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I went to Saint Moritz sauna yesterday, pretty excited by the program It was thursday (jueves) and it was fiesta nudista with show de sexo en vivo participativo (interactive live sex show). Entrance is 20000 COP (around 6 USD) if you stay totally naked and 30000 if you want a towel. If you pay 20000, you receive a small cloth of 20 x 20 cm to cover your genitals. There were 7 or 8 massagistas. They are the only boys who are not naked, all wearing a jockstrap. A couple are pushy to offer you a massage, others more soft. Basic massage is 60.000 COP. I was offered 150.000 COP, immediately reduced to 130 for a full massage including fucking of the massagist. It can certainly be reduced to 100.000 COP. I liked Andres who made the proposal. He is sexy as hell. The jockstrap enhances his bubble butt. He only has one tattoo, an english sentence of 3 lines on his left upper chest. Massage room is terrible : small, dark, uncomfortable. Generally speaking, sauna layout is disappointing. On the first floor are lockers with a long corridor with a TV room, a bar, toilets and showers and 3 cubicles which can be closed, with a large round mattress 2 feet wide and a plastic chair ... The second floor is a tv room showing gay porn movies and the sauna/jacuzzi/dark room all in the same foggy room. Participants this thursday, apart from the massagists, are composed of 30% of young guys around 30 years old (only one of them was stunning) and the rest of 40 to 60 year old guys. I really wondered where the live sex show was going to take place... Around 6.30 pm I got the answer since the door between Saint Moritz sauna and Gigolo Erotic House had been opened. Around 6.45 pm the show started. Two massagists came, one still wearing his jockstrap, the one bottoming and the other with a rather small bit very thick erect dick. They started to fuck on stage while all naked patrons, gathered around were wanking. It is very dim but generally speaking, dicks in erection are all rather small. Nothing to be compared to the dicks which can be seen on the GP wanking in Brasilian saunas. Then another boy comes to fuck the bottom. He is Andres. He does not like when customers cuddle his ass while he fucks. He has a hard rock cock and a very hard bubble butt. Sexy as hell. First top is now fucking the customers who want it. One old guy is on all four on the stage pounded by massagist, then another one, younger and sexier is taken standing up on the stage. Small orgy with around 50 participants. Hot ! After the show, I resume the conversation I am having on Grindr with Sebastian whom I am to meet later ...

Fortunately the newest sauna in Rio has its grand opening tomorrow while we are in town. The hubby and I are excited about going tomorrow night. 3 more days here. Will have a full report with VIDS AND PICS before 8 p.m. on Sunday. VID-20190718-WA0007.mp4

I want apologize to the original poster for my part in taking us so far off topic. It was well intended. I also apologize to the entire board for helping to let loose Riobard into such of flood of obtuse and pseudo intellectual absurdities. My last response this is too silly for words - at least, any more words.

nmy dog and i arrived in Merida last night! i hadn’t been back to my house here since the end of March! Florida rob picked me up and we decided just having a low key night last night, have drinks at the house, talk...but the changed when a Guy from Cancun showed up who Rob had previously met on Grinder! Cute , 24, Lean body...oh and a 22cm Dick! a short time later Robs boyfriend showed up, and after much talking and laughing and naked dips in the pool, they had a compare/measure dick contest while we are sitting around the pool drinking! Finally about 3:00 am the party broke up and the cancun guy(i stil don’t know his name) stayed overnight! i had to have my fun last night because my Brasilian Boyfriend shows up today for the next 2 weeks!

Jutapat aka T is really, really hot3x!!!

JimmyJoe identifies a Thai characteristic that many of us have experienced. Our partners prefer us to look smart....not expensively so but well-cared for. It shows respect just as he does his best for us. In my case , this means in an evening ritual lasting an hour while he showers and dresses for dinner. I invariably sneak out for a beer out of sheer boredom! In the case of a relatively new friend who is testing the waters, he wants to be seen with a falang but not just "any" falang; he prefers a touch of class. It's a status thing. Indulge him!

I was once sitting , with a lovely boy naturally, in "sneakers" hustler bar on Yonge in Toronto. I innocently asked the boy, who was a steady and from Montreal, if there were differences between the French spoken there and in Paris. A passing Quebecois heard me and tore into me for this offense in a way to give lie to any "ugly American " rumors ever told. By the way, Riobard, your are, in many ways, a delight. But, you really, truly, honestly must work on clarity

Canadians are generally not known for the “qualities” assigned to an Ugly American. The worst a Canuck might do is polite you to death. Or in your case, write in puzzles and bore you to death. And the Québécois get a little salty if you speak English to them, not French, in Québéc. But Canucks when traveling rarely ever seem rude, arrogant, loud, obnoxious, or entitled.

Much to my chagrin, I have to agree. I'm seeing a fair few families. I kind of enjoy shocking them, although they don't really react at all. I never, ever initiate any PDA, but my current, part time, squeeze LOVES public displays of affection, so he can carry it off with great confidence. I get the feeling he's proud to parade me around, like a prize cow at the local farm fair (or a prize stallion, I would like to think, haha). Mind you, the PDA we are talking about is very low key, as in he leads me around by the hand or puts his hand and my shoulder, showing he owns me, I suppose.

