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Day 1: Best Laid Plans The warm Brazil weather doesn't hit me as harshly in Brazilian winters as much as in summers. It was actually warmer in Miami when I left it, than in Recife now. Uber is pretty easy to get, and the good thing is that the airport is only 10 minutes away from Boa Viagem. I love when airports have Uber paths like this, it makes things easier for first-timers: Since it was early morning still, there was not a lot of traffic or people out in the streets, which made the journey straightforward. The AirBNB owner (and the photos) stated the name of the building and the apartment number. Check-in was a breeze: I only had to give the porter my (AirBNB) name and the apartment number, and without checking my identity, gave me the keys, and gave me a quick rundown of how-tos: to park, to gym, to chuck trash. My apartment was in a high floor (upper 20s), and the balcony was facing the ocean, with some apartment buildings just obscuring the view: I hate these types of high-floor, unsecured, balconies. It always makes me want to jump off it. Everything seemed to be in order, and as a bonus, the fridge was stocked with the basics, including my precious water: 1. Too Much Planning is a Bad Thing I’ve discovered that it is best to just let Brazil tell you what you need, instead of the other way around. I knew I wanted to get some various tail before the BF gets here later today, so I tried to maximize my chances by planning for dates in advance. A week before the trip, I had my Android phone, outfitted with the app Fake GPS, to do a mock location for my Grindr. I set it to Boa Viagem, Recife, and a few minutes later, as I always say, my Grindr lit up like a Christmas treeTM. Not as much paid guys messaged me, surpisingly, in proportion to the free guys, like in RJ or SP. Just lots of horny guys messaging fresh meat. I was eager to test both kinds however, so I started talking to the pay ones with interest. Two GP profiles that ultimately hooked my interest were from a young twink couple, and a hung and sexy 24 year old garoto. Since my BF was a athletically muscular, mostly top and dominant late-20s guy, I went with the twink couple for two reasons: (1) they were the opposite (twinks, 18 year olds, bottoms to vers, more submissive) to the BF and (2) they were charming and promised more than just sex, a full day of beach, eating, and of course, sex: Maybe 500 reals was high, I don’t know. Seemed fair for a full-day, multiple session, beach and other activities type of day, for 250 reals a boy. And they were really cute and sexy, one looked like Beiber, the other looked like a young Wilmer Valderrama, super-twinks with big cocks and delicious asses. They were full-time students, but needed cash for their various extra-curriculars. In the week leading up to the trip, they kept their contact with me, doing video calls, countless messages, and telling me they were excited for my arrival. BUT, on the day of arrival, this is what happened: So the one guy didn't message me till about 10 AM, and said that he was sick, and wanted to recover. I can certainly understand that. It was kind of dissapointing for sure, and they wanted to meet tomorrow (I can’t, BF will be here). But they showed so much promise in the week leading up to the trip that I couldn’t help being dissapointed. I got messages from them throughout the week, still apologizing. Maybe I’ll meet them at the end of the trip. I guess I will just have to check out the beach with the BF, for now. The pros and cons of trying to hire non-seasoned pros: on the one hand at least you’re not hiring some hardened professional who is jaded with everything, but you get uneven results. I turned to my other pro (24 year old good looking muscular fit hung guy) who wanted to charge me 200 at first, but knocked it down to 150, and even threw in a friend, to entice me, another, 20-something good looking guy: But I was tired of wasting time on pros at this point. Because the free market in Recife, it seemed, was willing to pick up the slack. 2. I’m not the only one Home Alone I was tired, cranky, spending too much time on Grindr, and was drifting from awake to asleep in bed, as the long journey finally takes its toll. I wake from an hour or so nap and check my Grindrs. A 23 year old white boy catches my eye. He was handsome, a nice tight body with a few tattoos, and some facial hair that made him look a little older. We did the usual back and forth in Grindr, in English. Photos were exchanged (big dick, big ass, as expected from these parts). He seemed to be eager to meet, but insisted to do it in his place. I asked where and when, he sent me the address and apartment number, and now, he said. I looked at Google Maps. It was 3 blocks away in the next street, at a high rise same as mine. I asked for Instagram, cute pics, seems like a nice energetic young guy. I asked for Whatsapp, I get a message there instantly. He asks if I wanted to chat on webcam. OK, so he wanted to see me live first before committing Fine, I call him. He answered. He was shirtless, smoking, by the balcony. Looked good so far. I took off my own shirt and went to the balcony as well. I felt the sun’s warm rays on my body. Recife was starting to feel good. We talked, in English, feeling each other out. I told him I was still waking up from a nap. He invited me over again, saying he would make me coffee when I came over. I got into it. Told him I would be there in 15. I took a quick but thorough shower (groin and ass spotless), left my wallet in the room and took only about 80 reals in 20s with me, my cellphone and keys, and started walking. Lots of red flags for sure right? I am meeting him at his place (but it’s a high-rise like mine with a porter). He was gonna make me coffee (I might get roofied). I did feel that I did the necessary due-diligence to manage the risks. I think the risk I am taking in this is no more than if I went over to a trick’s house back in the USA. I had his Whatsapp, Instagram, name. And what are the chances an English speaker would kill me in Brazil (highly likely). I get to the buidling and it seemed to be newer than mine was. I go straight to the elevators and key in the floor. I text him that I was on my way. He video calls me, and I answer when I get to his floor. 30 seconds later I get to his door. I see in the video him walk to his door and open for me. We both hang up our video calls. I come in. He was everything that was advertised, and his charming banter was helping my initial nerves go away. We talk for some time. He gets up to make the promised coffee. I follow him to the kitchen and watch him put the filter, the coffee, then water in the coffee maker, and turns it on. He turns to me and gives me a kiss. And we were off to the races. We get to the living room again and take off our clothes on the couch. As much fire as you would want out of a sex encounter. No protection too. I was on PREP. He said he was too. After cumming (and towels to at least clean us off), he makes the coffee. Yes to milk and sugar. He says he was staying with his mom in this condo, and she was out for the day. He talks about Recife, what to do, where to go. I tell him about my Brazil trips. He says that I’ve been to more places in Brazil than he has. He has been to the USA, NY and FL. More fooling around. He tells me we should shower together. While waiting for the water to get hot, we make out again. It only takes that much. Another session in the bathroom. I leave his condo clean, and thoroughly satisfied. 3. Walmart is different here than back home On the walk back I turned on my Grindr. I had some active messages currently with some guys that I just left hanging since I went to the guy’s place. I send out a reply to this one guy who I thought was interesting. He said he was married, to a woman, and just wanted to get his man fix while he was out of the house during errands. He refused to give me any pics (too many excuses), but promised that he was good looking (right). He was pretty insistent. But it was his stats: 29 YO, 6’5, 220 lbs, white guy, hairy, big dick and ass, that was intriguing. He said he was at the nearby Walmart and just driving around. Another English speaker, which at this point was surprising. I could’ve sworn I left Miami yesterday. I had to weigh my options. It was 3:30 PM. I had to be at the airport at 5:30 PM, to get my prince charming. Fine, life favors the bold. I told him I’d meet him at Walmart. It was only a 5 minute walk past my apartment building. If he was fugly I'd just walk past and go in the Walmart to buy tube socks. We agree to meet at the entrance. As I walk to the entrance I see a tall guy. It was unmistakably him. Alright, I can maybe work with this. He was in his gym clothes, sleeveless shirt, shorts to his knees, trendy Nike “tennis” shoes. He was twirling his car keys in his hands. He knows what I look like and nods at me as I walk up to him. “Matheus?” I ask. He says my name. We shake hands. He was a little nervous, I could tell. I suggest to walk to the direction of my apartment building, and explain to him that it was just across the street. We walk by his car (a black Mercedes CLA, another rich guy, like lover boy earlier), and he locks it (again) for good measure. Once we get to the room he was more relaxed, but we were both sweaty from walking in the Recife sun. I try to move things along, and initiating contact, and it turned out the time with him was pretty hot too. He came right away, and in the act of fucking him, he came again. He was really wanting it. He was straight-guy hot. No visible abs but flat tummy, non-manicured body hair but pretty nicely laid out. His cock was all Brazilian and instantly hard, but he was looking to be fucked and I obliged. The hottest thing of all was me thinking he was married to a woman. His golden band was very visible. There was something about Boa Viagem in Recife that made me feel secure, unlike even in Ipanema or Copacabana in Rio. Boa Viagem seems to house the rich people of Recife. The streets were safe, lots of higher-end cars, and chill people. When he left I had to “de-whore” the apartment. The blanket was full of jizz, so I folded it up and hid it in a closet. The towel the guy used, I also hid. I straightened out things as much as I could and opened all the windows to get rid of the stench of sex that still permeated the air. I showered, and checked to see if I had any visible sex marks on my body that would give me away. Next up, hubby is here!

