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Part 3 of 4: Climbing Corcovado After he takes the room key from the counter, he asks me if I needed condoms and lube. I nod and he gets handed some by the employees. He takes my hand again and leads me downstairs. I thought the rooms were upstairs? Anyways we weave through the throng of guys and customers and he leads me to the rooms in the back. He uses the key and opens the door to one of the rooms. What I saw inside reminded me of the massage parlor rooms in Bangkok. It was a minimalist room with a big bed in the middle and an en-suite bathroom. I try not to think about the hundreds and thousands of customer/client pairs that have used the bed for passion, and just focused on the task at hand, which was standing in front of me, waiting for me to get settled. I followed his lead. He leans over to kiss me. Because of the height disparity (he is 6’1, I am 5’7, I am used to this as the BF is 6’2), I had to get on my tippy toes to kiss. Very deep, very wet, very hot. But this position was awkward. I grab his broad shoulders and spin him towards the bed and sit him down on it. I sit on his lap and we continue kissing. He puts a hand on my back and gently strokes it. He stops and grabs me to lay me down the bed, and then stands up to take off his speedo. I take off my towel too. He joins me on the bed and starts kissing and grabs my cock and strokes it. I guess we are not showering before the deed. I showered before coming here, and I am assuming he is immaculately clean. He proceeds to suck me off. Pretty good, not the best I’ve had, but the accompanying visuals were awesome. He looks good in any angle, as any handsome 22 year old with zero body fat and genetics predisposed to muscle, would be. I grab his cock, now semi-hard, and growing fast. Pretty soon I had a monster in my hands. I was glad he was versatile, because taking that cock was just impossible for me. He was still sucking when I take my hands to his ass. Nice and round, and very muscular, I find his hole and start massaging. I take a finger and wet it in my mouth. I slide a finger in. Man, that hole was warm. I position myself to get a better look of his ass. I start rimming. The ass and all its glorious wonder alone was worth the price of admission. After a while I stop rimming and just initiate body contact. He was pretty receptive to my licks and touches and pretty much was ok with me having my way with him. He strokes my cock again and points to the condoms and lube. I guess it was time to fuck. He gets off the bed to get the little packets and then hands me the condom to put on my cock. He then takes this little tube he had hiding in his speedo, squeezes it and puts what came out it in his ass. I ask what the little tube was and he hands it to me: It was a tube of Lidocaine. I guess he wanted to numb the pain of anal sex. BUT, I am not that big so I don’t know what he was worried about. He opens the lube packet and puts it in his butt with the lidocaine already in there. He then puts out his lubed hand and greases up my condom-sheathed cock, which was standing in attention. He then gets down on all fours next to me and gives me a thumbs up. I guess he was ready for the Numazu ride. I get up and turn him over so he was lying on his back. This is my favorite position, because I want to see the guy’s face when I fuck him. I position myself, take his legs on my shoulders, and start putting it in. I go in slowly, and he starts squinting, as if wincing in pain. I pull out. I gotta warm up this baby. I took the lube packet and put more lube on my cock and my fingers. I slide in one finger and get him comfortable with it. I put in two, and after some resistance, I was all in. More lube on my cock, and I tried again. Slowly, he was still wincing, but I was slowly able to get it all in without him wincing in agony. Some slow thrusts, and then faster ones, and we were on our way. While I was pounding him I looked at the majesty of what 150 R got me. His face, still handsome even if he was slightly uncomfortable, was able to crack a smile when he realized I was staring at him. He had a killer smile. I leaned over to kiss him as I continued my exertions. Upright once again, I admire the rest of him. His olive skin tone was exquisite, something that can only exist in the delicious genetic soup that is Brazil. No doubt with regular visits to the beach, the skin tone made every ripple of muscle stand out. The physical exertion of getting fucked made his vein vascularity pop out. His chest just had the perfect amount of flesh and muscle that they bounced with every thrust I take. And his abs, contracting and expanding with the labored breathing he took while taking me, were amazing. I put a hand on his 8-pack, enjoying the feel of genetic perfection. All this visual stimulation, coupled of course with the fact that he was tight as fuck, got me to cum fairly quickly. I stayed in him for a while, catching my breathe, as he stroked my arm. I pull out, slowly (he winced again), and pull out the condom and quickly dispatch of it in the bathroom. I get back and lay beside him, asking “Gozar?” Of course I wanted him to cum. And I knew what he was going to say next: “50 reais?” I say “Sim!” without even thinking about