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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 hardon 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 gay Union in Vauxhall, located in one of the railway arches. 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 london 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. 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 only wished it was even darker there — an emergency exit light was far too bright for my liking. In the darkroom there was a club 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.

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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. 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.