Tracey Parker is an urban explorer, based in Mexico City, who discovers and presents unique gay cultures around the world. This time, he explores a well-known gay bathhouse in California, Sac Buddies and reminisces on a hot gay hookup there.

I was driving along the highway in Sacramento after meeting some straight colleagues for dinner. I had a slight headache that always follows a nice buzz, which had already worn off. 

I was in the mood to keep it going. I had the windows rolled down, but I had to roll them back up because it was so cold at night. There were no clouds in the sky, and everything felt so new and big. I kept repeating to myself: California.

I knew what LA and San Francisco looked like, and this was much different. But it still contained the California splendor that I had always had in my mind. I wanted to taste the city. I wanted more. I wanted a story to happen. 

It was still early enough to go to a gay bathhouse. I wasn’t planning to go until later in the week, but that was naive. I had already selected a few, and Sac Buddies was at the top of my list. 

After changing into my towel, I took a walk around. The place was huge, and there were a decent number of people, but nobody was hooking up —publicly, at least. 

There was a pair of young Latino twinks sitting on a loveseat, chatting away as if they were at a Starbucks. Most others were quietly stalking the hallways and seeing those young sparkling brown bodies tied up inside of my body with knots of desire. I wanted to pounce on them to make it stop. 

I kept walking around the club trying to see if anybody else would spark something inside of me. The two hot twinks seemed content with what they were doing, and I didn’t really know any way to penetrate their little world, but my body had a different plan. 

On my first few passes by, I stared at each of them and felt completely invisible. It was discouraging, but my mind just wouldn’t let them go. Then I passed by, and one of them stared right back at me and smiled. 

I kept walking, but a calm, tinged with excitement, came over me. I went and grabbed a Coke from the refreshments section in Sac, where they sold drinks. Something was happening deep in me.

As I circled back again, I waited for the smiley one to say hi, but when nothing came from him, I went over and couldn’t resist it. I put my hand through his thick head of hair, played with his ears, and let my hands move all the way down his beautiful body until I was grabbing his ass cheeks.

He stopped and showed me my bottle of Coke, which somehow he had in his hand. 

“I have something we can put into this if you want.”

Then he led the way to the locker room before I could answer him yes or no. 

He unlocked his locker and pulled out a bottle of what looked like brown rum, and gave it to me. I didn’t know the rules, so I instinctively took off my towel and wrapped up both the Coke bottle and the whiskey while my cock stuck out in front of me. He looked into my eyes, surprised, then he playfully grabbed my cock from the bottom, then looked back into my eyes and smiled. 

His friend was still sitting down alone close to the locker room. As we passed him, they exchanged a few words in Spanish, and my guy handed the keys to his friend. Then we went off to my private room. 

I closed the door, and we both let our towels drop to the floor. Our eyes scanned over each of our bodies with an eager fascination. I was thrilled that he seemed just as excited as I was. Our cocks were already hard and were clumsily bumping into one another. 

We sat down together on the small bed. Our legs made some sort of pretzel between the two of us. We began to chat, and he opened the bottle of rum. We didn’t have a cup, so we took turns taking sips of the liquor, wincing and making an ugly face as the liquor burned our throats, and then we’d take a sip of Coke after. In between these sips, we’d kiss each other passionately, talk, ask each other questions, and laugh. 

I assumed he and his friend were best friends. They just had that vibe about them. But after just a few minutes with him, he had me feeling like we were best friends too, with benefits. 

He told me his name was Juan and that he was from Stockton. After a few shots of the rum, we put the bottles down. I began playing with his thick, uncut cock and the forest of black hair that erupted all around it. 

He lay down on his back and took up the entire nearby bed. He relaxed his hands behind his head and let his cock stand straight up in the air. I got up and turned around so that we could line up and 69. 

I put my knees on either side of his body. I was planning to put my cock in his mouth before sucking him off, but instead, he grabbed my ass and pulled it down on top of his face. I felt his wet tongue gliding across my hole as he let out muffled moans of pleasure from between my cheeks. 

His cock stayed straight up in the air through it all. If I reached for my dick, I would have to take my hole away from his face. He was enjoying it so much, I just let him keep going.

When he was done, I got up; he was breathing heavily. I turned around, and he continued to lie there, taking up the entire bed. Again, he relaxed his hands behind his head, and his cock was still sticking straight up into the air. I got on top of him; this time, we were facing each other, and I sat down slowly onto his cock. He glided in effortlessly after having loosened me up with his tongue. 

Once he was all the way inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and began to pound me while lying down. Now I started to moan with pleasure. He stuck his fingers into my mouth and played around with my tongue. 

He looked like a sex god lying down so relaxed while penetrating me. He was everything I liked in a man, and he was enjoying himself while destroying me. We both began sweating. He started fucking me faster and faster until I saw that he was ready to cum inside of me. I felt him cum hard into me, and I moaned with pleasure, thrilled to have him deep within me.

We slowed down and leaned back against the opposite walls of the small room, catching our breath. We moved closer to each other and picked up the bottles again. The sexy twink took a sip of the rum and then passed it to me. I could hardly smell the alcohol as the warm room captured our body heat and smelled of sweaty men: us. We were both dripping wet with sweat. After a moment, I slid into his wet, slick hole slowly and then began to pound his slippery, sweaty body relentlessly with my own cock. 

He got quiet and still and allowed me to have at it with his hole and his body until, not long later, I came inside of him. 

After I pulled out, he turned around and slid back to his favorite position on his back, taking up the entire bed. I sat up, resting my back on the wall with my legs intertangled with his. We were still breathing fast, but things were calming down. His body looked like a painting hanging in a museum. Everything was absolute perfection.

We took our time and relaxed in silence until he got up and began dressing. We left the room together and went to the showers. Juan’s friend was taking a shower with somebody else. The two of them started talking in Spanish while the rest of us stood under the water in a trance. Each of us left, dried off at our own pace, and went our own way.