Camden Station toilets

I had to visit my office near Camden today. On the way back to Camden station, decided to see if the toilets were open and anything was going on.

There was a woman with a buggy outside. By the urinals stood a muscular, handsome guy with salt and pepper hair. A toddler played nearby, near one of the cabin doors.

The guy gave me a look but I thought it was the child’s dad, so I ignored it.

I stood there, trying to piss, and could tell that he was also not pissing. Then one of the doors opened and a man came out with another child. He grabbed both kids and left. Now the muscle dad was staring at me.

As soon as we were alone, he stepped away and jerked his flaccid cock at me. I was about to do the same when he spun around back to the urinal and warned me with his eyes. An elderly man was coming down the stairs.

The elderly man went into one of the cabins and closed the door. I moved closer to the guy, two urinals away. His nipples were hard – he squeezed one after the other while jerking off. Then he made a gesture for me to lean down.

And so I did, with his cock growing hard in my mouth, about 5.5 inches. Smooth, hairless balls, tight ass I could hold, muscular legs.

We kept stopping, thinking someone was coming. Then I leaned down again and sucked some more. He grabbed my head and started facefucking me until we had to stop: three young guys were coming down.

One of the guys gave me a look – I think he could tell what we were up to.

I grudgingly left and now I have a delicious smell of cock on my beard and a craving for more!

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The Vault: 6th Visit

I arrived just past 7pm, heart in my throat. Two guys were waiting down the stairs to pay and get in. Inside, a queue of naked guys waited to hand in their belongings inside crates. I stripped down with half a dozen guys before joining the queue. Next stop: the bar, to get a Kronenbourg and hope it would mellow me out a bit.

It was my first Naked night at The Vault. These nights are different from the clothed and underwear nights, not only for the fact that all guys are naked, but the type of guys that go there seems unique to it. Most guys bareback, most guys have massive cocks, most guys seem to be regulars and have mates with them, most guys are older, most guys come from a wide range of ethnic backgrounds, and most guys are there to get straight into the action.

There were about 40 to 50 guys in the venue at any give time, coming and going. This was a Monday night – for the popular Thursday, it must be jam-packed.

Every guy had many partners throughout the night. You sucked a cock, then you were onto another one, then someone was sucking your cock, then a hand slid down your ass, then you kissed someone, then you watched someone get fucked or get a blowjob. And on and on and on.

These are my memories of the night:

