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Earlier this year, I placed an ad on our local Squirt Message Board letting people know that I walk our neighborhood each morning and would be open to sucking cocks along the way. I met three great guys. Two of them are semi-regular, and one became a golfing buddy and regular “dom”. It had been awhile since I posted for “new customers” so to speak.
One morning last week, I started my normal daily walk at about 5:20am. In my area of Central Texas, this is the coolest part of the day. I had built up quite a sweat when a large pickup truck pulled passed me, then turned around at the next corner and returned. It stopped when it got back to me and a guy lowered his window and asked me to come over to him. He actually asked if I was the (Neighborhood Walker) and while I told him that I guess I did walk the neighborhood. He then mentioned Squirt and asked again. Of course, once I knew where he had seen the term “neighborhood walker”, I told him that I was. He looked me over and asked if I’d like to come with him and suck his cock. For safety reasons, I declined his offer of a ride, but told him that if he had a place to meet, I would meet him there.
It turned out that he owned a small auto repair shop at the edge of our housing tract and asked me to meet him there. We were only two blocks away from there at this point and of course I told him that I would meet him there in about five minutes. Again for security reasons, I told him that he had to meet me outside, that I wouldn’t walk into a business, especially at that hour of the morning. He agreed and drove toward the end of the street where the business was.
I quickly walked the short distance, turned right down the main road and into the parking lot for the business. Since it was so early, I didn’t think anybody else would show up there while I completed my assigned mission.
He was waiting for me at the door and we walked together to another door at the side of the building. It was marked “restroom” and I thought that I would be sucking cock in a dark and dirty hole in the wall. But he held the door open for me and I walked in. I couldn’t be more wrong about the “restroom”. It was a brightly lit and fully tiled room that was very clean. There was a toilet, sink and shower as apparently, he and his staff showered before heading home for the night. I was surprised and suddenly began to feel my “submission” juices flowing toward my cock.
There was a bench along one wall, I guess for changing clothes, and I heard him unzip his work pants as he sat down. I removed my shirt and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my sweat glistening in the bright light. Then I walked over to him and dropped to my knees. He was short and stocky and his cock was partially hidden by his rolling stomach, but based upon the size of his sack, I knew that I was in for a treat. I got down on my hands and knees and moved in. He leaned back and actually lifted his belly, giving me unfettered access to his beautiful cock, which was already beginning to stick out toward me, firm and proud. First, I licked his balls, which were hanging down quite loosely at this point, then I licked my way up the belly of his cock, which was emerging from the fat below his belly.
As I took him into my mouth, he pushed forward and more of his shaft emerged. This mostly hidden cock was now a full mouthful, probably over six inches long and thickening by the second. He seemed to be in a hurry so I simply let him fuck my mouth at his pace, making sure that my tongue was active on the pleasure spot just below his cock head. Before long, I could taste my favorite treat, pre-cum. Like nectar, it had me committing my mouth to him as if his cock owned me, which in my state, it did! My head bobbed and he thrusted in and out, his cockhead entering my throat on the instroke and my mouth sucking him lightly on the outstroke. It wasn’t long before I could tell that he was ready, so my tongue switched into overdrive and I began pinching the skin of his sack with one hand, the sack which had thickened and was now tightly covering his balls.
Both of his hands were now on my head, holding me to him as he fucked my face, closing in on his pleasure. Then it happened, I felt his cockhead swell and he emptied his swollen balls into me. I didn’t waste a drop as he slowed and then pulled his cock free from my still sucking mouth. As he stood to zip up his pants, he asked if I was game for “another”. Now in a frenzied state of horny, of course I said “yes” and he told me to stay on my hands and knees and wait.
He left the room. I quickly dropped my shorts, sat on the bench and started stroking my cock, which was steel-hard by this time. Then I was startled back to reality when a skinny older guy came through the door and stopped in his tracks, watching me pull my cock. He was carrying a small bottle of what looked like “lube” and he set it on the sink counter as he walked towards me, stepping out of his shoes, pants and boxers as he did so. I was sitting, naked, except for my shoes, on the bench and he walked up to me with his right hand massaging his fully hard erection.
His cock was the perfect sucking size, probably about 5 inches and much thinner than the bosses shaft that I had just pleasured. He walked up to me and drove his cock right into my waiting mouth. But I quickly determined that he wasn’t there for head. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube, pulled his cock from my mouth, and motioned for me to prepare my ass. He poured some lube into my hand and I stood up and ran it up and down my still sweating crack, dipping a couple of oiled fingers into myself as I did so. He applied a handful to his cock, which was now glistening in the bright lights. He then motioned for me to get on my hands and knees on the bench, which I did. Almost before I was settled in on my knees, his cock was rubbing between my cheeks. Then, without warning, he was in me – all the way to his pubic bone.
