The Neptune

Imagine a world in which cocksuckers are not maligned and belittled, but honored and celebrated and loved. The Neptune all male sex club turns out to be just such a place.

Randy and I were at home in our cozy apartment. I was excited. I had just been named Neptune cocksucker of the month! This was a big honor in the club and there was going to be a special awards celebration.

I asked my lover Randy what these special celebrations were like. He just grinned and said, "Just wait. You will like it. You will like it a lot. Now shut up and finish sucking me the fuck off."

It turned out that the Neptune kept track of how many people each member had given blow jobs to. This was almost automatic, what with the ubiquitous chip implants and with the cameras that filmed everything that happened anywhere in the club. They only counted a suckoff if you had actually taken a man's load—or at least most of it (sometimes guys shared loads).

They even posted a list of the top ten cocksuckers right next to the lobby's big erotic Tom of Finland style drawings of the two guys on their knees at glory holes. Most of us liked to be on this list because it meant you could count on being ordered to your knees a lot and have a cock shoved in your face.

Not only had I won, but I had won hands down. (Butch came in second.)

I was shaking with excitement as I entered the Neptune the next night—eager to experience whatever the fuck the celebration would entail. I was pretty sure it would involve a lot of throat pounding.

As I entered, I saw that the entryway drug dispensary station was blinking violet, and my name was displayed. The screen said, EAT ME. More

Alice in Wonderland

vibes. What would it be this time? Magic mushrooms?

It evidently referred to a single small capsule sitting on a little dish. I happily took the pill and washed it down with the usual ice cold glass of juice—pineapple this time. This was bound to be fun. I found out later that it was just ordinary LSD—a drug that I had once been somewhat afraid of. But I totally trusted the Neptune. They had a perfect knowledge of everybody's psychology and body chemistry.

I should have been clued in by the sound system which was playing

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

.

Anyway, it would be the best trip I ever took.

On one whole wall there was a screen showing a video of me vigorously sucking cock through a gloryhole. The text crawl below it said, "Congratulations you fucking insatiable cocksucker," and similar remarks.

Being so blatantly called out as a cocksucker made me hard as hell. I just loved being called a cocksucker. I loved nothing more than having other guys watching me worship dick.

I felt an overwhelming longing to have a cock shoved into my mouth right then. The fact that Chuck and Mike were rolling around on the floor of the lobby, engaged in one of their endless mutual cocksucking sessions added to my excitement.

That bastard Francisco took my clothes at the check-in and then made me suck him off--as usual. I was annoyed at this delay but unable to resist his big hard cock, and he knew it.

While I had been blowing him through his dutch door glory hole, the rest of the guys had been setting up a special apparatus with a cot in the middle of the lobby. This was where my celebration and/or humiliation would take place.

Once I had gotten Francisco's load (the first of many, I hoped), Jeff and Jeremy lovingly took my hands and guided me to the interesting looking cot apparatus. They instructed me to lie down on my back.

I noticed that Rudy had set up several cameras. Evidently the whole adventure would be immortalized on film.

While these preparations were going on, I looked around. Chuck and Mike had finally finished their sixty-nine. Francisco was now himself on his knees blowing some guy thru the check-in booth glory hole.

I recognized the man he was sucking. It was the hunky bartender who had kissed me one night in the yellow neon bar. I really had to find out who that guy was.

The bottom of the comfortable cot sloped gently down. There was an opening where people could lie down or kneel between my legs, which were spread eagled. My thighs were supported by the cot, but my legs extended past the edge, and my feet were flat on the carpeted floor.

I glimpsed Chuck and Mike down there under the cot. Jeff and Jeremy got down on their bellies on the floor and began to lick and nibble on my bare feet. Chuck was on his knees in a sunken cubical below and began to lick my balls. My balls felt really big and Chuck was soon making a meal of it.

Mike told me one time that Chuck was obsessed with balls. He said he liked balls the way Butch liked cock, or Jeff & Jeremy liked feet. He was a total scrotum junkie.

