Tracey Parker is a gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world; after sharing with Squirt.org members the steamy hookups in his last piece about gay sauna cruising in Medellin, Colombia and the hottest gay cruising woods famous in Mexico City, or his previous piece about hot gay hookups in the gay porno cinema of Mexico City, Tracey takes us to another hot sauna to check out on your next sex tourist trip in San José. Read on below and get off to another steamy bathhouse encounter.
I’ve heard many people tell me how beautiful Costa Rica is—the beaches, the jungles, the mountains, and, always, the Monkeys.
One thing I hear much less about is the men, who I find quite spectacular. During my first week, as I was getting accustomed to everything, I found myself not just checking out the men but several times having to stop in my tracks to turn around and see how beautiful they really were; it wasn’t just a trick of the eye: these guys are hot.
How much does entry cost at Sauna Hispalis in San José, Costa Rica?
When I arrived in San José, Costa Rica’s Capital City, many people recommended that I go to Sauna Hispalis and that Sundays were the best days. In fact, Sundays got so popular for gay males looking for gay bathhouse sex hookups that they even increased the price from ₡6,000 colóns to ₡7,000, which is about $14 bucks in USD.
No matter; I thought it was worth it. When comparing it to most gay Mexico City bathhouses, Hispalis’ facility is much nicer. Plus, it’s still a real bargain in Costa Rica, where cover at Teatro, the most popular dance club, costs over $20 USD on a weekday and more on the weekends.
What do you see when you first walk into Sauna Hispalis?
The guy at the front door was handsome and friendly. Despite being in Central America, Sauna Hispalis is similar to most gay European saunas in that they provide towels and sandals for you, so you don’t need to come prepared.
Upstairs, where the entrance is located, there is a large bar with high-volume music videos and an atrium with a large rectangular hot tub. Light pours into the atrium, making for a much more social atmosphere than the dark maze downstairs.
Most of Sauna Hispalis is an underground maze, and on Sunday afternoons, it is packed with slender, muscled, tanned bodies. While not entirely a gay darkroom (although there is one closer to the wet sauna section), it is dimly lit with mood lighting, just enough light to illuminate the hotness of the crowd and the bright white puppy dog eyes of the Ticos (a very common way to refer to Costa Rican Men), hungrily looking for something to devour or to devour them.
In order to accommodate those who love a gay sauna at a bathhouse, half the maze is steam-filled, and the other half is room temp. In my experience, being only in my undies or naked in a towel, it can feel pretty chilly on the latter side with private rooms. Still, if you’re rubbing up against many bodies or pressed up against various men sucking cock on all fours, you might feel just fine. The steamy part has both a wet and dry sauna.
During my visit, the men were walking around in towels and flip-flops, their towels wrapped tightly around their slender waists held up by their muscular buttocks and sturdy legs. There is an otherworldly beauty in the Costa Rican male physique that I never got used to over my one month there.
As I approached the wet sauna, I could already see the big Sunday crowd expected on the facility’s busiest night. The wet sauna is rectangular-shaped, and you can guarantee that oral action is always happening in the back.
Up front, men would stand and look and even talk to one another. Many of the best-looking guys seemed to be friends with one another. They were in their thirties and seemed to be healthy and living their best lives. They would greet each other platonically just before entering the dark room to look for something to stick inside of them.
I decided today I would sit in the hot tub; it just so happened that there was an even number of men, each already paired up with another, chatting, stroking, flirting and taking advantage of each other’s naked bodies in the hot heat of the water.
Soon, another single dude got in and sat directly across from me. We stared directly into each other’s eyes. He was very young; he had long hair. He had a look that was both surfer and artist and student.
Unlike those that were naked in the hot tub, he was wearing simple black underwear, which, despite being skinny, he filled out solidly with a bulging ass and cock. I only noticed some slight pubic hair forming around the fabric of his crotch, but the rest of his toned body seemed hairless in the darkness of the sauna lights. He had a serious look about him, the kind that you just wanted to disarm if you got the chance.
I decided to play a little footsie with him, tease him, yet let him know my interest. I began to think he wasn’t interested, but then I felt him touching me with his toes as well.
A couple I could see playing hard in the hot tub, stroking, kissing and jerking each other off in the dark water. I could tell they stumbled in the liquid pool to take their action further, so when they got out to continue what they were doing (probably in a private room or a dark corner of the maze), I decided to take advantage of the additional space and relocate myself to the other side of the hot tub, closer to my student stud.