it. $15 to witness an orgasm may be unnecessary for some, but I wanted to see it. While laying down I motion to him using my arms, that I wanted him to sit on my tummy, and to cum on my chest. I wanted to see up close every muscle twitch, every vein contraction, every penis pump. An intimate audience only appropriately appreciates such perfection. He plops his still warm and raw ass on my tummy, and starts the show. He jerks off with his right hand, and he puts his left hand behind his head, revealing his gorgeous pit. Oh yeah he has done this before and knows what sells. He then alternates with his left and right hand, and sometimes uses both hands, to do the deed. And then it comes: he leans forward, balances himself by setting his left hand next to my head, and cums on my neck and face. When he gets his bearings back he looks at his handiwork, and smears some of the cum off my face. I didn’t care. It can stay there all day. He points to the shower and I reluctantly get up and followed his cute butt to the bathroom. And then the fantasy disappears. Yikes, I’m in a sauna, where hundreds to thousands of men have had sex on the bed, have walked these floors, have used the showers. I put on my Havaiianas and pray that I don’t get anything from being barefoot. We shower together, and take turns soaping each other’s backs. I take one more feel of his hole before we turn the water off and dry ourselves. He puts his speedos back on and sits on the bed. I join him and he starts typing on his phone. He shows it to me and it was google translate, asking how long I was going to be here. I take the phone from him and tell him that it was my last night. And tomorrow I was going back to the US. He thinks about this for a minute and then motions to the door. I guess we have come to the end of our programa. I wrap the towel around my waist and we leave the room. We head back to the lockers and I unlock mine to get my wallet. I take 4 fifty real notes from it and hand it to him. He takes it and puts it in his speedos and thanks me. He then just stood there, waiting for me to say something. Throwing caution to the wind, I came up with a wild idea. I take my phone and saw that it was almost 8 PM (and some messages from the BF, I guess he was needing some attention). I look for Google Translate and start typing. I show it to him and he says: “Sim!” with no hesitation. I asked him if he wanted to join me for dinner tonight. I followed it up with: but don’t you need more customers tonight? He answers that he was done for the day. He asks me what part of Rio I was staying at. I tell him I was staying in a condo in Ipanema. He then tells me that he needed to leave at around 11:30 PM to catch the subway and bus back to his house. I told him no problem; he will be home before then. He motions that he had to go to put on some clothes and will be right back. I say yes and I put on my own clothes and make sure all of my stuff was still there (it was). I toss the wet towel in one of the bins and sit myself down to answer messaged from the BF. I look up and see that there were still some new customers coming in and getting into towels. It was going to be a busy night for the boys. I felt that my boy could at least get a few more hundred reais. Oh well. I am sure he very popular and recoup it in other nights. After a few more minutes of waiting he emerges in a very nice white tank top, purple shorts, skater sneakers and checkered socks that went up to mid-calf. On any other guys this would be a crazy outfit combination. But on him, with his skin tone, musculature, legs and face, it all worked. He has his little whore tote bag on his shoulder (I’m guessing it has a toothbrush, deodorant, condom and lube packets, and his tube of lidocaine, and enough cash to get home). We get on the main floor and I see all the boys I am leaving behind. This was a good-looking lot. One boy after another: handsome, muscular, dashing, hung. Having seen it with my own eyes, I can surely say that the hype is fully justified. The legend of Brazilian Sauna boys that has been in my head all this years is as accurate and real as what I thought it would be, and what the pages of the BoyToy forum has cracked it up to be. Yes guys, it is worth it to fly all this way to get this quality of dick. Because it is cheap, there was a lot of it, and it’s really really good. We head over to the counter and I settle my bill. Things were hazy at this point, having just come off a high from the sex, but I think I was charged 90-something reais ($28) for the use of the room, as well as the condoms and lube, and maybe an entrance fee too, I am not sure. Overall, I spent more or less $100 for a couple of hours of watching, cruising, and sexing, some Brazilian boys. Not bad. While waiting for my change I call an Uber. We wait in the empty hallway outside the main door till I see on my phone that the Uber is closeby. We head out, see the car waiting for us, and duck in the back seat. The driver repeats the address on his phone. I confirm the destination and we were on our way. I look at my boy and he smiles at me. And like clockwork, he sits closer, takes my hand in his and we spend the whole ride this way. This was gonna be good. The night is not done, as I made some mistakes… next.

