baring the entire purple helmet right to the rim. Vic's
foreskin lay poised on the rim for a moment, and the aroma of his hot wet
glans filled the air. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the penis perfume.
       "I love that smell too," I murmured in Rocco's ear.
       "Your cock smells like that too, Jack." I knew that Vic's
foreskin odor was stronger than mine because he secreted much more
lubricant than I did, and this added to the intensity of his aroma.
       I saw Rocco push my hood down to expose my helmet. His strong
fingers kept my foreskin all the way back, locked behind the ridge of my
glans, while his fingers ran slowly and tentatively over its glossy
surface. He was being careful not to arouse me too much, and I was sure
he wanted me between his thighs soon. For the moment, he was entranced
with handling two uncircumcised pricks with long foreskins, and
vicariously enjoying what his own penis lacked.
       Now Rocco pulled forward, stretching Vic's thick fleshy hood out
beyond the end of the engorged glans, and squeezed the pucker, which
leaked a drop onto his fingers. He then pushed it back over the wet,
lubricated glans, until it bumped over Vic's flaring corona and snapped
decisively down into the deep groove behind it to form a thick collar of
sensitive flesh. Vic's helmet was darker purple than before, and I knew
he was really turned on by Rocco's skilled handling of his prick. The
skin of his scrotum was wrinkled and pulled tightly against his body.
       Rocco had been holding my foreskin back hard, putting tension on
its nerve endings, and now he bent over and engulfed my hot hard helmet
in his mouth, locking his lips behind my corona. I felt his tongue
probing my slit. He sucked avidly for a couple of seconds and then moved
to Vic's bare-headed penis, sucking in the glans until his lips were
around the fleshy foreskin collar behind the rim. Vic rolled his eyes at
the intensity of the sensations, and I bent over to suck on Rocco's
engorged glans.
       "I love the taste of those cocks," Rocco said when we broke the
contact. "I love the way they smell: I love the way they taste." Vic
kissed him tenderly on the lips.
       "Let's get into position," I suggested, and I lay on my left
side with Rocco in front facing away from me. Vic lay facing his, so that
their pricks were touching tip to tip. The moisture leaking from Vic's
pucker wet the end of Rocco's helmet. Vic moved the end of his prick in
small circles around Rocco's slit. I pulled my foreskin back, squirted
some Astroglide into the condom, and unrolled it onto my penis. Vic
grasped the end of his foreskin and stretched the opening, allowing Rocco
to push his penis inside the warm fleshy receptacle. Once he was solidly
inside Vic's foreskin, Vic clamped his fist around the foreskin to hold
it firmly in place, with the end fully covering Rocco's flaring corona.
Rocco lifted his right leg to let me slip my prick between his thighs. I
placed it deep between his thighs so that my latex-covered helmet touched
his scrotum, which was already tight from excitement.
       I began moving gently, sliding my penis out inside the condom and
then thrusting forward until my tip nudged Rocco's balls. Vic began
twisting his long foreskin over Rocco's engorged glans, sending thrills
into his flaring rim. I reached over Rocco and clamped my fingers around
the base of his shaft to compress the veins and make his erection even
more engorged. Rocco's glans wasn't as sensitive as Vic's, and I was
concerned that he wouldn't come as quickly as Vic. This boost might
quicken his climax so that he wouldn't be left behind.
       Our excitement mounted, although we were still moving slowly and
deliberately. Getting there is half the fun, and none of us wanted this
ride to end prematurely. We reveled in the joy of each others' bodies,
and the knowledge that we were all highly aroused. It was a moment of
bonding that ideally would have never ended.
       I thrust forward and pulled back, sliding slowly inside the
lubricated condom, the rim of my glans scraping Rocco's perineum through
the thin latex that protected my delicate tip from hair burns. On each
forward stroke my helmet bumped Rocco's tight scrotum.
       It was warm in the room, and now the odors of our sweat
complemented the foreskin aromas to add to the atmosphere. We were
acutely aware that we were sharing a delightful and enchanting episode of
hot sex, the kind that can occur only between men. The inevitability of
our orgasms enhanced our excitement, but we wanted to enjoy the
anticipation as long as we could.
