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.