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If you have ever had fantasies about gay circuit parties where all the men were hot and everybody was shirtless and everywhere you looked you saw a bulging fly, then this story is for you.
Most of us at the Neptune loved disco. Tonight the club was having a white party. It was said that the entire membership would be there.
We had all spent a lot of time at circuit parties, showing off our buff bodies and probably using too many drugs.
The Neptune had a complete history on everybody, and those few guys that used to have drug problems were, in every case, completely cured. Not that we all did not continue taking lots and lots of recreational drugs, but the amount and type were carefully tailored to our individual physiologies.
Dr Joe supervised a program of nutritional, curative and recreational drugs of sublime sophistication and effectiveness.
For example, it was said that Fred had been an addict when the Neptune found him. They saved him, not by taking him off drugs, but by giving him safer drugs in carefully controlled amounts but with even more interesting highs.
The range of drugs that came out of the dispensers never ceased to amaze me.
I asked nurse Bruce one time, if by substituting one set of drugs for another, they had simply confirmed Fred’s addiction. Bruce said, “No, Fred could quit tomorrow and would suffer no withdrawals at all. He would simply be missing some of the fun he constantly had as a member of the club.”
Bruce also reminded me that, just like every member, I too had a chip in my arm and was monitored constantly by the medical staff for general health, heart rate, hormone balance, and so on.
Indeed, compared to the general population, the fellowship of Neptune cocksuckers were the healthiest and happiest group of people around.
On this night everybody lined up at the dispensers as we entered.
The drug tonight was a throwback. It was just plain old ecstasy. This was a little bit extreme by Neptune standards, but the constant monitoring took all risk out of it.
Bruce told me that a few guys were known to be physiologically incompatible with ecstasy and would be getting something else, but in most cases would not even know it.
When I joined the Neptune, I was told that I could have all the drugs I wanted, so long as Neptune approved and supplied them and, of course, monitored me. A member never, never bought drugs on the street.
As a result, nobody ever had a bad drug trip or any kind of physical problem.
Randy and Bo and Mike and Chuck and I were sitting on the big cock and balls sofa in the lobby and chatting and necking a bit before going into the party.
Soon the ecstasy began to kick in. We could hear the sound of Gloria Gaynor singingI Will Survive coming from the discotech which was apparently plugged into the sound system.
Holding hands and in a very affectionate mood we got up and walked toward the elevator.
Walt joined us to say that we had also gotten some energy booster in our drug cocktail tonight and would be able to dance all night (or whatever) without getting the least bit tired.
Then he took me and Randy aside and told us that we had been given a dose of psilocybin instead of ecstasy. He and the staff had studied our mood charts (mood charts!?), and it had been determined that we would have an even better time tonight if we were tripping on “shrooms.”
We giggled and said that was fine with us. I had in fact noticed that colorswere beginning to look a little bit vivid.
We passed by Butch who was on his knees sucking some guy off. I recognized the guy as the bartender who had kissed me one night in the yellow neon bar. I wanted to stop and ask him his name, but Randy said that it was a bad time and would be rude.
I did get a glimpse of his dick. Now I was really determined to find out who the fuck he was!
Walt smacked Butch on the shoulder and said, “Get up and join the party or you will miss all the fun!”
Butch stood up and, as he wiped the cum off his face, said with a big grin, “I was having fun.”
We all emerged from the elevator on the top floor where all the fun would be.
I had forgotten that circuit parties always had a theme.
As we entered the discotech, I saw that the theme was obviously the planet Neptune as it might look to an astronaut who landed on the surface.
There were streaks of glimmering blue everywhere intermingled with white streamers. Mysterious fountains of blue and white fire burst from openings in the floor and turned into glowing bluish snow as it reached the ceiling.
The disco music had been temporarily replaced with new age music that added to the mood of alien mystery. The blue snow was now drifting down toward the floor. Randy had his mouth wide open and his tongue out trying, little-boy-like, to catch the flakes on his tongue.
Mike told him to stop embarrassing us and shut his mouth or he would give him something a lot tastier than a snowflake to chew on.
A very realistic moon hung in the simulated sky. The moon was pinkish with some bluish bands. Chuck said it was a rather realistic representation of Neptune’s moon Triton. The domelike ceiling was a planetarium and was soon covered with brilliant stars.
