Tracey Parker is a gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world; after sharing with Squirt.org members the steamy gay cruising in the hottest gay cruising woods famous in Mexico City, Tracey tells us of another hidden gay cruising gem in Mexico, the town of Puerto Veracruz, where one local sauna attracts many for a good time.

Vapor Jarocho was part of a last-minute itinerary that I put together for my final day in Veracruz. 

The most important item on the list was the midnight sleeper bus ride home to Mexico City from the port of Veracruz—a city rich with Mexican culture and history, situated on the Gulf Coast. 

Many in Mexico City say that the men from Veracruz, or Los Jarochos, are the most handsome in all of Mexico.

I had just visited Los Tuxtlas and Catemaco, two distant destinations that aren’t part of most itineraries. My challenge was to travel from there back to the port before midnight to catch my bus. 

The local bus I selected got me there with plenty of time to spare, which is when I decided to head to Vapor Jarocho. They had a New Year’s Day party planned, so I figured there would be a nice crowd of Jarochos to flirt with.

I arrived in town as scheduled. I had so much time, in fact, that I decided to walk around before heading to the bathhouse. The streets were bursting with music, and crowds were enjoying the afternoon on the Malecón, which offered a great view of the sea. 

At this hour, many young men had their shirts off, their brown bodies glistening under the strong sun. It was an unbelievably beautiful scene; I felt fortunate to be among the happy vacationers on holiday instead of alone in the cold, crowded mountains of the capital.

Most of the beautiful men were with friends or family, but I saw one walking alone. He was larger than my usual type, with broad, strong shoulders and a black tank top that his body filled out perfectly. He was walking in front of me, and I fell into a trance watching him from behind.

He must have felt me staring, because he turned around and looked right back at me. The turn was so unexpected that I had no time to react; he caught me staring at him lustfully. He continued to look at me fearlessly, while I stood there, at a loss for where else to look.

I’m used to doing the chasing, and I wasn’t really prepared to make a move yet—I was saving that for later. But he had other ideas. He introduced himself; his name was Bryan.

We walked along the Malecón for a while as the sun set—the first sunset of the new year, he pointed out. When the light faded, the air turned cold. There was a pregnant pause as we both wondered what would come next.

I told him my plans to go to Vapor Jarocho. He mentioned he’d been there before and agreed to come with me. I couldn’t believe my luck. When we entered, the place was fairly empty. The entrance opened into an outdoor courtyard with a small rectangular pool surrounded by a lounge area. There was an MC and a DJ, which seemed like overkill for the few people present.

Bryan and I changed in the locker room together. The way he undressed was consistent with how he carried himself in public: very put-together. He folded every item of clothing and stacked everything in his locker neatly. He had absolutely no self-consciousness as he removed his underwear, exposing a nicely trimmed, opulent mane of pubic hair and a thick, uncut cock that was still soft but showing signs of filling out.

He wasn’t bothered by my gaze; he even looked at me daringly, as if what we were doing was completely normal. He put me at ease. As I mentioned, I’m used to setting the pace, which often fills me with anxiety. I was quickly getting used to being with someone else who took the lead and let me follow.

Instead of returning to the courtyard, he led me to a staircase that took us upstairs to the sauna, steam room, and jacuzzi. It was a nicely designed space with private rooms hidden in clever corners and hallways for cruising. It was empty; we seemed to have the entire place to ourselves.

He entered the sauna and held the door for me. The heat felt amazing. The afternoon had been sweltering, but the city had turned chilly the moment the sun went down. He loosened his towel as soon as he sat. At this point, I decided I was going to take the lead—I don’t know if it was a conscious decision or just my desire taking over. I ripped the knot of his towel open and buried my face against him.

I removed my own towel and placed it on the floor so I could kneel and feast on him more easily. His legs were sturdy, hairy, and slippery from the steam. I slid my hands over them, which tickled him slightly; I looked up to see his stern face break into an adorable smile.

This is when he took his hand, placed it on the back of my head, and shoved my face back down. His cock had grown; it was sticking straight up, slightly curved, hairless and veiny. I took him into my hand and placed my mouth delicately around the tip. I began sliding my lips over him, dipping underneath his foreskin, which made him moan in pleasure.

Until now, I had been putting my best foot forward, trying to impress him with good manners and clever anecdotes. Now, on my knees, I was showing him another side—a side that didn’t care what he thought and only wanted more of him. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted his large, strong, hairy body on top of me. I wanted him to devour me.

I continued as long as he would let me, switching from shallow strokes to taking as much of him as I could handle. When I needed air, I knelt back and gazed up at his young face, watching his sharp features disappear into the large, bulky mass of muscle that was his body.

I slapped his large legs before returning to him once more. Finally, he told me to stand up so that he could fuck me. I stood and faced the white tiled wall. He used his foot to gently nudge mine, widening my stance. I felt the tip of his rod playing at my entrance.

“Slowly,” I pleaded, humbled and scared by the power of him.

But what followed was a gentle, even playful insertion. He took his time, creeping inside and allowing us both to feel the muscles opening up like a creaky door in a farmhouse. He savored the sensation, teaching me things about my own body I hadn’t known. He waited until I was completely open, and then he pounded me ruthlessly until he came inside of me.

He stayed inside me while I finished myself off. Eventually, we separated, pacing the sauna in our own private trances while catching our breath.

We showered together and dressed side by side. I continued to marvel at his self-care; the locker room was stocked with various powders and creams. I usually leave those things alone, but he put them all to use. We kissed goodbye, and I walked myself to the bus station.