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LTRs can also be problematic for the Thai partner. I know of cases where a relationship of many years or so is precipitously severed by a falang who has found a younger and cuter partner, causing not only emotional distress but also leading to financial problems for not just the guy but his family. In one case, the the thirty-year-old Thai, in a relationship with a falang for ten years, went out for few hours and, returning home, found his partner with all his belongings gone; no forwarding address, no explanation. When we take on a guy and make certain promises or raise certain expectations, we owe our partner honesty. Sometimes relationships fail but when they do, the falang probably has more options open to him than the Thai, particularly if he is now ageing and less attractive. I've no doubt that there are Thais who have acted badly towards loving and generous falangs but sometimes it's the falang who has failed his partner and failed to adapt to a relationship which is no longer as sexually stimulating as when it started.

Day 1.5: The Boyfriend Cometh What started as a post about my first day out in Recife turned out to be a big fat tribute to the boyfriend. Oh well. I am not known for my brevity. As I slept my way through Brazil these past year and a half, I’ve been able to find a variety of shapes and sizes to be intimate with. I’ve always been fascinated by the diverse complement of guys available in the country. Black, white, blonde, dreads, multi-racial, half-indio, half-italian, half-japanese, green-eyes, blue-eyes. From super muscular bulls, to athletic lean guys, from super twinks, to (american) football player builds. Usually super hung, most often with giant butts. Almost always super passionate. I’ve never seen such a diverse set of guys available for fun in one place. And to me the most fun sometimes is to find out what diverse mix of races and circumstances a guy had to be made up of, to produce that kind of beauty that I saw that day. The answer is always surprising, and I’m always glad I asked. And I always ask. So it is a wonder that in the past few months I have seemed to zero in on a particular type of Brazilian guy: the tall, hyper-athletic, hyper-masculine, muscularly lean, white-ish/mix-white guy. Not super-duper worked out like the steroided hulks I’ve seen haunt Club 117 or Lagoa. Usually plays a sport well, or is a personal trainer. Usualy with some facial hair. Probably white, but with enough of another race mixed in that they can hold a tan year-round. I blame my Sao Paulo friends. They have turned me into following certain Brazilian Instagram influencers, and I’ve been hooked on to these types ever since: After I broke up with my previous BF earlier this year, I felt a little down, but hopeful to become the biggest whore that I could be. I have planned a week-long stay in Rio for my birthday, and with no BF to spend it with, I asked a long-time GP friend, who in the last year has turned out to be a good confidante on all things Brazil and boys, on what to do. He has known the whole story of the ex, and knew I was stressed out because of the relationship towards the end. He had a suggestion: he wanted to introduce me to a good friend of his, someone he knew I would enjoy. After all these months of recommendations, he has not failed me yet. This friend of mine knew exactly what I liked, in sex, in company, in men. So I was interested. The guy my friend was going to introduce me to was an ex-Garoto de Programa, just like the ex, and another one of those that escaped the sex-trade by buying a car, going back to his native state of Santa Catarina, and becoming an Uber driver. There seems to be a plethora of those. He said his friend wanted to buy a MacBook Air for his 8 year old son, and wanted to see if I could help him with that, since electronics was way cheaper in the USA. In return, he said, his friend could stay with me the whole whole birthday week as my constant company. Show me the money, I told him. I of course needed pics to see if I was even attracted to the guy. Lets call him Tomas. The pics he sent back to me of Tomas did not disappoint. He looked like one of the guys I’ve lusted over like those above. He was an interesting mix: half-indio and German. I immediately said yes, and asked for Tomas’ WhatsApp. My friend gave me Tomas’ Instagram instead, which to me felt weird at the moment. (he had no Whatsapp?) No matter. I found his Instagram and messaged Tomas and he replied right away. After some intros, and more (yummy, x-rated photos), we went and talked business: There is always more than one way to pay a Garoto de Programa. There was always more than one way to do a programa. So Tomas was eyeing this MacBook Air that was 5899 reals in Brazil. I looked at the price here in the USA, and found that this particular model was last year’s, that can be bought at $900 used (about 3500 reals or so). He explained that he might be able to pay me 2500 reals, and the rest can be my payment for his services. Which just made out to be 1000 reals, which was a pretty good rate for the week. I said yes and ultimately it was one of the best weeks I’ve spent in Brazil. He was grateful for this: he didn’t really want to go back to the sauna or hit up other former customers to get the money.