I jumped on the tube and went down to Green Park. From here I took in Buckingham Palace, Westminster, The London Eye, Tate Modern, Millennium Bridge, St Paul's Cathedral, Tower of London and London Bridge all on foot. Then caught a tube back to the accommodation. It was around 4pm when I got back, and was happy that I'd managed to see most of the sights, leaving the rest of the day to prepare for The Fort.
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| Queen Victoria Memorial Fountain |
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| Yours Truly @ Buckingham Palace |
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| Approaching Westminster |
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| Outside Saint Paul's Catherdral |
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| Tower Bridge |
I did a load of research about how to get to The Fort and back, and settled on the best route. Setting off about 7pm, I made excellent time and arrived outside at about 7.50pm. I didn't quite know the score with getting into the venue, so I leant against a pillar and had a smoke whilst I waited for someone else to go in. It transpired that you rang the buzzer on the right door, then got let in at the left door. Interesting. This really was one of those "do the secret knock, say a password" kind of venues... so far so good!
Upon entering, you registered with the organiser who took your name and checked you off a list (remember this was a ticket only event). You got a locker key and a small plastic bag to keep money in for the bar if you wanted to. I changed into my jockstrap and put my trainers back on. Whilst doing so, a guy came and used the locker near me and said "Hi, you're face looks familiar!" I smiled, and asked where he meant? Turns out that yet again, someone had recognised me from this blog. Excellent. I chatted for a while, thanked him for reading what I wrote, and said I hoped I'd see him later on in the party... he smirked and said most likely!
Before I could make it to the bar, I was approached by a cute, mid to late 20's looking twinkish guy, with blond hair - very sexy, very cute. He asked if I was Josh, and introduced himself as Cristian Knox. It was one thing being recognised by readers and fans, but to be recognised by not only a fellow bareback blogger, but someone who actually works in the BB porn industry and has filmed alongside such names as Jasper Emerald, Liam Cole and others, was out of this world. He congratulated me on my blog, welcomed me to London and asked if I was having a good time so far. Certainly was, my reply came.
I went to the bar, got a beer or two and watched the atmosphere build. Entrance to the party is only between 8pm and 9pm, this ensures everyone is there and the party gets going without undue hesitation. Guys chatted, drank, a few made out and got started with the action. The thing that hit me straight away was the buzzer... the entrance bell. It was ringing constantly. "Buzz": In walked 3 more. A second later "Buzz": 6 more guys walked in... it went on like this from 8pm to 9pm... and the place filled to the rafters with guys of all ages, all shapes and sizes... from skinny cute twinks who you wouldn't really expect to be into this scene, to the rugged, clearly expert sleaze masters. From shy retiring types, to the outgoing, yet overweight and not too attractive guys. A right mixed bag... and what a great atmosphere it was for it too. Totally no attitude.
I supped my beers and made for the action. There is a room at the back, which is pitch black, other than for a couple of pale lights which add just the right amount of light. In the middle of the room is a bench, called the "Fuck Bench". Here the bottoms lined up around it, and guys just take their pick. Moving from one bottom to the next. Other guys are bent over in corners, sucking on any dick presented to them while dicks are thrust into their arses from complete strangers. Remember, this was a strict bareback party... not a single condom in sight. Even at the bar they gave out lube, but those vile love gloves didn't even get a look in. Exactly how a party or sleaze bar should be. I guess this is how bar's used to be way before the AIDS scare of the 1980's... when barebacking wasn't barebacking... it was just sex.
At some point I went to the toilet, as the beers had gone through me, and this is when I discovered just how filthy and depraved The Fort actually is. The toilets were painted dark green, and hadn't been cleaned in god knows how many years. They were filthy. There was piss and spunk on the floor, together with debris from many, many sex parties. It was rank.. but the sleazy fucker party of me really enjoyed it. It added something special to the venue. A whole raft of dirty fuckers, shagging each other raw, breeding each other, swapping loads in this run down, down trodden venue. Wonderful!
I went back into the fuck room, and bent over the fuck bench. A guy came up behind me and stuck his cock into me. He fucked me hard, forcing me to lie flat on the bench. After he'd cum inside me, he pulled out and i scooted down to suck his cock clean. He thanked me for it, and disappeared into the crowd. I took a few more strangers loads in my hole this way.
After a while I took a wander, and a guy came up to me and started chatting. Turns out he was another follower and reader of this blog. We snogged for a while, before he slipped his cock into my cummy hole. He fucked me for about 15 mins before pulling out, and saying he wasn't going to cum just yet, but would find me when he was ready to blow his gift.
I went back to the fuck bench and saw that the guy from earlier on who'd fucked me and who's dick i'd sucked clean was loitering in the area where we'd fucked. I walked over to him and he said "back for more slut hole?"
I bent over, and he went back into me again. This time pounding even harder and deeper than before, he was on top of me, me lying flat on the bench, and another guy was entering him as well. We were in a fuck train..great!
All around you could just hear guys getting bred, fucked up their arses by random strangers. The drink, mixed with the poppers which I'd been inhaling pretty constantly since the fucking had started, and the darkness, let to the most brilliant of sensations ever - total, complete, utter hedonism... barebacking at it's best. Slut's doing what sluts do best. Guys swapping strains.
I went out for a smoke, and then had another beer. At a point after this, my cock was stirring, and i turned my hand to doing some topping. I slipped my cock into a few random guys arses, and fucked, feeling all the spunk and arse juices inside them envelop my shaft. After another hour had passed by, me breeding a few guys, and taking even more seed in my hole. I decided I'd make a move and head back into town. The party ended at 11.30pm, and I figured that if I left slightly earlier, I could still catch tubes and regular buses... thus ensuring I could do something else easily. I opted to return to Play Pit once more.
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I arrived at Play Pit at about 12.30am, and headed to the action once again. I ran into my friend who I'd made the previous night in here, the guy who'd swapped profiles (and DNA) with me. We chatted a while, then he headed off for a rest as he'd just seeded some random in the sling.
I walked to the sling to see if random was still in it, but he wasn't. However I did see some guy, about 45yo, fit, slim, toned leaning up against the wall of a cubicle. I took some poppers, and then slipped my raw cock in to his hole. I felt that he had spunk up there already, and enjoyed a nice sloppy seconds raw fuck with this stranger. I kept fucking, taking poppers and enjoying the filth. Eventually I felt my balls burning, and let loose a big load of cum deep into his hole, adding my spunk to the ones already in there. As i pulled out, i saw some dribble from his hole, and run down his legs. I dropped to my knees and licked it up. Beautiful.
I walked to the area where I'd been bred good the previous night, and bent over a bench. It wasn't long before a cock was inside me, churning the spunk already in there into a creamy lather. I felt his pace quicken, and he dumped his load into me.
It was at this point in the weekend that I realised I really loved London, and didn't want to return to the north. Not that I don't like the north.... but sex, and bareback sex at that, with random guys, in dark sex clubs, is what I was put on this planet for. It's when i'm most alive. London is ace for that lifestyle.
I left Playpit at about 3am, getting a black cab back down to wharfdale road and central station. I turned into bed at about 4am, and fell asleep with untold numbers of strangers cum swimming around inside me. Good Days!
