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Day 8: When an Ending is a Beginning Today is my last full day in Rio, and Diego knew it. He said that we should take it easy today (no beach, no sauna) and just maybe go out to a club tonight to celebrate my last night. Leo arrived mid-morning from Sao Paulo, with his work done for a few days, to join us for my last day, and he intended to stay in RJ some days after. After a few minutes of being at the AirBNB, he already has plans to meet with a Grindr hookup (something about Rio that makes him a slut, he says), and one he chose to go with him to the club tonight with all of us. Alex, super hungover from last night’s festivities, kept his head low all day to recuperate. Rio makes sluts of everyone, I have found. Diego and I had a late start today, due to lateness of last night. Thankfully we did not have anything planned today. We tidied up our room and arranged our luggage for a bit, with some good conversation and some make out sessions thrown in for good measure. Mid-afternoon we decide to get a haircut to look sharp for tonight. Diego suggests going to the Siquera Campos Metro Station area, near Pointe 202 sauna, since he knew a good barber there. So we left Leo with his flavor of the day to shag like bunnies, and Alex who asked to use our bed so he can take a nap. The Metro was not busy this mid-afternoon hour on a Friday. We get to Siquiera Campos and headed over to a shop in the little shopping complex near the station. He meets with his usual barber, who knew exactly what he needed to be done. The salon attendant instructed me to go to another barber on the second level to get my hair did. Upon settling on my barber’s seat I realized that this was my first trip to the barber in Brazil. How would I know what to say to the barber on how I wanted my hair done, in Portuguese? It wasn’t as hard as I thought. Short in the side (half), a little trim at the top (one). I was done in 10 minutes. For half of the price I was used to at home. Very efficient. Diego meanwhile, was having all kinds of things done. His hair was cut, but he was about to get his blonde highlights refreshed and his facial hair sculpted. He was waiting for the barber to get his coloring stuff ready. After 5 minutes, and a quick chat with his barber, he tells me that it will probably take a good hour to get everything that he needed done. “You know it takes work to actually look this good. We don’t look this good without a lot of help,” he says, half jokingly. The good hair, great skin, manicured facial hair, banging body, yeah, all of that takes work to get to and maintain. I appreciate all the hard work for sure. “Do you want me to wait here?” I ask. “Nao, of course not. You can go back home and wait there,” he suggests. I told him I didn’t want to do that. I want to let the boys have their fun while we were gone. “What do you want to do then?” Diego asks. Inspiration strikes me: “Well, the sauna is just a 5 minute walk from here. I can wait for you there.” “Great, you can do that. I’ll call Tomas to see if he can go with you. He lives nearby,” he says. Before I know it, Tomas is walking up to the barbershop, again looking smashing. He was in club wear, so I kind of guessed Diego tipped him off that we were going to the club tonight. We were off to Pointe 202. I can understand Diego wanting Tomas to go with me so I wouldn’t get bored. But I was going to the sauna, so of course I won’t get bored. Unless he needed Tomas to either protect me, or watch me, or both. The sauna was packed. Tomas, ever the communicator, told me his journey to becoming a GP over some beers. Very interesting story. I don’t hear any sadness in his story. It almost felt like he was happy being able to make other people happy. And he seems to be compensated pretty well. He seems pretty well-adjusted. Lots of pretty boys tonight. Very festive mood today on an early Friday night. Many possibilities for a quick programa before Diego joined us. And then David, a previous GP hire, walks by. Remember him from last trip? I was clearly enamored by him that trip. Remember before this trip started that I thought Diego would flake or cancel on me, so I had Leo look for a GP to stay with me in Sao Vicente? Well that’s not all I did, as insurance. I also invited David to join us. If Diego showed up, I would have two GPs with me. Double the fun. If Diego bailed, I would still have David. But the reverse happened. It was David who bailed. He could not get to the airport on time to get to Sao Paulo, and he lost his flight. I shared this with Diego, as well as Leo and Alex, on Day 1, and ever since then the three badmouthed David for wasting my money, calling him “indio,” (because he was from Manaus) and other names because he lost his flight. Maybe mean-spirited. But the guys did not have a good opinion of David after that. But David is here, now, and I am reminded of why I was so enamored with him in the first place. Handsome face (young, inviting), perfect body (naturally muscular), and his amazing ass bulging out of his towel. My tongue was out again, and my eyes bugging out of their sockets, like a Looney Tunes cartoon fox. David sees me and approaches me. “Ta bem?” he asks. I say yes. He then apologized profusely again, as much as he did the day he lost his flight, personally this time, not on WhatsApp. I invited him to sit with us. I fill Tomas in on David’s story. Tomas laughs and shakes David’s hand. I ask David if he wanted a drink. David asks for a coke, and then asks me if he could order a pizza as well. He was hungry. “Sure,” I say. “We can share.” Tomas orders the food. David snuggles beside me, and gives me a big passionate kiss. We make out for a while. The food comes. We partake. I had a hard-on the whole time. The boy was doing a number on me. When we finish the food I had to tell David that I couldn't take it anymore, and we had to go do a programa. David gets a room for us and I tell Tomas that I will be back. Off David and I go. We sure made up for the time we supposedly were going to spend in Sao Paulo. David was eager for redemption, and this was his chance. And he took it. I always thought that sauna