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  1. Day 2.5: Sauna Olimpo First Impressions I confessed on a previous trip report that I wasn’t particularly fond of saunas in general. Among one of my reasons was that I really didn’t like strutting up and down the premises wearing just a towel. I wasn;t particularly ashamed of my body but I’m just not comfortable. When I was in 117 or Lagoa I kept my clothes on with a towel in tow and sometimes wearing the sauna’s flip-flops, if I wasn't wearing my own, and left my wallet in the locker (I felt this was the safe thing to do). I tried to do the same here, but was told by the owner(?) that I needed to be in a towel. Okie-dokie, no worries. I still brought my cellphone with me. Can’t be without that. After the initial sensory overload of everyone in towels and my inability to make out the boys from the clients, I stood in a corner and saw everything and everyone, in a better light. Alright, there were clearly some hot boys here, and the clientele were a mix tonight, mostly older, some nice lookers, and sprinkling of younger guys. The place itself was really nice and appealing. There was a bar, some tables and chairs to sit on, and ideal lighting. Going around the premises, I could make out the cabinas and doors to bigger rooms, and a series of showers. I go back to my corner and immediately got accosted by a tall and muscular guy. He was lighter skinned, and he was squeezing his ample bulge over his towel. He leaned over close and started with his questions: what was my name, where I came from, what do I want. He then started to tell me what he could do. Lots of kissing, lots of body contact, and he would fuck me hard. I asked the ultimate questions “só ativo” he says. I had to break it to him. I was also a top, and would like to fuck him. He shakes his head and smiles, and then proceeds to tell me that the other stuff is enough, and penetration doesn’t have to happen. I ask how much: “150” he says. That is too much for just foreplay, even if he checks all the other boxes: handsome, tall, muscularly stacked, and a big dick and possibly delicious ass. I tell him to check in with me again after I get a bottom to fuck. He shakes my hand and pecks my cheek. That move alone made me hard, but ultimately I did want to get my rocks off inside an ass, and not my own hand (or his, or his mouth). So the hunt continues. I get some offers from other guys but felt they were more B-quality. I was content with waiting, I had all night. I sat down on one of the beach recliners and played with my phone. Eventually another garoto made his offer. I look up and saw a “Lagoa quality” man. Let’s call him Bruno. He was light skinned, long-ish brown hair that was clearly styled and framed his handsome face perfectly. He had nice thick lips, pretty striking for a white guy to have. And his body was perfect. Giant pecs, perfect six pack, and yummy biceps. Looking at him lording over me was hot and accentuated his physical gifts. He stretched out a hand and introduces himself. He asks if he could sit beside me, pointing to the void space next to me. I put a hand on the space and patted it. He sits down and gives me a sideways hug. We talk for a while, him asking some good questions, making me feel at-ease to be close to him. He again checks all the boxes, including willing to bottom. I asked how much “150” he asks. I was OK with that to be honest, but I countered anyway “100” I respond. “Vamos” he says with out hesitation. That was easy. He asks permission to get a room and some lube and condoms. I wait for him on the lounge chair. Two minutes later he was back, and takes my hand and guides me to a cabina. I was kind of disappointed with the cabina though. Not a lot of lighting, not totally private as it was more of a booth than a room, though there was a door that locked. I was going to say something but Bruno takes off his towel to reveal his hard penis. All my reservations melted away. You can’t find anything else wrong after you see such perfection in front of you. We kiss standing up for a while, and then I tell him to continue this on the “bed”. After that, he was in control. He knew the beats to follow. He knew how to position his body for maximum client enjoyment. He knew the right amount of foreplay and got the condom to suit me up to fuck him. He knew how to pace himself on top of me, making sure I came before he got tired. The visuals were wonderful of course. His muscles tensing up and his motivating “gostosos” and “issos” were pretty remarkable. When my hands explored his body, everything was rock hard and strong. I came in the condom. He automatically cleans me up and throws away the rubbish. I wanted him to cum. “150” he asks, and it was my turn to say yes right away. He came in my mouth. Now all of that was wonderful of course, but there was nothing organic about it. It was mechanical, passionate and detached at the same time. I know he was just trying to make a buck, and it was only work for him. And he knew how to please for sure. I was not complaining. It was just too rehearsed and unspontaneous. Probably too much to ask in a disgusting sex booth in a Brazilian sauna filled with hot male prostitutes, but then again, if one is in a Brazilian sauna filled with hot male prostitutes, you pretty much will have fun, no matter how “by-the-book” the sex was. He leads me to the showers, and talks while we were showering. He is very friendly. He asks me about my stay and my work, I ask