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Day 7: When You’re Too Late For the Party, Start Your Own I woke up with a hand shaking my leg. It was Diego Dois, the limp wonder from yesterday, trying to wake me and Diego up. I looked at my cellphone: it was only 6 AM. What the hell. “I need to go home. My wife needs me,” he says. Diego and Diego Dois converse for a little bit. Diego tells me “I’ll just accompany him down to the street. I’ll be back.” I drift right back to sleep. I get woken up by Diego getting back to bed. He gives me a kiss. His lips tasted like toothpaste. The bastard freshened up again. Very professional. “Was it OK if Diego Dois went home? He really needed to go back home,” he asked, earnestly. “Tudo bem, “ I exhaled. I get right back to sleep in Diego’s arms. I’ve woken up in Rio only 8 times in my life. Despite this limited experience, I’ve developed a curious habit. This has been my practice so far: when I wake up in Rio, I usually check the weather outside. If there is sun, I must go out to the beaches. If there isn’t, I go back to bed. As a kid, summering by the beaches in Southern California, I’ve learned to let the sun decide what kind of day I will have. A habit I’ve taken with me to Rio. Even if all my Rio escapades have been very adult so far, looking for the sun to go to the beach takes me back to my childhood. It almost feels like home. ALMOST. My childhood experience did not include a hunky full-grown man beside me in bed. Diego was already awake, and looking at his phone. “Oi amor,” he smiles. “Bom dia.” A kiss. I looked at the window. No sun. “Sem sol?” I ask Diego. “It is cloudy. But I am sure the sun will come out for us. Let’s go to the beach today?” I say yes. A cloudy day in Rio is probably still more beautiful than any sunny day back home. We wake Alex up and all get ready. It was Alex’s turn to buy the meal. It was 12 noon, so lunch was in order. We find a restaurant in Ipanema near Praca General Osorio called Belmonte. I had a pretty tasty chicken thing: Afterwards we head towards the gay beach in Ipanema by Rua Farme Amoeda, the gay street in Rio. It was still cloudy but the sun was hinting its appearance through the clouds. It didn’t get totally sunny, but it hardly mattered with nice visuals, good drinks, and good company: At 5PM we walk back to the apartment to shower and rest. Diego and I “rest” for a bit as well, before the evening’s activities. After all was said and done (demorar muito), Diego’s GP friend came to the apartment to join us. Tomas was a handsome, very tall, mixed race black guy. I met him yesterday, at 202. Diego had a lot of very handsome GP friends for sure, but Tomas’s difference maker for me was two things were: (1) it was apparent from hanging out that Diego and Tomas were close and (2) Tomas spoke fluent English. After a while in Rio, ridiculous as it sounds, another hot guy is just another hot guy. It will take more than a great face, hot body, and big cock to stand out. Such is the ridiculous circumstance one finds oneself when in a Brazil sauna. At the sauna yesterday, Tomas and I had a long conversation over beers while hanging out and knew quickly then that he was an expert GP. He knew how to make you feel at ease with him. He knew when to turn up the sexy too, to urge you to do a programa with him without demanding one. He had a nice muscular body, and it looked like from his towel that he had a big one. It didn’t matter yesterday tho. Conversation was good enough. Now, at the apartment, Tomas looked even more stunning, in tight fitting shirt and trendy pants. He was a pretty polished player for sure. We all Ubered it to 117. As I approached the door to 117 I noticed that my wallet was gone. I quickly tell everyone. Diego, in his quick thinking, thinks it fell out of my pocket and was still in the Uber. Diego and Tomas race to the Uber, which by now was slowly making its way up the road, and flagged it down. They retrieve the wallet, which was on the floor at the backseat. Much later I check the contents, discretely. All the money and cards were still there. It was a stupid mistake. I am still learning to trust Diego, but he came through. Diego and Tomas entered as boys (20 reals each), and Alex and I entered as customers (60 reals each). 