Explore Sauna 240 Club in Lima, Peru, Through A Hot Gay Erotic Story

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, Tracey takes us to another hot sauna to check out on your next sex tourist trip in Lima, Peru. Read on below and get off to another steamy bathhouse encounter.

It was late on a Sunday afternoon, and I walked over to Sauna 240 in downtown Lima, Peru. The perpetually grey skies that Lima is known for made everything look mystical.

I had just finished wandering around MALI, the National Art Museum in Lima, and the images of the Peruvian people, the diverse lands, and the magnificent seaside views which are part of so many of Peru’s national masterpieces of art and a part of their soul, so they told me. 

I had heard that Sunday afternoons were the best time to go to Sauna/240 Club. Since morning, I’d been seeing sexy Peruvian men around town who filled me with an urgency to abandon my plans and run over to the local gay bathhouse and forget what I was doing. I was hot and horny, or Caliente, as they say here in Peru. 

I turned the corner and saw a handsome young boy hanging out the side door of a city bus. He was screaming words that the locals recognized as the bus’s destination: “Cumberry, Cumberry, Marina, San Miguel.”

My heart skipped a beat, and I lost track of where I was once I saw who got off the bus; he had the eyes of the people in the paintings I had just seen. He had a squinted eye that looked like what we would consider Asian, but his skin was far too dark. He was exotic and well-dressed in a black hoodie that covered almost everything but his eyes, nose, and angular hair that hung below the hood. 

He was short and skinny, and you could tell he was artistic by how he dressed. He walked like he was breaking the rules. 

He quickly descended the street past the Spanish colonial buildings through the decaying elegance of downtown Lima. I knew then that we were heading to the same destination. There was a guilt he carried, along with his backpack that hung on his slender shoulders. I knew it well. I was holding it myself. 

I let him walk far ahead so he wouldn’t know I was watching him. I’d let him go inside and take a lap around the block. 

***

The locker room was chaotic but clean. Men in various states of undress dried their hair while their pants hung unbuttoned from their waist, their hairy bodies on display, barefoot, their bags and lockers sat open with their secrets exposed. 

I looked for him in the locker room, but he wasn’t there. I thought I’d find him quickly, but I had underestimated how large the place was. 

The locker room emptied into a square foyer, a black box with a staircase on one side, showers on another, and a hallway to an atrium on the fourth side.

There was a DJ in the atrium playing Latin pop music. I felt cool just standing there as I took it all in. There was a sexy crowd of all ages socializing in towels and flip-flops. Above was the cloudy sky, and two floors of balconies had eyes looking down at us. 

One of the two floors above us was for cruising, and the top floor was a full gym. Downstairs was smaller and consisted of only a dry sauna, but even this simple feature had two modules, each with plenty of room to fuck around. 

I stood in the atrium and gazed at the balconies on both levels. I wondered where inside this maze of desire I would find the guy from the street. Nobody else had affected me the way that he had. I wanted to see what he looked like underneath that loose black sweatshirt. I wondered how hairy he was, how big was his cock, did he trim? I wanted to put my tongue inside of him. 

I ended up finding him upstairs in a maze of private rooms, each with its door and a padded bed for fucking, laying together, or for waiting and watching with the door open. 

He had his door open and sat on the opposite side. His back leaned against the wall. His head hung down, and when I passed by, his eyes shot up at me instantly. Our eyes locked, and we bravely held each other’s gaze in a way you can’t do out on the street. 

I immediately noticed a thick bush of pubic hairs stuck out from beneath his black boxers. 

Our eyes stayed fixed on each other, and I let myself into the room and closed the door behind me. There was fucking noise coming from both rooms on either side of us. Nothing loud, more of a soft moaning. The pop music played in the distant background.

Our lustful gaze and the noise of others cut through all the usual pleasantries necessary in other places. I took off my towel and let it fall to the floor, my half-hard pink cock pointed directly toward his drooling mouth. I put it in his face. His eyes gave me one last longing look before he slowly opened his mouth and took me inside of him. 

He was sucking me so tenderly, but I couldn’t see him. I had been wanting to stare at him like I had been staring at and contemplating the paintings at the museum earlier in the day. I needed to ponder how this foreign version of beauty looked and why it affected me. 

Instead, I told him I wanted to eat his ass. 

I stepped away from him as he got up. He obediently turned around and got onto the padded surface on all fours. As he stood up, his cock and his thin body pointed towards me. I touched his cock and watched as it swayed back and forth. He was rock-hard. 

I put my lips around his musty hole and stuck my tongue inside of him. He had only a few hairs there. I played with them with my tongue, savoring the taste of this man now that I had my faraway lust object up close and personal. 

I don’t know what it is about this young man that filled me with such seriousness, such heat but I was feeling it melt away inside his hole. 

I stood up behind him and began placing the tip of my cock onto his hole. My precum mixed with my saliva, and we began to become one. I could feel his hole pulsating around my tip, and he began to breathe harder and moan just a little bit. 

I was hurting him. It was the type of pain that only lasted until you were open and the cock could slide in, but when somebody is beginning to fuck you, it’s easy to lose track and think that it’ll last forever. 

That his beautiful body could remain in front of me, motionless, in the middle of all that pain, all that panic, was a gift to me that I’d try never to forget. 

I felt his hole open that last necessary bit before his entire hole opened up and let my entire cock inside of him in one big gulp. The base of my cock had replaced my tip, and our balls were close to touching. I pushed further inside of him, and it felt like my cock was growing to lengths that it couldn’t usually reach. I was reaching inside of him until the reaching turned into tapping, then pounding. 

The soft, slippery pillow of his insides brought me to come quicker than I was planning. I didn’t let him know I was coming, but I was powerless to stop it. 

Soon, he could tell I wasn’t filling him up like I was a moment ago. “Did you come?” he asked me. 

“Si,” I responded. 

I backed away, and he went from kneeling on all fours to sitting with his back to the wall, as he had when I first saw him. He looked up at me in wonder. 

“Que rico,” he said quietly. 

I felt foolish not having anything to say in such a moment. I picked up my towel and slid into my flip-flops. 

“Adios,” he told me. He filled the silence that I couldn’t fill. He looked at me as if I were the younger one. I could tell this made him feel powerful. 

“Adios,” I said back to him before walking out into the maze, leaving him behind. I ordered a drink and went to the balcony, which looked down into the atrium. I would hang out a few more hours but not fuck anybody else. 

While at Sauna 240 Club, I saw him a few more times. A few times, he was fucking somebody different; other times, his body was standing still, but his eyes, his beautiful museum eyes, fluttered around the room, searching and scavenging. Looking for more, hungry for more.

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