The Vault: 7th, 8th and 9th visits

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.

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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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