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Day 9.5: Can one really be true friends with a GP? Leo, my hairdresser friend, and Diego, the GP from Pointe 202 we picked up last night, were becoming good friends. Leo kept telling me how cool Diego was Diego was also doing the same thing. A love connection perhaps? I didn’t get an inkling that this was happening. Diego kept hanging on to me and not Leo. And Leo kept talking to guys on Grindr. There were lots of guys on Grindr to talk to. Perhaps it was just a good friendship. I ask Diego what the deal was tonight. Was he leaving us to work at the sauna? Was he hanging out with us all night? Leo, Alex, and I were going to a sauna, his place of work. I was not paying him tonight, which was his promise to Leo (Leo made sure of that, even with me tempted to tip him every single turn), so I asked if he wanted to work while we were in the sauna. Diego assured me that he was going to go with me wherever I go, even at the sauna. So he was just going to wait for me in the sauna and not get any clients. I tell him he can at least buy beers and such while waiting. Maybe not the best thing to do right now - giving a working boy carte blanche to charge for anything while he waited for me to finish with my programas, but he has not given me anything to worry about, yet. We Uber it to Club 117. It was a full house in the Uber, with Leo, Diego and I in the back and Alex in the front. At the counter in the sauna, we all enter as “clients” since Diego asked to be a client as well since he was not working tonight and just wanted to be a client like the rest of us. I was not clear what the difference was between entering as a “client” or as a “boy”, except for the cheaper entrance fee going in as a “boy”, but it made sense that Diego entered with us as an equal. All four of us go down to the lockers and again Leo and Alex change into towels, and I just change my shoes to the slippers provided, and Diego does not change at all, just him wearing his nice polo shirt and jeans, looking all nice and dapper. We all head to the back bar so Leo can smoke. We all get drinks, with Diego getting mine and his beer with his key, which made sense because I was responsible for all of Diego’s stuff today, as was the deal, so it was just cleaner to have all of Diego's and mine stuff in one account. All four of us just drink and shot the shit for a while, while I kept an eye out for my next programa. Diego, the consummate GP, was holding my hand the whole time, and once in a while leaned over to kiss me a little, or at times, kissed me a lot. One client, an older Brazilian guy, went over to Leo to introduce himself, perhaps to ask if Leo was available. Leo, by habit, told the guy he wasn’t a boy and was married to me. The client laughed. The client thought I was with Diego, since Diego was sucking my face all night. We all laugh. Leo tells the client the truth, that we were all just friends, and invites him to sit down with us. Eventually David, the amazing bottom in my threesome with Gabriel a few days ago, enters the back bar. He was looking extra fine today. He was looking over to us and see Diego holding my hand and being sweet to me. I wave him over and he approached our table tentatively. He gives me a kiss and a hug and then shakes everyone’s hand and makes introductions. Diego, still being the accommodating companion, gets a chair from the next table and puts it next to me, in between Leo and I. Leo moves a little out of the way to make way for David. Diego asks David if he wants a beer. David asks for a coke, so Diego goes to up to the bar and gets David’s drink. David looks around the table. It was a full table. David asks me if I wanted a programa tonight. Of course, I tell him. I just wanted to finish my beer. “Are you sure?” asks David. He points to Leo, and then to Diego. “You have two boys already.” I laugh. I tell him Leo is not a boy, just someone here with me. Diego was a boy, I confirmed with David, but right now I wanted him. David takes my right hand, with Diego still having my left hand. I am liking the attention. My friends teased me as being the “Rei de GP” the King of Garotos. I feigned disgust of course, but having two really good looking guys on either side of me felt good. With both our drinks done, David and I excuse ourselves to commence with our programa. The good thing about getting a boy for a second time was the initial uneasiness of being intimate with someone for the first time was gone. We got into it pretty quickly. Not having to share David with anyone gave our second time the feeling of like a first time. And David, perhaps unencumbered by the presence of another