Recently, I’ve been making a few comments about ex GoodBoys, now Dragon. It occurs to me that might skew people’s option about my usual escapades here. Since many posters here have given me/us such valuable information, I wanted to participate a bit. Also, not wanting anyone to think I spend ALL my time seeking sleeze (though I do spend virtually all my time seeking boys), I thought I’d make a very minor contribution with a few thoughts on this trip. I’m halfway though a one month stay. I come in high and low season. This is the lowest, low season I’ve experienced. My usual go-to gogo, Toyboys, has not had more than 4 or so boys on stage when I’ve peeked during this trip. Only a few more at Dreamboys. Cupidol usually, maybe 14 boys and about as many customers. Only two boys to my liking, so far. I offed both, not at the same time. I haven’t actually gone inside Winner Boys this trip. From the boys hanging around outside it looked like slim pickings, but I’m not sure. Sunee overall extremely quiet. Though I’m not showing up around there too much for the rest of the trip, as a boy I know all too well, who’s a real fixture there, has become very angry I’m not spending all my time with him. I find boy management quite difficult, as I like to go with many, and still have regular sleeping partners. It’s hard to have your cake and eat it too, I know. So now I’ve begun frequenting Jomtien complex, a bit more. It is mostly very, very quiet. I always stay at a condo in Jomtien. But I’ve never felt comfortable with the host bar business model there. I feel like it’s a reverse gogo bar: instead of the boys being on display, I feel like I’m on display. They chose me, or not, vs gogo bar where I chose them, pretty much. But I am pleased to report that this trip I’ve offed some great boys from Jomtien C, all from @Homebar. Some of the most handsome boys with sculpted swimmer bodies I’ve ever been with (two of them work their parent’s rice fields and it shows!) . Just goes to show, it pays to branch out and diversify a bit. On the other hand, I find the apps difficult. Over the years I’ve met some keepers, mainly on Hornet & Grindr, who’ve.become regulars. But more times than not, I don’t see anyone who’s appealing to me and when I do meet them, even less appealing. Interestingly, I noted this trip one stunning, muscle boy from Grindr would not even consider taking less than 2000B ST in December and was fairly rude about it. This time, he had new photos and I didn’t realize it was him at first. I said "Hi" and then HE offered 1000B as the opener! Times are slow, even for the muscle boys (not usually my type, but I certainly make an exception for him).

I met some stunning guys off grindr and hornet who just wanted fun and met a couple of boys who asked for cash, think maybe £10-20 GBP I gave. these guys weren't escorts by trade I guess and were just after some extra cash and some fun. No problem for me. Seriously, it was a beautiful place and I will be going back soon I hope.

It began when a cat decided to explore the top of an electrical transformer on the second level of Patpong 2. It was rapidly dispatched to mell heaven and multiple venues were plunged into darkness, including Hotmale. Screwboy narrowly escaped but many of the smaller restaurants and lady bars on the first floor weren’t as fortunate. Leave it to the ladies, however, who lit candles, giving the bars as romantic an atmosphere as you’re going to find in Patpong on any given night. A half dozen utility workers arrived on a huge flatbed truck equipped with a crane. They proceeded to remove three old transformers with a single larger one. This was no easy feat. The team, several quite easy on the eyes in their hard hats and the thumping background music, created a modern Village People high-wire act to the delight of passers by. One of the bar girls, waving a plastic bag, appealed to them for the remains so she could give it a proper burial. Some of the Hotmale guys could be seen shirtless, viewing the nearby action from their second floor perch opposite Luckyboys.

