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Whether in a shopping mall, park bathroom, the airport or a train station, the basics of bathroom cruising are pretty much the same wherever you go. In this post, we’ll cover the indicators of a “cruisy” bathroom, what to look for in other cruisers, signals to watch out for, stuff to be cautious about, things you can bring, and even what to wear. Let’s cruise!
Does the type of bathroom or public washroom matter for gay cruising sex?
Pretty much any restroom or bathroom can deliver some hot gay cruising action if the circumstances fall in your favour. Still, undoubtedly, some bathrooms develop a bit of a reputation because they lend themselves to anonymous man-on-man action, be a horny husband waiting for his wife at the local shopping mall to a hot male office worker in your work complex prowling the public access bathroom for some cock.
What type of bathroom am I looking for to find some hot male cock?
When it comes to gay restroom cruising, you’re generally looking for a bathroom that is a bit off the beaten track. That doesn’t mean that high-traffic restrooms won’t deliver cruising action, but the strike rate will probably be higher if it’s a bathroom that is a bit out of the way and not being used by lots of random people.
If you’re a horny college student, Maybe it’s in the basement of the library; or on the top floor of the shopping mall, as we mentioned above. Or, in a train station, which doesn’t get used or cleaned often, but has a lot of transient men looking for some brief and horny fun.
It’s the kind of bathroom that if a guy had made an effort to get there, they’re not just looking for somewhere to go to the toilet.
If you’re in a bathroom and you’re unsure about its cruising potential, look around for suggestive graffiti, obscene drawings, or phone numbers. That shows that guys have spent some time in here, and they’ve spent time in here with sex on their minds; mind you, the graffiti may be less likely in this day and age of doomscrolling where the waiting-for-dick male may be scrolling versus doodling. However, gay cruising is an age-old pastime, with certain bathroom hot spots standing the test of time, so look out for it, regardless.
And, of course, if you spot a hot gay glory hole in a cubicle wall, you know you’re in the right spot.
Once I’m there, ready for dick, what should I do next?
Cruising works best when you’re not in a hurry. Be relaxed, take your time, and be prepared to wait around a bit—see if anyone has followed you in or shows up while you’re there.
Use the technology. Use a gay cruising app like Squirt.org – it features cruising directories that will tell you precisely the best cruising bathrooms; these directories are user-generated by horny ready-to-burst males like you, who review the best ones and continue to update you when action is happening at certain hot spots, or when specific locations known for good gay cruising action have become totally deads-ville.
When Will Cruising Bathrooms Be the Busiest? What Type of Men Will I See?
Figuring out the best time to go cruising in a bathroom will depend on where you are and the type of restroom you use.
For example, mid-week cruising will be more popular if you’re at college or university—students and professors are generally elsewhere on weekends.
If you’re in the local mall, then weekends are peak times. You’re looking for the bored suburban dad who’s been dragged on a shopping trip against his will. Catch his eye in the bathroom and see if he’s interested in dropping a load.
Airports are always very transient with an international buffet; for example, a city like New York with many travellers means gay cruising at Newark airport can mean the promise of many types of men.
But remember, busier doesn’t always mean better. You might have a more satisfying cruising experience if not many people are around. You need to catch the eye of a guy who’s got the same thing on his mind as you – you just need to catch the eye of a guy who’s horny-as-fuck.
Also, don’t underestimate the value of Squirt.org; if you’re looking to cruise and have a well-known gay hookup bathroom spot near you in mind, see who else is on your grid eager for some public play and arrange a meet. Order up some of that hot dick through Squirt like it’s a pizza, but the only thing you’re interested in is that hot, long and spicy pepperoni stick!
How to Cruise for Guys in a Bathroom
Cruising requires everyone to be pretty low-key. There will not be a lot of talking—it’s a vibe.
There are two basic scenarios. You’re either in a stall and looking for gay cruising signals from the guys in the neighbouring stalls, or you’re at the urinal or wash basin.
If you’re at the urinal or washbasin, you can make eye contact with the other guys there.
