Yet again the notorious Neptune sex club shares a delightful recreational pharmaceutical that causes me to..., well, read the story! Some of these Neptune stories are largely expository, but this one contains a lot of steamy sex. I hope you enjoy it.
As I walked into the Neptune tonight a soft chime sounded. It was coming from the drug dispensary station near the entrance. I looked over and saw a blinking violet light which was a signal that there was something waiting for me there.
I knew that it was for me because the view screen showed a photo of me. It was quite flattering. Even I was impressed at how cute and sexy I looked. The Neptune was forever filming and photographing all of us, and somebody had gone to the trouble of extracting this nice face shot of me.
I would have to ask Walt if I could get a copy of that photo to give to Randy who had been asking me for a photo so he could, "look at it and jack off when I wasn't around."
A glass of apple juice was waiting for me there. It came out on a little sheathed turntable and reminded me of the replicator on the star ship Enterprise. I imagined that it had materialized just before it emerged. But even the Neptune did not have that technology. Or did they!
The screen blinked twice and then showed a message that said, "The juice contains several hot and heavy drugs that will make you do wild and crazy (but completely safe) things. Are you up for it?" I tapped a button on the screen that said, FUCK YES! The other button simply said NO.
I drank down the ice cold juice—it was delicious. The display screen now said, "Take off all your clothes, and then follow the trail of blinking green lights to find the venue for tonight's adventure. And have fun, cocksucker!"
Always with the insults! Or was it an insult?
I followed the lights quite a ways through winding passages. I finally got to a tiny
Alice in Wonderland
style room with only one other exit—an up escalator. I stepped on it. It was amazingly silent. It took me up and up and up.
The walls were made of some kind of flickering matte plastic material that showed lovely patterns of starbursts, spiraling pinwheels, blobs, dots, and other organic shapes that morphed into each other and constantly changed color. I could hear trippy synthesiser music all around me. Classic 70s psychedelia, in fact. But well done.
Walt, the owner and manager of the club was a huge fan of 70s psychedelia.
I finally emerged into a large room full of low couches that merged into the walls and floor. Everything was covered by a soft leatherlike material. On the walls there were various green plants and flowers in containers and even a few aquariums with neon tetras and tiny light fixtures and discrete mirrors.
There were also lots of video screens showing very professional looking porn.
It was a very inviting and quite beautiful room. It looked like a cross between an Architectural Digest featured salon and a bathhouse orgy room. That, in fact, was exactly what it was.
Whether it was the drug I had recently gotten in the apple juice, or the exotic and sensuous surroundings, I was starting to feel distinctly stoned. It was clearly a THC kind of high because I was having that old familiar, "Oh my God, I have never been this stoned!" feeling. In short, I felt great. I didn't even care if I had sex tonight.
But I would soon change my mind about that!
As I watched one of the video screens, I realized that some of the scenes I was watching were of me and many of my Neptune friends, fucking our brains out in various parts of the club. This was the first time I had seen footage of myself having sex. I was quite impressed at how sexy I looked. I thought, "I am a porn star, And I am fucking hot!"
I was getting a major boner.
I fantasized that the Neptune could clone me, and then I could have sex with myself. But even the Neptune could not do that! Could they?
Now totally tripping, I watched myself having sex with Randy and Rocky and Tim and Jeff & Jeremy and Butch and Tom and Parker and all the others. I loved them all so much. My face was covered with tears of wonder and happiness, even as the tip of my cock was leaking precum.
I noticed Chuck and Mike rolling around on the padded leatherlike floor in a furious sixty-nine. These two six-foot-three beauties both loved to suck cock, and especially liked working on each other. At first I thought I was watching them in a video. But then I realized they were actually in front of me. Boy was I stoned!
I watched as Chuck wrapped his big studly arms around Mike's beautiful muscular ass and pulled him toward him as hard as possible in an attempt to get even more of Mike's big black nine-inch dick down his throat. I had a good view of Mike's wonderful muscular back as he engaged in the same ass-grabbing maneuver with the same aim of getting more dick into his own mouth.
Then they switched to mutual ball worship. I remembered that Chuck was a big time ball-worshipper. Whenever I got him between my legs he always ended up licking and slurping and making shameless love to my balls,
They were extremely energetic and were shamelessly slurping and moaning in a magnificent orgy of cock and ball love. A perfect symphony of black and white masculine gorgeousness! They could go at it for hours.
Jeremy showed up and began sucking on Chucks right foot (size 13, by the way). Chuck did not seem to notice.
Then Butch appeared and sat down on his stool down in a position as if to calmly watch the tableau. His big tasty cock was hard and vertical.
He looked at me and said, "Come here I want to fuck you." Butch was a man of few words. I seldom heard him say anything that was not some kind of sexual command. I went over. He said, "Turn around." I did. Then he slapped me hard on my naked ass.
I instantly got even harder and was filled with a powerful longing for... something... I did not know what. He then said, "Turn around again and sit down." I knew what he was demanding. He was ordering me to sit down facing him, as he pushed his huge member up my ass. I started to lower myself carefully, with just his massive bulbous cock head in my rectum. I started trembling I was so excited.
I found out later that the apple juice, in addition to THC with a small admixture of LSD, also contained a potion that made a person obsessively crave getting fucked in the ass and also completely relaxed your sphincter. The slap was needed to activated it. Indeed, Butch had been informed as to my drug of the night—and hence the slap.
It worked perfectly. I had his whole cock up my ass in no time and was loving it.
I locked lips with Butch and stuck my tongue as deep into his mouth as I could manage. Butch was drop-dead handsome and I loved kissing him. Also, I knew that he was extremely oral. I could tell that my busy tongue swirling around in his mouth was exciting to him, because his cock got even harder. He was one of the best kissers in the club.
I experienced a moment of powerful multi-modal synesthesia and the feeling of my tongue in Butch's sweet mouth and the synthesiser music and the stinging slap on the ass and the fragrance of the flowers on the walls and the feel of Butch's cockhead pressing against my prostate and a vivid image of me having sex with myself all got mixed together in an ecstasy of sensation and profound joy. The fact that I was now cumming was only a small part of it.
I bounced up and down and moaned with pleasure and started mumbling, "fuck me, fuck me, I need to get fucked and fucked and fucked!" I had no idea at that moment how literally that demand would soon be realized or how powerful the urge to have dick after dick shoved up my ass would become as the drug gradually kicked in.
I now had the totally hard and magnificent fuckpole all the way up my ass. I hugged Butch and told him I loved him as he thrust into me harder and harder. I wanted it so bad.
I could not stop thinking about this huge thick rock hard massive cock fucking my ass. I just wanted him to fuck me forever. I said, "Your dick is so fucking big that I just have to have it. Give me that big fucking hard dick baby. Fuck me as hard as you want. So fucking big. So fucking big. Oh my god, Butch!"
A total obsession to get fucked was, for me, somewhat unusual. I was, after all, basically a cocksucker. But the Neptune had slipped me a magical chemical that had temporarily turned me into a total bottom.