Currently in Medellin and I really am not feeling the men here. The guys on the streets are hot, even the homeless Colombian guys, but the guys you can actually have fun time with are just so so. Club Tobi was a complete bust there were no guys there at all biggest waste of money to enter a venue in my life, the hot tub was a lukewarm tub, it was so so sad. Went to Ferchos as well the guys are just not what you want, I pretended I was super drunk so I could leave this dude who was chatting me up, there was no way in hell I was going in a private room with him. CAVEAT (This is a Thursday/Wednesday adventure so far and it could be completely different tomorrow). Grindr dudes are gross, it's like how the ugly stripper gravitates to you and you think how the fuck are they working here and what makes him/her think I'm interested, can't they see I'm purposely avoiding eye contact. I get messages from scorts all the time and I didn't even post I was looking for scorts, literally all I said is I am visiting and my Spanish is bad. If you do go with one of these dudes, meet them somewhere public first because they are quick to try and come to your spot but with fakes or real pictures that are photo shopped to make them look taller and more muscular. You do not want to try and get rid of a dude who traveled to you and now expects some type of payment for traveling even though you requested a whole other person than who showed up. Also, those guys that are on the other side on the Cathedral on calle 57a & Oriental are not really dangerous. They are refugees from Venezuela that are doing "odd jobs" for money. I was the first American they met and they were actually nice, just practice some caution but you should do that anyway. If you show people decency they won't usually try to hurt you in my experience. Additionally, Parque Bolivar is under construction and the Cathedral steps are largely inhabited by refugee Venezuelans and the side walks are strewn with people from there after dark, It's really is a sad situation. Now I will preface I am a big man who would hardly go down without a fight, which is why I usually get to go to the most dangerous drug infested cartel areas with no problems, and have never been mugged.The funny thing is all the people keep telling me to be safe, even the people that are supposed to be the danger. I did have my passport stolen in TJ in El Centro but the motherfucker came in the room in a moment of passion with someone else and grabbed my pants and hauled ass out of there. If I see his ass again it's on like Donkey Kong. So while the sexy-time here is not the paradise that people on other posts have stated, Medellin is still really a cool place to visit with a great bar scene. The people are genuinely nice and honest people and are not racist. I will say that there is some type of institutional bias in the country as you can see Afro-Latinos aren't in many positions of power but everyday racism like in the Good Ole USA is not here and sudo-segregation is not practiced like it is in Chicago and other parts of the US . My suggestion is to stay away from Poblado it's nothing but gringos and the things that people think gringos like, such as MacDonalds, Dominoes, Subway, Hooters, ect.. If your an American you will hate the way you see your people behave here so I say go local so you don't see tourists and the trappings of tourists. The police are everywhere here, they are actually great, really professional but also laid back unlike the corrupt cops you can get in Mexico.

Introductions I thought I’d recap my week in Recife (and Fortaleza) through my usual ramblings, so if you're pretty averse to my way of writing it is best to turn away. This was the first Brazil trip I’ve taken (out of 13), in which I have not had also gone through either Rio de Janeiro or Sao Paulo, or both. I have used the smaller city Belo Horizonte before as a port of entry (from a Copa Airlines flight), which had its pros (no lines due to not having as many international flights into Confins Airport), and cons (takes a longer time for them to process foreigners because they are not used to it), but the trip after BH, I went to Rio to stay for a few more days before going back to the USA. I’m one of those people who likes to randomly surf Google Flights and Skyscanner for airfare deals whenever i am bored. I would put in dates (usually over weekends and/or holidays), sometimes almost 6 months to a year in advance, to find out if there are deals to be had. I usually get some good deals out of this method. One time I booked a Monterrey, Mexico flight over 200 days in advance for $105 round trip, and I almost forgot I had that I made the reservation till I got a United App notification, reminding me that I am able to check in to the flight 24 hours in advance. I hastily booked a hotel (Crowne Plaza) and packed whatever I could, and thanked the heavens that I still had room in my passport for MX immigration stamps. Still one of my best quickie vacations ever. It’s like finding money between the couch cushions. So this was one of those trips. Early January of this year, sometime after my New Year’s trip to Rio (my incomplete trip report here, sorry for not completing it), I found myself at work, bored, and wanting to go back to Brazil. I used Skyscanner to find out which Brazil cities other than Rio and SP had direct flights from the USA. I found these so far: BH, Brasilia, Manaus, Salvador, Belem, Recife and Fortaleza. The last two I found interesting. Recife and Fortaleza have have been mentioned here in BoyToy, with some members commenting on how beautiful the beaches and cities were, and some had some decent saunas as well, so I knew at least I would not be bored there if I did go. On Google Flights I put in some holiday dates to check for cheap fares, like - MLK Day weekend which at this point was just 2 weeks (too close) and President’s day weekend in February (no availability), Memorial day weekend in May (too expensive). Finally I put in the dates around July 4thand found this crazy fare: a roundtrip from Miami to Recife for $159. I quickly click on the LATAM link in the Google Flights search result to confirm. Sure enough, it was a real fare. Without any regard to whether I can get the time off from work or not, I booked it. If I can’t go, throwing away $159 isn’t the end of the world. I end up going every time anyway. Luckily for me as well, there were awards flights available to Miami, from my city in California (United), and back (American Airlines) through points. Which was very lucky indeed because sometimes it’s hard to find award flights around the holidays (especially around July 4th here in the USA). The good thing about point redemptions is that you can get the points refunded back to you if you decide to cancel (some nominal fee, $25 to $50 per leg), so this was some low risk high reward shit I was dealing with, which was a no brainer. The one quirk with this booking is that the flight back to Miami had an almost 24 hour layover in Fortaleza. Which to me wasn’t a bad thing, since it will give me a chance to check out the Fortaleza before heading back home. Since I was trying to visit all Brazilian states, getting two new states crossed off the list (Pernambuco and Ceara) in one week is kind of amazing. During the time of the booking of this flight, I had a Brazilian boyfriend who was from Minas. I thought about taking him with me to this trip but decided against booking his flights as well, since I was not entirely sure I will go. Sure enough, 2 month later, we have broken up. And from this booking in January, to the time I had to leave in late June, I would have taken 6 more trips to Brazil, and found another boyfriend on trip 3, this time, someone from Santa Catarina. In these 6 trips I would visit new states, to bring my total to 10 visited so far, out of 27 possible, in 12 trips. This 13th trip would bring it to a total of 12 states visited. Still not half but I have a whole lifetime to get there. And in these 12 trips, I have run into the same problem: I always intend to go to the saunas in the city I am in but never seem to quite make it there in the majority of the trips. I find myself just trying to make local friends and using Grindr for both free and paid encounters. Part of me is intimidated by saunas, another reason is simply because that I prefer to just have sex in my own (better) AirBNB bed and use my (better) bathrooms and facilities. With Brazil, it was really never just about sex with me, and the saunas do give me a hypersexual venue that I sometimes crave, but not always seek. Overall though, it’s good to have options. Also it is hard to go to a sauna with a bf. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Oftentimes I just have to go by myself before or after bf time. Next up, AirBNB recommendations, my choice of companion, and the journey to Recife…

Fuck, luiz’s body looks so perfect!