8:30 PM admittedly is not ideal sauna going time. It’s hard to be on time when you’re having fun. Déjà vu set in though. Much like Lagoa was on a Monday and Tuesday, 117 at this hour, a Thursday, was not busy. There was a sprinkling of customers milling about, but the atmosphere was fairly subdued. There were some nice looking guys. But maybe because Diego and Tomas were with me, I did not wanted to interrupt my hanging out time with them to go to just to go do a programa. At 9:30 PM Diego was wondering why I wasn’t finding anyone to have sex with. I was pretty indecisive. I was zeroing in on this white-ish guy. Fairly classic example of what you would look for in a Brazilian sauna: very handsome, tall, muscular, abs on point, large bulge through the towel, large ass. I kept looking at the guy but I wasn’t pulling the trigger. Diego sees me eyeing the guy and asks me if I wanted him. I shrugged, but ultimately said yes. Just as I said that, the boy sits with a Brazilian customer. Diego looks at me. “Nao sei,” I said. We go back to our conversations. At 10 PM, the boy was still with the customer talking, but not going to a programa. Diego tells me he will talk to the boy to see if he is available for a programa, despite him being with a customer. Diego approaches their table and they talk for a while. Diego comes back and says the boy will do it for 150 reals. He will come to our soon. At 10:30 PM though, we still see the boy talking to the customer. Diego says we leave. Clearly the boy was not interested in my money. We all leave 117. I had blue balls. Tomas asks Diego that maybe we should go to 202 instead, maybe it was better there. Diego texts one of his GP friends who he knew was in 202 tonight to ask about the crowd. He gets a reply. “My friend says 202 is no better. Not busy. He had no customers tonight. He left 30 minutes ago,” Diego says. This was turning into a bad night for sauna-going overall. “Do you want to go to 202 anyway to see if there are boys you like? It might be better than here. There was only one boy you liked here,” Diego suggests. Tomas counters “But that’s another set of entrance fees. It’ll get expensive.” “We don’t have to go in. I can go in first and see if there are even good boys still there. If there are we can take the boy home, so you don’t have to pay the cabina fees.” This was not a bad idea. This will only cost about an extra 10 reals since we will have to get two Ubers (to the sauna, and then home) instead of just the one to get home. And nothing was happening here anyway. So Alex and I settle our accounts and off we go to 202. At the counter, Diego talks to the counter guy and then ducks into the sauna, while we waited. After 5 minutes of searching for boys, Diego emerged with two boys. The boys looked so similar that they could be brothers. They were both Caucasian looking, and not at all Latino. They were both in street clothes, which was weird, probably on their way out as well. “Which one?” Diego asks. Again, I am not comfortable with choosing in front of boys. And at this point, I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone else at all. But Diego went through all this trouble so I chose the boy with the better hair. It was a hair-based choice. The other boy asks if he could come as well, possibly for a reduced fee. Diego says no. “Another mouth to feed,” is what Diego said. There were 5 of us now, and it was 11:30 PM. We all decide to walk to a grocery store to get drinks and some finger food, for the impromptu house party. Diego managed to satisfy everyone’s alcohol preferences: Alex liked a specific beer, Tomas and the new boy, Rafa, hard liquor. Diego and I will drink anything, so after a frantic 30 minutes in the market we get this: There was a line to the cashiers. Diego gives 50 reals to Tomas and instructs Tomas to buy something at the pharmacy across the street. I asked what Diego wanted. Diego laughs and then tells me to go with Tomas to find out what it was. Tomas smiled the whole time as we cross the street to the pharmacy. “I have a discount with this pharmacy,” he says. Tomas tells the cashier what he wanted, pays and then hands the two little boxes to me: It was Viagra. I laugh. “Do you really need this?” I ask. “I don’t think so,” Tomas