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Welcome, hithereall. I don't want to be complicit in highjacking the OP's thread. You might simply start a new (your own) topic. But you seem to be a slightly lost though adventurous lambikins, newbie I would surmise, so here are a few thoughts: I have chatted with your Rowling protaganist but not gone with him. For a half hour session, his wizardry would likely ordinarily come in at about 100 reais, 150 tops. If this is your only Tues here, I strongly advise you select Clube 117 out of your two options, for the sheer eye-popping volume of trade on display on Tuesdays due to the first half-hour of R40 cabin fee being waived. Hence, its popularity tonight. But if you don't like crowded wall-to-wall stud presence or being waitlisted for a private suite, you can pass and go to Manhattan Rios. Or cab or Über to 117 afterwards. Good luck.

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I am an avid reader. I fell in love with reading The Hobbit when I was a young lad. I still love reading. I saw this article in The Atlantic and it made me happy to know that the new generation is out reading my generation. https://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2014/09/millennials-are-out-reading-older-generations/379934/

Whenever I go back to Havana it's funny how nothing seems to change much. It's kind of reassuring in a way...unlike Brazil, Havana feels like a little cocoon to me. How refreshing to walk the streets day and night and never feel in danger - there are no guns here, and getting mugged would be a rare exception, and not the rule as in Brazil. December is not my favorite month to come - the weather is cooler and not as good for the beach. It was warm most of my trip but the last couple days there was a cold snap that saw temperatures drop to the low 60's. Mi Cayito was a lot emptier than usual, I noticed police in the sand dunes and the normal action there was dead - I'm wondering if there has been a recent crackdown. One of my local friends told me if you ever get caught doing something outdoors just bribe the police and you can go along your way...I'd rather not risk that.. There were several boys hanging out at the beach, as well as a black masseuse who gives 1 hour massages for 15 cucs underneath a little hut there. My friend told me he also does "full service" outcalls. He claims the masseuse has a 10 inch dick and fucks like a bull...apparently his BBC loving friend had a ride and got drilled so hard he couldn't walk straight for days. There was a teenager that came up and started talking to me. He had a large herpes sore on his lip...I honestly felt so bad for him. Life is not easy for most of the locals. At night I went out to the usual spots - Las Vegas (Tuesday, Thursday and Friday are when Imperio performs and the best nights), Karabali on Wednesday, Cafe Cantante on Saturday. I was disappointed that the Cuban doctor who I met years ago on Planet Romeo and have seen every time I went to Cuba blew me off this trip. He is bisexual and recently got married...I guess he is trying to settle down and live a straight life. He told me before that he enjoys sex with guys more, but has intense pressure from his family to have a wife and kids. We had so many good times together that I was actually really sad it seems to be over... he was very proud of his job and would never take a dollar from me. He inherited a house and car from his grandmother, so I guess compared to a lot of Cubans he is getting by ok. The thing I like about Cuba is meeting guys does not feel as transactional as Brazil. The garotos in Brazil have multiple clients a day, going to the sauna is their job. If you meet a guy at Las Vegas and hang out with him, you are probably the only guy he is with that day. It isn't a sex factory...I have never asked a "price," negotiated an overnight, negotiated whether they will suck you, negotiated whether they will cum. I had to get used to doing all of that in Brazil, but everything happens organically here...nobody has ever asked me for money or said flat out I want x to do this or that. The first night I went to Las Vegas I met a handsome guy named Oscar. He came and sat at my table with my friends, I bought him drinks, we watched the show. Afterwards he came back to my place, had great sex - he was extremely horny....very tight but a good bottom, and came twice while I was fucking him..afterwards he was in no rush to leave, we hung out and chatted. I gave him some money but he never asked for it. The next day he texted me and we went out to dinner the next night, and afterwards to the Cuban Art Factory. He was visiting from Camaguey and left that day, or else I would have hung out with him more. I can really only think of one bad experience that I had with a guy in Cuba where afterwards he was literally going through my suitcase, trying on my clothes and asking me for my shoes, razor, etc. I could tell he was totally straight and really not interested in the sex at all...last I heard he married a girl from Sweden, who I doubt knows her man sucked cock on the side for a little while just so he could get a pair of Nike shoes.. I met another guy named Alejandro at Las Vegas, he is model gorgeous and turned out to be very sweet and carinoso which I love. He came back to my place, took turns fucking each other, but he was so passionate and afterwards wanted me to hug him all night. He woke me up in the middle of the night hard and wanting to fuck again, and then in the morning he woke up hard as a rock and wanted to fuck a third time. He came 3 times total and still didn't want to leave in the morning. He never asked for anything either, but I gave him 100 just because I know how hard it is in Cuba with what they make...I really liked Alejandro and the rest of the week didn't even bother looking for someone else. I might go back just to see him and take him to a beach resort in Varadero. Cafe Cantante was really good as usual, it is probably the biggest gay party of the week. Lots of cute guys, a lot of transgender girls hang out there also. I don't even bother with grindr in Cuba, hardly anyone is on the apps and it is just so much easier and better to meet guys at the bars.

