-+Lawsuit, Part 7
By Jacksantoro@yahoo.com
Vic, Rocco, Jim, and I had just finished a session of hot sex and were totally sated. We'd stripped the sheets off the bed and were now in the shower, all four of us. Granted, it was very crowded, but none of us minded the press of warm bodies. Rocco, standing right in front of the shower head, was the first to feel the rush of hot water on his naked glans, and within seconds he let go a thick yellow stream that swirled around our feet before flushing down the drain.
I was right behind him, and I worked my way around him after he'd finished and decided to put on a little show for him and Pete. As the feel of the hot water through my foreskin stimulated my flow, I pinched the end shut, making my hood balloon out with the pressure. When I let go, a thick gush poured from the end of my foreskin. I repeated the process several times.
"I do this a lot in the shower," I explained. "Otherwise I skin back to avoid splattering. Vic does the same." After I'd drained my bladder Vic stepped forward to demonstrate. He also had his foreskin forward, the generous nipple extending an inch beyond the glans, like mine.
"I learned to do this as a kid, before my skin would come back," he said. "I always had a tight skin, like Jack, and I didn't have to pinch it to make it balloon until I got to my teens." As he spoke, Rocco and Jim watched, fascinated, as his hood ballooned out. When he released it, a gush as thick as mine erupted from the pucker at the end of his foreskin.
Rocco had been soaping himself, as I had, and now we turned to do each other's backs. It was crowded in the shower and we figured that we could stand under the shower head one at a time to rinse ourselves, and then get out. Meanwhile, Jim wriggled to the front of the line to wet himself down, and Rocco asked him:
"Now that your cock's limp, can you pull your skin all the way over the head like Vic and Jack did?" Jim encircled his shaft with right thumb and forefinger, and with his left index finger pushed his helmet back into the ring of skin. Now he pinched the end and we watched his skin balloon as it filled with urine. He didn't have as much room as Vic and I, and he had to let go quickly, but still he gushed yellow fluid. As his stream diminished he soaped himself and moved to the back of the line.
Rocco rinsed himself first, followed by me. We stepped out of the shower to dry ourselves, sharing my towel. When Vic emerged I gave him another towel, which he shared with Jim, who was last out. As Jim was drying his crotch, he asked Rocco:
"Ever think of having that jagged scar taken care of? Maybe a plastic surgeon could make it a little more even." Rocco shook his head as he replied:
"I thought of it, and then figured that I don't want any more cutting on my cock. Even if the plastic surgeon did a perfect job and it looked a hundred percent better, he might cut a nerve, or remove some skin with nerve endings. It's too much of a risk. I don't want to lose any more skin or any sensitivity. I'll just live with what I have."
When we got out of the bathroom Vic and I made the bed in my room, and I showed Jim and Rocco the spare bedroom where they could sleep if they chose. They gladly accepted my offer, as they were near exhaustion, as Vic and I were. When we climbed into bed, we fell asleep within a minute, our fingers holding each other's foreskin nipple.
In the morning we hurried through our bathroom rituals, as it was a workday, and hurried off in separate directions. I had to check on a couple of construction projects my company was building, and Vic wanted to check with his lawyer. We agreed to meet at my home at the end of the day.
Vic arrived at six, and we dug into the take-out sushi he'd brought with him as he related what he'd learned from his attorney. One of his attorney's partners was handing the lawsuit for the parent of the boy Doctor Cutter had illegally circumcised, and he felt that the settlement would be about a million dollars. His own suit against the medical group regarding the stairs was also a slam-dunk, although the damages would be much less, only the cost of tearing down the stairs. The woman who had been injured by the collapsing stairs had an attorney from another firm handling her case, but that one also seemed a sure thing.
"I guess nobody can sue Dr. Cutter now that he's dead," I conjectured.
"No, but we can go after his estate, which is probably quite a bit," Vic said. "He's got a million-dollar house on Egmont Street, and I think his partners are about in the same economic bracket." This made it clear that, with Doctor Slicer being charged with second-degree murder, the legal fees and the settlements would eviscerate their finances. I expressed my feelings:
"That's good news. I'm glad to see those cock-suckers put out of business."
"Did you hear anything from Rocco regarding Cutter?" Vic asked.
"Oh, yes, he phoned me today," I answered "I forgot to tell you. The clinic is out of business, period. Now that it's a crime scene as well as the subject of several code violations, Rocco can keep it shut down indefinitely. He got a court order on that this afternoon."
"Anyway, there's only one doctor out of the original three to run the place, even if they stayed open," Vic pointed out. "They're down and out."
"The publicity these cases got in the press really put a bad light on the circumcision business," I added, munching the last of the sushi. "I think any parents considering having their boys clipped are going to give it some second thoughts."