Gregory Mitchell describes the diaspora link in relation to sex tourism in Bahia. The book Tourist Attractions that has been mentioned on the forum a few times. He made a convincing argument that in comparison to me, a white Canadian, Salvador had a distinctly different meaning for visiting African Americans. I am, admittedly, being far more simplistic than you, and perhaps too academia dependent in applying this theme to other parts of Brazil, RD, etc. And since, 99.99999999 % of all our DNA is shared, the notion that sex tourism is race-blind also holds water. He also made it clear, at least to me, that exploring the roots of Afro American heritage in Bahia was open to exploration to all and sex was another vehicle to explore it. He even noted white women who made the journey. I believe his central theme was inclusive not exclusive. Sex was just another avenue to explore. A sort of bedroom laboratory. I don't read Dominican history because I have purely a scholarly intent but because I want to feel closer to the boy I care about. I create the recipes in my kitchen, I listen to the music and practice the language. All to grow closer to the culture and thus to those I make love to. The same phenomenon drives me with Asia. When I prepare for a trip to Thailand I start rereading Thai history and novels set there. When I found myself attracted to the Vietnamese workers in Thai bars I began the same explorations. Having a "different" meaning from those whose roots are in West African does not mean better or deeper or even more - just different. Salvador — as well as most parts of the African Diaspora — have (or should have) a special connection to African-Americans and anyone of African descent. That is one major reason that you might see many African-Americans traveling there and other places together. A point well taken. I'm of German-Austrian descent. While my family has been in the US for many generations I doubt you would approach Vienna with the reverence that I do. Yet I have no doubt you would enjoy the music, the whipped cream on cakes, the crisp schnitzel but to better appreciate the culture Prof. Mitchell would recommend that you bed an Austrian boy and share that sachertote and whipped cream with him. I strongly recommend it.

@Riobard, surely, you’ve heard the term “Ugly American” used in its most current context? It’s more than just an old Brando movie. Unfortunately, I hear the phrase whenever I travel because some Ugly American is Ugly Americaning. ”Ugly American" is a term used to refer to perceptions of loud, arrogant, demeaning, thoughtless, ignorant, and ethnocentric behavior of Americancitizens mainly abroad, but also at home. Although the term is usually associated with or applied to travelers and tourists, it also applies to U.S. corporate businesses in the international arena.” https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ugly_American_(pejorative)

Hopefully, you’ve considered the obvious: that two very different individuals who are African-American may not think alike, may not look alike, may not have similar backgrounds, values habits or ethics, may not socialize the same way, may not like the same friends, may not like the same kind of sex or romantic partners, and may not even like each other. I would hope that I wouldn’t be judged and stereotyped based on one group of loud, obnoxious, ostentatious but broke black Americans that you see sitting at one 24 hour cafe. Who knows? If you happen to talk to them (or me) in person, you very well may enjoy them... and dislike me — or vice versa. Or maybe like or dislike both. And that should be okay. Everyone doesn’t have to be best buds Good Judy Girlfriends with everyone.

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

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

Warning - not for those looking for Brazilian sauna stories - ignore this thread - - Once in a while, and not very often, Sao Paulo and Rio are blessed with some extraordinary cultural events. Last year, MASP had a large exhibit of more than one hundred Henri Toulouse Lautrec original paintings and drawings. A few years prior to the above event, The Museum D'orsay in Paris decided to remodel and wanted a good place to store a large number of wonderful paintings during the Paris renovation. Sao Paulo and Rio were chosen for the famous paintings. The display was spectacular. Here is a short utube film made of the exhibit of paintings from the French museum. Notice the beautiful interior of the Brazilian building chosen to display the Paris paintings: There were many more famous cultural events in Brazil over the years. Now, in October, there will be a Da Vinci exhibit like none ever presented. The exact day in October is not yet published. For those who want to see something in Brazil other than the saunas, check out this article that discusses the upcoming Da Vinci exhibit: https://riotimesonline.com/brazil-news/rio-entertainment/art-and-culture/unprecedented-da-vinci-exhibition-comes-to-sao-paulo-in-october/ Sometimes it is good to take a break from the saunas and see a bit of culture! Try it, you might be surprised and like a bit of cultural found in Brazil. I am in Brazil so often that I have time to see these things. -

people of Iowa have no shame to be such prolific spenders, don't they have cheaper options to have sex in ?

Kkkkkkk ... vid directed like a single handheld cam psychological horror thriller. "No, run! Don't go down those stairs!"

