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Reporting back live from Samed... Beautiful island, with all buildings below tree height. Some busy beaches i.e. Sai Kaew, packed with Chinese and many boating trips. Some private upscale ones i.e. Ao Prao where Japanese families predominate. Silver Sands bar is 10% gay - good music, fire shows and cheap drinks. Good nearby restaurants. If I was on my own I think I would stay at a little quiet beach with simple rooms and restaurants. Luang Wang for example. Its definitely not a place to meet new boys.

Interesting...I think the sign has been up for months. Be nice to have them back in opeeration.

I’ve been a daddy on several occasions and agree with Boy69 that you have to be careful in the relationship. Thai boys can be unstable and as we all know “face” is so important to Thais. They can get very angry when being dumped. I had to leave Pattaya in a hurry once when I terminated a boy that I had had with me for about 10 days. He came back to the Ambiance and banged on my door. I was in bed with another boy and he went into a rage threatening me with violence. I only got rid of him by giving him a good amount of baht. I immediately checked out and caught the first bus in the morning to Bkk and spent the remainder of my trip there. I should have recognised signs that he regarded our relationship as daddy/son.

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 thought I was bad and I do some of this when I fly but she has given me a true lesson in travel.

I've traveled with guys a lot - in and around Thailand and SE Asia and beyond (well, Bali a few times). I think it is important to be considerate of your traveling partner. It may be "your" vacation, and you may be paying, but you're traveling with a human being who deserves respect. They're not disposable travel accessories. I have a friend who is a great guy, sends all his money home, lives in a shared apartment with no A/C. Doesn't really get to travel very much. A customer took him to a nice destination, but they never left the resort. His customer didn't like the hot weather. And his customer told him he didn't want to go to the gym or the beach at the resort. I felt so bad for the guy. A little sightseeing would have been such a nice simple gesture and made him so happy. Also, for what it is worth, I think there's a lot of data out there that supports the view that thinking and caring about the "other" person maximizes your own happiness.

Thanks for reports. A good way to anticipate my stay in Rio starting next monday ...

butterflying has it's own advantages. It pay to watch for signs when guy becomes a bit possessive and trying to implement his own agenda and day schedule on us, it may lead to troubles in near future so it's better to act fast to lose strings he is weaving.

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.

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!

Drink Price 350 baht / Boy Drink also 350 baht Lucky Boys is surprisingly a large place, decor is like a 1960’s stripteases club complete with a mirror ball. Seats are all sofa type and very comfortable unlike Moonlight stools. There were around 30-40 boys wearing black underwear with Lucky Boys written in white letters. Mostly twinks with a few muscular boys. I arrived 10:30 show time. It was non stop single lady boy lip sync shows until 11:10 so arrive before 10:30 or after 11:00 unless your intention is to off lady boys. lol There were about 40 customers including 10 Asian female customers. Surprisingly female ratio is much higher than Moonlight’s. I found a familiar face of Jupiter’s Vietnamese boy Bi #23. Apparently he moved to Lucky Boys last Friday. He is wearing #71 now. Notes; • Customers are allowed to smoke even at show time but since the place is big not so health hazard like Screwboys. • Music is very loud

SInce the day i went to live to Brazil, I have been posting some regular detailed reports about the situation of Brazilian saunas. From now on I am going to provide the smallest amount of what i believe it is the most helpful information to let you decide where to go and when, and what you''ll fine in there. The reports are based on the last 3 months (Apr-June) RJ-117 (typically toned to muscular very good-looking guys, great facilities) - Best day is still tuesday (free suites). Monday closed. Saturdays, Sundays and Thursdays are still worth to visit (in this order). Fridays are hit or miss. Wednesdays are slow. RJ-202 (typycally a mixture between good-looking toned guys, and twinks, good facilities) - Best day is Wednesday (free suites). Tuesday closed. Friday (free suites) and Monday are worth a visit (in this order). Other days are slow RJ-NMM - Just forget SP-Lagoa (same description ad RJ-117, more model-looking guys, more gay looking guys) - Best day is Friday. Saturdays, Sundays and Wednesdays are IMHO worth a visit (in this order). Other days are slow SP-Fragata - Just skip BH-Olimpo - Cannot compare to other saunas because of the size. Hit or miss every day, but beautiful place where I always had at least one great encounter each day i went in there. PA-General - To me the sauna scene is dead in there....or at least on an halt.