  • Joining a tall, slim and muscular black guy at the back of the main room, where we sat side-by-side jerking off to the guys sucking and fucking in front of us.
  • Noticing a muscular and good-looking guy arrive and get attention from everyone. Then have him come stand right in front of me, his gaze at his own reflection in the mirror behind me, while a fit guy fucking him from behind.
  • Have a guy then completely disregard that I was sitting there by squeezing his way to sit on top of me so he could suck the beautiful guy who was still getting fucked.
  • Noticing a short – almost dwarf-like – daddy with a large and thick cock red from a tight cock ring. Approaching him eventually and taking my time to suck and enjoy his cock until he had to silently stop me because he didn’t want to shoot quite yet.
  • The quantity of tall, beautiful and muscular black men, with massive cocks, who seemed to know each other, and who didn’t seem to want to engage with anyone.
  • The fucking and sucking taking place everywhere. The smell of lube, arse, sweat and cum everywhere. The amounts of asses up in the air, waiting to be fucked – many ignored and left up in the air until the owner moved on.
  • The short, mixed-race guy (half Asian, half white) in his twenties with a smooth muscular chest, who made me get down on my knees in the main room and service him, offering me occasionally his poppers (that didn’t work.) Who then – as always seems to happen in the Vault – moved away before he would blow his load.
  • The tall, slim guy in his 20s, wearing a baseball cap, with light facial hair, who double-taked me, came back to kiss me in the main room, pulled on my cock together with his, took my blowjob, grabbed my ass and said I had made him excited, turned me around and asked if he could fuck me with his pencil cock, said he always played safe when I asked for condoms, slid easily into me as I leaned on one of the barrels, fucked me while 8 guys surrounded us, some leaning down to jerk me off, who then whispered if I was enjoying his cock (I was – grateful it wasn’t thick), then pulled out before either one of us came. (Later, I saw him giving the half-Asian, half white guy a blowjob in one of the alcoves.)
  • The rugged guy in his forties who stood next to me in the glory hole cabins’ corridor, and whose nipples I tweaked. He went into a cabin and just as I was about to follow him in, he started chatting to some acquaintances standing outside. Later, in the hallway with vinyl seats that leads to the bar, I sat down to jerk off while a wiry skinhead fucked him from behind. He gestured for me to sit in front of him so he could suck me while getting fucked. A muscle dad with a bigger cock than mine joined us and his attention moved there.
  • The tall, muscular, hung and silent black guy in the darkroom who let me suck his amazing cock for a while before losing interest.
  • The skinhead daddy with a fit and tanned body who sat in the corridor with the vinyl seats, slapping his stomach with his hard cock, eyeing me across the way, slapping and jerking off, slapping and jerking off, until I couldn’t resist any longer and kneeled in front of him, sucked him, both of my hands tweaking his nipples, feeling his smooth stomach, until he shot his load in my mouth (which I then took to the bathroom to wash out as I hadn’t taken my PreP and was feeling a bit paranoid about HIV.)
  • The sexy dad with a big belly and big cock who fed me his meat outside the glory hole cabins, then took me inside one of them to facefuck me, then made me stand up so he could fuck me, but laughed when I asked for a condom as he said he never used condoms and, in any case, he was HIV undetectable. I wished him a good night and said my goodbye.
  • The tall, burly bear with a silver beard and friendly eyes, soft down on his back, who chatted to me for a bit and encouraged me not to feel so nervous because it was my first time (I found it hard to get a hard on most of the time).
  • The hot and hung guy laughing to himself in the corner of the main room, who kept telling everyone, including myself, that he had just cum so not to bother with his cock, and who encouraged me to go for one of the beautiful black guys (I didn’t.)
  • The young, fit, horny and handsome guy getting pounded inside one of the alcoves, sucking on a hot guy’s cock, with three guys standing around, waiting their turn to shoot their loads inside him. One of the guys (the next one in line) had a monster size cock, which I fluffed for him for a minute. The gangbang was so horny that I shot my load on the floor.
  • Chatting to a friendly guy just as I was leaving, who wanted to know from me how busy the night had been. It was 10pm and I told him it seemed to still be going strong.
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Canary Wharf cruising

This morning, in the toilets just inside Canary Wharf tube station, two suits by the urinals.

One is short and ginger, almost a dwarf. But he has a hard and thick cock. The other guy is my height, 5,11, and with a wedding ring.

I stroke but can’t get as hard as them. When the three of us find ourselves alone, we stand back and show each other our cocks.

I grab the ginger dwarf’s cock, he grabs mine and the married guy’s. He looks quite pleased in the middle. But just as he leans down for a quick suck on the other guy, someone comes is.

Married guy and I retreat, wash our hands and leave.

Also, a week ago, I dropped by the Canary Wharf toilets near the Everyman cinema (-3 floor). Every time, there was one or more guys cruising in there. I suspect it’s very busy at lunch times and after work – must go back and confirm this!

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Vault 139: 5th Visit

The Vault 139

The Vault 139

Bank Holiday weekend in London, end of May 2018. My boyfriend had plans with his lover and I was suddenly owner of a free evening.

Friends invite me for a drink on the South Bank. I tell them I can stay for a drink but need to leave at 10pm. (What they don’t know is that I’d been messaged on Squirt.org by a muscular and hung ginger guy, 38 years old, who had seen my comments on the Vault 139 forum thread and wanted us to meet at the venue, at 11pm.)

Bjork is playing at Victoria Park that weekend. I play her remix version of Big Time Sensuality as I get ready to go out. Then, at the South Bank, I have a few glasses of Pinot Grigio with my friends and feel slightly tipsy.

By the time I get to the Vault, 11pm on the dot, it’s emptying out and the warm smell of lube and sex hangs in the air. Most guys look wild eyed and drunk. The muscular ginger guy is not there and does not make an appearance (the next day, he messages me to apologise he was at the Bjork concert and that it got too late for him.)

I spot the skinhead who gave me intense stares on my 3rd visit to the Vault. But because I’m not in the same frame of mind as that night, he doesn’t seem as sexy and self-contained as he did back then. He wears a tight black polo shirt which shows off a slight beer belly, and his legs are thick and wide, encased in tight jeans.

