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Day 6: Night and Day “I have decided on something,” Diego tells me at 2:30 AM. Leo, Alex and both Diego and I shared a few beers after McDonalds at Alex’s house, and we were all in good spirits. Today, Alex and I were going to Rio to hangout for a few days. I booked a one-bedroom AirBNB in Ipanema weeks ago, not knowing that Alex would want to tag along. Not to worry. The AirBNB had a sofa bed in the living room. Diego was making the journey with us to Rio, because that’s where he lives. Our deal was he would stay with me for 5 days in Sao Paulo, as payment for the 500 reals I gave him to help him escape his pimp and be able to live on his own. “What is it?” I ask Diego, as we cuddle in Alex’s bedroom. “I’ve decided to stay with you in Rio as well. You’re there Wednesday to Saturday correct? You leave Saturday?” I nodded. “OK. I want to stay with you longer.” I asked him how much for the extra three days. He said to not worry about it. Same deal as before. I didn’t expect Diego to stay with me the whole time I was in Brazil. But so far it’s been nice. Yes, there was another mouth to feed when we go out, but that hardly mattered considering how much I’ve gotten back from him. “But what about the money you could get in the sauna? I am keeping you from your income.” I tell him, worryingly. I did not want to keep him from his work. It’s one thing when Alex takes some time off from work, but he earns a salary. Diego’s disposition is different. If he doesn’t work, he doesn’t eat. Plain and simple. “A regular client of mine in Europe just sent me money, so I am good this week.” he says. “He sends you money even if you don’t sleep with him or stay with him?” I ask. “Yes, I get a monthly allowance. It’s a big part of the reason why I was able to pay off my pimp. And when he comes to Brazil, I just stay with him. He’s coming next month for a month, so I’ll see him then.” So thank you, random European person, for subsidizing my time with Diego. I feel this practice is more common than I think. So in the morning, and after Alex returns his car to his parent’s house, we all Uber it to Guarulhos. Took lots of photos of Diego at the airport, by the plane, in his seat, disembarking, and at Santos Dumont in Rio. I get it, it’s his second time on a plane. He is still giddy. We Uber it to Ipanema and it only took us 15 minutes in this early afternoon. That gave us time to do Rio shit like: Take the Rio Metro to Uruguiana station: Shop for knick-knacks at Uruguiana: Diego was looking for a used iPhone to buy in Rio’s version of Rua 25 de Marco, but because we had Alex, a programmer and tech geek with us, we were able to discover that most of the iPhones in Uruguiana were blocked by Apple. Perhaps stolen and then duly blocked by the hapless victims? I dunno. Diego got discouraged and we went home. Go back to the apartment and shower, and then we were ready to head out to Pointe 202, the GP sauna in Copacabana (no photos allowed!): While we were waiting for Alex to finish getting ready, Diego shows me a photo of a guy. The guy looked young, handsome, naked, and had a hard-on. “Who’s that?” I ask. Diego says that it was his roommate, who was also called Diego, who was asking my Diego if I was interested in seeing him. “I am showing you this as a favor to him, since he needs money, but you are not obligated to see him.” I look at the photo again. Indeed the boy was handsome and hot. I tell Diego to ask him to go to Pointe 202 so we can meet him, so I can make a better determination if I liked him or not. Diego texts Diego Dois (that’s his name now) to meet us at the sauna. When we got to the sauna, it was almost 8 PM, but the place was packed to the gills. It was a Wednesday night, a school night, but it was like night and day compared to Sao Paulo’s Lagoa. There was also a show tonight, which what might explain the crowd, but even still. Alex was excited. We got our beers and surveyed the selections. I told Diego I wanted someone super muscular, maybe a little bit darker this time. I wanted an opposite of what I had yesterday (white muscular twink). After a few misses, Diego and I find Marcos, a handsome, muscular, and darker GP, with giant biceps (disproportionately so, eu acho) and a nice fat cock. Diego again negotiated his sweet spot (150 reals for everything) and Marcos and I were on our way to our room. Marcos was a gem. Everything you wanted from a GP. Him: perfect muscles, great to look at and touch, delicious ass to eat, perfect cock to suck. His demeanor: super attentive, gave as much as I did to pleasure me. His attitude: very laid-back, but very passionate. His sex: knew how to pace, knew how to bottom: fiercely, came in my mouth like a bullet. Post-coitus too: great conversationalist putting one at ease, gave his WhatsApp plus a few more photos to ensure repeat business. Worth the 150 that was asked for. Afterwards I found Diego sitting with a fellow handsome boy just chatting. It was Diego Dois, looking gorgeous and young in his shirt and cut-off shorts. He shakes my hand to say hello. We sit down over a few beers. After a while, Diego sets me aside. “Do you want him to stay with us tonight?” Sure, I say. “Same 150 reals. And don’t worry, I will stay in the living room with Alex while you two have sex in the bedroom.” Diego adds. “So we can’t have a