I have been very lucky in this trip, Buenos Aires is treating me just as sweetly as Rio did. Before reporting briefly on sex, allow me a few side notes. Wifi in my airbnb sucks. It is supposed to be 10Mbps, but often is <1. Fortunately, La Biela is just 30m away from my front door. La Biela is the landmark cafe is La Recoleta. In my last year report I included some pictures of the cafe sidewalk, with a few local pop culture real size statues. Inside the café there are two more statues of Bioy Casares and Jorge Luis Borges sitting at a table. I made the very poor decision to sit next to them. It was quite annoying the parade of tourists walking in just to take a picture with the reproduction of the two famous writers. I did not share last year pictures of Buenos Aires bakery. “Panaderías” are a key provider for the local diet. Although they originally sell only bread and cakes, the need to take full advantage of the big ovens has expand the business model to include all kind of baked dishes. They are one of my first stops every time I arrive, and an easy ticket to happiness. Talking about the local escorts market, prices are all over the place. I met Fran, a local porn performer, who delivered a premium service and charge $A 2,500. In a few hours I am meeting another boy I have very good references about, who charges $A 1,800. Last night I met Carlos Aleman. He is retired and only meeting with a few exclusive fortunate regulars (thanks to the God I do not believe in for being in that group). He did not tag his service and I paid $A 3,500 for our meeting before my trip to Brazil, and $A 3,000 for last night. He would have been happy with $S 2,500, but this is an exceptional guy and I am willing to be more generous. I still have to contact Erik and Douglas to find out their rates. After hiring them, I will hopefully will be able to repeat. I want more from Fran, the guys was amazing and he is just a porteño sexual icon. I will share more details when I have time to write a full report.

I know most have seen this but I just love it and keep watching it. The new remix is also great and today, Dolly Parton (one of my all time favs) said she was doing a remix with Lil Nas X who came out as gay last month.

Favorite Dolly Parton remix: KLF "Justified and Ancient" feat. Dolly & Tammy Wynette Runner Up: Any one of the Peace Train remixes, but probably the Junior Vasquez remix, because Junior

Agreed I really enjoy my partner giving me the once over. Hair trim, toe and finger nail cutting, eye brows trimmed and the thing he really doesn't like to see removing any hairs protruding from my ears. He always notices if he sees any Farangs with Thais who he feels haven't been groomed.

have your checkbook ready and handy. Few years ago I was there on the day of my birthday, guy I was with for a few days ( and nights) bought me a gift - wallet. About 400 baht. Few days later when it was time to part our ways as I was going home he suggested parting gift- big jar of some muscle building formula for 2400. Of course he got it., well deserved. When we were wandering about the store I mused that he looks so great I want to kiss him, response was immediate 'let go to the toilet and kiss", hard to be stingy with quick witted people.

Now the boy has begun buying me gifts. I go off gallivanting to massage places and whatnot in the afternoon. When we meet up in the evening he's bringing gifts now. Clothing. I suspect this speaks volumes about the dire state of my wardrobe. I start to overthink and wonder; but then I stop and remember what Reader said: carpe diem. So I'll just go with the flow and hope I don't end up like some beached whale or something. I sure am a long way from Kansas. I love it.

I think we have different take-aways from what we read, eg Mitchell, but such is life. I thought we were mainly focused on sex tourism, as was the book. I, admittedly, lazily skimmed the final chapter on Bahia because when I read it years back I had no inkling of going there. ------ Ugly Americans are an exclusive group, then, of which I cannot be a member. It seems unfair that everyone else is denied a special pejorative and can simply be douches or not, some or all of the time.

It was far, far easier for me to get my CPF in the USA at my local Brazilian Consulate.

I can’t speak for others in groups. In my personal example, all of my travel buddies are my long term lifelong friends Stateside. I have known one for 30 years, another for 26, another for 20, another for 9. Two women who I also often travel with, I have known one for 32 years. I often travel solo, but when I do not, the people that I travel with are friend that I have known forever and trust. I don’t just pick up stragglers on the road or message board chatters and decide to do trips abroad. And I don’t do “new friends” very easily. So, I have plenty in common with my travel crew, other than just being African-American or Latin American. Diversity is the least of our concerns when we get together. Salvador — as well as most parts of the African Diaspora — have (or should have) a special connection to African-Americans and anyone of African descent. That is one major reason that you might see many African-Americans traveling there and other places together.

Just a couple of thoughts. When you see the larger group and someone responds have you considered going over and saying, "hit guys may I join you" or the classic " is this a private party or can anyone join" or the ever popular, "Hey guys how about I buy a round."? Just a thought that your not really trying very hard. Secondly, you sound like.a sociologist playing with his data. A group ,may start small but in my practical life experience in a diverse society they tend to become more diverse unless actively managed to remain non-diverse, In short, it's not a tendency but a desire. Your remark "throw in the dynamic of sex tourism where purchasers and inventory share the same diaspora origin. If excluded in part for being white, it is understandable." is just not defensible. Connecting sex tourism and "diaspora origin" is fallacious. The Hallmark of sex tourism is the exchange of money for sex and has nothing to do with racial identity. The boy bars of Bangkok are part of tourism and the boys go with anyone with very rare exceptions . The boy bars of Tokyo are for the Japanese home market and are notoriously hard to penetrate for anyone not Japanese. There are very few that will let a tourist in. Actually, I have read Dominican history and culture for years and while they recognize African heritage they include Taino and European ancestry and consider their Ethnic group to be part of the Hispanic world. Haitians are Black, Dominicans, with rare exceptions, use a host of other names for infinite variations in skin tone. There is a great series of modern books that explore in personal stories the odyssey of Dominicans who never realized that anyone would consider them to be black until they went to New York. A great many of the boys would be upset to hear you give such a simple clarification. This is not racism, this is a better understanding of Dominican culture, it is more open to variations - is there racism in the DR - yes, but you would very likely miss the subtleties. I don't say this to be argumentative I just think your not fully understanding Dominican culture and society.

feel free to report in depth about those quiet but enjoyable times you have there

When I have time, I will write a full review. Meanwhile, if you are horny in Buenos Aires and want a power bottom horny next door joke, go for Fran: http://id006.onyce.net

To my surprise, not only did Trump double down on his attack (no surprise), his base loves it. I watched a news show with female voters from Texas who seemed upper middle class and intelligent but all Republican. They all agreed this was not racist and that the women were actually the ones stirring up stuff, unAmerican and racist. It blows my mind that people can see his banter and not see it for what it is. I'm glad I am not state side and have to listen to this shit on the news daily.