I have habit of asking my long time off if they want something to eat and if they want, we go to some place before we head for hotel. Even if we can't hold conversation because of his poor / no English we still can smile at each other and I can't see problem , at least on my side. " I like you " and ' you are beautiful" they always understand and soi do I when they tell me I'm handsome regardless how undeveloped their Thinglish is

Thanks for all the insightful and very helpful input, guys. In the past I’ve sometimes received money requests from boys after returning home. I never sent money. I don't intend to this time either. I get the impression he’s desperate to find a boyfriend to take care of him. He seems equally desperate to avoid having to work as a money boy in a bar. He tells me he started work in the bar (he’s a recent recruit) because his friend from home said that was how he could find a girlfriend, sic Google. I said “So?” He said, I found many men, but no one loved me. Anyway, I guess I’ll make him a lump sum payment on last day rather than each day. This does seriously jeopardize my inveterate butterfly ways. But, in addition to being my ideal in outward appearance, he syncs perfectly with my needs/desires. The first I've met who does. And yes, Reader, your points are well taken. Carpe Diem it will be.

I slept up to 8am, and he arrived 9:30. He called Henrique (the friend he had recommended as a bottom but could not take my dick), and arranged with him to bring to the beach premium quality weed. At 10am we were calling an Uber and heading to Ipanema. Traffic was worse than usual, as Avenida Atlantica is closed on Sundays, but it was a short trip and soon we were setting up camp between Posto 8 and Posto 9, a barraca with the rainbow flag up. We got cadeiras, a parasol, and relaxed to enjoy the sun and the peace. There was activity, but this is the cold season for the locals and it was not crowded. Actually, a significant number of the beach goers were Argentinean tourists. Not only I was impressed by that, but also for the number of Argentinean vendors offering empanadas argentinas. I called one of them, bought empanadas, and chatted a little bit. He shared that he was living comfortably by working a few hours selling empanadas in the beaches. As I said, he was not alone, there were many of them. IMG_3433.MOV I also learned that Yerba Mate is a very popular infusion for Cariocas. I knew it was popular in the South, amongst Gauchos, but not in Rio. Of course, I then realized it was probably one more trace of the Guaranitic influence. The Tupi Guarani area of influence used to reach well up to the North of Brazil. Not only the names of fruits and places was a trace of this pre-columbian culture, but also Yerba Mate. Beach vendors would walk around carrying tanks with the beverage and big bags of biscuits to eat with it. I did not try the biscuits, I wonder if they are similar at all to the ones usually eaten in Argentina with mate. The day was beautiful and we stayed up to 3pm. We said goodbye to Henrique and headed to my place. Diego wanted a farewell sex, but I think he finally understood that I just like kissing and fondling with him. We did it a lot and got some pizza while I was packing and cleaning up the Airbnb. At 4:30 we kissed (and kissed, and kissed, and kissed) goodbye, at 5pm I was calling my Uber to go to Galeao. I had the chance to know both local airports. When I arrived, my flight from Campinas landed in Santos Dumont. I loved the layout of the airport, so open to Rio’s beautiful landscape. Galeao is less particular, and more universal, just like any other big international airport, closed and refrigerated. I want to finish this report now, so when I arrive to Buenos Aires I can refocus on Argentina. It is going to be hard. I am leaving Rio completely in love with the city, I liked it even more than Salvador. I am socially challenged (that is a big deal of my difficulty to fully enjoy saunas) and need a long time to relax, feel comfortable, and start actually building relationships. I will be back, and will stay longer than just one week. One of the things I liked is that my portuñol worked much better than in Salvador. I do not know if I am getting better or if Rio’s inhabitants are more used to Argentineans’ mumbling, but I was able to communicate far better than in Bahia. Later on I will write in my blog more in detail about some experiences, but in this travel log I will be switching from now on to Buenos Aires, with apparently a quick escapade to Montevideo. See you all soon.