threesome?” I jokingly responded. “No!” Diego replies nervously. “He is like a brother to me. I can’t do that. It would be too weird.” That’s when I learned the word “estranho.” We found Alex in the steam room and we all decided to leave the sauna. Diego Dois whispers something to Diego and they talk for a good while, while Alex and I pay for our accounts at the counter. As we descended the stairs Diego was telling me that Diego Dois needed the 150 reals up front to pay a debt. He would go to the house of his lender and pay up while we waited for him. I found that sort of “estranho,” but I have trusted Diego all this time so I fished three 50 Real bills from my wallet and gave it to Diego Dois. All four of us exited the sauna and made our way to the street. We get to the corner of Rua Siquiera Campos, where the sauna was located, and Rua Alfredo Valadao. Diego Dois tells us to wait for him there while he goes to the house of the guy he owed money from. It was muito estranho at this point. It was 11 PM, we were all outside, exposed, on a Rio street corner, just standing around. Why were we doing this? Every young man, or group of young men, that walked passed us, I thought could be thieves. Diego however, was acting normally, talking to Alex about the sauna. After waiting 10 minutes, even Alex was nervous. “Did Diego Dois take the money and run?” he asks us. “Nao, I trust him,” Diego replies. There was an old car, with three young men in it, which slowed down past us to make the turn to the next street. I almost jumped out of my skin. I thought: this was it; I am going to die here. But the car just continued on its way up the street. Diego sensed my anxiety and gave me huge hug. At the 20-minute mark, Diego was kind of nervous as well. He kept peering up the street to see if Diego Dois was to be seen. Did we get stiffed? And then I see Diego smile. I guess Diego Dois didn’t take the money and run after all. Diego Dois apologized for the tardiness. He said the person was sleeping and had to be woken up. I was relieved and hugged Alex. “Uber?” I ask the guys, so we can leave this exposed position and get to relative safety. “Let’s buy some food to eat and some beers first,” Diego says. “I know a cheap place. I go there often after the sauna. We can just walk there.” Fine. As we walked on Rua Siquiera Campos, I again felt uneasy and exposed. It was now 11:30 PM, and walking the unfamiliar street got me to worry a bit more. There were not a lot of people in the streets but the ones that were, were young. Diego tells me to calm down. He was there to protect me. He puts an arm around me. Maybe I was being a little too anxious. It was night and day again. I’ve never felt danger when in Sao Paulo, but there was something about Rio that just scares me a little. We get to the place called Big Bi Sucos and Sanduiches: Which was on the corner of Ruas Siquiera Campos and Barata Ribeiro: Diego knew what to order. Some sandwiches, a big order of French fries, and several cans of beer. It cost 93 reals, which seemed cheap to me, for all the things we got (I paid). Alex gets the Uber. We get to the apartment (no problems getting Diego Dois through the porter, the porter didn’t seem to care, or didn’t seem to be conscious at this late hour). Diego sets up the chairs and table for all of us to sit and situates the food. We all share the beers and food and everything was good again. My moral of the story is: Rio can be a dangerous place to visit. So when in Rio, you can’t be too overly cautious. But don’t let this cautiousness ruin a good time with friends. After 2 hours of food and beer and French fries, Diego instructs Diego Dois to shower. I guess it was time. I shower after him. When I was done, Diego was in the living room playing with his phone. He sees me and goes to me for a hug. He tells me Diego Dois is in our bedroom, waiting. “Don’t give him any more money if he asks you, OK? You already paid. That’s it. Not a centavo more.” I enter the bedroom and there was Diego Dois, super naked, waiting for me. He indeed was gorgeous, more boyish than Diego, but the visuals were great nevertheless. So maybe it was all the beer? I knew he drank a lot. But Diego Dois couldn’t get hard. Not even by blowing him, not even if he looked at straight porn off my phone, he could not get hard. He kissed well, sucked decent, ass tasted like Christmas, but could not get hard. After trying for a while, I gave up. I fucked him senseless (maybe too aggressively – to compensate?). Afterwards he apologized profusely, and promised we could do it again in the morning, if given another chance. We both emerge from the bedroom and Diego Dois showers again. “Fraco. Nao dura,” were the first words out of my mouth when Diego asked me about the sex with Diego Dois, when Diego and I were both in bed. Diego Dois slept in the living room, not with us. “Really,” Diego answers. I told Diego it was fine. I fucked him, I came. All was fine. Diego shook his head. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” I told Diego it was no big deal. He guided my hand to his crotch. “Nao e fraco,” he says, as I feel his hardness underneath his briefs. He was showing me what hard really was. And it was really hard. And if a hot guy in his underwear was in my bed, hard, it’s easy to know what happens next. Night and day. Soft and hard. More Rio tomorrow.

