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Day 7: Keys to the Castle After a nice sushi dinner @Latbear4blk, David and I were in good spirits. I used Uber to input @Latbear4blk’s hotel first, and then our apartment’s endereco, so that we are in one Uber going hmome. On the way I search my pockets for the apartment keys, and they weren’t there. I immediately tell David and ask if he had the keys. He searches his pockets and tells me he didn’t have it. David tells me to change the Uber address to the sauna’s to see if they were still open to see if we left it there. As we drove back to the sauna I was praying that the sauna would still be open at this hour. After all, I’ve stayed in Clube 117 till 11 PM once. We get to the location and see that the doorman wasn’t there outside the door. David got out of the car and knocked on the door. Nothing. Holy crap. I changed the address back to Barra. I messaged the owner of the apartment to see if she had spare keys. Luckily she responded right away. She recommended getting in touch with the part-time porter for the building. She forwarded me his number and I had David call him to get the keys. After a few attempts, David says the porter was not answering the Whatsapp call. He tried calling his phone the regular way, and still no dice. We left him some Whatsapp messages, and just hoped he would respond. I was pretty worried about it, and @Latbear4blk was worried about it too. He said that when we get to his hotel we could ask his hotel if there are any vacancies tonight in case we could not get into the apartment tonight. That was definitely an option, but I am hoping we could still get into our apartment tonight. My condoms and lube are there! (lol) We dropped @Latbear4blk off at his hotel, and told him we would keep him updated of how we get by tonight. We make our way to the Farol da Barra area and get dropped off. We tried to call the porter again with no luck. And by how closed off everything was, this apartment building does not have a 24-hour porter. I’m used to how they do it in Rio, specifically Copa, where there is always someone there to receive you. David has been doing his best to communicate with the owner of the apartment. Apparently she is out of town and cannot get us her copy of the keys. She suggested getting a locksmith to help with unlocking the door to the apartment. We did a Google search on “chaveiro” tried a few locations close to Farol da Barra, and lucked out on one that was willing to be here in 20 minutes. While we waited I just realized that we both were out in the street, past midnight, in very dangerous Salvador (very high probability of armed robberies, attacked, assaults etc, says google), from what I read here and in columns online. I was impressed with David though. At 21, he is very mature and tried to ease my anxiety, especially with my cellphone battery energy getting lower and lower every minute. He also made friends with two of the guys who were paid to watch cars on the street we were on. Both guys looked sketchy, and shirtless, but I have to admit, looked hot, and were kind enough to keep both of us company while we waited for the locksmith. After their initial reticence towards a gringo like myself, they were actually chatter boxes and asked me a ton of questions about the USA and my stay here. It’s not wrong to be extra cautious when in Brazil, but sometimes my over-cautiousness gets in the way of some fun. Pretty soon the locksmith came. It took him a few tries, but eventually got the door unlocked: The locksmith charged 120 reals. That was super cheap considering the alternative. We messaged the owner telling her we are in. It was 1:30 AM. After a shower, some quick release, and some restorative sleep (David sure us a champion sleep companion), we wake up at 12:30 PM the next day. David calls the porter, who was now in the building, to get the extra set of keys. We still needed to rescue the keys we left in the sauna though, so I guess we have to go the sauna again, UGH. Just kidding, I wouldn’t mind going back for another shot at what Salvador has to offer, especially with the positive experience I had last night with Ronnie. After a shower, some hanky panky, another shower, breakfast, a trip to the gym, and another shower, we were ready for the sauna. Around 7:30 PM we call an Uber and get to the sauna with minimal traffic on a holiday Thursday. The guy at the counter sees us come in and immediately knew what we were going to ask him as he hands us the keys to the apartment. We give the guy a brief summary of our ordeal last night. He gave David his Whatsapp number just in case it happened again, which I am guaranteeing it won’t, but it was good to have his number anyway. Entering the premises, we found the sauna a little bit deserted. There were some boys for sure, but not as many as yesterday, and the selection was even more limited than yesterday’s, and I thought it was pretty sparse even then. “Do you want to go?” David asks, seeing my dismay. “No it’s OK. We can have a few beers here and see what happens.” It was kind of nice just hanging out with David this way, away from the apartment, but still able to be close and affectionate with one another. The reverie was disturbed by Ronnie, the beautiful black boy from yesterday, who was just arriving. He immediately saw us and rushed to our table. “I knew I made the right decision to come to the sauna today,” he told us. Well it wasn’t a sure deal that I was gonna do a repeat with him, but I liked his company and wouldn’t mind at least being close to him on a slow night like this. I bought him a beer, and him and David had some lively conversations. After a while, it was clear that there weren’t going to be any more boys that will strike my fancy tonight. It was disappointing, but I guess present company will have to do for now. I decided to try Ronnie again since he has been a good sport all this time keeping us company. I let David know I will be doing this. He asked if he could get a massage from the guy upstairs while I was in the programa, since he over-exerted himself at the gym earlier and his swole muscles needed attending to. I told him it was a good idea since it was boring to just hang out at the bar. All three of us go back upstairs, with Ronnie heading over to the counter to get my favorite suite, and David and I head over to the massage room. David was quoted 80 reals for 30 minutes, which seemed sufficient. David disappears into the room and Ronnie appears with the key. What happened next as satisfying as yesterday, but because there was more familiarity between us, he was more sure of what to do with me, which made the proceedings even better. Lots of passionate kissing. I got rimmed and he got rimmed. Foreplay, him getting fucked every which way. I managed to cum twice, just because of his over eagerness today. I was exhausted by the end, but it was the kind of physical exhaustion that led to more energy elsewhere: my attitude, my mood, my motivation. It was the kind of sex that reminds you that sex is more than just a physical act. I was grinning from ear to ear after my time with Ronnie. The 140 reals I gave him after apparently had the same effect on him. I washed Ronnie off of me enough so that David won’t smell him on me. We both emerge out of the room and see David sitting in the TV room next to the suite, wearing nothing but a towel, his smooth skin and muscles reflecting the flickering lights from the TV. He sees me and frowns again, just like yesterday. “ That took a long time again,” he joked. “I want to marry Ronnie,” I joke back. He pulls me down to sit with him and kisses me before putting his head on my shoulder. “Let’s go,” he says. As we make our way to the counter I see Ronnie at the other end of the hall, chatting up another customer. I thought about taking Ronnie with us to the apartment, but he had more money to earn tonight, and my actual boy needed tending. I gave the massage guy his 80 reals. He tells me that he needs to work on me next. I told him I’ll think about it. On the ride home David told me that that it was a very odd massage that he got from the guy in the sauna. He said it was too strong, even with him telling the guy to take it easy. Quite indelicately he told me that maybe the guy was not used to massaging, in his words, “young flesh,” and he thought the guy over compensated with his massage on his muscular body. I laughed at his theory. I guess it was a no for me to get the massage. While my flesh is less young than David, I am not fond of strong massages. At 10 PM the night was still young. Salvador sure is pleasant on summer nights. We walked the waterfront from Farol da Barra to the lighthouse, talking about his plans for the future. I’ve met a lot of GPs and have gotten to know their own motivations in life. David sure does have a good head set on his fairly ample broad shoulders. He is more mature than other, older, GPs I’ve met. Doesn’t drink too much, doesn’t do drugs or smoke anything. He saves as much as he can, even showing me the balance of his bank account. The kid has a goal, and prostitution was a way towards this. Travel Tip: One of the big advantages of getting a hotel over an AirBNB is that if you lose your room key, you can get it back from the hotel counter easily. If you do lose the keys to your AirBNB apartment, locksmiths can help to get access to your room for surprisingly minimal fuss, although Portuguese is essential. Google the word “chaveiro” to search for locksmiths. Boytoy Tip: Holiday time seems to be a fairly slow time for Salvador saunas. At least on a Thursday night 2 days after Christmas. Next: Finally, after 3 days of being here, we go to the beach!

