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I think you are bringing way too much of you into this. I often don't plan ahead, and may have narrow windows to meet. I'll reach out to see if someone is available, and if they are, great. If not, oh well. I don't consider whether it's an inconvenience for them, because that isn't my problem. I don't know what their situation is, nor do I expect to get a lecture from them on how inconvenient that is. What I expect them to do is to tell me yes, or no. Sometimes they just don't get back to me. I take that, naturally as a no. I also don't contact them again. If these kind of appointments upset you this much, then just say no, can't without more warning. Tell them you can't do incalls on short notice. They made an offer. Accept it, reject it, counter it, or just ignore them. Whatever you want. But, do you. Stop reading other people's limitations as personal disrespect. That is a great way to drive yourself crazy. This post is an example of that. Honestly, if I got this kind of feedback from an escort I tried to book on short notice, rather than just a 'no', I'd cross them off the list. Too much drama.

Defense Secretary Jim Mattis has resigned in light of Trump's decision to give Putin a Christmas present and withdraw US troops from Syria. Mattis told Trump in his letter of resignation: " “My views on treating allies with respect and also being clear-eyed about both malign actors and strategic competitors are strongly held and informed by over four decades of immersion in these issues,” Mattis wrote. “We must do everything possible to advance an international order that is most conducive to our security, prosperity and values, and we are strengthened in this effort by the solidarity of our alliances.” Lying, as is his wont, Trump said Mattis was retiring, rather than resigning. The resignation isn't effective until February 28th, 2019. By then, Trump will likely have lost several other key members of his administration who choose to follow Mattis' lead and get out before the house collapses on top of them.

I very much enjoy your reports @numazu1 but I thought this was a particularly telling observation on your part. To locals (working guys and others), European and North American visitors must seem very strange: spending thousands of $ on flights and vacation costs yet haggling over a few $ when it comes to personal services. When I travel in less developed countries, I try to act with restraint while being generous in inviting guys to dinner or to accompany me on trips. But it is difficult: what we see as moderate expenditure, they may view as a fortune.

You are given a key with a number when you check in. They sometimes ask for your name to go with your check in. Whenever you order anything at the sauna, you show them your key number and will put your order in the tab. When you get a room for sex, they put your room cost in your tab. When you check out, they’ll give you a list, in a printed paper or they show you on the computer screen, all your charges. If you’re ok with all of them, you can pay cash or credit card. It’s not advisable to take your wallet with you in the sauna. Keep your wallet in the locker. You don’t even need to have cash with you in the sauna. You can keep it all in the locker. When you are done with your programa with a boy, the boy will wait for you closeby while you go back to the lockers and get cash to pay the boy. Usually the boys are not allowed in the customer locker area. You can have some money with you if you plan on tipping people, waitstaff, or strippers during shows.

Bratislava, Slovakia, the headquarters of Bel Ami and home to many of it's stars, is practically an exurb of Vienna. If you sign onto Flirt4Free and go to it's BelAmi channel rooms, the guys there are in Bratislava chatting and would be good hook-ups or connections. I would search Hunqz for Bratislava as well as for Brno and Olomouc Czech. Also, many of the guys listed in "Prague" are in Brno and Olomouc and even Ostrava and are used to commuting a couple hundred miles for a date. "Bel Ami Land" is basically Bratislava and southern Czech across the border from Vienna.

Following my Moroccan trip report, I want to recommend a very nice guide in Marrakech. I rented an Airbnb in the new town, Gueliz, so I didn't have the hotel concierge for my questions and recommendations in the city. I met Karim on the usual yellow app and he turned out to be an educated cultured beautiful young man. He helped me with basically everything in Marrakech and his recommendations were all excellent. You can relay on him for having all kinds of fun, with him or through him if you know what I mean, lol, and the rate is very reasonable. He allowed me to post his mobile here without being too explicit. So if you need any help, before or during your trip in Marrakech, catch him on WhatsApp: +212660005624.

santiagodc it would be great to hear from you how your trip went

This is the main reason for the higher prices -

Mattis was the only sane member of psycho Trump's cabinet - not a good sign for things to some

Regardless of weather, the saunas dont tend to be packed during New Years Eve because the guys spend it with their friends or families or like most people, around the beaches... Raining in Rio is like anywhere else tropical, especially during this time of year...It may rain a little and then the sun comes back out...or it stops Rain only stops parties in Rio when it is cold/winter The saunas will be packed before and after New Years eve...I plan to get there early Monday so I can have some time before I head to the airport...

