Tracey Parker is an urban explorer who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world.; after sharing with Squirt.org members the steamy gay cruising in the hottest gay cruising woods famous in Mexico City or, Sexto Piso, a Gay Sex Club, in Mexico City; Tracey knows where you can get your cocked sucked. This time, we visit gay men-only hotel, Arthur & Paul, in Phnom Penh, Cambodia

After getting my massage, I walked down the staircase from the hotel to the pool on the ground level. Before my massage started, the place was quiet.

Few people enjoyed the pool, located inside vine and fern-covered walls and shaded from the intense Cambodian sun by a lovely boutique hotel. 

By now, the sun had almost set; the sky was tinted orange, and a steady stream of local young Cambodian boys with big smiles were trickling in from the streets and getting undressed in the locker room. 

Two handsome young men took a selfie in front of a wall with a recognizable contemporary design painted on it. I imagined they’d discreetly upload it to their Instagram to show those in the know where they’d be hanging out tonight. 

Arthur and Paul is a men-only hotel in Phnom Penh, Cambodia’s capital. It hosts a great bathhouse gay cruising scene that showcases Cambodia’s stylish, confident, and bold gay experience. 

I opened the door to the sauna, which was empty when I had gone in before and found about a dozen sweaty, glistening brown boys lined up side by side, all eying each other. Their small thin loin cloths were practically see-through, and many of them had their cocks hanging below. 

Part of me wanted to lose myself inside this steam room for a while, but I had just had a sexy massage upstairs, and I thought it might be better to just wander around the entire place and check out everything that was going on. 

The sauna is small, and most of the action is squeezed together. But there is plenty of room at the poolside to hang out and chat with locals and tourists alike. Many locals spoke English; everybody knew enough to be silly, flirt, and connect. 

In the far back corner of the facilities, a hot tub stood completely black. Dim lights illuminated black tiles, creating a black hole effect around the pool. 

Some of my favorite guys were sitting inside this hot tub. Next to it was a hallway that doubled as a shower. There were four shower heads on each side and beautiful plants everywhere. The facility was charming and impeccably designed. 

Suddenly, somebody in the shower said a warm hello to me in English. He was a handsome young Cambodian man in his thirties, skinny, and eager to talk. He told me he had a seat at the pool and asked if I wanted to join him. 

The friendly, slender guy, Dara, was in the process of marrying an older American and starting a life with him in Europe.

Dara was easy to fall in love with and had a gravitas that hooked me, too. An excellent conversationalist but also a bit of a tease (Dara would imply immediate sex but always have a reason not to), I was becoming more eager throughout our conversation. The bottle of wine we were sharing warmed my body so much that I barely noticed the air starting to chill as the daylight began to end.

I realized my sex drive was starting to override my politeness; I needed to get off. It made no sense to continue talking to someone when I was this horny, and there was a steam room with so many potential gay hookup options so close by. 

I excused myself from the lounge chairs, telling Dara that I needed to use the bathroom.

Once out of sight, I disappeared into the sauna. By this time, it was already crowded. The steam hit me hard, and I began walking past boy after boy, each one dripping with sweat, steam, enthusiasm, and desire. 

I passed by one, and he smiled right at me. His eyes told me, “Come and get me.”

I put my arms around his waist, held his gaze, and kissed him. He kissed me in a sloppy, overly eager manner, but I didn’t mind. His eagerness showed me that kissing wasn’t what he wanted to do. 

I looked down below at his tight, muscled Asian body. His cock pointed out eagerly from his thin frame, ready for anything. 

I turned him around, began jerking him off from behind and touching him all over. I still hadn’t gotten used to how perfect the men were here and how readily they were willing to give it all up. 

We played around like this for a bit, and then he grabbed my hand and led me to another side of the bathhouse. The private rooms here felt like cubicles, almost stacked on top of each other. You had to climb into them, which had a fun, kooky aesthetic, like young horny boys getting into a club playhouse.

He climbed in first, and I followed him. We were both completely naked. I crawled right on top of him and didn’t even bother to reach up to his face. I flipped him over and began to devour his thick bubble butt, rimming the hairless hole and allowing my tongue to plunge deep into him; he let out a slight moan. I put my tongue greedily on top of his pink hole and stuck it as far inside as I could. I breathed in his musty smell and kissed him, moving my slippery lips all over his slippery hole and tickling him with my beard and mustache.

He was thicker than the rest of the twinks in the sauna, and he knew he had a fantastic ass. I wanted to do this outside in the sauna, but I was a little too self-conscious to get down on my knees in front of everybody. 

I heard him moaning in front of me. He was lying on the padded mat inside the cubby where we were. I moved up so that my hard cock lay between his ass cheeks. I began kissing his neck from behind.

I grabbed onto his hands and found his hole with my cock. I began trying to put myself inside of him with no help from my hands, hoping my tongue action, spit and courage would help guide me into this hot horny, twink bottom. 

Luckily, he was already loosened up, perhaps from already being penetrated by another horny patron earlier? Whatever the reason, I stuck myself inside of him without much effort, my dick meeting little resistance. He let out a shy “yes,” slightly muffled by the playmats of the cubby, but it was enough to let me know he liked where this was going.

I pulled him onto his knees, doggy style and began fucking the life out of him. By now, he was screaming with pleasure so loudly. If we had any audience, he definitely would have formed a crowd. 

I kept pumping my cock in him, letting my thighs slam against his ass as I thrust my cock harder and harder into him; I was getting close, and I could see him on his knees, using his one hand to jerk off his dick. Sweat began to form on the small of his back.

Soon, I came inside of him in this position. I turned him over, laid him down on his back, and hovered over him as he finished himself off, eventually cumming on his stomach. 

After he finished, I lay down on top of him, and we caught our breath, my lovely twink kissing my neck, signaling goodbye kisses, and his hands lingered on my body as he started to prop himself off the mats to leave.

I rolled off of him, lay down next to him on my back, and watched him climb out of the cubby. I followed behind him, but by the time I had exited, he was nowhere to be found. 

Outside, back near the pool, Dara was still in his lounge chair, just where I had left him. His glass of wine was full, and the bottle was empty.

We resumed our conversation exactly where we had left off; the horny adventure left as a blip in the matrix, a commercial break I could almost forget myself if not for my still semi-flaccid wet cock. I grabbed my wine glass and chugged the remnants of my wine, smirking to myself as I contemplated how we quench our thirst beyond the beverages we consume.