says, “But Diego seems to think we do.” We get back to the market. “Viagra?” I whisper to Diego. Diego laughs and puts an arm around me. “You were disappointed with Diego Dois yesterday. I don’t want these boys to let you down now.” as he kisses my ear. Another value added thing that Diego puts on the table. He is even in charge of the hard-ons. As we check out we notice a pack of women very skimpily dressed at the next cashier. “Prostitutes,” Tomas tells me. I guess even prostitutes need groceries too. As we leave the market, the prostitutes cat-call Diego, Tomas and Rafa. The boys hurl some pleasantries back. I guess if you’re in a pack of pretty boys like these three, you get noticed. The putas walk into the night: Four us pile into the backseat of an Uber, while Tomas, the biggest of us all, was in the front. Back at the apartment, Diego sets the stage again. The sofa bed is unfurled. The beers and drinks shared. Diego cooks up the hotdogs and beef were cooked. The advantages of having a kitchen that only getting an AirBNB provides: After some discussion with the boys, Diego sets me aside. He tells me it is 80 for Tomas, for everything, plus an Uber ride home. For Rafa, the usual 150 reals, and he sleeps here before taking the Metro in the morning. Not a centavo more, he says again. Tomas is first up. I know this because Tomas gets up at hour one to shower. Tomas goes to the bedroom afterwards. That was my cue. I shower as well and go to the bedroom, as Diego, Alex and Rafa shoot the shit in the living room. Tomas was a joy. His long, lithe body was a sight to behold. His kisses were deep, punctuated by his mouth’s journey to my neck and chest, which heightened the mood. He is a strong guy, so he was able to carry me, shift, me, and contort me any which way he could. His ass was sweet to the taste. And I am burying the lede here. He had the largest cock I’ve ever seen in Brazil. Can’t put all the way in the mouth, and it was a two-hander to just jack off. And it was hard as a rock (Viagra?). It can split anyone and anything in so many different ways. He does not bottom, but that didn’t even cross my mind as I partook. The English language dirty talk was just icing on the cake. 80 reals, as promised. I did not want to pay more, as I know how Diego feels about that. Tomas and I shower together and join the others for more merriment. At hour two and half, it was Rafa’s turn. He showers and in a towel, takes my hand as we go to the bedroom. I never really had the time to assess Rafa before this moment. Now that I have my alone time with him I can see up close that I made the right choice. In street clothes he looked just like a boy-next-door. But up close, and half-naked, he was gorgeous. Nice blue eyes, lots of light brown hair, supple white skin that suited him. He looked like this football player back in high school who I had a huge crush on. Another reminder of my childhood, surprisingly to be found in Rio. The difference is I get to have sex with this one. I get to live out my fantasies through Rafa. He takes off his towel and out flops his cock. After Tomas, I really didn’t really expect Rafa to measure up. He was white after all. But what I saw was impressive as well. Another boy whose cock was disproportionately large in relation to everything else. I would post a pic if it was allowed here. His cock is as white as he is. He was not as demonstrative as the Carioca Tomas, but this boy from Curitiba was no less hot. He bottomed, I obliged. Seeing that cock spring back and forth with each thrust was a delight. It was hard the whole time too, so I knew Viagra was the answer. We both came in buckets. 150. After the limp noodle that was Diego Dois, having two rock-hard hung penises sure made up for that disappointment. The party ended at 5 AM, and I called an Uber for Tomas (15 reals). Rafa left as well to take the Metro. Alex was super drunk and somehow lost all his clothes by the end of the night and snoring on the sofa bed naked as the day he was born. Diego and I settle in the bedroom. “Tomorrow, we should not go to the sauna. There’s no reason for you to spend all that money on entrance fees and cabinas. The party is in this apartment, not in the sauna.” That’s only partly true. The party is wherever he was.