"Especially since that boy in New York sued his parents for having had him clipped," Vic added reflectively.
"Yes, I loved my parents, but I would feel differently about them if they'd done that to me," I said. We got up from the table and Vic placed the sushi tray in the garbage can before following me into the bedroom. I was already stripping down when he entered and he quickly followed my lead. We eyed each other's crotches as we finished undressing.
"I think sex would be very different for us if we didn't have these long foreskins," he commented.
"Hell, I know it would," I said. "We wouldn't get those nice long strokes without our hoods." Both of us had long and pendulous foreskins that extended an inch beyond our bulbous helmets when we were limp, and enough skin to cover the heads completely even with erections.
"No docking, either," Vic added.
"Think we can try docking?" I asked. "We're both pretty warm in this house, and the warmth loosens up our hoods."
"We can try," he said as we sat on the bed and he began rolling my long foreskin nipple between thumb and index finger. I grasped his nipple and did the same as we watched the cores of our pricks expand to fill our hoods. The wrinkles vanished as we reached full erection, and we were about six inches each. A drop of dew appeared at his foreskin pucker, and I gently spread it around the edge of his orifice with one finger. Vic reached for a plastic squeeze bottle of Astroglide as he began teasing my hood back, uncovering the front dome of my prick.
"You lube a lot more than I do," I commented as I worked his foreskin down enough to expose his long slit, the lips of which were parted by a large drop of clear liquid. He squirted a drop of Astroglide on the curved nose of my helmet and worked the hood up again to spread it. Then he eased it down again so that the opening was a dime-sized orifice.
"Your slit gapes when you're hard," he said. "It's got a teardrop shape, round at the top and tapering down at the bottom. That's so cute." As he spoke, I worked his foreskin up again and then pulled it down to bare half of his swollen glans.
"Our helmets are so much alike, except for the shape of the slits when we're hard. Your slit is longer than mine." Vic worked my foreskin forward to engulf the head and form a pucker at the end, and then eased it down to expose the front half of my helmet. Both our tips were a rich, glossy purple, with many sensitive nerve endings embedded in the delicate tissue. We both pulled each others' foreskins up again, and then pulled them down to the coronas.
"We both have those sexy flaring rims," Vic said as we pulled the hoods up again. His pucker was filled with clear, viscous liquid that spilled over the edge of his foreskin and ran down over my fingers.
"Let's skin back all the way this time," I suggested as I drew his thick fleshy sleeve all the way down until it bumped over his upturned, flaring ridge and snapped into the deep groove behind it. He did the same to me, and now we stared at our hot hard pricks, sensitive bulbs fully exposed.
"Let's go head to head," he said as he rolled onto his side, facing me. I stretched out full length on the bed so that our hot swollen helmets touched. He began working his glans around the front dome of mine, relishing the hot and slippery contact, the gentle friction cushioned by the film of thick lubricant that coated our helmets. We did this for a couple of minutes, enjoying the subdues eroticism that filled our bodies as our tips touched.
I pulled back slightly so that the front dome of mine just touched his, causing the lips of our slits to touch in an erotic kiss. I moved mine slightly from side to side, swiping the nose of my glans across his slit and causing the lips of his slit to part slightly. Clear fluid seeped continuously from his prick, ensuring that our tips remained well lubricated.
"I think your skin's tighter than mine," he said. "I'll try docking you first." He pressed his hot hard glans against mine and grasped his foreskin with the fingers of both hands, leaving my foreskin in the deep notch behind my rim. I felt and saw his thick fleshy hood begin to envelop my tip, stretching to accept the big helmet. The heavy coating of lubricant helped, and now the front half of my helmet was engulfed by his thick hood.
"Can you stretch it enough to cover me all the way?" I asked. In response he gripped the edges of his hood more tightly and pulled them towards me. The sexy foreskin stretched to cover my head completely, and he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around it, securing it in place over my corona.
"Now can you stretch yours to cover about half of mine?" he asked. I grasped my foreskin with the fingers of both hands and, as Vic slowly withdrew his fingers, stretched it to cover the end of his foreskin, trapping it inside my thick fleshy sleeve. I worked my hood forward as far as I could ending up with its forward edge about three-quarters of the way down his glans.
"You were right," I admitted. "Your foreskin's looser than mine."
"It feels really good, docking with you," he said. "Our tips are right up against each other. Just think, we were telling Rocco and Jim that we couldn't dock anyone while we were hard. Now it's working for us."
"We don't have enough slack to stroke them back and forth, but I'm going to try something else," I said as I grasped our layered foreskins in my fist and began twisting them.