(And he didn't have to know that I could get it for a cheaper price). At the end of my birthday week, he finally gave me his Whatsapp number. He had a good reason he didn’t give it to me at the start: he just changed phone numbers, and didn’t want any customers knowing his new number. He says his old number never stopped ringing, and it got embarassing at times in front of family, and with his son when the son borrowed his phone to play games. After that week I always wondered what Tomas’ story was. He was clearly a popular GP, having the ability to save up for a car and able to leave the profession it completely. He was still young-ish (28), dashingly good-looking, and sexy as hell. Why give up on this very lucrative job, where he said he earned 2500 (at least) reals a week? He gave me details: he started out doing sauna work in Rio in his early 20s, and when he got the hang of it, was able to rent a nice apartment in Copa on his own, he branched out to website work (which cost him 700-1000 reals a month to list his ad on the web), and was able to host clients in his new apartment. It came to a point that he didn’t have to go to the sauna because site work was enough to pay the apartment, and then to a point that he didn’t have to advertise at websites at all (and avoid paying the ad listing and monthly fee) and relied on repeat business with favored clients, or added more clients through referrals. And sometimes he would get hired on the spot just by hanging out at Ipanema or Copa beach (in his usualy skimpy speedos, working on his tan), by fellow beach-going clients who found him hot. And he was hot. But the thing he hated the most was the GP lifestyle. There was just something about GP work that was soul-crushing for him. It was very stressful for him to do that kind of work, and he hated taking Viagra at times to just be functional on the job. To cope with the stresses, he’d turn to drugs. At first he would just overdo maconha, but he learned to do cocaine with clients who wanted to do the drug with him while on their Rio vacation. Also, at the start, he just did cocaine with clients because they were doing it as well and paying for his share, but when clients leave to return to their homes, his addiction to cocaine remained, and soon he was buying his own cocaine because he was hooked. Lots of GPs are hooked on all kinds of drugs, sure, but he said it never occurred to him that he would be one of them. So he had an exit plan hatched mid-2017: he was going to be a GP till Carnaval 2018. He’s going to get through the tough spring market, mine the Christmas and New Year Rio tourist crush for all it’s worth, and ride his way all the way to Carnaval. And he was going to quit doing drugs. After this he saved up enough money to buy a car, and other creature comforts, and was able to put Rio de Janeiro in his rearview mirror (literally). He had a son from a previous girlfriend, who meant the world to him, and he didn’t want the son to grow up wondering what his dad did for a living. And for a few months after that, for the most part, he has made ends meet by being just an Uber driver. But some previous GP clients still wanted his services, so he would oblige them once in a while if the offer was right. They’d fly him to Rio (or Sampa or Salvador, or whereever else), have their fantasy week, and he would return to Santa Catarina where noone knew he was a GP. But he said even going with previous clients was bad. He said that once you get reminded of how easy it was to earn money by being a GP, you’d be fooled into thinking that money was very easy to earn in general, so you spend it like crazy (on booze, on girls, on silly things), thinking that you can replace it as easily as well. For people who have had to go without money most of their lives, sometimes this sudden change of fortune does tricks to their minds. And he had to fight against the idea that he could go back to that life. He wanted to be back in Santa Catarina, live close to his son, and just become a regular, boring, but stable worker. Flash forward to early this year. To recap: I told my good GP friend that I wanted a week in Copacabana, with him and other sexy guys in the house, with trips to the beach or the clubs or even the sauna, to celebrate my birthday week. Enter Tomas. Tomas has been Ubering constantly to save up for a MacBook. His friend tells him about me, a sucker for handsome sexy guys. It was a win-win: Tomas could get a week-long vacation in Rio away from Uber, and he could get the MacBook he needed. For me too: I could get this stone-cold fox to get to know for a week, that wouldn’t break the bank. But apparently a week wasn’t enough. We both wanted to see each other again after that initial week. He leveled with me: he really just wanted to treat me as a client and be done with me in the week. But after the week was over, he asked if he could see me again, maybe in Santa Catarina. So I did. Three weeks later I was back in Brazil, taking that extra flight to go further south to his city. I got to know his hometown. I got to ride in his car. I got to stay in his apartment. And I got to meet his son. After that trip, it just got harder to stay away. Two more trips later, here I was, about to take an Uber to Recife airport, where I was 12 hours before, to pick him up from his flight from the same city I was in just two months ago. The sunset, like everything else in this city, was gorgeous: After 15 minutes of waiting at the arrivals area, Tomas finally appears, dashing as always, in a crisp white shirt, trendy jeans and sock-less loafers. He sees me and shows me his million watt smile. He gives me big hug, and a stealth kiss on the neck, as I stand there not sure what to do. I am not sure how I feel about public displays of affection in Brazil airports. I hug him back. “E ai, gringo?” he asks, jokingly. I call an Uber and as we wait outside he lights a cigerette. Before he takes a drag, he looks around, to make sure the coast is clear, and then he kisses me in the mouth. We are off to a good start. It was only 7 PM when we get back to the apartment, but I could already tell that we weren’t going anywhere tonight. He was always made para ficar, instead of being para sair. A quick shower together and we tried our darndest to remind each other why we were together. We got comfortable. It was gonna be a relaxed night. As a nightcap, we ordered some Chinese food (his idea) in using the app iFood. He got the Yakisoba (his favorite), I got some frango crispy with rice. They even threw in some fortune cookies, a very California invention, with the meal: Good advice for what was turning out to be an intense week. Next, as promised, Recife!

