The Neptune

I get an orientation and make some new and adorably cute friends.

On my next visit, I was given an orientation to the Neptune by Walt, the owner-manager. He was older than any of the members, probably in his forties, but still pretty hot.

He started the interview by asking me if I minded if he gave me a blow job. I said I didn't and did he want reciprocation. He said definitely not. He was one of those guys who, although personality-wise very forceful, was sexually totally submissive.

As the interview went on, I found that I really liked him as a person. Indeed, as the founder and chief designer or the Neptune, he was beloved by everyone.

He was quite a good cocksucker. Very enthusiastic. Blow job done, he told me that the Neptune was large, wealthy, ever-changing, dedicated to pleasure, and free to any guy hot enough to qualify, and willing to conform to certain rules.

The club was wealthy because they sold a vast amount of high quality pornography and some other things. He did not say what the other things were. The pornography was all filmed in the club and featured virtually all the members. By being a member I would automatically become a porn star.

But any member could opt out of being filmed—permanently or temporarily—if he wished. To opt out you just told the desk you didn't want to be filmed and they entered that into master control—which is what they called their all pervasive state-of-the-art computer system.

In actuality, they would still film you—but sophisticated AI post-processing would edit out your identity so that you would be unrecognizable in the final film. The way they knew you were opting out was because every member was required to have a small chip implant.

There were sensors everywhere, and the chip not only kept track of where and who you were, but automatically monitored your pulse rate and several other vital functions.

Responsible recreational drug use was permitted—in fact encouraged—and there were occasional but rare medical issues arising from this and other factors. But the chip monitors would guarantee that nothing bad happened. Help was always minutes away.

I did not mind the small sacrifice of freedom implicit in the implant, and in fact, I soon came to feel protected and safe anywhere in the club

because

of it.

Walt explained how sophisticated the whole automated facility was. Not only did the computers automatically film anything that was moving—using cleverly concealed cameras spread throughout the building—it controlled all the lighting, the sound system, door locks, certain automated furniture such as turntables, the temperature and recycling of various pools and fountains, and other water features such as aquariums, the heating and cooling system and on and on.

There was a large control room which I never did see that ran everything. Chuck of Chuck & Mike had told me that he worked in this control room and that he found machinery and computers very sexy. To each his own.

He also mentioned that he could watch anything that went on in the club (which was quite a lot) and he loved being a voyeur and jacked off a lot watching the escapades of his friends getting down and dirty. Since we were one and all exhibitionists, nobody gave a shit about that.

Walt explained that the economic heart of the Neptune was their lucrative pornography business, and much of the control room was dedicated to that. The system also operated several drug dispensing stations that could be tailored to specific people, but more about that later.

After giving me a second expert blow job Walt told me a little more about the rules and philosophy.

He said that the main purpose of the Neptune was to have as much fun as was humanly possible. The pornography business was just a way to underwrite the considerable expense of the ever changing facility—and to make the membership free.

Of course, the members were in a sense working for their benefits by being featured in the porn videos, but it all worked out to the benefit and delight of everybody.

Walt said that he was basically a businessman and used to be the manager of a major city aquarium. He loved running the Neptune and its associated enterprises. I asked him what enterprises were there were besides the porn films. He said it involved cutting edge recreational drugs and clothing and sex toys and various other personal products. But more about that later too.

He told me that the club had a lot of rules that were strictly enforced. In spite of its dedication to sexual decadence, the Neptune was very strict about a lot of things, including the minimum age of its members, which was 18.

Another rule was that sexual activity was forbidden in certain parts of the facility, such as the elevators and restaurants. You could tell when an area was off limits because there was always a small red light burning.

One time when I started to have sex in one of the off-limits area, three red lights started furiously flashing. I assumed that the next step would be a klaxon and a couple big burley guards that would grab me and throw me into a holding cell (and hopefully hold me down and rape me). Anyway, duly reminded, I stopped.

I had noticed other colors of lights but did not know what they signified at that time.

Another rule was that, although moderate drinking was allowed, in the restaurants for example, if you got drunk you would be asked to leave.

Walt said the Neptune preferred softer drugs.

"Like pot or LSD," I asked.

