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Fascinating. The Book List: What was in Oscar Wilde's prison library? The writer was allowed to keep books in his cell and was also permitted to leave his light on as late as he wanted to read them Getty Collected Works of Matthew ArnoldCity of God by St AugustineThe Confessions of St AugustineVarious Works by Charles BaudelaireThe Pilgrim’s Progress by John BunyanThe Prioress’s Tale by Geoffrey ChaucerThe Divine Comedy by Dante AlighieriLa Vita Nuova by Dante AlighieriCollected Works of John DrydenTrois Contes by Gustave FlaubertLa Tentation de St Antoin by Gustave FlaubertIllumination by Harold FredericThe Passes of the Pyrenees by Charles L FreestonFaust by Johann Wolfgang von GoetheBrittany by Baring GouldCollected Works of HafizThe Well-Beloved by Thomas HardyThe Longer Poems of John KeatsEpic and Romance: Essays on Medieval Literature by William Paton KerThe Courtship of Morrice Buckler: A Romance by AEW MasonAn Essay on Comedy by George Meredith Prison paradiso: Oscar Wilde seemed to be particular keen on Dante (Getty) The History of the Jews by Henry Hart MilmanHistory of Latin Christianity by Henry Hart MilmanHistory of Rome by Theodor MommsenJuvenile Offenders by William Douglas MorrisonA History of Ancient Greek Literature by Gilbert MurrayApologia Pro Vita Sua by John Henry NewmanTwo Essays on Miracles by John Henry NewmanIdea of a University by John Henry NewmanEssays on Grace by John Henry NewmanProvincial Letters by Blaise PascalPensées by Blaise Pascal The solitary reader: Wordsworth’s collected works also make the list (Getty) The Renaissance by Walter PaterGaston de Latour by Walter PaterMiscellaneous Studies by Walter PaterEgyptian Decorative Art (paperback) by WM Flinders PetrieLetters and Memoir by Dante Gabriel RossettiQuo Vadis by Henryk SienkiewiczThe Student’s Chaucer by Walter William SkeatCollected Works of Edmund SpenserTreasure Island by Robert Lewis StevensonCollected Works of August StrindbergThe Study of Dante by JA SymonsRichard Wagner’s letters to August RoeckelCollected Works of William Wordsworth In 1895 Oscar Wilde was sentenced to two years of hard labour for gross indecency and was shuttled between Newgate, Pentonville and Wandsworth prisons before finally reaching Reading. Initially, his access to books was extremely limited but eventually he was allowed to build up a small library, examples of which were put on display at HM Prison Reading in 2016 and are listed above. During prisoners’ first three months behind bars they were only allowed to read a prayer book, a hymn book and the Bible, but after special pleading by Liberal MP Richard Haldane, the authorities relented (Wilde gave the governor at Reading a special signed copy of The Importance Of Being Earnest as a thank you present for allowing more books in). Wilde was not only allowed to keep books in his cell, he was also permitted to leave his light on as late as he wanted to read them. The playwright thanked the governor of Reading Gaol with a signed copy of his most famous play (Getty) The first titles he asked for in June 1895 were The Confessions of St Augustine, various volumes of works by Baudelaire and Cardinal Newman, and one of the key books in his life, The Renaissance by Walter Pater. This was a leading text in the aesthetic movement and instilled in Wilde the drive to turn his life into a work of art. “The Library here contains no example of Thackeray’s or Dickens’s novels,” he wrote in one of his requests for new books. “I feel sure that a complete set of their works would be as great a boon to many amongst the other prisoners as it certainly would be to myself.” Wilde was declared bankrupt and his personal library at home was split up and auctioned. Only around 50 are available in public collections and around 3,000 have never been tracked down. A reconstructed version is available on the Library Thing site (www.librarything.com) and explored in huge detail in Thomas Wright’s book Built of Books: How Reading Defined the Life of Oscar Wilde, which also reveals Wilde’s tendency to tear off and eat the top corner of each page as he read it. ‘A Book of Book Lists’ by Alex Johnson, £7.99, British Library Publishing Find a list of the books US forces found on Osama bin Laden’s shelf here https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/oscar-wilde-prison-library-a-book-of-book-lists-reading-gaol-a8265866.html

Aw, Lucky... You done gone and made him blush

Forgive my mistaken understanding of the question. Here where I am (Raliegh NC), backpage is today the go-to for paid escorts. The place here to find unpaid hookups are the two gay bar/clubs downtown, Legends and Rounds (if memory serves as to the second name).

How about this backpage ad: http://losangeles.backpage.com/MenSeekMen/classifieds/EnlargeImage?image=167441047&oid=159088292 The ad shows a good looking guy supposedly available through contacting the phone number provided in the ad. However, the ad is a fake. The photo in the ad is one of many photos available of a model named Addis Miller who is currently working in New York (not in Los Angeles where the ad is displayed). https://www.google.com/search?q=addis+miller&safe=active&sa=X&biw=1344&bih=736&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=AUFRI0nQKnsyyM%3A%2CgBeW7o2VSgHQbM%2C_&usg=__cPl0tI0O1oFMNcT_470WaQL6vYY%3D&ved=0ahUKEwjO4KzwqpDaAhUK2GMKHfVKDTAQ9QEIMzAC#imgrc=AUFRI0nQKnsyyM: Notice in the numerous photos that appear when you open the above link, the photos include one of the photos of the real model in the fake ad. Go through some of the other ad's photos in the backpage ads and perform a similar reverse image search. More than half of the photos in the ads that I checked contained stolen photos readily available from the internet. Be careful if responding to these ads. Backpage might be safer in NC but in LA, it is fraught with danger.

I used to do that too! I got to be quite the connoisseur. Novels, texts, encyclopedias, all good. Coated magazine paper was something of an acquired taste,, at least for me. National Geographic though was delicious once you got used to it. And the New Yorker too, if I recall rightly. Newsprint and that cheap stuff comics were printed on were just nasty.

None of these guys here where I am are catfish. http://raleigh.backpage.com/MenSeekMen/

Everyone is not a good candidate for the yellow fever vaccine, as it contains a live organism being introduced into the body. Patients with weak or compromised immune system are often advised by their physicians to forego the vaccine due to risks. If you fit into one of these categories, you should probably talk to your primary care physician before getting the vaccine: “Because certain people have an increased risk of developing a serious adverse event if vaccinated with yellow fever vaccine, vaccine is not recommended (i.e., contraindicated) for people with: Allergy to a vaccine component Age <6 months Symptomatic HIV infection or CD4+ T-lymphocytes <200/mm3 (<15% of total in children aged <6 years) Thymus disorder associated with abnormal immune function Primary immunodeficiencies Malignant neoplasms Transplantation Immunosuppressive and immunomodulatory therapies Some people may have an increased risk of an adverse event, but they may benefit from receiving the vaccine. Talk to your healthcare provider if you have any of the following: Age 6 to 8 months Age ≥60 years Asymptomatic HIV infection and CD4+ T-lymphocytes 200 to 499/mm3 (15-24% of total in children aged <6 years) Pregnancy Breastfeeding” https://www.cdc.gov/yellowfever/vaccine/index.html

If it is important to you (it probably should be), find out in advance if the apartment has a safe for small valuables. Some do, some do not. Most that I have rented did advertise a safe. Ask in advance before booking.

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.

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…

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.