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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Four Days of Fuck

My boyfriend has traveled to Spain with his lover and I’ve got the week ahead to myself. I’m planning the following:

Today, 30 March – visiting Sweatbox for the first time (my second London sauna visit)
Saturday, 31 March – visiting either The Vault 139 again or visit Buff at the Backstreet for the first time
Sunday, 1st April – party with friends, followed by Sailor’s Sauna or hooking up with a guy I’ve been chatting with on Grindr
Monday, 2nd April – Chariots Vauxhall

I may change these plans, depending on how things go. Do any of you readers have plans? Are you going to be in any of these venues on the same day? Or can you suggest other places to go? I’m feeling very open right now to suggestions! 🙂

I also plan on updating this blog as much as possible – I owe updates on so many things, including my last two sauna visits as well as my visit to The Vault last Saturday, which was so so good.

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5th Sauna Visit: Wild Thermas Club

Wild Thermas Club, Sao Paulo

I spent a couple of weeks in Brazil last December, visiting friends who live in São Paulo. On the afternoon of Friday 8th December 2017, while my friends were at work, I decided to visit my first gay sauna in Brazil.

I’d looked online first and decided for Wild Thermas Club, a sauna near my friend’s which had some good reviews online. There was also another sauna in the neighbourhood, 269 Chilli Pepper, but I’d heard it was the largest sauna in Latin America (maybe even the world?) and for this first experience in Brazil I wanted something a bit smaller and less intimidating.

As expected, I started feeling a bit nervous as the time grew close to leave my friend and brave the sauna. To distract my nerves, I wandered around a posh shopping centre nearby, Pátio Higienópolis, checking out the cute boys inside the shops. To my surprise, all floors had toilets, and all toilets were busy with cruising. Some had guys standing just outside, pretending to be checking their phones, (not so) discreetly checking who was going in and out.

The Wild Thermas Club sauna looked like a regular house from the outside. No signs hinting at what went on inside. Through the front gate’s porthole you could see the name of the place. I rang the buzzer and was allowed in.

The first thing you noticed was that the reception doubled up as a bar. It looked clean and modern. To my right was a changing room with all the lockers, which also looked tastefully decorated, modern and clean. The receptionist, a young guy with curly black hair and a light beard, explained the layout of the place and gave me locker 13. (This struck me as a funny coincidence as just an hour before, when I left my friend to go to the sauna, I checked the time and it said 13:13). It felt to me as if I was in the right place, at the right time.

Changed into my towel, and wearing complimentary flip flops lent by the house, I set off to explore the sauna. I crossed an old man carrying a bucket and a mop, and I wished him a good afternoon. He was the person in charge of keeping everything tidy after the boys came and went.

Upstairs, I came across a guy lying naked in a porn cinema area. He smiled at me and we wished each other a good afternoon. I walked past slings, dark spaces, three private cabins, a room for massages, but couldn’t find the saunas. Back downstairs, the receptionist pointed to the end of the ground floor, where I could find a small steam and dry sauna, side-by-side.

The guy from upstairs, Marcelo (from São Paulo’s East region), soon joined me in the dry sauna. We were the only two guys in the place. We chatted about saunas, cruising times, living in São Paulo and London. He started to move closer, smiling, so I stood up with the excuse I’d like to continue my explorations. “Stay here a little longer!” he asked, but I said I was still a bit tense and not relaxed.

Not much later, he followed me into the steam room. Two more people had arrived, a mature man and a short cub. The cub informed us a downpour had come down on the city.

When we were alone again, Marcelo went for the kill: he stroked my leg and leaned forward to suck on one of my nipples, while also massaging my right hand. I laughed nervously and tried to stop him, but he kept going at it. I was starting to get a hard on but I didn’t want to fuck him – he just didn’t do it for me physically even though he knew what to do with his mouth. All the time, we chatted and he jerked off furiously with his free hand. I tried not to look.

Finally, I left him and sat by the bar, where I ordered a bottle of water. I watched some porn on the screen above the alcohol shelf; more guys were arriving. One balding guy looked to be in his forties and married. He was quite nervous and I heard the bar staff whisper about him, as if he were a regular. (Later, I’d watch the short cub give him a blowjob in the dry sauna; he had a massive cock and muscular legs.) Then an extremely sexy and fit guy arrived, mid 30s, with the look and attitude of a porn star. He knew the staff and had a friendly chat to them. I tried not to stare at him.