Guys eye me up and down, especially one of the bar men who is on a night off, hanging out with mates. In the main room, I hook up with a slim and handsome twink who had been furiously jerking off at anyone nearby. I go down on my knees and take his cock in my mouth. Like most regulars, he pulls away not too long after and wanders off, keeping his load to himself. 10 minutes later, in the corridor by the alcoves, he touches me as he walks past. I go down on my knees again, lucky with more time to suck his cock, suck his blonde hairy balls, run my hands up his thin frame. He keeps looking to the sides, pulling his cock out of my mouth, then sticking it back in. Again, he seems to lose interest and moves away.

A trickle of men pass by, some showing interest, some completely ignoring me. There’s the chubby black guy who squeezes my shoulders, and the Muscle Mary couple who interact with nobody and watch everything as if they were shopping in John Lewis (though, by the end of the night, I see them go inside a cabin with a bald and hairy Muscle Mary who had been cruising only in a jockstrap – their shopping trip suddenly a success). I see guys sucking cock everywhere but they seem to be regulars and know each other from previous hook ups.

Suddenly, a smooth and toned blonde angel cuts through the main room. I think at first he’s staff because he’s so purposeful and comfortable. Then I see him go into the last alcove, get out of his clothes and stand by its entrance, squeezing his semi-hard cock through his white y-fronts. A muscular dad who’d been walking around in jeans shorts follows him inside the alcove (again, I get the feeling they’ve done this before). I go stand near the alcove’s saloon doors and watch the blonde angel take the dad’s cock into his mouth, then bend over on the vinyl bed so the dad’s (condomed) cock can plough his ass. (Later, I try to lure a tall, skinny young man into the same alcove but he smiles shyly at me and runs away.)

Then I’m back in the main room and the shaved headed guy that fascinated me before is in the middle of some action. A group of watchers form around him and a guy who is on his knee servicing his cock. It looks like shaved headed guy has a massive, beer-shaped beast between his legs.

I approach them and he grabs me for a kiss. Our tongues meet and we eat each other’s faces. I embrace his body, run my hands down his back, then over his velvet head. “Fit, fit,” he moans at me, squeezing my muscles. He tries to find my cock but I’m not hard, so he turns to another nearby guy. I pull my cock out and a fat black guy sitting nearby draws me to him and slides me inside his mouth. I let him suck for a bit before moving away.

More guys leave the venue, the bar looks like it will close soon. I still haven’t shot my load, and the few guys that remain go round and round in circles, decided on who they don’t want, unsure of who they should approach, and sadly rejected by the ones that turn them on.

Another group forms in the main room. I sit beside a muscular dad with pristine, trimmed white hair and slightly camp features, and watch the action. My leg touches his and he looks at me. Then he presses his leg back. I go for his crotch and he turns to me and pulls out a thick cock. I get down to business.

I suck, I lick, I jerk him off; I try to deep throat him; I gasp for air and dribble spittle. He holds my head, feeds me his cock, then jerks off while I flick the head with my tongue. He cums all over my face then leans down with a grin and kisses me on the lips. I pat his ass as he walks away.

I go home without an orgasm. I jerk off to porn before falling asleep.

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Vault 139: 4th Visit

My fourth visit to the Vault happened on Wednesday 11 April, for one of its “underwear only” nights.

I could tell it was going to be a night different from the previous three visits when the guy at reception took my money and handed me a small plastic bag with some lube, condoms and my check in box number.

Inside, guys stood around by the bar just in their underwear and shoes, watching porn, chatting and ordering drinks; or they walked past me towards one of the cruising areas. I took my box and went to the changing area near the bar. Once I was just in my underwear (blue stripes, from UNIQLO) and running shoes, I checked in my clothing and went to the bar to get a can of Kronenbourg.

Another difference about this night: most guys were over 40.  I’d say there was maybe just a few younger guys, and only a couple in their 20s.  Also, it wasn’t as busy at the Friday or Saturday night.

I stood at the bar beside a tall, muscular dad in his mid 50s with a big bulge but he paid me no attention. He was just one of a few muscular guys who were only looking out for other muscular guys. They wandered around, back and forth, back and forth, looking and looking but not finding anyone to play with.