Kelly can't take it any more. Who can Trump find to replace him? And now Ayers has gracefully bowed out: " BREAKING: Nick Ayers not taking job as White House chief of staff. Ayers said he wants to spend more time with his family and less time in prison." The Orange One has tweeted that he is "in the process of interviewing some really great people" but somehow not a single actual name has surfaced. Given the notorius leakiness of this White House, we can only assume that no volunteers are to be found and everyone approached has stated unequivocally they will bolt to Canada if drafted. Come on guys,for the good of the country let's come up with some suggestions. To show how serious I am, I'll go first: POTUS's simple son, Barron. Don't hold back, guys, your country needs your help!

That indeed was part of the problem. But the fact that the ILS was inop that day (a perfectly beautiful weather day) allowed the crew flying to not set up for the "digital" approach as they always anticipated. They obviously did not handle the VFR good weather approach which any "old" private pilot could have handled (in a plane legal for him or her to fly). You are correct in that a junior crew member was disregarded during his warnings about too low and too slow. That indeed was a "cultural" error. However a captain current on stick and rudder would not have needed those warnings all else being equal. There is usually more than one identifiable reason for a crash or incident. Best regards, RA1

Hello folks. Thanks for all the helpful advice Hope this is ok to post here. Just arrived in Rio Monday. Went to Pointe 202 after getting some sun and a snack. Arrived at 6pm. Many boys, not so many clients. A couple of twinks, some hugely muscled steroid queens, but with huge cocks, and some nice bodied guys. Many choices for play ! I went with a Harry Potter look alike, complete with glasses. Muscular chest and in good physical shape. Short beard. Glasses off, he did not look like Harry Potter, LOL. For "everything" R$ 200. We both had happy endings. No kink. Surprised how many boys were there given the relative few numbers of punters. The cost for my admission and the room for sex was R$ 60. There was to be a show at 2130 hrs, but I was hungry and left by 1930 hrs. More customers by then, and I was too jetlagged for a second programma. Had a nice per kg dinner not too far away. Came back with a weird headache and stomach felt weird, maybe from all the caffeine in guarana / guar a vita? On the net, esp grindr lots of action to be had for R$ 150-300. Per the advice here, no boys at my place. None seemed to know of a nearby love hotel, much less the cost for such. Some reasonable guys for free sex too. For later today (Tuesday) might head into the city and try the place towards cinelandia and the downtown airport or 117 in gloria. Sounds like meio mundo is off the list. FWIW Grindr or scruff had a R$50 or so deal with Rio G Spa in Ipanema. Go to the phone app to get it from a pop up ad.

OK. How about Sean Hannity?

The tree killing line was strictly tongue in cheek. Remember, trees are a renewable resource, although I think we are using them quicker than replacing them. I am very much in tune with the digital age as regards cockpits. The last airplane I flew/managed had every thing any airliner has and more. I only carry one piece of paper with me in the cockpit and that is to take notes as necessary. However, I also learned without all this stuff and can safely navigate as well as fly without it. If the GPS signals and VHF radios were interrupted, I fear there would be negative consequences in abundance. Luckily these occurrences are rare but not non-existent. For instance the Asiana 777 landing short at SFO. That was largely caused by over reliance on digital instruments/systems. Best regards, RA1