This thread may be over my head since I haven't much interest here, but I don't get the complaint. Did someone actually think/believe that photos posted on the internet were somehow going to be kept private? I'm not sure what photos this thread is pointing to, but if anyone of you are posting private photos of "sauna guys" without their written permission, then I would argue the guy doing the posting is the guy lacking ethics and integrity. Just because you have a camera on your phone (or anywhere else) does not mean you have the right to publish a private capture anywhere you wish. I fully understand the pleasure that comes from secret, surreptitious recordings, especially those of a sexy nature. Of course, most of us enjoy sneaking a peek. That does not make the action ethical, proper, or respectable. If you wish to take a photo of someone with the intent to share it with others, whether publicly or privately, but especially on the internet, the ethical way to do it is to ask the person's permission. Headless or not.

Numazu, that last post may be the one that wins you a Pulitzer Prize. Well done!

What with one thing and another, I haven't found any Trump supporters among my friends. Dominating the conversation and kicking ass are not qualities I would look for in a friend. If he didn't do those things himself, but admired someone who did, I'd wonder why. And if he admired Trump on the day he said Mexico would pay for his wall, would he also admire Trump on the day he shuts down the government because the Democrats won't write the check? "Love" for someone who shifts so far and so fast and so frequently seems misplaced if not nuts. I've never heard a reason for supporting Trump that makes sense to me. And I do like having friends who make sense. And who have some stability in their beliefs. And who value compassion more than dominance. And who think of others as well as themselves. Perhaps @Latbear4blk has it right when he suggests that folks may use the word "friends" differently.

Also, how are the black guys in Rio? Is there an abundance? No offense to anyone but I really only like black guys, light skinned or dark.

I’m going to Santo Domingo in January. I have been there a few times in the past and I’ve had Freddy as a guide in the past. Recently his guys haven’t been as hot so I’m excited to hear about Manny. I’ve stayed at Adam Suites before and it’s cool, nothing special but it is a gay hotel and there were always boys waiting outside the building. You can see them from the balcony and if you like what you see you can invite them up to your room. Now it doesn’t really matter where you stay because Uber is super cheap! You can get anywhere in the city for a couple dollars, so look on Air B&B and find something nice outside the colonial zone. I haven’t been to Rio yet but I’ve also done Cuba a few times. I would put Santo Domingo and Cuba on the same level when it comes to the men. I prefer black guys and you will probably find more black guys in DR but there are plenty in Havana as well. Let me know if you have any questions and I’ll help!