"That feels really hot," he said, wonderment in his eyes.
"I figured it would be," I said. "It's like palming our pricks," referring to a masturbation technique we both loved. This involved holding the foreskin-covered head between the palms of both hands and moving them in opposite directions to twist the foreskin.
I felt his fingers insinuating themselves between my thighs, gently clasping my scrotum. I cupped his balls with my free hand as he commented:
"Our balls are already tight, Jack. We don't have long to go."
"No we don't," I answered between gritted teeth. Now the sensations were becoming intense, and I felt my body tensing although I tried to remain relaxed.
"This feels so good I don't want to come soon," he said. "Can we stop for a minute?" I felt the same way, and stopped twisting my fist around our joined pricks. We each took a deep breath and tried to relax. Without fresh sensations stimulating me, I felt the tension gradually leave my body.
"Can we stay like this until we start going soft?" I asked. "Maybe I'll be able to get my foreskin over more of your prick if we're a little soft."
"Yeah, let's try that," he agreed. We lay still for several minutes, waiting for our superheated excitement to subside slightly.
"Your tip doesn't feel as hard against mine as it did before," I finally said.
"I think we're both a little soft, Jack. Try working your skin a little farther." I pulled the end of my foreskin away from my body and felt it slip farther up his prick. Now it engulfed his glans right to the rim.
"I think we can start again," I suggested, and began twisting my fist slightly when he nodded.
"Think we can come together?" he asked. "I'd love to feel your shooting your load against my tip while I'm unloading." The thought was very stimulating, and I muttered:
"Let's see what happens. Both our tips are very sensitive, but I don't know whose is more." As I spoke I increased my pace slightly and felt Vic's prick respond, his engorged helmet pressing harder against the front of mine. I felt him thrust slightly and the rock-hard front dome of his glans dented mine slightly. His breathing suddenly became ragged, and he began to grunt loudly.
"I think..." he began but stopped speaking as he grunted even more loudly. A moment later I felt a hard throb against my trapped helmet and a hot gush from his prick exploded down my urethra. Our orifices must have been exactly aligned at that moment, because the liquid fire drilled deep into my prick and triggered my own orgasm.
"AAAAAHHHH!" I cried out helplessly as His helmet hammered against mine and a responding torrent of juice erupted from my urethra to bathe our swollen tips in hot liquid. Now our helmets were throbbing together was we poured out our fluids to blend as they swirled around our engorged tips. I felt our layered foreskins distending between my fingers, filling with hot cream that was still coming.
We both cried out in unison as our throbbing helmets battered against each other with each pulse of orgasm, sending more juice to fill our united foreskins. I'd stopped stroking because the fury of my climax had driven me into a mindless state where I was tumbling in free fall, overwhelmed by the sensations.
It was truly a magic moment. I was inside him and he was inside me, and we were sharing the sensations of our orgasms tip to tip, in the most intimate way possible. We grunted and gasped through more spasms, each one weaker than the one before, until we were totally drained. We lay quietly, eyes closed, dazed from the frenzy of our hot discharges.
Some time later I opened my eyes and looked between us. Our pricks had lost their rigidity, but were still joined at the bulging foreskins. I saw that my foreskin had sealed over his, trapping our combined fluids, causing both to remain ballooned out. I knew that we had a lot of fluid in there, which might burst free any moment, so I stretched and reached for a towel on the bedside table. I unfolded it part-way and placed it between us as Vic opened his eyes.
Now I delicately peeled back my foreskin from his, and a thick creamy gush poured from under it. More fluid followed from where the edge of his foreskin was sealed around my corona, and I was able to pull my helmet free from inside his foreskin.
"Both have a thick coating of cream," Vic observed, his first words since opening his eyes. Our pricks were still partly swollen, and once separated arced down so that the tips rested on the towel between us. I felt there was still residual fluid crawling up my urethra, and I milked my tube. Then I reached for his prick and pressed a fingertip into the underside at the base to milk his urethra. The seepage added to the large pool of cream that soaked the towel between us.
"I didn't know we were going to come together," Vic said. "We really did, didn't we?"
"You came first," I explained. "I don't know exactly how it happened, but the moment you shot our tips were pressed together hard and our holes must have been right against each other."
"You mean...?" Vic interrupted.
"Yeah, exactly that. You shot your first big load right down my prick. When I felt that hot juice deep inside me, I was gone."
"That was beautiful," he said, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips. I kissed him back passionately, my tongue probing between his lips. He hugged me hard and we remained locked together for several minutes, too filled with emotion to speak.
"Wait until we tell them what happened to us," he said.
"Oh, sure, they'll be surprised."
Continued in Part 8