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1. If you don't like the detail, don't fucking read it. 2. If you have nothing positive to say, fuck off and don't post on that thread. 3. I have met him, and he is not someone who has posted here before. Conspiracy theorist confound me.

Which is exactly WHY I kept crawling back. So I understand. Those scabby knees that Rocky posted here was a result of me crawling back, and unfortunately NOT from partaking in the oral pleasure of oversized manhood. But.......

BONUS POST 5: Dos Males o Menos When in Thailand, the process of hiring a boy and taking him out of his boy bar is called “offing”. There are two types of offs. An off is “short-time” if you take the boy out between 15 minutes to 3 hours, usually with just one sex event within that time. Afterwhich the boy goes home, or goes back to his bar if it early enough (to get more customers). The off is called “long-time” if the hire goes over the mythical 3 hour mark, usually with the boy staying over to sleep with you, and may or may not feature an extra sex event or two, usually in the morning when you and/or him has morning wood. The Thai bar boys operate on a flat-rate (similar to Brazil) and not an hourly rate like in the West, so you usually agree on a rate before the off. And oddly, the long-time rate is not a multiple of the short-time rate. I’ve had short-time rates at $40 lasting an hour. And I’ve had long-time rates lasting for 24 hours only paying $75. It depends on the john, the boy, the circumstance, and maybe how nice your hotel room is (usually, if they prefer your bed over their own for the night). So essentially, I initially was only “short-timing” Gabriel at the sauna, with our 20 minutes or so tryst. Then, mid-off, I decided to “long-time” him, which entailed me taking him out of the sauna. There was no “off” fee for him, or the fee to take him out, like in most Thailand gogo bars, so I guess that is advantage Brazil. But there was still the matter what was his “long-time” fee was, in addition to the 200 reais I already gave him earlier. Such things I did not know, and the BoyToy forums are a little vague about what clients pay their companions when outside the confines of the sauna. But there are more urgent matters right now, as I peel off his now familiar speedo off of him. His huge cock, now super hard and pointing upwards, was a treat I just had to indulge on. I sit up to put it in my mouth. It won’t all fit in, but I try anyway. Once I was satisfied, I migrate down to his beautiful ass. It still tasted as good as it was in the sauna, but since I was not on a bed that a thousand client-customer pairs have defiled throughout the years, in a room that has seen so much action and filth, and I was instead in the confines of my own (albeit temporary) comfortable apartment, I was able to spread my wings a little bit wider. And that meant spreading his legs a little bit wider too as well, as I ate him out for a while. His moans of pleasure, and his outstretched hand guiding my head to eat him harder and to navigate me to where he wanted me to focus, all added to the experience. After a while he knew what was coming next. He leaves the bed and disappears to the living room, and returns with a condom, lube pack, and his trusty tube of lidocaine. I take the condom, unwrap it and put it on my cock. He takes both lidocaine and lube up his ass, and gives me the lube packet to oil up my thing. He immediately gets on all fours. I oblige and fuck him like this. After a while I sit down and lean my body on our bed’s headboard. He treats this as his next position, as he stands up and then squats down to take my cock. It was probably weird seeing the two of us like this, because he was the bigger and longer pf us two, and I was the smaller and slighter, but the up-close sight of his heaving body and bulging muscles making this position work for me, was all it took for me to cum in the condom. Still with my cock in him, he jacks himself off. I ever so slightly open my mouth and he sits up to cum in my mouth. Despite the relative complexity of our physical exertions, we definitely did not have to speak the same language to be in-sync sexually. He was a find. My one gripe about this apartment is that the shower is not that big, so we had to take turns in taking showers. He wanted me to go first, MISTAKE #3: so I go to the bathroom and shut the door and take a luxurious shower. Mid-shower Gabriel goes in with a toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth while I was there. I finish, towel dry, and then it was Gabriel’s turn to shower, and my turn to brush my teeth. I leave the bathroom and shut the door and look for my boxer briefs. It did not occur to me then that the time I left Gabriel out there alone, he could have just robbed me and left. He didn’t. While waiting for him to finish I check my phone in the living room. Lots of messages to answer. After some time I see Gabriel emerge from the bedroom, with my 12” iPad Pro in hand. “Posso?” he asks. “Sim,” I say. But of course, MISTAKE #4: all my stuff, including expensive electronics, is just ripe for the picking for Gabriel. But here he was, asking permission to use the iPad Pro. I unlock the device with my thumb, and out pops out YouTube, with the music video of the “Vai Malandra” by Anitta, was playing mid-song: Vai Malandra pretty much has defined my whole stay here in Brazil. This song was release just last December 18, right in the middle of my stay in Sao Paulo. That day I was with my Paulista friend who was a hairdresser, and he was the one who put the song in my YouTube. Later that day it was as if the whole city was