The Neptune

I delve deeper into the thrilling world of erotic submission and decadence at the Neptune, the ultimate fantasy sex club.

I was determined when I entered the Neptune tonight to not get distracted by sexual encounters even before I got out of the lobby. I really hadn't explored much of the club yet, and I had heard about some wonderful amenities like restaurants and swimming pools among other things.

As soon as Francisco saw me he whipped out his cock and stuck it through the glory hole in the lower half of the dutch door that formed the check-in booth. Averting my eyes from the tasty treat, I said, "Not tonight babe. I got some places I want to check out."

"Did I say that you have a choice, cocksucker!"

He said "cocksucker" so loud that it startled me, and he even sounded a little bit angry.

Being called a cocksucker, especially in front of other people, was giving me a hard-on.

The lower half of the door flew open as he burst out of the booth with his big semi-hard dick swinging back and forth, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me effortlessly to my knees.

Did I mention that Francisco is really strong. As I went down I was overwhelmed by his powerful physical presence. I had all nine inches of his rapidly stiffening organ down my throat in about five seconds.

I withdrew and ran my tongue around the well-formed glans of his circumcised dick and made sure he could hear me moaning. I knew he liked that.

Then I grabbed his ass and vigorously pulled him toward me again and again as I sucked him off. All the while I looked up at him adoringly as he watched me worshipping his cock. God, I love dick!

As soon as he came, he shoved me away, knocking me to the floor, and wordlessly returned to the booth. I was shaking with excitement. I was overwhelmed by his masculinity.

Big dumb beautiful Guy had watched Francisco rape my mouth. He came over even before I had a chance to get off my knees and gave me a second good throat fucking.

Then Fred showed up and humiliated me some more. I was moaning so loudly as I gulped down Fred's load that it prompted Francisco to make an announcement on the intercom saying, "Cocksucker in lobby! Come one, come all."

I did not even know that they had an intercom. But the result was that I soon was forced to get throat fucked by about six more guys. I fucking loved it. I love sucking cock and can never get enough of it.

I went to take a shower and was forced to blow two more guys there.

So much for getting past the lobby without getting a dick shoved into my mouth.

As I left the shower room, I passed by Billy and Tim. Billy was on his knees lovingly sucking Tim's beautiful thick eight-inch cock. I asked Tim where the Grotto was.

The Grotto was a snack bar—and only one of Neptune's several restaurants. It was said to have great sandwiches. Tim made a vague gesture toward one of the many doors that exited the lobby.

I was determined that someday I would count those exits, but in this too I always got distracted by something. The something usually involved me blowing somebody.

Before I left the sexy couple, I could not resist licking one of Tim's beautiful upper arms. He had long massive and well-proportioned arms. He liked the attention and soon I was in a frenzy of licking and slurping as I worshiped his gorgeous left bicep.

The adorable Woody showed up and went to work on the other arm. We soon progressed to licking his armpits. As we reveled in the sweet worship of man pits, Tony and then Butch appeared and went down on our raging erections

This was all too much for Tim and he screamed, "Oh fuck, Billy, I'm cumming."

Billy responded by wrapping his own rather well-muscled arms around Tim's ass as hard as he could and engorging all eight inches of spurting cock, as Tim pumped gush after gush of cum down the cocksucker's willing and eager throat.

This of course set both me and Woody off, and we rewarded our respective cocksuckers with a similar treat. There was a lot of gulping and slurping and moaning. Butch on his knees spontaneously came when I shot my jism down his throat. Woody and I were in a lip lock as he similarly rewarded Tony who moaned in satisfaction and sponteneously came himself.

Finally our delightful little group disbanded for the showers. I decided not to join them and to proceed directly to the snack bar.

I took the indicated door. I did not know that I was taking the wrong one.

The doors usually led into dimly lit tunnels, but this one soon entered a beautiful wrap-around aquarium which amazingly even included the ceiling and the floor.

It really did wrap all the way around, and the passage went on for quite a ways. It turned out that there were quite a few aquariums in the Neptune, some of them parts of larger complexes.

I knew that it was not all one big network, because some of them were saltwater and some of them were fresh.

At one point where the tunnel was completely dark, I saw flashlight fish in separate tanks along the walls. The place never failed to amaze and enchant.

The floor, now made out of some sort of rough worn and heated stonelike material was continuously sloping downward.

I began to hear country western music in the distance.

I went through a soundproof swinging door, and the music got louder. Emerging from a second door, I found myself in a very busy and noisy traditional looking leather-levi bar.

In the low sensuous lighting of the bar, I could see one or two guys on their knees evidently sucking cock. But they were not moving much. The bar was decorated with a backdrop mostly made out of yellow neon lights.

A particularly striking feature was a sensuously rendered blue neon outline of a man with a big cock pissing in a graceful arc made out of yellow neon.

I ordered a Budweiser from the classically hunky shirtless bartender, sat with my back to the bar on a stool, and watched the crowd. Some hot looking guy in tight, faded, ripped levis and a Timberline shirt sat down beside me. I reached over to stroke his thigh, but he gently pushed my hand away.

He said, "I really have to pee."

Since he did not leave I said helpfully, "That looks like a bathroom over there."

He responded, "I don't want to go there."

I laughed nervously and said, "Well, then I can't help you."

He said, "I think you can."

There was an awkward silence, and then he said, "Get on your knees on the floor."

I instantly got hard and did as he ordered. I knelt in the wood shavings that covered the floor. I could feel my knees pressing against the floor and it excited me. I became aware of Roger Miller singing

Chug-a-lug

on the jukebox. I could smell the wood shavings. They made a pleasant crunchy sound as I awaited whatever new humiliation that was about to come.

The incredibly well-built stud unbuttoned his fly and took out a massive semisoft dick. I looked up at him questioningly.

