Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. After sharing the hottest gay cruising woods famous in Mexico City, while also recently visiting Cómplices Spa, the gay male sauna and bar located in Bogotá. Tracey also explores gay bathhouses in the US, such as Crew Club in DC and now Steamworks in Chicago.
Just as I was arriving at Steamworks Chicago, a young man caught my eye on the other side of Halstead Street.
He looked so familiar that I could have sworn I had seen him before. He was on the short, skinny side, which is always a turn-on for me. He looked young, but there was also a strong determination in his presence that made me want to get to know him more. I stood far away and tried to admire him as much as I could before he noticed me.
Suddenly, he moved his hand up to his mouth and placed a cigarette to his sexy lips; he took a substantial drag as if he were in a hurry to finish smoking. There was an awkwardness in the way he smoked. He closed his eyes as he was taking a drag, and he held his elbow up as if he didn’t want to be smoking; almost as if he succumbed to the addiction and wasn’t pleased with himself; caught in the cycle of quitting and re-starting, disappointment burning within him just like the end of his fag.
Then it happened; he looked over in my direction and saw me staring at him. I looked down at my phone, then at the door to where I was going, and hurried along as if I was too busy to give him the time of day. I didn’t expect to see him ever again.
Once I was inside the bathhouse, I did what I always do: run around in my towel to every corner of the club, taking inventory of what was going on and what and who I wanted to pursue.
This location of Steamworks (they also have one in Berkeley, California, which I’ve visited) had a seductive smell that seemed to combine the scents of cleaning products and a high-end barber shop.
I passed by a door to a private room that was slightly ajar. I looked inside and saw a muscular twink on all fours. The twink had placed his towel on the floor as a cushion. He had a vial of poppers sitting on the floor in front of him. Behind him was an older man with an enormous cock, slowly fucking the twink. The older guy was sliding that piece of man meat in and slowly pulling it out as the muscle twink was in a trance, occasionally loosening the top of the poppers and inhaling the fumes that made what they were doing one thousand times more sensual.
The scene was hot, but I didn’t want to linger as an uninvited voyeur (although gay bathhouses in the US and around the world have plenty of those). I took a seat in the lounge and relaxed a bit, watching men walk up and down the staircase of the multiple-level club. The marijuana gummy I took was beginning to kick in.
Suddenly, I saw a guy walk upstairs quickly, taking two stairs at a time, one hand on his slender waist to prevent his towel from falling off. I did a double-take. Could it be the same guy who was smoking outside?
After waiting for him to come downstairs for a while, I decided to get up and look for him. When I got upstairs, I saw him sitting alone inside the hot tub. He appeared to be deep in thought and quite content being by himself, feeling the warm water relax his body in his internal world. If I were as intriguing as he was, I’d be content to sit alone, too. But I didn’t buy this interpretation. He wanted to interact; otherwise, why would he come here? This was his game, and I wanted to play it.
I took off my towel, hung it on the wall, and began to climb into the jacuzzi. I sat down right next to him, which is unusual for me, but something about him made me feel like I knew the exact path to what I wanted. Something told me this was going to be easy.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked him.
He looked up and gave me a silly smile, exactly what I expected from him. I liked him more and more every step of the way. He told me he was a barista at a coffee shop down the street, that he had just finished his shift, and was thinking about his day, which had begun at six in the morning.
He was speaking as if he had drunk too much coffee. There was a quickness and a clarity that, as a fellow coffee drinker, I recognized.
As he was talking, I put my arm around him. He then quickly draped his leg over mine. We began to let our fingers explore each other’s bodies, both above and below the surface of the water. He began to kiss me, and I tasted the cigarette I saw him smoking outside.
As we were making out, several other men entered the jacuzzi. As it became crowded, I asked him if he would like to dry off and join me in my private room.
“Ok,” he said. He spoke enthusiastically, but his face conveyed a calmness, perhaps not wanting to appear too eager yet still showing interest in the idea of a hookup in a private setting.
He was impossible to understand. I thought that somehow eating his ass in private might allow me to get to know him better.
My room was one floor below, down where I was watching TV in the lounge. To get there, we had to pass a dark room, a glory hole maze, and a space with a gay sex sling. We casually walked past all of this. He was following behind me. I wish I could see how he was reacting to all of this.
We entered my room, and both of our wet towels dropped to the floor at once. I gazed spellbound at Hot Smoker’s silky, shiny olive brown skin, his giant bushy pubic hair, and his long uncut cock that hung half hard from his skinny frame. He gazed back at me, reached out for my cock with his hand, and began to jerk me off. We resumed kissing. Soon, we were on my small mattress, devouring each other.
Our energies complemented each other perfectly. I tend to get too excited when I’m with someone, and if the other person is the same, we can tire each other out and burn out quickly. But he was already tired after his long work shift. He was basking in the relaxation of the place, the calmness of his body after the dip in the jacuzzi.
We slowly became acquainted with each other’s bodies over time. We sucked each other off.
This hot, deepthroat of his dick seemed to get him going. He would moan harder the further I took his cock back into my throat. When we switched off, I loved the way he slowly devoured my cock. He took his time with it and even licked my balls over and over again, slowly and thoughtfully. I could feel his mind rushing as he was devouring me.
Eventually, I reached over his entire body and opened his asshole open with both hands. He let my cock fall out of his mouth so he could exhale the phrase, “Fuck me.”
I told him I wanted to eat his ass first. I lay down on the mattress, and he sat on my face.
Eventually, he figured out how to position himself so he could suck me off at the same time. I grabbed his skinny legs as I was licking his asshole. He was just as fascinating from behind as he was from across the street, where I had first seen him less than an hour ago.
There was a technical nature to how he was devouring my cock. He was sucking my cock like a connoisseur would drink one of the coffee drinks he prepared, savoring the flavor notes and textures delicately.
I could tell I was about to cum, so I told him to get on all fours so I could obey the command he had screamed out moments before. I opened his hole, wet from my saliva and slid my cock inside slowly. I savored his moans which seemed to come from deep inside of him, right where I was reaching with my throbbing cock.
He was an outstanding bottom. He loved how I was fucking him and made me feel like a sex god. He kept asking for more and more. After a while of this, I turned him over on his back and came on his chest. He followed suit until soon he was lying beneath a pool of our cum mixed in wet sticky splotches.
We lay next to each other like this for a bit before running out to the shower to clean up.
I kept an eye on him for the rest of our time there. We separated but always gave each other a sexy wink as we passed each other by in the hallways. I asked for his number before I left. The possibility of meeting again and tasting that dick again filled my mind as I left the sauna and made my way back to sleep for the evening; the interaction playing back in my head and mind before sleep took over my heavy eyelids.