As we continue...The three of us proceed to shower...Hot Twink refuse at first, but Baby Twink and I encourage him to join us in the shower so it will be more fun, he he. Under the hot shower, I was able to hold their m*nh**d and compare their size, ha ha. While the two of them holds my *ss and even my h*l*...I think they're both obsessing to enter me from b*h*nd, lol. The two of them even pretends that they're f*ck*ng me violently, which I said "Please no, I'm still a virgin", but they p*mp*d even harder as I said that. I really like this boys. I soaped Hot Twink feeling every inch of his body as well as his pr*v*t* p*rt. Baby Twink then soaped me which really tickles me and makes mine harder, lol. Hot Twink at all time is fully *r*ct while Baby Twink is half *r*ct, I love touching theirs, haa haa. When we're about to finish, I pressed Baby Twink against the wall and pretended f*ck*ng him, its my turn. I said "You like it, huh?" while p*mp*ng him on his back. He nods and I like the expression on his face. Meanwhile, I felt Hot Twink from my behind pretending also to p*n*tr*t* me. Wow, this is what it felt when you are sandwiched by two boys, so exciting!!! Then, I slapped Baby Twink's butt, yum3x. After a while, they dried theirselves with the towel as they go to the bed. I was left in the shower while I heard they're adjusting the lights of the room to make it more romantic. Afterwards, I dried myself with the towel and gargle with mouthwash. I asked the boys to use the mouthwash and Baby Twink immediately get the mouthwash to gargle while Hot Twink refused and immediately jumped to the bed. After that, Baby Twink and I moved the other bed closer to make one queen size bed. Then we both jumped to the bed joining Hot Twink. TO BE CONTINUED

I prefer facts. I'm glad I have a ton of patience. This story is taking a bad turn, even though Smollet's lawyer has come out swinging. The story gets weirder by the minute, and every news corner seems to be covering it. I certainly wouldn't want the Chicago police investigating my life. I've had a ton of sex in Chicago. The gays there are serious about sexual pleasure.

I was at Paco’s all afternoon. Francisco indeed has blue eyes as I called it out to him. He doesn’t know where he inherited it from since both of his parents didn’t have it. Francisco is definitely a pimp and not just a tour guide. He showed me his ‘talents’ but they’re too rough and old for my taste. All have big dicks though. He still organizes the prison tours but I used my goopd judgement and didn’t avail. All in all, he’s a very friendly guy. I saw the guy who teased you from the telephone booth, @BlkSuperman. Looks like he really has a big dick. But since he has no ID, my place didn’t let him in. I didn’t feel bad because it is for everyone’s safety. He also looks young and I wouldn’t be comfortable if I won’t have guarantee that I’m not corrupting a minor. Manuel was my only guest today. I won’t expound anymore. Everything good has been said about him already and they are all true. He was hard all throughout and he fucked me like he’s proving a point on what Dominicans can do. I met a couple of guys here who are into the same thing. We kinda formed a support group We might check out Juan Binbin tomorrow.

I take that post back, lock stock and barrel. I was wrong. I apologize, without reservation or attempted excuse.

Three excellent posts all in a row...

