Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 11:06:49 -0800 (PST)
From: ROBERT STYLES <stud26ent@yahoo.com>
Subject: LATE NIGHT THREESOME

You can call me debauched, you wouldn't be the first one to do so. You
could say that the way I chose to live my life was not even a choice but a
way to make sure I would waste the time I have been given to do something
on this earth, something worthwhile, something good. You may be right, but
I think I chose to create something new, something grand, something much
more durable than all those cute little achievements you think me capable
of. I found something, ?.well, let me not tell you what, let me just tell
you about the round house of Manville, Manville, Wisconsin that is.

It is a former motel, built cheaply, but therefore affordable to purchase
by us, fourteen men, who decided to live together the way they wished. It
was not my idea, I am ashamed to admit, but then once we bought it, I made
the most of it.

Just the other night, I arrived home --- notice, I call it home --- late,
it was past midnight. I parked my car outside my room, as was possible in a
former motel, I went to the refrigerator, had a beer and quickly undressed.
On the opposite side of my room was the door leading to the central atrium,
the former motel-lobby. Rule of the house: you had to be naked in this
atrium, and you could not claim privacy there. If you wanted privacy, you
stayed in your room with the buddy or buddies of your choice.

In the atrium, diametrically across from my door, at this late hour, I
could make out even in the dim night-light a standing man and another
kneeling in front of him. I walked up to them and saw that they were the
two youngest members of our family. Eighteen-year-old Jack, a blond god
with powerful muscles under his smooth tan skin was the standing one, and
kneeling in front of him was Lenny, the nineteen year-old androgynous
youth, with smooth marble-white skin and long flowing hair. He was sucking
deeply on Jack's hard-on and holding on to Jack with his left arm, while
using his middle finger to tickle every now and then, much to Jack's
delight, the standing stud's man-hole. Jack's right arm was crossing his
own chest and he was playing, quite roughly with his hard left nipple,
while his left hand he kept on the kneeling boy's head to regulate the
rhythm and pressure of his blow job, which by now was clearly of the deep
throat kind.

As I approached this youthful couple, Jack looked intently at me and
invited me to join with a lascivious smile. I walked up to them, moved
Jack's hand and started licking and gently biting his hard nipple. Jack
lowered his now free hand, rested it on my hard cock, gave it a delicious
squeeze and then proceeded to slowly jerk it. Jack now brought up his left
hand as well, wrapped it around my neck and pulled my mouth on top of
his. We started tonguing each other's tongues. Guessing what must be going
on up there, Lenny let go of Jack's cock, rose and joined us in the tongue
play. This left three unattended dicks bouncing against each other and
begging for attention. As if on cue, we each lowered our right arms and in
no time the three cocks were in good hands. At first we jacked our own,
then each of us moved to the cock of the one to his right and with the
intensity with which we moved our tongues we expressed our pleasure at what
was being done down there. We started moaning ever louder, indicating how
close we were. I picked up speed in my hand-motion, and this was followed
by identical accelerations by the other two. We all moaned very loud, and
seconds later three high-pressure sprays of hot cum were irrigating our
crotches. We still rubbed a little and then with a moan of deep
satisfaction started pulling apart. No words were exchanged, our tongues
and dicks had said everything that had to be said.

We all headed for our rooms. Before passing through my door, I looked back
and noticed that my two buddies, instead of going to their rooms three
doors apart, were both entering Jack's room where in privacy they were
headed for more delight. They briefly stopped there, took a look in my
direction and with a happy bout of laughter announced to me that for them
the night was far from over.