Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. This time he explores a local cruising bar well-known in Bogota, Colombia where the action is immense. He details his erotic experience in his encounter below.
Toward the end of my three-month slow-travel trip to Bogotá, a local friend inspired me to explore the city’s lesser-known areas and experience different types of gay saunas.
I was really excited to hear from him that there were places outside of the city center or gayborhood. One thing I love about Mexico City is the vast array of gay establishments throughout the city, including far beyond the gayborhood.
Unfortunately, my friend was a little light on details, and he didn’t really suggest any place in particular. I didn’t have to search that far to find a gay sex club with a very underground vibe located in Suba, a far north part of the city that was still easily accessible by metro.
I only knew of Suba because it was located at the very end of the Transmilenio line, so I had been taking buses marked Suba for three months, even though I never really went all the way up there.
It took about an hour to get there, and it wasn’t a boring trip at all. The men of Bogotá are some of my favorites, and I always find plenty of eye candy when I’m taking public transit.
Once I got to Portal Suba I exited into a chaotic transit neighborhood.There were hundreds of buses taking people farther outside of Bogotá, hundreds of businesses, and thousands of people.
Gladiador Suba was located just outside the transit complex. It was located a few levels up from the street. On my way up the stairs, I passed by a young guy who was exactly my type. I got really excited, hoping there would be dozens more of him behind the doors to the club.
I entered directly into the dressing room/lobby, a room filled with natural Sunday-afternoon light. There were lockers on all sides, a few padded benches for changing out of your clothes, a friendly desk attendant, and everything else you could need or think of.
There was soft club music playing behind a curtain. I could tell the club was pretty empty. At this point, I was worried that the guy I had seen on the stairs had left because he was the only one there. I opened the curtain and was surprised by three muscular, hairless men all waiting in the first room of a maze, stalking the front door to see what came in next.
They each had their eyes glued to their cellphones, and they each were dressed in what I call “gay underwear.” Bright-colored briefs, a thick elastic band with the name of an unrecognizable brand spelled out around their waist. Others wore jock straps. Each had some type of party bag that was surely filled with lube, condoms, and their cell phones if they weren’t already in the palm of their hands.
I passed them and made my way through the rest of the small maze. The place was empty and it was obvious that everybody was up front waiting for something that interested them. There was a feeling of mutual rejection in the air.
There wasn’t much to do after taking an initial lap around the place. I settled into one of the chairs/fuck benches in one of the rooms and began to ask myself how long I was willing to stay and wait for something interesting to happen.
One of the guys in the club sat down next to me and began to speak to me in English. I could tell he would have settled for hooking up with me, but really wasn’t interested. He seemed nice enough if not a little boring.
I asked him about the guy I saw leaving in the stairs. The guy who was still there talking to me told me that he had sucked him off before he left. He complained that he was kind of dirty.
“But you still sucked him off anyway?” I joked.
He didn’t seem to think my joke was funny though. He didn’t laugh. He actually looked kind of defensive but didn’t know which language to defend himself in nor did he care too much about what I thought of him.
The conversation was like walking through concrete. I gazed at his body as he was talking and noticed how perfectly shaved his pubes were, he had surely shaved it all off just before coming. I also noted the perfume or soap that he smelled like. He seemed to have scrubbed everything sexual off of him out of shame or something else.
Suddenly all of the attention between us and everybody else in the club vanished in favor of the noise we heard at the entrance. Somebody new had just arrived. The handful of guys in the club gathered up front as they were when I had arrived and waited.
The painfully awkward wait was finally interrupted when a beautiful skinny young guy opened the curtain. He had thick hairs that bursted out of his tighty whities. As he walked past me and the others you could smell the sexy odor of a male body. A few of the others followed him to the back.
I waited a bit and began to think about how to proceed. It was obvious that everybody in our small little group was scheming as to how we would have our way with him.
When I walked back, I saw that one of the muscled men was on his knees devouring the young man’s long hairy cock while his hands reached up and touched his slender stomach. The others were in different corners of the dark room pretending to stare at their phones, but really waiting their turn.
Nobody was paying attention to his scrawny naked ass which they were ignoring like it was the only woman in a gay bar.
I walked up to him, stood behind him and began to cup my hands around his cheeks. I tickled the small hairs that dotted the skin of his ass. I began to rub my finger around the outside of his hole. I waited for him to swat me away but the fact that he didn’t was my sign to proceed. I got down on my knees and put my tongue inside of him. For the first time he let out a moan.
I feasted on him hungrily spitting into his hole and getting it ready for my cock. When I stood up to fuck him he automatically spread his legs out for me and bent his knees. I could feel how ready we both were for what was about to happen. I noticed that nobody was sucking him off, and we were now alone in the dark room. The others must have retreated back to the front. Perhaps they heard the sound of something else come in and were waiting to see what it was.
I slid myself inside of his hole and felt his rough prickly ass hairs graze across my cock. His moans sounded like he was crying out of pleasure. We began to make the same sound together.
He braced himself on the wall and I rested my sweaty chest onto his back as I continued to fuck him in this poorly ventilated room. We were heating it up and our bodies were beginning to sweat more and more. Our sweat glued us together.
I came inside of him and then he turned around and began jerking himself off. I feasted on his sweaty body, I put my hands all over him until he came too. We stood next to each other leaning on the wall as we each caught our breath.
We exchanged some pleasantries. He asked me where I was from and I asked him if he came here on a regular basis. He told me he knew a good place nearby where we could grab a beer. I agreed. I wasn’t ready for what we were doing to end.
We walked out of the club past the group of men stalking the doorway. We changed into our clothes in the locker room as if we had just worked out at the gym. This moment of getting changed after sex always carries a special feeling for me. It is a naughty feeling but also something more that I’ve never really figured out.
We didn’t mention the club at all as we were hanging out after. He lived in the neighborhood so he didn’t need to go back to the big transit center after we finished our beer. We walked together until we had to split up and said goodbye without a kiss. I don’t think we even kissed inside the club as we were fucking.
I rode the Transmilenio back downtown and thought about everything that happened that afternoon as I checked out many more beautiful men around me on the bus.
