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. 

Baños Finisterre is an old-fashioned bathhouse in Downtown gay Mexico City that has become a major gay male cruising venue.

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. 

Written by Tracey Parker