Tracey Parker is an urban explorer who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. After sharing the hottest gay bathhouse in Bogotá, Colombia, Cómplices Spa, Tracey explored gay bathhouses in the US, such as Crew Club in DC and Steamworks in Chicago. Now, Tracey is back in Mexico City to share the hot gay sex club frequented by horny guys, Top Club.
Top Club is typical of a particular type of gay sex club in Mexico City. These types of clubs are formally called clubs del encuentros, and they take place in nondescript townhouses in lesser-known neighborhoods in Mexico City, typically located close to major metro lines.
There is always a large number of these clubs near Metro Chabacano, one of the major transit centers where three of the most heavily used metro lines in Mexico City intersect.
These clubs come and go over time, and the ones that stick around usually change locations a few times for various reasons. Each has a distinct atmosphere, which typically depends on the level of investment in renovations the owner chooses to make.
What is the Gay Sex Club, Top Club, in Mexico City?
Top Club is a no-frills version of one of these clubs that has a very minimalist and somewhat seedy vibe to it. The cost of entry, typical for these clubs, is $100MX, and it includes one beer, soft drink or bottled water.
If you follow them on Twitter or social media, you’ll see each night has a different theme. But in my experience, most of these clubs don’t adhere to the themes very closely.
I went on a Thursday night, which is Sex Twittero Night, where guests are encouraged to film gay amatur porn and post to social media. But nobody was filming anything when I attended, and there was no mention of the promo.
Also, unfortunately, the name Top Club has no relation to the sexual role that the guests prefer. It is not just a club to go to find Tops or where Tops go to find hot power bottoms that want a ride; it is a typical gay sex club where if you’re looking for preference, you’ll have to dig for that info yourself.
The layout of Top Club follows the design of most of these types of clubs. They all exist in a house with a traditional layout. The kitchen becomes the entrance, reception area, and bar. There is usually a changing room area where all guests undress from their street clothes into their underwear and street shoes and place their belongings into their backpacks, which are stored in a safe place.
The first-floor living room is dimly lit, featuring sofas for socializing and a bar vibe. I loved the sitting room or sala at Top Club. It features some original design elements from when the house was built, such as brick arched window wells that peek into the kitchen. It reminded me of The Cockatoo Inn, a low-key bar in the movie Jackie Brown, which I believe is a real place in Los Angeles.
The room had enough lighting so that everyone could see, but it was dim. There was a black frame hanging on one wall with red neon lettering that said ‘Top Club.’ Very minimalist, very retro, very underground.
On Thursday night, when I went, this sala was completely empty. I imagined it buzzing with two dozen brown men in their underwear on a typical Saturday night. I would love to go back one night when this palace is crowded to see it at its fullest, but the minimalist vibe suits itself very well when empty.
I knew there would be about 15 people upstairs because they require you to sign in upon arrival. It is easy to count the number of people present just by looking at the number in the notebook when you sign in.
There are other tricks to see if a club like this is worth entering; the most obvious is counting the number of backpacks sitting on the shelves behind the check-in desk. Each backpack belongs to a corresponding naked body upstairs, which came here for one reason and one reason only.
Upstairs is where all the fucking happens. There is a staircase in the downstairs sala, where you can see everybody walking up and downstairs in their underwear. About half are in sexy black and neon underwear or thongs, and the other half are in their tighty whities.
Upstairs was another sala, but it was nothing more than a room with a light bulb in the ceiling and three sofas. There were two bedrooms with no doors. Inside were sturdy mattresses on the floor and very dim light.
The first darkroom I entered had two mattresses with two men fucking on each of them. Two others were standing and watching, jerking themselves off on the hot scene. There was some hard dance music playing softly in the background that fit the vibe of the room perfectly. As simple as Top Club is, it all comes together in a stimulating way.
On one of the mattresses was a bottom twink down on his hands and knees, getting fucked slowly by a sweaty top behind him. In front of him, he was nursing a bottle of poppers, and you could see both the poppers and the cock inside of him were taking him to another world. He was silent.
The few other guests in attendance were free to just walk up right beside them and look down on the enormous cock moving in and out of this guy’s body. The sounds it made and the faint smell of sex and sweat that emanated from it were intoxicating. I got hard just watching them.
I let my cock fall out of the bottom of my underwear and began slowly stroking myself along with the other two guys who were watching from different sides of the mattress, who were so close to me I could smell them too.
I turned around and feasted my eyes on another couple moving to their rhythm. The top was moving a little faster, and instead of both knees on the ground, the hot top had one leg resting along the side of the horny bottom with the top’s foot planted on the ground next to him. He held the bottom’s torso with one hand, his dick hard and deep within the horny bottom, taking it. Both were moaning with pleasure as they just kept on going with one another.
It was a sight to see. I lost interest in all the others in the club and continued to walk around, watching as these two couples fucked hard and fast and long, sometimes changing the tempo to slow.
The simplicity of the scene while watching the two naked bodies steadily moving their bodies back and forth, their asses moving slightly back and forth as their corresponding partners moaned in front of them, was so hot, and I realized that there was something special about this club and the people who came here. It had a certain vibe. Very intense and very understated.
As I was standing, watching, in a trance, I suddenly felt a hand on my ass, which turned into a finger searching for my hole. I reached back, and before I knew what I was reaching for, I felt a cock that was half hard and thick. I turned around and began jerking it off.
It belonged to a handsome, hairy Mexican man who looked to be in his thirties. We began inhaling each other until he was hard and ready to go. I let my underwear fall to my ankles and then stepped out of them and left them on the floor behind me. We walked over to the other darkroom, where there was nothing more than one empty mattress on the floor.
I put my hands on the wall, spread my legs and let him begin to play with my hole with his cock. He gently put the tip of his dick on my hole and let me open up little by little, taking his time as his cock stretched my tight hole. I slowly allowed more and more of him inside me; he was sliding in so smoothly, but it still hurt opening up so much.
I let out a nervous moan, and I took the majority of it all at once. I began breathing deeply and frantically as my hold began to calm down, and he began to move freely inside of me.
His cock was thick, maybe not huge for the more robust size queen, but it had me biting my lip and using my hands to try and maneuver his thrust and rhythm to my liking until he started to understand the assignment. As usual, my whimpers of pain turned to pleasure, and we were fucking hard, my tongue hanging out in pure joy.
We fucked around like this for a little while. We didn’t get down onto the bed. I was wondering if Hairy Top would take me there, but he didn’t. He fucked me against the wall muy rico, as they say, and I had no reason to request anything else. I allowed my stomach and chest to feel the humid wall, letting my eyes roll back in my head until Hairy Top’s thrusts got even faster and harder.
I pulled his dick closer to signal he could cum into me, and soon, I felt the wonderous release as Hairy Top allowed himself to release a load into me.
Afterwards, we chatted a little, and he introduced me to his friend, who came to the club with him. We all changed into our street clothes downstairs and walked to the metro together.
As we were walking out of the club, we passed two guys walking back. They were carrying bags of potato chips with chilli sauce poured on top of them. A snack to go along with the beers they were probably drinking inside.
This type of casual attitude toward sex is something I’ve only found in Mexico City. It is treated no differently than a bag of chips to accompany the beer on a quiet, peaceful, chilly night in the city.
Weekends are different, and you may not be allowed to bring food in. But if you’re friends with the right people, anything is possible. This was what it was like on a Thursday Night.