Boys on Dongtan Gay Beach some years ago. A common sight then

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.

Your mileage may vary depending on how you prefer to travel or roll, but IMHO, this is The. Worst. Advice. Ever. My rule of thumb is: if you wouldn’t associate with someone Stateside (or in your local area), then don’t bother with them elsewhere. And no, they DON’T “know ALL the boys”. Maybe they think they do or convinced you they do — but in general, they know the very same boys that the standard, run-of-the-mill, loud, obnoxious American queen (black or white) would meet. And then there’s all the downside of associating with them and being seen associating with them. I would suppose that, for some, there is safety in numbers, and for a first-time, shy, reserved, solo traveler who might never see them again, there may be some benefits — but for others, the risk far outweighs the reward. Hard pass.

A very interesting unfolding of events in the House of Representatives today. The House voted to condemn Trumps remarks. It is now on public record and Pelosi planned this perfectly.

I know the group you're referring to at Paco's. I can't say I know them well as I avoid them and it's been relatively easy as they don't know any of the boys I know and I don't run into them at nice events. Now, I hasten to add that I don't actively dislike them and if, on a rare occasion that I stop at Paco's for a coffee, and one spoke to me I would respond and god knows we might have a good conversation. By the way, there are black gays who live and work in Santo Domingo who are not loud or obnoxious so do be open to association but I urge you to heed the advice of SolaceSoul - if you would not start a conversation with them at home - think first. I guess my biggest issue with the advice is that I can't recall ever making an overture to other gays to "pimp" them - Francisco and Manny are in that business, If you meet another tourist and he is gracious enough to introduce you to someone that is wonderful, but you said you're "discrete" they are far over the rainbow from that. @snwbrd015 you sound quite nice try to stay that way. You will be known by the people you associate with. Having said that, I echo the idea that there is some safety in numbers just be careful and you'll have a nice trip.

I feel like I am inside of your story when I read your writing. Thank you for such amazing non-fiction that reals like a love story mixed with great sex and wonderful feelings. Loving the trip!

