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 😬

[12is12]

Numazu,

With ur permission I humbly suggest u might reconsider ur no-recommendations policy.

The fact that some here don't undrstnd the YMMV concept, shouldn't deprive the rest of us AND the deserving providers of benificial referals.

Most of us would prefer to choose a guy who has been vetted for passionate service...  

[Keithambrose]

1 hour ago, 12is12 said:

Numazu,

With ur permission I humbly suggest u might reconsider ur no-recommendations policy.

The fact that some here don't undrstnd the YMMV concept, shouldn't deprive the rest of us AND the deserving providers of benificial referals.

Most of us would prefer to choose a guy who has been vetted for passionate service...  

YMMV   ??

[young11]

7 hours ago, numazu said:

 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.

Thanks for the thoughtful reply. A few points: 

1. If you need smaller bills you can ask the receptionist. I saw some boys go there and get changes. And I did it once when I needed a smaller bill 

2. I agree with your assessment of Brazilian saunas. I went there a year ago and I was so disappointed with sauna scenes there. First, the boys are not trying to charge much higher rates. Sauna rates in Brazil are rarely fixed and boys try to play games. Often they are not very smart with these games but who am I to judge. But in the long run these games destroy the scene to a certain degree. I had much better experiences via online hiring for the same rate that sauna guys were trying to charge me. But this was during the Christmas time and I am not a familiar face there. Third, the interactive boy shows really changed the dynamics for me at least.

3. The rate in the US has increased to a bit of insane level after COVID. US always had higher rates than Europe but the discrepancy got larger after COVID. The rates in Europe have increased quite a bit as well but Thermas kept its magical 50e so long. I think for us visitors 50e looks very cheap while for locals from Barcelona it probably doesn't look that way. Even hiring online has been very reasonable in Spain, with many guys offer 50-70e for 30 min even in Barcelona.

[vinapu]

2 hours ago, Keithambrose said:

YMMV   ??

Your Mileage May Vary as below

10 hours ago, numazu said:

My advice is always YMMV (your mileage may vary),

 

[numazu]

The evening hour: Is three truly a crowd?

I’ve talked about this topic many times over. Who doesn’t want an orgy where you’re the center of attention? I’ve had my fair share of threesomes in the past—free guys, free-and-paid combos, and all paid. To some limited success, sadly. There is always going to be some politics behind every threesome, no matter how understanding everyone thinks they are about each other’s roles. The politics of being the third wheel in a boyfriend sandwich, for example, risks having pre-existing drama between the pair play out in the scene. Pairing two rent boys together, without knowing if they play well with each other, risks frustration—with you having to commandeer the whole situation just to guarantee yourself your intended result.

Unless you have three utterly versatile individuals, or an overly active top with two bottoms eager to please and be pleased, there’s always some element of taking direction from someone in the trio—or a turn-taking aspect to the scene. What if one person is getting all the attention from another? Sometimes the third gets left out and has to awkwardly wait their turn. Threesomes seem excellent on paper—the promise of more bodies, more cocks, more orgasms—but the reality, at least for me, doesn’t deliver as well as a focused, direct, and deep connection with one individual.

Which is not to say I don’t like threesomes. I do, and I usually welcome the opportunity when it presents itself, but it’s rare that I seek it out. It’s always someone on Grindr, for example—after messaging me and agreeing to meet—who then asks if I want to add a third, usually someone specific they already have in mind. Oftentimes, that person can’t host, and I can, so they conveniently use my place for their orgy needs. If the offer sounds fishy or the third is fugly, then I won’t go through with it. But in the rare times that everything checks out, I find that saying yes more often than not turns out to be fun.

With rent boys, I definitely never seek out a threesome. I like to discover these treasures one cock at a time, and with a threesome you tend to get limbs tangled up—hardly intimate. When it does happen, it’s usually with a boy I’ve known before. He already knows my wants and needs, and when he—or we—invite a third, it’s done with full consultation between both parties, not just me, the paying one. Usually, my rent boy friend preps the third beforehand so everything runs smoothly.

So here I am. It’s almost 8 PM at Thermas, minding my own business, drinking my fourth Jack and Diet of the day. I know I’ve already come three times today—once with the Spaniard at the hotel, and twice with Thermas boys. Three is usually my limit before I call it a day. But at 8 PM, I’m not ready to leave yet. It still feels too early to call it a night.

I notice the sauna has considerably emptied out after 8 PM. That seems to be the unofficial cutoff for most punters and boys here. Still, there are a few lingering—mostly Europeans, some Latinos—hanging around the bar. Man-guide, the Albanian who was my first lay here yesterday, is sitting close-ish to me, watching football on TV. He turns, stands up, hugs me, and asks how I’m doing.

