I spend a wild birthday at the amazing all-men's sex club known as the Neptune and get a very sexy and exhausting present.
It was my birthday. After treating me to a wonderful candlelit birthday meal in the rooftop Neptune restaurant, Randy and I were splashing around in the stunningly beautiful Neptune indoor swimming pool. It was lined by blue tile that reminded me of the iconic Blue Willow china pattern
It was clearly modeled after the beautiful Roman pool at Hearst Castle in California.
At the head of the pool was a small colorful lifeguard stand and at the other end there was a slightly larger than life-size, and gloriously muscular statue in pure white marble, of the Roman god Neptune.
Neptune was extremely handsome, had long curling hair, big biceps, a large semi-hard thick cock and lovely big balls.
I was looking lustfully at this sensuous statue when Randy said, "If you like him, you ought to see our statue of Apollo."
He was groping my hard dick under the water. We were just splashing around in the pleasantly cool water enjoying ourselves. We were the only people in the pool.
It was peaceful and lovely. Some soft bathhouse music was playing. It had a vaguely disco beat. I always loved disco. If each lifestyle has a musical theme, disco is definitely the official music of gay people.
I wondered what kind of music would be uniquely appropriate for straight men—or straight women for that matter.
The Neptune's unobtrusive but pervasive sound system always amazed me. They say that there was a disk jockey somewhere controlling it all, but I never met him. But he always read the mood perfectly. A fucking genius in fact!
I noticed the exit of the water slide. It was yellow tonight. For some reason, they kept changing the color. I remembered that a few nights back it was purple and green when I was sixty-nining with Parker as we slid down the slide.
Our goal had been to mutually cum in each other's mouths mid-slide, but we never accomplished this ambitious feat. We did mutually cum once under water and had fun bragging about that. I fucking loved Parker's big fat dick. Pretty much everybody in the club wanted to suck him off. And frequently did.
It turned out that Randy was an expert swimmer. I enjoyed watching his wonderfully muscular back and arms as he swam laps.
We got out of the water and lay cuddling on a great big soft deep blue poolside mat. It smelled fresh and clean with a slight hint of frangipani.
The water was sparklingly clear and as blue as the Aegean Sea in July.
I asked, "How do they keep everything so clean in this place? I never see anyone cleaning."
He answered, "I think there must be silent cleaning crews working all the time. Did you ever notice how certain doors that you thought you remembered just seem to disappear and then reappear another time? I suspect they are closed to do maintenance."
He was right. The whole place was an endlessly shifting maze. There were even rooms that I was sure were duplicates of other rooms in different places.
You could, and often did, get completely lost in the endlessly varied, multi-leveled and mysterious maze-like structure with its frequent mirrors, aquariums, corners, and hidden rooms.
But since you were usually having sex, about to have sex, or resting after just having had sex, nobody ever minded.
Even more confusingly, there were various stairways, ramps, elevators—even an amazingly silent escalator—all of which made if very hard to even know what floor you were on.
I am pretty sure that most of the activity was on the first four floors. But even that is not certain. There were even a couple of tunnels of the type you might see in a playground that led to other places and other floors.
It was always fun when you discovered one of these, because there was sure to be something interesting at the other end.
I took one of these tunnels one time and found a tiny gift shop that I could never find again. I bought a couple of very flattering Neptune logo tank tops.
Another time a tunnel emerged into the very low ceiling of a small room where I fell on top of a pile of naked male bodies engaged in a wild and uninhibited orgy. Yum yum!
After I had been a member of the Neptune for a while, I sometimes thought that I had learned my way around the place. The lobby with its check-in desk, and the giant balls and penis sofa never changed. Neither did the poker room or the pools or the various restaurants.
But I was always wrong about the layout in general and inevitably discovered that I was lost yet again. If you were worn out and wanted to leave, you just found one of the ubiquitous blue light input portals and asked how to get out.
Typically a sexy male voice would answer, "Just follow the row of blinking green lights, you stupid cocksucker."
This last was not an insult, and was, in fact, sort of a turn on.
One time a bitchy sounding female voice said, "You can't leave yet, motherfucker. Butch is waiting in the lobby and wants to fuck you while everybody is watching you take it up the ass." I took it.
Randy interrupted my reverie to say, "If you go up to the Neptune statue and gently take his dick into your mouth, something unusual will happen. Something very interesting."
I got up and went over to the statue. I bent over—it was too tall for me to get down on my knees—and took the smooth but surprisingly warm stonelike dick into my mouth.
Randy, now behind me, said, "Go all the way down on it." I complied.
Suddenly a valve or something in the stone cock opened and a warm stream of liquid spurted into my throat. It tasted like pineapple. Being a dedicated and habitual obligatory cum-drinker, I automatically swallowed it down.
I laughed nervously and said, "What now?"
Randy just chuckled and said, "Wait."
And then, "Lets go upstairs and take the slide. I love the slide."
On the way up on one of the elevators, I felt an urge to drop to my knees and suck on Randy's dick. He just gestured at the red light on the wall of the elevator and nodded, no. Well, I could wait. Or could I? I was feeling an especially powerful attraction to my boyfriend's cock.
Randy pressed a lighted white button on the elevator wall. I did not know at the time what white lights meant and thought nothing of it. The bastard!
