I went a few weeks ago back to the Vault 139 – back to its naked night on Mondays. It was during the heat wave and a friend of mine had warned me it would probably stink, but I went anyway because I was feeling too horny.
I ended up spending 2 hours wandering around and sitting apart from everyone, disengaged. (And no, it didn’t stink.) There were fewer guys than my previous naked night visit, and these guys seemed split into two camps: mature and out of shape, and on Viagra; and young and fit, and not on Viagra.
I saw again the bald & bearded Dwarf/Short Guy with the massive cock, tattoos and pierced right nipple but we didn’t interact with each other. I did notice a tall, fit and attractive silver dad, also with a big cock, who moved around bopping to the music but seemed uninterested in everyone. A short Chinese dad grabbed my cock but I couldn’t get interested, so I smiled a polite apology. Then an Indian dad sauntered up to me excitedly and pushed my head down on his cock; but I bobbed back up in boredom and got a smoker’s kiss from him for my troubles. “I’m new here and nervous,” I lied before moving away.
There was a stunning twink with smooth marble skin, a tight ass and jet-black hair who floated around and eventually got pinned, bareback, by a hairy Turkish muscle dad in one of the alcoves. The other good-looking boys hung out with each other by the bar, only allowing those in their league to join in.
I ended up asking myself on my way home if the Vault’s spell on me had been broken.
A week later, feeling horny and adventurous again, I returned to its Wednesday Underwear night. The heat wave was still playing havoc with London and the venue was fairly empty. I wore dark blue boxer shorts and felt more relaxed, without any expectations.
The guys were a mixture of middle-aged regulars and a few bottom twinks. Two muscle marys stood out as the best looking – they roamed and roamed until they found each other and spent a good hour chatting about their lives in a corner, ignoring the rest of us.
I noticed a good-looking guy in his twenties checking me out whenever he walked past me. He was half-Japanese, tanned and toned, with a nice juicy ass. Did I want to top him? After another friendly smile, I thought “yeah, why not” and followed him.
That’s when Corona’s Rhythm of the Night started playing, a song that served as the soundtrack to the Saturday night at the Vault when my ginger buddy and I fooled around in one of the alcoves and got surrounded by guys trying to join in on the action. The song now served as a good omen.
He stood in front of one of the glory hole cabins. I stopped beside him and we smiled at each other. “Where you from?” he asked. He laughed when I told him – it turned out we were from the same country.
A guy standing inside the cabin directly opposite from us made a grab for my crotch, which I politely declined. He then stood aside and gestured for the two of us to go inside, which we did.
With the door closed, we pulled our underwear’s down. We both had cocks of the same size. We jerked each other off, with no kissing, and exploring each other’s torsos. “What are you?” he asked. “Versatile. You?” He was a bottom, as I had imagined.
He unwrapped a condom, unrolled it over my cock and turned around. I slid easily inside him from behind then, with my hands on his shoulders, started fucking him.
He had a delicious ass, which I pounded and slapped, working up a sweat for the both of us. My hands explored his chest and back, squeezed his nipples; my tongue played with his earlobes.
“I’m enjoying this,” he said with a cheeky smile, looking back at me. I shot my load, pulled out, pulled off the condom then massaged his chest and nipples as he jerked off and shot his load on the floor.
We left the cabin and smiled a “see you later” at each other. He went to the loos to clean up and I went into the sitting room by the bar to sit down and enjoy my post-cum buzz. Goldfrapp’s Systemagic (Ralphi Rosario Lunar Eclipse Mix) was playing – a song that I’ve been loving this year. It also struck me as a good omen, as if I was on the right path and all the lights running alongside it had lit up.
Guys came around and dangled their juicy cocks in front of me; and a hot and hairy dad jerked off to my side. Everything seemed sexy and fun suddenly – everything seemed all right.
I went back to the main cruising room to watch some action and my new friend joined me on one of the vinyl mattresses. “We recognised each other,” he joked. “Must be something about our smile, the country we come from.” I agreed with him.
He said he had just arrived in London and was on holiday. His next stop was Dublin. He asked if I was into drugs and knew where he could get some. I said I didn’t, on both accounts, but he could try the guys that hung around Camden Market.
We left the Vault together and took the Tube at Warren Street. He asked if I’d like to go with him to Camden – maybe he thought we could score drugs together and then have some chemsex back at his hotel. I showed him where to go on the Northern Line and he kissed my cheek goodbye.
There was still one special day remaining for me to visit: the infamous Naked Night on Thursdays. This is the day which, apparently, the Vault gets rammed with guys. Regardless of my previous experiences I felt that this was one day I had to experience for myself one day.
As my boyfriend spends some days of the week with his lover, I knew the chance to visit would eventually come up. And so it did this week.
Strangely for me, I spent the Thursday fairly calm about the visit. I brought my black douche bulb to work, to get my ass nicely ready for action, and I also took some PreP. I was feeling open minded and up for anything.
After a few post-work drinks with workmates and a quick visit to Sainsbury’s for a protein bar and some soup (for a meal after the Vault) I headed inside. Three guys waited on the staircase to get in; and more stood around inside, naked, holding their belongings inside crates. I took off my clothes, slid my complimentary lube and condom inside one of my socks and joined the queue. I was already tipsy so didn’t feel the need this time to head straight for the bar, for a fortifying drink.
There were tons of guys, of all shapes, sizes, ages and ethnicities. Crowds in the main cruising room, in the corridors, by the bar. The air was hot and ripe with the scent of sweat and sex. Every second brought skin against your own. Everywhere you looked there were guys fucking, sucking, rimming, jerking off, cruising, resting, and watching. I felt at peace with all these men, as if they were all my brothers. There was so much variety at show that it was easy to forget yourself and just go with the flow.