If a guy is taking his time—standing extra long at the urinal, washing his hands extra long at the wash basin, and spending extra long checking himself in the mirror—then he’s not in a hurry to go anywhere and could be up for some fun.
Don’t underestimate eye contact or lingering looks and see when a quick wink could land you; just be careful you don’t misread anything, as that could lead to an argument, fight, or perhaps even mall security or police presence.
There are pros and cons to cruising at the urinal or setting up shop in a stall. It’s useful to be experienced in both techniques – that way, you can adapt your style to whatever is going to work best in the bathroom that you’re in.
If you’re standing at the urinal, and there’s a guy next to you giving you all the right signals, then you can reach across and let him know that you’re interested in his cock. You can drop to your knees and suck him off right there.
The downside of getting it on at the urinal is that you’re going to have to be more on guard about who might walk in while you’re sucking cock.
If you’re more interested in anonymous sex, then understall action is ideal. You don’t need to see their face – you just need access to their cock. Without the benefit of eye contact, if you’re in a stall, you’re looking for a suggestive tap of the foot or a finger running around the edge of a glory hole.
Additional Tips for Bathroom Cruising
Bulky shopping bags can be useful for creating visual barriers, particularly if you don’t want a security officer trying to count how many feet are in a stall.
Automatic flushing toilets can be a bit of a giveaway, but you can disable these by taping some toilet paper over the sensor.
You’re inevitably going to be on your hands and knees on the toilet floor. Plan ahead and take some wipes and hand sanitizer with you (unless you like filthy and raw, you little slut, then bend and take it!).
Think about easy access – sweatpants are ideal. You don’t want anything too tight or restrictive – you’re going to need to be able to get into some compromising positions. Wear something you can chuck straight into the washing machine when you get home.
What are your top tips for cruising for sex in bathrooms? Jump into the comments section below and share your cruising adventures!
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Tracey Parker is a gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world; after sharing with Squirt.org members the steamy bathhouse potential of Club-Sauna Spartacus, popular with gay and bisexual men in Puerto Vallarta, and his last piece about gay sauna cruising in Medellin, Colombia, and, now Tracey takes us to Mexico City’s hottest outdoor cruising forest, Camino Verde, through an erotic adventure between two handsome males who meeting between the trees…
Somebody was already sucking him off, but his cock was so beautiful I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
I had to have him.
I circled back through the maze of Mexico City’s Camino Verde trees beside the National University. He was still standing there feeding his gorgeously thick uncut cock to a hungry male, eager for every inch in his drooling mouth.
My latest object of affection, getting his dick served, stood with his head back, soaking up every moment of pleasure; his baggy jeans unzipped and hung just below his hips. His wide stance was holding them up. I got down on my knees and knelt behind him, joining the other man still devouring his cock. I knelt so that my face and his ass cheeks aligned.
It was a chilly night. He was wearing a windbreaker and a few layered T-shirts underneath. Around the front, he had everything pulled up to expose his dark brown abs, covered by dark body hair that thinned out as it reached his belly button.
As I knelt in front of that glorious ass, I could see a smaller forest of hair peeking out from below the waist of his underwear.
I started to tickle them with my tongue.
I was mesmerized by how he looked from back here. His soft face and big curious innocent eyes had captivated me, but he seemed so sturdy and strong from here. His back and his hips held his body so that it could be devoured by the greedy cocksucker in front of him.
I took his allowing me to lick the hairs on his back as permission to have my way with him. Consent had a very unique way of being given in places like this.
I grabbed onto his waist. He was a skinny but sturdy young man, but his love handles had some meat on them. I grabbed both of them, not tightly but firmly; however, when he grabbed onto my wrists, I just squeezed harder.
Before I knew it, he had closed his legs by placing his feet together, which let his jeans fall directly to his ankles. With the remaining fabric falling away, I felt the cool night breeze blow across my face from between his hairy brown legs.