GP (Gabriel) with him in the cabina, was free to let his freak flag fly. He was a maniac. Kissing, sucking, rimming, I fucked him senseless. He came in my mouth. And when it came to me cumming, he ate all of mine as well. Very surprising. Worth the 150 reals I gave him. I come back to the table and see Leo and Diego deep in discussion. “David é bom?” Leo asks me. I give him a thumbs up. I ask them where Alex was. Leo says that Alex was looking for a boy. Diego then tells me that the drag queen show was about to start and if I wanted to watch it. I say sure and we all transfer, with our drinks, to the next room with the stage and bar. We find a vacant table and sit. The Brazilian client who joined us earlier, now joined us at the table as well. Diego commenced with his hand holding and kissing routine with me. Everything was good in the world. The show starts and some fairly elaborate drag queen lip sync was going on. One drag queen with perfect makeup and a shimmering gold gown was tearing up “I have nothing” by Whitney Houston. But like in Thailand, the drag queen wasn’t necessarily mouthing the English words correctly. I call this “Lip-syncing with an accent” in Thailand, and it applied here as well. I told Diego this and he laughed out loud (loud enough for the next table to give him a weird stare). Diego gives me a deep kiss. He thanks me for the good time tonight. We kiss again. I was noticing a couple of Brazilian clients eyeing Diego. I have forgotten that Diego is a GP, and clients will want to talk to him or more. The two guys were trying to get his attention. Diego was not going to be rude so he tells them his name and shakes their hand, and then turns his attention back to me for more hand holding and kissing. I was liking this. I didn’t need anymore guys tonight. I think Diego was going to be the last GP for me this trip. More lip-syncing, more show. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. And then in the hallway I see this lean, blue-eyed, blonde (highlights) guy with a handsome face and a lean chest and abs. He takes my arm and says “Hello.” He looked whiter than even my white friends back home. I head to the bathroom to pee. I go back to the hallway and white guy was still there. He smiles. GREAT smile. “Fernando,” he introduced himself. Carioca. 23. White luminous skin. Very unlike all other cariocas I’ve known who are all sun-kissed and tan. Defined chest and abs. Not super worked-out. A breathe of fresh air from some of the steroid junkies here. I had a choice. Forget about Fernando and go back to Diego, or try to see if Fernando really heard the drums. He quotes me 100 reals, with gozar, which was cheap. I say yes. So I leave Diego and Leo to the show and each other for now, and pursue a programa with this surprisingly white GP. Fernando gets the key and we head over downstairs where the cabina was. We encounter Alex, with a young and tall looker with him. Alex was happy to see me. “I was looking for you,” he says. “Do you want to watch my programa with Caio?” I smiled with the offer. Did Alex not know how to do a programa alone? I look at Caio, his boy. Tall guy, great build. Giant ass from the towel. And a young face. A mix of black and white for sure. I tell Alex that I have Fernando at the moment, but I did want to see Caio naked. I ask Caio where their rooms where. Caio and Fernando compare keys and find out that the rooms were just two doors apart. So I tell Fernando to shower and wait for me at our room while I check out Caio’s goods. Caio finds their room and opens it. I see Fernando on the far end finding our room and unlocking the door. Alex says he will shower. While he did that I made out with Caio. I slowly unwrap his towel. Big cock, even soft. Amazing ass. I push him towards the bed and he lays down. I put his cock in my mouth and watch his cock grow. I admire his hole. Pretty impressive goods. We kiss some more. Alex emerges. “Bom?” he asks. Yes, I said. Very very much bom. I give Caio a last kiss and tell both that I will go to Fernando now, my actual programa. Alex gives me a peck in the cheek. I head over to Fernando’s room and knock. I hear my name and I go in. Fernando was already on the bed, stroking himself. Pretty nice view. His cock was already hard, and it was huge as well. The whole effect was pretty interesting. With his luminous white skin, blonde highlights and blue eyes (and light skinned cock), he could pass as any white guy back home. But his carioca accent (and his giant cock) gave him away, he was all Brazilian. We go at it, kissing was great, sucking was ok, and fucking was pretty fun. And everything was working as it should, though he had to look at