Thermas Sauna in Barcelona Mini Trip Report

[vinapu]

On 3/24/2026 at 6:49 PM, Keithambrose said:

I'm sure we all like them!

+1

[Latbear4blk]

4 hours ago, floridarob said:

Gay world is smaller than we think

And paid sex gay world is microscopic. 

[numazu]

Afternoon Interlude: Gotta Stick to What Works

Something I notice about Thermas Barcelona is just the sheer size of it. Maybe it wasn’t full, which made it feel bigger, but either way, it’s easy to disappear in this place without any effort. The free cabins are useful for that, sure, but there are also plenty of nooks and crannies tucked just out of sight—away from the bar, for example.

Because this sauna basically runs 24/7, those hidden spots become prime real estate for certain “homeless” boys—guys who don’t really have anywhere to go, especially when they first arrive in Barcelona. I’m sure that after a few €50 sessions with clients, those unhoused boys can start putting something together with their life and actually rebuild.

I’ve seen this phenomenon everywhere, but especially in Colombia. Venezuelan boys—young enough, hot enough, hung enough or bootylicious enough—flee their country’s impossible economy and try to start over in Colombia. Colombia has its own thing going on with webcam studios—Chaturbate, LiveJasmin, OnlyFans—all of it feeding into what’s basically a decentralized porn industry studio system. These "studios" are usually headquartered in residential houses, with bedrooms converted into sex sets that double as actual bedrooms to sleep in when not in use. A lot of these boys, broke when they arrive, end up sleeping there until they can save enough for a place of their own.

Brazil has a version of this too. Some saunas, or even some homes owned by sauna managers and owners, act like halfway houses for boys coming out of favelas or other Brazilian states. Some saunas even advertise this setup as a way to attract fresh meat.

Pedro—my ex-Brazilian—took advantage of this at Thermas.

As I settle back at the bar, waiting for my cum to regenerate and enjoying a well-earned drink, a boy-next-door type waves at me from across the room to get my attention. He’s decent-looking—not stunning like some of the others, but not bad. OK body—not fat, not ripped, no abs, but serviceable. He’s got a beard, which works for me. Overall, pleasant enough.

I wave him over. He asks if he can get a drink—I nod and motion to the bartender. Whisky, straight. He pulls up a stool close to mine and sits.

We start talking. His Spanish is decent, and he tries some English, not very successfully, but he keeps trying. Then he starts his pitch—shows me his cock (not huge, not small). I tell him no, but I appreciate the offer. We keep chatting, and I find out he’s Romanian.

That catches my attention. I’ve never knowingly been with a Romanian before.

He picks up on that slight shift in interest and tries again. I say no again—this time softer. He’s actually kind of endearing. Could be fun. But there are a lot of other options here—guys with more to offer: better looks, bigger cocks, the usual. I’m just not in the mood for him.

Then comes the final move—the sob story. He says he’s homeless, arrived a month ago, couldn’t find regular work, so now he’s here. Doesn’t have enough money to go back to Romania, so he’s trying to save up for a ticket.

I ask if he’s staying with friends. He says no—he sleeps in the sauna.

I ask if management allows that. He says it’s informal. Most of the time, they don’t mind.

But not all the time. On Saturdays—today—the boys have to leave at 10 PM and can’t come back until noon Sunday. That’s when the sauna flips into a regular gay party space—DJ, drugs, sex, the whole thing, within the sauna confines.

So I ask him where he goes.

He says other saunas—Sauna Casanova or Sauna Bruc. Both within walking distance. I didn’t even realize there were other spots like this in Barcelona. He says they’re not really “boy saunas,” but he still manages to get business there.

Times are hard. You adapt.

I tell him I appreciate the company, but he should probably get to work before they’re kicked out at 10. It’s already 6 PM. He looks disappointed.

Maybe another time, I’d have the headspace for him. But right now, I’m hunting for something else.

I turn my attention back to the bar and notice two boys standing over a client they clearly know. One’s very twinky—not my type. The other, though—more twunk. Great Latin face, smooth muscle, not bulky but clearly worked, insane abs, great ass. No beard, but it works. He’s wearing white underwear instead of a towel, which already sets him apart.

Maybe I was staring, because he suddenly hugs the client, gives him a deep kiss, and then makes his way straight to me.

Argentinian. 25. Magnetic as hell.

He knows exactly how to present himself—angles, posture, timing. No hesitation with contact. He gets close immediately, touching me, stroking my neck, then kisses me without asking.