rooms are kind of dirty and gross *for me – I’m a princess this way* and prefer the relative comfort and serenity of my own bed *AirBNB or hotel* but we sure made use of the room we got. Two words – fluids everywhere. David came twice, and so did I. We made the room even more dirty and gross. I gave a 10 to David to give to the cleaner person. She deserves the money. I paid David 200 reals, because I was so fucking happy. After the deed David still lingered with me and Tomas while we waited for Diego. Pretty soon Diego appeared, looking all polished and pretty. He was kind of surprised I had someone else there with Tomas. Introductions were made. It clicked with Diego all of a sudden that it was the same David who stood me up. Diego suggests we go home to prepare for the club tonight. I bid farewell to David. Something was up with Diego. He was kind of distant. In the Uber though, Diego and Tomas were their normal selves. Maybe I am imagining things. We get back at the apartment and it was empty. “Grocery shopping,” Diego said. After a few minutes Leo and Alex (and Leo’s date) come in with bags of stuff. Soon Leo was cooking up something fierce. Enough for everyone, even for Tomas and Leo’s friend. There was even dessert. This is how it’s done. Restaurants in Ipanema can get expensive. It definitely took the pressure off me in paying for Diego and Tomas’ food. After dinner, everyone got ready. Showers. Smart clothes. Leo styled my hair, an advantage in having a hairdresser as a friend. Everyone shared Alex’s cologne. Instagram live video of everything. Including the walk to the club of the night – Cueva (Cave) in Copacabana. We opted to get fancy. We paid a flat 80 reals each (I paid for Diego and Tomas) and we got to hangout in an exclusive section by the well, roped off from the masses in the dancing area. The place really felt like a cave, dark and isolated, but was super warm, instead of cold. Was super fun tho. Eye candy everywhere: Diego was having fun, but when I approached to get the usual hug or kiss I get from him, he pulled back from me. He would say that he was not comfortable with PDA with a man yet. It was fine in the sauna or the occasional peck in the cheek in the beach. But not here, he said. I found that weird. Cave was a gay club. Everyone was kissing and hugging. Why wasn’t he comfortable? I moved over to Leo and Alex instead of Diego and Tomas. Everyone saw that I was a little bit disturbed by this. Leo asks me to go with him to the patio area for a smoke. “I don’t smoke,” I protested. “Just come, OK?” Leo insists. At the patio area Leo asks me what was wrong. I tell Leo what happened. “It's my last night! Why is he all of a sudden acting like an asshole?” Leo tells me why: Diego told him that he was angry at me for spending money on David. And Leo agreed. David flaked out on us in Sao Paulo. He already wasted my money. No sense rewarding him for that behavior. I told Leo that it was my money and I can do what I want. Leo said that was true, but this was the reason by Diego was pissed off. And like clockwork, Diego appears. “Let’s talk,” he says. So we go through all of it. An actual fight, like boyfriends. In a club, like boyfriends. He tells me his piece. He says 200 reals is too much for anyone to receive for a programa. That’s a lot of money for Brazilians. And buying David dinner was just too much. And we were supposed to have alone time today. No one else. I tell him my piece as well. I told him I go to Brazil to relax. I don’t care if I waste money on boys. It’s why I am here in Brazil. It shouldn’t concern him. He said it did concern him. He was spending all this time with me without compensation. He was staying because he wanted to stay. He does not like me throwing my money away on boys that don’t honor their word. He says he is different. He honors his word. He is concerned because this is Rio. Everyone will want your money and will do anything to get it. I asked him if he wanted my money as well. He was offended by this. He tells me: “You cannot buy me. You are a rich American. You can buy others. It’s very easy for you. But you are buying something false. I have something real. That can’t be bought." That cut through the heart. I was affected by his words, even if we weren’t boyfriends. I told him that: we weren’t boyfriends, and we can’t expect the other to commit to something, or anything. He agreed that we weren’t, but he admitted that this week was nice for him. It was different. He says we are not boyfriends, but this was at least a start. To just a nice friendship or actual boyfriends, he didn’t know. But it was a start. It is easier for him for other clients to spend a lot of money because it was work, and it suited him if clients spend a lot of money on him. But it was hard for him to see me do it. For some reason he cared. He suggests that we just try to have a good time tonight. We were in a cool club with friends. Let’s not let this weird thing between us ruin everyone else’s fun. I head back down to the dance area while Diego smoked. Had a few drinks and danced with Leo and Alex. I wondered where Diego was. I tell everyone I wanted to see what Diego was doing. I get back to the patio and I see Diego and Tomas, talking to a bunch of young-looking Brazilian gays. It looked like everyone was getting friendly with each other. Diego sees me and smiles. He approaches me and takes me by the hand. “This is my husband,” he says to the group of Brazilians, and then kisses me. The group looks in astonishment at me, like I had two heads. Tomas laughs. The group leaves. “What was that?” I ask. Tomas fills me in: “They wanted to hire us, 500 reals each, to go back to their place and fuck all of them.” That’s a lot of money,” I tell them both. “It doesn’t matter. It’s your last night,” Diego says, still hugging me. “But I am not your husband,” I tell him. “I had to get rid of them. I had to tell them something,” Diego finally says. It was almost 3 AM. We joined our friends and drank and danced. Alex was the first one to be drunk, as usual. Somehow we salvaged the night. I really didn’t know where Diego and I were headed, but at least I knew this was a start. Next, Sao Paulo.