I am right now at Galeao waiting for my flight to Campinas first, and Buenos Aires finally. I will have plenty of time to update this report, and the wifi here is way better than in my airbnb. Let’s start where I left. After my successful night at Pointe, the first one when I actually enjoyed the sauna scene, I was exhausted. Despite sleeping 8 hours, I got up the following morning still tired. I was still without spending a day in the beach, and thought about doing it. Fortunately, before leaving, I decided to text Luiz and Jonathan to organize a threesome in the afternoon, expecting they would take their time to respond. I am quite confident I would have gotten their interest with 150, but I really liked them and offered R200 to come to my place at 4pm. I was wrong, both responded immediately and affirmatively. So I decided to stay home to rest and be ready for them. The day before I had three wonderful orgasms (with Diego before leaving, and with Luiz and Jonathan at the sauna), when I usually am a one shot shooter. Needless to say, I did not want to underperform with these two geishas together. Surprisingly, considering the standard Brazilian unpunctuality, both arrived almost together, just 15’ after 4. Jonathan was staying also in Copacabana, just a 15’ walk from my place; but Luiz lives 1:30 hours away. Kudos to him. Jonathan wanted a shower, so we got started with Luiz. I could not praise this boy enough. As you all know, I am a big slut and have been with many, many men in my almost 4 decades of active homosexual sluttyness. Luiz is in the same category than Italo, absolutely exceptional, the best of the best lovers. He gives himself totally into it, with generosity and, at the same time, with selfishness. He is focused on pleasing you, but he also looks for being pleased. Exactly what I like, a sex freak. When Jonathan came out of the shower we had been passionately kissing and fondling with Luiz for 15 minutes, and we were very horny and ready to fuck. However, we had to cool down to meet Jonathan where he was and bring him up to our state. It did not take much time. Although Jonathan is not at the level of Luiz or Italo Andrade, he is also an excellent lover and just a pinch below. In just a minute we three were kissing and fondling, and in 10 minutes started also to perform oral sex in all the possible combinations of three. I am sharing these pictures with their permission. Luiz does not want to show his face, but he is hot and with a very sexy and kinky expression. The level os passion of these two boys is out of the chart. It was smoking hot. After a while, I started to fuck Luiz while he was sucking Jonathan. His ass is super receptive, I did not need lube to get in smoothly. We played in that position for a while, until Jonathan lost control and busted. He could not go on and asked for a break to smoke a cigarette and regain energy. Yes, get used to it, almost all these boys smoke tobacco. It is weird, though. I usually taste the flavor coming from their lugs, but not here. Several of my partners asked for a smoke after fucking, and I was surprised every single time. While Jonathan was smoking his cigarette, Luiz and I moved into the bedroom, where I had set the A/C to help us with the heat. The previous action was all in the living room. In bed, we started kissing and fondling again, waiting for Jonathan. He soon joined us and we, again, went through all the combinations for oral sex allowed for three. I asked Jonathan to fuck Luiz, and he did it while I alternated kissing each of them. Then I asked Jonathan to choose who he wanted to fuck him first. As Luiz’ dick is longer but thiner than mine, he chose him. We went one fucking several times, in different positions, I forget now the details. I do remember that towards the end I asked Luiz if he wanted me to cum inside oh him, and he said no (I did not ask Jonathan because he demands a condom while Luiz is into barebacking, I do not like busting with a condom on). I was surprised because I did cum inside of him in the sauna. And then I remembered @Tomcal's observation: one thing is what the boys will do alone with you, and another thing what they are willing to do in front of other boys. So I asked him to kiss me to cum together. He kissed me in four while jerking off, and in the middle of our interaction Jonathan started to fuck him again. We exploded almost together, and just a couple of minutes later Jonathan pulled out, took his condom away, and busted on Luiz’ back. The whole experience was the best threesome I ever had for free or for a fee. Both of them were consistently hard (with the exception of the break Jonathan took after busting at the very beginning, it took him a while to recover his erection). Perhaps part of the success was due to the fact that they had already worked together for another client, so they knew each other and were comfortable. I never felt excluded, and wonderfully I never felt I was the center of the action. It was the perfect threesome where no one is left aside and each one is fully cared of. No one single participant was the center, we all were. After busting we stayed together kissing, hugging, and chatting. When we left bed we took the pictures. Both of them had very sweets words for me, that I am going to keep for me. Let’s just say that they complimented me for making sure they were enjoying the experience. Apparently, most clients do not do that, according to them. Of course, I am aware it could be bull shit to make me feel great. Well, they did an outstanding job at bull shitting, and I choose to believe them. We had been almost two hours together and they had to leave. Jonathan was going to 117, Luiz to spend Saturday night with his family. I took a shower, try to recover my breath, and an hour and a half later I was leaving to have my second time in 117. It was Saturday, it was supposed to be a strong day over there. I was arriving to 117 about 8pm. This time, thanks to @Tartegogo's tip, I went straight to the smoking bar in the building's backyard. I liked the place, it reminded me of Sauna Fox at Salvador. As Tarte noticed, the contrast between the first bar, freezing with A/C and empty, and this back space warm and crowded, was remarkable. However, I did not like the boys' attitude. There were some boys heading insistently on me but I did not like them (I am very picky when I am paying). The few boys I did like were Divas who would not make eye contact with me. I hang out over there 30’, did not see Jonathan who would have entertained me, and decided to go to Pointe. At 8:45 I was walking into Pointe 202. Uber is wonderful in Brazil. The sauna was crowded, very lively and friendly, I definitively like this sauna much more than 117. A little bit after 9pm they had a show with a nice drag queen and a White stripper, a little bit too old for me. Despite liking the atmosphere and enjoying the company, I was not lucky. I talked to about six boys I liked, but they all were or only top or versatile. Of course, I think they were the versatile kind I am not interested in. As I said before, self sacrifice is a turn off for me. Nevertheless, they were very friendly, we kissed and touched, and I invited with drinks to all of them to reward them for their time with me. One of them, who went out of his way to seduce me, and who ever tried to introduce me to boys he thought I would like, ended with me paying for his ticket (R20 for GPs) besides his drink. I was coming from having outstanding sex, otherwise I would have accepted a programa without penetration. I am confident that all those boys trying to convince me to rent a suite with them would have accepted R50 for a session of kissing and oral sex and mutual masturbation. I guess that will be my future once my erection loses strength. I was expecting to find Diego, but he had spend the day in the beach with his girlfriend (he took her to Praia de Grumari where we went together before) and decided to stay home and rest instead of coming to the sauna looking for programas. When the crowd was fading and it was clear that I would not go with any of the boys, I left and went home to sleep my last night in Rio. Earlier on, I had good news. Officially, I had to check out of my airbnb at 10am, although my flight was departing at 9:20pm. After explaining the situation to the owner of the condo, he let me stay up to 5pm without asking for any extra payment. At 2am Diego woke me up. He called to apologize for not being in the sauna and to beg me to spend with me my last day in Rio. He promised he would come to my nest before 10am (that was always our dates time, and he never made it punctually) to take me to Ipanema. I go on in another post, I am afraid of reaching the words limit here.

19yo gay performer from Utah on the recent episode of SYTYCD

nation and it's visitors should be eternally grateful that somebody did not get an idea to evacuate whole city for event, that would be a sight !

I think that the net ad volume has grown quite a bit in 3 years. I follow them frequently and have only occasionally seen cross-over with the GdeP inventory in the clubs we frequent, never a Rio gogo but a few São Paulo gogos. ----- Has anyone other than me quietly observed outdoors the skittishness of program guys about being seen heading to 117? They are usually more comfortable at the busy corner, but there is no way many of them would be 'caught dead' entering a gay brothel, say, beside eatery Braseirinho just up from Vila Rica dining and across from other small but packed outdoor social venues. What with the cray-cray pop-up sidewalk seating busy evenings. Some guys approach from the west. Others do a quick surveillance. Discretion is important. Not sure Srs M or E have ever noticed this trend. Many clubs have low-exposure access. The Lion's corner is less saturated but the building design suggests the entrance is within view of two small corner eateries with pop-up sidewalk seating or standing with a snack and beverage, irrespective of the approach from Augusto Severino or easterly on Joaquim Silva. La Paris drinks and snacks named for the park, and Bico de Ouro full meals. The club entrance is also possibly visible from two other social gathering eateries on the opposite side of narrow Joaquim Silva.