       "Let's make it last guys," I heard Vic murmur, and I looked
over Rocco's shoulder to see that Vic was going very slowly in twisting
his foreskin over their helmets. Vic had a blissful expression on his
face because he was enjoying the feeling of being tip to tip with Rocco
inside his own foreskin, and I'm sure Rocco felt the same. Vic knew full
well that this blissful and comfortable prelude could not last forever,
and that soon he and Rocco would be consumed by the frenzy of orgasm,
with their helmets hammering against each other in the moment of release.
       I continued to slide my prick slowly between Rocco's thighs,
enjoying the gentle friction inside the lubricated latex. I thrust
forward just enough to touch his tight scrotum to feel the delicate
pressure against my front dome, but not enough to compress the nerve
endings and drive my excitement higher.
       Rocco, sandwiched between us, was enjoying the sensations
passively, relishing the delight of flesh pressed against flesh, my
thrusting into him from behind while Vic stimulated his engorged prick in
front. I knew from yesterday's experience that the domes of their two
helmets were flattening against each other, sliding against one another,
heavily lubricated by Vic's copious lube-juice.
       Rocco was lying very still, taking in the sensations we were
producing, as we stimulated him from front and back. Vic's foreskin
enveloped the end of his penis, my fingers encircled its base, and my
thrusting prick rhythmically pressed into his scrotum from the rear. My
thrusting and Vic's twisting of his hood was having an effect, though.
       Now I felt Rocco begin to thrust involuntarily, despite his
admonition to take it easy. The sensations were building inside him, and
his body was responding of its own volition. I felt the tension build in
his body, and I began thrusting harder.
       Vic was also caught up in our mutual excitement and I saw his fist
twist his foreskin faster over their joined helmets. They both began
breathing more deeply because of their heightened arousal. I was feeling
it too, and I began breathing deeply as well. My prick slid smoothly
inside the lubricated condom, and I felt the warmth of Rocco's flesh in
my penis. I was also pressed against him from the rear, and his warmth
penetrated my skin. I had my right arm over him, grazing his nipples,
because I knew he was also nipple-sensitive.
       Vic's other hand slid between them, and I felt it insinuate
itself between Rocco's thighs, probing for my prick. I felt the contact
of his fingertip grazing the bottom of my helmet, and I knew he was
trying to precipitate my orgasm. I understood that if Rocco felt me
coming between his thighs it would help push him over the edge, and Vic
was counting on this. Now each forward thrust sent messages of joy into
my engorged tip, and I picked up my pace. I knew I was hurtling toward
the brink, and I forgot all about prolonging the excitement.
       I thrust harder, driving my helmet against Rocco's balls and my
Vic's finger, which had probed far enough to caress my gee-string, the
sensitive strip of tissue under the head that connected the glans to the
foreskin. I was getting there fast, and I began grunting with the effort
as I drove my prick harder and deeper between Rocco's thighs.
       My prick was engorged with excitement, enhanced by the condom's
tight ring that encircled the base of my shaft, compressing the veins and
restricting the outflow of blood. Now I felt Rocco's thigh muscles
tighten around my prick as his excitement mounted, and this increased the
friction and pressure. My hot hard helmet ached for relief, and I felt
the tickling sensation begin in my rim. Each time I thrust forward the
dome of my helmet bumped into his tight scrotum, compressing my nerve
endings, and now the tickle spread all over my glans.
       My eyes closed, and my awareness of the outside world shrank as I
withdrew into myself in anticipation of the explosion to come. I felt
Rocco's body straining, and I heard him and Vic begin to grunt as their
sensations ascended toward the peak. Suddenly Rocco's thighs clamped
tightly around my straining prick, and the tickle in my glans turned into
a hot tingle.
