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 gay cruising hookup spot to check out on your trip to San José Costa Rica. Read on below and get off to another steamy, anonymous gay sex encounter.
My trip to San Jose, Costa Rica, has reminded me of an aspect of gay cruising that I often forget.
When you find a gay cruising spot that you have luck at regularly, you can forget how invisible it all was before you found it.
Last October, I spent a month in Costa Rica. I based myself in San José, the mostly overlooked capital city with an underground gay cruising scene that matches Mexico City or Bogota, in a smaller country mostly known for its natural wonders.
The locals talk about gay cruising happening in three plazas: La Merced, Parque Nacional, and, my personal favorite, Parque Central.
Where is the gay cruising spot Parque Central in San José, Costa Rica?
Parque Central is the center of San José; it’s situated near Avenida Central, between the 2nd and 4th Avenues, and between Calle Central and Calle 2.
If the weather is good, and it’s not pouring down rain, you will find a diverse set of characters gathered outside listening to music, waiting for friends, selling odds and ends, and relaxing in their way.
Many of these guys have an urban rough trade look: young, Latino, dark and handsome, happy, and open-minded. I was glad to sit at a bench and check out the eye candy.
The next time I went, it was pouring down rain. When this happens, people run off to find shelter somewhere else in the city or stand under the gazebo and wait it out.
I had been in this situation before, hoping one of these males would catch my eye and be up for something. My first, second and even third time hanging around Parque Central didn’t lead to much; being there, maybe I had to gain some trust and put out an energy that I was looking for some fun, not looking to create trouble.
It was my fourth time there at Parque Central that I struck gold.
On my fourth try, I fucked two beautiful young gay for pay Ticos (Ticos are Costa Rican Men), for really low prices, in safe-ish hotels. I fucked one, and the other fucked me back to back, then after I spent another hour just looking around at the large selection of young men selling themselves, or apuntandose, which is the word they use for it only in San José.
It wasn’t until I found Joshua.
He was a little younger than the other boys working, and that night, he had shorts on, which showed off his dark, hairy legs.
He was sitting on a bench with a friend, smoking. Eventually, he saw me, got up, walked across the park, and sat beside me.
“Why did you ignore me?” he asked. Latino guys like to begin by putting you on the spot. I don’t like this, but I will go with the flow. After all, I knew where this was all leading.
“No, not ignoring. Interested if anything,” I said; this made Joshua smile, and after some quick talks about money and logistics, we quickly agreed to go to a hotel down the street so that I could fuck him.
The walk was short, with little said; Joshua quickly went to the bathroom when we got to the room, and I watched him splash water on his face and neck. Then, he immediately began removing his clothes. I watched as he splashed more water on his body, bathing his body with quickness, an attempt to feel a bit fresh before getting to business.
He left the bathroom, and I watched as Joshua’s soft brown skin glistened under the bright light bulb that hung from the ceiling. Our shadows cast onto the wall. Mine, much larger than his, seemed to consume him, which is precisely what I intended to do.
I took a seat at the top of the bed, leaned back on the wall, and let my hard cock do the talking for me. Joshua looked at it, looked back up at me, and placed himself below me so that he could start sucking me off.
I gazed over his slender brown back, reached down, and caressed the small of his back.
“Turn around,” I said; he knew exactly what to do. I was beginning to think that he was gay. He had an instinct for gay sex that the gay-for-pay hustlers lacked, no matter how much experience they had.
I slid beneath him so that I was on my back. He put his ass in my face. It still dripped with cold water. I resisted my instinct to stick my tongue deep inside his hole and lose myself.
Instead, I let him continue to suck me off while I just gazed at his hole in a trance. I squeezed his fleshy cheeks and watched how they jiggled when I took my hands off. I played with his slender legs. I tickled his hole with my finger.
I told him to turn around again so that I could fuck him. He got on top of my body and carefully lowered his slippery hole over my very stiff red cock. He looked down at my rod and spit into his hand, working my wet cock.
He began caressing my hairy chest, and I let out a small sigh of pleasure.
“Quiet,” he said, no longer appearing as shy as he once was; Joshua was taking control of the moment now; my dick was now his, and he was now setting a nice rhythm for himself as my cock slid in and out of his quite tight hole.
I lifted my back off the mattress and embraced his small body. We held each other together upright in the middle of the mattress. We squeezed and breathed in one another with the musty, cheap hotel air. I began to thrust inside him, inching my way further and further inside of him.
I picked him up and put his back on the bed. We were now facing the opposite direction as we were just minutes ago. I studied him in this position. His hands were above his head, and black armpit hair dotted his underarms; his crotch also showed a thick patch of matching hair.
I spread open his legs so that his hole looked up at me. I began to put my cock back inside of him, but he stopped me. He told me he couldn’t take it in this position.
Okay I told him. And proceeded to dry fuck him rubbing our cocks together.
He looked into my eyes and asked if he had earned his 5,000 colones. On our way to the hotel, we had agreed that I’d pay him 5,000 if he let me penetrate him and 3,000 if he didn’t.
I could have stopped here; in my mind, he had earned the total amount, but he looked so beautiful at the moment, and I didn’t want it to end just yet.
“We don’t have to go farther if you want,” I said, “but we can at least finish if you’re comfortable.”
Joshua smiled and got down on his knees, deciding to work my dick while I sat on the bed, his deep brown eyes looking up at me as he stroked my still-hard dick.
“Yes,” I moaned as he jerked me off, watching him as his eyes stayed locked on mine, the muscles in his forearm working overtime to stroke the dick and get me close; Joshua brought his mouth to my balls and licked, his eyes never losing focus on my face and his arm still working to have me bust a load.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, allowing myself to enjoy; I felt Joshua lick my shaft, and soon I opened my eyes just to see myself shoot a thick cumshot all over my cock, torso and even some on Joshua’s face, he smiled as he felt the small ricochet of jizz land on his cheek.
I wiped myself off with the hotel sheet, allowing Joshua to get up, using his forearm to wipe the tiny bit of jizz from under his eye. We both got up and dressed. I paid him, and we let ourselves out of the hotel.
Outside, we walked down a pedestrian walkway with other prostitutes on the sides. Some people were seated on the sidewalk. The colorful lights on the buildings illuminated the street.
He asked me if I would buy him a beer.
“Sure,” I told him.
We walked to a corner store next to Plaza Central. Outside the entrance to the store, there was another young guy with a devilish smile. He had four lollipops in one hand that he was selling in exchange for a donation of whatever you wanted to give him. We walked straight up to him, and he stared back at me. He lifted his shirt and showed me his brown, hairless abs.
I gave him some coins in my pocket in exchange for a lollipop. He smiled back, a knowing smile that declared more than gratitude for my loose change.
I bought two beers in the store, and Joshua and I walked back to Plaza Central to drink them. I asked Joshua if he knew the guy outside the store. He told me they were friends.
“Do you like him?” He asked me.
I nodded my head yes.
“Se apunta,” he told me.
I asked him what that meant. He told me that in Costa Rica, it meant that he was down for whatever sexually. He told me he would go over and ask him if he wanted to apuntar with me.
I thought about it for a split second before I said yes.
Joshua got up and ran off back toward the store. In what seemed like seconds later, Luis, the guy with the lollipops, walked up to me with a big smile. My rainy night in Parque Central looked like it was far from ending and about to morph into a night and morning I wouldn’t forget.
To be continued
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