Tracey Parker is an urban explorer and gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world searching for and presenting alternative gay lifestyles and experiences. After sharing his recent visit to Cómplices Spa, he now shares another hot gay bathhouse in the USA, well-known by many, Steamworks Berkeley in Cali; check it out.
I had heard of Steamworks Berkeley long before I ever visited the Bay Area.
I’d always dreamed of going, and finally, when the opportunity arose, I decided to stay in Berkeley itself to ensure that I could visit Steamworks at least once.
It had been described to me as a large sexual palace. True to form, it had many elements of zen decoration. Somebody I met there told me that it was a Korean Spa before it became Steamworks. I thought it was a tasteful design idea to keep some of that vibe alive in the sex palace.
Before I could even enter the sauna, I just had to run around the place looking at who was there. I got there late on a Friday evening. The place was already packed, and the crowd would turn over several times during my marathon session.
I had just arrived on the West Coast. Between my jet lag and the time difference, it was way past my bedtime. I knew after my long plane ride that my body had no idea what time it was. I planned to go full steam ahead. Why not, right?
Steamworks turned out to be the perfect place to do this.
Swiftly breezing by the dozens of private rooms were swarms of handsome shirtless men from all parts of the world. The international element of this bathhouse is just as exciting as the one-of-a-kind facilities.
I kept seeing this one petite, muscled Asian twink running by me and staring into my eyes with a look that said, “Come and get me.”
He had an innocence but also a rosary tattooed on his neck that reached down to his upper chest. He had some other small tattoo details on his face, which made me wonder exactly who he was.
His look made any quick, easy conclusions impossible. He was so handsome, I didn’t know how it was that nobody else had already pulled him into one of the private rooms, or the sauna, or the hot tub, or inside the glory hole maze upstairs.
I committed myself to making a move the next time he passed me by. Here, the moves have to be quite obvious. So as he passed me the next time, I reached over and grabbed a nice piece of his delicious juicy ass and squeezed it as hard as I could.
As he turned around and smiled at me, I made my move and stuck my tongue down into his open mouth, recklessly playing with his tongue. I felt like my move was a bit assertive, but I felt his tongue playing with mine, and I knew my carelessness and my readiness for a hookup vibe were true; he was into it, and the same smile as our lips parted made it clear he was into me.
I asked him if he came here a lot, and he told me yes. His seductive smile had returned to his face. I was surprised at his honesty. The more common answer to this question is no.
We made some small talk as we sized each other up physically. I grabbed both of Killer Smile’s hot ass cheeks with both of my hands and then greedily moved my hands to his small waist and then to his muscled chest. I cupped his pectorals into my hands roughly, squeezed them tightly, and then went back to doing the same with his ass.
He was grazing his fingers over my hairy chest and grabbing my cock, which was getting harder by the minute.
We continued like this right in the busy hallway while dozens of other men briskly cruised past us. Some would stomp heavily, and others passed so quietly, like a tropical breeze of sex and sleaze.
Eventually, I asked him, “Now what?”
He looked up at me with his devilish smile and then began walking toward the jacuzzi. He held my hand tightly, and I followed him from behind down the narrow hallway with heavy traffic in both directions.
We both took off our towels, and I could tell we were both feeling exposed. It’s funny how that can still happen in a place like this. We both had erections, and we both stared at one another down there even though our hands had been grazing one another back in the hallway.
Maybe it was because there was a crowd in the jacuzzi, and the only way in was to descend a set of stairs with erect cocks in full view of the dozen other men already inside.
We both took our seats inside the jacuzzi. I sat down on the bench, and he placed one of each of his knees down on each side of me and sat on my lap; our eyes lined up together, and we immediately began sucking each other’s faces.
I moved him up and down with my hands, controlling his slippery, shiny, wet torso. It was brown and glistening in the ambient blue lighting. He was gorgeous. His cock would come in and out of the water, and I’d tickle it with my index finger along with his balls.
I opened his ass cheeks and playfully teased his hole with my fingers. I watched his eyes roll up into his head as I slid my finger inside of him.
The jacuzzi was like musical chairs, and men continued to enter and exit past us, just as they did in the hallway. We noticed a bigger man sitting next to us was staring at us. Eventually, he began speaking to my new friend in some form of Mandarin. My friend talked to him back in the same language, and the big guy spoke no English.
My friend whispered into my ear. “Do you want to go to the dry sauna… with him… the three of us together?”
All three of us were prune-like after having been in the jacuzzi for so long.
Once again, Killer Smile got up and dragged me by my hand to another part of the sexual palace. The bigger guy followed behind us. He was hung; his cock was sticking out from beneath his towel in a way that felt almost exaggerated or cartoonish. If I weren’t seeing the dick myself and the way it moved, I would have thought it to be some form of prosthetic.
The little guy opened the large, heavy sauna door with his strong, sturdy little body, and we all three walked in.
Killer Smile and I separated for the first time after being glued together for what was probably more than an hour. We each sat on either side of our new friend. All at once, we both moved our heads down to devour his monster cock; I made an effort to deepthroat the beast of a dick, and I vividly remember choking in a way that would have required the Heimlich maneuver in another situation. KS and I hungrily sucked and shared the dick, even pumping our heads a few times to service this monster cock.
We took turns sucking on different parts of him. Usually, one would take his head, and the other would lick his balls. His cock was thick enough for both of us to lick each side of it and then let it rest on the sides of both of our faces as we kissed each other’s lips.
Killer Smile stood up, and we both began playing with his perfect twink body. The big guy started sucking him off while I took Big Guy’s entire monster cock into my mouth, this time successfully not choking. We continued to play around with each other’s cocks until, eventually, like dominoes, we all began to ejaculate onto one another. Most of it ended up on the giant Chinese guy’s muscled body.
Several onlookers began licking him clean as the three of us sat lined up next to one another, catching our breath.
One by one, each of us left the dry sauna and made our way to the shower area, which was crowded with other guys also looking to shower off the sweat and bodily fluid of a hookup well done. The three of us shared one shower head and washed each other off in silence. The big guy’s penis was still ⅓ hard. The three of us, along with all the other bathers, each glowed with a shiny blue hue under the lights and the stream of shower water.
I roamed around the club in a state of relaxed ecstasy after such an erotic release, sitting on the comfy sofas in the lounge area, being up for almost 24 hours, finally catching up with me.
Asian religious decorative statues adorned the lounge in the club. I recognized the contentment and the relaxation I was feeling in the faces of the Buddhist statues. I pondered the similarities between sex and meditation, between sin and pleasure, and when it all became too much to think about, I opened my eyes and feasted on the eye candy in all directions.