“Mr. President, please don’t characterize the strength that I bring to this meeting as the leader of the House Democrats, who just won a big victory.” Nancy Pelosi hero? You bet. All hail the Queen! I don't think for a minute Trump realized the gift he was giving the Democrats by asking Chuck and Nancy to negotiate the wall in front of reporters. Much will be made of Mike Pence's reaction to it all. I can't wait for SNL this Saturday. The very rare, televised boxing match was nothing short of FABULOUS, and Nancy came out slugging like a RuPaul drag queen facing an on-air Blahnik mopping. Talk about being on your toes at a senior age. Go AARP! There was no way she could have predicted this televised event, and not only did she hold her own to Trump, perfectly unscripted, she chopped off his cock and balls. That meeting was a defining moment for Pelosi's legacy. Not only did she lead her party, she's the leader of all women who have had to face a male bully. Nancy will be elected House Leader. I'm expecting a standing O at the State of the Union. Pelosi vs. Trump

Oh, I can tell you’re certainly not a lawyer — and definitely not in the field of intellectual property — because you’re confusing copyright with the right of privacy / right of publicity. The former is the ownership of the creation (the photograph), while the latter is the rights of the subject in the creation (the person in the photograph). Also, oddly, you keep referring to U.S. copyright law when referring to photographs of Brazilian subjects posted on an American website with international reach, possibly taken by clients from different continents. There are several territories — and thus, several laws — whose intellectual property laws could apply here, not just those of the USA. Not even mentioning the complete lack of ethics in posting someone’s photo on the internet with said person’s advance knowledge or permission (even if said person works in the sex trade), there are other legal issues in addition to right of privacy and copyright. One major liability in the USA could be the new “revenge porn@ statutes popping up in jurisdictions everywhere — making it a criminal act to share a “non-consensual image” of someone’s private parts.

no worries, you'd win the triple crown of slut

Is there a category for Best Slut Writing? LOL too kind.

Too bad @Tomcal. Your experience and insight are always needed in the forums. Your reports are the primary reason I've ventured out to Brazil in the first place. I hope you reconsider. I guess this is a reason why I don't post *too many* photos of the boys I've met in Brazil. If I do post, its photos that are readily available on the internet so it can't be traced back to me. It's a good point tho. If a boy freely gives out his photos to his clients, or if he has a public Instagram that he shares to anyone who asks, there is hardly an expectation of privacy. Photos taken by clients and shared online are another matter. The debate is still out if consent is needed to post personally taken photos in public. Some argue that the publicity will net them more customers. Some will say that it's a violation of their privacy. I just don't do it *too much*. Still, don't be a jerk guys. Don't show the photos to the boys. I do not want the photo fun to end in this forum. I am sure you guys don't want it to end either.

Pretty sure she has something coming out on Netflix this week or so! Yep! https://www.netflix.com/title/80166467 The previous example of Oprah is interesting because she has Emmy and Oscar winning or nominated work and now an empire worth billions. So using her as an example of how Ellen should stay put doesn't make much sense... Just saw a funny gif the other day of Ellen on set dancing in a crowd, turning towards a woman who went to hug her and promptly turning away instead. Couldn't find it in a quick search but did find mention of a "no hugging" policy for her show. Basically everybody's claimed her as their upbeat elfin pal and expect that from her all the time, must be fucking exhausting.

Didn't we just have this huge issue earlier this year about photos? This seems to be reoccurring...