the straight porn on the TV to keep motivated. I realized that it took me at this point to choose a GP that needed help to get hard. Even ultra-hetero Gabriel didn’t need video help. I didn’t mind but it was kind of weird. I should get used to this occurrence. Afterwards Fernando was pretty clear that he wanted to see me again, offering up his Whastapp and saying that he is free tomorrow to go to my hotel if I wanted to meet. He feels that the ambience of the sauna affects his libido and would rather be in a more relaxed atmosphere and assured me that better sex can be had. That was all well and good, and I would invite him to the apartment if I had the opportunity, but I was leaving tomorrow for home and will not have the chance to get a redo (not that I needed one), but we exchanged Whatsapp anyway. I gave him 110 reals and bid him farewell. It was 10:30 PM already, and Club 117 was by this time a little bit deserted save for a few clients and boys still hanging around. I see Leo, alone, nursing a beer, and had a strange look on his face. I ask him if everything was OK. Leo said something strange happened. He says that when I left to go to the bathroom earlier, he said that Diego engaged with the two Brazilian clients who were eyeing him earlier. He then told Leo that he will be going to go with the clients. “To have sex?” I ask. Leo says he didn’t know, but Diego has not been back since and could not be located. Leo was sort of upset while he was telling me this. I can tell that Leo was disappointed with Diego. I shrugged my shoulders. I told Leo that while it was disappointing that Diego left us for some clients, I reminded Leo that Diego is still a Garoto de Programa, and he wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t need the money. We weren’t paying him, I reminded Leo, at his request, and it is not surprising that he would go where the money was. Leo understood, but still was pretty disappointed with Diego’s choice. “I thought he was having fun with us,” Leo says, heartbreakingly so. He probably was, I say, but at the end of the day, the guy’s gotta eat and pay his bills. “I just don’t understand GPs,” Leo finally says. I told Leo we can wait to see if Diego comes back, since we were waiting for Alex from his tryst with Caio anway. Fifteen minutes later we see Alex, fully dressed, with Caio, looking as fine as before. Alex asks me to get Caio’s Whatsapp, since Alex’s phone was out of charge. Caio and I do and Caio bids us all farewell. “How much was Caio?” I ask. Alex says 100 reals, and worth every penny. I am glad Alex and Caio worked out. We order our last round of beers in a bid to wait for Diego. Leo was getting more restless. We finish our beers and Leo was livid. He still can’t believe Diego would leave us for clients. I just shrug my shoulders again. “Let’s go.” Leo changed to street clothes. We settle our accounts. I ask them to also settle Diego’s account but Leo says to not pay it. I tell Leo that it is not fair to leave all of mine and Diego’s drinks all with Diego to pay. So Leo explains the situation to the employee in the counter. The guy just shakes his head, probably hearing this problem countless times before. The employee suggests to pay for half of Diego’s bill, since half of those were mine. I was willing to pay for all of it but Leo was adamant. So I pay for the half (75 reals) and just leave Diego, or his client, to pay for the other half. I ask Leo and Alex if we were still going to The Week, as we have talked about earlier. Leo says he didn’t feel like going to the club now, maybe just have dinner and some drinks in more quieter surroundings. I suggest going to To Nem Ai, the gay restaurant bar that was walkable from the AirBNB, and the chill atmosphere with good music and attractive clientele will Leo good. We Uber it there and order dinner and some fruity drinks. It was a nice time just talking to Leo and Alex over food and drinks, and the amazing music was surprisingly great. Leo still lamented the fact that Diego abandoned us. I tell Leo to not sweat it, and just enjoy our last night together this trip. I tell Leo that we do not know Diego’s own demons and problems, and he probably had a very good reason to go with the clients. The life of a GP is hard, and he probably has had to give up a lot of his personal time to attend to clients, not because he wants to, but because it was a matter of survival. We get back to the apartment at 2 AM, and Alex goes immediately to sleep. Leo and I cuddle, make out and talk for a while. And then it dawned on Leo that Diego left his bag here with us. Leo gets it and ransacks what is inside. Diego tries to get his bag back, that’s next…