A bit later, I spotted the sexy porn star chatting to a tall, fair-skinned guy with a thick auburn beard. Both of them were the best looking guys in the place (to my taste.) I imagined they wouldn’t be interested in me.

There were probably now about 10 guys in the place. We kept wandering around, sometime sitting in the cinema room upstairs (and failing to get a hard on), sometimes hanging out in the saunas, where all of the action seemed to want to take place. I spotted Marcelo with two other guys having a circle jerk in the steam room; in the dry sauna, other guys were discreetly jerking off.

I suddenly found myself alone in the steam room with another guy. The steam was so thick I couldn’t see his face, just that he was hard and sitting on his open towel. He kept slapping his stomach with his cock – an invitation for me. I got hard and slid over to his side.

He was in his thirties, with dark hair and tattoos down his back. He was in pretty good shape, with a firm stocky body. His cock was about 7 inches and thick. I worked on his cock, then on his nipples (copying the way Marcelo had licked my own earlier.) He then face fucked me for a while before I moved my mouth to his balls and worked on them.

The tall fair-skinned guy with the beautiful auburn beard came in and stood near us, watching. I held the stranger’s cock and offered it to him. He laughed and declined, but he moved closer and removed his towel. He was wearing swimming trunks underneath.

The guy with the tattoos pulled the bearded guy’s cock out of his swimming trunks and started sucking it, then he turned and fed it to me. Other guys came in and broke our concentration. Bearded guy left, and so did I.

I returned to the dry sauna, where two new guys were sitting side-by-side, hard cocks poking up. One of them was slim, muscular and good looking like a football player, with some hair on his chest and a large cock. The other guy was also muscular, but shorter, with a skinhead and smooth body. I sat beside them and showed my cock to them, which was still hard, but they had only eyes for each other’s.

Strangely, bald guy didn’t seem too much into this handsome football player. He soon left, just as my tall bearded guy came in. I smiled at the football player and he reached for my cock. With his other hand he pulled the cock out of the bearded guy’s swimming trunks. I was in complete ecstasy that two hot guys were playing with me! But again, more guys came in, including Marcelo, and we felt interrupted. The two hotties left and I decided to follow them.

I went up to the second floor and found them heading towards a cabin. They looked at me tentatively so I decided to take a chance and join them. We got in the cabin and the bearded guy closed the door. Football player took off his towel and lay on the single bed (a bed made of some leather material, like a massage table). I took my own towel off and hung it on the door.

The air felt suddenly charged with the three of us alone. We were all very horny and excited about each other. Bearded guy made me climb on the bed; I went straight for the football player’s cock. I sucked on it and then kissed and licked his slim stomach. Bearded guy joined me and the both of us ran our mouths and tongues together up and down the football player’s shaft and balls – sometimes meeting in a quick kiss. Football player was in heaven: “Fuck, this is so horny. This is so dirty. You both want my cock, yeah?” (This was all said in Portuguese).

After working on his balls for a bit, I slid one of my fingers to his asshole and started massaging it. Football player had now taken bearded’ guys cock and they were in a 69 position. But very soon bearded guy pulled away; I think he was trying to delay his orgasm.

“You know how to suck cock, don’t you?” the football player said to me. I just smiled and kept working on his fat, long cock.

Suddenly, he got up and rushed out, leaving bearded guy alone with me. I was confused: did he want one of us to follow him? Or he didn’t want to cum quite yet? Bearded guy and I closed the cabin door again and wasted no time in kissing and stroking each other. He had nicely tweaked nipples and a slight beer belly which I found sexy.

He turned around and positioned his smooth ass over my cock. I was still on the bed, on my knees, and the position was perfect for him, standing, to ride my cock. My cock slid in perfectly, easily.

“We should use a condom,” I said, my cock all the way in.

“We probably should,” he agreed, and he handed me one (which either him or the football player must have brought along).

While I slid the condom on, he took a peek outside the door. He was either on the watch out for the football player to return or someone else. He then came back and mounted my cock.

I started fucking him, kissing his neck, squeezing his chest, slapping his ass. It was so horny and good, I couldn’t hold out for too long. I shot my cum quickly. He rode me for a while until I’d gone soft inside him then said he needed a shower as it was too hot in the cabin (and it was.) I locked the door behind him and lay on the sweaty leather bed, replaying in my mind what had just happened.

When I came out of the cabin, I ran into Marcelo.

“You finally relaxed,” he laughed, then hugged me. I could only smile, still basking in that post-sex feeling. “Any chance I can relax with Dorian before he leaves?” and he ran his hands down my chest.