"Well, yes, in some cases. But we have a lot of other drugs even more fun than that!"

"Like what?" I asked.

Walt just smiled and replied, "You'll find out."

He continued, "There are a number of drug dispensaries scattered around the facility. By the way, the computer knows every time you have taken something and will never let you overdose or take something that would harm you.

"There are voice input portals almost everywhere, You will recognize them by a discrete blue light. Just ask a portal anything, and it will immediately respond or summon a human if that is necessary. Just like the computer on the Star Trek Enterprise.

"Incidentally, we have a doctor in the building 24/7. We call him Dr Joe. He is seldom needed and is a computer tech in central control the rest of the time.

"There are also several doctors among the members, although you will probably never know who they are. Well, that about wraps it up.

"Now how about that blow job we were talking about?"

I laughed and said, "I think we already did that—twice in fact—But OK, go for it."

Down he went, The guy was insatiable.

I later found out that he had a special private glory hole and would spend hours on his knees sucking guys off.

It was a blind glory hole because he found it particularly exciting to not be able to see the guy he was blowing. But all of the members knew that is was Walt's private glory hole and were delighted to honor their beloved patron and founder by making sure he got as much cock as he needed and as often as he needed it.

And apparently he needed it quite a lot.

I sometimes jack off thinking about me being on my knees behind that glory hole instead of Walt. But the bastard has never invited anyone else to share it. I suspect it is the whole reason he built the Neptune in the first place.

After this very interesting orientation, I went looking for two guys I had met on a previous night named Jeffrey and Jeremy.

They were both 18 years old but looked like they were 15. Jeffrey had blue eyes and beautiful surfer style blond hair. Jeremy was a brunette with a buzz cut and a classic twink mustache and beard.

They were lovers and they were unbelievably cute. They could easily form the core of a particularly hot Boy Band and everybody called them "The Boys."

They both were expert surfers and when not at the Neptune could be found at the beach with their buddy Lance.

Lance had a hot and interesting sexual history which I will tell about by and by.

Jeffrey and Jeremy had made it clear that they wanted to get together with me, and we were going to hook up today.

I saw a blue light on a discrete panel on the wall. It was one of the audio portals for the computer system. Feeling a bit like an Enterprise starship crew member I said, "Computer, locate Jeffrey and Jeremy."

A deep masculine voice immediately responded, "They are in the video arcade, cocksucker. I will show you how to get there. Follow the green lights on the wall."

Was the computer insulting me or just acknowledging the core of my being?

I saw a blinking green light about two feet away. I walked up to it and stopped. Another green light further along had now appeared. These colored lights, blue and red and green and so on were often transitory and you never saw anything on the surface where a light had been.

It was as if all the walls everywhere could display any color at any time. This turned out to be the the case, as I later found out one delightfully stoned night during one of the Neptune's spectacular special occasion parties.

Anyway, the green lights exactly paced me as I walked, and eventually, after passing through several long curvy passageways, led me to the video arcade.

I had not known that the place even had a video arcade. The usual beeps and boinks native to such places assaulted me as I entered. I basically hated video arcades.

Jeffrey was playing some sort of shoot 'em up game. Jeremy was behind him fucking him as Jeffrey vigorously operated the controls.

Jeffrey was using a lot of body English. I could not tell if all his writhing had something to do with the game or something to do with getting fucked. Apparently both.

As I walked up, Jeremy grabbed me and kissed me on the mouth. He pulled out of his lover and said, "Take over."

He addressed Jeffrey and said, "Sweetheart, the stud with the big dick that you liked so much is going to fuck you now."

He looked at me and added, "He's been talking about getting plowed by you ever since we met. Do you mind if I suck your toes while you are fucking him. We are both crazy about you."

He didn't wait for me to say yes as he flopped down on his belly on the floor and began vigorously sucking the toes my right foot.

I now had a big hard on. Even I was impressed on how big it looked as I slowly pushed it into the gorgeous blond twink's perfect ass.

Jeffrey moaned and pressed back hard on my cock until it was buried up to the hilt. He never left of playing the video game, and eventually this excited me so much that I went over the top.