My ass was on fire but the old guy didn’t seem to care, he just grabbed my hips and began fucking me from behind. I soon relaxed as he began hitting my “spot” and my cock lurched back to attention. As he stroked into me I steadied myself on my left hand while my right hand, still wet with lube, found its way to my cock and I wildly began beating myself. I lost track of time as he fucked me. It could have taken a minute or five, I don’t know. Somewhere in there, I came all over my hand and raised it to my mouth, devouring every drop. Then, without warning, he pulled out of me, dry humped my oiled ass cheeks for a minute, and unleashed his cum, all over my lower back.
He stood back and leered at me as he wiped his cock clean with a paper towel and raised his pants. The look that he gave me made me know what a whorish cum slut that I am.
I didn’t bother to clean myself up. I simply put my shirt and shorts over my cum covered body and slipped out of the restroom into the darkness of the morning. Then, I made the half mile walk of shame back home, knowing that I had pleasured two guys and secretly hoping that I would be invited back for more.
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Tracey Parker is a hookup aficionado around Mexico City and Greater Mexico; this week, he shares with Squirt.org members the steamy bathhouse potential of Baños Finisterre, a local sauna popular with gay and bisexual men in Mexico City; below is an inside look into this popular sauna framed around Tracey’s own cruising adventure.
I entered Baños Finisterre through double doors that were left open to allow the breeze to come in and naturally cool the building, which was heating up from the hot Mexican afternoon sun. The attendant asked me for $180 pesos.
While waiting for my change, the cutest guy walked in off the street. He wore a Los Angeles Lakers jersey with a t-shirt underneath.
He stood right next to me and looked right into my eyes with the silliest, flirtiest look, smiling from chin to chin; he laughed and then greeted the attendant.
“Hola, bueanas tardes,“ he said warmly and a little flirty. I left them to their business and entered the Vapor General down a long corridor to the back of the bathhouse facility.
Exploring Baños Finisterre: Bar and Lockers
At the end of the hall, there was another attendant presiding over a counter with a huge block of ice, lemons, a cutting board, glasses, and salt. Behind him was a refrigerator with a glass door and inside of it were two types of sodas; Sangria, and Squirt del Toronja (grape soda and grapefruit soda), the bottom shelves were filled with Coronas.
At the bottom of the fridge was a large bottle of tomato juice and some packed lunches of the employees.
Next to the refrigerator was a half dozen neatly stacked piles of sheets. He grabbed one from the top and gave it to me. Baños Finisterre’s towels are more like bed sheets, cut into smaller pieces, with the name Baños Finisterre stamped onto them. The towels/sheets fit loosely around your waist and reach down below the knee. But they could easily be rolled up to show off as much of your thighs and even ass as you wanted to.
Can You Get a Private Room for Sex at Baños Finisterre?
I walked past the beverage counter and into the lower lobby, where an older man was getting a pedicure. The facility has a grand staircase leading up to the second floor, where another attendant was waiting for me. You can offer him a tip, and he’ll give you a private room; otherwise, he’ll let you change out of your clothes and into your towel in a dressing room and then check your bag in a closet.
I like coming around 1 in the afternoon because the place is very empty. I never have to wait for a massage or a pedicure, or a beverage, for that matter. I always ask for a private room, and they are always available at this hour.
Is There a Steam Room in Baños Finisterre?
I changed inside my room and looked outside the door for the cute guy I saw at check-in with the flirty smile; later, I would learn was named Elihu. I didn’t see him, so I began my usual lap around the entire place that I always do when I first arrive. It always starts in the primary steam room. This room was light, fairly hot, but not too hot.
The steam room at Baños Finisterre is usually the perfect temperature, so it is always the most crowded part of the facility when I go. It is usually filled with guys sitting on the tiled benches built onto the 4 walls. The men sit with their towels open and exchange oral generously. Often times you’ll see gay fucking, but people here usually prefer to go to a private room or the smaller steam room hidden elsewhere in the facility.
Next door, there is a less warm steam room that serves as a holding room. It gets busy, and people sit on plastic chairs. Here there are also sinks, and some men choose to shave here and brush their teeth, but not many.
The scene I’ll always remember in this smaller steam room is a muscled young jock-type guy with a sexy angry demeanor getting shaved all over his body by an eager volunteer. His legs were spread open invitingly, his cock hard, and another guy was down on his knees with a razor, diligently shaving the thick black forest of pubic hair surrounding his sausage-like cock.
This turned into a spectacle very quickly. The more guys stood around to look, the harder his thick penis became. When I arrived at the show, it was a standing room only, but I didn’t have to wait long for a seat to open up.
The shaving continued until he was completely hairless, and from there, it proceeded to his anus. He stood up and spread his legs slightly as his new friend diligently combed the hairs off, one by one. I think he may have even had a taste for himself.