Let me be clear....LTRs, particularly when you are separated by 5000 miles, are not easy. At least mine isn't. And I'm lucky that, for me, the cost is the least of the worries. I don't recommend it. And, come to think of it, I never wanted a boyfriend. I visited Thailand happily for nine years, about forty trips, and enjoyed every minute . Bars, offs, massages... interesting encounters; I had it all. And then one night, I met someone different; or so it seemed. When we finished that first encounter and I'd paid , he waited by the door as though there was something more that should be said or perhaps done.. How long? I'm not sure but it seemed a long, long time. Fifteen years ago and it seems like yesterday. Fifteen years of tribulation and worry. And, I'm not too proud to say it, tears. But I love him and, when troubles come-and they certainly have to us- you have two choices; either say, that's it. The end. Or you love him all the more. And I do.

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.

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.

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.

LOL, I'm afraid no photos of me in the PJ's. But, I do this only in Business Class. However, I have found flying to USA in Business Class very reasonable if you are not using American based airlines. Hainan and other Asian and Middle Eastern airlines have great deals in Business Class.

Has anyone tried Queer scout Bogota ? I really wonder who is paying the prices they ask ... DELUXE BOGOTA 190 $ Quick Overview Enjoy an itinerary custom-made to your preferences, so you can celebrate the vibrant gay nightlife in Bogota, ending in Theatron, Latinamerica’s biggest gay nightclub. Live the unique Queer Scout experience with our fun sexy trilingual scouts, including: *Beer Open-Bar at our headquarters *VIP treatment: no lines or covers in 5 different clubs and bars *Reserved tables and welcome drinks in every place *Luxury transportation between bars and clubs *Free shots in between the bars *Super fun and sexy scouts all along the tour *VIP entrance and treatmentin Theatron, tour in its 14 spaces and a welcome coctail And this one is not the most expensive tour which is ... 470 USD for one person while the "tour on demand" is "only" 150 USD ...

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 !

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

Is the presenter “Boss” the same guy with “Q”, T’s old boyfriend in Bangkok G Story episode 21-23 Ko Samet version?

She may just get my vote! https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/politics/elections/2019/06/20/warren-im-open-decriminalizing-sex-work/1514029001/

Warren is sophisticated and nuanced enough to get the difference between sex work and trafficking. She now has my vote locked in. And she has the legislative procedural chops to get it done. This and many other things. In sharp contrast to Bernie. Who points the way, like Lewis & Clarke, but needs a Pocahontas to actually guide us there.

It rarely gets mentioned but I find the Amara hotel (on Surawong immediately before Red Planet) an excellent choice for quality and value. Wonderfully comfortable bed, modern decor and a short walk to Patpong area. There's a rooftop infinity pool and adequate gym. The buffet breakfast is served in large dining room. Hotel website and Expedia offer good range of prices. Guests are no problem. Club level rooms available and worth the splurge. The lounge is on the 20th floor and has an outdoor terrace.

