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