Deep. Slow. Intense. One of those full-on, French kisses that just keeps going longer than you expect—and longer than you probably deserve.

Okay. So this is how Latinos kiss.

There’s nothing else like it. Not here.

He asks about my preferences—I don’t even think he listens to the answer. Just smiles and says, “I do it all.”

And yeah—he means it. He’s already grinding against me where I’m sitting.

I finish my drink fast. At that point, my dick has already made the decision.

He asks if I want a free cabin or a paid room. I know about the paid rooms but haven’t tried them yet. Figured—why not now, why not with him?

We head upstairs to reception. I ask for a room with a private shower. The receptionist hands me a key. The Argentinian grabs it, checks it, and leads me back down.

The room is tucked away in one of the hidden corridors. Decent size. This one has a dungeon setup and a sling.

Maybe he plans to use everything?

And then the deed. No exaggeration—he delivers. Fully. Kisses like it matters, sucks like it’s his last meal, gives it like a madman, takes it like a champ. No clock-watching. Orders drinks mid-session. Even pauses for conversation before switching things up—like an intermission before the next act.

Five stars. Easily one of the best I’ve had—and that’s saying something.

Latinos just know what they’re doing.

One thing I really appreciated about the private room: the en-suite shower. Makes a huge difference when you’re switching roles and need a quick reset mid-session.

I give him €100. Honestly, I should’ve given more.

He came, so technically the rate was fair. But still—I like rewarding performance. Good attitude, good energy, good delivery. Same way I treat my employees back home.

And that kind of generosity? It tends to come back tenfold the next time.

Next: a threesome, if you can believe it.

[Keithambrose]

1 hour ago, numazu said:

Next: a threesome, if you can believe it

I'll try!

[Wolfer]

3 hours ago, numazu said:

Afternoon Interlude: Gotta Stick to What Works

Something I notice about Thermas Barcelona is just the sheer size of it. Maybe it wasn’t full, which made it feel bigger, but either way, it’s easy to disappear in this place without any effort. The free cabins are useful for that, sure, but there are also plenty of nooks and crannies tucked just out of sight—away from the bar, for example.

Because this sauna basically runs 24/7, those hidden spots become prime real estate for certain “homeless” boys—guys who don’t really have anywhere to go, especially when they first arrive in Barcelona. I’m sure that after a few €50 sessions with clients, those unhoused boys can start putting something together with their life and actually rebuild.

I’ve seen this phenomenon everywhere, but especially in Colombia. Venezuelan boys—young enough, hot enough, hung enough or bootylicious enough—flee their country’s impossible economy and try to start over in Colombia. Colombia has its own thing going on with webcam studios—Chaturbate, LiveJasmin, OnlyFans—all of it feeding into what’s basically a decentralized porn industry studio system. These "studios" are usually headquartered in residential houses, with bedrooms converted into sex sets that double as actual bedrooms to sleep in when not in use. A lot of these boys, broke when they arrive, end up sleeping there until they can save enough for a place of their own.

Brazil has a version of this too. Some saunas, or even some homes owned by sauna managers and owners, act like halfway houses for boys coming out of favelas or other Brazilian states. Some saunas even advertise this setup as a way to attract fresh meat.

Pedro—my ex-Brazilian—took advantage of this at Thermas.

As I settle back at the bar, waiting for my cum to regenerate and enjoying a well-earned drink, a boy-next-door type waves at me from across the room to get my attention. He’s decent-looking—not stunning like some of the others, but not bad. OK body—not fat, not ripped, no abs, but serviceable. He’s got a beard, which works for me. Overall, pleasant enough.

I wave him over. He asks if he can get a drink—I nod and motion to the bartender. Whisky, straight. He pulls up a stool close to mine and sits.

We start talking. His Spanish is decent, and he tries some English, not very successfully, but he keeps trying. Then he starts his pitch—shows me his cock (not huge, not small). I tell him no, but I appreciate the offer. We keep chatting, and I find out he’s Romanian.

That catches my attention. I’ve never knowingly been with a Romanian before.

He picks up on that slight shift in interest and tries again. I say no again—this time softer. He’s actually kind of endearing. Could be fun. But there are a lot of other options here—guys with more to offer: better looks, bigger cocks, the usual. I’m just not in the mood for him.

Then comes the final move—the sob story. He says he’s homeless, arrived a month ago, couldn’t find regular work, so now he’s here. Doesn’t have enough money to go back to Romania, so he’s trying to save up for a ticket.