Ok, I miss-remembered the killing, but still offensive. Kevin Hart told some jokes where the punchline is that he wouldn’t want a gay son. Nobody really gives a shit about what Kevin Hart thinks so it got ignored. Kevin Hart tweets daily for two years calling people fags and faggots. Just because you used to say it back then too doesn’t mean it was ok, just that you were ignorant at the time. Kevin Hart says multiple times seemingly not in comedy formula or for some reason devoid of any set up or punch lines that he would hit his son if he caught him playing with dolls. Really, not cool. Kevin Hart gets called on it, and in a RS interview in 2015 says he wouldn’t say those jokes anymore because “people get too offended these days” but THEN in the same article proceeds to say he would be a failure of a father if his son turned out gay. Keep in mind fathers have no ability to change their child’s sexuality once determined. Kevin’s statement only works if you think gay people are lesser anyway. Failed as a father? So gay children are inherently failures? Pretty shitty. For some reason people took the above 2015 as an apology? Despite him not apologizing. Around that time he also got dragged for his movie Get Hard which had some reaaally questionable jokes but hey it’s a dumb comedy so nobody really gives a shit. Kevin Hart gets hired to host the Oscars. People remember the shit he said and didn’t apologize for, so they bring it back and a whole new audience sees his tweets and so-called “jokes”. There is backlash and the Oscars give him a call and say hey we still want you to host but please apologize for those tweets, we have a big LGBT following and it’s not a good look. Kevin says he’ll “pass on the apology” because he “already addressed it” (not apology) and he says people should just focus on positivity and be happy for him. He didn’t express any positivity towards gay people up until that point so you can see why gay people may not want to send any positivity his way. Kevin “triumphantly” steps down from hosting and reddit says he’s a champion of free speech and that he should’ve kept the job (that he wasn’t fired from) because “fuck outrage culture”. Kevin then flips on his previous refusal and apologizes on twitter after stepping down

