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 bathhouse spot in Mexico City, Baños San Ciprian, for to check out.
It was Sunday afternoon, and I was wrapping up my errands early. I hadn’t made any plans for the day beyond what I had already finished doing, so I started thinking about what to do. I decided to go to Baños San Ciprian, a small, old-fashioned gay bathhouse and sauna in Mexico City‘s storied downtown neighborhood, La Merced.
When should I head to gay sauna Baños San Ciprian for the most action?
Baños San Ciprian is a place where, no matter what time I go, I almost always have a great time. The busiest times to go are Wednesday and Sunday afternoon/evening. I used to go early afternoons sometimes as early as 1 PM, and I’d always be lucky enough to find another young guy there to fuck around with.
The facility has a cool, otherworldly vibe. It is dated and a bit of a monument to a gay past that still exists but is endangered. It is tucked away anonymously into a chaotic neighborhood bursting with commerce, where you can go unnoticed. To many, that is a significant plus.
What is the dry section like in the gay bathhouse Baños San Ciprian in Mexico City?
The dry section of the bathhouse has two floors. The first floor has small rooms surrounding it, and there is a hallway in the middle. Each room has one cot. The guests could use these rooms to fuck or to rest alone. When you ascend a small steel spiral staircase to the second floor, you get more straightforward private rooms.
Ages ago, someone had the idea of removing the walls between several small rooms and making another gay dark room. Only this one, upstairs, wasn’t heated or filled with steam, so it became a cool place to fuck.
One of the best Sundays I remember a wet sweaty orgy broke out in this upstairs improvised room. There were 20 or so guys packed in there. We all fucked each other until we ran out of energy and then we stood back and watched the rest. I fucked and then got fucked by several whom I had had my eye on the entire afternoon and it was a memorable time.
What are the wet sauna areas like in Baños San Ciprian in Mexico City?
The wet areas or gay sauna section consists of two rooms. One shower room has four tiled walls and six shower heads. On busy days, 20 guys can be in this room, showering, flirting, and sipping beers out of cans or large plastic cups, with squeezed lime and salt on the edge.
There is an oddly placed massage table toward one side. It’s a tiled surface currently serving as the only surface in the room to place shower items, beers, and towels that aren’t hanging off a beautiful brown body. One door opens into a dark steam room with tiled benches on three of the four walls. The benches are deep and can accommodate sitting or fucking.
When I walked into the shower room, it was full of about 15 guys. Many were clustered up in groups of three or four chatting, and the others were showering alone.
Inside of the steam room there were about six couples paired up and fucking against the wall, or standing up in the middle. I settled down and took a seat among the rest of them.
I sat along a row of men who were sitting naked on the tiled bench. Through the steam beside me, I caught the eye of a tanned, toned male and almost immediately, he began sucking me off. His wet, steamy, sweaty mouth sucked me off vigorously, as if he was starving for it, and I smiled, not looking to push him away, but instead welcomed the assertiveness of the horny lad. He had an appetite that could never be satisfied, and I was the next course on an already full meal. I let him continue. The darkness and the steam made it hard to see in front of you, but you could see shapes, hear the sound of sex in the air, and your imagination could fill the rest.
Then the door opened. The bright light from the shower room outside illuminated the sauna for a moment. Everybody continued along uninterrupted, but I wanted to take advantage of being able to see. The first thing I noticed was the guy who opened the door. He was the one who stuck out to me in the shower room. He was the youngest in the room. He had a youthful optimism in his eyes and a slim, tight body dripping with water. Steam wafted toward him as he slowly walked into the middle of the room, paused, and stood there momentarily. His cock hung from his slender muscled body. His lines on his abdomen glistened in the steamy, sweaty room. Soon, he sat on the bench two men over from me.
I stared, but he didn’t return my gaze. As the hot man sucked on my dick vigoriously like a lollipop, I reached over and gently touched this young stud’s body across the steam and darkness. He didn’t stop me, but he didn’t move closer either. He looked at my eyes directly and then looked away.