An electrician was installing fixtures Monday night. When I asked “when open” the reply was “maybe one week.”

When was this so-called “heyday” of the Dongtan Gay Beach ?. Any opinions ?. Certainly around 2005 to 2010 my impression that it was very gay then. Families, str couples and single females were, whilst not completely absent rather a tiny minority. In fact when you saw a younger lady the general opinion was that she liked being there because she did not get pestered.

I needed 24 hours of resting. Last night I slept 10 hours, which is completely unusual. Buenos Aires seems ready to welcome me warmly, but I am a little bit frustrated. I love the city, but after living here 20 years it is nit a place for exploring and adventure. My plan was writing and devoting to family and friends in the mornings and afternoons, and fucking as much as possible at night. However, I am having technical issues publishing video in my blog. I mentioned before that post that I should have published a week ago, but I am stuck because of the technical problems. I cannot read a new book until I finish the one I am reading. Similarly, I cannot start writing a new article until I publish the draft I am working on. I am very frustrated with this, just try a Tweet to Wordpress to see if that way I can get some help. Besides that, everything looks good. My Airbnb is located just one block away from La Biela, the Recoleta landmark cafe. Today I had breakfast with my mother, but tomorrow I will be there. Compared to the apartment I got in Rio, I am not sure which one I prefer. This one is located in a very fancy area, and is nicely furnished, and the bathroom is more roomy. However, the kitchen and h appliances suck. In Rio the kitchen was fully equipped and I had a full fridge, and I am missing that. I am also missing Brazilians' friendliness. Porteños, after a week in Brazil, are often rude and unpleasant. I am having saudade. To add to my saudade, Luiz texted me with a sketchy story typical of GPs. He went to his mom's home to get money to pay his rent. When he was living was jumped and robbed. He sent a picture of his bruised face. He is asking me to lend R800 that he would pay back. I responded with a sketchy story of my own. When I arrived to Buenos Aires I sold my dollars and was scammed and given forged money. I had to ask for help to my friends and relatives, and suggested him to do the same. I did nt her from him again. My Grindr is driving me crazy. I am talking to three guys (for free hook ups) right now. As you know, I do not have sex with average guys. I am a pretentious below average slut. Tonight I am meeting a 21 y.o. Venezuelan who is coming to my place. On Friday, we are going to Kim 0, a strippers bar I want to know, with a 27 y.o. morocho, and then I will kidnap him to my nest. The third for free guy has yet not appointment, but looks good. About paid sex, tomorrow I am meeting Fran. I got infatuated with him about one year ago when I saw his first video for LatinLeche. He is listed in the plans I linked at the beginning of the thread. On Thursday I am meeting with Carlos Aleman. And those are all the appointments so far. Stay tuned.

I am not sure Jonathan will still be in Rio (he was visiting from SP), but if you see him go for it. Excellent boy, almost as good as Italo or Luiz. Even if I was not able to meet them, I am confident to recommend also Yuri Oberon (only top) and Estevão Olivera (vers).

We are staying in Ao Prao resort hotel. 3 mid - up scale hotels share the in-effect private beach. Very quiet but only 5 minutes scooter ride from Silver Sands. I'm not sure I'd enjoy it on my own though.

'My friend you' is certainly a more commonly heard saying.

yes , the same guy he is bit of TV personality, her's with G in his 'On Bed " series

yes google it is... The Thai word used here is แฟน or fan (like football fan, not a ventilator lol) which does mean girlfriend AND/OR boyfriend but has no gender so you need context to work out which. So it's similar to the genderless "lover" or even "spouse" in English.

