The Neptune sex club has a tradition where members tell stories in the snack bar. The stories are usually about sex and almost always lead to the listeners getting so worked up that they all end up having a big no-holds-barred orgy.
I was in one of my favorite places in the Neptune
It was a very special
storytime
night in the Grotto, the main snack shop. It was fistfucker week at the club and the story was apparently on theme.
The story teller was a new member named Rusty.
Rusty had a tight compact body and looked like the boy next door—if the boy next door had flowing brown curly hair and wore tight faded levis that showed off a perfect ass. Oh god, that ass!
It was the kind of ass that—if you saw him lying naked on his belly—you would be unable to resist burying your face in his crack, working your tongue into his holy spot, and trying desperately to make him cum.
The story he had to tell was said to be a particularly hot one. Mike and Randy and the usual crowd were assembled.
Preparatory to tonight's story, everybody had stopped by the dispensing station to drink one of Neptune's magical potions. Since it was fistfucker week, we were pretty sure we knew what it was.
We all had been told that by the end of the story we would be so turned on that we would be eager to get our brains fucked out—and probably fisted.
To that end (as it were), a team of beefy top men had been assembled in a nearby part of the club who would, uh, do that.
I was already hard just thinking about it!
Tim, ever eager to get fucked, was literally bouncing up and down with anticipation. It turned out that he could not wait to get fucked, and had a dildo up his ass, and that explained the bouncing. What a perv!
I noticed that the sexy Dr Joe and his assistant, the hulking nurse Bruce, were in attendance.
Bruce was looking spectacular, as usual, in one of the sexy Neptune tank tops. I wanted to lick his armpits. In fact, I wanted to give him a full body tongue bath.
I also hoped I would get a chance to get fucked by his big thick dick before the night was over. I wouldn't complain about having his fist up my ass either.
Rusty began his story and it was a doozy.
"This all happened when I was back in junior college," he began.
"One evening after class I was sitting behind in my chair, thinking about sex, when one of my young classmates walked back into the room.
I was wearing my favorite pair of snug-fitting chinos. I knew I looked good in them. I spent a lot of time looking over my shoulder at my ass in the mirror.
I was not sure about my sexuality, but thinking about my tight round ass always made me hot. My ass was about to become the center of all my fantasies.
I had noticed him earlier. He was a very muscular black man about 6 foot four.
He had a big chest and massive arms. He wore very tight low rise levis that fit him like a glove.
He radiated masculinity like a nuclear furnace.
The low rise levis showed a massive bulge that made me stare riveted to his crotch.
I couldn't take my eyes off the enchanting package.
I knew that he could see me staring at his fly.
He slowly walked toward me.
I was unable to speak or drop my gaze.
He was now standing close in front of me with the big bulge in his fly directly in front of my face.
There was a pause, and then I heard him say in a deep masculine voice, "My name is Derek. I'd like to shove my hand up your ass."
Then he turned around and walked slowly out.
I could not help noticing as he walked away how terrifically well-built he was, how his slim hips and muscular tight round ass fit his arrogant walk, how fucking unbelievably sex-god hot he was.
I was hard as a rock.
I could not stop thinking about what he had just said.
As I pictured him putting his hand in my asscrack, I came spontaneously and violently.
That night I came about four more times as I fantasized about his hand in my ass. I was obsessed with this super hot dude. Other than wanting to feel his hand, I was not even sure what it was I wanted.
Each time I focused on how it would feel to have his hand touch my asscrack, I would cum again.
It was about a week before I saw him again. Again I had stayed behind. I had a visible hard-on as I sprawled in my chair. I did not care if he saw me with a big erection.
He walked right up to me.
The massive bulge in the front of his levis was inches from my face as he said, "Did you think about what I said last week?"
For some reason I blurted out, "I'm not gay."
With that ridiculous statement he grasped my jaw and stuck his thumb in my mouth and bent my head back so that I had to look up at him. His thumb was really big.
I could not believe that anyone could be so fucking masculine.
I started cumming. I came and came and came.
He just watched me writhing in orgasm as the front of my chinos turned dark with cum. He smiled.
Finally he said, "Yeah. You're not gay. Right.
