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