I felt the heat and smell of his body, which the jeans contained, disappear into the night. My mouth opened up, and my mind began racing. I had no idea which part of him to lick and savor first.
I began squeezing his buttcheeks through his thin beige underwear; the familiar cotton texture of his simple tighty whities excited me. I placed my nose where I knew his hole was. I inhaled the warm, musty smell and decided I needed to taste his hole next.
I pulled his underwear down along his legs. When they reached his ankles, he took his foot out of his loose shoe and resumed his wide-legged stance, half barefoot but ready to be taken from the front and behind by two males lusting to taste every part of him.
The cocksucker put his hands on his hairy thighs and began to massage him while going to town on his dick.
We were worshiping this young, supple body in the middle of these woods filled with desire.
His light brown-toned buttocks lay underneath a canopy of dark body hair; the sweaty hairs formed a tapestry that went all the way up his back in varying degrees of thickness. I was studying it all with my hands and eyes, which had long ago readjusted to the darkness of the evening.
I opened the fleshy asscheeks and began to search for his pink hole with my tongue. I cupped my mouth around this magical part of him and breathed in and out. I tickled his sensitive parts with my breath and inhaled his masculine scent, essence and sexual smell into my soul.
I was taking something out of him with my breadth. I didn’t know what it was, but I had desired it ever since I saw him along the wooded path known for gay cruising of Camino Verde in Mexico City.
via Tracey Parker
What is Camino Verde in Mexico City?
Camino Verde is a section of woods between a southbound highway in Mexico City and the National University. The woods stretch for a long way north and south, connecting to other parks and green spaces in this less populated part of one of the biggest cities in the world.
Camino Verde is the name of the gay cruising behaviors which have been taking place here for decades. The hot gay sex always takes place in a particular part of this immense forest, but where it happens changes over time. It evolves just as the men who participate. However, collectively, it has stood the test of time.
Stories like the one you are reading are created and retold by the men who participate in this expression of humanity and sexuality. It is a culture without a community and a community without a culture.
What Makes Camino Verde as a hot gay cruising spot so unique?
I’ve heard tales of similar places to this in my country, the United States, but never have I discovered an outdoor gay cruising so alive, so diverse, and so consistently active as I have found in Camino Verde.
The size of the metropolitan area near Camino Verde, the relative indifference of police authorities in patrolling this known spot, and the eagerness of many men near and in Mexico City to discover the sensual pleasure of outdoor gay cruising and hookups among the trees and nature creates a secluded and sexy spot when men can go for private, anonymous hookup fun.
How is cruising for gay hookups in Camino Verde different from other cruising spots in Mexico and around the world?
As mentioned above, as the location evolves with locals and the proximity slightly changes, discovering Camino Verde requires the unique knowledge of another local to take you there or tell you where to go, making the cruising potential for your next gay sex vacation more exclusive or unusual than the well-known gay bathhouses or saunas or the various sex-soaked locations of gay Puerto Vallarta, more than 500 miles from Mexico City but known as a mecca for gays; perhaps it is this metaphorical velvet rope getting you closer to a travel hookup you’ve never had before that makes this location so alluring…
via Tracey Parker
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We both continued sucking and licking our hairy and horny hookup deep in the woods of Camino Verde. Both of our hands gripped his flesh, mine at his waist, the blowjob fanatic for balance as we knelt, servicing him, worshiping him. My tongue worked deep into his moist and hairy asshole, giving him a rimjob aimed to please and like my life depended on it.
The cocksucker worked his way up towards the face of the handsome man, first slowly kissing the tip of the cock, then no longer knelt, but standing up; his fingers caressing the front fabric and flesh of his torso.
As he reached the man’s mouth, the now-no-longer-cocksucer began speaking casually to the young man. They were both speaking Spanish.
I couldn’t understand them. But I admired how the young man could carry on talking as if I weren’t reaching inside of him with my tongue, reaching deep, tasting as much as possible in this moment that now felt fleeting.
At least it was for the cocksucker.