There are two theories I have on why someone would tell garotos about photos here: 1). A board member who is upset that other clients are sharing garotos photos, so tells the garotos in order to get the garotos angry and cause everything to blow up - with the end result nobody posting pics here anymore. 2). A client trying to win favor with the garotos by letting them in on inside information. The motive would be to gain the garotos trust and elevate himself as a preferred client to the garoto. In my opinion pics posted on a closed forum such as tomcal’s is not really the same as posting on an open forum. Those photos are not indexed, google searchable, and the garotos family, friends, coworkers etc. would not be able to find them. Only a handful of people had access to them. The whole situation sucks, but as the saying goes it only takes one bad apple to ruin the whole bunch..

Let me help. Do not post images that you do not have the right or permission to post. Feel free to take photos of guys but ask if it is OK to post them on a forum. Feel free to link to other sites for escorts where they have uploaded those photos themselves. However, do not post images that you did not take yourself or you have the legal right to use.

I may be wrong, and in that case I will be glad to be corrected, but this is what I think it happened. Some time ago pictures shared in the open Latin American forums were shown to the GPs depicted in them. Because of that incident in the open forum, @Tomcal created the private Club. Once in the private club, the problem occurred again. Tom considered cancelling everyone's membership and asking to re-apply. This time is the third occurrence, and Tom just closed the club and decided not to post anymore here. I think it was very naive from all of us to even consider that we would be able to control pictures sharing amongst people we do not really know. Plus the deeper concerns brought by @RockHardNYC from the very beginning of this thread. I will be more careful and more respectful of others' privacy.

Even though I agree with @RockHardNYC that when it comes to the internet, nothing is really private, @TotallyOz has already stated that these photos in question were posted in the public forum. There are a few posters who enjoy posting photos of garotos they met during their escapades, along with the alleged acts and prices, and a few of them are easily recognizable by their photos (face blocked or not). I believe that at least one of the young men whose photos were posted about, along with details of the alleged sexual activity and prices, is livid about this exposure. Some posters here either don’t know or conveniently shrug off the cultural differences in places like Brazil. Sure, sauna work and even prostitution are legal there, but machismo Brazilian and Latin American culture still dictates that one keeps that kind of work quiet. Just as clients, other than the outest gayest, would cringe at the thought of being exposed on a website, so would 85% - 95% of the sauna workers. Also, many (most?) garotos, due to the same cultural norms, are going to state in public that they are ativo (tops), and would be mortified to learn that not only are they being photo ID’d by name, but they are also talked about as passivo (bottoms).

I think what the poster you’re responding to probably meant was that the actual definition of “black” is different / less broad in the DR or Brazil than it is in the USA — therefore, many people that would be considered black in America would not necessarily identify or be identified as black in the DR or Brazil. This is due to several factors: different histories is one, the lasting legacy of the “one drop rule” in the USA is another, but also a longer period of cultural awareness and black pride, which is relatively new there, has existed in the USA. In the USA, a guy that looks like Shemar Moore, Jesse Williams or Michael Ealy or a woman like Vanessa Williams is black. In the DR or in Brazil, they act confused when you say that.

Hot report as always.

Bogota One night stopover. Stayed in hotel 100 m from Gigolo Erotic House. Clean. A bit noisy. Very cute lad at reception. Not Hilton but sufficient when you arrive in the afternoon and leave very early next day. And cheap ... 69000 COP around 23 USD (3000 COP = 1 USD). Following Numazu s pieces of advice, I decided to go only to Gigolo House and not also to Teatron. I arrived around 8.30 pm. Boys arrive around that time also and change in the room. They only wear jock straps. That night there were around 30 boys of very different types. Many twinks. A few hunks. Striking difference between Brazil : boys are shorter including dickwise and do not have so many tattoes in general. Boys walk around the room and chat with customers (spanish only of course). They try to convince customers to take them to backrooms. There are only 2 backrooms which are in fact a very small place with only a chair. A curtain separates the mainroom from backroom which is in fact just a corner of the main room. Cost of dances in backroom is 50.000 COP (around 15 USD). This is for 20 minutes. Boys remove jock strap from beginning and do what you want. It is better to agree in advance but not compulsory. Fucking is 100.000 COP (30 USD). The curtain is not thick and at least from one backroom you can see all that happens in the room and vice versa I guess. 5 boys at a time dance on stage. Around 11 pm and then regularly in the night there are hardcore shows ie one boy coming on stage with a hard on and then displaying his tool that customers can touch or even play with for a tip. The performer passes in the room after the show to get tips from the audience. Life sex show around 1 am. Threesomes on Fridays. No guarantee of type and time of shows in fact : when I arrive, no one could confirm there would be a life show that night. Went with a few boys in the backroom and had some fun (cuddling) with some of them in the main room. A few guys were from Venezuela including a very good looking guy who was also masseur in Sauna saint Morritz where you can get more than a massage. Great time in this place. Worth a repeat. When I went from the hotel to Gigolo house around 8.30 pm there were almost no one in the streets but surprinsingly at 1.30 am there were people walking by, one restaurant was still open. Safe return to the hotel. Taxi hotel Airport : 20 minutes. 10 USD Drinks in Gigolo House cheat 2.5 USD the beer. Many contacts on Grindr including a guy from Medellin who stayed at same hotel and also went to Gigolo House. Too short a stay. Worth a longer visit to explore more.