       I felt the sudden shock deep in the root of my prick as my reflex
kicked in and expelled a hot torrent of cream into my urethra. I cried
out as the wave of burning sensation traveled up my prick to explode
inside the condom. I drove my prick forward in a frantic thrust against
Rocco's balls and Vic's finger, triggering another hot blast that
dissolved my consciousness. I was vaguely aware of Rocco's body
straining against mine as he began a series of frenzied thrusts. Both
Rocco and Vic cried out because of the sweet agony that flooded their
bodies, and now we were locked in a three-way struggle, straining against
each other as we plummeted into the free-fall of our orgasms.
       My helmet was bathed in a thick film of cream that softened the
friction as I continued to thrust, and another hard jet shot through my
prick, flooding the condom. I drew back for a long, driving thrust, and
plunged my prick into the depths of Rocco's thighs again, bumping my tip
against his balls and triggering another hot blast from my prick root.
       Now my spasms weakened, and I became more aware of Rocco and
Vic's struggle, their driving frenzy that made them cry out as they lost
themselves in the erotic spasms of release. I knew that their tips
throbbed and hammered against each other, swimming in a sea of hot cream,
as they drained themselves into Vic's foreskin.
       My thrusts slackened, and my jets became weaker as I emptied
myself into the condom shrouding my throbbing prick. I was still
grunting, but I knew that most of my fluid had already gushed from my
prick. A film of sweat was between my skin and Rocco's body, and we slid
over each other as we writhed in ecstasy.
       My prick was still throbbing, but my thrusts had ended, despite a
few weak dribbles that leaked from my slit. Rocco and Vic were still in
full flight, and they grunted in unison as another wave of sensation
wracked their bodies. Rocco was still thrusting, and the pressure of his
thighs squeezed the last few drops from my now subsiding erection. As the
blood left my helmet, Vic's finger compressed it, and another residual
drop squeezed from the lips of my slit.
       Now Rocco's thrusts were weaker and his cries less frantic. Vic,
too, was starting to relax as the excitement left his body. I opened my
eyes and looked over Rocco's shoulder to see a large pool of white cream
under the place where their pricks were joined. I realized that, although
Vic's foreskin certainly had accommodated both large helmets, the
torrent of cream they'd shout had been too much, and most of it had
leaked out from the end of his foreskin.
       Minutes later, Rocco spoke first:
       "Man that was a thrill. I felt you come first, Jack, and then
Vic's cock started spurting hot cream against my tip. That was when I
lost it. I felt his big tip throbbing and shooting against mine, and then
my cock-root went into spasm. It was heaven. I felt you back there,
driving your cock between my legs and bumping my balls, and I just
unloaded."
       "I shot a second before Rocco let go," Vic confirmed. "Then he
started shooting and my tip was swimming in our cream."
       "My tip was swimming in your hot cream," said Rocco. "That felt
so good."
       "His tip throbbing against mine just made it so much hotter,"
Vic explained. "I know I shot more than usual. Look at what we spilled
between us."
       "I felt your tip throbbing too, right against the front of my
dick," Rocco said. "Each time it throbbed I felt another hot stream
shoot right against mine I just wish our holes had been lined up so that
you could shoot right down my dick. That would be a hot thrill."
       "Maybe next time," Vic said.
       "If that ever happened to you, Rocco," I agreed, "You'd lose
it right then. Feeling a stream of hot come shooting down your tube is
super-hot. I know. That's what happened with me and Vic last night. He
shot first, and when I felt his jet drilling right down my prick, I was a
goner. Nothing could have stopped me from coming right then."
       "I guess I've really got something to look forward too," Rocco
said. "Anyway, how was it for you back there?"
       "I had a really good time," I replied. "When your thigh muscles
tightened up on me, I knew I couldn't hold back for long. Did you know
Vic had his finger down there, pressing against the underside of my
helmet?"
       "I felt his hand there, but I didn't know exactly what he was
doing," Rocco answered.
       "Well, between his finger and your thigh muscles, you milked the
cream right out of me." Now our arms were around each other, and we
hugged tightly in a three-way embrace. Blissfully, we sank into sleep,
fully sated.

The end