He seemed lost. I saw him drinking a beer outside, but he wasn’t sloppily drunk. In the haze of booze, steam and sex, he seemed relatively sober compared to the rest; not as relaxed as others letting the sleaze and sluttiness in the air get the best of them.
I noticed he and the older man beside him allowed their hands to wander all over each other’s bodies. Like many, I’m turned on by watching guys get it on, but especially sex between younger and older men.
The toned young man now stood before the hairy daddy. He pressed his slender slippery body against the older man’s hairy chest; he placed himself between the older man’s two large legs, now spread wide open, ready to give or take whatever the young male had in mind.
They each began holding the other’s cocks in one hand and were rock hard; both with cocks that hung from their bodies, massive members that seemed destined for public sex so hot creeps like me could get turned on by their dicks.
I watched as the hungry cocksucker still devoured my cock, hungry for me to cum, but me not being anywhere close; he didn’t seemed to mind that my attention was elsewhere.
He seemed turned on that he was pleasuring me, while I discarded him, allowing him to feel like a dirty sex toy for me to take. He still furiously went to town on me, I’ll admit giving me an amzing gay blowjob that I’m sure had me dripping precum if I wasn’t already cake in sweat and moisture.
The daddy and the young hottie jerked each other off, breathing heavy and deep into each other; this went on for a while, both seeming oblivious to how much they were turning me off. Eventually, the two got up and disappeared.
After the two men left, presumably to go to a private room, I saw another dark skinned, dark-haired young guy through the steam. Despite his feminine face, he was quite masculine in his body; he was scrappy. He had a thick hairy forest of pubic hair covering his sturdy thick dick that rose above all of it; his dick was probably more significant than it looked if it wasn’t for the dense brush of pubes. His manhood and hairy treasure trail dripped with sweat and steam. The head of his cock was as red as his lips.
I wanted to fuck him, to stick my cock between his small ass cheeks and hold him by his sturdy back and go crazy on him. But he was already playing around with a guy sitting next to him.
The guy beside him was about his age, in his late twenties, and tattooed. I watched as they both began jerking each other off. My hungry dicksucker friend still was going at my dick, making me question if his mouth was part mechnically. His stamina was impressive, and I had to admit I was getting close.
All of a sudden, the tattooed guy playing with my young lust object across from me lay on his back and lifted his legs into the air. My hairy-dicked twink, casually slid his dark, hairy, rock hard cock into his hole and began fucking him slowly.
He had a beautiful back. The light from the door would illuminate his body on and off again. He was so nonchalant, and as he fucked the tattooed guy, I couldn’t help it; I finally shot my big thick load into the mouth of my Energizer bunny cocksucker friend; he eagerly licked up his meal, his apparent desire for this award since he started the endeavour. I let the pleasure envelop me, closing my eyes for only a moment. I didn’t want to miss the action before me.
He just stood on top of this carcass beneath him, fucking the life out of it slowly, letting the sweat and steam drip onto him like rain.
Across from me, the young male began taking his cock out of the tattooed stud’s hole and then sticking it back in again. At first, he used his hands to line everything up, but eventually found a rhythm and just kept riding his horny hole over and over; there was a thumping noise of his mat meat hitting the butt of the male that echoed inside the steam room; the slapping sound of sex, and the accompanying moans that reverbarate off the bathhouse sauna that makes things fascinating, and gets you hard. You know the sound. It would be the sound that would make me cum again if I didn’t just finish shooting a massive load inside this anonymous’ hookup’s slutty mouth.
The smallness of Baños San Ciprian gives its visitors the feeling that they are all doing something together. I don’t know if they designed it that way. Today’s clubs can sometimes be so big that people get lost inside, no matter how many are in attendance.
I always leave Baños San Ciprian feeling I can’t associate with any other place: otherworldly facilities, otherworldly rugged men, and steamy sex.