If the boy perfectly fulfill your needs and desires It's absolutely normal to have him for LT with you. Yes it seems the boy is desperate to go out from the bar scene and find steady boyfriend so you have to be very careful with him not to hurt his feelings but at the other hand not to make any promises to avoid false expectations at boy side.

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

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.

I have very recent although not Thai related story to back you up. Last weekend school friend visited me and it was our reunion after almost 40 years so lots of catching of old times and old friends was to be done . Subject came to vacation of 1978 we spent together with few other friends and he said ' I remember when we were on the bus from A to B and J was beaten by drunk passenger " of course I remember but it was on the bus from C to D, not A to B, said I. He was adamant but I had solution, journal of that vacation in my attic. So I dug it and pronto : written by my own hand that memorable day "on the bus from A to B, J was hit in the face by the drunk" I was ready to bet thousands that it was C to D , so much about memory.

the best time to go has never changed in the 18 years i have been going to Brazilian saunas imho! 5:30 to 9:00 is the peak time for the guys! i usually get there at 5:00 so i can see the guys as they come in and have a drank and survey the “landscape”! usually drag queen shows are around 9:00 give or take a 1/2,hour depending on the sauna! Also remember that the guys have to stay a minimum of 3-1/2 hours, so if they want to get out by 9:00 pm they have to get there by 5:30! Lagoa SP tends to get full of Garotos around 6:00 - to 6::30

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.

Hello. And till what time is it busy usuallY? Or till closing?

Try to arrive at 17 to don't miss the guys who will arrive at around 18 (the majority of them) in the peak days.

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…

First off, thank you to all of you who answered my questions I posted on the forums as I was in the middle of the trip. Who Am I? Expat in Malaysia. 2nd time BKK visitor. On my first trip three years ago, I offed guys from X Boys, Tawan, and Screwboys. I went to Thailand with the sole intention of bottoming, but it was a Myanmar bottom guy from Screwboys who really stuck out to me. Work conditions, finances, and relationships over the next few years made it difficult to get back to BKK until this past weekend. How Did We Get Here? On a drunken and surprisingly romantic night about a month and a half ago, my boyfriend (Asian, 34) and I (American (W), 36) discussed even further the details of our open relationship. I decided to “come out of the closet” to him and reveal my fascination with the Bangkok bar scene. Up until that point, he had expressed nothing but disdain for Bangkok due to bad shopping experiences he had years before. I had been hiding it for a while that Bangkok is actually a place I enjoy, though more for its seedier side. I told him how I enjoy offing MBs in Bangkok after a night of drinking and watching shows. He said he had no problem with it and even brought up the idea of us offing one together. While I thought that was a big step and unlikely given his low priority of sex, I was at least fascinated to see how he would act in the bars. What type of guys would he like? Which bar would he prefer the most? Would he want to call guys over to drink with? Who would he want to off? Well, I decided we should find out the answers to those questions, so we booked our trip the next week. He gave me complete control of the planning as long I made sure we could do some shopping each day. Based off the title of this trip report, I'm guessing you can figure out the results of the trip. Still, though, given some of the situations, it was still a sexy trip and I'm still processing my excitement. We were in BKK from Friday, July 5th to Monday, July 8th. Here's the itinerary and teaser titles that I'll be fleshing out in the next few installments. They will be much sexier than this introduction! Night 1: Dream Boys - Dreaming of MrBarFight Night 2: Moonlight - Battle of the Bulges & Hot Male - The One I Really Wanted To Off Night 3: Tawan - I'll Take Them All & Jupiter - He's Living My Best Life

I see there are more and more positive reviews for Vietnamese boys , I think will try one an my next trip .

