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Normally no one gets up before 10:30 - 11:00 am, go to lunch then the beach, usually get back around 4 ish and everyone catches up on their emails, texts!

$1.00 U.S.to Brazilian Reias = $3.88 $1.00 U.S. to Mexican Peso = $19.66 these are getting close to all time highs

I would found a church and declare Tomcal our Messiah. And funnel all funds to holly fun without paying taxes. This is the backyard altar.

Sounds like a fun day.. Thanks for sharing

Judging by his thumbs and the length of his middle finger, I'm estimating that he's probably 4" soft and 8" hard. That's enough of a basket for me.

If I wanted sex with a vegetable, I'd visit a Whole Foods. As costly as that is, I hear it's a lot cheaper than the doll. I suppose there are a ton of lonely people in the world who aren't getting any. I do kinda feel sorry for them, because I believe everyone should have access to a healthy sex life. A major reason why I support escorting as a business. A plastic doll might improve someone's sex life. No one to complain about your bad breath. No one to insult your overweight body. No one to criticize your terrible love-making skill. The doll could fill a void for some. I never liked the taste and smell of plastic. When someone puts a dildo in his mouth in porn, my cock immediately deflates. In the right situation, a toy may have its place. But I prefer another human on the other end of sexual activity. Half the fun (if not more) of having great sex is pleasing your partner, hearing him moan, groan, and talk dirty, and listening to him beg for more.

Harlan Ellison obituary Short story writer who regenerated the science fiction genre in the US To some, Harlan Ellison was the finest short story writer to have emerged from America’s science fiction ghetto in generations. The Los Angeles Times described him as “the 20th-century Lewis Carroll”; JG Ballard thought he was “an aggressive and restless extrovert who conducts life at a shout and his fiction at a scream”; Robert Bloch, author of Psycho, called him “the only living organism I know whose natural habitat is hot water”. ... (Obviously stated before the discovery of Cyanobacteria... ) https://www.theguardian.com/books/2018/jun/29/harlan-ellison-obituary

Hard life!

Nice!

Speaking of misspellings - Earscourt versus Earlscourt and mispelled versus misspelled - Sorry, you seem so erudite - I could not resist - just this once - And, because I know you know better.