Most guys had average bodies.  Some were thin, some were pudgy, some wore boxer shorts, some wore jock straps – there were even some who stripped down and wandered around naked.

The vibe was more horny, more “let’s get down to business”. In the main cruise area, guys got quickly into circles where they sucked each other off. Suddenly, someone was bending over and getting fucked from behind. Or someone would lie on their back, lift their legs – someone else would come along, slide on a condom and start pounding them. You could smell cum, sweat and ass everywhere you went in the bar. (The days were still cold so they had the heating on.)

I noticed a tall, tanned guy in boxer briefs (with a nice volume) and ugly office shoes and black socks. He had short black hair and a smooth face, with a small mouth and dark eyes – very youthful looking – maybe a businessman. He noticed me as well and we smiled at each other.

In the main cruising room, he came to my side and smiled again so I moved in for the kill and kissed him. His breath smelt of garlic mixed with the cold gin and tonic he was sipping from a plastic cup.

We pressed our cocks against each other, through the fabric of our underwear, and started making out and exploring each other’s bodies. I noticed other guys watching us and then moving on, or perhaps getting inspired and kissing nearby guys.

My guy had really nice chest muscles and hard nipples surrounded by stiff dark hair.  I licked and bit them, but what he really loved was when I licked his ear.  He moaned and melted in my arms, then retributed. He was quite a big guy, going slighty fat, but still retaining the muscles he’d built when he was younger.

We stroked each other’s cocks through our underwear’s fabric, taking our time to slowly enjoy each other, then pulled our cocks out for a nice stroke.  After some time doing this, with no words exchanged, he suggested we go into an alcove.

Once alone, sitting side by side, we were more free to free our cocks, suck each other and continue to kiss and explore each other’s bodies. But it wouldn’t go beyond that.  I was quite up for being fucked, but he ran his finger around my asshole but never went inside.

At one point he pushed me onto my back and mounted me, rubbing his cock against mine; then I did the same to him, and finally slid to my knees on the ground and started working on his cock with my mouth. We were getting drenched with sweat and I was keen to take his load and then rest for a bit in the bar.

He told me he was from South Africa – spent his time between both countries. He finally broke it off between us and said he needed a drink for his thirst. I thought it was a good idea.

Later, I’d smile at him at the bar, then watch him from afar enjoying the action taking place around the venue.  Just before I left the bar I saw him with another guy in the corridor with alcoves – his new guy was sliding down to his knees to give him a blowjob.

After fooling around with the South African, I spent some time just watching the action.  There was a lot more fucking going on than previous visits. A few guys squeezed my cock as they walked past but I politely declined.  Then I spotted a beautiful, fit black guy with a nice bulge in the corridor. He looked back at me and seemed to hold my stare, but I wasn’t sure if he was interested (was he looking at me or the porno screen above my head?)

I wandered around a bit more and kept coming up against him, and kept finding him quite sexy.  He stood alone, shaking his legs in nervousness, squeezing his cock through his boxer briefs, looking slightly disinterested (standoffish?) at all guys. Finally, standing near him, he gave me a smile.  I nodded back and he moved closer.  We kissed.

Now this was a special moment for me… I’d never kissed a black man before!  He had amazing smooth skin, toned muscles all over his body, a trimmed beard and a nice, discreet cologne scent. Strangely, he’d open his mouth for my kiss but he wouldn’t offer his tongue.  I thought to myself: “is he worried of where my tongue has been?”

But he let me squeeze his cock and run my hands all over his body. He pressed harder against me, sucking my neck as I then retributed, but then he’d look away, as if watching out for someone coming down the corridor, not 100% involved in me.

Again, other guys stopped to watch us making out before moving on.  Like other times, with other guys, we ended up by ourselves in an alcove. And here, another strange transformation: his macho, tough guy exterior got replaced by a very submissive female self.

He went down on his knees to worship my cock, his eyes on my face. Then he got up and slid my cock between his legs, pushing his ass against me, simulating a fuck. I held his hips and slammed into him, still enjoying his muscles and smooth skin, but also slightly flumuxed – I was hoping he’d fuck me!  Then back he was on his knees, sucking my cock like a pro.

“I’m going to cum,” I warned him and he put on the pressure. Then, just before I unloaded, he pulled away to the side.  My cum went all over the floor, my grunts filled out the alcove.