CROSS POSTED at: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/?p=119540 Part 1 of 4: Marking My Territory As a newbie, I wanted to share my experience in visiting Brazil for the first time, specifically my first paid encounter in Brazil. This post is fairly wordy and heavy on details, so it is not for everyone. But I hope this post is useful for anyone wanting to visit Brazil for the first time. Just a background, I’ve been a regular contributor to the GayThailand.com, having been a regular visitor to Bangkok up until recently. This was the post of my last trip in May: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/ Brazil has always been a dream vacation location of mine. Apart from the obvious draws of the country (great beaches, delicious food, and exotic places), the fact that I’ve always thought Brasileiros are the most beautiful men on earth has always been in my head. They seem to be this Master Race of people (in that they are a delicious mix of the best of two or three or even four races) who are both beautiful inside and out. My main stumbling block in not taking the plunge all these years is the prevailing opinion that Brazil is a very dangerous to visit by yourself. Bangkok, and Thailand in general, has always been relatively safe, and the language barrier, which can be an issue, is not as intimidating of a prospect as I think Portuguese is with Brazil. But I have been easing into visiting Central and South America these past few years. I popped my South America cherry for the first time last year, with an exploratory trip to Medellin, Colombia in August. This deserves a post in and of itself, but sufficed to say after 4 trips to Colombia in the past 6 months, I feel that I am totally comfortable with the country and boys. I had the incredible fortune of getting to know the owner of a Chaturbate studio in one of the bigger Colombian cities, and from there the availability of cam boys as my companions just took off from there. So after all this Colombia experience, I am thinking that it has prepared me for my first trip to Brazil. Also, I have been casually dating a Portuguese/Brazilian guy for the past 7 months, and when he told me that he was visiting his Brazilian mother over Christmas and New Year, and he asked me if I wanted to go with him, I thought that this would be a great way for me to finally break my Brazilian virginity, through the BF. The only problem with this plan was manufacturing some alone time in the country, without the BF. So I tried to book this alone time at the beginning and at the end of our trip, so I can enjoy the sauna scene, theoretically, in Sao Paulo (early December) and Rio (Early January). Things, however, don’t turn out as planned, as my vacation became: Sao Paulo (3 nights alone) – spent some time on Grindr and immediately found 2 guys (2 handsome twenty-something Paulistas, one hairdresser who spoke little English, the other an English teacher who was a little bit too hipster for comfort), so could not carve out any time for the saunas, sadly. Rio (first 4 nights) – flew to the city and met the BF and we pretty much just hung out together, watching Cariocas make fun of his European Portuguese accent, no sauna time for me sadly Natal (3 nights) – nice beachfront hotels, accents way more nasal, are there even saunas here? Grindr yielded a healthy mix of free boys and paid ones Salvador (3 nights) – met some of BF’s friends; Grindr was bursting with locals just wanting to get laid, probably won’t need a sauna with all the hot black Brazilian cock just available for free Back to Rio (2 nights with BF, 1 night alone) – Back here to catch my flight back to the USA. It was super cloudy so beach was not an option for most of the two days with the BF. On third day, BF took an Uber to GIG to catch a flight to Florianopolis to visit his family. When he left the AirBNB, I text him on his way to GIG, just to make sure he made it (and to make sure the coast was clear). I then whip up Grindr to check on the current lay of the land so to speak. We chose an AirBNB in Ipanema according to this post: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/28263-rio-and-sao-paulo-common-hotel-guest-policy/?do=findComment&comment=176437 We did notice that Ipanema was super-duper gay, just by walking around. And Grindr was predictably dense with so many gays as well. Very hot guys. So there was less chance for me to score something really nice since the competition was fierce. Sure enough, I didn’t get as many bites in Rio as I did in Natal and Salvador Grindr. Maybe because there are more Asians here in Rio, so I was less of a novelty. Which was fine. I did not want to get anyone online anyway, because today was the day I was going to go to Club 117. Before the trip, I asked floridarob and planetime, two Boytoy members I have met in Bangkok, what sauna I should try, and they both recommended Club 117 as a good starter sauna. It was 2 PM at this point so it was too early to go to the saunas (I think). I got into some conversations with some guys on Grindr, and was even got close to meeting a handsome Carioca who lived in Sao Paulo (accountant), who was visiting family for the holidays. We exchanged WhatsApp contacts and added each other on Instragram, and continued our conversation from there. Made a mental note to meet him in Sao Paulo on a future trip