Tracey Parker is an urban explorer and gay cruising fanatic who travels around the world searching for and presenting alternative gay lifestyles and experiences. After sharing his recent horny time at Gay Sauna Saint Moritz in Bogotá, Colombia, and his hot erotic adventure at the gay male sauna Cabinas de Las 63 in Bogotá Colombia, he shares another gay erotic hookup story, this time around Mexico City’s “secret” porn theater, Cine SAVOY, where men seek anonymous release.

Cine SAVOY is located in Mexico City’s gritty downtown. Outside is an explosion of commerce, and many of the city’s 20 million people search for what they are looking for on the streets, in the shadows of the colonial buildings of multiple ancient civilizations. 

Thousands of chacales, strong men who carry heavy boxes of fruits and other products on carts through the chaotic streets, are legends among the gay men in Mexico City. Chacales have a reputation for being hetero-flexible males who often juggle steady girlfriends and multiple gay side lovers. 

Cine SAVOY is a movie theatre known for its diversity. For decades, men of all ages, from the very young to the very old, have come here to explore and pursue their secret desires. 

Cine SAVOY has existed to serve an invisible gay community. It is dark. Heterosexual porn plays on the big screen above an ant farm of hundreds of men roaming, pairing up, fucking, sucking and consuming each other. 

The theater is located on Calle 16 de Setiembre, which, along with nearby Eje Central, is one of the busiest streets in the city. Thus, it is easy for men to come and go anonymously.

The first time I discovered Cine SAVOY was after it reopened after the pandemic. Dated straight porn was playing on the big screen, and underneath, there was a slight current of men roaming around the aisles and a few against the outer wall sucking each other off with a small audience watching. 

Over the next year, I’d return to Cine SAVOY to find larger and larger crowds of anonymous men, horny and eager for some fun; down-low men you certainly wouldn’t see at your local gay cruising bar.

Most need to take a lap around the entire place to adjust their eyes from the blinding Mexican sun outside to the darkness of the theater. When I first enter, I am usually too focused on not tripping. But eventually, the darkness gives way to the faces and bodies of men of all ages, shapes, and sizes in nondescript street clothes and backpacks roaming, cruising, and searching for their secret desires. 

Once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I noticed a young, handsome guy sitting alone in one of the front rows. He was staring at the straight porn and he had white headphones plugged into each of his ears. His eyes were wandering and cruising the men who walked by in front of him. 

Our eyes connected, and I began to move closer to him. He unbuttoned his belt and rested his hands on the backs of the empty chairs on either side. 

I gathered the courage and made my move. I walked down the empty aisle of movie chairs beneath the big screen of a woman screeching from being fucked in the ass. 

Our eyes stayed locked together, which told me I could go ahead and sit right in the seat next to him. His shirt was unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest. He was skinny and had defined muscles that glistened beneath the movie’s light. He had a small track of black hair between his pectorals. He had thick black hair on his head as well as more, busting out from beneath his unbuttoned pants down by his groin. 

I could see a print of his cock underneath. He kept one hand around my shoulder while the other reached for his cock, he moved his torso to accommodate, pulling out his dick from beneath his loose jeans. 

He smiled at me and pointed to his growing erect dick with his bright sparkling young eyes. 

I slowly bent over and put his bulging cock tip into my mouth. I loved how his crotch smelt; musty, but a hint of a minty freshness from an almost-gone body wash was coming off of him from that forest of black hairs and the powerful, veiny, thick pole that grew from it. 

I opened wide and took the big cock head into my eager mouth. I felt his torso relax as he let his head lean back; his body unclenched as he was enjoying what I was doing to him.  I liked how he was letting me enjoy his cock how I wanted, letting me take my time, moving down the erect hot shaft of his penis at my own pace instead of shoving it down my throat until I choked. 

I slowly moved my lips down the long veiny shaft enjoying every inch, allowing the head of the dick to get closer to the back of my throat, getting eager for it to tickle the back of my mouth. I quickly pushed my mouth down hard, avoiding any teeth and allowing myself to choke for a moment on this lovely piece of meat, my eyes rolling back as I came back up for hair and a bit of spit and pre cum pulled away from my lips.

He slowly moved his arm from my shoulder down to my ass, and I knew what this meant. I unbuckled my belt and loosened my pants so that he could stick his hands inside and begin fondling my asscrack, fingering my eager gay hole while I continued to suck him off. 

As soon as he found my hole, he tenderly began sticking his finger inside of it.

I got up, turned around and braced myself with my two hands on the seat. The movie seat automatically popped up beneath me as I turned around. My pants fell, and my horny trick pulled down my underwear for me before the man got up and positioned himself behind me.

I saw him spitting on his fingers and getting my hole ready. I took one foot out of my shoe to spread my legs wide enough to brace myself for whatever was coming next. 

He inched his cock inside of me slowly at first, understanding all we had was spit, courage and only a little foreplay, making my hole so willing to take his dick but not logistically prepped to shove the hot cock in all at once. 

He pushed himself in at a pace I could appreciate. I slightly moaned to signal his rhythm was just to my liking, and he took my hips in his hands and rocked me around his cock until he was entirely inside of me. 

I was enjoying the penetration, no longer able to see the straight porn playing on the theater screen; the moans of the horny porn actress sounding just enough like a horny muscle twink getting pounded in some of my fave gay porn for me to feel aroused by the moment.

The horny male now started pounding into me hard; I could feel him from above spit over my hole right onto his rod to give himself a little less friction. He pumped his dick into me deeper and harder, and I closed my eyes, feeling every inch of him. In the darkness, I imagined his bright eyes squinting, working hard, sweat dripping down from his brow as he worked my hole.

I could feel him getting closer, and I wanted all of him in me now. I pulled in deeper, letting him know without words that I wanted his cum deep in my ass.

We remained silent, with just the sound of porn playing in the background. At this hour, the few other people in the theater left us alone. I soon felt the last few thrusts as he pushed his dick into me hard and gave me his entirety, deep into my guts. A wide smile crept across my face, feeling satisfied that I had submitted to this anonymous theater male and got him to deliver any last part of himself to me.

He stayed there momentarily before carefully pulling out as if handling a delicate machine. I felt his hand slide down the small of my back to signal I could stand up now, but also what felt like a non-verbal thank you. 

I pulled my pants up, and as I met the anonymous hunk, back in the reality of the moment, he had already quickly pulled his pants back up. In the quasi-darkness of the room, I thought I saw a faint smile on his lips, another non-verbal expression of thanks, before he hurried away from me.

The downstairs theater is the biggest and often gets so crowded that they open up another room upstairs sometimes; a spiral staircase leads you up to a landing where there are bathrooms and a seating area. From the landing, a ramp to another theater upstairs, which is much smaller. As such, there were always fewer people upstairs, and they’d always gravitate to the same corners to devour one another in the cover of darkness and the anonymous areas of the Cine SAVOY.

Whenever I tell my American friends about Cine SAVOY, I am always surprised at how they react. They react as if they’ve been to places like this before or as if it’s something everybody has done. Personally, I don’t know of any gay movie theaters in the United States that still operate, although I’m sure there are plenty.

But despite all the stories I’ve heard about gay cruising in New York in the past, the only palace where I’ve ever seen it happen in real life, in a palace of desire like Cine SAVOY, is Mexico City.