RockHardNYC, the sources are sometimes but rarely in situ shots that are the most likely to have been allowed with some degree of consent, predicated on discretion and personal use. Otherwise, the images tend to be from Facebook, Instagram, and Whatsapp profile pic, Grindr, etc. They are often simple to unearth. I would be gobsmacked if a subject consented to their social media photos being posted in the context of commercial sex work. Perhaps a few exceptions, such as fellows prolific in MSM porn ... they may be less burdened by the idea of their unveiling. Few of the working guys truly grasp that their performative labour exposes them to the caprice of being outed through various fora, via punters' whims. Unlike providers that advertise, they seem not to be aware of the network of websites in which reviews and comments are posted. It is implicit in the transaction that mutual anonymity be honoured. A few guys are waking up and privatizing their socia media. It is tempting to override the contract and think to oneself: I can share this image with a number of sympaticos, I have the skills to alter an image to make it less identifiable ... I have done this myself. It was nothing short of self-aggrandizing showing off, no matter what other justification I attempted to cobble together. You are correct, the ethical bottom line is informed consent. Any other attempt to legitimize is preposterously naïve.

This literally made me LOL! Sounds like there are enough to share!

During the day they are at national park. At night they are at the park across the street from hotel Vedado. Not all the guys are super hot but you can definitely find a few that are good looking. I made friends with one of the guys and he brings me dudes that aren’t “park boys”. I have a few photos but they are all naked. Is that allowed?

I had to wait for some deliveries today, so to kill the time, I thought I'd help make Ellen more mean. Mini-Mean. The photo inspired me. It's not a great Photoshop job, for sure, but you get the idea. For the fun of it. A BoyToy exclusive:

"I’m a f**king magnet for gays" He says. Maybe if he stopped dropping the soap so repeatedly in the shower, and instead just asked someone to fuck him properly he'd get his needs met.

I do not think we are talking about that. I have a few conservative and many liberal friends. I often disagree with them in many things. But we all agree that Trump is a lier and that his performance in the meeting discussed in this thread was shameful and pathetic. i think that on assessing Trump we have moved away from politics, and now it is a matter of basic human decency and common sense.

Rosie did have a very popular daytime talk show. I suspect she's missing that money, and maybe the magic that left her work. It's hard enough to learn from our own mistakes.

Who wants to be Donald Trump's lawyer? He needs a good one https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2018/dec/13/donald-trumps-lawyer-cohen-giuliani