I ask if he’s staying with friends. He says no—he sleeps in the sauna.

I ask if management allows that. He says it’s informal. Most of the time, they don’t mind.

But not all the time. On Saturdays—today—the boys have to leave at 10 PM and can’t come back until noon Sunday. That’s when the sauna flips into a regular gay party space—DJ, drugs, sex, the whole thing, within the sauna confines.

So I ask him where he goes.

He says other saunas—Sauna Casanova or Sauna Bruc. Both within walking distance. I didn’t even realize there were other spots like this in Barcelona. He says they’re not really “boy saunas,” but he still manages to get business there.

Times are hard. You adapt.

I tell him I appreciate the company, but he should probably get to work before they’re kicked out at 10. It’s already 6 PM. He looks disappointed.

Maybe another time, I’d have the headspace for him. But right now, I’m hunting for something else.

I turn my attention back to the bar and notice two boys standing over a client they clearly know. One’s very twinky—not my type. The other, though—more twunk. Great Latin face, smooth muscle, not bulky but clearly worked, insane abs, great ass. No beard, but it works. He’s wearing white underwear instead of a towel, which already sets him apart.

Maybe I was staring, because he suddenly hugs the client, gives him a deep kiss, and then makes his way straight to me.

Argentinian. 25. Magnetic as hell.

He knows exactly how to present himself—angles, posture, timing. No hesitation with contact. He gets close immediately, touching me, stroking my neck, then kisses me without asking.

Deep. Slow. Intense. One of those full-on, French kisses that just keeps going longer than you expect—and longer than you probably deserve.

Okay. So this is how Latinos kiss.

There’s nothing else like it. Not here.

He asks about my preferences—I don’t even think he listens to the answer. Just smiles and says, “I do it all.”

And yeah—he means it. He’s already grinding against me where I’m sitting.

I finish my drink fast. At that point, my dick has already made the decision.

He asks if I want a free cabin or a paid room. I know about the paid rooms but haven’t tried them yet. Figured—why not now, why not with him?

We head upstairs to reception. I ask for a room with a private shower. The receptionist hands me a key. The Argentinian grabs it, checks it, and leads me back down.

The room is tucked away in one of the hidden corridors. Decent size. This one has a dungeon setup and a sling.

Maybe he plans to use everything?

And then the deed. No exaggeration—he delivers. Fully. Kisses like it matters, sucks like it’s his last meal, gives it like a madman, takes it like a champ. No clock-watching. Orders drinks mid-session. Even pauses for conversation before switching things up—like an intermission before the next act.

Five stars. Easily one of the best I’ve had—and that’s saying something.

Latinos just know what they’re doing.

One thing I really appreciated about the private room: the en-suite shower. Makes a huge difference when you’re switching roles and need a quick reset mid-session.

I give him €100. Honestly, I should’ve given more.

He came, so technically the rate was fair. But still—I like rewarding performance. Good attitude, good energy, good delivery. Same way I treat my employees back home.

And that kind of generosity? It tends to come back tenfold the next time.

Next: a threesome, if you can believe it.

I almost thought I knew who the guy was, but the guy I have in mind doesn't bottom. Did you get his name? It actually helps the boys out if you mention their names if you had a good experience. I have purposefully looked for guys recommended on here. 

I didn't know there was a room with a shower in it! 

Really looking forward how you set up the threesome and how it went! 

[young11]

8 hours ago, numazu said:

Afternoon Interlude: Gotta Stick to What Works

Something I notice about Thermas Barcelona is just the sheer size of it. Maybe it wasn’t full, which made it feel bigger, but either way, it’s easy to disappear in this place without any effort. The free cabins are useful for that, sure, but there are also plenty of nooks and crannies tucked just out of sight—away from the bar, for example.

Because this sauna basically runs 24/7, those hidden spots become prime real estate for certain “homeless” boys—guys who don’t really have anywhere to go, especially when they first arrive in Barcelona. I’m sure that after a few €50 sessions with clients, those unhoused boys can start putting something together with their life and actually rebuild.

I’ve seen this phenomenon everywhere, but especially in Colombia. Venezuelan boys—young enough, hot enough, hung enough or bootylicious enough—flee their country’s impossible economy and try to start over in Colombia. Colombia has its own thing going on with webcam studios—Chaturbate, LiveJasmin, OnlyFans—all of it feeding into what’s basically a decentralized porn industry studio system. These "studios" are usually headquartered in residential houses, with bedrooms converted into sex sets that double as actual bedrooms to sleep in when not in use. A lot of these boys, broke when they arrive, end up sleeping there until they can save enough for a place of their own.