On the last night of this trip, I decided it would just be drinking and enjoying the company of boys. No offs. I did my preparations inside my hotel room and after dinner, I walked into Lucky Boys at 10pm. Damn. It was crowded. Then I realised it was a Saturday night. I wanted the comfy semi circle booth sofa seats with the round table in front. They had all been taken. Mamasan L sat me down at front row table and promised to move me once the seats were available. I looked at the menu and ordered a bottle of Jack Daniels (4000 baht) and a bottle of 100 Pipers (2200 baht). It’s gonna be whisky night! L gave instructions to waiter and they both went off to get the bottles. Bottles arrive and this time, both bottles were placed in front of me in plain sight. A few nights ago, the bottle was placed out of sight and I had commented that it emptied out quicker than I had expected. I suspected some of the older mamasans and even waiters had helped themselves to it. L confirmed my suspicions. “Sorry, they shouldn’t do it. Tonight put bottle in front. Only you and boy drink.” I smiled and pointed at him, “And you drink with me also!” I signalled to waiter to prepare L a glass of Jack Daniel with Coke, his choice of mixer. After that, waiter comes back with 5 whisky glasses. “For you to tip boy,” L said. “No, tonight, I am not doing that. Tonight we play game. Loser drink shots. We wait till table ready.” It was thankfully not a long wait, perhaps 20 minutes. During that time, I looked at the boys on stage. Many boys smiling at me, especially those I had offed or tipped. This was my fourth night in a row at Lucky Boys. I am pretty sure I had attained a reputation among the staff after my stunts with the 1000 baht garland and 100 baht whisky shots tips. I signalled to the boys to be patient and wait. I had invited Anddy again for my last night in Bangkok. He messaged me that he would be late but he would definitely come. Some customers at a booth sofa seat leave. Yippee! The night can finally begin. L arranges for my drinks to be moved and I settle into the sofa seat. I signal to the two boys whom I had offed the previous two nights - Cambodia boy and Viet boy. Big smiles and warm hugs as I seat them to my right and left and as I wrap my hands closely around their waists. “Tonight no off. Tonight we drink. Tonight happy happy. I give tip,” I explain to both boys. Waiter prepares drinks for them. I pull them closer and my hands start groping freely under the table. We toast drinks. P my favourite Thai boy is not to be seen. “He no work today,” I am told. Darn. I know P loves to drink and he would be the perfect drinking companion. No matter. There were four of us at the booth sofa seat - mamasan, two gogo boys and me. I took out a deck of playing cards, shuffled them and explained the first game Up or down. A card is drawn and you have to guess whether the next card is bigger (Up) or smaller (Down). If wrong, must drink a half-filled shot of whisky neat. We play and there’s lots of laughs. The show begins but we are busy playing that we don’t watch it. Anddy arrives and I update him on our game. “You want to invite your boy over?” I ask Anddy. He looks around the bar. Easy to spot by his broad smile. He comes and join us. 6 of us now playing the game. We stop momentarily because of an interesting solo performance by a ladyboy. He is attired in tights and his face in painted like a mask. instead of singing, he does the most exquisite ballet-like dance. It would not be uncommon to see such artistic performances at a proper arts theatre but here he was doing it in a gogoboy bar in Patpong. His face was emotionless and he had a fixed gaze throughout his routine which adds to the mystery. Appreciative applause from the audience. He then exits quickly in the same mysterious manner that he had appeared. A singing ladyboy comes on stage. we continue our game. Cambodia boy is tipsy. He says he doesn’t want to play. Time to change the game. I take out 100 baht notes and place them under each of the 5 whisky glasses. New game called in-between. Two cards. Guess the next card. If it is within the two cards, you win 100 baht. If not, must drink. There is choice to pass if the two cards are not in your favour e.g. 3 and 6. Not as easy as it looks. Viet boy gets a 2 and 9. “You want to open card?” I ask. “Yes! Open!” Third card is a 9. Loud uproar. He has to drink. We play for a good half an hour. I keep refilling - both the whisky glasses and the 100 baht notes. Other waiters and mamasans come over to have a look. They want a piece of the action but I ignore them. I lose track of time. I look at stage. 11.45pm. Show has ended and gogo boys start going up on stage. Anddy decides to off his boy and boy goes off to change. Wise to stop him as his luck tonight hasn’t been good. If he continues losing and drinking forfeits, he will be definitely be dead drunk. I look at the bottles. Left half a bottle. I decide to expediate the game. I fill the whisky glasses to the brim. The boys are undeterred and willing to bet. Delight and ecstasy when they win. Sighs and a forced gulp to down the whisky when they lose but determination to play the next round. Anddy was kind enough to contribute some 100 baht notes when I ran out. I had to ask waiter to swap 1000 baht note to 100 baht notes. By the time all the whisky had finished, i had given away 3000 baht. Cambodian boy was drunk but very happy. He flashes his 100 baht notes at me. “Money. Money. Happy. Happy.” He kisses and hugs me. Anddy leaves with his boy who has managed to win some rounds despite starting off disastrously. I say goodbye to Anddy. “See you in December.” i tip Cambodia and Viet boys in addition to what they have won. They say they have never been so happy before. I get up to leave. I tell young mamasan L, “I tip you outside.” We all go out to the entrance of the bar where the stairs and balcony is. I surprise L by taking out a 1000 baht garland and placing it on his neck. He looks dumbfounded and in a state of shock. After recovering from the pleasant surprise, he hugs me tightly. Everyone there and then was smiling broadly. We take some photos together - L, the waiter who had served our table and the two Cambodia and Viet boys. I shall look at the photos happily from now until December when I return to Bangkok.

