Alexis Salto Del Agua

After checking all of my clothes at the door I was in my underwear and I was free to roam around and check out the scene. I had by black boxers on with pockets that would come in handy later in the night. I had a pouch attached to my ankle by an elastic band. My ex-boyfriend, Luis, had given this to me the last time we visited this club. It was the perfect accessory to carry poppers, lube, cash for a few beers, cigarettes, and maybe a condom. Years later after I lost it I would realize that these are sold by so many street vendors all along Avenida Arcos de Belen by Metro Salto del Agua.

The last time Luis and I had come here it was surreal, and I’d been dreaming of returning ever since. I wanted to make a ritual or habit out of going there at least every week. Two images stick in my mind from that night. The first was a short stocky guy with a frat boy look, curly hair and backwards baseball cap, walking around with his underwear pulled down just enough to expose his thick long hard penis. He had a huge smile on his face that was just looking around for whatever fun he could get into and I’m sure with that body and penis he found some very quickly. I saw him as Louis and I were leaving. Louis had to leave at 10:00 PM so that he could take the Metro all the way home to Xochimilco. 

We had arrived at 5 and by 10 the party had reached its peak. It was crowded and everybody was fucking, looking, and fucking some more. We were in a maze of small rooms. People were fucking inside of them, some with the doors open and some closed. The sound of sex mixed with the music, there was very little talking back in this part of the club. Men of all ages roamed the halls in both directions. It was like watching slow moving traffic crawl through the beltway back home where I am from. Tonight this club would stay open until 7 AM. Who knew how long the party would remain at that energy level but I was kind of disappointed to be leaving.

But I was dating Louis at the time. He loved the idea of having an older foreign boyfriend from The United States who would go to cruising clubs with him as a couple. I loved having a hot young anthropology student as my boyfriend who gave me tours around the city and brought me to workshops and cultural events at his University. We were a cute couple and we were having a good time. I wanted to be a good boyfriend and take him to the metro, but I also wanted to stay at that party and see what happened. I’m content with the decision I made. 

The second image I had in my mind was one from the dark room. I was sitting down on a bench and a beautiful dark young boy caught my eye. He had a body sculpted by Rodin and bright white eyes that stood out in the dark. He had entered with his clothes on but he had his shirt unbuttoned. Somebody had started fucking him from behind and I decided to offer him some poppers. He accepted, took a big whiff.  I sat and watched in a trance, fascinated as the poppers began to take effect on him. I watched him enter into a dream where everything happening became more significant. He focused on every fiber of his body that was being penetrated by the penis of the guy behind him. He then began to suck me off. My hands helped themselves to every inch of his sculpted body that they could touch, mostly his hips, the hair around his penis, and his penis itself. Some of the poppers had wafted into my nose as well and I was feeling the effects too. So many of the guys in the room had their own bottles open that a faint chemical smell permeated the room along with the strong smell of man, sex, and desire.

But this night wasn’t as intense. Louis wasn’t with me. We had broken up earlier on in the year. I was beginning to go to these parties again and I decided to return here to see if I could join the party where it left off. But the party seemed to have moved on to another place. That happens with Club Antifaz. It has stood the test of time much longer than most other house parties in Mexico City. It has its own commercial space so it’s not vulnerable to neighborhood complaints and other factors that often get in the way. Most Antifaz locations are open from sometime in the morning until 10PM so it’s more of a place to go and fuck after you get off work, take the metro home, and go to bed by midnight; than a place to stay at all night long like the orgy fiestas. But you could always count on there being a steady group of guys there at all hours prowling around looking for something.

What I was looking for hadn’t arrived yet. I drank some beers, smoked some cigarettes and waited. In Mexico you never have to wait long, but the wait can seem endless when your desire is strong. I made some laps around the maze keeping tabs on my second choices should I get impatient. I also scanned for those who had rejected me once to see if they would reconsider. After each lap I would peak beyond the curtain that separated this exotic space from the vestibule where the new arrivals checked their clothes in laundry bags before they entered in their underwear.

After a few peaks I saw what I had come here looking for. He was dark skinned, skinny, young. He modestly took off his shirt in the same way as all the boys I had watched change in locker rooms throughout my youth. But this boy wasn’t getting ready for gym practice. He was quietly and collectedly getting ready to offer me what those boys in the gym locker room had only denied.

The Mexican word for this is coger. It is used much more liberally in Mexico than in the United States. While casual sex is common among gay men in the United States, I notice we tend to use words like hook up, or slept together to talk about this particular type of activity more indirectly. 