A shooting star shot across the “sky”. It was an actinic blue. It was all so realistic.
Irregularly shaped patches of the floor were transparent.
There were flashlight fish swimming around down there in the darkness!
Walt, the fabulously rich owner of the Neptune, used to be the director of the aquarium in a major city. Fish were his third love after sucking cock and 70s psychodelia..
II was feeling delightfully stoned and lay face down peering into the, “quiet parlor of the fishes.” I recalled a line of Thoreau– “Heaven is under our feet is well as over our heads.”
But then, heaven was right up close as my boyfriend Randy lay down on top of me. I could feel his big package pressing into my asscrack. I am afraid that I gyrated a little bit.
Chuck and Mike yanked us to our feet and said to knock it off or we would miss the festivities.
We all commented on how beautiful it all was. We were all dressed in brilliant white clothing á la white party.
Bright blue laser beams played over our bodies. The spacey music faded away and was soon replaced byDon’t Leave Me This Way, by the Communards.
It must have been a time lapse effect caused by the psilocybin because, all of a sudden, I was out on the floor dancing.
Most of the crowd now had their shirts off. I seemed to be dancing in slow motion but very fast at the same time and was enchanted by the handsome faces and y bodies of my fellow dancers.
Pecs and washboard abs and magnificent arms were everywhere you looked. I saw one tall dude with a spectacular body dancing by himself. One of his forearms ended in a stump. I realized I was looking at the legendary Jerry of Shark attack fame.
Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees was playing. Walt and his 70s obsession!
Mike and Chuck were dancing near me and Randy and Bo. I loved how these two big shirtless studs looked with their bulging biceps and tight white pants that left little to the imagination.
I noticed Jeff and Jeremy nearby and could not believe how attractive Jeff’s ass was in his white stretch levis. I wanted to throw him face down, rip off those pants, and stick my tongue up his ass.
How long had I been dancing?
I saw that pretty much everybody was shirtless now–some had stripped to their tighty whities–and their upper bodies were covered in gleaming sweat.
They all looked so y that I felt my heart would explode with the sheer beauty of it. I saw Francisco licking the sweat off Billy’s magnificent hairless chest while they both continued to slowly dance.
Most people continued to dance, but here and there, there were guys on their knees sucking their dance partner’s cock.
The blue lasers were sweeping the room and I suddenly wanted to have a dick in my mouth. I was staring at the crotch of the adorable Woody.
I continued to dance with Randy but could not take my eyes off the bulge in Woody’s fly. Randy noticed and said, “Go for it lover. He is gorgeous.”
Without remembering how I got there, I found myself on my knees sucking on Woody’s dick. I felt like I had just had a popper and experienced pure joy as I plunged down again and again on the delicious hard throbbing meaty cock.
I was aware of the throbbing disco music, I was aware of the big cock being rammed down my throat, I was aware of Randy now also on his knees nearby alternately sucking on two different dicks. I was aware of Jeff’s beautiful ass in the tight pants. I was aware of Randy’s beautiful face even as he sucked cock. I was aware of the blue lasers and the alien moon and the love between all of my fellow members, those dancing and those now on their knees. I was aware of everything. The psilocybin was giving me the best trip of my life.
Again there was a time slip and I was lying on top of Randy on the floor as a spectacular looking naked guy danced oblivious around us. I had my tongue down his throat. I loved him so much.
I asked him how many cocks he had sucked and he said about four and asked, “And you?”
“Only the one. But I intend to catch up if I can just concentrate enough to remember to start sucking again.”
Soon Randy and I were side by side on our knees engaged in our favorite activity—-sucking cock. Somehow Bo had found us and got down on his knees to join us in our cock fest.
The psilocybin trip seemed to go on and on. By this time about a third of the dancers were down on their knees but the music and the dancing just went on and on as if nothing were happening.
You would think that some people would also be , but that never seemed to occur.
I found out later that mixed in with our drug cocktail for this evening were potions that made us crave dick in the mouth but not dick in the ass.
I realized that this sucking of cock on the dance floor had always been the unconscious goal and theme of these white parties and their spectacle of flickering light, seductive music and sweaty shirtless gorgeous muscular men with bulging flies.