Day 4: Better Late than Never The past three nights were pretty intense. It was a holiday weekend and a lot of Paulistas were in Sao Vicente for some beach time and fun. While the beaches in Sao Paulo were not as picturesque and beautiful as the Rio beaches of Ipanema/Copa and Arrail do Cabo, and the water not as clean as one would want, it was still a pretty nice alternative to just spending all our time in the city of Sao Paulo. No saunas as well, but there were enough gays and gay things to do that it hardly mattered. But we were now in the city for this next phase of my vacation, and Diego, my Garoto de Programa companion, told me he wanted to explore. A life of crushing poverty and tragedy has not afforded him the time nor the resources to travel. I always takes these things for granted, the fact I can travel with abandon without even thinking about it. I was motivated to show Sao Paulo to Diego, with the help of Leo and Alex. Because of the late night we had last night, and just general fatigue, I woke up at 1 PM. I got woken up by Diego, still sleeping, putting an arm around me in his sleep. Nothing like a good-looking and sexy guy to wake up to. With all the sex and partying and talks we’ve had, this, now, is probably my favorite time with him thus far. It was nice the first time I met him in the upper bar level at Ponte 202, but the sauna’s sexually charged atmosphere obscured his more subtle charms. And my time with him with our friends is also great, but it is in these quiet times that he shines the brightest. “Bom dia amor,” he says, as he opens his eyes and catches me staring. I give him a peck on the lips. He smiles and then shakes his head and mimes a brushing teeth motion and puts a hand on my check and squeezes it. He’s always a guy who wants a clean workspace, which meant I had to do the same. I joined him in the bathroom to brush teeth and shower. We start making out while soaping up. We towel off and head back to the bedroom. We go back to the bedroom all naked and hard and kissing and such. We had Alex’s apartment all to ourselves right now with Alex at work, and we made use of the space pretty well. Diego was hard as a rock today, probably the hardest I’ve ever seen him. I took advantage of this and looked for a condom. I look at the drawers by the bedside and I see a shit-ton of condoms and three bottles of lube in a drawer. Well of course, this was a gay man’s apartment after all. I wrap Diego up and lube his monster and myself up. I get him to lie on the bed and I sit on him. Slowly at first, up and down. After I get over the initial pain and get a groove on, Diego takes me and sits up and lays me on my back. He pile drives me into oblivion. We find ourselves in the shower again. I thank him for the extra intensity this time around. Probably the most intense we’ve had ever, I tell him. He laughs out loud and then lets me in on a secret. He tells me that our first time, at the sauna Pointe 202, he had a difficult time getting hard with me but eventually was able to. The second time, which was the next day at the apartment, he took no chances and took a Viagra before and that ensured him and me a hard time. He had some Viagra with him for Sao Paulo, but he said the last few days, he did not need it. He admitted he was attracted more to women, but he was getting used to me and he said being close to me made him randy as well. I am not sure if this was Garoto de Programa talk, but it was interesting that he told me this. I will take him hard or soft. We get dressed and I get an Uber for us and we cab it to Mercado Municipal because he always wanted see it, and to shop at Rua 25 de Marco. We get there and have our late lunch. I get a Mortadela sandwich that was to die for, but it was bigger than my head: We do our rounds, we take our photos. We walk to Rua 25 de Marco, the popular shopping street. I always walk away with something from here. This time it’s a screen protector for my iPhone. 10 reals. Diego gets a few things: a cellphone case, a wallet, shorts, a t-shirt. All adding up to less than 100 reals. He paid for his own things. There were a lot of carnival barkers out on the street, trying to entice people to go into their stores. Diego chats it up with one of them, who then refers us to another barker, who then accompanies us to another man two blocks away. We meet with this man, and after a few words exchanged, the man disappears into a shop for a while. Diego then explains to me that he was trying to buy some “hormones” or “steroids” and found that they have what he wanted for only 100 reals. He says he gets the same thing in Rio for 200 reals or more, so he had to get it here to save money. I was not about to be judgmental about steroid use. I am sure half (or more) of the man gods in Club 117 or Pointe 202 did some sort of steroids. It would explain the great bodies. And Diego did have a drop dead gorgeous body. I guess buying hormones was a work expense. His 100 reals would get him hundreds to thousands of reals. He tells me he was about to do a cycle of intense working out again. He usually does it every 6 months. It’s not as fun to know how the sausage is made but I guess steroid use is a reality with these boys. At 6 PM Alex picks us up and we all go to Shopping Cidade on Paulista to get dinner. I ask Alex how he was doing and he says that he was exhausted but wanted to know that I was having a good time. I told Alex that