Let's continue...the next day, I planned 2 go 2 Fake Club and checked its location. Oh no...that's all I said when I found out its far from Red Planet, and I may not even use the train going back to my hotel since it will already be closed if I stayed to watch their late night show, riding on a taxi is not an option for me since I'm really saving for the massage that afternoon and go go bars that night, he he...so I decided to just go to Senso for a massage late afternoon. I don't know about massage / spa places, but they seems to be a treasure hunt for me, ha ha, like Babylon and Prince before, I really find it hard to locate Senso, I followed the map and I know its easy to find but I'm still lost on finding it, I may not be really good in directions, haa haa. When I got tired, I just returned to Red Planet to rest. But I believe its a blessing in disguise though. Early evening, I'm on my way to Dream Boys for Mr. Perfect Guy and I carry my gifts for him. Upon arrival, going up, I asked a mamasan (or staff?) there if Mr. Perfect Guy is already there. Unfortunately, he informed me that he was with a customer for days now and he checks in the locker room, I think, for his schedule to return and it will still be next week. Oh, that confirms it when I saw him with a young man going to Holiday Inn Express. I just find it odd that he was not romantic with the young man, unlike with me, he always puts his arms around my neck or we hold hands while walking and even kisses me when we got a chance, maybe bcoz its still afternoon when I saw them? Lol... I asked the the mamasan if he can just give my gifts to him since tomorrow is my flight and I could no longer see him. He asked me to write a (love) note for him, which I did, and attached it to my gifts placed in a paper bag. I said thank you and hurriedly go down. I think there is a reason why this happened and I will soon find out. From Soi Twilight, I walked to Moonlight with plans already in mind. I was so excited for this!!! At the entrance, I asked for the long-haired mamasan who btw arranged me to table Nicky on my last trip. It makes me wonder why I was always associated with long-haired mamasans, just like in Jupiter and now in Moonlight, he he. He greeted me when he saw me and I immediately show him the pics of the boy I want and asked if he's available. He asked me to seat in a chair near the entrance and said to me he's available and told his name. Wow, I was so excited!!! Let's call him Baby Twink...why I call him baby? Bcoz that's my term of endearment to him, haa haa, and also bcoz I really, really find him cute!!! I asked if I off another boy will there be a discount? He laughed and he said its same, same which I know the answer, ha ha. I asked the mamasan if he can recommend a boy since I have a full trust on him and he shows me a photo of this very hot boy in bday suit (with full h*rd-*n) on his smartphone (which he also shows me before on my last trip though I'm so focused on Nicky at that time) and said his name. I said okay and let's call him Hot Twink. I paid the off fees and he ask me to wait while he calls the boys inside. I can't wait!!! Then after a while, I saw Baby Twink going out the entrance which made my heart skips faster followed by Hot Twink and the long-haired mamasan pointed me to them with a smile. I introduced myself to Baby Twink and reach my hand for a handshake. His hand was so cold. Is he nervous or is it just too cold in Moonlight? Ha ha...he also introduced himself to me, he was really, really cuter up close, I hope I'm not blushing at that time, haa haa. I also introduced myself to Hot Twink and he just smile when we handshake. Then I handed a tip to the long-haired mamasan which made him grateful and he hug me as thank you, then said take care like a mother asking me to take care his children. Of course I'll handle them with care and we're all gonna have a good time!!! Then I put my arms to Baby Twink and Hot Twink while saying "Are you boys ready for me?". Baby Twink immediately answered "Yes" with a smile, oh he's really, really cute and Hot Twink just smile again. On our way to Red Planet, Baby Twink and I really had a lot to talk about, he was really interested to know me better and likewise the same with him. I noticed he perspires a lot, I can see on his head, he said its really hot. Mmmmm, can't wait to smell him in my room, lol. We've talked a lot and there is already a connection (though I'm more excited with the connection later, haa haa) with us. I really, really love having a conversation with Baby Twink...while Hot Twink is so quiet, I asked if he's shy with me, he just said he is not that good in English, oh that's why. @ last we arrived in Red Planet, go up the elevator and enter my room. My excitement is intense now!!! I asked if they needed anything. Baby Twink immediately asked for a bottled water which I gave to him from the personal ref while Hot Twink just shake his head. I asked innocently "What exactly are we going to do boys?" and Baby Twink was very quick to reply "Anything you want". Wow, that's music to the ear. Baby Twink then suddenly said if we can already shower and Hot Twink already starts to remove his shirt. I said "Not yet boys, we're gonna have a romance first" and I told Hot Twink to put back his shirt while I hold the hand of Baby Twink. Tbh, I booked a room with twin bed bcoz I really intended a threesome for this trip. I guided Baby Twink to one of the bed and Hot Twink to the other bed. Afterwards, I said "Let's start with a kiss and I'll begin with <name of Baby Twink> since he is my personal choice". I moved to the bed of Baby Twink and started kissing him on the upper then lower lips. Wow, he got a soft, kissable lips. Omg, he surely knows how to respond to a kiss, and he knows how to use his tongue, I've never been kissed this passionately in my entire trips. Wow, this is one of the most memorable kiss I ever had. We both really gasping for breath. Then, I moved to the bed of Hot Twink and said "Okay let's try your kiss"...then started kissing his soft lips...he is also a good kisser but I think Baby Twink's kiss is more erotic. I laughed when Hot Twink was already fully *r*ct when I touched his bulge. Baby Twink also laughed and said something in Thai, which made Hot Twink laugh. He is horny all right! I jumped back to Baby Twink and kiss him again on the lips, and he even opened his mouth so I can reach his tongue. This is so intense and we're just starting!!! I saw Hot Twink moving to our bed but I said to him "No, go back