You may be right in your suspicions but not necessarily so . While in real life there are free lunches certainly you are not in financial position to extract one from that boy so yes pay him up and tell him to save that money, whether he will listen is another story and not your problem.I'd pay at end of your time together but make sure you put money for that aside daily so you will not run out of funds. My experience is mixed. Once I took Bangkok boy to Pattaya for few days at his request and all he wanted is to pay off fee to his bar and expenses while in Pattaya. He kept his side of bargain and did not request me to buy him anything costly . At end of trip I gave him my long time rate for each day we were together and he was clearly reluctant to take it but eventually several kisses and few tears later he did, certainly he earned it. I was so moved by him sticking to his word that made mistake of giving him my e-mail to keep in touch. After few of ' how are you , missing you every day type" requests for loans or give aways started and not even in small amounts, complete with account number and instructions how to do it. But I stand my stingy ground. Next time I visited his bar he created kind of scene that I offed other boy , not him and this is where things between us ended. Never heard from him again so I assume he was more upset with me than I with his antics. Other case was completely opposite , I spent few days and night with Cambodian in Siem Reap and gave him my e-mail as well . We exchanged several before things silenced out but never got even smallest hint that he wants anything from me. Whether he was not brave enough to ask or he landed some regular job and decided to leave his MB past behind him by cutting all ties to former life out I will never know. It's why I say be careful but not paranoid , a lot of those boys are truly generous even if they don't have much to share so they share what they have.

In 17 years and 40 or so trips, I’ve had three guys ask me via email for money. I told all the three the same thing: when I’m in Bangkok I can help you but I never send anyone money because I need to save it for my next trip. They didn’t ask a second time. There are a lot of things this young man could be thinking. But if you choose to see the glass as always half empty you’ll never be able to view it as half full. You’ve come a long way to meet guys unlike those you meet at home. Carpe diem.

This is certainly not a ploy money boy will never tell you that unless he really likes you or planning to make serious relationship with you. If I were you I wouldn't pay him every day he might be offended but I will give him the full amount for his service at the end of the trip for his time and tell him you are not paying for the sex with him but to help him for his future.

I agree with J. Sunee Plaza extremely quiet. Last night I was in Jomtien Complex and surprised how quiet it. I had a good time in massage shop followed by drinks with two friendly lads at Cockatoo. Nai and Pong aka Boy a pleasure to know and have a drink with. A few night ago, I was surprised to see only 2 boys on stage at Toy Boys in Boyztown. Only difference from J. was in Dream Boys, where I counted 15 gogo boys on stage. Only 2 customers, my friend and me. I had a drink with Yut, delightful older gogo boy with fair command of English.