Numazu1, i think this was the most detailed report i have ever read on here! i am impressed because my short term memory is shot! Example, when i was in São Paulo last month on my first night in Brazil i went to Lagoa with Acir the owner of Meo Mundo and three days later he was showing some photos and i said “Who’s that?” He looks at me incredulously and says”he was the first man guy you did at Lagoa last Friday!”. i go “What? i don’t know him!” he starts laughing and then says “you said how much fun he was described his dick in depth!”!! LOL So again Congrats on a great report!

CROSS POSTED at: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/?p=119540 Part 1 of 4: Marking My Territory As a newbie, I wanted to share my experience in visiting Brazil for the first time, specifically my first paid encounter in Brazil. This post is fairly wordy and heavy on details, so it is not for everyone. But I hope this post is useful for anyone wanting to visit Brazil for the first time. Just a background, I’ve been a regular contributor to the GayThailand.com, having been a regular visitor to Bangkok up until recently. This was the post of my last trip in May: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/ Brazil has always been a dream vacation location of mine. Apart from the obvious draws of the country (great beaches, delicious food, and exotic places), the fact that I’ve always thought Brasileiros are the most beautiful men on earth has always been in my head. They seem to be this Master Race of people (in that they are a delicious mix of the best of two or three or even four races) who are both beautiful inside and out. My main stumbling block in not taking the plunge all these years is the prevailing opinion that Brazil is a very dangerous to visit by yourself. Bangkok, and Thailand in general, has always been relatively safe, and the language barrier, which can be an issue, is not as intimidating of a prospect as I think Portuguese is with Brazil. But I have been easing into visiting Central and South America these past few years. I popped my South America cherry for the first time last year, with an exploratory trip to Medellin, Colombia in August. This deserves a post in and of itself, but sufficed to say after 4 trips to Colombia in the past 6 months, I feel that I am totally comfortable with the country and boys. I had the incredible fortune of getting to know the owner of a Chaturbate studio in one of the bigger Colombian cities, and from there the availability of cam boys as my companions just took off from there. So after all this Colombia experience, I am thinking that it has prepared me for my first trip to Brazil. Also, I have been casually dating a Portuguese/Brazilian guy for the past 7 months, and when he told me that he was visiting his Brazilian mother over Christmas and New Year, and he asked me if I wanted to go with him, I thought that this would be a great way for me to finally break my Brazilian virginity, through the BF. The only problem with this plan was manufacturing some alone time in the country, without the BF. So I tried to book this alone time at the beginning and at the end of our trip, so I can enjoy the sauna scene, theoretically, in Sao Paulo (early December) and Rio (Early January). Things, however, don’t turn out as planned, as my vacation became: Sao Paulo (3 nights alone) – spent some time on Grindr and immediately found 2 guys (2 handsome twenty-something Paulistas, one hairdresser who spoke little English, the other an English teacher who was a little bit too hipster for comfort), so could not carve out any time for the saunas, sadly. Rio (first 4 nights) – flew to the city and met the BF and we pretty much just hung out together, watching Cariocas make fun of his European Portuguese accent, no sauna time for me sadly Natal (3 nights) – nice beachfront hotels, accents way more nasal, are there even saunas here? Grindr yielded a healthy mix of free boys and paid ones Salvador (3 nights) – met some of BF’s friends; Grindr was bursting with locals just wanting to get laid, probably won’t need a sauna with all the hot black Brazilian cock just available for free Back to Rio (2 nights with BF, 1 night alone) – Back here to catch my flight back to the USA. It was super cloudy so beach was not an option