Imagine a world in which cocksuckers are not maligned and belittled, but honored and celebrated and loved. The Neptune all male sex club turns out to be just such a place.
Randy and I were at home in our cozy apartment. I was excited. I had just been named Neptune cocksucker of the month! This was a big honor in the club and there was going to be a special awards celebration.
I asked my lover Randy what these special celebrations were like. He just grinned and said, "Just wait. You will like it. You will like it a lot. Now shut up and finish sucking me the fuck off."
It turned out that the Neptune kept track of how many people each member had given blow jobs to. This was almost automatic, what with the ubiquitous chip implants and with the cameras that filmed everything that happened anywhere in the club. They only counted a suckoff if you had actually taken a man's load—or at least most of it (sometimes guys shared loads).
They even posted a list of the top ten cocksuckers right next to the lobby's big erotic Tom of Finland style drawings of the two guys on their knees at glory holes. Most of us liked to be on this list because it meant you could count on being ordered to your knees a lot and have a cock shoved in your face.
Not only had I won, but I had won hands down. (Butch came in second.)
I was shaking with excitement as I entered the Neptune the next night—eager to experience whatever the fuck the celebration would entail. I was pretty sure it would involve a lot of throat pounding.
As I entered, I saw that the entryway drug dispensary station was blinking violet, and my name was displayed. The screen said, EAT ME. More
Alice in Wonderland
vibes. What would it be this time? Magic mushrooms?
It evidently referred to a single small capsule sitting on a little dish. I happily took the pill and washed it down with the usual ice cold glass of juice—pineapple this time. This was bound to be fun. I found out later that it was just ordinary LSD—a drug that I had once been somewhat afraid of. But I totally trusted the Neptune. They had a perfect knowledge of everybody's psychology and body chemistry.
I should have been clued in by the sound system which was playing
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds
.
Anyway, it would be the best trip I ever took.
On one whole wall there was a screen showing a video of me vigorously sucking cock through a gloryhole. The text crawl below it said, "Congratulations you fucking insatiable cocksucker," and similar remarks.
Being so blatantly called out as a cocksucker made me hard as hell. I just loved being called a cocksucker. I loved nothing more than having other guys watching me worship dick.
I felt an overwhelming longing to have a cock shoved into my mouth right then. The fact that Chuck and Mike were rolling around on the floor of the lobby, engaged in one of their endless mutual cocksucking sessions added to my excitement.
That bastard Francisco took my clothes at the check-in and then made me suck him off--as usual. I was annoyed at this delay but unable to resist his big hard cock, and he knew it.
While I had been blowing him through his dutch door glory hole, the rest of the guys had been setting up a special apparatus with a cot in the middle of the lobby. This was where my celebration and/or humiliation would take place.
Once I had gotten Francisco's load (the first of many, I hoped), Jeff and Jeremy lovingly took my hands and guided me to the interesting looking cot apparatus. They instructed me to lie down on my back.
I noticed that Rudy had set up several cameras. Evidently the whole adventure would be immortalized on film.
While these preparations were going on, I looked around. Chuck and Mike had finally finished their sixty-nine. Francisco was now himself on his knees blowing some guy thru the check-in booth glory hole.
I recognized the man he was sucking. It was the hunky bartender who had kissed me one night in the yellow neon bar. I really had to find out who that guy was.
The bottom of the comfortable cot sloped gently down. There was an opening where people could lie down or kneel between my legs, which were spread eagled. My thighs were supported by the cot, but my legs extended past the edge, and my feet were flat on the carpeted floor.
I glimpsed Chuck and Mike down there under the cot. Jeff and Jeremy got down on their bellies on the floor and began to lick and nibble on my bare feet. Chuck was on his knees in a sunken cubical below and began to lick my balls. My balls felt really big and Chuck was soon making a meal of it.
Mike told me one time that Chuck was obsessed with balls. He said he liked balls the way Butch liked cock, or Jeff & Jeremy liked feet. He was a total scrotum junkie.
Woody and Grant were standing on my left and right sides. They grasped my hands and guided them to their hard cocks. Their cocks felt huge and I let out an involuntary sigh. I loved the hotness and hardness as I stroked them. Woody bent down and gave me an affectionate peck on the lips.
The two cocks in my hand felt as big as mountains. (Evidently the LSD was kicking in!)
I had a momentary illusion that the whole universe consisted of nothing but cock. That was OK with me.
Woody's dick began to spurt and soon his whole cock was sloppy with cum, but he didn't lose any of his hard-on. I continued to stroke them both until Grant came too. I now was jerking off two sticky, slippery, still hard cocks.
All the while the boys were furiously slurping on my toes. Jeff had managed to get half of my left foot down his throat. What was it with these guys and feet!
Chuck was murmuring, "I love your fucking big balls, stud," and licking enthusiastically as he soaked my scrotum with saliva.
It was a sexy turn-on to recall how this very same hungry ball worshipper had often topped me by fucking my face or ramming his big dick up my ass. Or Randy's. Or both of us one after the other.
I now saw that Mike had greased up his fingers and was beginning to force his hand up my ass.
I wondered how Mike and Chuck managed to both fit down there in the compartment below me. The apparatus was more elaborate and compartmentalized than was immediately apparent.
Now Randy got down on his knees in front of Grant and began to lick my right armpit. He moaned loudly and slurped and licked my whole armpit like a man starved.
Fred was now similarly engaged at my left armpit. Periodically he forcefully shoved his face--nose first--into my pit and licked and growled and wiggled his head exactly like a big puppy dog.
The man definitely had possibilities.
All through this I never left off jerking off Woody and Grant. I managed to get Grant to cum a second time. My lover, bless his hungry mouth, momentarily left off attending to my armpit and plunged down on Grant's cock and got most of his second load. Grant then plunged his still spurting cock into my armpit.
Soon Randy was back at the armpit, slobbering and licking up Grant's cum overflow.