Day 0.5: Preparation 1. AirBNB Recommendations One thing that stayed in my head from my December trip to Salvador, where I hung out with @Latbear4blk for the first time, sauna boys usually asked me where I stayed because they said that most hotels in Salvador did not allow guests to have visitors up to their rooms. While this only happened exactly once in my life (in Yangon, Myanmar - I was so disappointed, we had to do it in the hookup’s apartment), I believe @Latbear4blk was able to play with his boys in his hotel in Farol da Barra. Still, I had this in mind when I was booking Recife and Fortaleza accomodations. I never even thought about booking a hotel and just looked at AirBNB. Fortunately, most Brazil AirBNB’s allow visitors, because usually the unit is in an ordinary residential apartment building, where of course visitors are allowed, unless the AirBNB listing specifically says NO GUESTS. I stay away from these. And most nice apartment complexes in Brazil also had a pool, a gym (usually simple but serviceable), a parking spot and a 24 hours porter for security. When I look at an AirBNB listing, I check if the name of the apartment complex is mentioned, to do a quick Google search of the complex that tell you where it is exactly in relation to the beach, markets or shopping, what kind of facilities it has (some photos in the apartment’s website usually are available) etc. I asked the boyfriend as to where he wanted to stay in Recife, since he spent almost a year of his early 20s in Recife. He preferred to stay in the relatively safe and rich beach district of Boa Viagem. Looking at AirBNB for my dates, filtering for “pools”, “24 hour check in” and “gym” I was able to find way more than I could want. I put in “<$40 a day”, “1 bedroom or more” and the most important “kitchen” filter and found a more manegeable ~50 properties. I found several that didn’t specifically say “NO GUESTS”, and had the name of the property either in the listing or in one of the listing’s photos, looked at where the building was in Boa Viagem, and narrowed it down to 3. I let the BF choose which he liked. He chose the property that had a big kitchen, 2 bedrooms and baths and nice faciltiies. It was going to be our home for a week. As for dates, it was a little bit tricky. If you look at my dates in the previous post, I will arrive at 7 AM in Recife, and leave at 2:30 AM. So I book dates starting with the night before I arrive, so I can check in early the next day (making sure the place has 24 hour check-in, I checked), and then check out will be the day I leave. For Fortaleza, it was less clear to me where to stay. I did not intend to have the BF go with me in the tiny 24 hour connection I had before flying back to Miami. So I did a similar search for Fortaleza like I did above, and found a lot of nice properties along Beira Mar Avenue (along the beach) in the Meireles district of Fortaleza. Google maps showed that there were also a lot of hotels near the properties I looked at, telling me that the area was touristy. So I just book a place that looked nice and had my requirements (no NO GUESTS for example). Since I arrived in Fortaleza at 3:20 AM, I had to book dates starting the night before, and the next night as well, even if I was only going to stay for 24 hours. But for a total 2-day stay for $71, it hardly mattered that I was booking 2 nights. Was I right with my choices of habitation? Stay tuned. 2. My Choice of Companion I do not go to Brazil to look for a boyfriend. So it’s strange that I always have one. I am a very good solo traveler, but I do not like to be alone when I get to my destination. In past Brazil sex vacations I’ve tried a week of just going at it alone, and just subsisting on free Grindr hook-ups, sauna visits and paid dates with site boys, but invariably, almost alway, my experience turns into inviting some old (and new) friends to the apartment and just letting the magic of Brazil run its course. I would get less sex probably this way than if I do it the other way, but Brazil does have a way of giving you what you really need instead of what you want. In my case it was friendship and companionship, as well as a view of the culture not readily available to tourists (not to mention my Portuguese fluency gowing leaps and bounds with every trip), instead of just sex and checking off tourist spots. I find that once you get to know people well in an area, it is inevitable that one finds a companion, a boyfriend, that matches your own needs and quirks. I long stopped fighting the urge to pair up and just went with the flow. I really think that I open myself up to be boyfriends with Brazilians precisely because it is not a huge commitment: I get the benefits of having a relationship (love! sex! companionship!); I still get to live my life in California, and ultimately, and this is important, it never ultimately works out because of a myriad of things (infidelity! fights and disagreements! distance!). When I booked this trip I was dating this beautiful, worked out, green-eyed, 27 year old Mineiro who lives in Rio. He was a very popular Garoto de Programa who was able to get himself out of the sex trade by saving enough to buy a car and motorcycle, and then became a motoboy, at a favela and a sometimes Uber driver (only on busy holidays and festivals). We started dating late last year, and he also started being friends with my friends in Sao Paulo. I’d visit him monthly, sometimes twice a month (did I mention he was beautiful?). Things were hot and heavy the first few months and then it got a little weird the last month. I then got a harried Whatsapp message from his girlfriend(!), who found out about me while she snooped in his phone. Turns out he started dating her a month prior, and she had no clue I even existed. I sent her messages (prints) to the Mineiro, and afterwards, the inevitable drama, crying, explanations followed. He told me he was pressured to have a girlfriend after his sister found a photo of him and me together, being lovey dovey, in a friend’s facebook. So he had to deny this to his family and pretend to date a girlfriend to quash the gay rumors. Whatever. This was exactly what I thought would happen (in one form or another). I never really hoped that any of my relationships here would last, so this was the perfect time for me to bow out. I bid him goodbye but he didn’t accept it. I blocked him on Whatsapp and he messages me on Facebook, then Instagram. After all those blocked he texts me on iMessage. It took me about a week of this back on forth to finally get him to admit defeat. He also lost my friends in the process. I really liked the guy and maybe the relationship was going to work, but the promise of single life and being able to Grindr and sauna in peace has taken over me once I was given the opening. And just when I was planning to fully take a huge juicy bite of the single-life apple, I met another former Garoto de Programa to become boyfriends with. Sigh. Yes he is also beautiful, worked out, blah blah, everything you need out of a seemingly genetically engineered Brasileiro. I met him in March, been boyfriends ever since. A month before this trip I bought him tickets to meet me in Recife. I carved some alone time (not enough, but some) to hunt on my own. We shall see what happens with that. 3. The Journey to Recife I was looking forward to spending time with the BF in the Northeast, since I’ve only hung out with him in Rio, SP and his home state of Santa Catarina. But I also, at the very least, wanted to carve out solo time for myself, to hunt either on Grindr or the saunas. This is THE constant stuggle of my life actually, the push and pull between how awesome being in a relationship with a sexy, interesting and amazing man, and the freedom, wonder and intensity of meeting new pople. The struggle is finding a good balance of both. Ultimately I fail, but the fun is in the trying. My first attempt at balance: I wanted to see the BF on my very first day (I missed him!), but booked his flight to arrive later in the day (early evening) than my own arrival, enabling me to at least get some hours of rest and hunting. No sauna time possible the first day, but a week before my trip, I did a GPS spoof with Grindr and found a massive treasure trove of boys who were interested. This was promising. Weather forecasts for the week showed sunny conditions during the day and some showers at night. Since it was “winter” in Brazil, and the Northeast, the temperatures were a little bit cooler than summer, so it was looking good. Which meant packing mostly tank tops, shorts, and flip flops, with the odd t-shirts and pants for date nights. Ordered my usual suite of travel sized items, including 5 cans of spray sun block, which I found came in handy in Brazil, since the stuff they sell in the beaches are easily 5 times more expensive, and in drugstores at least 3 times more. Once I got to Miami I flung my way across Miami airport to get to Terminal J, which was at the very end of the South Terminal. Here is where I am thankful for my status in American Airlines: despite the very cheap economy fare in LATAM, I was able to reserve a seat (window), line up to LATAM’s priority check in, spend time in LATAM’s lounge in Miami (where there was a Copa America Quarterfinal match between Chile – Colombia watched by very lively Chilean passengers waiting for their flight to Santiago), and get priority boarding (Group 2). Once on board, I see the usual old and tired LATAM décor and colors, but fairly dependable and benign anyway. Leg room was reasonable, but found out that the flight was not full (maybe ¾ full), and therefore the seats at the back (where I was) had passengers, including me, who had the whole row to themselves. After takeoff and getting to cruising altitude, I took off my seat belt and laid flat on my whole row. I didn’t bother waiting for dinner or breakfast, knowing that LATAM’s dining offerings were not worth the giving up the extra minutes (hours) of shut-eye I will need. If I was going to spend 12 hours alone in Recife before the BF arrives, I better have all the energy I can muster. This is my 13th trip to Brazil, and by this time I know very well that rest (more than money) is the most important thing to have in abundance. Recife immigration was pretty quick and hassle free, and I actually had a nice conversation with the officer, in English. He made some remark about my passport, because it was full of Brazilian entry and exit stamps. I usually had my stock response ready (one that was fairly benign and safe), but I was excited to start my Recife adventure. So I told him the truth: that I was going to spend a week with my boyfriend who was from SC. He laughed, and found this amusing, and gave me some tips on where to go and what to do. “Bom trabalho,” I said, wishing him well with the rest of his shift. He winked, and said “I’ll see you soon.” Not sure if that was a threat or a an invitation. I zipped through customs, and the classic welcome sign greeted me: Two other things I do that is almost second nature to me by now when traveling to Brazil. (1) One was buy bottled water at the airport upon arriving. If I was going to hit the ground running, I won’t waste time looking for the basics necessities on the first day, and while I had everything I needed in my luggage (condoms, lube), not all apartments had drinking water in the fridges. If I was gonna have sex marathons, water is usually required in breaks to refresh one’s body after exchanging fluids with strangers. The other thing is to (2) get Brazilian Reals at the Banco 24 Horas. I’ve always just used my Charles Schwab ATM that was ATM fee free, international transaction fee free, and had competitive exchange rates in Brazil. The challenge was to find ATMs in Brazil that would accept them. It works *sometimes* with the big Brazilian banks like Bradesco and Banco do Brasil, but *always* at Banco 24 Horas ATMs. Again, I don't want to waste time looking for this ATM in the city, while I could be just getting laid. Airports usually had them, and Recife airport was no different. 1000 reals to start the vacation: Next up, it was a cum 4 times a day kind of day…