for most of the two days with the BF. On third day, BF took an Uber to GIG to catch a flight to Florianopolis to visit his family. When he left the AirBNB, I text him on his way to GIG, just to make sure he made it (and to make sure the coast was clear). I then whip up Grindr to check on the current lay of the land so to speak. We chose an AirBNB in Ipanema according to this post: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/28263-rio-and-sao-paulo-common-hotel-guest-policy/?do=findComment&comment=176437 We did notice that Ipanema was super-duper gay, just by walking around. And Grindr was predictably dense with so many gays as well. Very hot guys. So there was less chance for me to score something really nice since the competition was fierce. Sure enough, I didn’t get as many bites in Rio as I did in Natal and Salvador Grindr. Maybe because there are more Asians here in Rio, so I was less of a novelty. Which was fine. I did not want to get anyone online anyway, because today was the day I was going to go to Club 117. Before the trip, I asked floridarob and planetime, two Boytoy members I have met in Bangkok, what sauna I should try, and they both recommended Club 117 as a good starter sauna. It was 2 PM at this point so it was too early to go to the saunas (I think). I got into some conversations with some guys on Grindr, and was even got close to meeting a handsome Carioca who lived in Sao Paulo (accountant), who was visiting family for the holidays. We exchanged WhatsApp contacts and added each other on Instragram, and continued our conversation from there. Made a mental note to meet him in Sao Paulo on a future trip in April. I did some laundry and pre-packed for tomorrow’s 11:30 AM flight back to the USA via Panama on Copa Air. Set the alarm for 4:30 PM and took a nap. Woke up, put some bottled water in a mug and microwaved it to make some 3-in-1 brazilian coffee to wake me up. While drinking my coffee, I checked BoyToy’s Latin section intensely; making mental notes on where the saunas was, how to get there, how much money to bring, how to approach and negotiate with boys etc. The combination of caffeine and adrenaline suddenly rushed to my head when I realized that, this was it, I was finally going to a Brazilian sauna to get a guy. I got nervous all of a sudden. I read the Boytoy posts again and again. I was psyching myself out. I finally snap out of it and turn on the shower and wait for the hot water to kick in. Over analyzed things again in the shower. At 5:30 PM I was finally able to put on shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of Havaianas I bought at JK Igautemi shopping mall in Sao Paulo. I fired up Uber on my phone to get my ride to Club 117. I’ve used Uber since the first day I arrived in Brazil, going from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Sao Paulo, and it was also my first taste of the lack of English usage in Brazil from my Uber driver. The Uber driver was a woman named Daniela, and she was eager to talk to me for the whole ride, language barrier notwithstanding. My Portuguese was as good as her English, which is to say not very good. Preparing for this trip included me being overly paranoid about the language barrier, so 4 weeks before the trip start, I paid $450 for 10 skype Portuguese lessons with Streetsmart Brazil, a San Francisco based company that offered personalized lessons online. It was for me to get the travel language basics for the trip, but also to be able to communicate with my BF’s Brazilian friends, so as not to rely on him as the translator the whole time. 10 hours was not enough, of course, but surprisingly Daniela, the Uber driver, and I were able to carry a very rough conversation with only individual words, and no sentence construction, and with lots of hand gestures. I knew right then that I was going to be alright, coz the interaction between Daniela and I was hella funny. In the Uber app, I see that my Uber was about 4 minutes from my condo building so I panic a little bit. I take my wallet and look inside. I take out all the credit and ATM cards except for my driver’s license and one ATM. I also take 500 reals with me. The prevailing opinion on this board is to only take what you need, but I was not really sure how much dick and ass I’m going to get tonight (and I have a vague idea of how much a room in the sauna is), so I thought of taking the ATM for emergencies. I leave the condo, lock the door, race out to the hallway, take the stairs, wave goodbye to the doorman (Boa Tarde!) and see that my Uber is waiting for me in front of the building. I get in the back of this Chevrolet Cobalt. The usual greetings were made. The driver asked me if I was the person who hailed him, saying my name. I say an assertive “Sim!”, and then he repeats the address of Club 117 that was on his phone. I again say “Sim, sim!” and we were off. After 2 minutes the driver looks at me through the rear view mirror and then turns on some trendy reggaeton music on the radio. I guess he thought I wouldn’t mind the music. He then asks me the usual stock questions, in Portuguese, asking where I was from, what was I doing here, and what my impression of Rio was. I got used to this line of questioning throughout the trip, so I recognized the PT words and answered appropriately, in PT, to the best of my ability. When I told him I was from United States, I got the usual reaction of shock or disbelief. The word “Chines” always is uttered, presumably because I look somewhat Chinese, even if my heritage is not Chinese. There was always a ton traffic on this way to the airport (or to the sauna), so I exclaimed my disgust to the driver with a hearty “Transito!” to at least show commiseration with the driver. He was impressed that I was able to say this word so he started talking to me in rapid fire Portuguese. He caught himself mid-sentence and repeated his sentence again, this time in slower, bite-sized words. And with some hand gestures and saying the words for “five” and “two,” I was able to infer that he was telling me that the traffic in this part of Rio was due to the number of lanes in the highway going from 5 to 2, and therefore the congestion is pretty bad. I made a remark on the rainy weather as well (muito chovendo) also contributing to the traffic, in my horrible attempt to have a conversation with the driver. The traffic eased up and we were well on our way. After 30 minutes in the Uber I grew concerned. This was kind of out of the way from Ipanema. Where is he taking me? Is it safe there? Am I going to get kidnapped? These thoughts were in my head. But the driver kept to the prescribed route with Uber, so I guess it was going to be OK. Pretty soon we made a right to a smaller street where the sauna was. The drive points to the sauna façade and said that we were here. I thanked him for the ride and got out. My ride was R$29.79, or about $9: I took a deep breath, looked both ways, and crossed the street to get in the sauna. Next, my sauna experience…

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I would not be concerned about the sauna scene, he is a moron and is only disturbed by what he sees. Carnival is a huge promiscuity baccanalia and he, as a member of the religious right, would have it wiped out from the face of the Earth, since he could not, he went far away (to Sweden!) to pretend it was not happening. Giuliani was a different beast, he wanted to clean up New York night life, arresting small time drug dealers, the ones that hang out at clubs with ecstasy and coke (the big fishes are still around of course and always will be), prohibiting dancing almost everywhere ( you had to have a license issued 4 decades ago!. This of course was the kiss of death for gay night-clubs. The big straight Discos had to close as well and the gay nigh life, which was more of a niche, was virtually decimated. New York gay night life is s complete joke nowadays, boring as hell. The Rio Mayor did not have to do any of that, the gay scene night life destroyed itself, it was already weak, the few night spots went out of business, little by little, Grindr and the like certainly had a hand, plus ridiculous drink prices and outrageous entrance fees. The Week I believe the only remaining night spot, only opens on Saturday nights, is not exclusively gay and the only 2 times I was there they were charging $50,00 to get in! NYC's Roxy, the equivalent in size and also a Saturday only affair, was charging $20,00 at it's prime, so you have the idea. Gay night life in Rio is nothing short of pathetic, much much worse than New York and Sao Paulo.