exploding with discovery of that song. You could hear it everywhere. And I watched the video transfixed with all the images. There was a lot of things going on in the video, but the best things about it was it shot in the Vidigal favela in Rio. And in particular, the sequence wherein Anitta cavorts with two blonde cariocas, stood out for me: Gabriel played the video and was screaming by the end of this sequence. He clearly wanted me to see this sequence because of the presence of the two bleach blonde cariocas, who kind of looked like him. This shot of the two boys from the back made me realize how much Gabriel looked like them from this angle, gold necklace, tan skin, and everything else (and if the back was more muscular).: The boys were going to jump on this makeshift pool, on a bed of a truck: With Anitta, just vamping at the side: I took my phone and typed in for Gabriel: “You could star in this music video. You look like the blonde boys.” He nods and smiles profusely and flexes a bicep and says “Sim! Mais musculoso!” Indeed. He was mais musculoso than the two boys in the video. And mais lindo. And mais carinhoso. And most likely mais everything else. One last thing from this video, a shot of one of the hunks. If you ever have to imagine what Gabriel looks like, he may look like this (with way more muscle): My favorite part, when he shows his tongue: The full video, in case you can stand Brazilian pop music: Vai Malandra Vai Malandra has followed me from the streets of Sao Paulo, to the malls of Natal, to the nightclubs in Salvador, and now here, in my Ipanema apartment, with my carioca boyfriend for the night, watching it in my iPad Pro. Gabriel talked more about the Vidigal favela, and favelas in general. He says that Vidigal is going through some gentrification, and he googled some photos of the Alto Vidigal Bar and lounge as proof. The bar had some fantastic views of Rio. He told me we should go there sometime. Sigh. Someday. We talk a little bit about a bunch of other things. About my life in the USA. About my trip in Brazil. He tells me about why he is a garoto (the usual tale of poverty and supporting the mother and siblings). He shows me photos of his family. I show him photos of my vacation in Brazil. I showed my whole iPhone photo roll, which contained some risqué photos of the boys I’ve met along the way, and my BF too. He looks at them with some curiosity, and then google translates this: “Sometime, maybe we can get a boy and fuck him together.” I think I am in love. After a few more topics of discussion we decide to go to bed. I told him that the alarm was set at 6 AM because I had a flight to catch. We both sleep in our underwear. He wants to be big spoon, so we cuddle. All the activity today must have gotten to me, because I sleep all the way through and get awoken by the alarm. I suddenly figure out where I was and who I was with. I see Gabriel still fast asleep, his tight body and tan skin glistening. I go to the bathroom to pee. And then after I look around and see that everything is still intact. MISTAKE #5: I find my passport on the table just there ripe for the picking. The AirBNB unit did not have a safe so if Gabriel were to steal it I would be SOL on my flight back to the US today. I figure that if Gabriel was bad, he would have done something by now. I’ve given him so many chances to rob or kill me. I even remember him offering gum after dinner and I just popped it in my mouth. So many mistakes tonight. I hear the toilet flush. I guess Gabriel was up. He emerged and went over to hug and kiss me. “Tudo bem?” he asks. Yes, everything was fine. My time with him was up. I have stretched my time with him as much as I could. I had to pack for my flight. I had to meet up with the AirBNB guy at 9:30 AM. I had to do a million things. But of course, the most important thing I had to do is pay him for the extra time he spent with me. I had no clue what 11 extra hours of time is worth for him. I take out my wallet and fish out 4 50 reais bill. I guess $62 would be enough, in addition of course to his other 200 in the sauna? I had no idea. He pocketed the money without question. I felt bad. Was it too little? I figure I would do the next best thing. I told him I would get him an Uber, so he does not have to wrestle with subways and busses. I hand him my phone and he types in his address. 15 minutes later we get a bite from Uber. 8 minutes away. I give him a big hug. I type in a few goodbye phrases, and he bids me a nice flight, and thanked me for the Uber. 3 minutes away. I kiss him, he kisses back. I go with him to the lobby to bid him goodbye. We get to the gate and the car was there. He gets in and closes the door. He waves one last time before the car took him away. 40 minutes later, this was the fare: It was reasonable, considering the distance. 30 minutes later, as promised, he sends me a video of him skateboarding. It was impressive. 3 weeks later, he would send me photos of him, his brother, and his friends in bathing suits ready to go to the beach. I recognize some of his friends from the sauna. 5 weeks later he sends me 2 photos of his birthday celebration. Turning 23 looks good on him. And now, 7 weeks later, I agree to have him be my travel companion for part of my next Brazil trip in April, which coincides with my birthday. I will spend 3 nights in Sao Paulo and 3 nights in Porto Alegre with him, paying him a flat rate of 300 reais a day, except on my birthday, which he says he is free for me, as a birthday present. And to sweeten the pot, he says this: He will go with me to the sauna and we can fuck boys together. I guess we have a deal. I am starting to like this country.