let me say I agree with the above comments 110%! i should have not been so dumb and just gave them what he wanted! i just didn’t have. time to think!

Numazu, I sure hope that you become a famous author. Your writing is excellent.

You're just stubborn.....did I ever mention that to you?? I'm also disappointed in you.....you let a cute 20 yr old get away without sex...???

hehe, now when I think of Tomcal I will automatically associate him with a solid metal door. He is invincible!

Numerito that's so nice. Wish I had realized I liked guys that young!

We were both 15-16 and I sort of knew that I had a huge crush on my best friend, a gorgeous boy, blond, blue eyes, with the cutest face and a tight smooth body. One night after a swim we showered together and I dared hug him and touch him, moving my hands all over his naked chest and back. We were both hard as hell. We kissed very awkwardly, bumping our teeth and not quite understanding what to do with our tongues. I reached for his uncut dick and stroked it. Following my instinct, I took it in my mouth and sucked it until it exploded in loads of sweet-tasting cum. He refused to give me a blowjob, but he did jerk me off to completion. That was our first time, to which only a couple more followed, because he decided that what we were doing was very very wrong. I never felt guilty about it, not in the least: I guess I was a slut even at that tender age. To this day, I love swallowing cum, and a whiff of body odor like the one he had turns me on big time: I always ask my boys not to wear deodorant or perfume. The rest is history. Oh, the memories.

I think it is clear that @Tomcal is not advocating for his reaction as what we should do in a similar situation. He is just sharing how he reacted. We all may discuss what would be the best thing to do in such a limit situation, but we do not know what we will do until we are there.

First of all, we're all glad you're safe and sound. The problem in these situations is what you DON'T see! Almost always, there is someone giving that guy cover. It could be the driver, with a concealed weapon. It could be another (armed) passenger lying on the floor. It could be the car right behind theirs. In any case that guy would immediately and violently retaliate if you tried to react in any way whatsoever, including a refusal of his colleague's demands. Placing a coveted object back in one's pocket and then stepping back would end up giving them ample time to respond. We locals here read about courageous reactions from outraged victims all the time. Unfortunately, it usually ends very differently.

you know it!! :-)

1. Glad you’re okay and no one was hurt. 2. I understand your adrenaline kicked in, but a phone isn’t worth your life. My insurance (with a little push back) would’ve sent me a new one overnight to Brazil. He “probably” wouldn’t have shot a white turisto in the middle of Ipanema (THOSE cases, unlike the 50,000 others, tend to make international news and the book is thrown at the brasileiro offender — and he most likely knew this), but it really is better to be safe with your life than sorry and dead. 3. Don’t display your phones on the street or in public places — especially at night. Yes, you and your group had targets on their backs. 4. “Cute and 20”? He would have made more off of you with a simple programa. 5. Did you get the license plate? If so, Id go down to the Tourist Police Station and make a huge stink. Brazil is broke and (at least currently) treats American, European and Asian tourists with money like first-class citizens. The tourist police station will escalate this with evidence like a license plate number. They don’t want the bad publicity and they desperately want the money. I’ve used the “American privilege” thing to my advantage several times, and I’m a man of color. It would work for you at least tenfold being a white guy from California!

I am glad you are OK!

Glad you are OK Tom. With what happened recently to ihpguy and to you it is difficult to consider that Rio is not more dangerous than it used to be. It is hard to feel how dangerous it is though and I must say that I walked from Copacapana to la Cueva at 10.30 pm (1km) or from Pointe to Atantico Blvd at night ... on the other hand I never take my phone out of my pocket except to take pictures (but I only take pictures of boys in saunas ...). When I need to consult my phone to see where I am or to call a uber or to see updated message box, I always do it inside a shop or a restaurant. I never ever take my phone out in the street no matter how many people are around. But I do carry my phone with me ... Again : glad you are safe and sure that this will not prevent you from going back to Rio. I am back there at the end of the month of November ...