Funny story, some of you may agree ... I try out different gyms (day or month pass) when longstaying Rio. Late Dec on 1st day at a Lapa gym, 25 min walk from apt, immediately spot this enormous stacked 6'5" mainly Afro-admixtured muscle-stud on the weights level. I try not to get bogged down by hesitation, so promptly introduced myself, which is easier in Brazil, to "Rafael" and asked if he competed ... no. A few friendly looks exchanged working out. I thought: OK, I like this academia and I have 5 weeks to flirt to possible fruition ... but it would be a gay-for-pay situation. I am 2.5X his age. I tend to get a little obsessional and fixated. Second gym visit, happens to be a Tuesday, Jan 2. Rafael is wrapping up and we greet each other as he departs. Imprinting complete. I have to have this massive hunk. There are a few somewhat similar to him at 117, but I like a challenge and varied contexts. That evening I check into 117 and see this new sauna guy standing up the few steps from reception at the staircase landing. I am a tad confused and impressed. I don't know him from the saunas, but he looks so familiar, but with 50% more skin. It is Rafael !!! We both burst out laughing. Minutes later this sweet-tempered power-top is fulfilling the few days of fantasies I had gotten worked up over. Big but knows how not to destroy. He is an infrequent attender, I later vaguely remembered possibly seeing him within the previous 3 years, so either he intuitively read me as a sauna tourist or it was a stroke (erm, several strokes) of good fortune for me!

i just returned from 12 Days in Brazil and For what it’s worth, these were imo the best nights! Lagoa SP - Friday great and Saturday almost as good Pointe 202 - Wednesday exceptional and Monday very good Club 117 - on Tuesday packed and Thursday not bad and Sunday was so/so Meo Mundo - i did not go

Is on the wrong side of the tracks, to put it mildly, very far (like one hour by car from Copacabana), only on weekends and close to several favelas. There are some cute boys from the area on both 117 and 202, so probably there are some more in the vicinity, but I doubt is worth the risk, never been to tell the truth. Only go there, in case you are curious, in company of somebody from the community.

One suspects that statement was made in the sense of 'speaking narrowly.' The long trail of rubles... ...into the pockets of the Trumps, Kushners, Manafort, et al. is already a publicly documented certainty.

Numazu, great report! Agree with Tom that it is one of the most detailed reports I've read. You are a great writer. Do you have to leave us hanging each time? LOL

I am a bullshitter when routinely asked that seemingly inocuous question ... "I am in Rio indefinitely", as I swoon and gaze into their sexy puppy-dog eyes. After all, we are to be married It has never compromised anything. I have never had a bad experience over several months and dozens of GPs cumulatively. The erotic descriptions are fun to read. Hope you had a safe Corcovado descent.

The staggering level of detail in these disclosures suggests this whole investigation is coming to a head astoundingly soon, for such a project. I think that if I were anyone remotely connected with Election 2016, I would take something for it, now.

Part 2 of 4: Feeling My Way Around I want to start with this caveat: I am not a sauna/bathhouse person. I am not a massage parlor person. I like having private sex, in a house or hotel, preferably on a bed, mine or his. When in Bangkok I rarely go to the "Mega Bathhouse" Babylon, and also rarely do I go get those happy ending massages, unless brought or forced by a friend. And I am not alone. This post by Eriksmythee1 in the thread "Sao Paulo Advice" sums up more or less my issues with it: That is why the Thailand boy bar model appeals to me. You can be sitting inconspicuously among the audience of a boy show bar, look at the display of boys onstage, tell the waiters which boy you wanted, the boy can then sit with you and you can do your due diligence to see if you are a match, and BOOM, a few hundred baht later, you are the temporary boss of a hot young virile thing to take home and have consensual monkey sex with. BUT, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and the promise of going to a place that had super hot Brasilerios for a small fee was enticing enough to venture out of my comfort, so off to the sauna for me: As I cross the street, I notice, to the left of me, two guys (presumably clients) making their way to the sauna as well. They open the door and I slip in behind them. They get to the end of this short hallway and, after waiting for a few seconds, get buzzed in to the inner door. We all go in and get greeted by the employees behind the counter. The two guys get checked in first and they get their keys. When it was my turn, one of the staff asks me if I preferred English or