There's a 900 baht joiner fee charged by the hotel hence my unwillingness to register the boys. I rather that money go directly to the boys.

I am so sorry to report that it depends. Tonight, i was called out by the night guard. As boy followed me to the lift, the night guard called out to him in Thai. I quickly stepped in and said "Friend. Friend. Drink." Night guard reluctantly let boy go without having to register. After our short time, i intentionally walked boy down. We passed by the guard and i greeted him. "Friend finish drink". Boy went off while i headed off to the bars to continue the night. I believe i got caught out because boy looked very young. Young enough to be my son!

Anddy spots a Cambodian boy he has offed before and invites him to sit. Big broad cute smile! I call the waiter to prepare a drink for Cambodian boy. Right decision to order the bottle. Altogether there were 5 glasses of Jack Daniel drinks constantly refilled throughout the show. By the time the show ended, there was only a little bit left in the bottle. Did we really drink that much? Hmm. One more piece of nugget to share. The cubicles at the Lucky Boys toilets are separated by partitions but the partitions are made of plastic and see through! I had a free peek at a gogo bar peeing. I go back to our seats and insisted that Anddy visit the toilet. He comes back and says that a gogoboy was peeing openly next to him and letting him see. What an ingenious choice of design by Lucky Boys owner! Bless you for giving us an avenue to indulge our voyeuristic and cruising fantasies! I had always wondered whether Lucky Boys was an equal merger between X-Boys and Classic Boys. Most of the show numbers were from Classic Boys. Ditto for the mamasans. More mamasans from Classic Boys compared to X-Boys. The final confirmation came in the receipt I got back after using my credit card to pay for my bottle of Jack Daniels. Printed on the receipt - “New Classic Boys Club” Anddy decided not to off his boy today but gave him a tip. I paid for P’s off and tipped Boy and L. I also tipped a ladyboy who exposed her breasts during her song. Damn, I have never seen breasts so symmetrical. My final tip went to a chubby but cute gogo boy who danced very well. I said goodbye to Anddy as we parted outside. It was a real pleasure being with Anddy and checking out all the boys together. In the hotel room, P and I had sex first then spent the next hour listening to Thai music while drinking whisky and smoking cigarettes that I brought from Singapore. At about 2 plus, P left. I could feel the effects of the whisky starting to kick in. I slept and only woke up at 11am the next day.