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Thanks everyone for the information. I've landed in Sao Paulo 2 days ago and am having a really sexual-riffic time. Stopped by Lagoa as soon as my plane landed (I skipped checking into my hotel since I travel light) on Friday night and it was nice and crowded, with garotos. I agree with most posters on here, that Lagoa is a paradise for visually stunning, muscled, delicious, AF model, pretty boy, mouth watering fit boys...since SP is a cosmopolitan city, the boys here are truly melting pot... if you want light skinned -- you got it...and if you want a nice dark carioca type -- you got it also. The only commonality I see (and experienced) with the boys is that their dicks are HUGE, un-ashamingly, un-humanly, in-credibly, a breathtaking,...staggering, superhuman piece of art. Two notes of advice regarding logistics of arriving at the GRU airport. #1: DO NOT exchange cash at the cambio exchange counter, with all the taxes and fees it adds on to your exchange, you'll get ripped off. I exchanged 200USD cash and got only 480 Real. I didn't know any better and when I realized that I can get 640 Real, I saddened a little...that's one sex session with a garotos for a generous rate of 160...I hate it that the first thing that fucked me in Brazil was the cambio exchange counter and not a Brazilian man -- oh well, bygones. DO USE atm machines (they're everywhere) or exchange cash at the cambio exchange in the shopping malls on Paulista Ave. #2: Upon arrival, I bypassed the airport bus since the line was quite long. GRU airport has free internet for 60 minutes, so I was able to get online via my Iphone and booked Uber...from GRU to the Vila Clementino neighborhood was 66 Reals ~ 21 USD...super fast and super cheap....super convenient too, as I walked past the crowds of loud angry people waiting for the airport bus into the city and was taken direct to Lagoa. Back to the main topic at hand,...Day #1, Friday night at Lagoa,...in 2012 when I visited Brazil for the first time and didn't know what I was doing, I heeded the wise advice of many users on this forum and never went for my 1st eye catch inside the sauna. Well, in 2018, I've decided to try something different, after sitting in between 2 obnoxious, talkative model-wannabe girls on a really long plane ride to Brazil, I wanted to re-live all the hot sex I had in 2012, ASAP. I didn't wait and look around like I did back in 2012, I didn't shop for all of the 30+ garatos in Lagoa on a bustling Friday night; this time, upon entering Lagoa, I was the shark and I am hunting. I knew what I wanted and I wasted no time. While most customers were enjoying the unsually tall and un-handsomely ugly drag queen on stage mis-lip-synching (I don't think she learned the lyrics, or maybe her lip pronunciation was off), I found my prey in 10 minute, a "dark skinned macho Brazilian",...the straight type who I guess and imagined, has a wife and 2 kids depending on him as a bread winner; whose dick was as hard as oak and as slithering as a serpent. I looked at him and smiled, hinted for him to come over. With my phone and Google translate in hand, I communicated with him the topic of what's important to me. Beija? Check! Tu Activo? Check! Penetracao lenta e suave, odeio rapido e duro? Check! Quanto Para Sexo? 100 Reals...Check! Posso ver sue pau?...CHECK! From there, we got a cabine. I love that the cabines in Lagoa has a a nice large mirror for you to stare into as you are having sex -- I love being lost in lust as I watch the big butt of the macho Brazilian gyrate, pound, push, pull, and jackhammer me....he made me came, without touching myself. My goal of the night was to have 2 garotos on my first night, but after this one did such a good job, I left to go check-in my hotel, I was content and satisfied. Day #2, Saturday night at Lagoa... the previous night, I arrived at Lagoa a little late,... after doing the perfunctory attractions and chores in the morning, ie: visiting Japan-town (Libradade) to get my Japanese street food fix and visiting MASP, I aimed to arrive in Lagoa early, around 17h. From my 2012 trip, I learned that there are 2 types of garotos at Lagoa, the first type garotos is humble and will need to go home early to his family once he's earned enough, he'll have 1 or 2 customers, then leave early, if you want too long, you will miss him and regret it; and the second type, the professional who aims to turn as many tricks as possible and stays there a really long time. Tonight, I wanted type 1 garotos, so I arrived at the sauna a little early. My early bird approach came with rewards, I found a light-skinned, dark hair, naturally bulk muscular, thick legs and thick chest (he's not the steroidal big chested scrawny leg type you see a lot in Brazil), smooth skinned, "Bel Ami AF type garotos." I asked him how much, he said 200 Reals, which I thought was sorta high, but I was willing to play along for this caliber, considering that it will cost MUCH more to find a specimen of this grade in the States. I asked him if he is "quality" at sex or just pretty to look at, he says both. I asked to see his dick first to test his level of agree-ableness and he showed me a "pau" more beautiful than the "dark skinned macho Brazilian" I enjoyed the night previously. My ears perked, I salivated, swallowed my saliva, then I had Google Translate negotiate a rate of 150 Reals with him -- he smiled and agreed. In the cabine, I muscle worshiped him like a willing slave. I surrendered to him like a puppy with legs on its back,... he was a proud natural-isqe bodybuilder type, with a deep sexy Brazilian grunting voice. He kept smiling and winking at me as I licked every sinewy curve and muscle on his body...the only part he didn't enjoy as much was when I licked his clean delicious fuzzy iron-gate asshole, clearly no one has been to that territory before and I helped open his world up a little bit. I like that he didn't rush the session, he let me take my time. Once I was ready, I hoped on him like a seasoned cowboy and rode his bull like I was at the rodeo. He bucked me, and tonight, I was the willing prey. With the "Bel ami AF type garotos", I thought my luck was at its peak. Yet, I was greedy and later found an incredibly "tall light-skinned tattooed cover" garotos who was near the TV in the back watching football and eating his meal. He is probably by far the tallest garotos there, I mean Empire State building size. I've had my share of tall men, but this has got to be the tallest. He seemed so focus on the TV, I pulled up a chair, sat next to him and smiled. 45 minutes and 120 Reals later, I was content and satisfied. The quality and performance of the boys at Lagoa has been excellent, but I'm always a connoisseur for spice and variety. I'll check out sauna Fragata tomorrow and will update ya'll accordingly...