Woody and Grant were standing on my left and right sides. They grasped my hands and guided them to their hard cocks. Their cocks felt huge and I let out an involuntary sigh. I loved the hotness and hardness as I stroked them. Woody bent down and gave me an affectionate peck on the lips.

The two cocks in my hand felt as big as mountains. (Evidently the LSD was kicking in!)

I had a momentary illusion that the whole universe consisted of nothing but cock. That was OK with me.

Woody's dick began to spurt and soon his whole cock was sloppy with cum, but he didn't lose any of his hard-on. I continued to stroke them both until Grant came too. I now was jerking off two sticky, slippery, still hard cocks.

All the while the boys were furiously slurping on my toes. Jeff had managed to get half of my left foot down his throat. What was it with these guys and feet!

Chuck was murmuring, "I love your fucking big balls, stud," and licking enthusiastically as he soaked my scrotum with saliva.

It was a sexy turn-on to recall how this very same hungry ball worshipper had often topped me by fucking my face or ramming his big dick up my ass. Or Randy's. Or both of us one after the other.

I now saw that Mike had greased up his fingers and was beginning to force his hand up my ass.

I wondered how Mike and Chuck managed to both fit down there in the compartment below me. The apparatus was more elaborate and compartmentalized than was immediately apparent.

Now Randy got down on his knees in front of Grant and began to lick my right armpit. He moaned loudly and slurped and licked my whole armpit like a man starved.

Fred was now similarly engaged at my left armpit. Periodically he forcefully shoved his face--nose first--into my pit and licked and growled and wiggled his head exactly like a big puppy dog.

The man definitely had possibilities.

All through this I never left off jerking off Woody and Grant. I managed to get Grant to cum a second time. My lover, bless his hungry mouth, momentarily left off attending to my armpit and plunged down on Grant's cock and got most of his second load. Grant then plunged his still spurting cock into my armpit.

Soon Randy was back at the armpit, slobbering and licking up Grant's cum overflow.

The acid was now rolling in and I had an intense awareness of everything that was going on around me. It all seemed to be in slow motion and yet paradoxically frenzied and explosively sexual at the same time.

My beautiful Randy partly stood up and gently kissed me on the lips. I loved him so much, and the kiss seemed to involve all of our friends at the same time--as if I was kissing all of them too, while they sucked and licked and made love to various parts of my naked body.

Randy whispered, "Get ready lover." and went back to enthusiastically cleaning my armpit with his tongue.

I noticed bathhouse attendant Tom on his knees sucking off Rudy. Rudy continued filming in spite of the distraction. Tom's dick was hard as hell and sticking straight up in the air. I was thinking, "What a shame somebody could not be sucking on that huge, thick, hard, luscious fucking cock."

Suddenly Tim appeared and, facing me, straddled my prone body. After a quick kiss he lowered his ass onto my raging hard cock. I was now buried up to the hilt in his ass. He squirmed with delight.

Tim was a sort of honorary third member of the partnership of me and Randy. We both loved him a lot, but had reluctantly turned down his invitation to form a thruple. However, that did not stop us from frequently cornering him when we ran into him in the Neptune, throwing him down, and plowing his magnificent and amazeballs fuckable ass.

The excitement was just beginning. I was now virtually flying and floating and singing and falling and whirling and high as hell as I saw in slow motion that Parker was straddling me facing Tim who he put his arms around and kissed on the mouth. It was a long slow deep kiss and I wished it was me with Parkers busy tongue in my mouth. There was so much going on!

But then I could see no more as Parker sat down on my face.

Now my tongue was trying desperately to work its way into Parker's asshole. So hot! I began coming in Tim's ass and I could feel Parker beating off furiously as I frantically rimmed him. I was incredibly honored to be able to rim his heavily muscled man ass.

I just kept cumming. I heard Tim's voice yelling, "Oh God! Shoot your load up my ass, sweetheart!"

I could tell that Parker was also cumming and, incredibly, Grant and Woody were also cumming again--all over my hands. It felt like the silky cum was pouring out of their cocks and coating my hands and arms with gallons of delicious cream. I had a momentary hallucination that I was swimming through an ocean of cum.