That's a bit outrageous. I haven't seen any evidence that Kevin Hart said or wrote that "he'd kill his son if Gay." At this point, you can't believe most of what you find on the internet. People in the bleachers say a lot of shit. Too many haters. Screenshots can be easily doctored. To my knowledge, these are actual quotes from Hart: “Yo if my son comes home & try’s 2 play with my daughters doll house I’m going 2 break it over his head & say n my voice ‘stop that’s gay.’” "One of my biggest fears is my son growing up and being gay. That's a fear. Keep in mind, I'm not homophobic….Be happy. Do what you want to do. But me, as a heterosexual male, if I can prevent my son from being gay, I will." Please note: no mention of killing anyone.

Let he who is without spelling errors cast the first letter!

Fragata was Quite busy on Saturday. It’s a party of some sort. Some new faces since my last visit in May. It’s always nice to have multiple choices :-) My type is slim boy next door, not bulging muscle. Ideally If the boy seems fond of education, but that’s hard to find. As luck strikes, there is one tonight! The boy is white but golden tanned, slim build, flat abs with defined packs, shiny big eyes which I later saw are blue, nice smiles and respectful demeanor. Great in bed as well. As we connect on Instagram later, his sharp looks in blue suits only makes me swoon even more:-) unfortunately he couldn’t go to Fragata on Sunday. We will meet again in a week after I return from Rio. Perhaps since they had a party the day before, Sunday is rather deserted comparatively. Anyways, if you like boy next door type and stop over São Paulo on a Tuesday, most likely you will find someone you like. And their performance in the room is usually much better than Lagoa boys. Ongoing price has been 100 since I first visited this place 6 years ago. The boys I like say they usually always go on Tuesday and Friday. I also find those days with best options. Low days, sadly, can be a bit depressing. Some prefer cabbage, others carrots. For the type of boys I like and the easygoing vibe, Fragata is my #1 sauna in Brazil.

The sauna is Sauna Opinião. Here is the post from PopeFrancis about Curitiba:

Then that directly contradicts what Oz has asserted, and the private clubs are then absolutely part of the problem. IF true, then dismissing this information out of hand and instead promoting the use of such clubs in the wake of what happened is very wrong and only exacerbates the issue - and the probability of a very ugly recurrence. Have to agree with Rock on this one. A private club on the internet is only as "private" as each and every one of its (anonymous) members make it.

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.

Good points! I think there's an art to accepting an apology too. Even a one-shot less-than- prostate prostrate apology is a step in the right direction and I'd rather err on the side of accepting it than rejecting it. I think that makes it more likely that other positive steps will be taken down the road, and maybe others will follow the example. And there's nothing wrong with gay folks being perceived as forgiving instead of forever furious. RockHard says it perfectly that both the Oscars and Hart missed a chance to clean up a pile and plant some flowers. Just as long as they're not pansies.

I recall Hart apologizing about these several years ago. He must not have a proper PR person because after the apology was over then these should have all been deleted. I think he just fails to get that once you've shown a racist/sexist/homophobic/whatever side in a big way, you don't get to just make one apology and call it over. You will have to do it repeatedly because it will keep being a thing for people who don't actually pay that much attention to you. I can believe he changed. But doesn't mean he gets to pretend it never happened and that he doesn't have to keep addressing it.