I sat assertively close to him. I was happy that when I returned my glance to his beautiful big eyes, they were pointed right back at mine. We smiled at each other and introduced ourselves. He was a student, and he worked full-time. Sundays were his only days off, and he spent them here. He had been there most of the afternoon.
He asked me typical questions like where I was from, what I was doing in Costa Rica, where I had been, and how I liked it. We began touching each other as we were talking; he was impressively confident and social for somebody so young.
Eventually, we began to kiss. Both of us were popping out of our underwear, and we quickly decided to go down to the maze to find some privacy to continue what we were doing.
As we got up to leave, we both modestly tried to cover our excitement without actually running for our towels.
The other half of the maze was private rooms (cabinas) with doors and simple padded mattresses for more intimate private action. The only drawback is that it is cold. If you’re coming from the steam room, you barely notice, but we were coming from the hot tub, and neither of us was ready for the cold.
He showed me to the dry sauna, which consisted of two rooms. The first was filled with two levels of benches, dim lighting, and a tv screen showing old-school porn of men fucking on a table.
A doorway into a pitch-black dry sauna greeted us, and I was surprised to see it was totally empty. The darkness gave us warm privacy; it was perfect.
He had led the way in, and I followed him. He sat on the sauna’s upper bench and unwrapped his towel as he was taking his seat. His long legs reached out, and his half-hard cock stuck much further from his black underwear, now very ready to burst from the fabric, even more so than from the hot bub earlier.
I sat down on the bottom bench and started going to town on his hard, veiny cock. I put both of my hands around its shaft and slobbered all over his bulging head, getting it wet and hearing him immediately moan with pleasure in the dry, darkness of the room.
He began giggling, too. I was driving him crazy; I could tell. I had the intent. In fact, I was allowing my tongue to roll itself across his thick shaft but taking moments to use it to tickle the head and urethra of his ever-hardening dick. We could hear muffled music from the hallways outside, but inside, the sauna was silent. In the darkness and muffled music, I could listen to soft moans of pleasure from just outside the door of other men, also allowing themselves to get busy with each other’s bodies and embrace the joy of the sexual space.
I licked my student stud’s sweaty, hairy balls and let my tongue explore all around his legs and his abs. I took a big, greedy, hungry lick of his cut-up abs and began to explore his nipples and armpits. He began to jerk himself off, but I followed his lead and grabbed his cock and began stroking it while I was devouring his body.
His legs were still wide open, and he was sitting in a way that just invited me to do whatever I wanted with him. As I edged my hands closer to his ass, he told me a few people had already fucked him. I smiled in the darkness, knowing he was already prepped and stretched for me to also have my fun.
I lifted his legs up and placed them on my shoulders. I was standing on the bottom bench, and my cock just slid inside of him, making him moan again. My hand brushed his dick, and he was rock hard, almost as if my dick entering his horny hole made his rod stick straight up, girthy, and so hard.
I began thrusting my cock inside of him, and it was only what felt like a second for my dick to enter him entirely. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but the heat was starting to get to me. We each had sweat dripping off our faces and bodies, but I persevered, pushing my dick in and out of him, feeling his tight hole take my cock. It felt so good as I dripped sweat all over.
His mouth was open, and he was moaning; I hawked up a loogie and let it fall gently into his mouth as he moaned with pleasure.
Suddenly, his moaning got stronger and louder. I thought it was close, but before I could ask if he was close (I was too), I noticed he had shot a load onto the wooden wall that he was leaning on; it was a huge cumshot that made the distance. So hot. I was surprised it didn’t start frying on the surface.
I was close to coming myself, and when I saw that he had finished, I gave him a look, and telepathically, it was like he knew I wanted to ask if I could cum deep inside of me. He nodded in the darkness, perhaps hoping I could see his consent, but it didn’t matter; I went ahead and let myself cum inside of him.
We both finished, collapsing off of each other and breathing heavily. Sweat was still dripping off our bodies. We got up and walked through the other part of the dry sauna, out into the maze, and into the showers, which were packed. The sound of water, men talking, music, and high voices shattered the little fantasy place we built in the dry sauna just feet away.
We lost each other after the showers, as is the ritual of bathhouse hookups. The anonymous thrill and business of fucking; no expectation of exchanged numbers, connecting outside the club in the darkness of the night. Just the exchange of fluid, spirit and sex in the darkness. I wouldn’t trade it for another feeling.