This more avante-garde spectacle of hair fetishism is an unusual sight at Baños, hence why I vividly remember it. While you’re sure to see your own hot encounters during your visit, it’s unlikely to see one where the encounter is less gratuitous and more a niche eroticism.
Showers, Massages and Secret Passages in Baños Finisterre
From the holding room, you can walk into the hottest steam room, which smells strongly of eucalyptus; this area is known as the main cruisy steam room and shower area, with sinks, plastic chairs, and approximately five massage tables.
Behind the massage tables is a doorway with a secret passage-like feel. It has a long hallway with private rooms on either side and a small steam room that comfortably fits three people (although it doesn’t stop more from entering); this is where guys without private rooms go to fuck. The more couples sharing it, the more likely the chances of a hot gay orgy breaking out.
When is the Best Time to Get Busy at Baños Finisterre?
I could have enjoyed serious cruising with the after-party crowd if I had gotten there between 7:00 AM and 10. Like many places worldwide, steam rooms are popular for the after-party crowd on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday Mornings.
During my usual visit, I’m there for a massage and a pedicure once a month, so I tend to miss the party. Occasionally I might find hot males still hanging around by the time I get there, but most have gone home by early afternoon.
If you want to experience the Mexico City gay bar scene, head over to Baños Finisterre for a filthy good time when the bars close; you won’t be disappointed, as lots of cruising and hooking up happen in the early morning.
After I made my way back downstairs, I did a quick lap around the entire place, the secret passages were empty and the rooms on either side of them too.
I was sitting inside alongside a few other quiet guys. We were all ignoring each other when Elihu walked in. When I last saw him at check-in, he looked a little skinnier with his clothes off. He walked straight toward me and sat down right next to me, just like he snuggled up to me at the front desk.
As Elihu and I were talking, I looked down at his legs. His towel had crept up so I could almost see the full monty. His legs were long and scrawny, but they also had some muscle to them. He had nice hairy lower legs that went hairless just above his knees. His quadriceps were just big enough that I knew they would fit perfectly into my hands. I imagined myself spreading them apart and gazing at his cock and balls, which I imagined would be trimmed but still hairy.
Elihu told me he was a student at UNAM. He began his classes early, like me, and by noon he was done. I told him I had arrived for a massage but preferred to continue talking to him a little longer. I invited him into my private room after we were warmed up from the wet steam room heat.
Can I Find Jacuzzis in Mexico City Bathhouses Like Baños Finisterre?
Baños Finisterre is the only gay sauna in Mexico City that I know of that has jacuzzis available. The jacuzzis are on the second floor, behind the private rooms. A dozen palms decorate the room, and natural light pours in through skylights in the ceiling. There are four jacuzzis, and you must ask an attendant to let you in. The staff expect a tip in exchange for letting you enter this area.
I suggested, to Elihu, that we take a dip in the jacuzzis, and he agreed. We ordered some beverages. He ordered a plain Cerveza, and I ordered a toronja (grapefruit) preparada.
Preparada is popular in Mexico City; the margarita is an example of this, but they do it with any fruit soda in Mexico City.
In the jacuzzi, we could taste one another drinks as we french kissed each other in between, sharing whatever it was that came to each other’s mind.
“Que harás conmigo?” he asked me.
I had never heard that conjugation before, but I had learned enough Spanish to figure out exactly what it meant. And in that moment, I mastered a very useful piece of the language.
How fortunate to have learned this new language from dozens of boys like Elihu, sitting naked in hot tubs, tasting each other’s saliva, and tickling each other’s balls.
I asked him how he felt at the moment, and he told me, “protegido.”
Protected? The desire to feel protected from older men never had much allure to me when I was Elihu’s age, but his response made me smile.
I didn’t keep count of the hours we spent holding onto each other in the many rooms of Baños Finisterre. Eventually, I became hungry and asked him if he wanted to join me for some quesadillas. There was a place down the street that I really loved.
We walked down the stairs to the attendant at the front, exchanged our soggy sheets for two warm thick towels and began to dry ourselves off like dogs getting out of the pool. I settled our tab for the drinks, tips, and hot tub. It came out to about $200 pesos extra.
It was already dark when we got outside. We passed under the highway, where there was a skate park. I always loved seeing the guys practicing their sport after I left Baños Finisterre. In the sauna, I felt like I had been playing sports too. Running around the maze of Finisterre and fucking in hot steam rooms can leave you invigorated the same way contact sports can.
In some ways, love and hookups are a contact sport, with sweat expected in a vigorous activity like skating or steam room play. Perhaps in typical sports, you can feel “protegido” by gear or strict rules that love and sex do not have, the same way Elihu felt with an older man like myself.
After our quesadillas, we said goodbye to each other outside of the Metro. We stared into each other’s eyes and laughed once more before turning our backs to each other and going our different ways.