We get into a conversation for a bit before he offers his services again. I decline, saying I’m tired and just hanging out. Still, I’m reminded he has the exact look I go for but rarely find: working-class type, fit but not overly roided or gym-obsessed—just naturally built from good genes and real physical work. Tall, bearded, nice gray eyes. He reminds me of every hot dad I see at Disneyland. Fertile dad energy. And he still holds the award for thickest cock out of everyone I’ve been with so far in Barcelona.

“Do you still not kiss?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

He confirms—no kissing, no sucking.

But then he proposes a threesome. He says he’ll find a boy who can do the kissing and sucking for him. He leans in close, grabs me, and whispers the rest of his pitch—this boy will be gorgeous, have a great ass for us to fuck, and will kiss me and suck both of us. He delivers it slowly, deliberately. I can feel his hot breath in my ear.

And somehow, it’s working.

I tell him maybe—it depends on the boy. I have to like him. He stands up, tells me to wait, and bolts upstairs.

He comes back with an even taller guy. Early to mid-20s. Smooth babyface, lean, well-built body. Alabaster white skin that practically begs to be touched. He’s wearing shorts and shoes but no shirt—probably on his way out when the Albanian intercepted him. He sits next to me, shakes my hand, asks my name and where I’m from.

“Good looking, yes?” the Albanian says.

I silently agree.

Turns out the guy is Colombian, which I wouldn’t have guessed. He speaks English, which helps. Honestly, if I were alone, I’d just take him for myself. But here we are.

We head up to reception. The Colombian goes to change into a towel. I book the suite with the shower again—might as well do it right.

All three of us head down. Door closes. Locks. The Albanian pulls out a fistful of condoms and lube packets, tossing them on the bed like he’s done this a hundred times. Then he starts giving instructions—who’s topping (us), who’s bottoming (him), what I like. He asks the Colombian if he’s on PrEP. He nods. That answers that.

The Colombian hops in the shower.

While we wait, the Albanian takes off my towel and tells me to lie down. No oils, just a quick, rough massage—enough to get things going. It works.

The Colombian comes back, and while I’m facing down, he starts touching my ass. More instructions from the Albanian, and soon enough, the Colombian is rimming me. Then sucking. Then the Colombian sucks both of us.

The Albanian has me sit up and tells the Colombian to kiss me. Finally. He lubes me up, then the Colombian. Before long, he tells the Colombian to sit on me—and he does, confidently, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

This goes on for a while, with the Albanian calling every shot—including mine. It’s a bit weird, honestly. Takes away some spontaneity. But the Colombian is fully game.

I finish with the Colombian sucking me off while the Albanian fucks him from behind. The visual alone is worth it—straight out of a porno. After a few more thrusts, the Albanian pulls out, aims, and finishes across my chest.

A successful threesome—with a touch of Albanian control freak energy.

I shower in the suite. When I come out, they’re casually talking football like nothing just happened. We leave the room grinning.

Worth it.

I pull out 150 euros—everything I have left from my withdrawal yesterday. 100 to the Albanian, the mastermind. 50 to the Colombian. I have a feeling I’ll see him again.

Next up: Sunday funday.

[Chucky]

On 3/25/2026 at 9:56 PM, numazu said:

The Afternoon: Not all that glitters is gold

So, I was still fresh client meat for these boys, as I noticed more guys coming up to me that  I hadn’t seen last night. As I waited for Mike the Russian, three boys came up to me to make their sales pitch.

The first one was a cute, fit, slim-ish Colombian. His pitch to me was pretty good—he spoke English, got really close so I could feel his smooth skin against mine, and went in for a very deep kiss that almost had me… until I remembered my goal was just inches away, and I was willing to wait.

The second one was a Greek guy—bearded, light brown hair, white skin, and a pretty lean body with abs. He seemed chill and not too pushy, and his dick, when he showed it to me, was pretty big. But he said he didn’t kiss, so I had to pass for now.

There was a third guy—another Colombian—tall, muscular, bearded, some tattoos, fairly handsome. I was about to talk to him when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the client with the Russian had stood up and started to leave. I shifted my focus back to Mike to see how he was.

After a few sentences in Spanish, Mike the Russian switched to English—broken but intelligible, definitely good enough for what I needed to know from him. He asked where I was from, probably the most commonly asked question at the sauna—asked by both the boys and the clients, to each other and to everyone else. A truly international sauna, probably dominated by Latinos (Brazil and Colombia for sure), but with guys from all over Europe and South America. This trip, I still had to meet boys from Asia, North America, or even Australia. Seems like something I should do further research on.