Neptune just had the intelligence to make the fantasy happen. Once I realized that this was what was going on, I kind of relaxed and spent the rest of the night dancing about two thirds of the time and sucking cock one third of the time.
At one point a fog machine filled the entire dance floor with blue mist. The music seemed to get louder and everybody was now dancing because it was a little bit cold to be on your knees in the fog.
They were playingYMCA at full volume.
After a while the fog lifted and I could see that the room was now surrounded with a fenced platform with glory holes all the way around.
Some guys scrambled up to the platform and stuck hard cocks through the gloryholes for the people below to suck.
There were handhold on both sides of every hole and you could suck off the guy above while you were standing up without having to go down on your knees.
Pretty soon every single stud in the room was either getting sucked or sucking. Utter shameless hungry cocksucking took over and the sound of slurping and moaning and trash talk almost drowned out the disco music.
When I took my first turn being the suckee up on the platform, I looked around the room at the almost endless ring of cocksuckers and, it was so y that it was all I could do to not race back down to the floor below and join in the suck off again.
But we all knew that we had to spend half our time above if we were going to be able to spend an even more delightful time below slurping on one or more big hard throbbing thick dicks.
We all loved to be sucked off but most of us liked sucking other guys off even more.
In fact, as Jeremy down below took my second load in ten minutes and I watched the frantic line of totally enthusiastic cocklovers below, I just got more and more excited anticipating my next shift of dickdiving and came a third time in Jeremy’s eager slurping mouth.
I could not resist any more and virtually ran down to the heaven below and soon was happily ramming a huge dick down my now ravenous throat.
I was having no trouble at all getting even the biggest cocks down my throat and I noticed that Lance at the next gloryhole was having the same experience.
We leered at each other and then proudly showed off our cocksucking skill as he then I then he and then I plunged even deeper down onto the giant thick cocks we were both sucking on.
I don’t know if it really happened or if it was an hallucination brought on by the psilocybin, but it seem like we had somehow found the two biggest cocks and we had attracted and audience as we managed to get them down our throats.
I fantasized that the two guys we were sucking off had never been able to find cocksuckers that could take all twelve inches of their delicious cocks. And delicious it was.
I loved that the entire crowd was watching me worship this man with that giant dick and effortlessly letting him ram it all the way down my throat again and again.
Lance and I got loads at the same time. Even though the cum was pouring down my own joyfully swallowing throat I could tell that Lance was getting a load too because he was moaning loudly and shooting his own load. So was I.
There was another time jump. I was back on the dance floor dancing. The ring of gloryholes had vanished.
I was really peaking on psilocybin now and seemed to experience weightlessness as I danced and floated and spun and laughed with the beauty of the stars above mixed with the beauty of my fellow dancers.
Synesthesia combined the beautiful faces of my friends, the wonderful taste of at least four loads of cum in my mouth, the light of the stars and the thumping disco music coming from the floor through my feet and up my legs to my groin.
Faces and stars and biceps and pecs swam in and out of consciousness. Only when dawn came, and everybody was pretty well drained and a bit worn out, did the party wrap up.
The Neptune had saved one amazing effect for the finale.
The entire ceiling slid back and the light of the dawn poured into the large dance room.
We were apparently on the top floor and never knew it. Soft ethereal new age morning music played as we all showered in an adjacent communal shower.
There was a lot of snuggling and mutual washing of backs and other parts of the anatomy, but the explicit seemed to be over for the night.
In yet another large room with a glass ceiling (I had never seen this room before!) a sumptuous breakfast buffet was laid out.
On top of everything else that the club did, they really know how to cook.
We ate sausage and scrambled eggs and eggs Benedict and asparagus and avocado toast and breakfast potatoes and fresh fruit and English muffins and Neptune’s signature orange juice (It was probably the only time I ever had OJ at the Neptune without it containing some drug or other.)
And then one by one we curled up to cuddle and sleep in an amazing dimly lighted sleep room on the same floor.
We were all naked and our arms and legs and bodies were all tangled up together in a friendly way.
Enchanting barely audible classical music was now playing. The whole room was filled with love. I vaguely recall being wrapped up in the arms of Bo and Randy and Tim with Jeremy and Jeff gently sucking on our toes as we all drifted off into a happy sleep filled with vague and sensuous y dreams.
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