Is he Scottish? One of the few "skirts" men might wear. No, I never tried cross dressing. I probably did try my mother's heels when I was maybe 5. Best regards, RA1

Have you considered a career in the Fast Food industry?

Day 9: Bait and Switch Diego and I talked a lot after the club. It was 5 AM by the time we got back to the apartment. We had to drag Alex’s almost lifeless body from the club to the apartment. We had to take a taxi to drive the short route from Copa to Ipanema because Alex was simply too drunk to function. Diego and I were both sober though. We talked about a lot of things, mainly boundaries and expectations. Maybe I was treating Diego like a commodity. Maybe I should start treating him like a friend, like Alex and Leo are friends. So much unexpected drama on what supposedly was a calm vacation. But it obviously comes with the territory. These guys are not machines. They hurt too. I get that. I guess I shouldn’t spend money like a drunken sailor on leave, especially in front of people forgoing their wages to stay with me on my holiday. Diego and I got a little sleep. The alarm went off at 12 noon. Time to tidy up the apartment to check-out at 1 PM. I woke Leo up (he was spooning with his trick on the sofa bed). Alex was on the floor, passed out, like so many nights before. Diego, Leo and I managed to get rid of all the food from the fridge, all the empty beer cans and alcohol bottles, empty Viagra boxes, and cigarette ash on the floor. A disadvantage of getting an AirBNB. Cleaning up at the end of the stay, so as not to get a negative rating from the owner. Diego insisted that he take me to the airport. Which was a problem because I was meeting my next boy, Thiago, at the airport. He was in Rio to work at the saunas and coming with me to SP today. You know the thing I said about the boys not being commodities? So I needed to finesse this with Thiago. I sent him a text, telling him that Diego was going to be with me at the airport. I told him to not wait for me to check-in for the flight, and just meet me at the gate. And if he sees me with Diego, pretend to not know me. I got a rolling eyes emoji and a broken heart emoji, but quickly followed by a “Brincando” and some “kkkkk.” He understood the deal. I bid Leo a hearty farewell. “I will see you in a month, yes?” he confirms with me. I tell him yes, I’ll be back for more shenanigans. Diego and Leo pick Alex off the floor and we all maneuver our luggage out of the condo and into the street. Leo calls an Uber for him and Alex (and Leo’s trick) to go to a friend’s house to stay. I call an Uber for Diego and I to head to Santos Dumont. At the airport, I try to self check-in using the machines but had to go to the Avianca counter to get my boarding pass. We do a quick café and some pastels (empanadas) in the airport before saying goodbye. At the security checkpoint, Diego bids me farewell. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. So much for not liking PDA. He promises me that he will see me again. He tells me to send him a photo of me in the plane, and to text him when I land “na California.” I didn’t tell him where I was going. I just nodded and promised to do so. At the gate I see Thiago, first smiling, and then shaking his head. “Where’s your boyfriend?” he asks, mockingly. “He’s right there,” I pointed to him. “Mentira!” he says, and hugs me to say hello. Since BH last month, Thiago and I have been messaging back and forth, getting to know each another. He’s doing well in his studies and was still hustling on the side to supplement his income. Since I saw him last month, he has ventured out to Sao Paulo and Rio saunas in the weekends, to get more cash, with some success. He happened to be in Rio the same time I was, and was keen on spending time together in Sao Paulo. We get to Sao Paulo in a hurry. We Uber it to the Intercontinental Hotel in the Paulista area. Thiago was a certain kind of Garoto de Programa that was slightly different from Diego. Thiago was young (21), handsome (his face was young and innocent), and has a muscular, but not overly worked out body (more natural, athletic, good set of abs), and a good sized dick and a large succulent ass. Not much different than other GPs. But he was a University student, working on a science degree, and was only working as a GP to supplement the allowance and tuition his parents gave him. He no doubt has many prospects in life. Unlike Diego who I fear after the good looks fade would have to find another, way less lucrative job. And Thiago’s education showed in his mannerisms and conversation. He was very mature for his age and was very responsible. He speaks some English (very broken), but he only spoke to me in Portuguese , in normal speed, and for some reason I could understand him very clearly. And he helps me with my Portuguese as well, correcting me when I am wrong, helping with my vocabulary, finishing my sentences when I struggle. It was a delight to speak to him, in a language that I still struggle with. With Diego I get frustrated at times for my lack of Portuguese fluency, but not with Thiago. All this was enough to make Thiago a pretty good guy and companion. But he was also pretty charismatic. In line at the airport to embark, he gave me long hugs to pass the time. He holds my hand in the seat. He kisses in the Uber. The real value is behind closed doors as well. When we got to the hotel room, it was almost 4 PM. About the time he has to go to the sauna. But instead he disrobes into his undies and makes out with me. I tell him that he has to go the sauna to make money. He ignores me and continues. Soon he was hard as a rock (and I got reminded of how thick his dick is). He manages to get an orgasm out of me. He doesn’t cum himself. Possibly saving it for customers. I was ok with that. We then shower and get ready to go to sauna Lagoa. He was hungry so we grab a quick bite at McDonalds, which was just a block away. Then we duck into a pharmacy to get reinforcements for Thiago: He says he definitely needed the Viagra because customers almost always demanded him to be the top. We Uber it to Lagoa. He enters through the boy door while I go through the main door. I get my key, slippers and towels. I changed into slippers and enter. I see Thiago pass me by and he tells me to wait while he changes into his work attire. 