If you understand the history of race and racism in America, which was uniquely cruel and its impact long-lasting, it should be no mystery why this is the case.

Might I add a 3) for good measure? A client with Board access who feels scorned and cheated within negotiations, and wants to maliciciously shove into a garoto's face, while maintaining a third-party degree of personal impunity, that there is evidence, beyond verbal exchange hearsay, that said garoto's services of such-and-such a nature could be had for such-and-such a price by such-and-such client/poster who wrote and illustrated about it all. Along with ego, follow the money.

I guess we just picked the wrong end.

Well here's a photo I took yesterday in Key West of my friends from Czech Republic who escort and do porn for Bel Ami. They may put it in their ad.

Bars with with framed photos? Tiddlers! In Georgia folks carved up a whole mountain for their heroes.. Now that I think about it, taking into account the war tech available in their time, those three paladins probably did at least as much damage to Georgia as Mussolini did to Italy. And for less reason.

Lookin, historically folks have often confused aggressive bombast forcefully delivered with strength and decisiveness. The man on a white horse formula has played well from Greek populists to Huey Long. Clinton's failure to respond effectively in the debates when Trump took to roaming around the stage and looming over her was a disaster. I swear ever since I first saw Trump puffing himself up, pooching out his lips, shouting what ever slogan popped into his head, all I've been able to see was il Duce.

I just did a loose tally. I own about 4800 books. Eight hundred of them are in my bedroom, the rest in boxes in the basement. I've read about 20% of the pages in them, overall. The remaining pages are a reason to live! (Besides beautiful escorts. )

Guys it's not a thing about law. Just as you don't wanna see your picture while half naked inside a gay sauna filled with garotos posted in the internet, don't do it with garotos. Without involving law which in brazil is extremely complicated

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, I think you have to sign in to see the photos but all it takes is an email address. I stopped posting non public photos of anyone's face a long long time ago on the public side of the forum. What really disappoints me is that someone also shared, twice, photos from the members only club that @tomcal set up. There is something fun about sharing a bit of your experience with other travelers and also seeing whom they met in the hopes you'll see them in your next trip to Brazil or wherever. But Tom is right, fool me once shame on me. I won't post any pictures going forward.

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.

The desire to speculate must be human nature. A lot of people seem to enjoy it.

No, Walker, but it just occurred to me that the broom he usually carries may be intended for guys, like you, inclined to bend over at the drop of a hat.

I’ve witnessed this third scenario before at two other message boards involving gay-for-pay escorts. I don’t trust anonymous posters as far as I could throw them (and some of them, being very portly and corpulent, couldn’t be thrown at all!).

Mussolini gave Rome Il Vittoriano. Without affection, it's also known as the wedding cake. (The view from the top can be fascinating.) Mussolini also gave Rome via dei Fori Imperiali, a modern road that runs in a straight line from the Piazza Venezia to the Colosseum. This construction did serious damage to antiquity. The road cuts right through the ancient Forum, where excavations continue to this very day.