I made some excuse and tried to move away. “At least a quick peck?” So I kissed him quickly and said goodbye.

Three hours had gone by and it was my time to leave. At the showers, the hung muscular porn star I’d seen earlier at the bar, was showering by himself. I joined him and he started looking at me and jerking off.

“It’s too bad I have to leave,” I said to him, looking at his massive cock and perfect body.

“Why?” he asked.

“I have to meet a friend.” He asked where I was from and I told him London, that I was just visiting São Paulo.

“Get over here,” he ordered, gesturing to his cock. A crowd had started to form around us, including the bearded guy I’d just fucked, who also took a spot underneath a shower nozzle. I bent down and took the porn star’s beautiful cock, sucking it for a moment.

“I really have to go,” I said with regret, but also secretly enjoying the fact that I could turn down this amazing man. I then pointed at the bearded guy. “He’s the hottest fuck in here.”

“I’ve met him earlier,” that hung muscular guy replied. I wished them a good afternoon and left, hoping they would keep going with what I had just started.

When handing in my locker key at reception, I asked the guy if he was the owner. “No, him and I are just staff”, he said pointing to himself and his colleague.

“Well, you are both doing a great job here. I loved the facilities.”

“Oh, could you email our boss and tell him so? And this is our names.”

And I did, and I got a reply from the boss thanking me for the email. I hope both guys got a promotion.

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Weekend at the Vault 139, Part 2

Vault 139

I went on a date on Valentine’s Day – a first for me. He claimed on Scruff to be a Dom Top. On paper, he seemed perfect: tall, into the same music as me, funny, older, ginger beard, big boned, big boner. But the guy I met in a gay pub downtown was the complete opposite: soft-spoken, chronically shy and chronically ill. Lovely, lovely person, but I felt zero attraction to him. I think it was his timidity that turned me off.

I was left with two choices: leave my freshly bought pint behind and run away, or chat with him and try to make the most of the evening. So I stayed and we ended up getting along, like new friends, and I even snogged him (he did smell nice and was cuddly in his own gentle way). However, I promised myself on my walk home that I wouldn’t use hook up apps anymore. Guys invariably turned out to be completely different from what they portrayed online.

I spent the day after my first visit to Vault 139 lying around the flat, reflecting on that adventure, feeling too lazy to brave the cold outside. My boyfriend was spending the weekend with his new lover and I was all alone. Before I knew it, I was back on the apps, chatting to guys.

One Australian guy based in West London woofed at me on Scruff. We were both horny and up for meeting up in the evening. We talked about going somewhere first for a beer, then heading to XXL club together (a place I’d never been to but would be keen to check out.) I told him I’d been to the Vault the night before and he suggested we meet there first and go from there. We agreed we’d meet by the bar at 8.30pm.

I took a long, relaxing bath and meditated. I sent out good vibes to everyone in the Vault – I wanted to return to that cruise bar with a different set of eyes, give it a second chance, and not feel judgement towards anyone in there. I then douched and took my PrEP.

As I was temporarily staying in King’s Cross, I decided to swing by the gay pub Central Station on my way to the Vault, to check how busy it was. As I walked the streets, I felt free in a way I hadn’t felt before in a long time. It was the kind of freedom that some people feel when they go to the cinema by themselves, where they populate their time with enjoyable things just for themselves – where they are not afraid of being alone. Here I was, open to the night ahead, with no fixed time on when I had to be home.

Central Station was empty, so I kept walking. Just before I walked down the Vault’s steps, I checked Scruff. The Australian guy was showing as 5km away. I went in and sat by the bar, sipping on a can of beer, watching the guys, watching the porn, and waiting for him to arrive.

The vibe in the bar was completely different from the night before. There were more guys around, and better looking ones too. A DJ played more fun music – Madonna and Lady Gaga remixes. I went to the bathroom and took a piss. A skinhead chatted to me by the urinals and later kept looking at me at the bar. Then a tall, skinny guy in his 20s sat nearby and caught my attention. Tousled black hair, baggy trousers and T-shirt: he looked like a straight guy who had wandered in by mistake. He was fidgety and soon went off to cruise the corridors.

Half-an-hour went by and the Australian didn’t show up. I decided he’d stood me up and there was no harm in me going to check out the action. I saw a short rugby player type with a handsome face, trying to join the action in the main play area; I saw a tall, big black guy with a baseball cap, who I’m sure I’ve seen before in the Carnaby Street toilets; I saw muscular guys in their 30s hooking up; I saw a guy in his 80s, shuffling around in a very delicate manner; I saw the usual types of guys you see in cruisy toilets.