to your bed" and he smiled. Then, I begin kissing the neck of Baby Twink which he also does to me, then to his ears, and also cheeks while my hands are roaming all over his body. He smells sooo good, and he does not even shower yet!!! He touched the bulge of my pants and I smiled to him. I also touched the bulge on his pants while kissing him again. Then, I removed his shirt and licked his nipples. He breathes harder. Then I kissed his chest hairs and said to him "I love this, it makes you sexy". He smiled and then kiss him again on the lips. Then, I removed his pants and sniff his undies, mmmmm, smells really good. I gently bite his bulge and started kissing and licking it. Then I run my hands on his legs and thighs while kissing and licking it at the same time. Afterwards, I got up, he removed my shirt and my pants and then gently lay me on the bed. He licked and played my nipples which sends shiver to me. I moaned and groaned at the same time. I saw Hot Twink jokingly covering his eyes with his hands, he he. Then he kissed again my lips-to-lips, tongue-to-tongue, then my neck, if only I can have a kiss mark. He is very romantic! Then I jumped back to Hot Twink now on his back and said "You miss me?". I saw Baby Twink about to follow me on the bed but I said "Not yet, go back to your bed" to which he smiles. I kissed the back of the neck of Hot Twink then removed his shirt and then kissed his shoulders. I saw Baby Twink jokingly covering his self with the bed sheets but peeking, ha ha. I run my tongue on his back, slowly licking it and then removed his pants. I gently slap his butt while still wearing his undies. I sniffed his undies and gently licked and kissed his *sscheeks and b*ttcrack. Time to move to Baby Twink again and I was about to pull down his undies when he said if we can shower first. I said okay and pulled down his undies. Wow! I love his m*nh**d. Baby Twink also removed my undies and I can't hide my hardness, lol. I also pulled down Hot Twink's undies and slap his butt. Then we proceed to the shower. TO BE CONTINUED

must you rub it in?

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Well, I don't think you were wrong. I read your statement as saying why judge him until we know more facts. I always agree with this approach. Innocent until proven guilty. I am not at the guilty stage yet. And, I hope it does not go there. But, it might. I'd be quite disappointed. But, I was disappointed in Bill Cosby and believed him up until a certain point.

Hi hello Vinapu!!! There's always a next time for Senso, maybe on my next trips, its just that maybe I'm so tired at that time and the weather is so hot that I did not notice it or could not locate it. The good thing is that I was able to save my budget for Moonlight's 3some, haa haa. The encounter with Moonlight boys is surely hot3x and the report is not yet on the actual s*x, its still on the foreplay, lol. So its just an appetizer, and the main course and dessert is c*mm*ng, I mean coming up!!! Ha ha Nope, the long-haired mamasan arranged it for me since I really want two boys this time. Of course Baby Twink is my personal choice and the mamasan suggested Hot Twink, maybe they're friends since they're seems to be close to each other, idk, they even tell horny jokes, I think, in Thai which I don't understand, they seem to be comfortable in the 3some but its their 1st time, for both of them when I asked them. Baby Twink even mentioned to me he's gonna be shy but he's totally okay with it. So we are all virgins to 3some at that time, he he. Tnk u Vinapu!!!

Senso is easy to miss when walking by because pavement is very narrow on Sala Daeng in that stretch but is not hidden and now they have new bright yellow sign if I recall. Anyways, your loss in my opinion. At least it looks you managed to reward yourself big time with those Moonlight boys, hot encounter for sure. Did you arrange with both boys that they will go together or just tried your luck? Often boys from the same bar are reluctant to go together it's why I ask

I've been to Santo Domingo well over 100 times over thirty years. I wear jeans, a polo shirt and a watch I secured by typing into Amazon "cheap plastic watch"

They didn't give great detail in the CNN report I just read. But, if he made it up, very disappointed for him and our community. For fuck's sake.

It is extremely foolish to walk around Santo Domingo wearing a $4,000 watch. It’s even more foolish wearing one and thinking you “do not look like a tourist”.

AEC is a nice little massage shop that has just opened up on Suan Phlu. If you are walking from Sathorn it's in an a small alley on the right side opposite and just past the intersection with Soi 6. The google map location is accurate. Map Website Line ID 6395rich I took the guy they offered but there are about 4-6 guys who work there. All are probably mid-20s. All pretty good looking above-average, different types. I am sure you can pick from the guys available or by picture if you book ahead. I was happy to take the guy offered. I counted about 3-4 fairly good sized massage rooms. shared bathroom/shower at the end of the hall. massage room walls do not go to the ceiling. no stairs. massage rooms have oversized tables with face cutout. Shower alone before and after. Masseur was clothed (underwear) throughout. I think if I had asked he probably would have dropped his clothes, but I didn't care so why not let him be comfortable. He certainly did not mind some good-natured groping at appropriate times. Massage was absolutely fantastic. He asked hard or soft massage and I gave the passive aggressive "medium" answer, so the massage was a little on the soft side but very good very very sensual throughout. five stars on the massage. Happy ending was an expertly given hand job. A bit unusual he continued to massage me during and after the happy ending so the whole experience was just an organic flow from massage to more sensual to HE back to more massage. Nicely done. One hour aroma oil 500 baht. 90 minutes 800 baht. I don't think it's a brothel in the style of the nearby Prince. The prices reflect that. What you get is a bit of better massage than usual Prince and all the guys are very friendly. It's a very nice warm and welcoming shop. If a good old f***ing is what you're interested in, by all means reach out to the shop. I think I've seen them on Grindr, so if you want they'll probably be game. I didn't see a minimum tip listed. I had a 90 minute massage and tipped 1,500 and I think we were all happy. Definitely going back.