The two said their goodbyes, and then, in an instant, the beloved hole I had lost myself inside disappeared from in front of me; he turned around, and now his thick cock was resting up against the side of my face.
He held it there and looked down into my eyes, smiling. I stared back at him and his hairy torso.
His stiff dick was still wet with the cocksucker’s saliva. I thought about which part I would take into my mouth first. I moved my head back and allowed the cock, which seemed to have a life of its own, to work its way up along my cheek until it lay completely erect between my face and his body.
“Levantate,” “Get up,” he said to me.
I stood up and we stood face to face for an instant until he grabbed my waist and turned me around in one swift motion. My feet caught up to my waist, and I knew what time it was.
“Drop your pants,” he told me. “Touch the ground. You can trust me,” he assured me.
He was unwrapping a condom while he stared at my hole. His cock stayed rock hard.
He spit on his fingers and began lubing me up. He did everything so casually and confidently. A few other males sucking and fucking nearby were now gathering around, watching what was about to take place.
He began with his fingers.
“Que rico culito” he said over and over. The head of his shaft was so big he had to open me up with one, then two, of his fingers before beginning to penetrate me.
Once I observed that he knew what he was doing, I gave myself more trust in him. I bent my knees slightly and placed my elbows on them. I moaned not with pain but with disbelief that this hot, thick pole, a man that conjured such deep, intense desire in me, was now inside me. I hurt with yearning, ready to stretch my attraction even further to this man with every inch that entered inside me.
The spectators were glued to me, glued to us. They all could feel that something was happening between me and the young man, something that made each of us come back here night after night searching, walking around and around until the early morning, searching for cock, but within that, much more. Desire and a satiated appetite, quenching our horniest thirst with a thick anonymous dick between the greenery of Camino Verde.
Once he had gotten his hot, thick shaft in me, he pounded hard at my willing hole for a few minutes. The cocksucker had gotten the young man so close that he couldn’t spend much time inside of me, but every moment felt like a long time coming, so even a brief chance to feel this brown skin against mine and his hard dick deep within me was enough.
I moaned like a stringed instrument being plucked and tuned, ready to erupt with a melody of screams and pleasure that could’ve echoed through the trees and the now dark, dark sky.
I felt him pulling himself out of me ever so slowly. I was ready for a break. He asked me where I wanted it. I got back down on my knees and pointed to my face.
I closed my eyes and felt it hit my skin once, twice, and a few more times. It landed with the warmth I needed as I could feel the colder night air, giving the rest of my bare flesh goosebumps.
I opened my eyes. The hot jizz was still oozing out of the man’s satisfied shaft. I caught my breath and let his cum drip to the ground from my face and his cock, which was half hard now but still hung like the weapon that it was.
One of us, I can’t remember which, had a package of tissues in our pocket which we shared with one another as we both cleaned his cum off of each of us. We buttoned our clothes back up and walked away from each other, past the spectators and into the anonymous darkness of the forest.
I passed about a dozen other scenes just like the one I had just finished. Fucking and moaning, with a few people watching; the voyeurism and curiosity an essential element of Camino Verde’s lasting appeal; being surveyed as you are penetrated deep by someone whose name you’ll never catch–or you, watching the erotic action from a close proximity as if it was a movie made to consume.
I made my way back out of the forest and towards the pedestrian bridge to the Metro. From up there you could see the forest but not what was going on inside. It all felt like a dream. I knew I’d be back soon.
SEAN CODY: “Marco enters the gym while Hayden is working out his arms and checks out his muscles, getting checked out in return as he stretches. He asks the hairy hunk if he can feel his biceps, and Hayden instantly flexes for the gorgeous European to put his hands all over.
The guys are soon touching and undressing each other, and Hayden reaches into Marco’s shorts to feel his big dick, then sucks him. Marco eats the bearded bottom’s ass and fucks him from behind, then Hayden sits on Marco’s cock, and it’s so good he unexpectedly cums!
Marco puts Hayden on his back on a block, splitting him before he pulls out to shoot his load.”