Once I was done, he stood up. “That was great,” I said. “Thanks.”

“Thank you for letting me,” he said, or something like that, in a thick African accent.

Feeling perfectly satisfied, I checked out my clothes and rejoined the throngs on London’s crowded sidewalks.  Again, another enjoyable night at the Vault – this time with different, but equally fun, African men.

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Vault 139: 3rd Visit

I’m in danger of becoming a regular at Vault 139. I had such a great time when I visited it a few Saturdays ago (my 3rd visit) that it’s left me with the impression that this may be the best place for me in London when it comes to gay sex.

I’m sitting right now in my office, after work, typing this up before I get ready for my 4th visit: the underwear night (everyone gets down to their underwear and shoes.)  This visit is a sort of preparation for the (in)famous naked nights that happen every Thursday, and which are apparently so popular you can hardly move! If I can be naked in a large group of men… I can do anything in life!

My 3rd visit to the Vault happened a few weeks ago and, like the 2nd time, took place on a Saturday night that was busy with guys and good music.  I arrived around 6pm and stayed until 11pm.  This is what I got up to:

Straight away, five minutes into arriving, a smily bear accosted me in the corridor by the glory hole cabins and started kissing me. Very quickly, he pulled me into the dark corner by the cabins and went down on my cock.  I stood there watching everyone, taking swigs from my can of Kronenboug, a grin on my face.  A medium-height guy then approached and started kissing me, over the bear.  As I pulled out his cock and started jerking him off, the bear pulled away and left us alone.

This new guy didn’t kiss very well, but it felt enjoyable as we jerked each other off. I put my can on the floor and with my spare hand felt his body under his white polo t-shirt. Other guys approached and circled us, their cocks out.  One of them, to my right, was a guy in his 60s, hairy chest and tweaked nipples, his t-shirt over his head, and a nice fat cock out (and a dirty sleazy look on his face).  I couldn’t resist: I bent down to suck him while the other guy worked on my cock.  When I got up again, the dad pulled my trousers down and started playing with my ass.  Groping it at first, then sliding one finger up my ass.

Now it was the polo t-shirt guy’s turn to stand up and leave us, giving space for new guys to join our little circle.  The dad turned me around and spread some lube on my asshole. With his other hand, he slid a condom on his cock.  I was about to get fucked in public for the first time!

While he was trying to slide his hard and thick cock in the me, the two guys beside us were doing the same. Here we were, two guys bending over side by side, while two other guys fucked us from behind.

The dad’s cock was painful for me and I couldn’t help moaning out loud as he slid in and out.  The loud moans just made him slap my ass hard and drive his cock deep and fast.  Guys came and went down the corridor, stopping to watch us.  I looked down and there was my can of beer on the floor, half drunk. Then very quickly the dad had pulled out and moved away.  He hadn’t cum and I guessed he was going to save his load for someone else.

I pulled up my trouser, downed my beer and went to the toilet to check the damage.  As expected, I needed to do a bit of wiping of my ass (I hadn’t douched beforehand as I hadn’t expected to get fucked!)  After I’d sorted myself, I joined the guys again, wandering back and forth.

There was a guy in a baseball cap and baggy clothes – a sort of young, gangster type – that had everyone’s attention.  He had a massive, thick cock and he kept getting different guys to go on their knees and work on his cock for a bit.  Just as the guys were getting into it, he’d pull away and wander away.

I spotted him in the room left of the bar, where someone was blowing him while other guys stood or sat around, and so decided to stick around and also enjoy the action. Then I spotted the dad who had just fucked me, across the group, looking at me. He pulled his cock out and gestured at me with it.  I made a sign for him to come over.

Now I had his cock in my mouth and could taste the latex from the condom that had been there earlier. I got to sucking him while running my hand over his furry chest and squeezing his nipples.  A guy came to his side and offered a sniff from his poppers, which the dad accepted. I wasn’t offered it but I could just imagine what was suddenly happening to the dad’s body and mind.  He now held my head and pulled his cock out – he started jerking off furiously while aiming his cock at my face.

