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I just got in from an amazing time at P11 ( sometimes known as Planetario XI). I walked in around 6 pm, guided by the wisdom of others on this site who suggest that this timing is key for the local clientelle on the way home to the wife and kids. As soon as I walked in the door, I was identified as an American and the sharks were circling. One in particular appointed himself my guide to the club. He again, I had been warned by the veterans. It didnt help. I have a weakness for big-dicked mullatto bottoms and this guy, Neto, had been in my dream since I hit puberty. Careful not to get taken in as a rube, I bargained him down to 80 from the 100 he requested. And, I whispered, " are you sure?" in Spanish when he stated loudly in Portugeuse that he was "attivo only". As promised by the wisemen on this site, as soon as we were in the room, his legs were in the air and I had a great time. Having nothing else pllaned for the evening, I decided to hang a round the club a while longer, waiting for th promised show. Another dream come to life, Ricardo, spent an hour trying to get me to do a massage with him. The combination of the drinks and his persistence inspired me to forget my training. I wasnt precise about what I expected before we went into the room and was disappointed by his limited repertoir. I came anyway. By this point, I was two orgasms down in the space or two hours and could barely walk. As I nursed a beer at the bar, a tall guy, Fabio, who is a dead ringer for one of my secret crushes stateside came in. Do i even need to say that I was ready to go yet again and paid his R$100 fee and covered his entrance fee for teh night too. This was the best of all, though he wouldnt bottom. In summary, I spent R$400 for 3 hours with three men whom I wouldnt hessitate to pay $150 each stateside plus I got clean, cofortable rooms and a half dozen drinks as well. If you want Brazilian men who look Brazilian rather than Danish men who happen to work for reis, Salvador is the place to be.

P11 is three floors. You enter on the second floor which contains the locker rooms, the bar and the check in desk. The steam room, cold showers and a multipurpose room are on the bottom floor. The top floor contains a small, dark theater and 5-6 rooms and suites. The goarotos were nearly all as you describe for 117. Im told that there are two additional saunas in Salvador. sauna fox is noted for lighter skinned clientele and Thermas Persona is apparently even Blacker than P11. I will try to see at least one for mys of tomorrow and report back.

OMG! I have 2 delivery guys here right now. The driver is maybe 20, smooth light skin Latino with the custest giggle and hot legs. I'm guessing 5'11 and 165. He's so cute and he's going to be getting a nice tip.

I just returned from a pleasant visit to Sauna Fox and would like to share. Planetario 11, the other, larger garoto sauna in Salvador is like a San Francisco Bathhouse that also has rentboys. Sauna Fox, by comparison, is like the clubhouse of a suburban golf club that also has rentboys. The Facility: Sauna Fox is nicer, brighter and better maintained. Imagine a large one story ranch house, with a tented patio and surrounded by a high wall. You enter through the bar/restaurant, where decent drinks and clubhouse type food are available. There is just one locker room where clients and the guys all dress. There are legit massage tables and rooms. As you go deeper into the building, its real purpose becomes more apparent. There is a large communal shower ( with hot water unlike at P11) and stairs leading up to rooms with screens playing porn. Apparently the cabins are free. The Clients: Older, whiter and seemingly richer than at P11. The median age tonight had to be 60 with the typical client looking like he had just dropped off the grandkids. At P11, the locals were 30 and 40-somethings out to have a guaranteed good time. I may have been the only foreigner in the Fox building and was one of only 3 Black clients. Everyone seemed to know one another and greeted each arriving client cordially. altogether there were 30 or so clients. The Boys: The guys were younger, on average, than at P11 with a decidedly less muscle man, more twink feel. There were also many more white gorotos than at P11. There were a few past their prime garotos, apparently filling a niche for 40-something garotos among 60 or even 70 something clients. altogether, there were about a dozen boys. The prices: The entrance fee was R$33 and the suite rental was R$30. This compares to $25 for both at P11. Drinks were similar --R$5 for local beer R$10 or so for imports. the programa may be cheaper here. When I asked my chosen guy how much, he said 80. At P11 everybody started with R$100 My experience. When I walked in, it was clear that I wasnt a regular. The "legit" massuer attached himself to me and became my guide at the request of the front desk guy. After the brief tour, I sat down at a table in the bar/restarant to get a beer and take in the sights. the dude sat down with me and wouldnt go away. When he got up to go to the bathroom, I made a dash for the back of the building. While there, I ran into a tall, 23yo chocolate adonis named Rodrigo who was washing off in the communal shower. He sensed my appreciation and the dance began. Active, he says, but clarifies that he is liberally so when my face drops. He talks me into engaing the suite, making me think he is somehow incentivised to do so. Once inside, he was all over me with no holds or holes barred. A great time was had by all. Later, I met Angelo, one of the past his prime guys. he was nice and a year in Spain resulted in fluent Spanish. So, finally I could have a full conversation with someone. He isnt my type but I offered to cover his entry fee for giving me someone to talk to.

I'd probably read that. Depending on the illustrations and cover art, of course.

Just the tip?

OK, here's Robert McCrum's ten best opening lines from The Guardian in 2012. You can always give me Wodehouse: Into the face of the young man who sat on the terrace of the Hotel Magnifique at Cannes there had crept a look of furtive shame, the shifty, hangdog look which announces that an Englishman is about to talk French. - The Luck of the Bodkins (1935)

I also agree. Excellent post. Thank you. And, what a bargain! I also hope you continue to enjoy Salvador.