Nothing surprises me any more. But, I did get a PM from Leroy and do believe this was an honest mistake. We all have those moments where we write something before we think. I know I have done it so many times in the past that I can't even count and then woke up the next AM and thought, why did I write that.

it's more about making sure that we control situation all the time, not necessarily even to show of who is in charge. If I had boy with me whole day and wanted massage, say at Arena , he 'd have only to options - go with me there and wait until I'm done or go his own way for 2 hours until I'm back. Scene ' I don't want you to go there ' would be not only not acceptable but also warning sign of implementing his agenda which for me equals to spoiling my vacation day. Fortunately this happens very rarely , they know their position as neatly summarized by one of Tawan boys. After particularly active night I asked him whether he had a bit of good sleep and answer was to the point ' no, but you don't pay me to sleep' .

Hi forum dwellers, All reservations are made, everything is planned. I'll be heading of to the Dominican Republic for the first time this august 15th - august 30th 2019. I am so exited! A special shout-out to 1tennisace who made my head spin with his fantastic trip reports and some extra tips through PM (thanks buddy). I fly out to Punta Cana, which is a few hundred euros cheaper than flying out to Santo Domingo directly. From Europe this is. After unwinding in Punta Cana I'll have my 10-days-slut-tour in Santo Domingo from august 17th - 27th. I found a newly renovated, private Airbnb one block away from Parque Colon and Parque Duarte. Doesn't get more centrally I guess. If there are any forum members out there who like to share stories over a cup of coffee or a cocktail whilst in Santo Domingo, be sure to PM me! Always fun to meet up with like minded and have a laugh. Reports on this trip will be added to this post. We all like a good sleaze story don't we?! Any suggestions to improve my experience (cruising spots, saftey tips, etc.) are highly appreciated of course.

OK. But let me clarify. I have been going to SDQ for 35 years. 3 to 4 times a year. I have had intimate friends who operated gay bars and discos.I do know boys who are exclusive because they have long term relationships with Americans - usually this means we send them an allowance to live on. Perhaps you missed my comment: "By the way, there are black gays who live and work in Santo Domingo who are not loud or obnoxious so do be open to association but I urge you to heed the advice of SolaceSoul - if you would not start a conversation with them at home - think first." All either of us are saying is to be careful in your relationships . You're right a common street hustler will not care who you are with. However, a young gay hanging out at the park with other gays might care a great deal. By the way, you also missed that I rarely sit in Pacos and judge - in fact, it has been about 8 trips since I last visited Pacos. There is a lovely Cafe called "Cafe Santo Domingo" on the Conde just off Duarte that is owned by a Frenchwoman . The pastries are superb, the sandwhiches wonderful and the coffee perfect. It is also, blessedly, free of anyone who is loud or obnoxious. That is were I take my current boyfriend of two years to. Honestly, I think you are trying to be helpful; but I oppose soliciting any friendship or even acquaintance for the sake of a "rolodex"

Thub Thim is probably the best for you, Boy69. Enough people for people watching, but not overcome with hoards seen on the main beach. Has a gay vibe. Low key place, but enough going on. If you stay on Sai Kaew, you might as well stay in Pattaya!

It was the smell of the carpets that announced my arrival in Thailand. Distinctive to say the least. My seventieth visit in ten weeks....they must have done something right.

