Tracey Parker is a gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world after sharing the hottest gay cruising woods famous in Mexico City while also recently visiting Cómplices Spa, the gay male sauna and bar located in Bogotá. Explore another Bogotá gay hookup spot through Tracey’s own erotic experience as he shares his journal entries from his stay in Bogotá.
Cabinas de las 63 is a popular gay cruising venue in El Chapinero, a hip Bogotá Neighborhood known for its graffiti, gay culture, international restaurants, cafes, fashion boutiques, and much more.
How is Cabinas de las 63 similar to other gay sex clubs?
Most of the time, the concept is pretty straightforward: you pay a cover of 15,000 Colombian Pesos to enter into a clean, well-constructed and well-maintained maze of glory holes, dozens of private sex rooms (cabinas in Spanish), cages and dark rooms.
In addition to the many glory holes, the hallways are large, and there are a handful of large open areas where traffic can flow freely and men can make cruisy eye contact.
Unfortunately, while there, I noticed the guys attending Cabinas de las 63 don’t take advantage of the fantastic facility. On average, they are pretty shy, and most wait for something that never comes.
Occasionally, usually monthly, on Friday nights, they experiment with Live Sex Shows or, more recently, “hosts.” On my last trip to Bogotá, I loved the live sex shows. They are the perfect solution to the shyness of the majority of the men here, and while experiencing it for myself, I noticed the sex on display helped loosen some of the regulars up.
What is the gay scene in Bogotá like? What was the live sex show like at Cabinas de las 63?
I flew to Bogotá from the US in May to spend the summer in Medellin. I spent less than a week in Bogotá, but I had plenty of time to be impressed by the handsomeness of the men. I prefer the men in Bogotá to the men of Medellin.
Friday night, I made sure I stopped by Cabinas de las 63 because they were advertising a live sex show on Twitter. It was an impressive production. There were around 20 live models, all dressed in their style. Some did the muscle stud look, and others looked stunning in worn-out tighty whities, which they took off and put on throughout the night.
The facility has at least three areas for exhibitionist sex where many people can stand around and watch. The shy customers of Cabinas de las 63 never use these public areas, but they are perfect for live sex performances.
I fell into a trance over one of the models the night I went. He was skinny but had built himself up as much as possible. He had a seductive bad boy look. His skin was darker than most, and he kept a beard perfectly trimmed and short. He wore sunglasses and smiled a lot, especially when the other models were sucking them off.
I followed the lead of the other customers and politely touched the models. They allowed you to put your hands on them sexually, but the oral and jerking off and fucking was only between models.
Watching my favorite model travel from one stage to the next, taking his impressively hard hairy cock out of his underwear and getting sucked by others, was pretty thrilling for me. Grabbing him wherever and whenever I wanted was a bonus.
This time, I’ll be in Bogotá for a little longer. I’m still figuring out how things work here. I’ve been looking for outdoor plazas where you can cruise hustlers, and surprisingly, I can’t find any. I’m sure it used to happen here, but the cops must have ended it. I’ll continue to look the next time I go.
I went to Cabinas de Las 63 during the week and found a surprise waiting for me that I wasn’t expecting.
At first, it seemed like the previous times. Many guys were there, and most were wandering around bored. The only place where I saw lots of action was a weird, narrow, pretty dark space guys were taking advantage of the anonymity and sucking each other off in pretty big numbers.
As I was walking around, there was a really sexy guy looking at me. I approached him, and he told me his name was Alejandro. Very straightforwardly, he said to me that he changed 100,000 Colombian Pesos for sex in one of the Cabinas. I love and get turned on paying for gay sex, so I said yes.
Alejandro led me into a small room with a padded bed, a fucking platform I’ve seen in sex facilities like this before.
As soon as we walked in, he removed his shirt. I took a seat on the bed and began to touch his chest and run my fingers over his abs. He had a hungry, mischievous look, and he stared into my soul as he unbuckled his pants.
His shaved cock hung softly from his body. I grabbed it, beginning to tickle his balls. My fingers reached back further behind his balls for his ass crack while I stared into his eyes, looking to finger his sweaty hole gently; see how hairy his horny hole was, but I stopped when I got a mischievous grin from him, and we started to kiss.
