Lawsuit, Part 4
By Jacksantoro@yahoo.com
Two days later Vic was back in town and he came to my house that evening. We ate sandwiches I'd prepared. He was eager to learn what had happened with the Code Enforcement Team. I filled him in, and he expressed satisfaction with the developments.
"I'd like to see the team find something serious, enough to let me evict these bastards," he said.
"Sooner or later something's going to happen," I said.
By tacit agreement we got up and put our plates in the sink and then went to the bedroom to strip down. We both knew from extensive experience that an orgasm was a good way to end the day. We were already half-hard by the time we got naked, and the cores of our pricks were already extending and filling up our foreskins.
We both had long nippled foreskins shrouding our large helmets, and the outlines of our tips were very visible through the thick covering skin. I grasped the end of his prick as we faced each other and saw that the thick pucker at the end of his hood was already moist. Vic had always secreted much more natural lubricant than I, and he often squeezed his foreskin to drip some onto my glans.
"I'm glad we never got cut," he said fervently.
"I know," I replied. "Percy and Rocco envy us, I'm sure." We sat on the side of the queen size bed, our hands working on each others' pricks. Vic's was very wet, and the tight foreskin slid easily as I began pushing it down to uncover the long slit that bisected his front dome.
"Your skin's always harder to slide than mine," he observed as he worked my hood back to expose my orifice. "I guess it's because you don't have as much lube as I do." I nodded in agreement as I gently jiggled his foreskin over the head to give him small jolts of sensation.
"Your balls are already tight," I observed. His scrotum had already drawn up against his body, as he had not come for several days, and was eager to dissipate the tensions of the day.
"Yeah, I'm really tense, Jack. It's been a long day for me, because I've been in a series of meetings most of the day."
"That means you need relief, and fast," I said as I gave him longer strokes, baring his swollen glans right down to the rim before pulling the thick fleshy hood up to form a pucker in front of the helmet it concealed. Vic stroked mine back all the way, very slowly, and we watched the skin stretch as it rode over the crown and snapped down into the deep groove behind it.
"Let me give you some lube," he said as he lay down and turned toward me. I lay down beside him and he thrust forward so that the blunt end of his helmet touched mine. He ran a finger up the underside of his shaft and a stream of warm clear fluid poured onto my glans. I released his prick and he moved his large helmet in small circles around mine, spreading the thick viscous fluid to coat my glans. Now he pulled my foreskin forward again and it slid easily on a thick coat of lube.
"There, that made it slide more easily," he said as he gave my helmet a squeeze through its protective cover.
"Now that we've taken care of that let me give you relief," I said. "You need it fast, and I'm going to give you a finger job." I stripped his foreskin back all the way, until it bunched in a thick fleshy roll in the groove behind his corona. Then I grasped the base of his prick with my left hand and pulled down farther, stretching the skin back onto the shaft. It slid easily because Vic's foreskin was slightly looser than my tight one. This also put tension on his gee-string, the isthmus of skin connecting the foreskin to the underside of his glans, making it dip down.
Vic's wet glossy helmet gleamed in the soft room light, and I began the finger job, carefully caressing the hard, sensitive surface with the fingertips of my right hand. I knew that this direct action produced intense and exquisite sensations on the uncircumcised glans. As I began caressing him he rolled onto his back, enjoying the stimulation. He propped his head up on two pillows to watch the action.
"You've got a beautiful helmet," I said as I massaged the nerve endings in his front dome and then moved down to his rim. "It's already pretty hard, not spongy the way it was a minute ago." "This is getting me really hot," he whispered as my fingers sent waves of sensation into the tender nerve endings. Now his helmet had turned a darker purple as more blood had rushed into it. I stroked him a little faster with my fingertips, working around his rim and the deep groove behind it to reach nerve endings that rarely saw daylight, and he began gasping. "Huh, huh, huh, huh," he went as each touch built up the tension in his body. We both knew that direct action on a tender and sensitive helmet was almost unbearable because of the sensitivity, and that the onset of orgasm would be irresistible. His jaw had dropped and he was staring fixedly at his prick, where my fingers were sliding over the glossy wet surface of his glans. "I'm keeping my fingers moving," I commented, "So as not to tire out the nerve endings in any one spot. Concentrating on just one area of his glans would dull its sensitivity, we'd learned from experience. Vic's shaft was rock-hard between my clenched fingers holding the skin back, and I kept my fingers moving around the engorged head. I traced small circles around the long slit, which was weeping copious prick tears to keep the helmet lubricated, and then worked down the side, rotating my hand so that my fingertips stroked the glans sideways. Vic's gasps were louder now as the tension built in his body. He was holding himself rigidly, trying to remain still and relaxed, but the exquisite caresses pushed him inexorably up the incline. His helmet was very wet under my fingers, and now I placed my thumb squarely on his flaring corona as my index finger found the hot spot in the triangular groove under his glans. This was where the gee-string connects