My husband and I visited Brazil for the first time this past week. OMG! We had read and heard about what transpires in Brazil and Club 117. After our week in Brazil, I see why they need a statue of Christ high up on a mountain with his arms stretched wide. After six days in Rio, the arms on that statue weren't the only things that had been stretched wide. We fly out of Miami on Wednesday. It was a late overnight flight so we arrived about 8 a.m. on Thursday. We mulled around all day at our Airbnb and surrounding area until I called Uber to transport us to Club 117. Uber arrived around 530 and it took us about 45 minutes to arrive at the Club. The neighborhood and street in front of the club is heavily populated with people. We walked in the club and walking out was the sexiest Afro-Brazalian. This guy was so sexy, my husband and I actually tried to coax him to come back in because in our minds, "they're couldn't possibly be anyone in the club sexier than the walk walking out. Omg! were we ever wrong? We walked in and couldn't believe how beautiful the men were inside this club. YES! you see the guys the minute you walk in the club because they are all standing around in towels with the most handsome faces and flawless bodies. I really couldn't believe my eyes or the fact that a place like this existed. I was so freaking nervous because its a lot to take in. I mean the guys were shoulder to shoulder and they were all sexy AF. The guy at check in was very friendly. My husband and I handed him copy of our passport he gave us two towels and a locker key. I told my husband at the desk that I was EXTREMELY NERVOUS. He laughed and stated, "well this is what you wanted, now you are here. ENJOY!" As we walked from the registration desk to the locker room downstairs, it's not to glimpse at the guys standing around in towels flashing their BIG JOHNSONS. Guys (escorts) were all over the place. I told my husband to abstain from selecting a guy because a reviewer here stated that you should go to the video room and check out the bi-guys watching the straight porn. I'm so happy we took heed to that piece of advice. In the video room the men are standing against the wall with some of the BIGGEST, HARDEST PIECES imaginable. I felt like I was watching a tennis match because my head was moving from side to side trying to make a decision about who we would take back to a room. It was tough because all of the men in that place were gorgeous and hung like mules. They will walk over to you and the entire time I was speaking to each one, I was glancing at their penis. Yes! They walk up to you with their HARD MEMBERS and start a conversation. I speak no Portugese so I had no idea what they were saying. My husband and I came prepared though. Before we left home, I made business cards from our home computer. On the card, in Portugese, I stated my name, sexual position, what really turned me on (nipple play), my price ($120R per person =$240R), and my WhatsApp number. When we finally decided on a guy, we would give him a card, and if he agreed we took the guy to the front desk and got a key for a room upstairs. We took our own slides, lube and condoms to the club. At the counter, I also showed the guy at the desk the business card I had given to the escort. We took the guy upstairs and had the time of our lives. It was a surreal, out of body experience. After we finished with that guy, we exchanged whatspp numbers and went back upstairs for our second guy. This continued four times and by the fourth guy, I was exhausted. After about 5 minutes I just watched he and my husband handle business. We went back to the club Friday night also. There were hot guys there, but not like Thursday night. Thankfully we exchanged WhatsApp numbers with as many guys as we had interest in. We sent messages to the guys throughout the day and arranged for them to meet us at the apartment. It's imperative that you exchange WhatsApp numbers with anyone who peaks your interest so you can meet them outside of the club. When arranging to meet outside of the club all of the guys stated that they wanted $200R per person for the hour. My husband and I never agreed to that rate and told them it would be $150R for each person for the hour and all accepted that price. We had the time of our lives. I can't imagine how anyone would go here and not have a F-Ing good time (pun intended). We didn't encounter any attitude or bad vibes. If we weren't interested in a guy we smiled and told him, " No Thank you." This place has an endless array of sexy hung men who are eager to please. Once again, remember to exchange WhatsApp numbers with anyone you are interested in.

The blog is https://ilikepinga.com I have blocked the policeman. I am sick of his unreliability, he is treating me as a hook up and not as a client. I lost my interest and he would not accept a "no" as an answer. I moved on. I cannot compare to Mexico, I have never been there. I can tell you you would have lots of free sex using Grindr. I am still to go to the local disco, but it does not start until 2 AM. I am physically and emotionally exhausted today (we had Dad's ashes ceremony this noon) and I am not going. Perhaps next week end. Please be aware that what I am sharing so far is from Corrientes, an inside the country provincial capital pretty much out of the international trendy circuits. Situation in Buenos Aires is pretty different and I will report on that by the second week of July. And now I have to leave you because my veterinary student passed both of his finals and he is coming to celebrate. I am tired but still horny. Thank you for enjoying!

What a muscle god!

"Ju Love Me...I Love you".... Aint HE the cutest ?

Beautiful photos and guys! Thank you for sharing! Was this at the Atlantico?

IMO, those emoji likes are the ruination of social interaction. If I like something, i will SAY so, and not take the easy way out, avoiding a personal connection. Dont tell me your fucking life is so busy that you dont have 3 seconds to SAY you like something ?