At the same time I realized that Mike (or somebody) now had his whole fist up my ass and was working the rest of his forearm up there too. I desperately wanted his whole arm up my ass.

Chuck's oral attention to my balls had reached a frenzy. I was sure that Jeff and Jeremy were cumming too, as I continued to shoot my load up Tim's violently squirming eager ass. It felt like his ass was milking the cum out of my dick.

Suddenly Parker lifted up off my face and slammed his spurting cock into Tim's mouth and shot and shot and shot and shot--or so it seemed to me in my stoned state.

I realized that between my feet and hands and armpits and cock and balls and asshole and mouth that I was having sex with at least eight guys at the same time.

I felt an overwhelming love for all of them and seemed to hang in space as I shot my load again and again and again.

I either blacked out or just fell asleep for few minutes.

When I came to, I was covered with sweat and cum. Woody was gently chewing on my nipples, while Chuck had my now semi-soft dick in his mouth, and Randy was still licking my armpit.

The night was not over, however. My friends knew what I needed above all other experiences. They soon made sure I got it.

After a complicated untangling of numerous gorgeous naked bodies, they lifted me up and carried me to a beautiful shower room that I had never seen before.

I was really tripping now. I felt like a god as Tim and Randy and Chuck and Mike and the boys and Woody took turns soaping me up and washing me and showering me with gentle kisses to my mouth and tits and arms and belly. Then they all lovingly dried me off.

For some reason I temporarily got hung up on the beautiful blue Neptune logos that decorated the big luxurious white towels. "The Neptune has brought me all this love," I thought, as tears of happiness rolled down my face.

Then they carried me to the suckoff gallery. Randy and Tim roughly pushed me down onto my knees in front of a glory hole. A big cock appeared.

Hard cocks were sticking through all of the glory holes. In my stoned state, the room seemed to be rotating like a merry-go-round. It was a lovely feeling. I looked at the line of hard cocks, and they now seemed to go off to infinity. I wanted to suck all of them.

Randy's big hands grabbed my head and forced me down on the cock at the glory hole. He just slammed my head down on the dick and made me take it all the way down.

This made my dick get really hard, and when a second, and then a third cock were subsequently shoved into my mouth I did not need anyone to force my head down, because I was unable to stop taking each of them all the way down my throat.

It was as if an irresistible magnetic force was making me swallow them to the root.

Besides, Randy himself had dropped to his knees at the next glory hole and was vigorously sucking cock too. This excited me tremendously.

He was almost as big a cocksucker as I was and, in fact, had come in third in the count of cocks sucked. He would never catch up to me, however--but he sure did try.

I momentarily stopped sucking and looked down the suckoff gallery. The corridor was designed to be lined with cocksuckers, and that is what I now saw. I saw all of my friends on their knees sucking cock.

All of them on their knees—sucking cock! Goddam! Fucking cocksuckers. Beautiful fucking cocksuckers!

We all remained on our knees for the rest of the night and probably sucked off a couple of hundred cocks before the sun came up.

In my totally stoned state I imagined that I outdid them all by sucking off a thousand men and swallowing two thousand loads.

Of course this was fantasy and hallucination. But it really did seem like that is what I did, and, in fact, I am told that I did set a few records, and may have actually sucked off over thirty guys.

To cap off the night, they led me to another room that I had never seen before. It was octagon shaped, had a padded floor, spotlights in the ceiling, and the walls were formed by eight mirrors.

Then all of my friends--and a whole lot of other studs too--gathered in a ring and made me and Randy and Tim suck off every one of them bukkake style.

You could see reflections of the three hungry cocksuckers, brightly spotlighted, on their knees in the center of the room, going off to infinity in all directions.

Talk about a happy awards celebration!

Of course it was all filmed.

My acid tripping night on my knees in the octagon continued to obsess me for the next week and I made Randy let me blow him again and again.

Tim helped him satisfy me and between them both face fucking me for a couple days straight, finally satisfied my cock lust.

Temporarily. Temporarily.