I was surprised he let me kiss him. I wouldn’t have minded if he had said no. Alejandro kissed me for a little bit and then told me to suck his cock.
I lay on the bed, and he remained standing and put his cock in my face.
It was completely soft when I started, but very quickly, it began large and engorged in my mouth as I sucked the thick mushroom head and moved my mouth swiftly up and down the shaft until the half-flaccid dick filled my mouth.
He sat down on the bed in front of me so that our cocks were touching and our legs tangled up and behind each other. We started kissing again. I was putting my hands all over his body. I began to kiss him again, but he stopped to spit into his fingertips and put his fingers into my asshole. I was jerking myself off and enjoying how his body looked. His cock was still swollen from me blowing him.
We rolled around the padded platform a little longer, and he asked me if I wanted him to penetrate me. I lay on my back, and he rested my legs on his shoulders. He kneeled over me confidently; he was smiling like a king. He wasn’t hard enough to fuck me with his cock, but instead, he fucked me with his finger.
I moaned, and I lay there, devouring him with my eyes; I breathed in his scent and stared at him in admiration of how he could affect me so much by doing so little. My cock grew harder as he penetrated my tight but eager hole. My dick throbbed and spat out some pre cum as I got hornier and hornier.
Alejandro’s dick grew large and hard again. He removed his fingers from my ass and spat on his hand again to lube up his hard dick; he eyed my hole with his eyes, and I nodded.
In an instant, he shoved his hot dick inside my wet, stretched hole. As Alejandro began moving in and out, his hard, bareback cock made me eager to jerk myself off again and get myself close.
I could feel Alejandro enjoying his work, and for almost a moment, I couldn’t tell if I was just another client or if there was a spark between us. I didn’t linger on the thought, letting the pleasure fall over me.
Alejandro asked if I was close, and I could feel I was; I asked him to cum in me, and his brow furrowed as if he was allowing himself to get revved up for the challenge.
I slowed the rhythm of my masturbation so I could keep pace with Alejandro. I could feel him sliding into me harder and faster than before, working to the moment to synchronize our climax.
With a tiny nod of his head, Alejandro willed me to stroke myself hard and fast again, and lying on my back, I came all over myself just as I swore I could feel Alejandro’s hot, thick load coat the insides of my happy hole.
Alejandro carefully pulled out of me, letting his not-quite-fully erect penis slip out and slide back between his legs. He had some wipes, which he used to clean me off, while he asked me how much I enjoyed what we had just done.
We began to get dressed, and we chatted. Alejandro told me he was from Venezuela. He asked me if I wanted to marry him so we could live together in the United States. We both laughed. I gave him the agreed amount. He wanted me to give him double, and I told him I couldn’t do that; his smile fell, and he dropped the request, pulling on his pants and leaving the room with his cash. I’ve found that most sex workers will always ask for more no matter what happens, but they’re always willing to accept a no.
Are their parties and events at the gay sex club Cabinas de las 63 in Bogotá?
Last weekend, another monthly party was on Friday at Cabinas de las 63. Instead of live sex, there were “hosts.” About 20 guys, exactly like Alejandro, were roaming around and turning tricks with the customers. All this happened while the other guys cruised each other, socialized, and enjoyed a Friday night together.
The host parties on Friday last until early morning. I met Alejandro on a weekday. He wasn’t the only hustler working there, but there weren’t 20 like on the ‘host party nights.’ I prefer the more low-key evenings, but if this is for you, this is the type of action you can expect from the hustlers at Cabinas de las 63. A big thrill is having the hottest guys in the club say yes to your advances at a price, of course.
In my country, we love to talk about inclusivity; we love to talk about sex work being real work, but nowhere have I ever seen a balance between what young guys have to spare and what the older guys want and what older guys have that young guys want. I’m not talking about significant sums of money, either. I’m talking about an amount small enough for every adult to be able to spare but big enough to make a difference for a young guy if he multiplies it by 2 or 3 or whatever he chooses to do.
I don’t think you’ll ever see this in the USA. It’s just a different culture. But I really enjoy the way they do it down in Colombia.
