Yet again the notorious Neptune sex club shares a delightful recreational pharmaceutical that causes me to..., well, read the story! Some of these Neptune stories are largely expository, but this one contains a lot of steamy sex. I hope you enjoy it.
As I walked into the Neptune tonight a soft chime sounded. It was coming from the drug dispensary station near the entrance. I looked over and saw a blinking violet light which was a signal that there was something waiting for me there.
I knew that it was for me because the view screen showed a photo of me. It was quite flattering. Even I was impressed at how cute and sexy I looked. The Neptune was forever filming and photographing all of us, and somebody had gone to the trouble of extracting this nice face shot of me.
I would have to ask Walt if I could get a copy of that photo to give to Randy who had been asking me for a photo so he could, "look at it and jack off when I wasn't around."
A glass of apple juice was waiting for me there. It came out on a little sheathed turntable and reminded me of the replicator on the star ship Enterprise. I imagined that it had materialized just before it emerged. But even the Neptune did not have that technology. Or did they!
The screen blinked twice and then showed a message that said, "The juice contains several hot and heavy drugs that will make you do wild and crazy (but completely safe) things. Are you up for it?" I tapped a button on the screen that said, FUCK YES! The other button simply said NO.
I drank down the ice cold juice—it was delicious. The display screen now said, "Take off all your clothes, and then follow the trail of blinking green lights to find the venue for tonight's adventure. And have fun, cocksucker!"
Always with the insults! Or was it an insult?
I followed the lights quite a ways through winding passages. I finally got to a tiny
Alice in Wonderland
style room with only one other exit—an up escalator. I stepped on it. It was amazingly silent. It took me up and up and up.
The walls were made of some kind of flickering matte plastic material that showed lovely patterns of starbursts, spiraling pinwheels, blobs, dots, and other organic shapes that morphed into each other and constantly changed color. I could hear trippy synthesiser music all around me. Classic 70s psychedelia, in fact. But well done.
Walt, the owner and manager of the club was a huge fan of 70s psychedelia.
I finally emerged into a large room full of low couches that merged into the walls and floor. Everything was covered by a soft leatherlike material. On the walls there were various green plants and flowers in containers and even a few aquariums with neon tetras and tiny light fixtures and discrete mirrors.
There were also lots of video screens showing very professional looking porn.
It was a very inviting and quite beautiful room. It looked like a cross between an Architectural Digest featured salon and a bathhouse orgy room. That, in fact, was exactly what it was.
Whether it was the drug I had recently gotten in the apple juice, or the exotic and sensuous surroundings, I was starting to feel distinctly stoned. It was clearly a THC kind of high because I was having that old familiar, "Oh my God, I have never been this stoned!" feeling. In short, I felt great. I didn't even care if I had sex tonight.
But I would soon change my mind about that!
As I watched one of the video screens, I realized that some of the scenes I was watching were of me and many of my Neptune friends, fucking our brains out in various parts of the club. This was the first time I had seen footage of myself having sex. I was quite impressed at how sexy I looked. I thought, "I am a porn star, And I am fucking hot!"
I was getting a major boner.
I fantasized that the Neptune could clone me, and then I could have sex with myself. But even the Neptune could not do that! Could they?
Now totally tripping, I watched myself having sex with Randy and Rocky and Tim and Jeff & Jeremy and Butch and Tom and Parker and all the others. I loved them all so much. My face was covered with tears of wonder and happiness, even as the tip of my cock was leaking precum.
I noticed Chuck and Mike rolling around on the padded leatherlike floor in a furious sixty-nine. These two six-foot-three beauties both loved to suck cock, and especially liked working on each other. At first I thought I was watching them in a video. But then I realized they were actually in front of me. Boy was I stoned!
I watched as Chuck wrapped his big studly arms around Mike's beautiful muscular ass and pulled him toward him as hard as possible in an attempt to get even more of Mike's big black nine-inch dick down his throat. I had a good view of Mike's wonderful muscular back as he engaged in the same ass-grabbing maneuver with the same aim of getting more dick into his own mouth.
Then they switched to mutual ball worship. I remembered that Chuck was a big time ball-worshipper. Whenever I got him between my legs he always ended up licking and slurping and making shameless love to my balls,