you a teasing us!

you sure you've never been there, lol

Hard to understand why people get testy on here when a question is asked. Wish you guys would stop fighting me and each other! It was just an innocent question about the best way to do this. I was also concerned about possible health risks doing this through a sauna. I haven't been to Brazil so I can't weigh in on the dispute between badboy and pylonguy, except it would seem to me that in a macho culture the men wouldn't have any problem fucking another guy's gf and might even get off on it, because it's competitive or w/e. Actually that's why I thought Brazil might be a good place to try this (besides the fact that both me and my gf find Brazilian guys sexy).

That could certainly be a possibility. Intellect may not guarantee superb leadership qualities, but I personally prefer a man who reads than one who doesn't, and has no interest. I miss Obama's intellect, the way he paused before he spoke. I also like the fact that Pete Buttigieg served in the military. And from what I'm hearing, South Bend is loving him as mayor.

The attack didn't seem random to me, which struck me as odd, but I will wait for the rest of the facts.

I agree. I am sure it makes sense for him and most of his customers. But because you have to book him well ahead of time, it's makes less sense for me. I worry I won't still be in the mood when the appointed day comes. But more power to him. Every so often I come across rants by masseurs or managers about no-show customers. I think some shops require a deposit for outcalls. Again makes sense for them. I wouldn't do it unless a shop I knew well. Also, of course, I would never send a deposit or travel money to a free lancer.

I would venture to defend his deposit policy and guess that it's probably due to too many now shows or very short notice cancellations from unreliable customers. It's not like he is a shop with multiple staff, so if he is in such high demand, he has to be sure how to manage his time and bookings. I understand that, though it is obviously rather unusual.

If true, one thinks he was just out for self-promotion. Which sets the LGBTQ cause so far back, publicly.

Agree. If true, what a complete idiot. And much worse than just that word.

I haven't tried him. He's certainly my type in many ways, but his schedule is very often booked well in advance and although I am sure he is 100% dependable and above-board, you have to send a deposit to make a booking with him, which is just a little irritating. Also -- and maybe most important -- he identifies as top only so, taking him at his word, I don't think I'ld be getting my bang for my baht. He is very popular and has been for years so I am sure he's great. Just never makes it to the top of my "must do" list. Maybe someday I'll be intrigued enough and he'll have a sudden cancelation and I'll have the good luck to get a massage with him.

Except the $3B was a rebate on the $27B they would have paid in taxes. So NYers are out $24B in tax revenues, but hey, they showed the man, right? Slate on Amazon abandoning NY HQ

Actually, I specifically answered the two things you asked me - when I was there and where I met the bi guys I hooked up with. As I said, both on the beaches and in saunas. While Brazil culture exudes a machismo in public, I found that to be absolutely not the case in private. That was just my experience, I can't speak for other people. The sauna guys I met who suggested a threesome with a girl/friend did so while making it clear that they did not want money for such an exchange. I wasn't interested in a bisexual scene at the time, but I did have many non sexual encounters with sauna guys outside of the saunas. I would put that down to my relative youth at the time and the fact that I was a good looking, gym fit guy with no expectations in Brazil beyond those of most adventurous travelers. I went to the saunas out of curiosity, more than anything else. I remember a a hot garoto approaching me and asking if I would be interesting in joining him and a young local client for a threesome. The client had seen me and wanted to pay for me to join a threesome, lol. I said I didn't need to be paid to participate, as they were both very good looking and I was pretty sure a fun time would be had. Indeed it was. One of the things I have always enjoyed about this forum is the diversity of experiences, advice and stories shared. Like Numazu's amazing trip reports, which detail both his paid play and also the genuine friendships and connections he has formed in Brazil. I've had very similar experiences with guys I met in Eastern Europe and Russia. Sometimes a connection that started via an escort website/bar/Instagram has quickly evolved into something more akin to friends with benefits. I've had guys fly themselves (on their own dime) to the US and other destinations in Europe to spend time with me. I know that's far from the "norm", but it's the combination of such diverse shared experiences that has brings folk like Moonwalker onto this forum seeking advice.

my favorite aircraft is always one which is carrying me to Thailand

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clapback A dumb-assed replacement phrase for the word-phrase "comeback", which, in normal people English, means "retort". It makes no sense since "clap" is a word that doesn't represent anything having to do with the meaning of the intention behind the phrase, and meaning something completely different.

I watched most of it and thought it was fun. Music covers so much territory now there are always going to be people that will complain. Social media just allows people to hate. Overall it seemed most people liked it.

"soon, I was forsaking my No Fatties rule and heading to the Bear Zone." Clearly, the author was desperate to get off, or write a story. Personally, I'd rather eat a good meal than have sex with an obese man. Bathhouses in Italy are an interesting experience, for a minute. But good luck finding the right minute. If you aren't a handsome Italian man with olive skin and dark hair, I wouldn't bother. Italian locals are not interested in having sex with their tourist visitors. Sex in Italy is so much more fun and rewarding when you hire someone. At least then you can get closer to your fantasy. I'm always surprised to find any gay bathhouse open these days. Who has endless money to invest in these financial duds? It costs a lot of money to run a great bathhouse. I won't even mention how someone defines clean. Young, horny guys find easy sex on their cell phones in the modern world. Using Grindr, you don't need to pay a $50 entrance fee, drag a gym bag, carry a gallon of disinfectant, and sign any documents while the security cameras are capturing endless photos of you. Honestly, what incentive exists for a hot gay man in his 20's, 30's, and 40's to go to a bathhouse? Unless, of course, he's into "Fatties." To a young, gay man, mentioning a bathhouse is like discussing land lines. Terms that a dinosaur would use.

2013 interview with Jupiter2002(at the current premises of Moonlight) dancer, for those haven’t seen it before. Apparently he is still at Jupiter as a backroom staff.

I have stayed a few times, the last about 4 years ago, Excellent resort with its own private part of the beach. We prefer the upper rooms as the ground level ones are a bit dark. The restaurant is also good at reasonable prices. They ran an on call shuttle service from the police box. Not sure if that has changed with all the changes on that road. The owner's wide, Deb ("Mrs. Rabbit"), who appears on the website video really looks after her guests, Very gay friendly.