in April. I did some laundry and pre-packed for tomorrow’s 11:30 AM flight back to the USA via Panama on Copa Air. Set the alarm for 4:30 PM and took a nap. Woke up, put some bottled water in a mug and microwaved it to make some 3-in-1 brazilian coffee to wake me up. While drinking my coffee, I checked BoyToy’s Latin section intensely; making mental notes on where the saunas was, how to get there, how much money to bring, how to approach and negotiate with boys etc. The combination of caffeine and adrenaline suddenly rushed to my head when I realized that, this was it, I was finally going to a Brazilian sauna to get a guy. I got nervous all of a sudden. I read the Boytoy posts again and again. I was psyching myself out. I finally snap out of it and turn on the shower and wait for the hot water to kick in. Over analyzed things again in the shower. At 5:30 PM I was finally able to put on shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of Havaianas I bought at JK Igautemi shopping mall in Sao Paulo. I fired up Uber on my phone to get my ride to Club 117. I’ve used Uber since the first day I arrived in Brazil, going from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Sao Paulo, and it was also my first taste of the lack of English usage in Brazil from my Uber driver. The Uber driver was a woman named Daniela, and she was eager to talk to me for the whole ride, language barrier notwithstanding. My Portuguese was as good as her English, which is to say not very good. Preparing for this trip included me being overly paranoid about the language barrier, so 4 weeks before the trip start, I paid $450 for 10 skype Portuguese lessons with Streetsmart Brazil, a San Francisco based company that offered personalized lessons online. It was for me to get the travel language basics for the trip, but also to be able to communicate with my BF’s Brazilian friends, so as not to rely on him as the translator the whole time. 10 hours was not enough, of course, but surprisingly Daniela, the Uber driver, and I were able to carry a very rough conversation with only individual words, and no sentence construction, and with lots of hand gestures. I knew right then that I was going to be alright, coz the interaction between Daniela and I was hella funny. In the Uber app, I see that my Uber was about 4 minutes from my condo building so I panic a little bit. I take my wallet and look inside. I take out all the credit and ATM cards except for my driver’s license and one ATM. I also take 500 reals with me. The prevailing opinion on this board is to only take what you need, but I was not really sure how much dick and ass I’m going to get tonight (and I have a vague idea of how much a room in the sauna is), so I thought of taking the ATM for emergencies. I leave the condo, lock the door, race out to the hallway, take the stairs, wave goodbye to the doorman (Boa Tarde!) and see that my Uber is waiting for me in front of the building. I get in the back of this Chevrolet Cobalt. The usual greetings were made. The driver asked me if I was the person who hailed him, saying my name. I say an assertive “Sim!”, and then he repeats the address of Club 117 that was on his phone. I again say “Sim, sim!” and we were off. After 2 minutes the driver looks at me through the rear view mirror and then turns on some trendy reggaeton music on the radio. I guess he thought I wouldn’t mind the music. He then asks me the usual stock questions, in Portuguese, asking where I was from, what was I doing here, and what my impression of Rio was. I got used to this line of questioning throughout the trip, so I recognized the PT words and answered appropriately, in PT, to the best of my ability. When I told him I was from United States, I got the usual reaction of shock or disbelief. The word “Chines” always is uttered, presumably because I look somewhat Chinese, even if my heritage is not Chinese. There was always a ton traffic on this way to the airport (or to the sauna), so I exclaimed my disgust to the driver with a hearty “Transito!” to at least show commiseration with the driver. He was impressed that I was able to say this word so he started talking to me in rapid fire Portuguese. He caught himself mid-sentence and repeated his sentence again, this time in slower, bite-sized words. And with some hand gestures and saying the words for “five” and “two,” I was able to infer that he was telling me that the traffic in this part of Rio was due to the number of lanes in the highway going from 5 to 2, and therefore the congestion is pretty bad. I made a remark on the rainy weather as well (muito chovendo) also contributing to the traffic, in my horrible attempt to have a conversation with the driver. The traffic eased up and we were well on our way. After 30 minutes in the Uber I grew concerned. This was kind of out of the way from Ipanema. Where is he taking me? Is it safe there? Am I going to get kidnapped? These thoughts were in my head. But the driver kept to the prescribed route with Uber, so I guess it was going to be OK. Pretty soon we made a right to a smaller street where the sauna was. The drive points to the sauna façade and said that we were here. I thanked him for the ride and got out. My ride was R$29.79, or about $9: I took a deep breath, looked both ways, and crossed the street to get in the sauna. Next, my sauna experience…