Yesterday I met with my Grindr hook up, who I will call "Y". I wrongly reported his age before, he is 25 y.o., but looks like 19. Venezuelan, joined his national diaspora two years ago. Like most immigrants from Colombia, Peru, and Venezuela, he is middle class and with some college education. Buenos Aires is being significantly improved with this import. Y left Caracas after passing 10 classes in Law School and now is working at a restaurant here. Our first contact was back in June, when I first arrived to Buenos Aires. In my first two stops I stayed only for a couple of days in the Argentinean capital and did not have time for hook ups. He contacted me repeatedly, and I bookmarked his profile because he was hot, and his headline caught my interest. It reads "No Flacos. C/L". "No Flacos" means "No Skinny men", C/L is the local abbreviation to inform you have a place to meet (Con Lugar). A Venezuelan hot boy into overweighted men, my perfect match. He seemed really interested in meeting, kept hitting my profile while I was in Corrientes and in Rio. The beginning of our communications and meeting yesterday was slightly weird. When we discussed where to meet, he insisted in his place, even when it is a hostel. When I verified he did not have a private bathroom in his place, I was determined not to go there. His argument was that he was working up to late and did not want to go to his place, shower, and then go out again; plus he was able to smoke weed in his cave. We finally agreed on him coming to take a shower to my airbnb and bringing some weed to smoke together. I offered him to pay for an Uber to my place and then back to his. When he finally arrived I liked him immediately. He could be an Indio from Brazilian NE. We came up to my place and chatted and smoke for more than one hour. It is unusual, most times I go straight for sex. I guess Brazilian influence got me more social. Y was adorable, very energetic, curious about my life and enthusiastic about sharing his. He even rapped to me his favorite songs and it was hot and fun. But nothing sexual at all, I was starting to wonder why I was wasting my time looking for hook ups when I would have already been done with a professional. When I went to the kitchenette to fix a drink, we kissed. It was a very good interaction, all the clues were right. He hurried to take a shower, and when came out of the bathroom his attitude was completely different. Apparently he was not feeling clean before and that is why he avoided much physical contact. Remember, he was coming to my place after working in a restaurant kitchen for about 10 hours. Y is beautiful naked. Perfectly smooth and with a naturally athletic shaped body, no worked out. The interaction was passionate, with some weird comments now and then. For instance, he would warn me that I had to be very "macho" with him. When I would tell him I did not know what he meant, he would just repeat the same without explaining it to me. Adding that request to other comments, I think he was asking me to treat him roughly, which I never do in a first date. He would share later on that he was coming from playing the slave in a bondage scene with a local police man, and that he enjoyed it. However, what I was feeling in bed was that he reacted very positively to basic Vanilla stimuli. Intense hugging and fondling, passionate kissing, and locking our eyes seemed to be working very well to freak him out to ecstasy. We ended fucking for 90'. When I was going to eat his ass I thought to perceive some slightly not nice aroma and asked him whether or not he had performed a deep clean when showering. His answer was not, so I desisted of going deeper and got ready for penetration. I penetrated him three times. Each time he would say that was not able to take it anymore after a long pounding. I would pull out, throw away the shitty condom, and start kissing and fondling to get ready to bust. Each time he would ask me if I wanted to fuck him again, and there I would go. The third time he said it would be the last, as it was past 10pm and he had to get up at 4am next morning. He asked me to fuck him in front of a big mirror, and busted all over the place. I pumped a little bit more and filled the condom inside of him. Indeed, the best for free sex in several years. It actually reminded me of my golden years. Y asked me to walk down to kiss him goodbye. This morning I found a warm message thanking for last night and asking for another date. I want to see him again, I just do not know yet when. Today I am meeting Fran from LatinLeche, tomorrow Carlos Aleman. Friday is for KM 0 and another for free hook up. Saturday is for family at noon and friends at night. Perhaps we meet again Sunday, I a not sure yet.

not that difficult, you yield a little, boys yields a little and it's manageable easily , leave beach and movies to time when you will be alone, wake him up with you but let him watch his TV , in meantime you can have fun enjoying his naked presence. Most places serving western food will serve Thai one as well so you can still enjoy a meal together