It has been a few years so others might have better information. I liked it a lot . Kind of private at least the last time I visited. No problem with guests . https://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g293919-d506552-Reviews-Rabbit_Resort_Pattaya-Pattaya_Chonburi_Province.html

Day 5-6: Salvador, My Savior This was a 2-week stay in Brazil, and just staying in Sao Paulo, or Rio, for the entire time, can be a bit monotonous for me, no matter how good the boy selection was. Before this trip, I was going back and forth with my choices on a possible third location to mix it up. Since it was winter in the USA, I wanted a great beach location as a counter. I narrowed it down to three locations in the Northeast of Brazil: Fortaleza, Recife and Salvador. The former two are in Brazilian states I have never been to, and I’ve heard good things about them, except their saunas, which from what I’ve read on here, are mediocre at best. Salvador saunas, on the other hand, have received some attention on here, but I was there last year, with a former boyfriend, though I have never been to the saunas there, so it was a possibility to at least hone my sauna skills. My answer came in the form of a request of a former boy I hired in Rio. I have talked about him here. David, the 21 year old dynamite from Manaus: He reached out to me just right after my November trip, in the first week of December, telling me he was already bored out of mind after just a week of staying with his parents in Manaus. He intended on staying there till after Christmas, after which he intended on going back to Rio to catch the New Year customer base at the sauna. He was one of those GPs that hates Rio but go there because that’s where the money was. He has locked in a particular niche at the saunas and has been fairly popular, from what I can see. He only stays and works in Rio 50% of the time, and whenever possible (during known lulls in the sauna popularity) he goes back to Manaus to work odd jobs here and there and stays with his parents to save on rent. So he messages me, out of the blue, to ask me when I was going to be back in Brazil. I told him when, and he asked if it was possible if we could meet. What’s the catch, I asked. What did he want? He needed a one-way ticket back to Rio after Christmas, as flights have become prohibitively expensive for him due to the holidays. How are you going to pay me back? I ask, of course. Quid pro quo. Can I stay with you in Rio, he asks? Do this for me and I’ll stay with you the whole time. That was tricky, I told him. I’ll be with friends those days. I told him about my plan for 6 days in the northeast, but not knowing what to pick between Recife, Fortaleza and Salvador. He asked me about what I thought about the pros and cons about all three. After a few more back and forths, he chose Salvador for me, based on how well he knew me and what he thought I liked. So David got his flight to Rio from Manaus from me, and I added a 6-day connection at Salvador, with me. I picked a pretty reasonable one-bedroom apartment across the street from the Barra beach. I timed David’s flight from Manaus so it arrives the same time mine did coming from Sao Paulo. During Christmas dinner we both were texting back and forth, knowing that we both weren’t going to be able to sleep before our flights. I arrive at Salvador with a lot of other people going into town for the New Year. While I waited for my luggage at baggage claim I felt an arm go around my waist, from someone who smelled familiar. I look to my left and there was David, looking all smiley and perky and seemingly happy to see me. I hug him and he kisses my cheek. He seemed to be fairly unbothered by anyone who could see such PDA. I felt this was going to be a good stay. Since we were both tired from not sleeping from Christmas dinner, we had three things to do before we rested: check in the apartment, eat at a restaurant, and have welcome sex. Check-in the AirBNB was easy: the keys were with the porter. We blasted both air conditioners in the unit because it was hot as hades in Salvador. We decide on eating at a restaurant across the street called “Barravento”. I wouldn’t recommend it. The service was too slow and food overpriced, but it was nice to use the time to catch up with David. Afterwards, and after a quick shower, we were off to the races. Sex was pretty good, though we were both exhausted. We slept soon after, with cum still all over everywhere. I have been talking to @Latbear4blk the whole time, and had to give my regrets for not being able to meet today. David and I were simply too exhausted and too busy getting reacquainted, to meet. The next day, after some restorative sleep, and some further hanky-panky every chance we got (David was super horny this trip), we were able to successfully extricate ourselves from our love nest and make the 5 minute walk to the nearby mall Shopping Barra to get lunch. @Latbear4blk played a big part with David and I being up and running today because we planned on meeting later at the sauna Clube 11. Without his motivation and insistence I probably would just be with David the whole trip, indoors, in bed, marinating in a heavy fog of sex. Sometimes I do love trips like this, especially if it was with someone as amenable, sexy, and eager as David. David did his best to get me stay in though. We finally got out of the house at 3 PM (egads), but we went to the mall to eat. @Latbear4blk was appraising us of his whereabouts, and he intended on arriving early this Wednesday night (4 PM!) because of advice in this forum. He thought he got in too early: After eating, David and I decide to go to the gym. Luckily there was one in the shopping mall as well, Alpha Fitness. 50 reals and an hour and a half later we got a great workout in, and were ready to hit the sauna: Arriving at Clube 11 (formerly Planetario 11), I was impressed by how clean and open everything was. Got the usual keys and slippers from the counter, and a towel was in every locker. I put the keys of the apartment and my wallet and money in the locker. David and I did not change into towels, and just kept our tank top (regatta) and shorts ensemble. We go down the hall to the stairs and find the stage and tables area, where @Latbear4blk was. He was already entertaining some good looking boys when we got there. After introductions we settle into our seats and survey the area. I would say that there was about 15 boys at the most in the premises, and I found about 5 that I could have some dirty fun with. I always feel bad for dragging another working boy to go to a sauna. It’s bad enough that they had to work here anyway, even worse that they had to stay here without earning any money, but David was a good sport about it. He brought headphones with him and listened to music whenever @Latbear4blk and I would talk in English and shot the shit. He would get stared at of course, since he was cute and a breathe of fresh air from the usual offerings in the sauna, and rejected advances politely. And oddly enough, he was super clingy, asking for a kiss, or full on make out session, once in a while, and in full view of everyone. He always had a hand touching me, either my hand, arm, or thigh. He seemed to be the perfect companion so far. @Latbear4blk eventually went with a gorgeous guy, which left me to survey the offerings on my own. I was admiring a slim dark-skinned guy with perfect abs and handsome face, but I was not pulling the trigger. And then I notice another slim dark-skinned guy in the upper level just getting in. He was black, young-looking, with perfectly developed abs, athletic build, and a pretty face. He was slight, sure, but something about him made me get the courage to invite him over to our table. Plus I really wanted to leave so as not to make David more bored. Let’s call the guy Ronnie. Upon arriving he immediately leans over for a kiss, and then notices David with me. “Namorado?” he asks David and I if we were boyfriends. “Sim!” David responds quickly, perhaps to claim me quickly and not give Ronnie any ideas beyond a programa. Ronnie and David exchange some pleasantries first, perhaps to check what the ground rules where, before Ronnie plopped himself basically on top of me, draping his left leg on my lap, and his left arm around my shoulder. He does not waste time. When Bingo started, I gave him my bingo cards, and he and David played the game while I basked in the perfection of his tight body pressed on mine. When the drag show started, I decided to start Ronnie’s programa. I asked for his price (a very cheap 80 reals). We quickly get a room (I wanted a suite, always a suite). Upon entering I was super impressed by the suite. It had a huge HD TV, a presentable bed that didn’t look like it has seen better days, and nice touches everywhere. This would do nicely. Ronnie and I both took a piss to get rid of the beers we imbibed earlier, and I saw a nice preview of what I was working with. The boy may be slight, but his cock sure wasn’t. And whatever affection Ronnie gave me at the bar, he doubled, tripled it in the room. He was dynamite. The kissing was everything you would want from a lover, sucked dick well and long, and surprisingly rimmed me for a long time without any hesitation, without even knowing that I loved getting that. Whenever a boy rims me without me asking, I know it was gonna be good and he was not afraid of me or my body. I got to the business of his cock and it was long, thick and hard. I could only get the tip in my small mouth. His ass also tasted great, and looked like it doesn’t get extensive use. He finally takes a condom and sheaths me up and lubes himself up. He was rocking my world. Without prompting he came while jacking himself off, without me asking. That was hot, and was enough to make me cum. After bathing together and talking about Salvador, I give Ronnie 120 reals (deserved every penny) and we both went back to see David. @Latbear4blk was back from his own programa. David, however, was worried. “Demora!” he complained, telling me I was gone a while. I gave him my apologies, and hugged him for a kiss. He pulled away, mocking me, pointing to my mouth. “You need to brush your teeth!” he tells me jokingly. I frown and pull away. “Brincando,” he finally says, and then pulls me back for a kiss. Best non-boyfriend ever. We were ready to leave, and its good that @Latbear4blk is joining us for dinner. It’s always nice to meet with forum members and get to know people behind the screename. We decide on a sushi restaurant (David’s favorite), and just google a place that was open at 10 PM at night. We find something on google and we settle our accounts (35 for entrance? 30 for the suite? Fucking cheap, I love Salvador). We all Uber it to the restaurant and find that the restaurant may have been too fancy for our tank tops and shorts ensemble. It didn’t matter, they accepted us in our sloppy attire and got seated, though the waitstaff paid more attention to @Latbear4blk than me or David. After drinks and conversation we got our sushis and tempura: Thanks @Latbear4blk for hanging out. Let's do it again soon. We Uber it back to Barra, with us again sharing an Uber. And then it occurred to me, I forgot our apartment keys in the sauna! And it was 11 PM! Travel Tip: Uber has a multiple stop feature, so we were able to split an Uber, saving money. Boytoy Tip: Salvador is waaaayyyyy cheaper than Rio and Sao Paulo, and this includes the saunas. Next: We can’t get into our apartment!