Part 3 of 4: Climbing Corcovado After he takes the room key from the counter, he asks me if I needed condoms and lube. I nod and he gets handed some by the employees. He takes my hand again and leads me downstairs. I thought the rooms were upstairs? Anyways we weave through the throng of guys and customers and he leads me to the rooms in the back. He uses the key and opens the door to one of the rooms. What I saw inside reminded me of the massage parlor rooms in Bangkok. It was a minimalist room with a big bed in the middle and an en-suite bathroom. I try not to think about the hundreds and thousands of customer/client pairs that have used the bed for passion, and just focused on the task at hand, which was standing in front of me, waiting for me to get settled. I followed his lead. He leans over to kiss me. Because of the height disparity (he is 6’1, I am 5’7, I am used to this as the BF is 6’2), I had to get on my tippy toes to kiss. Very deep, very wet, very hot. But this position was awkward. I grab his broad shoulders and spin him towards the bed and sit him down on it. I sit on his lap and we continue kissing. He puts a hand on my back and gently strokes it. He stops and grabs me to lay me down the bed, and then stands up to take off his speedo. I take off my towel too. He joins me on the bed and starts kissing and grabs my cock and strokes it. I guess we are not showering before the deed. I showered before coming here, and I am assuming he is immaculately clean. He proceeds to suck me off. Pretty good, not the best I’ve had, but the accompanying visuals were awesome. He looks good in any angle, as any handsome 22 year old with zero body fat and genetics predisposed to muscle, would be. I grab his cock, now semi-hard, and growing fast. Pretty soon I had a monster in my hands. I was glad he was versatile, because taking that cock was just impossible for me. He was still sucking when I take my hands to his ass. Nice and round, and very muscular, I find his hole and start massaging. I take a finger and wet it in my mouth. I slide a finger in. Man, that hole was warm. I position myself to get a better look of his ass. I start rimming. The ass and all its glorious wonder alone was worth the price of admission. After a while I stop rimming and just initiate body contact. He was pretty receptive to my licks and touches and pretty much was ok with me having my way with him. He strokes my cock again and points to the condoms and lube. I guess it was time to fuck. He gets off the bed to get the little packets and then hands me the condom to put on my cock. He then takes this little tube he had hiding in his speedo, squeezes it and puts what came out it in his ass. I ask what the little tube was and he hands it to me: It was a tube of Lidocaine. I guess he wanted to numb the pain of anal sex. BUT, I am not that big so I don’t know what he was worried about. He opens the lube packet and puts it in his butt with the lidocaine already in there. He then puts out his lubed hand and greases up my condom-sheathed cock, which was standing in attention. He then gets down on all fours next to me and gives me a thumbs up. I guess he was ready for the Numazu ride. I get up and turn him over so he was lying on his back. This is my favorite position, because I want to see the guy’s face when I fuck him. I position myself, take his legs on my shoulders, and start putting it in. I go in slowly, and he starts squinting, as if wincing in pain. I pull out. I gotta warm up this baby. I took the lube packet and put more lube on my cock and my fingers. I slide in one finger and get him comfortable with it. I put in two, and after some resistance, I was all in. More lube on my cock, and I tried again. Slowly, he was still wincing, but I was slowly able to get it all in without him wincing in agony. Some slow thrusts, and then faster ones, and we were on our way. While I was pounding him I looked at the majesty of what 150 R got me. His face, still handsome even if he was slightly uncomfortable, was able to crack a smile when he realized I was staring at him. He had a killer smile. I leaned over to kiss him as I continued my exertions. Upright once again, I admire the rest of him. His olive skin tone was exquisite, something that can only exist in the delicious genetic soup that is Brazil. No doubt with regular visits to the beach, the skin tone made every ripple of muscle stand out. The physical exertion of getting fucked made his vein vascularity pop out. His chest just had the perfect amount of flesh and muscle that they bounced with every thrust I take. And his abs, contracting and expanding with the labored breathing he took while taking me, were amazing. I put a hand on his 8-pack, enjoying the feel of genetic perfection. All this visual stimulation, coupled of course with the fact that he was tight as fuck, got me to cum fairly quickly. I stayed in him for a while, catching my breathe, as he stroked my arm. I pull out, slowly (he winced again), and pull out the condom and quickly dispatch of it in the bathroom. I get back and lay beside him, asking “Gozar?” Of course I wanted him to cum. And I knew what he was going to say next: “50 reais?” I say “Sim!” without even thinking about it. $15 to witness an orgasm may be unnecessary for some, but I wanted to see it. While laying down I motion to him using my arms, that I wanted him to sit on my tummy, and to cum on my chest. I wanted to see up close every muscle twitch, every vein contraction, every penis pump. An intimate audience only appropriately appreciates such perfection. He plops his still warm and raw ass on my tummy, and starts the show. He jerks off with his right hand, and he puts his left hand behind his head, revealing his gorgeous pit. Oh yeah he has done this before and knows what sells. He then alternates with his left and right hand, and sometimes uses both hands, to do the deed. And then it comes: he leans forward, balances himself by setting his left hand next to my head, and cums on my neck and face. When he gets his bearings back he looks at his handiwork, and smears some of the cum off my face. I didn’t care. It can stay there all day. He points to the shower and I reluctantly get up and followed his cute butt to the bathroom. And then the fantasy disappears. Yikes, I’m in a sauna, where hundreds to thousands of men have had sex on the bed, have walked these floors, have used the showers. I put on my Havaiianas and pray that I don’t get anything from being barefoot. We shower together, and take turns soaping each other’s backs. I take one more feel of his hole before we turn the water off and dry ourselves. He puts his speedos back on and sits on the bed. I join him and he starts typing on his phone. He shows it to me and it was google translate, asking how long I was going to be here. I take the phone from him and tell him that it was my last night. And tomorrow I was going back to the US. He thinks about this for a minute and then motions to the door. I guess we have come to the end of our programa. I wrap the towel around my waist and we leave the room. We head back to the lockers and I unlock mine to get my wallet. I take 4 fifty real notes from it and hand it to him. He takes it and puts it in his speedos and thanks me. He then just stood there, waiting for me to say something. Throwing caution to the wind, I came up with a wild idea. I take my phone and saw that it was almost 8 PM (and some messages from the BF, I guess he was needing some attention). I look for Google Translate and start typing. I show it to him and he says: “Sim!” with no hesitation. I asked him if he wanted to join me for dinner tonight. I followed it up with: but don’t you need more customers tonight? He answers that he was done for the day. He asks me what part of Rio I was staying at. I tell him I was staying in a condo in Ipanema. He then tells me that he needed to leave at around 11:30 PM to catch the subway and bus back to his house. I told him no problem; he will be home before then. He motions that he had to go to put on some clothes and will be right back. I say yes and I put on my own clothes and make sure all of my stuff was still there (it was). I toss the wet towel in one of the bins and sit myself down to answer messaged from the BF. I look up and see that there were still some new customers coming in and getting into towels. It was going to be a busy night for the boys. I felt that my boy could at least get a few more hundred reais. Oh well. I am sure he very popular and recoup it in other nights. After a few more minutes of waiting he emerges in a very nice white tank top, purple shorts, skater sneakers and checkered socks that went up to mid-calf. On any other guys this would be a crazy outfit combination. But on him, with his skin tone, musculature, legs and face, it all worked. He has his little whore tote bag on his shoulder (I’m guessing it has a toothbrush, deodorant, condom and lube packets, and his tube of lidocaine, and enough cash to get home). We get on the main floor and I see all the boys I am leaving behind. This was a good-looking lot. One boy after another: handsome, muscular, dashing, hung. Having seen it with my own eyes, I can surely say that the hype is fully justified. The legend of Brazilian Sauna boys that has been in my head all this years is as accurate and real as what I thought it would be, and what the pages of the BoyToy forum has cracked it up to be. Yes guys, it is worth it to fly all this way to get this quality of dick. Because it is cheap, there was a lot of it, and it’s really really good. We head over to the counter and I settle my bill. Things were hazy at this point, having just come off a high from the sex, but I think I was charged 90-something reais ($28) for the use of the room, as well as the condoms and lube, and maybe an entrance fee too, I am not sure. Overall, I spent more or less $100 for a couple of hours of watching, cruising, and sexing, some Brazilian boys. Not bad. While waiting for my change I call an Uber. We wait in the empty hallway outside the main door till I see on my phone that the Uber is closeby. We head out, see the car waiting for us, and duck in the back seat. The driver repeats the address on his phone. I confirm the destination and we were on our way. I look at my boy and he smiles at me. And like clockwork, he sits closer, takes my hand in his and we spend the whole ride this way. This was gonna be good. The night is not done, as I made some mistakes… next.