him questions about BH. He kisses me after drying. We head over to the lockers and I gave him his 150. He asks me to put his number in my Whatsapp, telling me we should do something tomorrow. Sounds expensive but I let him do it. He hugs me one last time and heads off to find his next client. I decide to take a breather and headed over to the bar and sat down. I asked for a beer and was handed this giant bottle. I looked around and everyone was drinking it. A Brazilian guy to my left, probably 40-ish, started to talk to me in fairly broken English. I answer in my broken Portuguese and we went from there. He was nice, introduced me to his older boyfriend who was sitting next to him. And then there was a guy to my right who was ordering the same beer started talking to me. Maybe 50-something Brazilian. Was pretty friendly as well. Complimented me on trying to speak the language, since he said the gringos he knew did not even try. He asked me if I was staying for the show. I didn’t know there was a show. It was going to be in 30 minutes. I asked what the show was. I heard the English words “drag queen” and “stripper”, so I guess those things were enough to make me want to stay. I was also on Grindr during all this, and some gays I was talking to were wanting me to hang out with them. It was a Saturday night after all, so I was interested in checking out the gay bars in BH. I was told by one guy (25, tall, fit, handsome) to meet with his friends in a bar called Sapucai: I ask my new friends in the sauna about this place. One guy called on his younger friend. The friend was probably early 20s, not a looker but oh well I am not fucking him. He looks at my Grindr and tells me that this bar was in a sketchy place, and if it was my first time to go there it was not recommended. The young guy then tells me that this sauna is a nice way to spend a Saturday night as well, and it is safer and more secure. This was good information. I didn’t have to decide right away anyway, but its good to know the lay of the land from locals. After a spirited conversation with my seatmates (including them telling me there was another sauna de GP close to here but told me to not bother), the show started. It was a good show, and the drag queens were pretty skillful, though they were afflicted with the same condition as Thai drag queens, and that was “lip-syncing with an accent”, with them not mouthing the English words to the song as well as one would want, but oh well, it was fun. The star of the sauna came out as well, in a sexy striptease. I forgot his name, but he was worthy of being the superstar. Handsome, tall, perfectly smooth muscled body, big thick dick and ass. And a killer smile. When the show ended, my new friends headed over to cabinas with boys in tow. Like clockwork, Bruno appears, looking more handsome than before fro some reason, with hair all tousled, giving me a hug. He asks me what I was up to. I told him I didn’t know yet. He then asks me if I wanted company in the hotel tonight. I smile. He had a hand on his chest, and he was bouncing his perfect pecs up and down. He was making a sale. “How much?” I ask. “How much can you offer?” he asks. I automatically say “150”. He counters with 250. “200” I say, with finality. “Sim, vamos!” he then says, smiling. But I could go out with these guys in Sapucai later. What should I do? Bruno or this other guy?
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  2. Serious question... With the advance of social media and forums... How much is too much information to share...I like reading info on peoples trips and suggestions but what is considered too much info... I never say names or post face pics of any of the guys that I have been with or tell too much info where somebody would be bale to figure out who I am talking about... Being vague can be a good thing... But I want to know from others what is too much information or too little information to tell...
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  3. I knew you were having an issue at one point. I thought this was resolved. There have been no changes on the front end of the site that I am aware of but Mac just released a new OS.
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  4. If the guy advertises publicly somewhere, like viva local, anything goes, except what he is not giving in his ad. For example if he doesn’t have a face pic, then it would be out of order to post a face pic of that guy. For grindr guys, I wouldn’t post anything that reveals his identity, but would be happy to describe the sex in detail, purely for entertainment, though, because I don’t expect anyone to find the same guy, grindr is not fixed, it shows people depending where you and they are, unlike an ad. For sauna guys, I feel the real identity of the guys is out of order, so no face pics unless you have explicitly asked permission. But their sauna name is not their real name, so I have no issue posting that and the details of the sessions. After all they are selling a service which is legal, and we should be able to know who is good in the cabin, and who isn’t. We can only do that if we ID them by their sauna name. And the only people who will be able to find them from these posts are people going to the sauna, which to me is just like talking to another patron at the sauna itself.
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  5. 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.
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