Day 4: Feliz Natal, Merry Christmas It’s late December; can you feel the chill in the air? No? Why, you must be in Brazil for Christmas. It was hot as hades in Sao Paulo this Christmas Eve. We had an impromptu party the night before with Leo, Alex, and a bunch of their other friends in Alex’s flat, and it ended with me sleeping on the floor in the kitchen (long story). I woke up with a pillow resting my head and a blanket over me. I looked at my phone and read Alex’s message to me on Whatsapp: “I left for the airport to go see my parents for Christmas. I left a set of keys by the door. Help yourself to anything. Merry Christmas! It was almost 1 PM. I remembered that Leo was hosting Christmas Eve dinner at his place. It was the same for Leo, Christmas is for family, and he was supposed to go to his Grandmother’s house with his mom and siblings to spend Christmas there. But because I was here, he decided to host an “orphan Christmas”, just like the orphan Thanksgivings I used to go to in my 20s in the USA. He invited a few friends over to join us for the dinner. He will cook. I will just have to show up. After I extricate myself from the kitchen floor and manage to brew a cafezinho and cook some eggs and cheese over toast, I tell Leo that I was going to go to his place to help him with dinner. I received some photos from him of his haul from the Mercado earlier today: two whole chickens, some beef ground and steaks, a bunch of vegetables, farofa ingredients, etc. Leo is not kidding around. “Sou Master Chefe,” he tells me. I laugh. That show gets around. I take a shower and get ready to head over to Leo’s place. I had a flight to Salvador early tomorrow, so I decide to pack my shit as well, with the expectation of sleeping at Leo’s tonight, and leaving for the airport from there. As I haul my suitcase down to street level I get a Whatsapp from Carlos, the garoto next door from yesterday. He asked me if I was going to the sauna today and if he can see me again. I quickly sent him this graphic, from Sauna Lagoa’s Facebook: It took him a while to answer back. Then he said: “This is bad for me. I need money because I am going to see my family tomorrow.” I was in the Uber on the way to Leo’s at this point, and I thought about what to do for Carlos. It was Christmas, I was in a charitable mood. Everyone deserves a good Christmas. I asked him what he was doing tonight, for Christmas dinner. He said he had no plans. He wanted to work tonight and take a bus to his small town in Minas tomorrow and spend the day with his family. I told him maybe we can meet tonight, for dinner, and other things, but I had to clear it with my host first. I get to Leo’s place and he was in full-tilt Christmas dinner prep. A friend of his, a 23-year-old office worker from Rio, was there helping out. He was black, cute, and had the most amazing smile. He tried some canned English phrases with me but I told him I wanted to practice my Portuguese instead. I turned to Leo and asked him about Carlos and him possibly joining us for Christmas dinner. Leo had to think about it, probably wary of inviting a perfect stranger, and one who was a prostitute, to his house for a meal. He eventually said it was fine, the more the merrier. He made me promise that Carlos was not a psycho. I told him I was not sure because I only spent an hour plus hours with him. Leo asks for the guy’s Whatsapp and he talks to the guy for a few minutes. Leo signs off on the guest, and tells me to call an Uber for Carlos when he was ready. After figuring out logistics, I was going to call Carlos an Uber in an hour. Luckily he lived in north Sao Paulo as well so it wasn’t an expensive fare. He will also take his suitcase with him as he will leave for the bus station after the Christmas party. After that, I helped with cooking, which included merging two chickens together and stuffing both with farofa: An hour and a half later, I call Carlos an Uber. 30 minutes. Leo tidies up the house a bit, and his friend continues to make food. Carlos arrives, looking smashing in a tight sleeveless shirt and jeans. He brought two bottles of Salvagem Catuaba, a sort of sweet wine-like drink made from local native plants. Carlos asked me if I had Catuaba before. I shook my head. “It’s an aphrodisiac,” Leo interjects, “not that you need help in that area.” Leo winks. I laugh. Carlos blushes. This was gonna be an interesting night. Another one of Leo’s friends arrived an hour later. A girl in her mid-20s; who brought dessert. The feast was complete now. It’s just a matter of getting everything prepared. Everything smelled so good by the time everything was cooked. Carlos seemed to be pretty comfortable and easy-going with meeting everyone in the house. And Carlos’ better qualities stood out outside the sauna. All we do is objectify guys in the sauna. Getting to know these guys out of the hypersexual atmosphere of the sauna, and seeing how cool they really are makes them even more sexier. Leo was also having a blast teasing Carlos. When it came time to ask about Carlos’ sexuality, he said he was bi but was more hetero. “Does he have sex like a hetero?” Leo asks me. “He has sex like a man,” I answer diplomatically. Carlos appreciated the response and kisses me. At midnight, after all the noises of the fireworks outside, Leo and friend served dinner. Everything looked great, and we all partook at the table. The Catuaba was chilled and was the drink of the dinner. Carlos sat next to me, and made sure my plate was always full and I got the choice cuts of chicken. Do I look incompetent when I eat? Why do guys try and feed me every time I eat with them? This Christmas was pretty chill for sure. Yes, there was a language barrier with me having to ask them to repeat themselves whenever they speak too fast for me, but everyone was pretty cool about it. Yes, I was away from my friends and usual friends back home, but I am making new friends and memories. And of course, Carlos, the garoto next door now turned guest for Christmas, was a good sport. I don’t know if it was because he wanted a big tip, or if he’s just a genuinely nice guy (possibly both), but he was giving me the ultimate boyfriend experience tonight. Not that I needed any of this at a night with friends, but it definitely added to the experience. Lots of attention, held hands, and discreet kisses between bites. It was probably his default mode whenever he spends time with clients, or maybe he likes me. It doesn’t matter I guess. After dinner, more alcohol was plied and everyone was chatty and social. After some class photos we played the game “spin the bottle” but with a twist: If the bottle landed on me I had to choose someone to ask me a question, in Portuguese, and I had to answer in Portuguese as well. If the bottle landed on anyone else, I had to ask him or her a question, in English, and they had to answer in English as well. It was like Rosetta Stone’s version of Spin the Bottle. It was Leo’s idea, perhaps to help me with my Portuguese, and probably because all night everyone was asking me how to stay stuff in English. It was a fun game, and I held my own. My Portuguese was definitely much better than everyone else’s English proficiency. Surprisingly, it was Carlos who’s English was best among the others. Perhaps because he needed English proficiency as a Garoto de Programa (I’m just guessing) for gringo customers. One of the questions I asked him was what was his biggest dream in life, and he responded, correctly in English, that he wanted to start a restaurant with his mother. A very sweet answer. It was 3 AM by the time everyone decided to get some shut-eye. Leo readied his room for his two friends, while he gave Carlos and I his mom’s room on the second floor. I felt weird defiling his mom’s room like this but I guess Brazilians have less scruples about this than Americans. We both get some hugs, kisses, and some “Feliz Natals” from everyone as we retire to the second floor. We only had 3 hours to rest and “other things” before I had to make my flight to Salvador, so it was clear there was no sleeping tonight, with Carlos here. We both laid down Leo’s Mom’s bed and talked for a while, while cuddling. Of course, cuddling turns into kissing, and then caressing. Clothes slowly come off. Carlos’ silky white skin comes into full view. His tattoo-less body was a change from other GPs I’ve been with, which made the experience feel different. I didn’t notice it before. And because I was in an actual house in a bedroom, and not a sauna, it was as if I was home back in the USA. Carlos’ cock and ass though, was all Brazilian. Cock big, thick and uncut, ass plump, firm and delicious. He excelled as much in foreplay as yesterday. But without the strangeness of a room in a sauna, the foreplay somehow was better. When it was time to fuck he got on his back and his legs up in the air. I started thrusting but the bed was old and squeaky and made a noise with every move. We tried to move the bed off the wall so it was nice banging against the wall, but it was still making noise. “No chao?” I ask, pointing to the floor. Carlos takes two pillows and lays on the floor, one pillow under his head, another under his ass, creating an easier entry angle. The floor made no sound. We, however, did. After meticulously cleaning up our mess (fluids everywhere: lube and cum), we take a shower together. We had 30 minutes before I had to leave. We get ready to leave, and then head over downstairs to Leo’s bedroom and I go in. I wake Leo up to tell him we were leaving. I call an Uber for Guarulhos. The Uber comes, Leo lets us out of his house, hugs us both and bids us farewell. I will see Leo again in Rio 6 days from now, for the New Year “Reveillon” celebration. But now, I am Salvador bound. Carlos goes with me to Guarulhos, holding my hand the whole way. At Guarulhos I check in and then we both get a little “Café da Mahna” for the road. Carlos thanks me for the wonderful time and for inviting him for dinner. He said he would have just either taken the bus to Minas or spent Christmas dinner alone if it wasn’t for my invitation. “It worked out I think,” he says. “Everything happens for a reason. I was meant to meet you at the sauna yesterday. I would like to see you again after this. Maybe without friends next time.” I concurred with his assessment of things, though my Brazilian dance card is getting pretty full. I’ll find a way to make this happen. I always do. I give him 250 reals. 150 reals for the sex, and another 100 reals because it was Christmas. He pocketed the money without counting. I call him an Uber to the Tiete Bus Terminal, which was only a 20-minute car ride. He hugs and kisses me as a goodbye. “Merry Christmas!” he finally says, in perfect English, before getting into his Uber. This was probably the best Christmas gift I have given myself, ever. I felt really really good. Travel Tip: Airfares on December 24 can get expensive, but get way cheaper on December 25. It was a $100 difference for me going to Salvador from Sao Paulo. Boytoy Tip: When in Brazil for the holidays, it would be good to get a boy’s number when in the sauna, in case the sauna is closed for Christmas or New Year's Eve, if you want company on these days. Next: Salvador!