Brazil has a version of this too. Some saunas, or even some homes owned by sauna managers and owners, act like halfway houses for boys coming out of favelas or other Brazilian states. Some saunas even advertise this setup as a way to attract fresh meat.

Pedro—my ex-Brazilian—took advantage of this at Thermas.

As I settle back at the bar, waiting for my cum to regenerate and enjoying a well-earned drink, a boy-next-door type waves at me from across the room to get my attention. He’s decent-looking—not stunning like some of the others, but not bad. OK body—not fat, not ripped, no abs, but serviceable. He’s got a beard, which works for me. Overall, pleasant enough.

I wave him over. He asks if he can get a drink—I nod and motion to the bartender. Whisky, straight. He pulls up a stool close to mine and sits.

We start talking. His Spanish is decent, and he tries some English, not very successfully, but he keeps trying. Then he starts his pitch—shows me his cock (not huge, not small). I tell him no, but I appreciate the offer. We keep chatting, and I find out he’s Romanian.

That catches my attention. I’ve never knowingly been with a Romanian before.

He picks up on that slight shift in interest and tries again. I say no again—this time softer. He’s actually kind of endearing. Could be fun. But there are a lot of other options here—guys with more to offer: better looks, bigger cocks, the usual. I’m just not in the mood for him.

Then comes the final move—the sob story. He says he’s homeless, arrived a month ago, couldn’t find regular work, so now he’s here. Doesn’t have enough money to go back to Romania, so he’s trying to save up for a ticket.

I ask if he’s staying with friends. He says no—he sleeps in the sauna.

I ask if management allows that. He says it’s informal. Most of the time, they don’t mind.

But not all the time. On Saturdays—today—the boys have to leave at 10 PM and can’t come back until noon Sunday. That’s when the sauna flips into a regular gay party space—DJ, drugs, sex, the whole thing, within the sauna confines.

So I ask him where he goes.

He says other saunas—Sauna Casanova or Sauna Bruc. Both within walking distance. I didn’t even realize there were other spots like this in Barcelona. He says they’re not really “boy saunas,” but he still manages to get business there.

Times are hard. You adapt.

I tell him I appreciate the company, but he should probably get to work before they’re kicked out at 10. It’s already 6 PM. He looks disappointed.

Maybe another time, I’d have the headspace for him. But right now, I’m hunting for something else.

I turn my attention back to the bar and notice two boys standing over a client they clearly know. One’s very twinky—not my type. The other, though—more twunk. Great Latin face, smooth muscle, not bulky but clearly worked, insane abs, great ass. No beard, but it works. He’s wearing white underwear instead of a towel, which already sets him apart.

Maybe I was staring, because he suddenly hugs the client, gives him a deep kiss, and then makes his way straight to me.

Argentinian. 25. Magnetic as hell.

He knows exactly how to present himself—angles, posture, timing. No hesitation with contact. He gets close immediately, touching me, stroking my neck, then kisses me without asking.

Deep. Slow. Intense. One of those full-on, French kisses that just keeps going longer than you expect—and longer than you probably deserve.

Okay. So this is how Latinos kiss.

There’s nothing else like it. Not here.

He asks about my preferences—I don’t even think he listens to the answer. Just smiles and says, “I do it all.”

And yeah—he means it. He’s already grinding against me where I’m sitting.

I finish my drink fast. At that point, my dick has already made the decision.

He asks if I want a free cabin or a paid room. I know about the paid rooms but haven’t tried them yet. Figured—why not now, why not with him?

We head upstairs to reception. I ask for a room with a private shower. The receptionist hands me a key. The Argentinian grabs it, checks it, and leads me back down.

The room is tucked away in one of the hidden corridors. Decent size. This one has a dungeon setup and a sling.

Maybe he plans to use everything?

And then the deed. No exaggeration—he delivers. Fully. Kisses like it matters, sucks like it’s his last meal, gives it like a madman, takes it like a champ. No clock-watching. Orders drinks mid-session. Even pauses for conversation before switching things up—like an intermission before the next act.

Five stars. Easily one of the best I’ve had—and that’s saying something.

Latinos just know what they’re doing.

One thing I really appreciated about the private room: the en-suite shower. Makes a huge difference when you’re switching roles and need a quick reset mid-session.