5 minutes later I see Thiago in a towel with a bulge already in the front, outlined on the towel. “This Viagra works really fast,” he says, laughing. I say it is good advertising. We sit down and order drinks (me a coffee, him a red bull and vodka). We chat for a while before Thiago says he will make the rounds now, and bids me good luck. I fully intended to wait for Thiago in the sauna, so of course the only thing I can do to pass the time is go into programas with boys. It was a Saturday night, and the place was packed with customers and boys, so the vibe was great. I always preferred the music at Lagoa than the other saunas, and they had music videos usually playing in the stage seating area. I am talking about stuff that shouldn’t matter (what matters is the boys, obvi), but since I will be hanging out here for a while waiting on Thiago, I might as well like the place. There was a cluster of boys standing by the entranceway next to the bar. I noticed one guy who I always thought was handsome whenever I see him, but for some reason, I never really approached for a progama. I usually don’t approach any guy for a programa, come to think of it. I either have someone else do the approaching, or the guy approaches me. But tonight it did seem that I had my big girl panties on, so I headed over to the boy cluster and sided up to Mr. Humpy. “Pedro,” he answers, with a big and strong handshake and then a chaste hug. He was 20, looks a little bit older but very handsome. Very tan skin but caucasian features. Insane perfect musculature. Tall. Fairly statuesque. Standard questions: name, was it my first time here and Brazil, where was I from. “EUA,” I answer, and Pedro immediately lights up. He said he was just in Miami 2 weeks ago; a customer enlisted his services for a few weeks. It was his first time in the USA ever. He said he liked it and said he wanted to go again. I tell him I was from California and he would be welcome to stay if he chose to come. “Vamos,” he says. He was very animated and excited. After a few more flirtatious banter I broach the subject of the programa. He did everything except bottom. Kisses passionately. Totally chill. Can cum. He asks for 200, I counter with 150, since Diego taught me well, and Pedro, without hesitation, says yes. In the room he didn’t hesitate as well. Kisses like a maniac. Sucks like one too. Cock not as big as one would hope, but perfect for me, because he fucked me. I came while he was still fucking. He comes in my mouth. After coitus we talk some more. He showed me photos of his time in Miami. He was not in a hurry. Not sure if I was charged the extra time I took in the room, but it was worth it. He was worthy of a repeat. After the programa I sit again at the seating area. After a while Thiago appears and joins me. He confirms that he was just at a programa. I ask who it was. He says he never tells on his clients. He keeps it professional. Smart boy. Soon the show starts and four very humpy strippers danced for us. Some drag queen numbers too. Pretty standard stuff. The strippers soon disrobe and had hard ons. Pretty impressive. Thiago disappears again. Another programa. He was doing fine. I quickly snap up another boy. Blonde highlights, mid to late 20’s. Nice worked out body, natural and not steroided. I asked him if he bottomed, he said he didn’t. After a pause, he followed it up with “I will try with you.” He wants to land my business. And he did. Like Pedro, this one was not in a hurry. Didn’t mind a lot of kissing for a while. When it was time to bottom, he sat on me. And it looked like he was in a lot of pain, but continued to ride me. I told him we could stop but he continued. I finally told him to relax. He got off me and I get rid of the condom. We kiss for a while again. He was able to cum. 150 reals. So now I had two fairly long programas. I was exhausted. I get back to the stage area and the show was over, and Thiago was nowhere to be found. I order a beer. If Thiago wasn’t here after I finish the beer, I’ll go home. Sure enough Thiago appears, with another boy and a customer. They head to the counter, and after 5 minutes Thiago emerges. “I’m ready. I’ll just put clothes on.” After 5 minutes I was settling my bill. We get an Uber back to Paulista. Thiago told me he was exhausted and hungry. I told him I was too. It was almost 11 PM so our food choices were limited. On Google Maps I find a pizza place called Pizzaria Veridiana in Jardins, about a 10 minute walk from the hotel, that was open till 1 AM. At the hotel room we dressed in pants, coz it was kind of cool. As we walk to the restaurant Thiago was laughing. He said he got three programas in the sauna tonight, so it was a good night for him. But he said the last one was weird. A customer wanted a threesome with another boy. The boy bottomed for everyone. He said it was weird because he found the boy very hot but the customer not. He wanted to pretend the customer wasn’t there but couldn’t, obviously. He got the boy’s Whatsapp and said they might meet up in the future. Dinner was nice. Great conversation as usual. We ordered a large pizza but Thiago only ate two slices, as to not get fat. I wish I had that kind of discipline. Back at the room, he said he was finally ready to cum with me. He was saving it all for customers, but now he was done, he was free to give it away. And he did. It was worth the wait. Next, more Thiago.