From previous post in 2011 on km zero and night life in Buenos Aires. Km Zero was a bar where people (locals) were having much fun. That day there were only 2 taxi boys who were not so good looking. Nothing to be compared to Rio saunas ... I do not if what I wrote is still valid nor if it is still safe to walk in the streets so late at night ... "In Inside Bar Restaurant thursday. Almost all tables are occupied. Only one stripper. But sooo good. Chat with Adolfo de Teleny, a gay personnality in Buenos Aires (who ran the first gay bar in Buenos Aires, which started almost 30 years ago, who writes and publishes gay poems, ...). Adolfo is almost every day in Inside for a drink and knows a lot about the gay life in Buenos Aires. After the show, the stripper stays in the bar for a drink. For me, it is the same as if he was bearing a poster saying "I am available" ... I go chat with him. He is available indeed, but asks for 500 Pesos (80 €) then 400 Pesos. I am not intested having in mind to go to Km Zero what is going on. A taxi taxes me to the place. Before entering, around 1 am, I check in Avenida Santa Fe, at crossing with Pueyrredon if there are some taxi boys. A couple of taxi boys are visible. Same in the club. It seems to be a slow night and it seems to me that there are 2 taxi boys. Not great looking. Not worth a discussion. The show is ok and funny and this time, I understand almost 50 % of it. Not sufficient to understand what makes the Argentinians laugh so much ... 2.30pm. Time for me to leave. I decide to walk down Avenida Santa Fe. There are still a few persons in the street. Even though it is rather late, some taxi boys are visible now. Most do not appeal to me, except 2. One is a hunk, very masculine face, great body. He is sitting on the fence at the crossing Santa Fe / Pueyrredon. With my look, the Coca bottle I am bringing and sometimes drinking, the pace I am walking, ... I must look very local and not like someone looking for a taxi boy. At first, he doest not look at me. Only because I stare at him one second, he understands that I might look for a taxi boy. He raises one eyebrow in a inviting manner. He is really great looking. The upper part of his chest is open and some chest hair is visible. If it was not almost 3 am and if I was not to leave to same day to Porto Alegre, where fun is guaranteed, I might have tried to do something with him. But it is too late and I continue walking after a very discrete sign of the head denying his proposal to go with him. Had I gone with him, I would have taken a taxi to one of the love hotels, where rooms are rent for the hour. If Avenida Santa Fe is somehow busy at this time of the night, it is not the case of the streets which are around and I would not like to walk at 3 am with a complete stranger in these deserted streets. A complete list of these love hotels can be found at this site : http://www.tentaciones.com.ar/ The best is to choose an hotel which is not too far from the pick up place and take your taxi boy to the hotel with a taxi. The second taxi boy is completely different. More twink type. So not so much my type, but I must admit that he has a pretty face. The same silent dialog happens than with the first one. All taxi boys can be found on Avenida Santa Fe around the crossing either with Pueyrredon or with Av Callao. There is nothing in between. The boys are not in group which would certainly scare a potential customer, but stay individually.

I’d very much like to hear your views on Km Zero after your visit Friday night, @Latbear4blk Km Zero is a famous and long-established bar/club. I never visited as I was told some years back that it’s in a difficult location and the crowd is highly variable. I’ll be very interested to learn about the current mix of people who go there.

I often think their window of opportunity is so brief. Your post is so true, we must also consider their situation.

Yes this are the main 2 problems with LT : the boys trying to gain the upper hand on you the purpose of that is to extract as more money as they can and the second one is taking you for granted and then they can be very selfish, arrogant and rude especially with the star boys whom have a big demand . Sometimes LT can be very fun and enjoyable others it's a nightmare it really depands on the boy character and the quality of chemistry between you two.

That end of Patpong 2 was in complete darkness Monday for Buddhist Lent, the only light coming from the open door to the shop. The light fixtures have mostly been installed. It’s encouraging to see the place take shape. Besides the great location, it will have no massage competition on the strip. And there’s ample room for the boys to gather outside, protected from any rain by the overhang of the floor above. Given the heavy foot traffic, the business should fare better than in the old Twilight location.

So easy and so relevant.

More times than not, I realize at some point very early morning that the boy I offed for LT the night before is lying quietly, patiently next to me, with his eyes closed, waiting for me to wake up. I guess, sometimes, not having slept at all, or only fitfully, since their schedule is the opposite of mine. I also notice, if the waiting goes on too long after dawn, they use various subtle, or not-so-subtle, tricks to wake me up. I don't ask them how they slept. I do admire their patience, usually, depending on how long they wait to prod me, or cough, or drop something

Spoke to Sun who worked there before and he said he was helping them get things ready. I hope it opens soon and I wish them great luck.

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.

Make friends with other travelers! Don’t be afraid to spark up a conversation. I traveled to SD for 6 years before I started speaking with other travelers and I missed a lot! And a rule of thumb the loud black gays a Pacos (though at times annoying) know ALL the boys lol! And if you become friends they will hook you up!