I give him €100. Honestly, I should’ve given more.

He came, so technically the rate was fair. But still—I like rewarding performance. Good attitude, good energy, good delivery. Same way I treat my employees back home.

And that kind of generosity? It tends to come back tenfold the next time.

Next: a threesome, if you can believe it.

Wow amazing. Is he new? I haven't seen any Argentinians at thermas. What was his name?

Also for the sake of the rest of us, please don't inflate the rate by splurging around at thermas. I totally get the feeling, when I first visited I felt 50 was too cheap but eventually learned that they are very happy with 50, even in 2026. Of course I tip when the performance is good but not double the rate 😂 usually around 70...

[numazu]

On 3/24/2026 at 5:15 PM, floridarob said:

But of few words in person, can barely keep your attention for a couple of minutes before you're running towards the next victim conquest 😝

Like I told you many times before, I did not fly thousands of miles to fraternize with gringos. I'm kind of kidding but it's kind of true. While it is nice to catch up with friends with like-minded people, once a handsome plops his giant penis on our table, you know where my attention is going to.

Still, hoping to see you soon, even if I know you are also circling the globe as I am.

16 hours ago, Latbear4blk said:

And paid sex gay world is microscopic. 

So true. Free sex options is still much more plentiful as well thank goodness.

6 hours ago, Wolfer said:

I almost thought I knew who the guy was, but the guy I have in mind doesn't bottom. Did you get his name? It actually helps the boys out if you mention their names if you had a good experience. I have purposefully looked for guys recommended on here. 

I didn't know there was a room with a shower in it! 

Really looking forward how you set up the threesome and how it went! 

And I eventually discovered that most of the rooms did not have an en-suite shower, which was strange to me.

I didn't get his name, and as this is my second day I have no idea if he was new or not. My guess is not, since he did seem overly familiar with some clients. I am thinking he is very popular.

As it is well known here I am iffy with recommending specific guys for people to try out. I've tried this a few times and both times the clients have come back to me saying " well I thought he would do this," or "he's not worth what you paid him." My advice is always YMMV (your mileage may vary), and you and I are different and the boy will treat you differently than I so to avoid this I try to avoid recommendations. If I know you personally and know how your are and like, and I see you at the sauna then I could make a better recommendation, and I do, for people I know.

2 hours ago, young11 said:

Wow amazing. Is he new? I haven't seen any Argentinians at thermas. What was his name?

Also for the sake of the rest of us, please don't inflate the rate by splurging around at thermas. I totally get the feeling, when I first visited I felt 50 was too cheap but eventually learned that they are very happy with 50, even in 2026. Of course I tip when the performance is good but not double the rate 😂 usually around 70...

I met another Argentinian in the sauna during this trip, so there are at least two that I know. 

Scouring this forum and COM my understanding was 50 is the base and 100 is for cumming. I meant to do increases in multiple of 10s (60, 70, 80), but didn't plan well and all my ATM withdrawal spat out was euros in only 50 note increments.  I'll keep in mind to get smaller bills going forward.

Having said that, the subject of pay is a fairly controversial one here in the forums. Of course the majority would want the rates to be as low as can be. I support that as well, and would not want to spoil it for everyone. I think tho that my extra 30 measly euros paid to one boy would not spoil the whole market. The market would regulate itself if the majority still pays the understood rate. Point taken tho, and will look to balance what my wallet can afford with what the market is accustomed to.

Though, the lower pay does manifest itself it other ways. There is a reason that the quality of boys in the Brazil saunas have seen a drop off on boy quality through the years. And I have heard that Thermas is not immune to this as well. The online market (through rentmen, Hunqz, garotocomlocal), seems to pay more than in the saunas, and you have to cover this disparity with volume of clients, which you sometimes get at the saunas. At some point the higher quality boys will give up on the saunas and focus on where the money is. There are other factors for this of course - for example, sauna rejection is a constant humiliation ritual for the boys, some boys can't post their ads online because of familial or public fears, the annoyance of receiving endless messages from clients online that don't follow through - but generally the boys follow where the most money is. I like going to saunas because it is an overall experience you are signing up for, and to me the sex act seems to be more of an afterthought - albeit a very important one, so i will keep going to them.

[floridarob]

16 minutes ago, numazu said:

Like I told you many times before, I did not fly thousands of miles to fraternize with gringos.

I'll keep this in mind, but it happens when we're at dinner with you too 😬