Portuguese. I say English. I was asked what my name was, so I give them an alias. They put my “nome de puta” on the computer and I was given a key with a number on it, presumably a locker key. I was not sure what to do next. I was so nervous that at this point I forgot everything that I read in the forums. I looked around and saw a staircase leading to an upper floor, and another to a lower floor. So far, the sauna’s configuration reminded me of my grandmother’s house in the East Coast USA, EXCEPT this house had really hot guys in towels to my right. Some of them noticed that I was there staring and with drool forming in the sides of my mouth. Two smiled in my general direction, others just stared at me, probably trying to surmise what I was about. They were of varying shapes, sizes and ages. Mostly young, mostly muscular, mostly handsome. I immediately tried to play it aloof and non-chalant. I go towards the guys and just try to coolly walk past them, at a pace fast enough to appear casual, but slow enough to be able to assess if anyone of them clicked with me or not. Walking down the hallway made me realize that there were some customers interspersed among the working men there. I guess one way to observe the trade is to be side-by-side with the boys. Upon walking at the end of the hallway, I see a door to a large room that had a bar and some chairs and a stage. Some boys and customers were socializing and drinking and having fun. That looked nice, but I wasn’t ready to go in just yet. I instead go back the other way and go up the stairs to the upper floor. No one was there, save for one lonely woman janitor looking at me with a blank stare. Why wasn’t anyone here? I just see rooms with their doors closed. I guess this was where some of the private rooms were. I go back down and then down further to the lower level. I see more boys just walking, standing, talking. Some were trying to entice customers, others just sitting there resting, a number of them staring at the wall, presumably wondering about their existence in life. And then I notice the locker rooms. I see my locker but I don’t change into a towel yet. I still wanted to look around and explore. There was a series of showers to my right, and the lockers to my left. Lots of models just looking around and trying to entice customers. A lot of them were really hot, and most of them were sporting fairly big packages and huge asses. And then I remember one of the great advices in the boytoy.com website: don’t fall in love with the first model you talk to. This was particularly useful for the first guy that talked to me. He was standing to my right, leaning against the wall, when he extended an arm to stop me as I was about to walk past him. I stop to look at his handsome face, which was really striking. Classic Italian looks, with just a perfect splash of genes from other races that made his face and skin tone very distinctive and alluring. He was only wearing a towel, and he was this big mountain of a man. He had giant pecs and abs that are just perfect. He grunts out a question to me but I barely make it out with the showers running closeby. He leans in to whisper it in my ear. What is your name is what he asked. I told him my Nome de Puta and he tells me his. He immediately asks what I wanted, so I tell him “Sexo”, like an idiot (duh, of course). He laughs and then asks what I wanted to do in sex. Almost on cue he strokes his flaccid, but already huge cock, through his towel. He then touches my butt and strokes it. It was clear he was a top. I then ask, pointing to him, “Ativo?” “Yes,” he answers in English. “Nao passivo?” He nods, “Nao passivo!” almost indignantly. I then point to myself “Tambem. Nao passivo!” smiling. He smiles as well, and then draws me closer. He lightly licks my ear (very forward already) and then looks at me and then tries to haggle: “Nao passivo. Muito beijando (pointing to his lips and mine). Contato” and other words I don’t recognize. He tries to act it out with his giant muscular arms. I guess he was trying to say that no anal is required to have fun with him. While he was this towering muscular handsome guy with what I can see (and feel) is an enormous cock, I had to pass. He was not a bottom, so it won’t work out. I didn’t want my first paid Brazilian experience to be a vanilla sex thing. Also I had to apply the rule of not hiring the first guy I talk to. So I put a hand to his face and squeeze it, and say my thanks and walk on by. I decide to really dive into this now so I go to my locker to get out of my clothes and just be in a towel. The locker did not have a towel but an employee quickly handed me one from the back. I undress, and then briefly say goodbye to my cellphone as I put it relunctantly in the locker, and lock the locker door. I turn around and get accosted by a second guy. He was my height (about 5’7-5'9), very pretty face, and looked