There is a tradition in the all male Neptune sex club and bathhouse where members sit around in the snack shop and try to outdo each other by telling sexy stories. When the stories get too hot, everybody ends up in a big orgy
I was back in the Grotto, the main Neptune snack shop. I was sitting at a big round table with Mike, Chuck, Rocky, Parker, Tony, Kevin, Jeffrey, Jeremy and a guy I hadn't met yet named Lance. A joint was being passed around.
Randy was out of town at a conference and I missed him.
Tonight there was to be a long standing tradition of the Neptune called,
storytime
.
This popular event worked like this: Some member was designated to tell a story to the group. Lance was tonight's story teller. His tale was rumored to be about surfers and how they liked to get their dicks sucked.
Lance was a tall muscular blue-eyed hunk with medium length ash-blond hair and a clean-shaven boyish face, He looked like your fantasy of a surfer, and that was, indeed, what he was.
The boys—that is to say, Jeff and Jeremy—had found Lance at the surfer beach sucking cock in a hidden cove. After watching Lance suck off his third cock, they figured he was a natural for the Neptune and got him admitted to the club, where he could indulge his passion to his hearts content.
There was one rule about
storytime
: The door to the side suckoff room was locked.
The idea was that only when we had been worked up into an almost uncontrollable frenzy of sexual desire would the door open, and we could then indulge in whatever our unbridled lust propelled us to do. The Neptune poker room above the lobby operated on the same principle. It was a psychological form of "edging". Edging was very popular in the Neptune.
I should add that, occasionally, the stories were non-sexual retellings of classic tales, or just autobiographical. The presenter was pre-screened by Rudy to be sure his story was compelling and interesting.
Each narration was filmed as a sort of combo story and soft porn film. Soft porn because the stories were usually very explicit and sexy. And it didn't hurt that the story teller and his audience were always semi-naked hunky looking guys, who were obviously in a bathhouse.
I had recently discovered the Neptune theater, where I had seen the
storytime
film about the tale of Tom and Jerry and the shark. It was narrated by a hysterically funny guy I had never met, and he almost had me falling on the floor laughing.
I was pleased to see that Butch showed up at the last minute. He paused standing by my chair for a moment greeting everybody, and with his crotch practically in my face. The bastard knew he was torturing me.
I caught Rocky looking at me with a big evil grin on his handsome face, clearly enjoying my predicament. I wanted to kiss that grin off his face.
On
storytime
night we were required to wear something. Most of the guys were in the snug and popular Neptune short shorts and tank tops.
I should mention that the club had a sideline of selling sexy mens clothing with the Neptune logo. The logo was a beautiful blue disc with a smaller greenish disk nearby. It was, in fact, the planet Neptune and its moon Triton. These tank tops were very big sellers. So was the Neptune baseball cap.
I asked Walt one time if there was a floor dedicated to manufacturing these kinds of products, just like there was one whole floor for the recreational drug labs. Indeed, Neptune made their own poppers on site. Even the poppers, if you looked closely, had the blue Neptune logo.
Walt just laughed and said, "The Neptune is big, but not big enough for that. We contract all that out somewhere in Asia. By the way, we pay our workers very good wages. Some of the other international companies don't like us very much, because it tends to force them to pay their workers more too."
I must digress again for a moment to mention that there was another wonderful thing about these duds. When you bought an item, it came with a notice that said, "By buying this product you agree that, if you are on the street anywhere in the world and see a dude wearing a Neptune product, you are free, and in fact encouraged, to take him behind the nearest bush or down the nearest alley, drop to your knees, and suck him off—or vice-versa."
For tonight we had all decided to smoke a little bit of Mary Jane (grown in a greenhouse on the roof of the building!) So, I was feeling very mellow and enjoying the gentle dance of the many colorful fish in the magnificent salt water aquarium that surrounded most of the room.
Music was softly playing in the background on the superb Neptune sound system. I recognized it. It was the soundtrack of the classic surfing film, "The Endless Summer".
I looked around happily and a little bit stoned at all my handsome friends and fuck buddies.
Lance began his story.
"When I was 18 I lived in Venice Beach and spent all my time surfing. I thought of myself as straight, although I occasionally let some faggot give me a blow job.
"There was another surfer names Danny who had sucked me off from time to time. He had a cosy apartment in a cute duplex just a half block from the beach.
I had stopped by one night to let him pleasure me and fell asleep afterwards on his couch. I was awakened in the night by the sound of a chime. It was not like a door chime. It was just a sweet one note melodic chime.
I got up to go take a piss. When I came back into the dimly lit living room, I saw Danny on his knees by the south wall with his head bobbing up and down vigorously. I realized he was sucking cock.
There must be a hole in that wall, and somebody in the adjoining apartment was letting Danny service him. For some reason my cock twitched to hardness. I just figured that Danny sucking off the other guy had reminded me that I would not mind another blow job myself.
I went over and stood by Danny as he slurped on the dick poking through the wall.
When he noticed me, he left off for a minute, looked up at me, grabbed the big dick, waved it at me and flashed a big smile. Did I mention that Danny was really cute and had a great smile?
Then with a total lack of self consciousness he went back to furiously sucking it.
I noticed that the cock he was sucking was unusually large.
I was now as hard as a rock.
He soon got the guys load and moaned loudly as he swallowed every drop. He then switched to my dick and buried it all the way down his throat. I came immediately and Danny eagerly swallowed his second load in two minutes.
"Well, that was an interesting adventure," I thought as I left. Some guys sure do like to suck dick!
In the following days I found myself thinking about Danny on his knees sucking off that unknown dude's cock.
I tried to picture what the guy looked like and imagined him as a huge hulking stud with massive arms. I found that every time I thought of Danny sucking him off I got a hard-on.
One day, another surfer, who sometimes gave me blow jobs, noticed my hard-on and gestured for me to follow him behind a big rock, where he could service me.
After he finished blowing me, I found that I was not yet satisfied, and decided I would have to visit Danny tonight and let a real cocksucker take care of me.
For some reason, I needed to smoke a couple joints before I dropped by Danny's that night.