I pay very little attention to TMZ, but a business colleague sent me this link on celebrity donations to Pete Buttigieg's campaign. It's interesting to see who in Hollywood is supporting Pete with actual dollars. I have a few friends on the list. Pete Buttigieg 2020 Presidential Campaign Celebrity Donations

no, but when 7 in 10 are , then it's gay beach as long as rainbow flag is raised

It wasn't officially called a gay beach but you would find exclusively gay men there ,Thai boys seeking for clients or just enjoying themselves and male massuers .families and heteros didn't sit here .there was also a small gay beach at Patong Phuket as well and it was easy and fun to interact with the boys there and ended at your room with one of them after a nice sunny day in the beach...

Indeed Aquarius is a great movie. I heard about Bacurau and will see it asap. Among movies I liked is also Birdwatchers a movie from Marco Bechis on Indians trying to recover their land and fighting against large land owners, white of course. Occasion also to see Claudio Santamaria taking a bath in the river. Nice ass !

you mean " pussy beach " ?

don't they have a right to look at cute guys as well? Specially those wearing tight speedos? on serious note unfortunately open spaces mean open to everybody. If somebody is allowed to create fenced of ' gays only ' stretch of beach , no doubt ' no gays' or more subtly ' no men escorted by ladies allowed s" section would follow. I'm not a beach person at all but I suspect that simply not enough gay patronage is what did it with gay section of Dongtan beach. Nobody chased us or boys away, we just allowed others to fill the void IMNSHO

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.

Deliberate policy of the city authority - Definitely not. Thais are certainly not known for town planning. More likely it would start with one or more gays and their Thai boyfriends favouring one particular concession. Perhaps the proprietors would see a business opportunity and would be especially friendly and attentive to those customers. The word would spread amongst the community that this part of the beach is for us. Adjoining concessions then would follow the trend and hey presto you have a gay beach. Thai boys looking for customers or daddies would start appearing which would attract more gays, expat or tourist.

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).

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!

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.

I am now sold on what I believe to be an alternative efficient and stress-free airport transfer. The Aerobus always worked fine but requires Metro if not you're not walkable to Espanya or Catalunya. The bus can also be crowded and not enough luggage rack space. As you know it is €5.90 and I believe you still pay an attendant cash collector before getting on. Now that the new Metro Line9 (Orange) goes to both terminals, that is an option. Line9 cars are beautiful, spacious and you can sit with your luggage right by you. Car entrances line up with track markings. Every 7 mnutes. Sweet fast ride. It is a special ticket either way, €4.60, a minimum saving of: 1.30 plus one T10 fare use or one single Metro fare if you were to be getting to Aerobus via Metro. Note you cannot purchase T10 at the airport; logical reasons I will not go into unless asked. The 4.60 ticket purchased at airport will get you anywhere on the Metro line, where you can purchase T10 for subsequent use. The question is, particularly if you embark, or vice versa, on Line1 (Red) to commence, what transfer points to use? It is so funny that locals think Torrassa is a huge and inconvenient detour north because they assess it according to the Metro scale, rather than true distance. Line1 to Line 8 to Line 9, or Line 1 to Line 9? I have tried both and prefer the one transfer, staying on Line 1 and transfer at Torrassa to Line9. It is an additional 3 stops, about 4 kms of additional track, and about 5 minutes more time. However, the transfer point Line9 to Line8 is a very long walk and then the time lost at a second transfer, L8 to L9. At Torrassa, large passenger elevators to Line 9 or vice versa (to Line 1) are immediately in front of you, as is the longer escalator ride. Virtually no baggage haul. You will have purchased the special airport ticket and you must scan it to disembark at either terminal.

where's disagreement ? by the way whole point of discussion is to see where people agree and where they differ, otherwise we will have just 'yes, yes , yes ' festival. My point was 2 headed: first - while memories are precious , dwelling on them may make one bitter and disappointed that's is over instead of focusing how we can have fun now and in future. For me best venue I ever set foot in Thailand was now defunct Aqua Spa, yet it' s gone and even my best memories will not resurrect it so i found Arena , Senso, Tawan , Moonlight , BBB and list goes and and on. Second - while scene is changed and shrunken there's still more than I can absorb during my pilgrimage, there are 15 boy bars in BKK , at one a night during 2 weeks foray it will be still one neglected. And just along Suriwong there's more places that we need for 1 massage a day during the same period. So instead looking for half empty part of glass why not enjoy well filled full half ? That IS my point

be nice !