The day after my visit at Mezzaninu, I was at Lagoa. I liked the layout; seemed more relaxed than 117. It's also the only Brazilian sauna I've visited with a hot water jaccuzi, though unfortunately the water wasn't that hot. Unlike 117, the straight porn room at the top was continuously empty; I fondly remember the one in 117, for the abundance of huge erections being wanked. To my disappointment, I couldn't really find a catch to my liking. Most guys were big-musceled or unattractive. Very few were cock exhibiting, which for me is a telling sign. I was there from before 6 till after 8; there were circa 15 patrons and 30 garotos; didn't see even one couple heading for a cabin. 3-4 guys approached me, but left me when I declined. Another was attractive and we talked-stammered for some time, but he wasn't endowed enough for me. I told him "maybe later" and he left pleasantly. There was one garoto who was really overly persistent. The minute I walked in he suggested he'll show me around. My "nao obrigado" left him unfazed, and he would come back every 5 minutes with a new idea. At some point I told him he was wasting his time since he's not my type. He left, but 10 minutes later joined me in the jaccuzi and started wanking me. Since jaccuzi sex is one of my favorites I played along, but succeeded in thinking also with the other head - reminding him every couple of minutes that this won't change my mind. He gets an A+ for his optimitic resolve and an F for realism..... I ended up in a programa with Igor: really thin, big smile, even bigger dick. I told him he didn't need to cum, we settled on 150, and I paid 180. As I was dressing up in the locker room, the persistent/wanking guy pushed a note into my hand asking for R40 - his "exit fees". I said no, because I didn't want to encourage his sticky manner. That's Igor's power of persuation:

His legs and butt totally turn my crank. Love looking at him. Would love to see a front shot.

Ratings are subjective. I am not attempting to contradict others' impressions or to strongly recommend a place. My 3 visits to Paragonya over 4 days (a day off touring Basel) were successful. It is quite possible it would not be replicated. Certainly, Monday and Tuesday experiences may have been serendipitous. The overall trip to northern Switzerland was magical, superb weather, hours of walking, both major cities possessing impressive art galleries with dozens of masterpieces. A repeat visit, having seen all major attractions, if Paragonya disappoints would be a letdown. The city location itself in Europe is a relatively expensive place to hang out if waiting for something to happen. Subsequent to my trip I investigated further the complexities of commercial sex licensing in Switzerland (the profession is legal but regulated), for both workers and establishments, as well as EU freedom of movement rights and responsibilities viz gainful employment. I realized that I jumped the gun in previous posts, and in future I would not specify identifiable providers. The trade is loosely unionized, populated by thousands of mostly women, with a semi-established program minimum rate of 100 francs (about on par with USD). Paragonya identifies as a regular bathhouse and distances itself from brothel designation by a sign on premises related to prostitution. The cabins are open to all types of occupants making hay with other occupants; the venue simply makes sure there is overall order. This partially explains occasional poor reviews by customers objecting to the trends of hookups there. The entance charge with unlimited cabin access is 37 francs. If I could change one thing re the premises, I would like a spray spritzer in the cabin to disinfect the vinyl mattress. There is minimal cleaning of cabins by staff and sheets are not provided. Just your two large bath towels. Many guys stay in their bare feet. Bring your own sandals. My playbook for handouts is to say what I am prepared to give. I do not request suggested donation amounts and negotiations do not figure prominently. I prefer to dictate what an experience is worth to me as I am the one helping, and it is ludicrous for a virtual stranger to arbitrarily second-guess the worth of fluid highly variable interactions on my behalf. We may both walk; I do not have a 100% success rate with offers. But it all worked out well at Paragonya. I will go as far as to say that my extensive experience in Brasil is somewhat revealed to these Zürich strangers. A hat trick there typically involved total donations about 50% more than Brasil based on paying full cabin rate in the latter for 3 programas.

