Explore Gay Sauna, The Chute, in Phoenix, Arizona, with an Erotic Hookup Story

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 well-known gay bathhouse in Arizona, The Chute, and reminisces on a hot gay hookup there.

We both felt something at the same time as we stood inside the Phoenix Art Museum, admiring a work of art late on a Thursday night.

We attended a museum night party that I had discovered while searching for things to do during my visit to Phoenix, where my friend had recently relocated. 

We both turned around to look at the same time and saw a young guy walking back to his group of friends. He mischievously and flirtatiously looked around again, and this time all of our eyes met. 

We looked back at each other and then at the work of art, and then continued walking through the museum. It was a lively event, and there were many handsome men there. Slowly, as we continued walking around, we began to focus more on the other men there than on the art. 

And then we saw him again. This time, he came up to us and said hi with impressive confidence for someone his age. He had a knack for balancing small talk and flirting and effectively guiding us to talking about sex. We shared with him that, yes, we had once dated, but we were now just friends. 

We didn’t hook up anymore, but we weren’t opposed to doing something together as a threesome. We both liked him, and we soon learned his name was Kyle. It was exciting to experience all of this unfold here in a museum, where we never would have imagined it possible. 

We hit a snag, though, when talking about where this would take place. Kyle suggested one of our places, but my friend thought it was too early to bring a threesome home to the apartment that he was sharing with a female friend of his. 

Our new friend Kyle asked if we had been to Chute. He explained that it was a bathhouse and it was also located downtown, close by. There weren’t usually many people there at this time so that we might have the entire place to ourselves, and if not, we might be surprised by someone else. 

“Great!” I said, almost a little too eagerly. I was too excited now to even pay any attention to the museum. 

We took two cars. I was visiting, so I got to pick who I’d ride with. I told my friend that I would ride with the new guy, Kyle, since he had been so outgoing, and we owed the entire exciting encounter to his initiative, and I didn’t want him to feel excluded. 

“You just want to suck him off on the way over.”

I didn’t respond. I just smirked, a knowing grin, before telling my friend I’ll see him at the bathhouse not too far from us.

When Kyle got into his car, he unbuckled his belt and smiled that mischievous smile at me that he had first used on us in the museum. I was captivated by his personality. Being with him made me feel like I could get whatever I wanted at any moment. 

I did suck him off briefly on the way over. But it quickly turned into a discreet handjob, afraid of getting caught in the car.

When we got to the Chute parking lot, Marco, my friend, was already there waiting for us. He gave me a look as if I were a huge whore, and then we both laughed. 

Kyle was right, the place wasn’t that busy. But it was really cool. It had a nice, sleek design. As we changed out of our clothes by the lockers, Kyle was making up for lost time with Marco. He was grabbing his cock as soon as Marco took off his underwear, and suddenly he was sucking him off and running his fingers through Marco’s bushy pubic hair. Marco was hairy, and it seemed like Kyle was loving that. 

Once we were all in our towels, Marco and Kyle walked off to the steam room. I brushed off my initial feelings of rejection and instead watched them in fascination.

I had a crush on Kyle, and I couldn’t believe I was watching Marco about to fuck somebody else. My body began to burn with desire and jealousy. I didn’t know which. But the two seemed to be connected. I thought of jerking myself off to make it stop, but then I had another idea. 

I caught up to them as they were headed to the steam room, and grabbed Kyle’s towel so that it fell off. When he turned around to face me to see what had happened, I grabbed him by both of his biceps and pushed him up against the wall of the hallway, his back facing me.

My cock was already hard from all the feelings that were going on inside of me. I placed my foot on his ankle and gently guided his feet apart from each other, and placed the tip of my cock just outside his asshole. I gently pushed it inside him without penetrating him. I was teasing him. 

“Did you forget about me?” I asked him. 

“Nooooo,” he said as he tried to laugh it off. 

“I think you did,” I responded as I pushed my cock against his hole again. “Stop lying to me and tell me what you want.”

“I want Marco to fuck me in the steam room, and I want you to watch.”

“Fine, you little slut, go ahead and let him fuck you and see if I care.”

I pushed him back toward Marco, and he immediately buried his face in Marco’s hairy chest. I used to love doing that, and I knew Marco remembered. The three of us entered the steam room.

Marco and I sat down on the bench, and Kyle began sucking Marco off. Marco started to kiss me.

“Which one of us is going to fuck this little slut from the museum first?” I asked him. 

I had to try so hard not to smile as I looked into his eyes. He really thought I was jealous of him. 

“You can,” he responded. 

I walked around behind Kyle and put my hand on his hips. I examined his beautiful, slippery body, already wet with sweat from the steam. I was really going to fuck him right then and there, like Marco had just specified that I do. Instead, I reached my arm back and slapped Kyle as hard as I could. He yelped in pain. I reached up and smacked him again. 

Kyle had stopped sucking Marco off and was collecting himself before he continued. 

He slowly raised himself to Marco and told him, “I want you to fuck me.”

I sat down on a bench across from them and watched them fumble around with each other’s bodies. Kyle was taking the lead. He was trying to sit down on Marco’s cock while looking into his eyes and feasting on his hairy chest. They knew I was watching, and I think they felt a pressure to do whatever it was that they were doing. 

Kyle turned around and sat on Marco’s cock, the change of mechanics helping ease the dick into his eager hole. He was facing me now. He was riding Marco perfectly now. Kyle was moaning, and Marco had his hands all over Kyle’s sleek, thin body. 

I got up and walked over to them and put my cock into Kyle’s mouth as he was moaning in pleasure from Marco’s cock deep inside his whore hole. The moaning stopped, his mouth full of cock, and Kyle grabbed my dick with both his hands and quietly began devouring me. The only sound you could hear now was our bodies moving and Kyle’s legs slapping against Marco’s own body.

Kyle was an excellent cocksucker, and soon he had me about to cum.

“Oh god, yes,” I screamed-whispered inside the steam room. I pulled my cock out of Kyle’s mouth and watched my cum squirt onto his face in three big explosive bursts. After that, I still dripped onto his tongue before I went back and took my seat on the bench across from them. 

Kyle continued to ride Marco. Knowing Marco intimately, I wasn’t sure if Marco could cum in that position, but Kyle amazed me again with his ability to do whatever he wanted and being an excellent little whore for us. Soon, he had Marco cumming inside of him, screaming out in pleasure into the dark, steamy cave we found ourselves in. 

We let the heat of the steam, the workout of our fuck and the afterglow of the situation only linger for a few moments, but in some ways, it felt like eternity, before we caught our breath and went out to shower together.

I watched as our bodies and minds slowly came back to this world from the heavenly world of ecstasy we had taken ourselves to. We had lost control briefly, but we were getting our bearings back. We still hadn’t determined whether or not we would ever be the same.