Monik who owns 117 is planning a 20th anniversary party! here is what she posted on FB: Today 27/02/2018 Club 117 by monik turns 20!!! Celebration party will be in may 2018 God willing. He does. I thank all employees, artists, friends and collaborators in general for respect, love, professionalism and dedication. To friends customers, thank you so much for trust and respect. Together, they helped me create this simple, cheerful, cozy space that receives everyone with a mother's heart. Thank you all for believing in my dream of creating a gay club where respect to next, friendship, joy are present at every moment. Thank you for believing in me. After all, being the only woman in the world who owns a respectable gay club, makes me feel the love of being the mother of this dear son who today turns 20 Son that I had the privilege of choosing to have, along with father destiny

Most rent boys in Thailand are NOT skinny/boyish effeminate twinks.

This recalls a characterization of the Other Forum that our @WhippedGuy gave me in a PM: 'Lot's-Wife syndrome'! The damnable urge, e'en in the midst of fleeing therefrom, to turn back and look at the latest doings would, inevitably, expose one to such rampant stupidities and vacancies that the mind and spirit would be frozen for the rest of the day, turning one into a veritable pillar of salt!

Great posts numazu! I loved all of it! Only thing missing was this guy's number, I want him for my next trip! Especially if he looks like Vidigal's Justin Bieber whose real name escapes me. If he doesn't mind, send me his digits. It's a shame how some people on this forum go negative at first chance, but really, thank you for the great storytelling.

15 years of Enemas takes its toll !

I like the other site, a lot. I think all of the forums offer something for everyone. The amount of traffic and interaction keeps my interest. I could hardly call the political forum "mindnumbingly stupid". If that's what someone sees, then they're not reading or paying attention. The lounge always has something of interest to post on, and the gallery...ahhh the gallery. It just never disappoints. The variety is amazing and (Grandma we miss you) and Adam Smith's posts are irreplaceable, but such that is life. I am just thankful that he has found a home, where I can check in from time to time, to get my daily dose of enlightenment... That said, I personally like some sort of control. I think rules are for the betterment of the community. There are occasion when the old man goes too far, but I don't personally see it as limiting what I post or what I see. He's deleted some threads, that needed to be deleted, and permanently banned members that most certainly needed to be banned. There is a lack of transparency as to how he goes about enforcing rules and regs, and that is frustrating, and perhaps that's a negative, but in the end, it is his site, and sometimes you have to take the good with the bad. Looking back over the time that I've been there, it is clearly a more civil place to post, and I think that has brought more traffic. I don't expect people to agree with me...but I enjoy posting there, and I always have hope that Grandma decides to return, if for nothing else to keep Bozo, Rockymount, Kippy, and all the other right wing nut jobs in place... (And I would have come to NYC if life permitted.)

Going to the other site is just a bad habit like using too much salt. Once you ignore it for enough days your desire will fade or so I propose. Best regards, RA1

Since speaking of the "other" site always inspires a frisky conversation, let me throw this out there.... There is currently a thread running that "questions" the conduct rules of the admins, and their enforcement therewith, and whether or not they are being followed, and if they are fair.... The truth about the rules is that "there really are NO rules" that define your tenure over "there". The "rules" are dependent on personal feelings and your "standing" in the eyes of the admin. And of course whether you are a financial contributor to their cause. Because, as a member here (tartegogo) pointed out over there, the admins are NOT following their own rules as written. Basically it's a "do as I say" mentality, and like it "or get out".... Yet, it IS a successful site, and members like myself, are willing to forego their dignity for the "privilege" of participating there. My willingness has faded, but I still try to figure out why others havent ? Any thoughts ????

Mr Kesslar doesnt talk, he lectures, and I'm not inspired enough to even go over there an look....