Day 9: It’s Hat trick day Goodbye Gabriel Today is my last full day in Brazil this trip. Gabriel and I part ways too: I fly back to Sao Paulo and he flies back home to Rio. While I feel sad about saying goodbye to Gabriel, I have two things to look forward to today – (1) a chance to visit Lagoa, the legendary sauna in Sao Paulo and (2) hookup with the Grindr guy I met in Day 4.5. And of course I still have Gabriel this morning, so it looks like it is a three guy day for me. I usually have a three guy day when I have a guy staying over the night, and then having another guy in the afternoon, before having a last guy at night. I was kind of regretting the missed opportunity at Sauna Mezzaninu last night. By all other accounts it’s a great sauna with hot boys, judged by both what I saw last night and what has been written about it on here. It is my fault for bringing a Rio garoto who was hotter than the sun, and who, even with all the other available boys in the sauna, for me, proved to have outshone everyone else in the sauna that night. So next time I am in Porto Alegre, I will be alone, and hungry to do this all over again. That is why tonight, I will be going to Lagoa, to satisfy my sauna hunger. But first thing’s first, Gabriel and I wake up to the alarm at 6 AM. I turn towards Gabriel. He stirs but still has his eyes closed. I lick his nipple and put my hand on his cock. His cock is big even soft. I massage it a little bit. Slowly but surely it turns into the monster size he’s known for. I feel his hand behind my head to guide it to his face. We kiss deeply, morning breath and all. “Good morning, how are you” he says, in English, smiling. “I feel great,” I tell him, in English as well. “You want?” Gabriel asks me, grabbing his now fully erect cock. “Sim, por favor,” I answer. I knew what he wanted too. After some more kissing and sucking, I take a condom and sheathe his cock with it. I liberally apply some lube on him and in me, and I slowly sit on it and ease it in. I’ve gotten used to the size by now. And from how fast he came, he still liked how I felt. He pulled out and started kissing me. He took my cock and finished me off. We shower together, playfully soaping each other like we usually do, and talk about future plans. I will see him again in September, in Rio. He wants me to stay with him in Sao Goncalo. He wants to show me Ilha Grande. I tell him I was going to Belo Horizonte as my companion city before Rio, but will see him in Rio after, for possibly 2 nights, maybe 3. I was careful not to make too many promises I cannot keep. He is probably used to customers promising all kinds of shit made while under his spell, and renege on it when they go back to their normal lives. Gabriel was a fantasy companion for any person, and one that was seductive and astonishing, but one that needs to be kept safely at a distance, in the domain of fantasy. Once we finish packing we clean up a little bit in the AirBNB. I thought it was a pretty solid AirBNB stay, even if we barely had time to enjoy it. I send a message to the owner saying we are about to leave. He texts back saying to just leave the keys to the guard at the gate. Gabriel starts to put on his sweater. I tell him “Nao!” and I hand him my black sweater. I tell him to keep it, since I knew he liked it and used it the whole time we were together. “Seguro?” he asks me. “Sim, melhor em voce,” I told him it looked better on him. “Seu frio no aviao!” he tells me, concerned I was going to freeze in the plane. He takes his Adidas sweater, the expensive one given to him by a client, and hands it to me. “Para mim?” I ask him, was it for me? He nods, smiling from ear to ear. I wear the sweater. He says I look good in it. I want to apologize to the client who gave Gabriel the sweater. It is now with me in California. We Uber it to Porto Alegre airport. We have “breakfast” in the VIP lounge in Porto Alegre. We were the only ones there. I encourage Gabriel to steal as many snacks that he could and put it in his bag: When my flight starts boarding I hug Gabriel tightly and we say goodbye. We will see each other again. Hello Thiago I get to my next Sao Paulo hotel in the mid-afternoon. I’m not staying at the Intercontinental this time, but I stayed true to the IHG brand and stay at Staybridge Suites, for only $55 for a night. I didn’t need anything fancy. I am leaving tomorrow to go back to the USA at lunchtime, I only needed a place to stay in Central Sao Paulo to sleep and possibly host a boy or two. The hotel was between Itaim Bibi and Parque Ibirapuera, so it was pretty central. It took me an hour to get there from the airport. My priority was to be able to go to the sauna