to the helmet, and was super-sensitive. His prick jerked when I pressed my fingertip into his gee-string, and I massaged it quickly for several seconds, feeling the tension build in his body. Before I tired his nerve endings, I moved down to his rim again. The back face of his large flaring rim was studded with little bumps, the bumps of sensation filled with delicate nerve endings, and I worked these with all five fingers, sending messages of exquisite joy into his straining helmet. I saw his stomach muscles tighten, and his legs began trembling slightly. Pre-come juice flowed steadily from his long slit, lubricating my fingertips. I knew I had him right on the edge, where I wanted him. I slowed my caresses to prolong the moment of anticipation as long as possible before pushing over the brink. Vic was totally captivated by the intense sensations, unable to speak but only moan "Huh, huh, huh." I carefully brought my fingers up the taper of his hard, swollen helmet, working towards the tip, as a surge of clear lubricant erupted from his slit to fall back onto his glans and stream down the shaft. At this point, I calculated that he had had enough, and I grasped his helmet firmly in my fingertips and began a rapid twisting motion. I heard him cry out as I felt his hot hard glans throb between my fingertips and his shaft pulsed in my clenched fist. A long stream of semen surged from his slit and shot onto his stomach. I kept up the motion, my fingertips dancing over his straining helmet, drawing forth another long rope of white, creamy juice as Vic howled in pure ecstasy. Vic's howls of joyous agony filled the room and I felt his straining helmet throb again as another long jet erupted from it. It was a joyful moment for me, too, because I knew exactly what he was feeling: the glans-tingling sensations, the hard contractions in the root of his prick, and the erotic tickling as the hot jets surged up his urethra to slam through the lips of his slit. I remembered vividly the first time another friend had stimulated my prick this way years ago, recalling the way I'd writhed, howled, and throbbed as my entire insides seemed to be extruding through my prick, leaving me utterly drained at the end. Now I removed my fingers from Vic's straining glans because I knew that it had become hyper-sensitive, but I maintained my grip on his shaft, keeping tension on the skin to stretch the nerve endings and make the tip of his helmet bow down. Another hot jet shot from his orifice, falling onto his stomach, and then another as he continued to tremble and howl. Pools of cream had collected on his stomach, cooling on his skin as he added to them. Vic relaxed as his spasms subsided, and finally lay torpid on the bed. As I watched his prick begin to soften I realized that mine was very hard from the vicarious excitement of having brought him to orgasm. I hadn't noticed when he'd let go of my prick because I'd been so engrossed in bringing him pleasure, but now I waited, hiding my impatience, for his warm fingers to curl around it again. After that build-up I needed to drain myself, or to be drained by him. It took Vic only a couple of minutes to recover, and when he did he pulled me down to him and kissed me tenderly on both cheeks and finally on the lips. I handed him some tissues to wipe his stomach and prick, and he finished by drawing the long tapered hood forward over his now shrunken tip. Then he arranged himself so that he was crouching over my groin, and I felt his warm fingers clasp my shaft as he lowered himself onto my prick. His soft lips encircled the end of my penis and I felt the tip of his tongue exploring the pucker in my foreskin. It pushed through the tight orifice and now I felt it probing my teardrop shaped slit. I knew that he was fascinated with my slit, and remembered that he'd often drilled his tongue-tip into it before. Now he removed his mouth to speak: "You gave me a terrific come. I want to do the same for you. Okay if I suck you? That way I'll swallow your come and you won't get splashed with it." I always enjoyed it when he sucked my prick to orgasm, because he had a marvelous technique that always left me gasping and grunting as my body spilled its seed down his throat. "I'd love that," I said, and watched as his head went down again and his lips closed around my foreskin. His tongue pushed in again, stretching the tight orifice until he'd reached the flaring corona. Now he used his tongue to pry my foreskin off the head, and I felt the nerve endings stretching deliciously as he eased the long thick hood back until it dropped into the groove behind my rim. He helped a bit by pulling down on my shaft-skin, and now his lips engulfed my rim. He worked his tongue round and round the head, caressing the front dome, lapping down the sides, dipping into the triangular groove underneath, and then tracing the outline of my flaring corona. His other hand cupped my tight scrotum, his warm fingers very gently kneading my balls through the thick wrinkled skin. I felt one of his fingers pressing into my urethra behind my balls, and guessed that he'd block my first ejaculation when I came. We both knew that the build-up in pressure would enhance the sensation of the orgasm, because it would stretch the urethra's nerve endings. I was flat on my back, and didn't bother trying to watch him at work because I always closed my eyes, withdrawing into myself, as my bodily sensations built up, and I just let him stimulate my prick. Gradually the focus of my mind centered on my groin, and I seemed to be detached from the rest of my body. I became so absorbed into the pleasure he was giving my prick that my awareness of the world outside my body faded, and soon my entire world was in my penis. I felt a delicious sideways friction in my rim, and I knew that he was twisting his head as his lips tightened on my