Well then it will force people out into thje street to have REAL sex, and personal interaction, instead of all the Fake bullshit that happens online... Might not be a bad thing ?

Note those dullards aren't getting appointed. Gorsuch now is a different matter, but unqualified he is not.

Couple months ago, a notably conservative federal district court judge asked, in a sex-work case, where is the logic that it should be illegal to sell something that it is perfectly legal to give away. the times, they are a-changin'...

Sorry, I was before looking at this on the phone, and could not see that was blackface. Agree in full.

Mr. Interlocutor: Who was that gentleman I saw you with last night? AS: That was no gentleman, that was my husband. Best regards, RA1

Perhaps...but Jolson's talents, reputation, notwithstanding and within an historical context, "blackface" remains a mark of racism.

LMMFAO!!! Too perfect!

We will live for ever, Adam!

As someone who intends to live forever -- just to irritate the bitches! -- I can't quite relate. (I can of course already be incontinent. Golden Showers! )

Maybe it's just old age...

First Rocky, and now Lucky... You really HAVE gone to the dark side !

'The enema of my friend is my enema.'

All I can say is that I NEVER had any problem with, or disregard for RULES, but simply HOW they are applied. Clearly the rules are NOT the same for all members, which is the only thing I ever objected to. And being treated fairly and EQUALLY seems to be the current societal trend. so why not have it apply to websites you participate on, where the anonymity of it SHOULD put everyone on a level playing field ? Unless you have been the target of constant Daddy wrath, you cannot understand how it wears you down. So while I agree with most of what my sis Annie has said about the positives of Daddy's, for me, the negative has finally superseded ALL.....

Both sites are valuable and have their strengths and weaknesses.

Happy to see that the final mistakes did not cause any damage. Great reports! Next time remember about your mistakes and enjoy an even better trip, without concerns.

"I Don't Play by the RULES"...... (ain't you GLAD?)

Well Lucky, there's slime, and then there's SLIME !

See the difference between the Thai guys and those from Brasil, sexually and not being shy/modest? Too bad things are so reversed in those 2 countries, Brasil more expensive for food/lodging and GREAT sex so cheap and AMAZING food and lodging so cheap in Thailand , mediocre sex so expensive (for what you get) and most times Thai (or Viet, Cambodian, etc..) expecting/asking for more in the end even though they might not have even performed too well. With that being said, I'm going to Thailand and Indonesia next week, Their massages can't be beat, lol

The "react" function is not working ... anyway: heart. You both struck gold!

Hi there is no issue taking guys to hotel its more that you have more space and privacy in a villa and your own pool and the whole villa scene it’s quite unique to Bali so I recommend trying out for the experience. There are endless villas on Airbnb to rent. I stay at a really nice place called heavenly villa amore bali owned by some gay European guys. It’s not in the area I mentioned by has a gay massage place at end of the stree!! And it’s cheap to get around bali in taxis or uber. Hope you had a great time. Banana spa is the most sexually oriented massage place m2 spa is the best imho. The spa at Paul’s place is also good and can include sex. Am sure u will have a great time and u won’t be alone either for pay or for free. The dancers at the 2 main gay bars are normally up for fun as well btw. Can’t wait to hear how you like it. On the non sex front make sure you go to Sunday’s beach club (or take a boybthere for the day - so nice!)

Wow numazu1!! Great tale, thank you for sharing it! Gabriel was a find on your trip, and I'm glad he treated you really well! It's funny (and sometimes tragic) how easy it is to make small mistakes and expose ourselves to danger when dealing with the boys, but fortunately most of the time the boys from the saunas were honest and nothing happened. Hope your next travel is a blast too and you can share again it with us!

Thanks for this. Clearly I did not have the time, nor the balls to explore further. The tip is much appreciated. Leo was the one who I met up for this AirBNB and he has so much tips and stories. Will be staying with them again. Or did I just spoil it and now this will be unavailable because of this recommendation? LOL. Thanks guys! They say you never forget your first time hehehe. In this case my first Brazilian sauna boy. I guess I have a great memory and the "big brother" aspect of owning an iPhone means that every move I made in Brazil is logged in my iPhone in either a geo-tagged photo, Uber logged, or Google searched. You don't have to remember anything anymore. Quite a discussion here about Lidocaine. I had no idea. It's the first time I have encountered it during sex. Isn't pain useful though, as an indicator that something is wrong, and it's dangerous to mask it? Constant pain means that maybe you're doing it wrong. Won't numbing it will mask whatever wrong is happening, like maybe some tearing or bleeding? Oh you mean the "por quilo" restarurants? Yeah we did a lot of those, mainly with the BF and the Paulista hairdresser. Mostly in Sao Paulo, Natal and Salvador. I wanted this last dinner in Brazil to be special. And Gabriel was doing the choosing, and he chose this. Still, it is a little more expensive than say, Colombia. A similar quality meal (for 2 for $40) was about a meal for 4 for $30. Still, you know, it doesn't matter, I'm on vacation. Though I am slightly partial to the Ajiaco with rice in Colombia, usually only like $2 per meal. *blushes*