There are plenty of self-absorbed, insecure gay men who don't want other men having more fun. Any theory that involves envy, jealousy, and one-upmanship works for me. If my memory can be trusted, pics were originally posted on the open forum. That's how I know about them. All it takes is one mistake like that and the bad apple has his worm. There's nothing special about that photo. It's out-of-focus, and it's not very flattering to either actor. A model's face should never be placed on the outer edge of a lens to avoid lens distortion. BelAmi boys have access to seriously talented photographers. Why on earth would they put that unflattering photo in their ad? Sounds to me like someone enjoys the feeling of escort tongue up his ass. (Can't say there's anything wrong with that.) +1 Sharing a photo on the internet in a private area is only "private" if you trust every member of that club. Sharing a photo with an in-person friend is not the same thing as giving that photo to a friend. Any photo shared on the internet, private or not, is a gift. It can be stolen and used with negative intent. Typically, I fall into the camp of trust no one in order to secure less disappointment.

Let me be clear, I have not heard of any issues in the Club area. Those are all private. Those photos were not shared. Only the ones in the open forums were shared. The Clubs area was added to avoid this issue. However, that often limits the number of people participating and that is fine for me with photo threads. I also use photography as do many of you with never an issue. The Club areas are available for all to use and create and are as safe and secure as the owner (the Club originator) opens them.

Is this the thread you mean? https://message-forum.net/threads/taxi-driver-in-salvador.60961/#post-544687

Well said man....Well said

You’d have NO idea which escort / garoto posted the photo. After all, it was acquired from social media and ANYONE has access to it. So, some of these posters who are so quick to post photos of working guys without their advance permission probably could use a taste of their own medicine.

Demedici, I think you mean "... twice, shame on me."

My goodness! Your writing is amazing! The description of the guys and even the suttle use of humor is amazing. This forum makes me want to cancel my trip to Santo Domingo and head straight for Brazil!

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

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.

Excellent point.

I give details on my escapades but never photos or names...regardless if the guy is working to make money, unless he says he is okay with having his photos or names out there for the public, have some discretion and privacy about your encounters... I get the point of the forum is to share just there is a such thing as too much info, especially if you havent checked to see if it is okay with said guy....

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:

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.

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.

Boredom can be a pain in the ass, for sure. Total deflation. Personally, I don't enjoy work-related routine. That is the main reason why I opted to be self-employed. "Enough money?" That may be an issue. When is enough, enough? When you don't come from money, and you strike it rich, most of these folks suffer from broke-itus. You never have enough, and you never want to envision yourself broke again. Lots of people in Hollywood have broke-itus.

Yeah.....because that routine worked so well for Rosie O’Donnell.....lmao! Why, oh why can’t we learn from the mistakes of others? “Mean Ellen”?....it’s like “angry milk”....it just doesn’t make any sense.

Can we nominate someone for the job? If so, here is one that would keep Trump in check:

The question I would have asked, "Do we need another mean, angry lesbian?"

Trump folk live in an alternate reality. The latest quotes from Sarah Sanders at a recent speech she gave are ASTOUNDING. Trumpians couldn't possibly see Pelosi's ball-crushing finesse, because she crushed his balls with deference and respect. The Trumpians are in DENIAL, much like Trump himself, and they're not sophisticated enough. If they want to see "kick-ass," it's coming. Hard to see how Trump and his family survive NY's Southern District Court. They are coming full force.

I have eaten at all ten or so sit-down dining establishments in central Gloria, district as encircled in yellow. EXCEPT Casa da Suiça in the Swiss Consulate, a restaurant that is now permanently closed. My favourite is Grégora Arte directly across the street from Clube 117. Dined there a few dozen times, never a disappointing meal whether 'fixed price' lunch, a snack, or dinner. I find that the preparation has a little more flair, and the meat is not overly salted. They also stock a large selection of imported European brews. Along with the regular menu card, there is always a fish, beef, chicken, and vegetarian lunch special selection. It is often fully occupied. The streetside patio is nicely shaded and quite comfortable on hot days. It is walkable for me. I think many 117 visitors have bypassed it because they often shoot out of the club like a bat out of hell and want to get to their more conventional tourist districts. Unfortunate, that, if one is hungry and has time prior to the final subway run.