Lucky's post brought a rush of great memories of my first visit to Bangkok and Phuket in 1993. I was like a little boy in a candy shop. The boys came up to you on the street. Most were kind, polite and gave sensational service. My memory was the going price was 300 baht. My last trip was five years ago and I still had a great time curtailed only by the creep of old age.

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.

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.

You know this is what Jimmy was thinking!

Oh my! You football fans are so butch! I like the smooth swimmers and divers SO much more!

I just spent a fun weekend in Pattaya and had a blast. Nice Boys in Sunnee Plaza was great and BoyzBoyzBoyz was also fun. I had over 30 messages to my Jack'd account the first day telling me how "sexy I am" or in other words "hire me." I stayed at the Intercontinental Hotel and was VERY happy with the service. No matter what you hear, there is STILL a lot of fun to be had in Thailand if you like sexy guys!

Last week I went to the gay area in Bangkok with a friend. We had dinner and went to one GoGo bar. All the boys in this area are over 18 and police would cause major issues for anything under 18. I sat down and was chatting with my friend when this cute Cambodian lad came by and said hi. I was strucken by his sexy smile and beautiful smile. I had him sit and have a drink. The drinks cost 350 baht (about 10 bucks). He said he was gay and versatile and would do anything I wanted. I offed him (paid his fee to the bar to take back home, 400 baht I think). He was wonderful in bed, a compassionate kisser, great orally, and overall a great fuck. His English skills were excellent. I know this as he tried to tell me he needed rent money which I always ignore and change the subject as I pay the going rate plus tip. The going rate is 2000 baht (about 70 dollars) and I tipped him a bit more for good sex and gave him taxi money. Anyway, I thought I would share the photo with you as I found his ass yummy! 19 years old versatile oral passionate