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Bedtime story: Back in the 00’s I lived in Brixton for a whi..
🕑 Added 2023-11-17 05:05:01 +0000 UTC Bedtime story: Back in the 00’s I lived in Brixton for a while when it was a bit of a gay Mecca. There was a bar/bunker around the corner called Substation South. On Monday night it was naked night (I think, could’ve been underwear night) and it went OFF! It started late, around 11pm. Some of my work colleagues knew why I was always so tired on Tuesdays. Napping beforehand didn’t work but I still went maybe every second week. It was the ultimate playground for me. Boys everywhere, cocks out, usually hard and ready for my mouth and it was a younger crowd, which is so rare for a sex venue in London. I used to adore sucking cock - it was some kind of delayed reaction to not coming out when I was a teenager, I wanted nothing less than every single cock shooting down my throat. So I’d suck a dozen guys, sometimes many more, and make most of them blow as I swallowed every drop. Some guys didn’t want to cum “yet” (another reason not to arrive early) so I had to wait to feel then gush in my mouth. But best of all were the toilets. For some reason the men’s was horny, the women’s wasn’t, despite being men only. I used to end up in the toilets most nights. They sent security guards into the toilets to stop guys fucking in / hogging the cubicles but it was easy to get around them. I must’ve fucked a hundred guys in there over the years. Drag them in, pull their pants down, bend them over and shove it straight up them. There was no time for messing about, it was pound till we cum, usually together, then out. I’d usually stay in the bar and blow more guys until I was ready to fuck again, then cum up another boy. It really was my perfect place. I liked fucking in front of a crowd (still do) but some demanded a cubicle which was fine by me. On the rare night there wasn’t anyone to fuck - either I wasn’t anybody’s type or they weren’t mine, and I have many types - I had a special gig which I totally got off on. Yeah, I’m about to admit to being THAT guy, the one you all hate… I used to sit in a cubicle, usually the middle one for obvious reasons, and wait for 2 guys to go in the next cubicle. There were tiny spy holes so I could see most of what was happening and I’d stay in there for ages. When they fucked, as they often did, I’d climb up onto the toilet and peer over the top into the next cubicle. Surprisingly, hardly anyone ever noticed and the few who did mostly didn’t care. But I know how much it annoys some guys so I tried not to push it too far. I also hogged the middle cubicle, sometimes all night, watching hot guys fuck over and over again until I couldn’t hold back my load any more and I’d shoot all over the cubicle walls. Underwear nights were similar but with a different crowd and slightly less happy to fuck in public, but I still had a brilliant time. For about 3 hours every Monday night, I was in cock heaven. I could do exactly what I wanted and it really was the most liberating, exciting feeling. When Substation closed nothing really replaced it. The crowds, atmosphere and layout of newer places is nowhere near as conducive to exploration and just plain fun, sadly. At the same time as Substation South there was a club called The Fridge in Brixton, held in some kind of old theatre. I’ve always loved clubs with high ceilings, god knows why (the best one is in Buenos Aires, it’s truly magnificent). Anyway, the Fridge had a dark room… I used to try NOT to pull at the Fridge until I’d had a play in the dark room, usually in the last half of the night. At some point I’d apologise to my mates and head up there, in the upstairs men’s toilets. Someone always smashed the light bulbs near the start of the night and sometimes it was wall to wall squashed men with their hard cocks out. That was when I liked to go to work. I’d get oh my knees - if it wasn’t too crowded - and lick guys cocks until they started fucking my face. Then I’d start stroking and sucking them simultaneously, which makes most guys cum very fast, and bring them all to climax inside my mouth as I swallowed their loads one after another. When I’d swallowed 1-2 dozen loads I needed to cum, so I’d find some skinny twink or muscle guy, bend them over and slowly pump their holes, making sure everyone could see us. Usually they’d get close before I did cos I was so busy showing off, so I’d have to come up the home stretch really fast to catch them up. It worked - we almost always came together. He shot his load all over the other guys while mine went deep up his hole. Then I’d wash my hands (I left the dried cum on my face, it proved to be an aphrodisiac to other guys) and went back down to the dance floor with my mates. Sometimes I’d pull another hot guy there and take him home, since I lived so close. Those were brilliant times!