Near the end of the corridor with all the salon-style alcoves, I spotted the young Tousled Black Hair guy from the bar with another guy in his 20s, also quite fit, with short dark hair and a handsome face, in a white T-shirt. They briefly kissed and Tousled Black Hair gestured for them to go inside the last salon-style alcove. As the salon-style doors offer no privacy, it was easy for me to stand just outside, looking in at them. I watched them kiss, then the young guy in the white T-shirt suck Tousled Black Hair’s cock. Very quickly, he turned around and bent over so Tousled Black Hair could slide inside his ass.

Very suddenly, Tousled Black Hair pulled out, pulled up his baggy trousers and left. White T-shirt boy dressed up quickly and followed him, maybe just as disconcerted as us the audience as to why it had suddenly stopped. When White T-shirt boy returned, I brazenly went up to him and asked if he’d let me suck his cock. “No,” he replied.

I moved away quickly, back into the main orgy space, and focused my attention on what was happening there (which was similar to the night before, with a mixture of guys sucking or getting sucked, and others watching.) After a while, I was back outside the last alcove, watching the porn on the TV just above it. A tall, fit daddy with cropped silver hair and a smooth face then joined me by the TV. He was in his fifties but I could see he had a jock’s body. I smiled at him and he smiled back, and so I gestured at the alcove. He agreed and we went inside together.

I went straight down on my knees as he unzipped and pulled down his trousers. His cock was already hard, lying sideways in his y-fronts. A juicy, thick cock, about 8 inches long. I started licking and sucking it through the fabric until he pulled it out and fed it to me. It was a thing of beauty and I was suddenly in heaven sucking it, licking it, and running my tongue around his shaved balls.

He lay down on the leather bed as I continued to suck him. I then started noticing tons of pre-cum coming out. I told him so and he smiled: “yeah, there’s lots of pre-cum for you.” He pulled forward the foreskin and made me lick it, play with it, suck the pre-cum that kept coming. But then, all too quickly, he stood up and pulled his trousers up.

“Thanks for that,” he said. I stood up as well and sat on the bed, and then patted his ass as he left. I instinctively knew he had just arrived at the venue and wasn’t ready to blow his load (later, it again made me think how “taking a load” in these places is a sort of badge of honour, because it means you got the load that other guys worked for, like me, but didn’t get to enjoy.)

There were two guys standing outside who had been watching me suck the daddy’s dick. One of them was Tousled Black Hair. I gestured with my finger for him to come in, and he did. He unzipped his trousers and pulled a flaccid monster from his boxer shorts. I took his cock and started sucking… and I tasted White T-shirt boy’s ass! (Later, I would also savour this irony that I had tasted his ass even if I hadn’t been allowed to taste his cock.)

As I worked on Tousled Black Hair’s cock and tried to get it hard, I ran one of my hands up his smooth, flat chest. He was all limbs and smooth skin, like a giant boy. As his cock started to grow in my mouth (and it would grow into an impressive 9 inch monster), he pulled a little bottle out of his trousers and sniffed it.

“Do you want some?” he offered, and I took the bottle of poppers.

I’d only done poppers once before, when I was sitting with friends in a bar in Brazil, and one of them offered for me to try it with him. The high had been impressive, but quick.

I sniffed from his bottle, returned it to him and went back to sucking his cock. Suddenly, nothing else existed in the universe except his body and mine. My mouth on his cock. Him fucking my face. The intensity between us. My hand running across his warm stomach. The music outside. The taste, the smell of him. It was an amazing experience, a full bones and meat connection.

Then it was over, his cock was hard in my mouth, and he was pulling it out, slapping my face and my lips with it, grabbing my head. Then, like the daddy before him, he suddenly pulled his trousers up. Now he was going to go off and find others to play with – until someone eventually “won the load”.

“You have an amazing cock,” I said.

“And you are an amazing cocksucker,” he replied before disappearing down the corridor.

Feeling more relaxed with the environment, I now wandered easily past the guys and casually watched what they were up to. White T-shirt boy and Tousled Black Hair got back together in the main orgy room, then separated; then later I spotted them together again, then separated… it was a dance they played while I was there, to the point that White T-shirt boy wouldn’t bother putting his cock inside his trousers – he walked everywhere with his erection sticking out and with a longing look on his face… a longing for Tousled Black Hair, I think.