I let the curtain close and began thinking about how I would go about pursuing him. I had been in this situation many times before but usually in the USA where the scene just isn’t quite as big. I was waiting for him to enter but I was worried that he’d end up with someone else. This feeling of scarcity is one that accompanied me in my gay life in the USA. It seemed like there just wasn’t enough to go around. It’s a rare feeling in Mexico where there is so much of everything for everybody, but it reemerges from time to time. I decided to take another lap to give him the chance to do a lap himself. Most guys don’t start fucking right away but rather prefer to scan all their options before starting with somebody. But as I was rounding off my first lap I saw that he was already inside of a cabina with 2 other guys.

Luckily there was room for me. As I entered I saw that the guy who was supposedly fucking the newcomer was actually trying to get hard enough to fuck. I pulled out my dick which fortunately was already ready to go. The boy started sucking me off but very quickly the top offered the boys fresh young brown ass to me. The boy looked up at me with his bright brown eyes as if begging me to accept. We traded places and the three onlookers left us alone together and went off somewhere else. I was alone with him. I was inside him. We were looking for some sort of sexy rhythm but we couldn’t get comfortable. We were still standing up and sex standing up is usually only for dark rooms. I knew there was a sofa around the corner that could accommodate us and I decided to pick him up and take him over there.

I took my seat on the couch, opened my legs wide and he got on his knees and started sucking me off. It didn’t last long. We had already blown swiftly passed the oral part of this encounter. We both wanted to fuck. He raised his head and allowed my cock to drop out of his mouth, looked up at me, the hungry look still in his eyes. He stood up so that my eyes looked straight into the middle of his body. This was the way I had wanted to consume him. His entire naked body completely before me wearing nothing but tennis shoes and socks. The slightest adjustment of my gaze and I could focus on his beautiful youthful face or downward toward his skinny middle and contoured lines of his hips drawing attention to where the dense forest of hairs began to sprout and all lead to his uncut penis which stuck out like a hood ornament. He placed his ankles on the back of the sofa and lowered himself down to my cock, he held onto my neck for balance. It happened automatically and then we became one of those beautiful images that people arrived at these places to see. Two boys one brown one white, both sweaty, on a couch in a dark corner vigorously fucking in a trance. Staring simultaneously into each others eyes as well as into the depths of each other’s desire, each other’s pasts, each other’s fears and the expectations placed upon each of us. We shed these off along with our clothes, along with the advice to wear condoms and only have sex in a relationship. We resisted all of this by just having fun. Just doing what felt good. His body twisting and bouncing all to play around with the incredible sensation of my cock touching some point of his deep inside his warm complicated body. 

We fucked around for quite a while and once we were tired we went to the bar, ordered some beers sat down at a table and talked a little bit. I sat there staring at him often thinking about how I had lucked out that night to have met him and to have won so much of his attention. We lost track of time. We retreated back in the maze and fucked some more but eventually we began talking about leaving. I told him he was welcome to join me in my apartment afterwords and he accepted. I would have been content to just leave and continue things at my place. But there was something inside him keeping him there, something I couldn’t understand. He had to take one more lap around to look and try to find something. I politely faked an indifference pretending like his compulsion to look for something else was neither rude or unusual. But there was something inside him that wasn’t quite ready to leave. Luckily for me at this hour the place was pretty empty and he never found much and after a few laps he was content to leave with me. 

It was pouring down rain outside, like most nights in Mexico City. Although it’s somewhat rare for it to be raining so late. It was around midnight. Across the street there was a taco stand with a crowd. I knew the tacos there were great and we were both starving. I began my order with 2 de Suadero, just to start, he immediately ordered cuatro. We each ordered a Boing de Guayaba. Nobody thought anything about the two of us being there together. We were just part of the eclectic mix of freaks who roam the rainy streets of downtown Mexico City on Friday nights.

There was still a very sexual vibe between us. when we arrived at my house. It takes awhile to leave the sexual energy of an orgy fiesta behind and return to normal. As soon as we got home we lay down on my bed. It had been so long since our last meal that we didn’t even feel full after eating so many tacos. He was now naked and asked me if I wanted to fuck him another time. I said yes just for the novelty. But the hot passion had warn off. I enjoyed it as much as I could and then we settled into our beds and went to bed. By this time it was raining lightly. It was chilly outside and inside my apartment too, but his extra body helped warm things up. Even still we lay under three handmade Mexican blankets, three pillows. His naked body lay in my arms and I could feel his breath and his chest rising and lowering as he started dreaming. I had to remind myself how much I had dreamed of this type of thing happening but I was never creative enough to be able to be this specific. Two perfect strangers from two different worlds, generations, cultures, yet creating something together even for one night. Was this what we were looking for or was it just a side effect along the way of a greater pursuit?