Some more small talk from the Russian—when I got here, how my trip was, when I was leaving Barcelona. As we traded sentences, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. Definitely no older than 22—really young—with the boyish voice to match. Gray or green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a boyish haircut. When he smiled, it really showed how young he was.

I got down to brass tacks, asking what he did behind closed doors. Only top, kissed a bit, promised a good time. Easy sell. I knew I was getting him even before he turned my way. The beauty of it? Dirt cheap to try—50 euros.

He asked for a Red Bull, which seems like the drink of choice for the boys. And the place had really picked up in the last hour. Lots of guys milling around, clients coming and going. Saturday afternoon seems like a good time to be here. I’ve heard the place is open 24 hours. I’m sure it’s not this crowded in the wee hours of the morning, but it’s nice to have options it being open at those hours, something you can't say about the Brazil saunas. It could even double as a love hotel if you think about it— for 24 euros each.

As he finished his Red Bull, I let him know I was ready. He grabbed some condoms and lube, and off we went. We found a free cabin on the second floor, and he quickly undressed, showing a decent-sized penis—not like the monsters I’d seen earlier, but with him it was the whole package that counted. He kissed me—slightly tepid, not like how the Latinos do it. Just a tad disappointing but what can you do.

Some foreplay, more kisses. Soon enough, the condom and lube came out—his signal he was ready. After some success topping me, he pulled out, and like on cue that it was time for me to finish, and  I did—pretty plentiful, I might add, and even he was impressed— but of course with some help from him. Overall, decent lay. Great visuals—watching him thrust, kiss my body, use his dick—it was hot. Maybe lacking a bit of passion, but I guess that was his schtick.

But, not bad for 50 euros. A guy like this would cost more on apps or sites. This sauna gives you a chance to sample all sorts without breaking the bank. I imagine you could dangle more cash at the boy and get a better performance. If I were really into him, maybe I would have—but this trip was about sampling what the sauna had to offer, so it was time to move on.

I showered with him—seemed like the custom—exchanged a bit more small talk, then we headed back up to the locker area. I grabbed 50 euros from my wallet, handed it to him, and he was on his way. Later, I noticed he had changed into his street clothes and left soon after. It was only 5:45 PM. I guess he’d made enough for the day. I wondered how much a full night with him would cost. As I watched that teen heartthrob walk out, I figured I’d never know.

I headed back down a floor and checked out the labyrinth—clients and boys milling around. Then I heard my name again.

“Numazu!” some dark, muscular figure called out.

I couldn’t see clearly—the lighting on this floor wasn’t great for faces, only for penises—so I motioned for him to follow me down to the bar.

He followed. When I turned around at the bar, I saw him clearly. Brazilian, for sure—a mountain of a man. Big muscles, probably juiced to hell, bearded, and handsome. I didn’t recognize him, but he might’ve been a hire at Lagoa or 117 at some point. I feel like I’ve fucked a thousand Brazilians by now.

We sat down, and he explained how we knew each other. Said we met around 2018 or 2019— and he’s been in Barcelona for five years. Claimed we hooked up at least four or five times in Lagoa. Said I even bought him dinner once. I felt bad—I still couldn’t remember. You’d think I would remember a muscle-bound cutie like him, but I didn’t.

After some reminiscing about Brazil and his life in Barcelona (better money, better quality of life), he turned the nostalgia into a business pitch. Asked if we could do it again, lifting his towel to remind me what I liked. Big cock—already hard, pointed right at me.

I told him I had just finished, so maybe later, if at all. After a few more tries, he gave up, wished me well, and went back upstairs to find someone more willing.  Again, if it was any other day I would have had him, but I was in Europe, trying out this sauna. If I wanted Brazilians I would go to Brazil. Here, he would have to wait in line with all the other nationalities that were on display here.

After he left I wondered if I really spend too much time in rent boy spaces. It's one thing to visit a rent boy establishment everyday while you're on vacay, it's another thing to be recognized by not just one, but two rent boys you fucked 8500 km from where you are. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed. Most probably both.

At the bar, I ordered my usual—Jack and Diet—and sat there, quietly toasting myself to my top-notch promiscuity and hedonism. There are no prizes for that, no trophies to be had, only the trophy boys that were for the picking here at Thermas.

Next up: two more encounters to talk about.

I feel like we should have met at some point, we have very similar tastes even as far as the same drink!!