The sophisticated thieves do not steal high-end cellphones especially ones that could have a six-digit password, fingerprint or eye identity entry. There is no money in the sale of these stolen phones. They know which phones to take. The kids who steal phones who can be more dangerous to deal with. They take iPhones or similar open them take out the identifying components and even now that the phones do not now work they sell them as a status symbol. Like the guys who sport 3-carat diamond earrings and are working in a sauna. Everyone knows they are not real. Please share the area you were waiting for your Uber so that it can be avoided. One thing is for sure these thieves will return to the same area again and again.

What was it? For me I was 19 and a student in France. I had a roommate who was 27 in the host family we shared. I had no clue he was gay. About a month after we arrived we went out and got drunk. When we came home he started kissing me. I was like "WTF?" And he was like "your heart is beating so fast!" And it was! I ended up going down on him that night and the next day after buying condoms he fucked me.

Of course I can be wrong. I often am. Let me explain a little bit what I said. First of all, I think the debate around a candidate "homophobic" or "racist" nature, as it is going on right now about Trump, is pointless. We just cannot read people's thoughts and you just get into an endless exchange of anecdotal examples of how the guy is or is not whatever label you are discussing. I only care about the policies the candidate implements. Second, I do think gay rights are important, but there are social and civil rights that are more fundamental, because they affect more people, like women rights or workers rights. So far I have never voted a homophobic candidate because usually the guys I agree with tend to be on the same page I am. I am a leftist, not in American terms of leftist (which would be just a Liberal), but in the world wide understanding of what a leftist is. So although I have never been in a situation where I had to vote for a candidate labeled as "homophobic", I can imagine one where I would support someone who opposes gay marriage but is for 12 weeks of paid maternity leave, for instance. But the thread was not about me but about gays who vote republican. Friends here are claiming they cannot understand them and I am just saying that it is very easy. Just one example, imagine rich gays. As any rich person, they are shielded from every day regular challenges. For them it is much important to get a tax cut or to keep the minimum wage low than promoting gay rights. And it is just one example, I am sure you all are smart enough to come our with countless different situations where a homosexual person can choose a candidate that is not so homosexual friendly. For many people being gay is not the fundament for their identity. I know it is not for me. When I choose a candidate I disagree on many things, his or her policy on gay rights could be one of the things I am not in full agreement with.

@Tomcal Am I the only one thinking it's lucky the robber didn't just shoot at you through the apartment door? I'm certainly aware of that happening with robberies in Cape Town, for instance, where the robbers being frustrated just fired their weapons.

'Regular' means you shit as often as possible in this political climate.

Yes and yes. I am a recently naturalized citizen, this vote was my first, I used to voted regularly in my country of origin.

Are you an citizen of the United States? Do you vote regularly?

Where did this happen? Thanks

Grabbing it and fucking it are two different things. For the life of me, I don't get anyone who is gay being a supporter of Trump unless money is their only issue and they believe his agenda will help them keep a bit more in the end and they can zero about future generations of gays. I know men like this but I don't understand them.

Take care tom！

Glad to hear you're OK Tom.

People are often creatures of habit. Lots of people do things simply because they and others have done the same things for a very long time. Lots of people vote for people who don't share their best interests. It's difficult to rationalize. Lots of irrational people out there voting. What does anyone mean when they use the term "liberal socialism?" Gag me with these elusive descriptors. I have been a fiscal conservative most of my life. That does not mean I'm going to vote Republican. I don't need their tax breaks. I don't define "fiscally conservative" by giving HUGE tax breaks while skyrocketing the deficit. The Republicans whined like banchee bitches, screaming DEFICIT to anyone who would listen, refusing to give $1 to Obama's agenda, and that's when the cost of borrowing money was at its lowest. Now look at those whiney little hypocrite bitches. Personally, I don't believe in deficit spending or living on credit, even though, early on, I didn't have much choice. I was delighted by Bill Clinton's surpluses. It didn't take long for George Bush to spend those in a flash, all in the name of giving wealthy people more tax breaks. It's selfish crazy. For the most part, Republicans are a power/money hungry bunch. They behave entitled to power. They are liars and hypocrites, especially the ones in my rather large family. They're happy to embrace HUGE deficits when their man is in office. They love guns more than the children who die by them. They prefer a fetus over a child shot by a gun. They don't want their tax dollars going to anyone educated in public schools, especially minorities. Many are racist. They scream freedom, until it comes to who you love and what you do in your bedroom. They love to play God, while fearing God at the same time. Republicans who are now Trumpists are the sickest bunch of all. They are embracing Fascism. They deserve our contempt. Nothing stuns me anymore. It's the Trump effect. Very hard to find a good and honest man these days who possesses a backbone with a caring heart and soul.