I wish I can agree with you but I don't. Years ago Pattaya have had 4 gay complexes Day Night coplex vanished,Sunee Plaza is bleeding( I doubt it can survive if the business will not improve soon),Boyz Town is very quiet only Jomtien complex is doing well at the moment. Dongtan beach was almost exclusively gay oriented with many young Thai boys seeking for clients and male masseurs doing massage on the beach and keeping you company but not anymore. Years ago quality and quantity of the boys was much bigger and their services were much cheaper. In the past Pattaya was gay heaven I could easily stay there weeks but sadly the gay scene shrinked badly and at my last trip last year after one week became bored this is why in my next trip planning to visit nearby places like Ko Samet , Kanchanaburi and Hua Hin. However Thailand is still my favourite destination in the world the low leaving costs,the gay friendly atmosphere and the kindness of the Thai people make it wonderful experience for me every time I come.

There is no doubt that the gay scene has shrunk in the last few years - that is quite plain from the closed bars in BT and Sunee and the trend for OUR beach to become less gay. The obvious reason is that Thailand is no longer inexpensive with the large increase in the value of the baht. When I discovered Pattaya 20 years ago I got 70 baht for £1.00 and usually paid boys 1000 for a night in my bed ie around £13 - the same boy would cost maybe 2000 at 40 ie £50 today. Thailand has changed and there are far more opportunities for young guys than working in the rice fields. But I very much agree with Vinapu that Thailand and Pattaya in particular is still a great place for a gay tourist, like myself, on a two/three week holiday who is attracted to Asian boys. Of course many gays come to Thailand with partners or are not sex tourists and do not frequent the bars.

The Chinese are keeping the BOY bars in business. The older gay farangs are few and far between. Panorama was in death throes for a long time before closing as their customer base dried up. Many nights Panorama had no customers. The day of the older gay farang has passed. As an older gay farang, I’m thrilled that the Chinese Women and men are keeping the boy bars busy and staying open. I’m seeing more gay Chinese men as well this year.

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…

But, I emphasise, not "gay" business. My suspicion is that, if it thrives, and the successfully-expanding Ambiance becomes even more reliant on the Chinese/Asian market, the "Boyztown" sign will soon be taken -down as an embarrassment. Perhaps it doesn't matter; it makes commercial sense. Nevertheless, it is sad for my generation. Back in 1995 I recall the sheer joy of sitting in Panorama surrounded by guys just like me, watching the go go dancers saunter past on the way to work. I'd never felt so much at home.

great idea for both of you. I learned when taking boy somewhere for more than few hours it's very important to give him and myself some breathing space, reunion after couple of hours is always sweeter

It's Chakran Sauna. All part of the "VCK Cook Space" empire. I believe it has its fans. It was all very nicely re-done in the past year or two. The usual "rap" on Chakran is that it's asians-for-asians, but they let everyone in, and I never know if people go and have a bad time they blame it something like that. Out-of-towners pay a higher price. (Personally that doesn't bother me, but I know it does for some people.) [One note on the VCK video - the regular rooms are not nearly as nice as the VIP rooms they showed in the vid.] Tripadvisor Website

It's not a golden rule. Some boys that avoided making an eye contact were great and even developed to LT it turned out that they were too shine to make a straight eye contact with me. In the contrary some of the boys that did make eye contact and showed enthusiasm turned to be a disaster in bed they just knew how to 'sell' themself for an off. It's very difficult to predict how the boy will turn out to be from first impression.

His rentman answers seem consistent with how he behaves in real life...one of the locals at 202 told me he has trouble staying hard and isn’t a good lay. So I’m passing on him (and his attitude)