Day 2: Sometimes You Just Have to Wait For the Right Time I had a sauna day on Day 2 of my trip, before heading to the first club night described in the previous post, the one that my friend Alex helped sponsor. I was staying at Alex’s apartment, and with jet-lag and just general weariness because of the travel the day before, I woke up at 2 PM on Day 2. Alex was long gone and attending to his party. Leo was working, his last day before the Christmas celebration starts. So I was alone, left to my own devices, for a few hours. This was my chance, to get a sauna visit in without any distractions and worries that I am taking time away from my friends. After helping myself with a café com leite and making myself a mortadella sandwhich which Leo said I could make using stuff he bought for me in the kitchen, I took a shower and dressed in a tank top, shorts and slippers for the sauna. It was sort of a hot day today, the sun was pretty strong, so I dressed appropriately. I then Ubered it from Tatuape to Vila Clementino, where the sauna was, which was a 30 minute Uber ride. Thankfully, due to the holiday weekend, traffic was light, and I got there at 5 PM. Before I embarked on my Brazilian adventures, I’ve always had the impression that Sauna Lagoa was “the best sauna in Brazil.” Judging from the forum’s entries at that time, and various discussions with forum members, it seemed to me that Sauna Lagoa was the gold standard of saunas in Brazil. My first ever sauna experience was in Club 117 in Rio, and I would never forget that first time I turned around to go in the sauna after checking-in at the counter. What I saw was wall-to-wall muscle gods milling around, trying to catch my eye. It was surreal, and hot, and probably colored my first impression of Pointe 202, the second sauna I visited. It was a relative disappointment, with not as many boys and the ones there were not as hot. I later realized that there are good nights and bad nights, in every sauna. But 202 has never recovered from my initial impression, even if I’ve probably have had more fun there than in 117. I am not as knowledgeable about the whos and whats of the sauna world in Brazil, probably because I am still a newbie relative to y’all. Visiting Sauna Lagoa for the first time last year yielded a different experience. I thought the sauna’s layout was way different than that of 117 and 202. I thought Lagoa’s floor plan was more open, less claustrophobic, and had way more facilities for comfort and play. On a good night, like my first time, it was impressive. There are more “genetic freaks” per capita than what I’ve seen in Rio. And by genetic freaks I mean muscle gods with impossible musculature. I got one such creature that first night. He was handsome, tall, and with muscles upon muscles upon muscles. I overpaid, and the sex was just OK, as a gullible first-timer would, but overall I was happy with what I did. After a few more visit to Lagoa, I noticed that I had a pattern to my visits. I would first hire a “genetic freak”. Someone usually handsome and cocky and had a huge cock, large ass, and perfect pecs, abs and giant legs. The sex would usually just be OK, nothing spectacular. Kissing just so-so, sucking so-so as well. I would even say that the guy was just be going through the motions. I’d be happy with the hire tho. I think the point of getting a genetic freak was less having to do with getting great sex, and having more to do with worshipping and admiring their hard bodies and cocks. I don’t mind this kind of hire. It happens though, that when a genetic freak turns into great sex AND great companionship, that’s when you take them out of the sauna and spend more time with them. Happened a few times to me. Don’t hate me, I probably require too much in sex. Something a straight guy who’s only a top couldn’t deliver. After sex with the genetic freak, I would try to hire someone who may not be as impossibly hot, but still very very easy on the eyes. I don’t want to use the term “boy-next-door” because these are boys I wouldn’t see next door where I live. The “garoto next door” usually is hot and sexy, maybe a little less muscular than Mr. Steroids, but you still get to live your dreams of having sex with a hot and handsome young guy. And that’s the good fortune I’ve had in Lagoa. I’ve always found the garotos next door to be hot and amazing in bed. This trip was no exception. Upon arriving at the sauna and getting a coffee (I am still half asleep from my 10 hour sleep), I quickly get greeted by a “garoto next door”. His name was Carlos, he was about 5’10, white, nice messy floppy brown hair. Amazing green eyes. He was handsome for sure, and had a smooth and a porcelain white body. He had nice abs, and had respectable musculature. He shook my hand and asked if he could sit with me. He sat really close. He made some compliments about my looks, and kept touching my hair to arrange it (was my hair a bird’s nest?). I told him to order a drink (he chose Gatorade). The conversation was pretty light and pleasant. Christmas plans. Sao Paulo in summer. California in winter. Then the conversation turned to sex and discussing about a possible programa. I was game to have one. He checked all the boxes physically, and it seemed like he was a fun lay. He started kissing me. Very deep. Very convincing. I was sold. What was he willing to do, I asked. Deal breaker #1: he was only a top. I tried to convince him to bottom but he said he “wasn’t ready” today. Deal breaker #2: he will not cum. I like cum. A lot. I had to ask why. He danced around it. After 15 minutes of dancing around it he countered: 400 reals for cumming. I countered with a “that’s absurd.” 350? No. He came clean: it was early still, he needed money for Christmas. His mom needed money. He needs to get more than one client tonight, and if he blew his cum with me, he fears he would be too tired to get another client after me. I admired his honesty. I told him I was not the client for him. I wanted a bottom and cum. I would tolerate a top and no cum from a “genetic freak”, where I would be in worship mode, but not with “just” a garoto next door. I bid Carlos good luck and wished him many clients tonight. He had a look on his face like he was sorry, but kissed me and then he was gone. So many fish in the sea tonight though. I quickly rebound and turn my attention to the other boys in the yard. I could easily count about 7 genetic freaks in the vicinity. A tall one caught my stare and walked over to my table. “Pedro,” he says. He was wearing a towel slung low. His cock outline was inviting. He towers over me. Fairly tall. His face was pleasant. Cute. His body was insane. Stout chest, big abdominal muscles, large biceps and big powerful shoulders. Very long legs, with veins. He sits next to me and starts massaging my shoulders. After the tease that the previous guy gave me, I was ready to jump into a room with Pedro. But I bided my time to at least try to get to know this guy. I admired his musculature. Very defined. I fondled his biceps and he flexes for me. I fondle his abs. Impossibly defined. I ask for specifics: as expected he was only a top – fine, I’ll be in worship mode; kisses great and gave me a preview; will cum but asked for 200. I countered with 150. My friends taught me well. After some thinking he accepts the pay cut. We head over to the counter to get a suite. At the room I took my time. He felt good in my arms. I looked at the mirrors covering the walls of the room. He LOOKED good in my arms. We kissed for a while. He knew how to do that at least. I did my best to get my money’s worth. I sucked his fat cock good. I rimmed his sweet ass. Felt up his amazing body. It is remarkable how these guys get their bodies to get like this. It was enough for me to blow my wad. He then asked if he could cum as well. I did the honors. Sucked and jacked him off till he blew in my mouth. Again, not the most spectacular sex-wise. But I am not beyond just admiring a nice body. Showering with him was nice. I didn’t bother getting his WhatsApp, I doubt there will be a repeat. I get back to sitting in the stage area and checked up on my friends. Leo was still working. Alex was happily partying away. I order a red bull and vodka. I figure I should start drinking now, to celebrate, since my first Programa was under my belt. I survey the room. More boys were in. Some clients were milling around too. This Saturday night was a good night at the sauna. Whenever a boy would approach me for a programa, I would just say “recuperando” so they would go away. It was true, I was recuperating from the previous programa. I am getting ready to find my garoto next door. After 30 minutes of recuperating and talking to my friends (and refilling my vodka and red bull), I decide to make the rounds. I made my way to the pool area and I bump into Carlos, the guy earlier. He remembers my name and hugs me, with the biggest grin on his place. “To pronto para voce,” he exclaims, saying he is ready for me. “Ready for what?” I ask, playing coy. “I am ready to do what we talked about earlier. I can do it now,” he says. “Really? Everything?” I ask, touching his ass. “Yes even that!” Now I assuming he got his first and/or second customer tonight, and not ready to blow his wad with me. I still wanted to play coy. I didn’t have to take him tonight. Let me see what he had to say. He confirmed he did get a threesome programa, he was asked by a pair of clients to fuck them, and got double the fee. I said it was bad for me because he was tired now. He said he wasn’t. He was ready. He took my hand and guided it to his crotch. He was soft, but with him rubbing my hand on his cock it quickly grew hard. The guy was not playing around. How much, I ask. 200 for everything, he says. I counter with 100. He laughs. He says he can’t do that. I repeat with 100. He counters with 150. I tell him I still was not sure. I was still playing with him. He then says he wants 150, but if I was not happy with the sex, I can give him 100. I immediately said yes. This is the first time I got this deal from a boy. I was intending to give him 150 anyway, even without knowing how good or bad he will be. So we get a room (same room as before, cleaned thankfully). Carlos takes off his towel, and hurriedly takes off my clothes as well. He kissed me deeply. He kneeled down to suck me. He pushes me on the bed and feasts on my ass. Rimming is always a surprise when a boy does it for me. I never expect it but it’s always good when it happens. I knew he was trying really hard to earn that extra 50 reals. And the effort was a real turn on. I probably got further with him than any other boy I’ve had in Brazil. When it came to fucking he was a champ. Made sex noises. Pretty damn hot. I put him on his back. He jacks off while I am fucking him and cums all over his torso, neck, and face. I smear his cum all over, and feed some of it to him. He gladly eats it. I cum really quickly. Fucking hot. After the shower we talk for a while. He gives me his WhatsApp. I tell him he deserves his fee. The program was surprisingly long. Around an hour and 10 minutes. Felt like a breeze. He thanks me and we head over to the lockers. I give him 200, which was what he originally asked for. “Feliz Natal,” I greet him. He smiles widely and hugs me tightly. “Merry Christmas to you too,” he responds, and tells me he really needs the 200. I was glad I could help. It was Christmas after all. Travel Tip: Holiday traffic in the normally horribly congested Sao Paulo is relatively light. Boytoy Tip: A boy may be more expensive and more picky at the beginning of the night but may lower prices and willing to do more much later. Next: Christmas with friends and a GP.