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  1. Day 3: Putting the Belo in BH While I finished my *3rd* beer big gulp, I had to ponder what I wanted to do tonight. Normally I’d err on the side of exploration, because you never know what you can find in a new city. I know how to take care of myself, and I can take precautions with meeting new people, like ask the guy to meet me at the hotel before going to the bars, have a good conversation first to suss out the situation, before even going blindly to the bar with strangers. Still not a foolproof way of avoiding getting robbed or worse, but it has served me well in my, albeit limited, experience in meeting guys in Brazil, Colombia and Mexico (and to a lesser extent, since they are safer places, Costa Rica, Panama and Uruguay). But what’s that saying? A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush? I have a garoto de programa willing to stay over overnight for 200 reals ($50). Yes, the other guy is free but in Brazil there is a 50% chance I’ll pay for drinks (from experience). And it is not a done deal that I will like the guy. I’ve been just going off the guy’s photos he sent me on Grindr. Or maybe he won’t like me. Lots of variables, versus a sure thing, sitting next to me, looking all statuesque and ready to go. Ultimately, I had to weigh in the fact that this is Brazil. There is still the danger factor to take into account, though it is ironic that I am putting more trust on the prostitute more than on a supposed office worker (the guy on Grindr). Also, only in Brazil that I can get someone with Bruno’s quality to get to stay with me overnight for $50. I decided to sleep in Bruno’s massive arms tonight, and tell Grindr guy to just meet tomorrow, in broad daylight, at the hotel. -Years from now, when I can’t be this adventurous anymore, due to either health or financial circumstances, I may regret not going out this night in BH. Oh well- So I tell Bruno to put on clothes (does he have to) to get out of here. I finish my beer and say goodbye to the remaining new friends I had that were not in programas currently. I head over to the locker rooms to put on clothes myself. I pay for my night (3 beers, a cabina, entrance fee). It must’ve been cheap since I don’t remember. What I do remember was they did not accept Visa credit cards (they had signs in big bold letters saying they only accepted Mastercard). I paid the bill with cash, and waited for Bruno to come. Bruno comes, in a tight button down that accentuates his chest and biceps, and nice jeans and shoes. It is always jarring to see the boys in fully clothed. Not bad, just different. As he guides me to the street he asks me if I was hungry. I wasn’t particularly hungry but asked him what he wanted to eat. It was past 10PM and I didn’t know where to go at this hour. He said we can just go to McDonalds a block away. With such a fine body, he still can afford eating junk food once in a while. Having sex and pleasing clients for a living is probably a workout in and of itself. After the cheap meal we head back to the hotel. Once again, no issues getting big strapping handsome Bruno through past the reception and to the elevator. I believe getting overnight guests in this hotel is not an issue. We get to the room and Bruno immediately takes off his clothes down to his skivvies and lounges on the bed. I do the same, cuddling with him, and we talked about a lot of things, in Portugues, about his life and my life and BH and Brazil. He’s turned out to be an interesting guy. High school educated but pretty sharp and smart and funny as well. I am always a fan of getting these sauna guys out of the sauna to get the true story. We got to have sex too, now in the more comfortable confines of a hotel, versus the filth and depravity of the sauna. We took our time, and took advantage of the expanse and comfort of the queen size bed, versus the filthy and hard cabina mattress in the sauna. When the fucking commenced, we had an issue with how squeaky the bed frame was, and it made some noise with the bed banging on the wall with every thrust. Sleep was pretty nice too. I got woken up by him going to the bathroom. It was 7 hours later. He gets back into bed to snuggle some more. After an hour of cuddling and kissing and some talking, I finally coax a hard-on from him and off we went. I didn’t want to cum (saving for other boys) but he was game and came in my mouth. Afterwards he heads to the shower to clean himself off: and then I join him. Afterwards we go downstairs to have café da mahna. He was hungry and ate a lot. After some more talking back in the room, I give him 200 and a 20 for the taxi. He tells me to send him a message if I was st the sauna later. I tell him I will. We kiss and he was off. I checked the room. All my things accounted for, nothing was stolen. I have come a long way from that first overnight with Gabriel in my first trip report. With sex and breakfast behind me I dive into my work. I was motivated to finish all this once and for all, so I can meet up with Grindr guy from last night at 3 PM, as well as going to the sauna after, and then a rendezvous with Paulo, the guy I had coffee with yesterday, to end the night. This is why I had to save the cum. I had several chances to score later. I was able to finish work with some minutes to spare. Grindr guy was coming up soon, in 20 minutes. I do a quick shower and tidy up the room to give it some semblance of order. I head downstairs and got some potato chips at reception. I was a little hungry. I waited for the guy at the lobby. After 10 minutes Grindr guy saunters in. He is taller than I thought, maybe 6’4. 25 years old, Italian looks, wearing cute glasses, a polo shirt and jeans. He was smiling widely, as I stand up to shake his hand. “How are you? Nice to finally meet you!” he says enthusiastically. I apologized to him for not being able to go with him and his friends to the bars. He said it was ok, he was with friends. But he said he had too much to drink. And he had to wake up a little early today because he had a lunch with family. Sunday is family time for Brazilians, he says, and this Sunday was no exception for his family. I asked him if I was in the way of his family day today. He said I wasn’t. He was going to go back to a family dinner later anyway, and my time with him this afternoon was a good distraction. This was nice. Conversation was flowing. The guy was pretty amiable, and had a naturally cheerful personality. English was perfect, accent only discernable with certain English words. We continued talking in the room. And then he looks at my left hand and takes it. I lean in for a kiss. That was it. He had a muscular frame but not too worked out body. More natural, with a little belly but suited him nicely. To my surprise, his body was smooth. I thought he’d be hairy because of his big beard. And he didn’t lack the size. My Brazilian expectation of a big dick and plump ass was pretty impressive with this guy. The cock was nice long and thick. The ass was plump and smooth. We feasted on the buffet at hand. It took us one and half hours to finish. He came 3 times! All 3 times was when I was fucking him. After every time he came we would take a break, sometimes talk, sometimes doze off. And then he would get a hold of my dick to make me hard and we were at it again. I only came once, on minute 20. Not that I couldn’t do more, but I had far to go today. The guy left around 5 PM. I had only a few minutes before I had to shower again for the sauna. Sauna Olimpo on a Sunday, next…
    4 points
  2. RockHardNYC

    The Boys in The Band

    I am a man of the theater. So I can't say I disagree. I certainly know how to play hateful and bitchy. I've learned from some of the best. For an actor, or someone who needs to act in their profession, those roles are the most fun to play. But in reality, hateful and bitchy is an awful life. Wouldn't wish it on anybody.
    2 points
  3. I've met Bill Cosby on a few occasions. He was always holding court, pretending to be sitting on some throne. His self-importance and pride permeated the room whenever he was present. I did not bow to his throne because I was never a fan. But I was professional and polite. His early years with small children was the only comedy of his that made me chuckle, and it was the kids who made me laugh the most.
    1 point
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