Part 4 of 4: The Boy in Ipanema There is a little trepidation on my part when I invited the boy to dinner, for two reasons: a.) the first two posts here in the Latin America section, which outline the various precautions one must take when dealing with Brazilian sauna boys, and b.) the high crime and murder rate in Brazil in general, and Rio in particular, whether real or hyped in the news, is seared in my brain. I was bold enough to spend my first four days in Brazil alone (in Sao Paulo), but in those days, I had the fortune of meeting two Paulistas (a hairdresser and a teacher) on Grindr (the hairdresser was even set up on the 45 minutes Uber ride from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Bela Vista), who gave me the 411 on the general dos and don’ts of the city. And even with all my experience boyhunting in Thailand, Mexico and Colombia, where various boys have stayed with me in my hotel or AirBNB without incident, and even one time I’ve even stayed in the apartment of two Chaturbate webcam boys in Colombia, and slept in their room, sandwiched in the middle between the two boys in their queen sized bed, I was still nervous about being with this Brazilian sauna boy, out and about in dangerous Rio, without the security of the sauna. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am usually a good judge of character, and not one instance in the countless encounters I’ve had, have I ever felt I was in danger. Let’s call my Brazilian sauna boy Gabriel. To recap, Gabriel is a bleached blonde 22-year old Carioca who was tall (6’1), muscular (not steroided, huge pecs, large thighs) and versatile (enormous penis, giant bubble butt, needed lidocaine to bottom). He had the typical Brazilian looks and racial mix I was looking for. In time I’m sure I’ll explore all the colors and types that the saunas have to offer, but now, Gabriel has out-Brazilianed every Brazilian boy in the house. On a whim I invited him to have dinner with me, as my first baby step into expanding my sauna experience here in Brazil. In the Uber, he immediately grabbed my hand and held it for most of the ride. This was a great sign, a sign that he was not afraid to be intimate with me even in the non-sexual parts of the our time together, and he was comfortable enough with me enough to do so. The few times he wasn’t holding my hand was when we were using google translate to speak to each other. My Portuguese was a little better than his English, which was to say it was still pretty bad, so if we were going to do a deep dive into each other’s lives, we had to do so with the help of the app. He told me he lived in the edges of one of the favelas in Sao Goncalo, one of the districts of Rio northeast of Ipanema. He googles some images of the Rio-Niteroi bridge, and tells me that he crosses this bridge everyday on the way to the sauna. He is fairly athletic and is a skateboarder. He shows me some photos of him on the sakteboard, and tells me he would send over a video of him doing some amateur tricks. He asks me about my life. I give him a general version of my life. He asks me how often I go to Brazil. I type the words “This is my first trip to Brazil. And you are my first sauna boy.” I look at the translation first before giving it to him. The word garoto pops up, so I was satisfied with the output and hand it to him. He reads the translation and smiles. He looks up and says “Serio?” I nod “Sim!” He types a response back: I hope your trip is great. And I hope your first time in the sauna was a very good experience. I type something back in the affirmative. We get back to holding hands in the uber. And then I realize: MISTAKE #1: I showed him all my cards too soon. I told him I was a newbie. Now I am thinking that he is going to take advantage of me, or worse. This brief but disturbing thought flashed through my head. I try to not think about it further, lest it ruin the rest of the night. I had the Uber take us to the condo in Ipanema. We arrive and I tell Gabriel that we should go in first and get the umbrellas that the condo had, in case it rained while we were out, since it was cloudy. We get in and we hug right away. We kiss for a few minutes and then he says he was really hungry. He leaves his whore bag in the apartment (clear sign that we were going back here after dinner) and we head out. Sure enough, it started to rain hard so we unfurl our gay rainbow umbrellas (which made Gabriel chuckle but didn’t mind it), and started to look for a restaurant that looked good. We see a nice restaurant called Armazem Devassa (image from Google): Gabriel points to it and I nod. We walk to the maître d’ to get seated. I put up two fingers to the guy and he says “2 people?” in English. He gives us one of the outdoor tables that was protected from the rain by an awning. We get comfortable and this was out view of the wet streets of Ipanema: We