Tracey Parker is a gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world; after sharing the hottest gay cruising woods famous in Mexico City, he now brings us his story from Colombia, visiting Cómplices Spa, the gay male sauna and bar located in Bogotá. Explore this gay hookup spot through Tracey’s own erotic experience.
I went to Cómplices Spa in Bogotá, Colombia, on a Monday afternoon. It was cold and rainy outside, and it was a holiday weekend. Most cafes and other businesses I wanted to try out were closed, but I was happy that Complices was open.
Not only were they open, but the place was packed. Outside, a tall, muscular, handsome man stood in the rain with an umbrella. He was a security/parking attendant tasked with patting you down before entry.
Once inside, what stood out was the front desk attendant’s arms. They were light brown, slender, and muscled. He was friendly enough. He charged 45,000 COP, which is around 10 USD, for the entry to this gay bathhouse.
I proceeded inside. The attendant inside was much darker, just as slim, and just as pretty. He was hairy all over, which got me excited about who else I would see. He was wearing some toga that I assumed he’d made himself, perhaps a recycled Halloween costume.
Other employees were two angelic brown twinks who worked shirtless, wearing jeans and butterfly wings attached to their shoulders.
One interesting touch I’d never experienced in a bathhouse was a short strip and drag show that lasted about one hour. Shows like this are always fun, but I rarely get to see them because I tend to favor gay cruising places over bars, where they mostly take place.
The lack of present bills to tip the hot and petite dancer and the two enthusiastic drag queens posed a problem as everyone sat in their underwear with little to no loose cash to tip them.
Instead, the dancer went from one person to the next, giving lap dances without being asked.
Man by man, the dancer was getting closer to where I was seated, and I was hoping he wouldn’t reach me. He wasn’t my type, and I didn’t know what to do with him.
Fortunately, right before he reached me, a young, skinny guy I had been checking out distracted the dancer; the young skinny guy must have been to these shows before because he knew the precise moment when the drag queen began looking for volunteers. Just then, he approached the stripper and began putting his hands all over him.
The stripper then led the beautiful young skinny guy up to the front stage, laid him on his back, lifted his legs in the air, and began to dry hump him while the audience cheered. The two drag queens held each of the young man’s ankles in the air so the stripper could continue. It was a hot scene that came together in an instant. My mouth hung down in surprise as my mind was catching up to what was happening.
Eventually, the stripper stopped, and the skinny boy got off the stage and stood up. He had a nice big erection poking out of his underwear, a clear win for the stripper turning on the man and a win for the audience.
The boy, I later learned, was named Alex, and he walked back to where he was initially standing, right in front of me. Before he turned around, I reached out and softly placed my index finger and thumb on both sides of his thick knob and winked at him.
His glance stayed put, and he stared back at me with intense eyes, almost lazy, that lagged around and were slow to move back and forth, like his giant cock. He smiled a jagged, brooding, hungry smile that I had seen on men from Bogotá before.
He turned around and continued watching the show. I looked at his slender rectangular frame. His youth, curiosity, and lack of self-consciousness attracted me.
The show went on, other strippers took the stage, and eventually, the dancer was naked and wearing a condom, and the drag queen was giving people opportunities to come up on stage to suck them off.
Sure enough, Alex ran up front, got right on his knees, and started sucking off the stripper, who was also very large, but the condom was making him soft. I watched Alex’s long rectangular member grow again. The audience cheered with some guys gently touching their own members through the fabric of their underwear, a few even tweaking a nipple in general excitement.
But I just watched Alex and his arousing dick stay half flaccid, himself focused on sucking the condom right off the stripper, it seemed. Before I left Cómplices Spa, I would have my chance with Alex.
As luck would have it, as the show concluded, I found Alex standing alone in front of me; the slim, eager body stood in front of my own half-naked frame as other bodies moved away.
It occurred to me that he was here alone and wasn’t friends with anybody else. When the show ended, he turned around and looked at me with those eyes I had gotten lost in before. He asked me if I wanted to walk around the Sauna with him.
The show took place in a dungeon in the basement. We climbed up the stairs to the locker room, the center of all the traffic through the sauna. A snack bar and about four muscular massage guys were waiting for customers, as this spa does provide in-house massages for patrons. The locker room was crowded and buzzed with flirty smiles and heavy sexual energy.
We walked down another set of stairs to another basement, where the steam rooms and jacuzzis were.