he did not need to babysit me and he could just go home and rest. Alex tells me not till we go to a sauna. It was almost 8 PM and I tell them that it might be too late to go to Lagoa. Alex insisted. He still thinks I need to go to a sauna everyday I am in Brazil. I am thinking right now Diego is more than enough. I look at Diego and he shrugs. “We can go for a while, see what’s up.” So after dinner we drive to Lagoa. It was 8:30 PM when we get there. We get our locker room keys, slippers and towels. Diego does not change. Alex changes into a towel. I just change into the slippers. We get to the main area and the place was deserted. There were a few customers and some boys, but the place was almost empty. “We got here too late,” I tell the guys. “Relax! Let’s have a beer and see what’s out there,” Diego, always the calming presence, tell us. We sit down among the tables and order a round of beers. One by one, the boys who were still in the premises passed by our table to get our attention. The selection was not very impressive. “I hope it is not always like this,” Alex said. “It’s Monday, maybe they’re slow on Mondays,” Diego comments. “But we’ve been to a sauna in Rio on a Monday night, and the place was packed!” Alex then says. I remember that night in Pointe 202 with Alex and Leo. It was kind of disappointing that it was a slow night, even this late. Then a tall drink of water, in tight blue boxer briefs, passed by. He was really handsome, and exuded a cocky sort of attitude about him. He was super muscular and had a giant ass and a bulge. Diego noticed me eyeing him and asks me if I liked him. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “Vamos ver, ok?” he says, and then waves the boy over. “Miguel,” the boy introduces himself to everyone. Diego pulls up a chair in the next to me and Miguel sits. Diego asks Miguel if he wanted a drink and he said he didn’t need anything. Diego then asks Miguel a few things. Can he bottom? (Yes) Does he kiss well? (Yes) How much with cum? (150 reals), among other things. It’s nice to have someone you’ve had sex with a few times to interrogate someone else who I wanted to have sex with, if that someone agreed to do all the filthy things I liked. Diego then turns to me and tells me that he checks out and says 150 reals for all that with gozar was reasonable. I guess the choice was made for me. Miguel gets us a room and we head over to a cabina. When we get to the room, Miguel thanks me for taking him. He was worried earlier that he got to the sauna late of an hour (8:30 PM) to get any clients. I compliment him and tell him he was a knockout and would think there will always be customers wanting his services. He was the type. He was a white guy, possibly some indio around the eyes. He was really tall (probably 6’4), handsome, with a button nose and nice thick lips. He had muscle upon muscles. He took off his underwear to reveal a soft but swinging cock, and large ass. This was great. We make out and get down to business. He strokes his cock and it takes a while but he gets hard and that thing was a monster. I am glad everything was in proportion. He was proud of it too, showing off his monster erect cock and looking at himself in the mirror. He smiles. I put it in my mouth. I put his ass in my mouth. He works on my cock too. We roll around. He sits on top of me and grinds on my cock. He suits me up, and then sits on it. A face of pain, then some thrusts. He knew what he was doing. I come in the condom. He takes my cock out of his ass and starts jacking off. He puts his balls in my mouth, and then when he was ready he puts his cock in my mouth and cums inside. Diego has briefed Miguel really well. We shower and exchanged WhatsApp numbers for the future. I would like to do that again. I pay him and return to the table where Diego and Alex were. I sit next to Diego and Diego asks me if Miguel turned out good. I give him a thumbs up. He kisses me and then stops for a bit and asks me if I washed my mouth. I told him it was safe to kiss me. The cum was gone. He proceeds. We laugh. I notice that Alex had a boy sitting next to him. The boy was fully clothed, but what I saw was gorgeous even with the clothes. His name was Lucas. 20 years old. From Rio but here in SP to work at the saunas. It was his last day in Sao Paulo, he said, and was about to head over to the bus terminal to go back home. I ask him if he worked in the saunas in Rio. He said he would never do that. He was too known in Rio. I tell him if I can invite him to the AirBNB when I get to Rio in a few days. He gives me his Whatsapp and a link to his Instagram. He bids us all farewell. All you guys know I have a thing for hot Cariocas who dye their hair blonde, like the guy in my avatar, which is a picture of the model Pietro Baltazar. Lucas was like a lower-rent version of Pietro. Probably not as handsome as the real thing, but good enough because you can actually pay him to be with you: Maybe I will see him soon.

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A few pics of Mi Cayito, Las Vegas, and Cafe Cantante

No, to get through the airport itself. There were long lines for everything. We skipped them all. BTW, one of the best restaurant meals I have ever had was tonight at The Swedes Bar & Bistro. It was like my mom came back to feed me one last delicious meal. I will guess the address: Hipaulito 154

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