the guys who go to the saunas are the ones that usually want to make money without all the competition that the 6:00 crowd brings. also one requirement all the saunas have is that there is a minimum number of hours the have to work! usually 3 - 3-1/2 hours(unless they have had 3 customers then they can leave when they are done with the third customer)

Their Eyes Were Watching God By Zora Neale Hurston Published in 1937 Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board. For some they come in with the tide. For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher turns his eyes away in resignation, his dreams mocked to death by Time. That is the life of men. ...

My GOD, this Damn thread is all over the fucking place !

Well since this is America, the land of the OBESE, I suggest you lock yourself away in a dank, dark cellar somewhere, and live out the remainder of your sad life ......so you wont be tainted by their existence. Some people here might treat you like a Human being and give you some respect, but that's their mistake. FOOL !

This too shall pass.

i think Alice Walker has a lot of problems. Give me Zora Neale Hurston any day. The literary equal of Faulkner. (My god of gods.) https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Their_Eyes_Were_Watching_God

My best friend long ago,'a lit'trature MA, vurru liberal etc., retitled The Color Purple as... The Colored People!

I can't keep up...I'm going to bed.

LOL. Too thin to pass.

my tastes have gone from twink to bodybuilder to guy next door types! right now i am into muscled 28 - 38 types about 60% of the time but that could change fast! :-)

This place gives new meaning to the word hijack. Is there anyone here who doesn't suffer from A.D.D.? Oh puhleeeze! Lucky knows a lonely attention whore when she sees one.

And for real sleaze a la Bar Fama, the Show Palace. Fuck Giuliani. I’m sure our paths have crossed. As it seems that our tastes differ, we probably didn’t share any DNA samples.

I learned this is worth the read... Book report forthcoming in a couple of weeks. I'm a slow reader...

I intend to live forever.

And I'm the colored girl...

Shamefully borrowed from "over-there"