This basement was separate from where the drag show took place, and it had a maze-like feel to you; small corridors led to steam rooms, dry saunas, two large jacuzzis, and a smaller pool. There were cubby holes that almost could have been glory holes that allowed you to peek into each amenities area, for example, seeing the action happening in the dry sauna before you decided to join in from the hallway. I may have been using them myself for stalking a crush along the corridors if I already wasn’t with Alex, my lust object for the evening.
We decided to get into the hot tub. It was the most private, so it was where the most action was.
We each removed our underwear before getting in. We both exchanged looks at each other’s growing penises before plunging into the water.
We walked through the middle and found a place among the other men in the tub. The people fell into two categories; half were trying to fuck in the darkness of the room and the water, which was not an easy mission, and the rest were calmly touching, kissing, and whispering to one another while casually soaking in the hot bubbling water.
I grabbed a seat and looked up at Alex, who sat right on top of me. It was almost as if I had made a wish to an invisible genie, and it had come true. His cock pointed straight out at me. I put my hands around his small waist and tickled underneath his arms.
He put his hands on my shoulders, slid them down my arms, and kissed me. His mouth tasted of beer, and for some reason, the thought of his tipsy state made my dick even more hard and eager for him in the tub of water.
But Alex didn’t show a rush to get it on; we watched as various men got in and out of the water, a form of bird watching, I suppose if you count cock as the peckers we wanted to catch glimpses of. The entire time Alex was teasing his asshole with the tip of my cock. We were both taking our time, but eventually, we could tell that we were both overcome with the urge to fuck.
“Vamos,” we each said to each other simultaneously.
We went to the maze-like sauna. We walked through the entrance/seating area, a rectangle with many men on both sides. On the other end was an entrance to a dark, winding corridor packed with men on all sides, Cómplices’ gay darkroom.
We walked past all of them as they touched us and grazed us to see what we were and what we were looking for.
Alex found a place against the wall, spread his legs, and placed my tip right on his hole, getting us back to where we had been teasing in the jacuzzi earlier.
I slid my hands up and down his torso, kissing him and making out in the dark, the soundtrack of distant men only slightly more ahead in the fucking process could be heard. Moans of pleasure and even some slight screaming reverberated against the walls somewhere else in the darkness of the bathhouse. The sounds felt like erotic music, and I knew I needed to take my raging dick and shove it deep into that eager, sweet, and, I’m sure just-as-horny twink hole.
But first, I felt Alex’s large dick in my hand again, it was rock hard, and I felt gratified knowing he was just as turned on as I was; I went to kneel to blow this stiff uncut dick further, but Alex stopped me.
He didn’t say much as he lept down to my dick and started bobbing up and down on my man meat, trying to get my cock nice and wet so I could finally give us what we both wanted; a hardcore anal banging, an epic bareback fuck fest in the anonymous walls of the sauna we were both ready to take advantage of. After all, this is a place of sex and erotic worship, and it now almost felt insulting to wait so long to use this space for what it was intended.
My cock was now nice and wet from Alex’s saliva, and Alex turned around and proceeded to present his hole for the taking. I began to slide inside him, first spitting on my hand to lube his hole and my dick even further. I started with the head of my dick and felt Alex stretch before me; he let out a little whimper as I shoved more of my cock inside of him.
As Alex’s asshole finally hit my pubic bush, I started to thrust in and out of him. Alex pushed the small of his back even closer to me. It was hot; in the humid space of the bathhouse, we both started to get sweaty. I felt beads of sweat drop down my forehead onto the top of Alex’s back as he pushed his hole deeper onto my throbbing cock. I leaned back, smiling hard as I let myself escape for a moment in the pleasure. His ass felt so good, and for maybe a second, I wanted to be like this forever, not ever wanting to blow but feeling this eternal erotic moment.
However, Alex wanted me to blow my load, and I could feel Alex jerking his cock as I pushed in and out of him; he wanted to explode too. He was close.
“Yes,” I screamed before blowing a thick load of jizz deep into Alex; I could feel Alex let out a gasp as he shot his load, too; cum dripped down, hitting me on my calves and what I imagined splashing onto the floor in the dark space.
We lost track of time. We waited a moment, returning to the jacuzzi to watch the men, eventually finding another quiet spot to go for round two. I must have fucked him for another 30 minutes before we switched, and he began to fuck me. He didn’t go all the way in. He could feel it when he started to hurt me, so we stopped, settling for kissing and caressing, not saying anything.
We hung out there, sweating, breathing, watching the other men; ready to evaporate into the walls of Cómplices; forever content to watch and be watched as men seeking pleasure and joy in the arms of anonymous naked men fucking into the morning.