Another first for me: he shot a big load all over my face and in my mouth, the biggest (and first?) facial I ever got.  All the guys looked at me with some curiosity, but one guy in particular caught my attention: he was a handsome, slim, tall guy with a big, bushy silver beard and full set of hair.  I walked past them all, through the bar, my face covered in cum, and got a double-take from a guy who was washing his hand in the bathroom.  In the mirror, a was a large river of cum going down my face.  I washed away the cum with some water and dried my face with rolled up toilet paper.

The handsome silvery bushy beard guy turned out to be a lovely American guy who got chatting to me at the bar a bit later. We went from “hello, how are you” to “shall we get a cabin” in literally a minute.

“Show me the way,” he said, and so I took his hand and led him to the corridor with the cabins. To our luck, a door opened and we quickly slipped inside.

We started kissing and undressing each other.  Although he had a lot of hair on his face and head, the rest of his body was hairless. And not only was he smooth, he was toned like an athlete! I luxuriated in touching his muscles, holding him, stroking his cock (7 inches thick). He also seemed to be into me.

After some mutual sucking, we started kissing and jerking each other off, our bodies pressed together. I kept leaning down and spitting saliva on his cock’s head, to give me more lube (sometimes failing to hit his cock). His load went all over my stomach and cock.

“Did you cum?” he asked. I said no, that I wasn’t ready quite yet.

“Turn around, let me see your ass.”  And so I did.  “I could feel it and I thought it would look really nice.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You can play with it anytime.”

“You are very sweet,” he laughed.

He stepped outside to go clean himself and I stayed behind a little longer, to get myself sorted. And here’s where I made my big mistake of the night.  I should have gone to the bathroom to clean up and then found him, to chat a bit more.  We had chemistry and he was very sexy.  But I saw him sitting by himself on one of the sofas and I went the other way, back into the corridors, and very soon he’d left the venue.

(I am hoping to bump into him again, so he can finally have a go at my ass…)

The bar got busier and more raunchy.  Just as I was feeling like maybe I wouldn’t hook up with anyone else that evening, a tall ginger guy stopped in front of me and gave me a kiss.  From then on we spent two hours together, kissing, sucking each other off, kissing some more, drinking, commenting on the bar, getting other guys to suck us, avoiding other guys, getting stuck in a dark corner where shadows went for our bodies (their fingers trying to open our mouths so their cocks could slide in – I refused categorically!)

One funny thing happened in his company. At one point we went into the cabin because he wanted to suck me off. We took off our clothes and were fooling around when suddenly he pointed down.  I looked and saw someone’s arm sticking through the glory hole, grabbing his cock.  The ginger boy made a silence gesture to me, grabbed some opened packets of condoms and tissues, squished them together, and tapped the hand.  When the hand let go of his cock, he stuck the bundle of garbage on its palm and closed it.  The hand pulled back, saw what it had won, then came back angry, swatting the air trying to hit us.  We both had a good laugh.

We generally had a good time in each other’s company, to the point where we exchanged numbers at 11pm and promised to meet up 1-2-1 in the near future.

Just before I was leaving, I noticed a muscular skinhead watching us.  He looked at me intently and held my gaze.  He then walked past us and stroked my back.  Other muscular guys would salute this man, it seemed like he was a regular and knew quite a few people.  When I was all ready to leave, and I was kissing the ginger boy goodbye, I saw him standing near us again, observing me. I said a silent goodbye to him and he smiled.

There are still a lot of adventures in store for me at the Vault.

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Four Days of Fuck All

My Easter break’s plans to fuck tons of guys didn’t go exactly to plan.

Yes, I did go to Sweatbox on the Friday (my second sauna visit in London, and my eighth sauna visit in total), yes I saw some hot guys, yes I did go to parties on the other days and saw even more hot guys — but all came to nothing.  I did have a great time and regret nothing, but it made me realise that maybe putting so much emphasis on pre-planning, on expectations, didn’t serve me well. I was feeling my best when not expecting anything, when enjoying things as they were, when just going with the flow.

Sweatbox Sauna

Sweatbox was my biggest disappointment.  I’d read a lot about this sauna online and knew the reviews were mixed.  Either people (guys in their 20s) loved it, or they (older guys) hated it. I’d also read that it wasn’t very well kept, was slightly falling apart, but I wondered if these were just harsh comments from upset visitors and the truth might fall somewhere in the middle.