I originally posted this at Daddy's Reviews in response to a question, but I almost never visit that site, and I prefer to contribute here, so here's my take on the Wet & Wild Boat Tour: I have done the tour twice, once with a friend and once alone. The owner/operator/host is a hyped up (understandably, since I saw him snorting something more than once) hustler who hires local strippers as the crew. It is an all-inclusive (except for the tips) deal. You depart in the late morning, head to Los Arcos, where they give you a chance to snorkel for about 15 minutes or so, using very basic, ill-fitting gear (don't think of this as an actual snorkeling tour or you will be disappointed), then continue on to a remote bay with a few restaurants, where you are served lunch (also included, except for beverages). The food is plain and filling, nothing fancy, and they switch between restaurants, depending on who offers them the best deal or who can accommodate the crowd they bring, so there's no way to know where you are actually going to be eating until you pull up. After lunch, you hop back on the boat and head to a (hopefully) deserted beach, where you can take off your clothes if you want. The strippers/crew all get naked at this point, and the "foreskin shots" begin. This is the highlight for many of the tourists. The strippers insert their fingers into their foreskins, stretch them out and up into a cup shape, and the host pours your choice of liquor into the foreskin, and a customer quickly sucks out the liquor, and sucks the head of the stripper in the process. They also have strippers get down on their hands and knees, and they pour liquor down the crack of the stripper's ass (butt crack luge), and you put your mouth on the stripper's butt (above the asshole, according to explicit directions) and catch the liquor. The crowd often has to be cajoled into participating. After spending some time there, the boat heads back to the pier near Los Muertos beach. The crew is hired from the stripper bar Antropology, and the host shows up there the night before and tries to make deals with the guys to crew the boat the next day, so you never know who you are going to get, and the crew ranges from cute to very rough-looking. The two times I have gone it was a mix of attractive, semi-attractive, and unattractive guys. They ply you with liquor from the beginning, and they especially turn up the liquor service on the way back to town, which is when they start to ask for tips--they tell people to hold their tips until the end of the day, when you are at your drunkest. I had some fun the first time I went, but when we got to the "deserted" beach, there was actually an elderly straight couple already there, which kind of put a damper on the festivities. Almost nobody got naked, although the old man very clearly stood up and took off all his clothes, signaling that they didn't mind at all if people got naked! On the second trip, another guy who was nervous and apparently attracted to me latched onto me and tried to stay by my side on the entire trip. Also, on my first trip, they had so many customers that they hired a second boat, and the cute Canadian couple that I wanted to spend some time with got put on the other boat. Your experience on this trip will vary depending on who signs up on that day. The crowd always includes Mexican tourists, as well as tourists from the US and Canada. It starts out a little timid, but everyone loosens up after a few rounds of alcohol, and by the time you get back, you are sure to have found some fast friends. The strippers begin working hard for their tips on the trip back, and I saw one letting a guy suck his dick for 30 seconds or so (and then speaking quickly and privately, I assume to arrange a later meeting), but that was the most I saw in terms of action. If you think the tour sounds fun, go for it. I don't think it's a bad way to spend a day, if you keep your expectations low. If you simply want to find an escort, it would be easier and cheaper to go to Antropology or Wet Dreams, where many guys are available. One suggestion: they are serious when they tell people to take motion sickness meds. I did so both times. And on both trips I saw other customers sick and puking. They hand the pills out just before you get on the boat (if they have them available), but I would buy them and take them 30 minutes to an hour ahead of time just to be sure.

I loved NYC in the 90's , Stellas, Cats, Gaeity, etc. I miss it!

I learned that you should never meet up with a friend after your "date" stood you up as your mind is constantly looking at every boy that walks by.

Some things in my life do not change. My underwear stash is new and bursting with inventory. I rarely use the word hate, but if there's one thing I learned long ago: I hate running out of clean underwear between housekeeper visits. It just doesn't happen in my house. :-)

Appreciate the love... Had to do a search. My god, I was verbose in those days. It was probably the caffeine. My exact quote in the Cala di Volpe thread is: "I do not subscribe to Starwood's Preferred Guest Program." It's often the case that queens say things on these boards to disparage or poke fun at people, and sometimes those statements get wrongly assigned. For the record, Cala di Volpe is not the best hotel I've ever stayed at. For true Sardinia pleasure, I have discovered the ultimate lodging upgrade: rent a yacht with a captain and live on the boat. If you have a friend who can afford to share the cost, even better.

There is definitely some online presence on Scruff, and particularly on Grindr. Lots of free sex available, quite a bit of paid sex. Many of the very young, sexy, well-built guys advertise themselves for massage, but they often set their profile name to something like Ma$$ag3. It's not always so obvious. I messaged a couple of guys I figured were probably escorts, and they replied within one or two exchanges as "I am scort". I was there over New Year's Eve, and the town is always PACKED at that time, and this year there were many more escorts advertising than I had ever seen before. The selection varies according to the calendar. In the strip bars, you can inspect the merchandise up front, but the prices are much more expensive, something like $40/50 for 15 minutes (actually, maybe it's only 10 minutes!) in the back room, and many of the guys at Wet Dreams are primadonnas. Guys online are more accommodating and cheaper ($60 for an hour at NYE, on average, although I was quoted anywhere from $15 to $100). Tips are up to you. Bigger tips if you do something with one of the strippers, of course. The tour varies. Online, they are charging $119: http://pvsunsetpartycruise.com but I think I paid more like $60 or $80 when I bought the tickets in town (there are many people hawking event tickets on Olas Altas and elsewhere). The tour does often sell out in advance, but as I mentioned if they have enough interest, they hire a second boat. Both times I went, I actually found the other customers more interesting than the strippers, although the strippers can be fun.

typically the week before carnival is good cause guys(especially from out of the area)need to make money to party, but from Sat thru Ash Wednesday it is pretty bleak at the saunas as well as the Thurs after.