As if I was not a big enough cocksucker already, I am forced to become an even bigger one at the Neptune all male sex club. Result: I am now totally addicted to cock.
As I entered the Neptune tonight, I was determined to find the snack bar without getting waylaid. I actually waited until Francisco was away from his station, and the entrance area was empty, to traverse the lobby—past the cock and balls couch area—and to go through one of the many doors that exited the lobby.
I had to step over a naked Chuck & Mike, who were engaged in a vigorous sixty nine on the floor. They could go on for hours obsessing on each other's big hard dicks. They were oblivious to me as I stepped over them. So fucking cute. And hot!
I should say something about the general decor of the place. There was generally color everywhere. The walls of the lobby were covered with joyful psychedelic art. There were also lots of sexy drawings of men in various sexual combinations. Moreover, this kind of intense and explicit male homoerotic art (and sculpture) often appeared throughout the club.
One of my favorites was a magnificently detailed drawing of a muscular young hunk at a glory hole, looking back at you over his shoulder, as he grasped an enormous hard cock sticking out of the hole. The cock was dripping a little bit, and the handsome cocksucker had an enormous hard on. He was smiling and licking cum off his lips.
Next to this was a drawing in the same style of another stud, on his knees in profile, sucking major cock. He had it halfway down his throat. He also had a major and impressive boner.
These erotic images were not framed and removable. They were painted directly on the walls.
A lot of the artwork was in Tom of Finland style, and all of it was sybaritically realistic, in contrast to the many colorful, trippy, abstract designs that covered so many other walls and even ceilings.
The whole place had a definite seventies vibe. Walt the owner admitted that he had designed it that way, because he was fascinated with the stories he had read about the wild sexual abandon of that long-gone magical era.
The erotic artworks on the walls were constantly changing. I was worried that they had simply gotten painted over. But Walt assured me that they were always lovingly reproduced and stored or sold to customers on their vast pornography mailing list.
The joltingly erotic painting of the muscle studs sucking cock at the glory holes never changed however. It was what the whole club was about. Along with the big couch, it dominated the lobby. These glorious drawings never failed to give me a hard on.
I had managed to slip by Francisco and went through what I knew to be the correct exit portal (It was next to a drawing of two cute naked young men holding sandwiches and kissing.)
As soon as I entered, I saw a beautiful violet light above a small alcove in the wall. I was surprised to see my name on a display screen. Below my name it said: Take the pill below and have a drink of orange juice. A little tray silently emerged from the wall. On it was a big blue pill and the glass of juice. I obeyed. I had no idea what the pill would do to me. But by now, I completely trusted the Neptune. Make me a little bit high I supposed. Little did I know!
Again I found myself passing aquariums. As I proceeded the music changed to a peaceful classical mix. I was almost never able to identify exactly what piece of classical music was playing in this lovely place, but it was always something sublime.
It made me feel the way I felt the first time I ever heard classical music on an elementary school trip to the planetarium in Griffith Park (I grew up in LA). After the show I had asked the planetarium director what kind of music that was. He said it was called classical music. I had never heard of it, but I was instantly in love.
I emerged into a large but somehow cosy snack bar with a counter along one wall. This was "The Grotto." Most of the room was surrounded by the most enormous aquarium I have ever seen. I could tell it was a salt water aquarium. My god! There was actually a big white shark swimming around in there.
I saw Butch and Lance at a nearby table with a bunch of their friends playing some sort of board game. I had never seen either of them before with clothes on. Butch looked particularly impressive in one of the custom Neptune tank tops.
The warm flickering light of the aquariums provided most of the illumination. A couple of red lights over the counter indicated that this was a no sex area. The general atmosphere was one of tranquil relaxation.
I spotted Rocky, Tony, Tom and Woody sitting at a table laughing and eating burgers.
The feast of gorgeous biceps was almost as appetizing as the big juicy burgers they were all eating. I grabbed a burger at the counter (free, like everything in the club) and joined them at a big round table. The burger was delicious and I was tempted to have another one but didn't because I didn't want to be too full to enjoy all the sexy adventures the night was sure to hold.
I asked them, "What are Butch and all those guys doing?"
Rocky answered, "Oh, they're playing a game called
The Settlers of Catan
. It goes on and on forever."
Tom said, "They just call it
Catan
these days. Looking at that group, they should just call it
The cocksuckers of Catan
Everybody laughed and Tom said, "It is endless. It's going to give sex clubs a bad name."
There was a tradition associated with the Grotto called