corona and the deep groove behind it. He'd pulled down on my shaft-skin to clear the groove because we both knew it contained many additional nerve endings. As his lips worked their magic on my swollen and flaring corona I felt his tongue again probing my orifice, tickling it delightfully. His saliva was thin, unlike the natural lubricant, and it didn't mask the friction at all. His lips kept circling my swollen rim and now I felt a mild tickling sensation begin in the nerve endings. I knew that I had to remain relaxed to stretch out the build-up and enjoy the feeling of anticipation as long as possible, but I also knew that his magic technique would draw the orgasm from my body no matter how much I stayed relaxed. The tickle increased, and now it spread to the front of my glans, where his tongue-tip still drilled into my gaping slit. I felt a warning throb deep inside the root of my prick, and I concentrated on staying relaxed. I felt the pressure of the blood inside my prick, stretching the glans to maximum size, almost to the bursting point. Now I felt a different sensation as Vic shifted to a rapid up-and-down stroke, and on the down-stroke his lips pressed against the roll of retracted foreskin, pushing it farther down my shaft. The hard friction against my swollen rim changed the tickle to a hot tingle, and another sensation invaded my consciousness. My helmet was so swollen that it ached for the release of orgasm, adding to my excitement and pushing me hard toward the point of no return. I began breathing hard, shallow breaths that matched the pace of Vic's strokes on my penis, and now my eyes closed because I was totally captivated by the impending explosion. My stomach muscles tightened and my legs began to tremble. I tried to remain relaxed but I was caught up in the rush of sensations, feeling the irresistible tingle in my glans spreading down my shaft. The sudden jolt of sensation from Vic scraping his teeth lightly against the broad upper surface of my helmet made the hot tingle explode, and I cried out as the root of my prick convulsed, spilling a heavy load of fluid into my urethra. Vic's finger, pressing into my urethra, interrupted its rush toward the end, and I cried out helplessly as the sensations overwhelmed me. My helmet tingled and my inner muscles went into another spasm, sending more fluid that collided with the cream already trapped in my tube. The pressure inside built up and I sobbed with sensations as I saw stars in front of my eyes. His lips pumped my glans again, triggering another spasm deep inside me, but this time he removed the finger blocking my tube. I grunted hard as I felt the hot torrent rushing up the entire length of my prick to erupt from my orifice, filling his mouth with my cream. I felt the scrape of his teeth on my tender helmet once more, and this launched another jet of hot lava to burn its way through my prick before erupting into his mouth. I was shuddering on the bed, legs trembling, as Vic removed his mouth from my prick, just touching the tip with his lips to catch the rest of my ejaculations. We knew each other well enough to judge precisely when our pricks because super-sensitive, because we'd had lots of practice together. I lay supine is I felt the declining spasms go through me. Although not as intense as the first four spurts, they were nevertheless profoundly satisfying. Now I felt that I was just seeping, as I felt the slight tickle as the lips of my slit dribbled the residue. "That was awesome, the way your big helmet was throbbing in my mouth," Vic said. I felt his firm fingers milking my urethra, drawing out every last drop. I feel the hyper-sensitivity fading and reach down to pull my foreskin up over the softening helmet. "It was awesome for me," I echo. "You just drained me." "Like you did me," he says. We embrace and fall asleep. Next morning Vic's cell phone rang while we were eating breakfast. Whoever was on the other end apparently told him something disturbing, because I saw his eyes flashed as he answered tersely; "Yeah, yeah, I understand" before hanging up. He turned to me. "Well, fuck!" he said. "Can you imagine this shit? That was my lawyer. Yesterday a woman who'd brought her baby into the Downtown Circumcision Center to get clipped was going down that staircase they'd built and a step collapsed under her. Luckily she wasn't holding the baby at the time, because she took a real tumble and broke her hip." I winced at this revelation. I knew a broken hip wasn't exactly a minor injury. "She had emergency surgery at General Hospital last night and her husband called their lawyer. He's filing papers this morning, suing me for a couple of million dollars. This is a real shit deal but my lawyer tells me we're in the clear because we can lay it all on the doctors who run the clinic. Our rental agreement with them states clearly that they may not do any construction or modification without written permission from me." "Good for you," I say sympathetically. "I guess the doctors' insurance can cover whatever the court awards her." "You think I give a shit?" Vic ripostes. "I couldn't care less about their insurance. In fact, I hope their insurance finds a way to get out of it. I'd love to see those bastards have to eat this." "You're not the only one who's lucky," I said. "I'm glad to see them get sued, but imagine how much worse it would have been if they were getting sued for a botched circ. The baby would have been the victim, and who knows how badly he'd have been mutilated to justify a multi-million dollar lawsuit?" "Yeah, I think you're right, Jack. At least here, the only person who got hurt was the mother, and I think she had it coming for getting her baby clipped. Maybe there is a God after all." We finished our breakfast and then got ready to go to work. Vic promised to keep me advised of any developments.
Continued in Part 5