So sorry this happened to you. I am glad you are OK!

It depends on the context on how it’s said or written. It’s Brazilian slang. It could be “a ta”, which if said after something in a sentence, could mean “to you”. Or, most likely, if said alone in response to something you said, “a tá” is just short for, “ah! Tá bom!”, which is basically, “oh, it’s fine”, “Oh, OK”, or “Ah, I see”.

cute cleancut about 20 Not your typical police description. only Tomcal.

I do. But republicans don’t believe in balanced budgets any longer, at least not while they are in power, only when the dems are in power are they calling for a balanced budget. Just look at the annual deficit that they are racking up since a Trump got elected, it is nearly as bad as during the 2008-2012 financial crisis, even though the economy is doing great, and one should use this great economic prosperity to repay some of the debt, not grow it. https://www.cnn.com/2018/10/15/economy/us-budget-deficit/index.html Reducing taxes but not reducing spending is not fiscal conservatism, it is populism. The next generation middle class will be repaying that debt. Someone will have too, and as long as republicans are a force, that debt won’t be paid by the super rich. So I don’t see why these gay guys or I (if I were allowed to vote in the US) would vote for republicans for fiscal conservatism reasons. Shouldn’t this thread be moved to the politics forum?

The Guardian today has a feature on gay publishing, and it includes the cover of Cakeboy magazine. The guy on the cover looks pretty cute, but the picture itself shows real artistry. https://www.theguardian.com/media/2018/oct/31/queer-publishing-lgbtq-queer-media-niche Check out the Cakeboy website for other hot pix! http://cakeboymag.com/

59? So young! WAIT UNTIL YOU HIT 60! Cakeboys everywhere. Well, cake at least.

I am indeed. Turned 59 this year. Just glad to still be here, in whatever capacity!

I first had sex with another guy when I was 12 (1965). I continued having sex with guys until I was 23 in 1976 but didn't consider myself as gay. I was dating women but not having sex with them. The first time I considered myself "gay" was when I went to my first gay bar (New Orleans) with 2 other sailors from the Navy. Didn't know it was a gay bar and was actually the first bar I had ever been in. After that, there was no turning back and I've been openly gay since then. FYI, after coming out I held 2 top secret security clearances and being gay has never been a problem. But, if I had tried to hide my "gayness" that would have been a problem. As long as you honest about things, security clearances are not a problem.

there is a first time for everything i guess! after coming here for 17 years, we were robbed at gunpoint Thursday night! it all happened so fast you just react w/o thinking! Three of us(2 Brasilerios and me)were waiting for a uber to pick us up and it is a busy street a car came down the bled fast and then saw us and came to a Quick stop and the passenger jumped out, cute cleancut about 20, and had a revolver and said he wanted our phones and our wallets! My friends started to give them theirs, but i just blurted out NO! He then repeated it and I said no as i put my phone into my jeans pocket and stepped back 2 feet into the Apartment doorway and slammed the door shut! He told my one friend to go get me and he said “i don’t know him” and they left quickly! this all took less then 20 seconds! i know everyone says your life is not worth a cell phone or your wallet but again you don’t have time to formulate a response it was just my immediate response! i wasn’t going to give in to his demands! ... more later