Roaming Revenant

For a little while now I was numb to the grind and stuck in a zone. It was time to break free from the chains of monotony and finally have a little bit of fun. An upcoming trip to London presented a perfect opportunity. Thankfully Hard On was on that weekend – a popular monthly sex party run by the legendary Susan Krueger. I decided to give it a go.

The pursuit of pleasure is often dismissed as selfish or indulgent. And perhaps it very well is, but I am human therefore nothing human is foreign to me. Acknowledging and recognising this aspect of our nature allows us to actually understand and appreciate our desires and needs. 

By embracing our sexuality, we can tap into a deeper understanding of ourselves, leading to greater self-acceptance and ultimately a more authentic and fulfilling life. Joy and happiness can take many forms.

The event was at the Union in Vauxhall, located in one of the railway arches. It’s not a purpose-built sex club but it’s comfortable enough and just the right size for the crowd. 

After going in just past the entrance is the main bar along with a dance floor area with stairs leading to a small darkroom above. Further in is a long room lined with slings with the main darkroom up the stairs at the very back. After going around a few times I headed to the darkroom at the back and stayed there for most of the night. It was hands down the dirtiest place inside and I liked that dim light added a degree of surrealism to the unfolding scenes.

As the place filled up it became crowded, hot and sweaty. As always having started as a top it didn’t take me long to get my ass fucked. If I feel a cock behind me pushing against my hole, who am I really to say no? To move around I had to push myself between musky bodies, wiping their sweat all over myself. I didn’t really mind it as it meant a stranger slipping in my ass or me finding a wondering hole among the sweaty human mass. I didn’t always bother to look who it is – anonymity is part of the fun. I only wished it was even darker there – an emergency exit light was far too bright for my liking.

In the darkroom there was a large tall fella wearing a lycra top. He was about twice my size with a nice meaty arse. I love a difference in size and fucking larger guys. We locked eyes and soon my cock was founding his hole. After I pulled out we flipped and he fucked me on the bench in the middle of the room. There is something about flip fucking that I really enjoy, especially in the environment like this. It’s nice to completely let go and not be too hung up about the roles.

Most of the communication is entirely non-verbal, I spent hours being close to people without saying a word. Every once in a while you do speak though. A nice black lad in the darkroom asked me if I want to fuck him. Of course I did, it was kind of him to ask. I pushed aside camo netting at the back and bent him over a bar.

Sitting down to catch my breath I picked up a bottle of poppers someone left behind. It was sticky, clearly covered in mixture of thick lube and ass. I headed back to the darkroom slowly unscrewing the bottle while pondering who held this bottle before me as I took a deep breath in. Love the poppers, hate the spill. It was just what I needed to lose myself completely. The whole night was really a blur – I played with so many people that it didn’t take long to completely loose count or ability to pinpoint individual encounters.

In a place like this I feel connected to something akin to a communal consciousness. Letting go a bit of a sense of self and embracing a meditative state of a joint existence. Sometimes my mind is really blank and completely in a moment and sometimes it transcends the space. Most importantly you are connecting with like-minded consenting adults that came here for the same thing as you did. In my opinion it’s something to be treasured.

The next day I woke up with muscle pain in my legs and shoulders, fucking all night does take its toll.