In the depths of the sex club known as The Neptune, there is a delightful lunch bar called The Grotto. It has world class burgers and is surrounded by a gigantic wraparound salt-water aquarium. One of the delights of the club is a tradition that we call
storytime
. This always takes place in The Grotto. The stories are usually very pornographic and very hot. Some of the people in the stories are now members, and to tell the truth, it is sometimes hard to tell where the stories end and the over-the-top licentiousness of the club begins. The stories are a lot of fun and so is the wanton debauchery that usually follows.
Tonight's story was called
The Pied Piper of Cocksucking.
The Neptune had even printed up cards with that title and included a very sexy drawing of a hunky cocksucker on his knees sucking off a very muscular, very hung young man wearing nothing but levis, with his cock sticking out of the wide open fly.
The card said there would be a special buffet after
storytime
to celebrate some anniversary or other.
Me and my friends were gathered around one of the big round tables.
Randy and I were sharing the same chair. He straddled me with his arms abound my torso and was affectionately kissing the back of my neck and playing with my belly button. Billy and Francisco were holding hands, and the entire crowd around the table was in an affectionate mood.
The rule for
storytime
was that we could not have explicit sex during the story—or anywhere in The Grotto for that matter. The Grotto was a Neptune no-sex zone as indicted by the red light over the lunch counter.
It was all because of our grand custom of edging. Edging was very popular in the Neptune. We all enjoyed playing along.
Dr Joe and Bruce were doing some kissy face, and this got my brother Bo and his current boyfriend, Grant, doing the same until Parker rapped on the table, gave them a sharp look, and told them to cut it out.
Randy took advantage of the distraction and seriously licked the back of my neck. It always gives me chills when he does that. My cock got even harder.
The story teller tonight was Rocky of the gorgeous arms. If the tale was to be about cocksucking, he was the perfect person to tell it since he was almost always on his knees chowing down on somebody's dick.
He began, "I am going to tell you how a guy named Gregory managed to turn me into a total and grateful cock addict.
"Gregory was about six feet tall with beautiful arms and pecs, and was without doubt the best looking man I have ever met. Even other men turned to look at him when he walked down the street.
"I think my obsession with working on my arms is probably an attempt to look like him. He was my god!
Gregory and I were best friends in college, and I think he had finally tumbled to the fact that I was hot for him. I thought about gay sex a lot, but had never had the nerve to act on it.
That all changed one evening while I was making dinner for him. Whenever I visited him, I waited on him hand and foot, and loved doing it. He said, "Turn off the stove and turn around."
He was wearing stretch levis, and my eyes were instantly glued to the sizable bulge in his crotch. I estimate his cock was about nine inches long. He could see me staring and said, "You are always looking at my fly, dude. I really like getting sucked off. Would you like to suck my cock?"
I had never sucked a cock before this moment, but I sure thought about it a lot. Finally I was going to be allowed to take Gregory's big beautiful cock into my mouth.
As I fell to my knees, I was trembling with excitement. I was so fucking turned on!
When Gregory said, "Unbutton my fly." I actually started drooling.
I was shaking so much from excitement that I could hardly get the buttons open.
The idea of being on my knees being allowed to unbutton this magnificent man's fucking fly and then... TAKE OUT HIS COCK... caused me to collapse in a trembling mass to the floor in a writhing seemingly endless orgasm.
Gregory smiled and said, "Damn you sure are one gay fucker! When you catch your breath, get back up here and finish what you started."
Still shaking with excitement, I managed to get back up on my knees. (From that day forward it seemed that I spent a lot of time on my knees, but that is another story.)
Soon, I had his thick rock hard dick out, and at that point, Gregory sort of lost control and started fucking my mouth. He grabbed my head, and pretty soon, was ramming all nine inches down my throat.
Then he started to cum.
He came and came and came.
In my mouth. I was so hungry.
So hungry.
I was moaning in ecstasy and swallowed what seemed like a gallon of cum.
When I licked off the last drop from his still semihard dick, I actually wanted more.
I was determined to get Gregory fully hard again and give him the slow and sensuous blow job he deserved. Soon he shot a second load into my mouth, and I thought, "I never never want to get off my knees. I want this cock in my mouth always."
After pumping a third load out of that wonderful dick, we collapsed in bed and slept for about ten hours.
