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.