I ended up visiting it with a friend, after a few drinks at the Yard. We arrived at 11pm on the Friday, when I expected the sauna to be getting busy.

After paying to get in (and receiving a 24-hour entry pass), we went down the steps (past a gym) and found ourselves faced with a gruff security guard (from Eastern Europe?) sitting on a tatty desk chair, with some half eaten chocolate bars around him, right inside the locker room. Beyond him, a slim hairy guy slowly got changed while eyeing us up, calculating whether we were of any interest to him.

After going through our stuff, the security guard let us through and we proceeded to get undressed in front of him. We’d been handed a tiny, thin towel, which we somehow managed to wrap around ourselves (I wonder how bigger guys manage?!), and off we went to explore the sauna together.

Sweatbox is a dingy, badly lit affair, spread out over two floors. There were maybe 20 guys in total in there, making the place feel quite empty.

On the first floor was a communal shower right beside a jacuzzi. This was one of the busiest parts of the sauna, as guys came by to show off a bit under the water or check out other guys. If you sat in one corner of the jacuzzi, you could watch some of the guys shower, which I ended up enjoying a few hours later, once I’d given up on hooking up with anyone.

Next to the shower was a steam sauna, turned off and unlit. It didn’t stop some guys going into its corners and either jerking off or sucking each other off. At one point, one of the hottest guys in sauna – a shortish, muscular guy in his 20s with a nice big cock – got a blowjob from another young guy who hadn’t bothered to take off his clothes in the locker room.  Me and a few other guys tried to stand around and watch them, but the muscular guy kept blocking us with his body, not wanting us to watch. His spirit of not-sharing was replicated elsewhere in the sauna; it was as if guys didn’t want others watching them, didn’t want to stimulate anyone. (Later, I think I saw the sauna’s staff excorting out the clothed guy).

Past that steam room was another steam room, so filled with vapor you couldn’t quite see anyone else unless you were sitting right beside them.  There was never more than two people in there at any time.  Guys would come in, do a perfunctory walk around, and leave. I joked to my friend that we were getting our pores completely cleared out by sitting so often in there.

Finally, there was a dry sauna, which at first was always empty, then slowly started getting busier around 1am. Again, nothing happened in there, apart from one bulky dom top taking another guy into one corner of it and getting a blowjob (while making sure he blocked the action with his body so we couldn’t watch them.)

That dom top had actually caught my eye earlier when my friend and I had circled the basement floor (where you have rows of cabins, sling rooms, and a depressing chill out area showing RuPaul’s Drag Race, with some guys taking a nap in the corner and bored staff checking their emails.) We’d heard some noise coming from behind a wall and I managed to find a slot through the partition where I could see the dom top fucking a guy on a sling.

Later, I saw that dom top showering upstairs and I liked how strong and bulky his body looked, how hefty his cock was. He went off after another guy and so I trailed him for a bit, which he seemed to notice. He wasn’t into me. (Later, as I was leaving, we both found ourselves getting dressed together in the locker room. Again, he didn’t look at me at all.)

Most of the guys were in their late 20s, early 30s, and were quite slim. Maybe if it hadn’t been a holiday, the sauna would have been busier and I would have had more fun. Maybe if I hadn’t been with my friend, wandering around with him all the time, I might have hooked up with someone. Maybe, maybe, maybe…

My friend and I did split up towards the end, and later I found out – already back at home – that he’d finally got lucky with an Australian.

Young gay guys deserve a nice, sexy sauna to meet and have a good time. It’s a shame if they think Sweatbox is the only option for them. They should try Pleasuredrome (which has much better facilities.) I wonder if there’s a Catch 22 situation going on with Sweatbox: young guys go here because they think young guys won’t go anywhere else… and so they all stop themselves from migrating to a better sauna. Pleasuredrome definitely had older guys on the Sunday I went there, but it also had young guys – it was very mixed (and busy!)  Sweatbox seemed more of a “twink paradise”, but the poor surroundings were a disservice to everyone in there.

I’ve heard a rumour that they are thinking of shutting Sweatbox down to refurbish it.  I hope it’s true!  It has a great location – I’m sure they get lots of turists, plus the after work crowd – and it would be fantastic for the gay community if it came back with beautiful new surroundings and service.

Until then… I think I’ll be sticking with Pleasuredrome and the Vault for my adventures.

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