fairly young. He had a muscular, but not too muscular frame. His penis made a clear outline in the front, and it looked like he had a big butt. He had fairly white skin: if we were in the USA, I would think he would just pass for any other white-italian kid. He speaks to me in near-perfect English. He asks the usual questions and then proceeds to do the hard sell. He asks me what I wanted and I told him I was looking to top a guy. He said he was the best bottom in the building. I laughed and then told him I didn’t believe him. He was indignant, telling me to ask any of the customers here. That particularly wasn’t a selling point for me (and I won’t be going around asking the customers how his ass was), so I asked him what else he did. He said he kisses really well, and proceeds to give me a very deep wet one. Wow, that was impressive. He looks into my eyes and then kisses my nose. He kept insisting and asking and pulling my arm to get me to take him. It was turning into a less sexy interaction, and to one that was more desperate. I pull away and tell him that I will see him for round 2. He asks me why he was not good enough for round 1. I just smile, thanked him for his time and attention, and started walking away. This was kind of fun. I think I am getting the hang of it. My nerves were gone. I could do this now with a clear head, and ready to look for the perfect Brazilian guy for me. This approach to getting guys is so much more in-your-face than the way it is done in Thailand. Out there, the boys are usually on a stage, separate from the customers, sometimes out of reach, and you call on the boy you want to sit with you for further inspection. In here, the men and customers mingle with each other for a relatively more personal interaction. There are pros and cons for each way. I imagine if I was more shy I’d prefer to be in the background just picking my boys and avoiding their gaze, instead of having sex served directly to my face, but there is something about Brazil, both in the confines of the four walls of a sauna in particular, and the being out there in the kinetic city with the locals in general, that takes you out of your comfort zone. Which to me is the whole point in exploring this country anyway. I go back upstairs and do a victory lap around the premises. Lots of guys to choose from, but I didn’t try to talk to one just yet. I went back downstairs and immediately see this olive-skinned tall hunky, bleached blonde guy in a speedo, not a towel. That look was definitely distinctive. He caught me staring and smiled, and started walking towards me. He sticks out a hand and shakes my hand. He kept drawing me close till I was close enough to get a whiff of the scent off of his body. It was pleasant, and sexy and it worked for me. We exchange names and then he asks me where I was from. I tell him and I ask him the same question. He points to the ground “Rio. Carioca,” saying he was a native to the city. I say “Carioca” back at him, saying the word for the very first time in my life, which made me smile widely. He warmly smiles back, nodding “Sim!” He was obviously young (I ask him and he said he is 22), and his body was very muscular, but looked naturally built and ripped. He wasn’t anything like some of the steroided guys I saw upstairs. His English was not so good, but he knew enough phrases to ask me the right kind of questions. He said he was versatile, he said he kissed very well (and proved it with a quick but deep kiss), and he said he was very friendly and easy-going. He whipped out his phone to get to google translate. He showed me what he wanted to say: if I wanted to take him to a room for some fun. I looked at him up and down. For me he stood out from all the other guys here. He was this delicious multi-racial guy with olive skin, a prominent Italian nose, and bleached blond hair that made his look unique. To me his looks out- Brazilian-ed every other Brazilian out there in the sauna. His thighs were huge and inviting. His ass and bulge were both large (the great set of genetics present in the building was very impressive), and his abs and pecs were on point and not too over-developed and over worked-out. But more than that, he had this effortless masculinity that could not be faked. I was sold. I wanted to get to know him more. But I had to ask the most important question ever : “Quanto?” How much for his services? He tries to answer in English. I did not understand as his accent was bad. I say “Quanto?” again, this time he tells me his price in Portuguese. He wanted 150 R, about $50. From the board, I vaguely recall that this was in the middle to high range of what was average pay for the guys were. I was in no mood to haggle. He had what I wanted and I wanted to have it. “Sim!” I say with a smile. He smiles back and immediately takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. What happened? That’s next…