Yesterday, after Wagner, I was exhausted. I have been planning a walking excursion to the beaches in Copacabana and Ipanema that is always being postponed. I canceled it for the second time. Although I needed a nap, I wanted to catch up with my writing, I am so behind. I am working in a new post for my blog that should have been published last Tuesday. By the way, if you guys have not seen Rhyheim Shabazz and Jay Alexander last scene, you are missing something. When I am back to working, brribrrip, Grindr again. A pretinho very sexy offering me a program for R100. He was so sexy that made me horny again, even sent me a video playing like a puppy with his dick hard. I was in. We set an appointment at 5 (it was noon), I would text him at 4 to confirm. I tried to keep writing but I was too sleepy and now had an extra motivation to rest and recover strength. I took a nap. At 4 I text him to his WhatsApp to confirm. He responds it is ok. At 4:30 he texts me he is on his way. According to Grindr, he is 12 miles away. At 5:30 there is no sign of him. So I use the translator and text a joke: "Brazilians' only flaw, besides Bolsonaro, is that they are never on time", adding a big smily to make clear is a joke. He did not like it, and responds that he was having lunch with his family when I texted at 4 (an earlier agreed confirmation time), and asking if I wanted him to turn around and go back to his home. This reaction was a yellow flag for me. He would be the only guy I was inviting to my place without being recommended by a third party. His reaction made me quite distrustful. I asked him what was his estimated time for arriving. He would be arriving at 6:15 for an appointment at 5. I canceled. It was not a big deal, I wanted to have some energies for my first visit to 117. As I was frustrated with my saunas experiences, I decided to do some homework. I reread the thread Brazilian Saunas. I had read it three years ago, when I started fantasizing about traveling to Brazil. Now, with four Brazilian saunas in my background, I was impressed at how accurate, detailed, and useful @Tomcal posts were. After the reading, I head to 117, the best sauna to go on a Thursday according to a table posted in page 5 of that thread. I arrived about 7:15, sat in the bar after a walk around, and summoned the spirits of @Tomcal, @Tartegogo, and @numazu1. Actually, I just texted with numazu who calmed my natural anxiety and helped me to relax. If this was one of the popular days, I was underwhelmed. Many boys but not so many clients, the place looked semi empty. Many gorgeous boys seemed to be more interested in watching porn in their phones than in paying attention to the clients. Sitting in my table I rejected about 2 bodybuilders and 2 guys in their thirties. Out of the crowd of hot boys, I had selected about three I was interested in, but they were ignoring me. How did they dare. Finally, one of them made eye contact and came to my table. Edouardo, 23 y.o., from Niteroi. He works during the day in a street post selling burgers and street food with his aunt and his big brother. Tall, broad shoulders, beautiful muscular arms and huge butts and dick. I asked him whether he liked women, as I am tired of bad sex with "straight" G4P boys. His response was "women are difficult". Point for him. He insisted on going to a suite. As I still had fresh in my memory Tomcal's anecdotes, I told him that I wanted to kiss with several boys and would choose the one who kissed me the best. Edouardo asked me how I would determine that, and we immediately started kissing. Damn he was good, of course, as most Brazilians, and his dick got immediately hard without playing with it. It was a little weird that when he was sitting with me, he was less attractive than when I would look at him from some distance. So I kept sending him to the counter to get drinks and contemplated his beauty. The other boys I wanted seemed to be busy, it was early, so I took the programa with him. When I asked his price, he told me 150. I know that means I could have had him for 100, but I feel bad paying so little, 150 is my price to go. The suite was very roomy, much better than the one I got in 202. We did not waste time, as soon as we closed the door, we started to make out passionately. He was the first sauna GP that did not need to clean his ass for me. He was ready to bottom, a very good sign. He did well, the first sauna GP I fuck and I feel he is enjoying it and not doing me a favor. An additional extra good point for him: I do not even know whether or not the room had a TV to play porn, he did not need it, and made me feel he was actually into me. I would not say this was excellent sex, but was good, the best I had so far in the sauna setting. He asked me if I wanted him to cum, but I told him he could save it for other programas, it was just 8, and I busted jerking off and kissing him once I pulled out after fucking him in a couple of positions. When we finished I payed him (I was not using the locker) , freed him and the room, and went back to the bar to see if I was lucky and could get another one. The two boys that would worth a second fuck were with clients, so I finished my drink and went back home. I think I like more 202. Please, notice I have been very few times (once in 117 and twice in 202) in these saunas to have a strong opinion. I am sharing just my initial impression. I prefer 202 layout although 117 seems to have better quality facilities. I like that the boys in 202 seem to concentrate in the downstairs bar making it easier to see the offer, while the guys in 117 are spread all over the place and sometimes just flash through the bar without paying much attention to the folks hanging out over there. It looks like the guys in 117 are less in the Twink side and more in gym joke type, with many body builders. They also seem to come from a less challenged social background than the boys in 202. Something that definitively like more in 202 is that all the boys are working the clients, paying attention to you and trying to get a programa. In 117 at least half of the boys struck me as divas waiting for you to go to them. If possible, I will go again to 117 tonight (please anyone let me know if these are not the right choices) and my last night here, tomorrow Saturday, to 202. Let's see if that is enough to turn my impressions in strong opinions. Last night I slept like a baby. I was exhausted. Right now I am waiting for Diego, it is going to be our third day together. Hopefully we will go today to the beaches in Copacabana and Ipanema. By the way, I just remembered one of tomcat's comments about the sauna boys. He points out how affectionate they may be in private, as opposite to no public demonstrations of affection at all. This was true in my interaction with Marcelo back in December, in Salvador. However, it is not an accurate description in Diego's case. I am making this point not to argue with tomcal (I would not dare) but to highlight how special Diego is. When we are riding Uber around, he always makes sure his leg is strongly against mine, and holds my hand. He has also held my hand in public when we were having lunch in Praia de Grumari. See you all later.

Hi. I didn't have a chance to sample the scene or saunas. Arrived Friday afternoon and came back Monday. Saturday - all day taken up with Chernobyl visit. Met a few guys off of Grindr and Hornet, was advised Hornet was more popular locally for meets. Was a mixture of free guys and guys asking for cash... but they weren't asking for much. Try and stay near Independence Square as this is where guys will hang out of an evening time and weekends.

for that price one can organize personal special show in own room with touching performer welcomed and at times encouraged