were given menus, both in English. Gabriel laughs and points to himself and says “Gringo.” He asks for the Portugeuse language menu. We look at the menu: Whenever I am overseas, I always prefer to try the local dishes. So I ask Gabriel what the most traditional Brazilian dish on the menu was. He looked at the menu and said that the Picadinho Carioca would be his choice for traditional meal. It was cubes of filet mignon with beans, fried bananas, farofa and a poached egg. Sounds good. Gabriel orders the salmon, and he says this was the healthy choice because he needs to keep trim for work. We put in our order and then we get into a conversation about his diet. He says he tries to avoid alcohol when he can. And because he has a fast metabolism, he eats a lot of eggs (around 12) in the morning to get in the protein right away. The results of his diet regime truly are remarkable. He gives me some diet tips. I’m sure I will never follow it. Our food comes and it looks good (a little bit blurry sorry): We eat in peace because it is hard to use google translate and have two hands free to use the fork and knife. He asks me if the food was good by pointing to my plate and then giving a thumbs up. I nod. We do a lot of grunt-talking for communication since we cannot use words. It was kind of interesting. We finish up and the waiter asks if we wanted dessert. Both of us say “Nao” and we get the bill: It was R$133, or $40. One of my knocks on Brazil, compared to other destinations like Thailand or Colombia, is that food is relatively expensive. Almost the same price as I would pay in the USA. My BF has warned me about this so I budgeted accordingly. This meal will hardly break the bank, and it was a fitting last dinner for what was an intense and fun Brazil trip for me. It is also fitting that I share my last dinner in Brazil with a sauna boy. I pay with my credit card (haven’t had problems using it, or my ATM, in the country). Before we leave, Gabriel shows me his phone. It was Google Translate, asking me if I wanted to go anywhere else. I shake my head and say “apartamento” as we open our umbrellas to shield us from the light rain. Even with the skies opening up, there were still a lot of people in the various bars that we walked past on the way home. I was slightly disappointed by the weather here in Rio in my last three days. But with such excellent company presently, I hardly had any cause for complaint. As we get to the apartment gate, we get buzzed in by the doorman, so I did not need to use my key. No issues getting Gabriel in, as we exchange “Boa noites” with the doorman on our way to the elevator. We get to the unit and and as I fiddle with the keys to unlock the door, Gabriel puts his hands on my shoulders, gentling massaging them. He was ready to head in as well to continue our night. I finally unlock the door. Gabriel immediately takes off his shirt. He is getting comfortable. He sits on the couch and checks his phone. I sit beside him and he leans over to kiss. We make out for a bit and then he starts taking off my shirt. I toss it over to the side and go over and sit on his lap and keep on kissing. His hands explore my back for a bit as put my hands on face. I whisper “Quarto?” to his ear. He answers me by picking me up! That was unexpected. He maneuvers both of us to the bedroom and he lays me down on the bed. He takes off my shorts, and then he starts taking off his. I can already see my prize: that big bulge that is barely contained in his speedos. My eyes drift for a bit to the wall behind Gabriel and see the clock. It was 10:45 PM. Almost time for Gabriel to leave. As he lies down beside me, I look at the window and see outside that the rain still pouring down on Ipanema. Then a crazy idea popped in my head. I retrieve my shorts from the floor and find my phone. I type something in Google Translate that was MISTAKE #2: “Do you want to stay here tonight? It is still raining and the bed is comfortable.” He looks at me and says “Yes!” in English. I was not thinking clearly. I was not expecting company tonight, especially a garoto, so all my stuff was just strewn everywhere in the house. I was not thinking about the dangers of having a working boy in my room, especially in Brazil. All the warnings in this forum, all the precautions given by my friends, and all the research I’ve made about crime here, all that went out the window, into the soaked streets of Rio, draining onto the south Atlantic. And how could any mortal think clearly, under these heavenly circumstances, in the presence of angels. So, a bonus post, more sex, and more mistakes, next…

You are certainly entitled to your WRONG opinion Latb.... It's only a matter of time before her Troll laced rebuttal will grace us. Have you not been paying attention dear ?

None, so long as I was buying their rounds too. Falling splat down was the normal order there.