Meanwhile, the fit daddy was in the middle of an orgy in the main room, with different guys taking turns on his cock. I noticed a guy come in and join us, slightly shorter than me, t-shirt that showed some muscles and a slight beer gut. He looked back at me and I could tell in the semi-darkness he had a nice beard and handsome face.

A bit later, back at the last alcove under the TV porn, leaning against the wall, I was joined by someone: it was the recently-arrived bear. Again, I gestured with my head at the alcove. Again, I received a smile and a consenting nod.

This time, it was a case of grabbing each other and kissing. Of pulling each other’s T-shirts off, licking each other’s nipples, grabbing each other’s asses and cocks through trousers – then the trousers coming off and each taking turns to lean down and swallow the other’s cocks (his was just slightly larger than mine, about 6 inches.)

“What’s your name? Where are you from?” he asked.  I told him and he said his name was Andy and he lived just outside London. He was not only fun to play with, he also seemed like a nice guy.

Meanwhile, a little audience had grown outside. One of the guys watching was Tousled Black Hair.

Andy and I stood naked, side by side, in full view of these voyeurs. Andy went to town on my cock until the point when I warned him I was about to cum.  He worked harder on my cock until a massive orgasm ran through me. I couldn’t help but grunt loudly as I shot all my cum down his throat.

“That was a massive load,” Andy said, slightly in awe. I was now completely drained and relaxed. I gave him a kiss and we put our clothes back on. There was no need for me to deal with Andy’s load; it was silently acknowledged that he’d go back out there and find someone to take care of him.

And indeed he did, not much longer, in the orgy room. I watched him from afar get a blowjob; when he saw me looking, he smiled and poked his tongue out. I reciprocated. (Thinking back, I should have probably gone up to him and kissed him while he received his blowjob… next time.)

Only an hour and a half had passed by the time I left the Vault.  It felt like longer.  I went by Central Station again on my way home and this time there was disco music, people on the dance floor, people playing pool in the back, people outside having a cigarette. I popped inside for a nightcap pint and stood by the bar, revelling in the pub’s party vibes, revelling on the nice adventure I’d just had.

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Weekend at the Vault 139, Part 1

The Vault 139

After many years of curiosity, I finally visited the cruise bar Vault 139 this weekend. Not only once, but twice!

My first visit happened Friday night, after some drinks with work colleagues. The drinks had been a bit tense because of awkwardness amongst colleagues – so by the time I left them, I was not only a bit tipsy but in a slightly negative state of mind.

I stopped at Sainsbury’s for some juice, and feeling a bit more fortified decided to bite the bullet and visit the joint. What was the worst that could happen? £9 to get in, which included a free drink; and I could just look around and leave if I didn’t feel comfortable.

Going down the entrance stairs, I could hear club music from behind the entrance door. Inside, a red bar ran across the left-side corner, with porn on screens, stools for drinkers, and beaded curtains to part and walk through to rooms and corridors beyond. To my right, a young fella stood behind a window where you handed in your belongings (placed in a crate) so you could wander around with ease (they sensibly encouraged me to check in my phone and wallet.) Past the coat check I could see a wide play area where guys stood in small groups, tentatively trying to start something.

I got myself a can of Kronebeurg and asked the bartender if I could wander around with it, which he said was fine. There was an odd mixture of guys about – some by the bar like myself, some sitting on sofas looking at their phones, some standing in corridors checking who was going past, some waiting to go into one of the four glory hole cabins, some already fucking or getting fucked inside the not-private-at-all alcoves underneath arches, and some in the play areas (either side of the bar). Young guys stood out as unusual in the space: most guys were average sized or slightly overweight, and over 40. There were definitely no muscle marys hanging around. There was maybe a total of 30 guys, and the space wasn’t too big – you got the lay of it very quickly.

The first guy who called my attention was a fit, shirtless daddy standing in the corner of the largest playroom, stroking his cock. Later, I saw him on his knees, working hard on someone’s cock. Half an hour later, at the bar, he bragged in an American accent to someone else that he usually took at least 8 loads on Naked Night (Thursday’s). I would come to infer that taking a load is a sign of pride in this club – most guys don’t want to shoot too soon, so you may work hard on their cocks only for them to suddenly pull away and move on to the next dude. So, if you get a load, you must have done something really good!