I woke up before him. This is usually what happens when guys sleep over. I went to the kitchen and cleaned up the dishes in the sink. Then returned to bed and fell asleep again. We probably got out of bed around noon. We were hungry again. We walked to the neighborhood Mercado for breakfast. He ordered chilaquiles and I ordered enchiladas de mole poblano. We shared a stack of pancakes and we each drank both coffee and orange juice. This was our first interaction fully clothed with our cellphones handy. He was glued to his but still found ways to involve me to my satisfaction. We took pictures of our food and of each other. He was probably posting his to instagram but I wasn’t sure because I wan’t even following him yet. I was already tired again after breakfast but him no. I wanted to take him to a museum. 

There are dozens of museums in Mexico City. Many of them are located in historical Spanish colonial mansions. The architecture of the mansions is just as impressive as the art itself. We decided to go to one housed in a Spanish colonial mansion owned by Citibanamex. The art collection as well was owned by Citibanamex. We took pictures of the art, he took pictures of me, I took pictures of him, the entire afternoon became an extension of instagram. We uploaded photos and watched our followers give us likes all through the afternoon. We walked down the pedestrian avenues and streets of central historical Mexico City. He was from Oaxaca, and I was from USA so neither of us really knew much about where we were. Only that we were experiencing something new together. 

Eventually we started to walk back home at around 5:00. On the way we passed the club where we had met last night. To my surprise he wanted to go in. Not to fuck each other but to look for sex. I wasn’t ready yet. He had already told me that he goes to a Saturday night party regularly in Santa Maria la Ribera. The club is called Gotha and Saturday is Twink night where twinks get in for 20 pesos. I really wanted to go there with him and going to another club now seemed unnecessary and excessive. He was too young to have come into contact with any of the limitations of the body like I had. He was too young to know that spending an afternoon in museums made you tired. He was too young to know that drinking and fucking all night made you hungover the next day. Everything about this weekend was turning out to be excessive but everybody has their limits and mine were much lower than his. We decided to go home, take a nap, wash up and head out to Gotha around 10PM.  

As soon as we got home I was so happy to be there. I pulled all the curtains closed but the strong Mexican sun still found a few ways through. The sparse light gave a very different feel to the apartment. We were cozy. I liked it better when it was just me and him. The sun was on its way down. It was still bright outside but I knew that when we woke up it would be dark. I was hoping I would have energy for all that lay ahead.  

The evening nap was the peak of intimacy for us or for me. He fell asleep right away but I couldn’t. I sat up in bed with the curtains closed blocking the setting sun from coming into the window. Later It would be blocking the darkness from the night. I got up, took a shower, washed my asshole, and brushed my teeth. I sat on the balcony a bit and watched the colors of Mexico as the day turned to night. The sun had already set but a burning orange light still lit up the city from behind the mountains. Mexico City is located in the center of a very mountainous part of the Americas. It sits in a valley in the middle of a ring of mountains, two of which are volcanoes one of which is always covered by snow. The colors were always intense, and the nights cold. I had a colorful hoody on over my bear chest. I smelled Alex all over me. Below I could see large groups of friends heading out to whatever parties awaited them. Some in their teens and many were my age. 

Before I knew it I heard noise inside. Alex was awake.He came out to the balcony and put his arms around me. It would be unreasonable to ask for a moment more perfect than this. I was on my balcony overlooking Mexico City, the mountains that surrounded it, under the sky that looked over us all and contained our collective dreams. The moon lit things up and my guy was hugging me from behind. He asked me if I was ready to go. I said yes. 

We put some clothes on but neither of us paid much attention to that we would wear because both of us knew that we’d be in our underwear all night. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, not even carrying a backpack for his weekend adventures. We walked down the stairs and outside my building into the street. We walked passed the street vendors on every corner. Each of them knew me as neighbors and I watched them take note of the new young boy that I had by my side. Lenin noticed that we weren’t headed to Salto del agua. 

Aren’t we going to switch lines at Pino Suarez he asked?

I prefer to take the green line and switch at Chabacano I told him. 

These types of chats were the currency that made us chilangos, or participants in this experience of Mexico City. For now, this was our city. This is where we lived, loved, fucked, fucked up, get hurt and get well. 

We had to switch lines at Metro Chabacano. We followed the hoards of people down long straight corridors with Aztec art hanging on the walls and above us. We followed the corridors over the pedestrian bridge that crossed Calzada del Tlalpan. By the time we got to the blue line the hoards had thinned out a bit. The remaining people rode a couple of escalators down to the platform that sat in the middle of the highway where the platform was. All of us were under a giant canopy but the sides were completely open air. From the top of the escalators we could see the mountains of Mexico City dotted with tiny lights all over them. The white and red lines form the cars on the highway and as always more people. Alexis was walking so modestly. Not like the sex god who would soon walk around a club fucking. You would have thought we were going to school we were so mellow and calm. Two beings living in this city of diversions. 

On the way from the metro to the club we walked silently. But as we got near Alexis confided in me and told me that he always got very nervous before these parties.

“Why?” I asked him.

“I don’t know,” he said.