tonight. It is Lagoa after all. But it was only 2 PM, so I had enough time to get a boy to have sex with. And I didn’t have to troll on Grindr. I already have a boy. I have been talking to Grindr Guy, who I hooked up with on Day 4.5, during the intermission during Marcos’ futile dash to the airport. Let’s call him Thiago. To recap, Thiago was a 22-year-old Paulista Renaissance man student majoring in Music and Biology, and Volleyball, Capoeira and Swimming. He was a fantastic fuck and sat on me like a champ. The bruise on my left nipple from his over eager exertions is almost gone, so its time to get one again from him. I’ve been talking to him all week while I’ve been with Gabriel, keeping him abreast of my activities, to keep the flame burning: I talk to him about meeting on Saturday at 3 PM: And we talk about what we will do to each other on Saturday: And today, I follow up on him on my whereabouts in Sao Paulo: When it was 2 PM, Thiago tells me he is getting ready to go to my hotel: He asks me to pay for the Uber. That was new, but 12 reals to pay for this handsome boy to get to the hotel faster is really a small price to pay for this quality. He calls me in Whatsapp to tell me he is close, and to meet me outside the hotel to pay for the Uber. I go outside and wait for the Uber. After 5 minutes his car arrives. He steps out of the car and waves at me. “Do you have 6 reals?” he asks. I give him 6 reals from the 12 reals I had in my hand. He pays the driver and the Uber speeds away. He hugs me. I ask “I thought it was 12 reals for the Uber?” He answers “I found 6 reals in my wallet. I thought I did not have the change for the ride.” He takes my hand. “Vamos?” he asks. I laugh. “Lets go!” We go hand in hand to the elevators. No one bats an eye. I guess Staybridge Suites is cool with visitors. We get to the room. Thiago kisses me hard. He then asks me “Do you want to talk first or talk later?” I take off his shirt and unbutton his shorts and massage his already hard cock. “What do you think?” He returns the favor and takes off my clothes. We kiss very very deeply. We go to town on each other, but we take our time this time. This kid was very strong. His thighs were fairly muscular, making his ass like steel traps. I lay down on the bed. He takes off his underwear. He sits on my face. I part his cheeks and fulfill a promise. I ate him out. He chows on my cock in response. When he’s done he immediately sits on my cock, with just spit and nothing else. It was hot. I fuck him for a while. He lifts me up and kneels down to suck on my cock some more. He then bends over to expose his wonderful ass to me. I fuck him that way. Not wanting to cum yet, I put his cock in my mouth. After just a few licks he suddenly cums in mouth. “Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. I kiss him, cum still in my mouth. This was hot. We go through a few more rounds of wrestling in the sheets till I cum in his ass. He cums for a second time on his tummy. I lick it all up and kiss him again till the cum was gone. “Get the cum out of me,” he asks. I got what he was asking. I lay down and he sits on my face again. The cum oozes out of him into my mouth. I sit up and he kisses me. The cum was gone, again. That was filthy fun. No cleanup. Very efficient. We laugh. “You’re very good,” I tell him. “I know, and you told me this already,” he flashes that 1000 watt smile. We talk some more in bed, cuddling, kissing. It was nice just being like this. We talk about what my initial impressions about Brazil, about his life, about mine. I ask him if I can see him again next trip. He said he will be waiting. We shower, and decide to have coffee. I tell him to choose, he chooses Starbucks (to my chagrin). Bought two cappuccinos and resumed our talk. Then it was close to 5 PM. I tell him I need to wrap up, but thanked him for coming. We promise each other to keep in touch on Whatsapp. I call him an Uber. That was fun, but fun more to come. Next, Lagoa.

Condolences, this must be quite painful especially if you were close. You made me wonder how I will react to my own father’s departure when it happens, thanks for sharing with us.

A couple more pics that may interest you. This is a standard bathroom in any home in Argentina: As you can see, there is a bidet. It is really unusual an Argentine bathroom without one, and I will never understand how Americans, so focused always in max comfort have not yet acquire this as a national standard. For those into cooking, like my adorable @epigonos, this is one of my favorite traditional dishes in Paraguay and Argentinean Northeast, the mbaipu or mbapy (name from Guaraní, language of the homonymous native nation).