One minute after arriving I spotted the sexy silver dad (still bopping along to the music) and the bald & bearded Dwarf/Short Guy with the massive cock by the last alcove (underneath the porn telly). Down I went on my knees and swallowed the Dwarf’s cock. He put his hand behind my head, encouraging me; then he turned my face sideways so he could better face fuck me. A group of guys stood next to us, fooling around, drawing his eyes while I now licked his shaft and sucked his shaved balls.
Another short guy came to stand next to us, mature as well, nicely toned, bald and with an irresistible boner. I grabbed his cock and drew him closer so I could greedily work on both cocks at the same time. The newcomer loved it but the Dwarf/Short Guy wasn’t so into it and moved away. The new guy now pulled me up and asked what I was into. “Versatile.” So was he; and this seemed to stop things between us.
I rejoined the wandering guys and tried to appreciate where I was and what I was seeing. In the main room there was a row of guys on their knees on the vinyl beds, asses up in the air (some with condom packs on their backs). It didn’t take long for someone to stop and start ploughing them. It got me thinking on whether there are “levels” of behaviours in these clubs – if I was at the entry level and one day I would graduate to joining those guys, my ass also offered up to whoever wanted it…
I noticed a guy in the corner, tanned and hairless (apart from a little chest hair), with a nice big cock and a beer belly, swinging from a can of Stella. I moved closer so I could stand by his side, which he noticed. He soon turned around and grabbed my cock, and so I returned the favour. But when I tried to lean down and suck him, he stopped me.
“What’s your name?” he asked. I told him and he said his name was J. We chatted as we jerked each other off, gently, surrounded by guys fucking. Getting-to-know-you chitchat. “Want a beer?” he asked, so we moved to the bar.
He turned out to be very chatty and a heavy drinker. He was in his mid-50s and balding. He told me he was divorced, with two sons (one of them with the same name as mine), and that he had just come out of a long-term gay and monogamous relationship. He wanted to be around other gay men but not necessarily engage with anyone.
While we chatted by the bar I ran my hands up and down his back, massaged his neck and, of course, played with his cock. He said he didn’t mind the attention, that he wasn’t used to getting any. He liked telling jokes (many which came from his kids), and he said he travelled the world a lot for his work. I growled with excitement and squeezed his cock when he told me he was a true top.
He liked chatting and drinking so much that I started to wonder if anything was going to happen between us. A long line of guys had formed waiting to collect their belongings. Was everyone leaving even though it was only 9pm? (No, J assured me, there were still tons of guys, and more to arrive – and he was right.)
I told J I had to leave at 10pm as it took me an hour to get home. I also declined his many drink offers and stuck with tap water. I even gave him my free drink voucher. Finally, I said to him “I’m going to wander around for a bit.”
This spun him into action. “Are you horny for cock?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. We had been kissing – his hard cock pressed against my belly continuously getting me horny. He had made me turn around and praised my ass, but now I wanted him to show me some business. He took me by the hand and led me to the glory hole cabins.
A guy hanging out inside one of them stood aside so we could use it. J closed the door, locked it, finished off his 100th can of Stella and told me to sit down. He then squatted between my legs and slid his fingers inside my hole. He had told me back in the bar about prostates and the importance of playing with them. Now he was showing me what he knew.
While he fingered me with one hand, he fished his bottle of poppers from his socks and handed it to me. I sniffed from it and got so high and horny – like I’d never been before (or at least not anytime recently.)
Our bodies were covered with sweat. I kissed his head, rubbed him, reached for his rock hard cock. He ate me up with his eyes and fingered me hard. Right Here, Right Now played over the speakers. It made me so happy – because there was really nowhere else I rather be in that moment – I was fully there with J and the pleasure he was giving me.
“Shall we move to an alcove bed?” I suggested, worried he might be tired from kneeling. I also offered to get him some tissues for his fingers but he said he wasn’t bothered. “It’s just ass cum – you are cuming so much.”
J and I found an alcove and I lay down on the vinyl bed. He lay beside me and we kissed and sniffed some more of his poppers. It felt amazing to be in his arms, feeling his fingers slide back inside me as I tugged his thick cock. Then he was kneeling again and more determined than ever to make me orgasm.
And so I did. One of the biggest orgasms of my life. A week load exploding out of me – so good it was painful. Completely drained and high, with my cum flung all around the alcove.
J didn’t suck me off or let me suck him. He pointed out later how we had had good, safe fun together. He wanted me to come home with him for a few hours but I said I couldn’t. So I missed out on seeing him cum – it felt like he wasn’t able to let himself go at the Vault.
After cleaning ourselves we went back to the bar. Guys looked at us, smiled at my face covered with pleasure. I told J that guys were checking him out too but he wouldn’t believe me. “Nobody looks at me. I didn’t even think you would be interested. You looked out of my league.”
“You are very sexy J. You are an amazing man. And you need to run courses on how to massage prostates.” This made him laugh.
He had such a low opinion of himself, and of everyone else in the venue (“everyone here is stuck up, up their own arses.”) I felt this was a shame and tried to uplift him, make him see how sexy he was. When he pulled me around by the hand, other guys checked him out, smiled at him, probably wanted this top all for themselves, but he didn’t notice any of it.
I said my goodbye and took down his phone number. Our hugs and kisses annoyed some guy trying to walk past us (“he’s jealous,” I told J.) Then, as I got changed, I noticed the hung Dwarf/Short Guy also getting dressed and looking at me. J returned for another final kiss and goodbye, and when he left the Dwarf/Short Guy was no longer looking at me. If he had just given me another look, he would have found me giving him a warm, thank you smile.