Day 5: A Mineiro’s Guide to Sao Paulo We got done with the sauna at 11 PM last night. Even with the spectacular programa with Miguel, I kept thinking I missed my opportunity with Lucas, the blonde delight. If only I had waited a little longer, instead of snapping up Miguel. Oh well. These are the ridiculous “problems” one has when in Brazil. “I missed my chance with Hot Guy A because I was too busy having spectacular sex with Hot Guy B!” Sounds ridiculous when you think about it after the trip. But during the trip, I felt some distress over it. Brazil has spoiled me. Any other place would just pale in comparison. But wait, I had Hot Guy C with me the whole time as well. Diego, ever so patient with waiting on me the whole trip, had huge plans for tomorrow. It was our last full day in SP, so he wanted to make it count. Luckily, Alex, whose apartment we all were invading, took the rest of the week off, so he was free tomorrow to hang out and be our guide to touring Sao Paulo. Don’t ask me how he got a full week off. But I think it meant getting a doctor’s note somewhere and sending it to his boss. Which also meant he couldn’t post anything on social media for the week, because he is supposedly sick. Oh well. His life, not mine. Moving on. We got to bed around 2 AM, but not before Diego asked me for sex. I joked that it is usually me who initiates sex with him. “I want it too sometimes you know,” he tells me. “When I want it, I want it, and I usually get it.” And he definitely got it. I have the scratch marks in my back and hickies in my neck and chest to prove it. I wonder what Alex thought about the noises we were making in his own bedroom. I got woken up by Diego at 9 AM. “Levanta amor,” he whispers, asking me to get up, and tells me the time. He was already showered and clean, and he was in his briefs looking mighty fine. I give his crotch a slight tug, and then reluctantly I do my bit in the bathroom. I finish and start putting on clothes and smell coffee brewing. I go to the kitchen and see Diego making 3 cups of coffee. Where is Alex, I ask. “He’s buying some bread. We will have breakfast here.” Alex arrives and Diego makes us all Mortadela sandwiches. How did I not know that Alex and Diego are both from the State of Minas Gerais? They were telling me this fact as Alex drives us to our various locations. We mainly went to familiar places, like Beco do Batman, Paulista Ave, MASP and Sao Paulo Cathedral. But probably what stood out for me this trip were the numerous abandoned buildings the city had that had beautiful graffiti: Alex made sure we were all back at home at 6 PM, because he didn’t want us to arrive too late at the sauna today. He sensed that I was disappointed with the sparse choices yesterday, perhaps due to our late arrival, so he made sure we could get ready for the sauna at an earlier time than our arrival yesterday. Some coffee and 3 showers later, we were out the door. We got to Lagoa at 7:30 PM. Just an hour earlier than yesterday. Upon getting there, I still felt that the place could use more people. It was a Tuesday nigtt, so understandably the place would be less busy, but I always felt that the Rio saunas had more people any night of the week. We all plopped ourselves in the seating and tables area and had a beer. There was probably double the amount of boys than yesterday. Which was not saying much because it was not busy yesterday. Diego asks me what I was in the mood for today. “Voce,” I said, in my pathetic attempt at flattery. Diego laughs. “Later. I will get my turn. But now, I want you to be happy. It makes me happy to see you happy.” It was a flattering statement, and one that he would repeat over and over throughout the trip. I didn’t know what kind of game he was playing. He is after all a Garoto de Programa, possibly an expert in creating an illusion, and a good-looking one at that. I am sure he is angling for some type of compensation towards the end, even if he said it was not needed (because of the help I gave him a month ago to escape his pimp). Oh well, we just have to wait and see. But what was I in the mood for today? I am thinking maybe someone different from what I had yesterday. I had Miguel, the giant (6’4), handsome and muscular GP. Today, maybe someone slighter, shorter, but still equally captivating. Maybe someone younger too. A muscular twink maybe. I tell this all to Diego. He asks me if that was what I really wanted tonight. I nodded. Diego then left his seat. “Where are you going?” I ask. “I’m gonna find you a boy!” Ten minutes later, Diego reappeared, and he had two boys in tow. Both were young-looking, both were slighter (but still with defined abs and muscles), and both were handsome. Wow, it was just like ordering off a menu with Diego. “Choose one,” Diego tell me. I thought to myself, could I choose both? Maybe I can make a threeway happen. And before I could say this thought to Diego, Diego blurts out “Not both, just one.” I laugh. “Por que?” I ask. “Too much money,” Diego says. “Entao, you pick,” I finally say. I just found it heartless to pick just one boy, in front of everyone. Diego, perhaps used to rejection when dealing with clients in saunas, had fewer scruples about rejecting a fellow boy. He sizes up the boys and then asks them a few questions. He finally chooses the slightly taller and more ripped of the two. He bids the other boy a healthy “Valeu!” and invites the other boy to sit next to me. The boy does not order