I started to orgasm and shot jets of jism up Jeffrey's butt. But my cock slipped out of Jeffrey's writhing ass and my cum started splashing all over Jeremy's face and head on the floor where he had practically my whole foot in his mouth. The foot and the cum shower set him off, and I could see that he was cumming too.

And now Jeremy was also cumming. He finally took his hands off the controls and bent down and moaned, "Oh yes fuck me fuck me," as all three of us drained our loads.

For a few minutes we just lay in a pile of naked sweaty cum-soaked bodies on the floor (apparently made out of cork—quite warm and comfortable).

I got up off the floor and sat on a nearby stool so that Jeremy, who had somehow gotten my left foot in his mouth, could suck on my toes unencumbered. And boy did he ever! This gave me a new hard-on and Jeffrey immediately got up on his knees and plunged down on my cock.

I was being sucked off in two different ways and thinking, "Now if I just had somebody to suck on my right foot."

As if by magic, my hunky boyfriend Randy showed up and, after giving me a very passionate kiss with lots of tongue, did in fact go down to suck my right foot.

The two foot fetishists were truly fantastic and each managed to get half of a foot inside hungry mouths.

This made me shoot another load into Jeffrey's furiously slurping suck-hole. He moaned loudly as he gulped down my cum.

Exhausted, we again all curled up in a big pile of naked sweaty bodies.

I lay on my back with Randy's naked body on top of me. I loved how muscular and perfectly gorgeous he was and could not believe that such a beautiful man was totally in love with me.

After a while the boys jumped up, pulled me up by both hands, and said, "Let's all take a shower and a dip."

Randy said he was hungry for some cock (when wasn't he?) and was going up to a secret new suckoff room he had just discovered. He kissed all three of us on the mouth goodbye and split.

The boys led me to an elevator.

We emerged on the twelfth floor and went into one of the most luxurious shower rooms I had ever seen. The water was hot. The pressure was great. There were piles of huge white towels afterward to dry off with.

There were two silent cute hunky attendants who would dry you off if you wanted them to.

I could see a red light on one wall and therefore knew that this was a no sex area. But we all three took advantage of the services of the unspeaking and rather sensuous "towel boys."

They did not seem to mind that we were all sporting major boners and dried our dicks off with the same attention that they gave the rest of our bodies.

In the flickering sensuous light of the shower room, Jeff and Jeremy's dicks looked enormous to me. I could not wait to get them somewhere where I could get down on my knees and suck them both off. This made my dick start leaking. Jeremy smiled as he caught me checking out his junk.

I blurted out, "I want to suck you both off so bad!"

They immediately took me by both hands and led me to a nearby private room with soft floors where I would be able to indulge my lust. As we entered Jeremy tapped a white light on the wall and said "Bukkake alert!"

I did not know what that word meant at that time. I have to jack off right now as I think back on it. I get a raging hard on every time I think of that wonderful day.

After an orgy that I will not even attempt to describe, the boys took me to the showers again, and then to a big round hole in the wall.

Jeff jumped into the opening and disappeared. We could hear him yelling joyfully as his voice faded away. Jeremy smiled and said, "It's a water slide. Jump in."

I did. Wow! I slid down twelve floors of twisting and looping slide. At times I experienced pronounced centrifugal force. At other times I seemed to be flying.

At various points, as I rapidly descended, I could see the lights of the city outside through large crystal-clear windows. Then the city would vanish and be replaced by flickering colored lights or just plain darkness as I sped along. It was one of the most exhilarating experiences I have ever had.

The whole episode was also a vivid proof of the faith and sense of safety I now had anywhere in the Neptune.

I knew that nothing bad would happen, even though I was at times going awfully fast.

Finally I emerged laughing as I shot out a big round tube and splashed down next to Jeffrey in the large main Neptune indoor pool.

I looked up at the exit to the slide. It was bright red and contrasted nicely with the intense blue of the pool. I could just detect the clean fresh scent of chlorine. Classical music was playing softly in the background.

Jeremy emerged and splashed down right next to us. We three lazily doggy paddled in a circle as we gently wrapped naked arms around each other in a trio of mutual love. I thought of Esther Williams and laughed. We were all laughing and gently nuzzling and kissing. I was inexpressibly happy.

I will have a lot more to say about the beautiful Neptune pool another time.