Like the fit daddy, many of the guys seemed like regulars. And like all gay saunas, they wandered around aimlessly, silently, hoping to catch that special someone who would get them off. (Waiting for Chris Pratt to arrive, as someone perceptively wrote in an online forum.) It was really only in the play areas that people seemed to lose their inhibitions, going down on their knees and sucking whatever cock was offered to them, or bending over and taking anonymous cock. I found it all strangely unsexy, mechanical – I just couldn’t get hard. But I did appreciate that they could let themselves go so completely, without any judgement, and accept whoever came along. Anything went for them.

Some guys would brush against me, or follow me for a bit, but I was not relaxed enough to completely accept an encounter with them. And some just didn’t do it for me, though one young black guy in particular, quite fit, would have been a great hook up, and I’m sort of kicking myself now for not responding to his interest.

I did see a shortish, bald guy with a nice rugby player body and followed him for a bit. Outside the glory holes, I stood by him and gently brushed my arm against his arm. He squeezed his cock and lifted his arm, as if to show me his guns and armpits, but at the same time he seemed completely uninterested. He suddenly moved to chat with an acquaintance and I was left with nothing better to do than go hunting again.

I was at the end of my second can of beer and just about to leave when a guy came out of one of the glory hole cabins and stopped right in front of me.

“Hey,” he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cum. I smiled back at him and he pressed his body closer. His tongue went hard into my mouth again and I got a familiar feeling of doubt: should I sneak away and leave or could I play a little bit with him, see where things went?

He had a wide face, grey stubble and dark short hair. He was a few inches taller than me and strong, with a nice firm ass and natural muscles all over his body. We told each other our names and he told me he was originally from Johannesburg, South Africa, but that he lived outside London. His accent was quite thick. A few minutes later he asked, again, for my name.

He said he wanted some time alone with me but there was a line up for the private cabins, so he took my hand and led me to one of the semi-private alcoves (they are only private in that there’s no light in them, but their doors are saloon-style and very easy to open by the curious – you can see nearly everything that happens in them.)

We started making out and exploring each others bodies. I got out of my shoes and trousers and lay down on the black vinyl bed, my cock hard in his mouth. His, on the other hand, remained limp.

“I’m sorry,” he kept saying. “I don’t usually do this. I don’t like to be watched.”

But I’d already guessed that he’d just shot his load in the glory hole and hadn’t recovered yet. I told him not to worry, I was enjoying the body contact and kissing. He had a nice salt and pepper hairy chest and lovely fuzz down his asscheeks. He went back to sucking my cock and slid a finger into my hole. “I really want to fuck you,” he said. “But not here.”

“I’d like that,” I said, and I meant it. “Do you like toys?” he asked. “I’d love to use some toys on you.” I told him he could use anything on me, and that once we were alone in a bedroom, he’d be in charge. That made him very happy.

“This is what I’ll do to you,” he said and he stuck his tongue in my ass and rimmed me. “Before I fuck you. I don’t usually rim guys. But your ass tastes so good,” and he offered me his finger for me to smell (which I noticed he cheekily then wiped on my t-shirt when we went back to kissing.)

I was starting to really enjoy myself. But he returned to his apologies as his cock remained limp, so we put on our clothes again and went back to the bar.

“I want your number. What’s your name again? You are not going to give me a fake number, are you?” His hair had gone really sweaty though the rest of his body remained dry. There was something wild-eyed about his stare. “How old are you?” he asked. Forty-two, I said. And you? “35,” he replied. He didn’t look a day younger than 45, which wasn’t a problem for me, but it made me a bit sad he felt the need to lie. He also wouldn’t believe me when I said he was sexy and handsome.

When he turned to the bar to ask for pen and paper, I pressed myself against his back and felt his chest muscles over his t-shirt. I loved the feeling of being with a guy taller and bigger than me. We kissed some more by the bar and swapped candy with our tongues (free candy provided by the bar, for you to get that cock taste out of your mouth.) He then said he needed a slash. He was surprised to find me still standing by the bar when he returned; he pulled out a cigarette and said he now needed a smoke.

Feeling a bit more horny and relaxed, I decided to go for another walk by myself around the area. But it was just more of the same: guys standing around, guys engaging in some jerking off, guys sucking cock – guys that weren’t really doing it for me. Then, who do I spot snogging someone by one of the alcove rooms? My South African guy!

I realised it was a good time to leave, and that the chances of him remembering who I was, or using my mobile number, were practically nil. On the walk home, I contemplated the evening: I felt proud of myself for having the courage to visit the bar, but I concluded it was not the kind of envirnoment for me and I would probably never visit it again.


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