He said, "Take it in your mouth. I really need to piss."

I suddenly realized what he was saying. I did as he asked.

For some reason my dick was so hard now that it almost hurt.

As soon as I had that lovely big soft dick firmly in my mouth he let go.

He started pissing in my mouth.

I gagged a little bit and started to pull away.

He said, "Swallow it faggot."

All of a sudden I wanted to drink his piss. Oh god, did I ever!

I moaned loudly and took as much of the soft dick down my throat as I could get as gush after gush of urine poured down my now eagerly swallowing throat.

I had not touched myself, but I spontaneously began cumming.

I greedily drank all of his piss and sighed with happiness.

Well, this was certainly a new erotic plateau. Little did I know.

As I began to get up the guy said, "Not so fast! Kevin come over here. We have a thirsty one."

I realized that I was going to be forced to drink the piss of a second guy.

Amazingly, my dick got hard again. Kevin calmly unbuttoned his levis and soon I was happily drinking a second batch of delicious man piss. I was really liking this.

As Kevin left he smiled at me and said, "I think you should check out the second bathroom down that hall over there." He indicated a door framed by yellow neon.

Well, now I knew what that signified.

This was all new to me. I was shaking as I approached the yellow framed door.

As I walked towards it, I noticed four or five guys getting up to follow me.

The bathroom was all white, but made of some soft shiny rubberlike material. There was a long ballpark style urinal along one wall.

There were about eight people in the large dimly lit room.

A six foot hunk got right up in my face and said, "I'm Wally. Do you like firehosing?"

I answered, "I do not know what that is."

They all laughed and Wally said, "Down on your knees."

I replied, "In here? In the head? Is it allowed?"

They all laughed again and Wally gently pushed me down.

Somebody said, "Take out your dick."

I did so and was somehow embarrassed for them to see how hard I was. So fucking hard!

They could plainly see that whatever was about to happen to me—I was really excited about it. And boy was I!

I knew that I was about to get totally humiliated sexually. They were all taking out their cocks. I was on my knees in the middle shaking with anticipation.

Was there a bukkake in the offing? Not quite.

Wally took his massive dick in his hand, pointed it at my head and let go. The force of his piss hitting my face was amazing. As I realized what firehosing was I got even harder.

But the piss kept coming. I had automatically opened my mouth and Wally was directing the stream down my throat.

Of course I could not swallow all of it. I compulsively opened my mouth wider and wider in my desperate need to drink as much piss as possible.

I pictured myself as looking like a nestling bird with mouth wide open, desperate for food. And my need was now just as desperate.

All five of them were now pissing on me, mostly aimed at my head and my mouth.

I was soon soaked from head to toe in urine. I drank and drank and still wanted more.

Word got around, and when the original group drifted out, new people kept coming in to urinate on me. I came twice while all this was going on.

At one point I had to take a break to piss myself. When I got to the long urinal, I was somewhat surprised to see Wally lying down in it on his back, and getting pissed on by four or five guys.

Gleefully I let go with my stream and aimed it directly at his wide open mouth. It seemed like he opened his mouth even wider, and I think he may have even drunk all of my piss.

He was writhing in an orgasm as he drank me down.

When I turned around there was a full-out water sports orgy going on. There were two guys lying crotch to face on the floor, sucking each other's dicks while they got pissed on. Most of the rest of the crowd was on their knees drinking somebody's piss or standing and pissing in somebody else's mouth.

Everybody was soaking wet.

When I finally emerged dripping wet from the bathroom, a really cute bathhouse attendant named Kenny (all of the Neptune attendants looked like teenagers) threw a big towel around me, grabbed my hand, and led me to a nearby shower-room down a short hall.

Directly across from the shower was a big laundry room, Kenny took my soaking wet clothes, snapped a tiny identifier chip on them, and threw them into the laundry.

I took a quick refreshing shower.

Kenny disappeared for a moment and then reappeared with some of those big luxurious fresh smelling white towels that the Neptune seemed to have an endless supply of.

He said, "Your clothes will be washed and dry in a jiffy. If you like, here is a towel to wear and can I buy you a beer?"

I noticed that all of the towels had a small but beautiful blue logo on them. The logo represented the planet Neptune. Did the club commission the manufacture of these towels and sell them? Was it another one of the enterprises that Walt the owner had told me about?

This turned out to indeed be the case.

Kenny interrupted my musings as he said, "You are very depraved and very hot and I would like to get down on my knees and give you a blow job as you sit back and drink a beer. Or you can let me drink your piss. Your choice."

As I approached the bar, with Kenny tagging along, the sensationally hot and hunky shirtless bartender gestured for me to approach him.

I thought he wanted to say something to me over the loud western music. But instead he grasped my head in a big hand, pulled me toward him, and gave me a long passionate kiss.

There was a lot of tongue. He was a great kisser. But he got called away by another customer, so I just found a stool and sat with my back to the bar.

I really would have to get to know the name of this gorgeous stud.

Kenny was good to his word, and I relaxed while I filled his busy mouth with piss and then cum and then piss again, never moving from my place on the bar stool.

Since he appeared to be so young, I asked him if he knew Jeff and Jeremy.

He said, "Oh sure. We work out together. They told me about you. They are both crazy about you. I think they want to take you away from Randy."

I laughed and said, "Cute and cuddly as they are, that will never happen."

We went to fetch my warm dry clothes. As I pulled on my tight faded perfectly fitting levis and ran my fingers over my perfect washboard abs, I kept thinking about what a wonderful place the Neptune was.

I gave the utterly adorable Kenny a big wet kiss good night and left for the home I shared with my lover Randy. I wanted to tell him all about it.

I still hadn't found that sandwich shop.