anything. “Robert,” he introduced himself. Paulista, 24 years old (looks younger). He asks me where I hailed from. “Sou gringo,” I say; my usual introduction. “Really,” Robert says, in English. He then proceeds to have a full conversation with me in near-perfect English. I was kind of surprised. I ask him why his English was so good. He said he works for a hotel also so he needs to be fluent. We actually had quite a lengthy conversation amongst the other Brazilians at the table who were speaking in Portuguese. And I actually enjoyed talking to Robert. He was affable and charming. I almost was sorry I had to ruin the moment by asking for a programa. But Lagoa isn’t a café, it’s a whorehouse. So I had to ask Diego if they agreed on terms (not yet). I’d rather get Diego set the business side of things, just out of consistency. Sure enough, the same deal. Everything, including bottoming and cumming, for 150 reals. I kiss Diego on the lips before Robert whisked me away to the counter to get our cabina. In the room Robert takes off his towel to reveal some black briefs. He was already hard, and the outline of his giant cock was all I could see. That looked like a monster. Sure enough, as I unwrapped my present, the giant cock sprung out. That thing was huge, and thick. Maybe it was a matter or proportion, and just an optical illusion, because Robert was shorter and slighter than Miguel from yesterday, but it did look like Robert had a bigger cock than the towering Miguel. I naturally put it in my mouth, like my life depended on it. It’s rare that I’d start a programa not with a kiss on the lips, but with a mouth on the shaft, but that’s what happened. I got over the cock and concentrated on the boy. He was gorgeous. White boy looks, interesting tall nose. Pretty brown eyes and boyish features. His body, even more perfect. Not an ounce of fat on him. Cum gutters. 8-pack abs. Nice firm pecs. Biceps you could squeeze. I got down to the worship. He clearly took care of his body. I did what I could to show it the attention it deserved. And he was pretty hairless, so rimming was heavenly. I was in heaven. It was his turn to show attention. He was pretty good. Sucked great. Even rimmed. This was a treat. He put a condom on me and sat on it. With each thrust up and down, his giant hard cock was bouncing up and down as well, hitting his tummy with a sound. It was a sight to see. I came really hard at that point. Too much sensory overload. He takes off my condom and throws it on the floor (gross). He lays beside me and asks me how I wanted his cum. “I just want to see you shoot.” So he kisses me, and asks me to fondle his balls. He pulls back and cums, with cum shooting on his face and chest. A gusher! He reaches for the toilet roll by the bed and dries himself off. We cuddle after and we talk a little bit more about each other. It’s nice to meet a GP who was fluent in English. I’d rather practice my Portuguese, but once in a while it’s nice to have this instead. We exchange WhatsApp and take showers. We head to the lockers and I fish out 150 from my wallet. I give it to him and he kisses me. “WhatApp ok?” he says. “Let’s hangout again, maybe not here?” I said sure. This was a guarantee. The boy: I get back to my posse and Diego looks at me with a bit of worry. “That was a long time. Are you ok?” I assure him that everything was ok. I was not sure how long we took. Diego said it was an hour or more. Maybe he was exaggerating. Alex didn’t get anyone at the sauna and just shot the shit with Diego over beers. We paid up and left the place. We stopped by Leo’s place of work to pick Leo up. We then decided to get McDonald’s for dinner, since Leo was buying and that’s what he wanted to have for dinner. 120 reals later we had our burgers, fries and cokes. I take a photo of our food and send it to Robert: Another behind the scenes peek at a boy’s process to get more clients. You never really think about these boys with perfect bodies ever diet to retain their perfect bodies. It’s probably worth it, not eating McDonalds forever if you depend on your body for your income. We shouldn’t be eating this shit anyway. But in a perfect evening, sitting in the patio area of the McDonalds on Rua Serra de Braganca in Tatuape, with newfound friends, that hardly mattered. Tomorrow, the posse's heading to Rio.

I'm not a fan of film critic Michael Phillips (Chicago Tribune), but sometimes he hits the nail on the head. "But the academy has a far more serious problem than its misguided, un-vetted initial choice of Kevin Hart as Oscar emcee. The problem is the irrelevant chore that the Oscars have become... Finally: The Oscars never should’ve gone after Kevin Hart. Homophobia aside, he’s a medium-grade talent. There’s enough medium-grade talents on that stage every year as it is." Once again, the Academy looks like they have serious egg on their face.

Photos posted on this site are being shared with sauna guys! There is a member here that has been doing it for at least 2 months. One of our regular posters was contacted while he was in Rio yesterday to say that the guy had seen the photo and even thou it did not show his face or him naked he was upset! This is the second time in the last 6 weeks this has happened. So it has to be a member on here who is doing itl I am going to stop posting period, and go back to sharing with guys I know personally and only correspond through email. there is always some jerk that ruins it for everyone else.