Part 2 of 4: Feeling My Way Around I want to start with this caveat: I am not a sauna/bathhouse person. I am not a massage parlor person. I like having private sex, in a house or hotel, preferably on a bed, mine or his. When in Bangkok I rarely go to the "Mega Bathhouse" Babylon, and also rarely do I go get those happy ending massages, unless brought or forced by a friend. And I am not alone. This post by Eriksmythee1 in the thread "Sao Paulo Advice" sums up more or less my issues with it: That is why the Thailand boy bar model appeals to me. You can be sitting inconspicuously among the audience of a boy show bar, look at the display of boys onstage, tell the waiters which boy you wanted, the boy can then sit with you and you can do your due diligence to see if you are a match, and BOOM, a few hundred baht later, you are the temporary boss of a hot young virile thing to take home and have consensual monkey sex with. BUT, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and the promise of going to a place that had super hot Brasilerios for a small fee was enticing enough to venture out of my comfort, so off to the sauna for me: As I cross the street, I notice, to the left of me, two guys (presumably clients) making their way to the sauna as well. They open the door and I slip in behind them. They get to the end of this short hallway and, after waiting for a few seconds, get buzzed in to the inner door. We all go in and get greeted by the employees behind the counter. The two guys get checked in first and they get their keys. When it was my turn, one of the staff asks me if I preferred English or Portuguese. I say English. I was asked what my name was, so I give them an alias. They put my “nome de puta” on the computer and I was given a key with a number on it, presumably a locker key. I was not sure what to do next. I was so nervous that at this point I forgot everything that I read in the forums. I looked around and saw a staircase leading to an upper floor, and another to a lower floor. So far, the sauna’s configuration reminded me of my grandmother’s house in the East Coast USA, EXCEPT this house had really hot guys in towels to my right. Some of them noticed that I was there staring and with drool forming in the sides of my mouth. Two smiled in my general direction, others just stared at me, probably trying to surmise what I was about. They were of varying shapes, sizes and ages. Mostly young, mostly muscular, mostly handsome. I immediately tried to play it aloof and non-chalant. I go towards the guys and just try to coolly walk past them, at a pace fast enough to appear casual, but slow enough to be able to assess if anyone of them clicked with me or not. Walking down the hallway made me realize that there were some customers interspersed among the working men there. I guess one way to observe the trade is to be side-by-side with the boys. Upon walking at the end of the hallway, I see a door to a large room that had a bar and some chairs and a stage. Some boys and customers were socializing and drinking and having fun. That looked nice, but I wasn’t ready to go in just yet. I instead go back the other way and go up the stairs to the upper floor. No one was there, save for one lonely woman janitor looking at me with a blank stare. Why wasn’t anyone here? I just see rooms with their doors closed. I guess this was where some of the private rooms were. I go back down and then down further to the lower level. I see more boys just walking, standing, talking. Some were trying to entice customers, others just sitting there resting, a number of them staring at the wall, presumably wondering about their existence in life. And then I notice the locker rooms. I see my locker but I don’t change into a towel yet. I still wanted to look around and explore. There was a series of showers to my right, and the lockers to my left. Lots of models just looking around and trying to entice customers. A lot of them were really hot, and most of them were sporting fairly big packages and huge asses. And then I remember one of the great advices in the boytoy.com website: don’t fall in love with the first model you talk to. This was particularly useful for the first guy that talked to me. He was standing to my right, leaning against the wall, when he extended an arm to stop me as I was about to walk past him. I stop to look at his handsome face, which was really striking. Classic Italian looks, with just a perfect splash of genes from other races that made his face and skin tone very distinctive and alluring. He was only wearing a towel, and he was this big mountain of a man. He had giant pecs and abs that are just perfect. He grunts out a question to me but I barely make it out with the showers running closeby. He leans in to whisper it in my ear. What is your name is what he asked. I told him my Nome de Puta and he tells me his. He immediately asks what I wanted, so I tell him “Sexo”, like an idiot (duh, of course). He laughs and then asks what I wanted to do in sex. Almost on cue he strokes his flaccid, but already huge cock, through his towel. He then touches my butt and strokes it. It was clear he was a top. I then ask, pointing to him, “Ativo?” “Yes,” he answers in English. “Nao passivo?” He nods, “Nao passivo!” almost indignantly. I then point to myself “Tambem. Nao passivo!” smiling. He smiles as well, and then draws me closer. He lightly licks my ear (very forward already) and then looks at me and then tries to haggle: “Nao passivo. Muito beijando (pointing to his lips and mine). Contato” and other words I don’t recognize. He tries to act it out with his giant muscular arms. I guess he was trying to say that no anal is required to have fun with him. While he was this towering muscular handsome guy with what I can see (and feel) is an enormous cock, I had to pass. He was not a bottom, so it won’t work out. I didn’t want my first paid Brazilian experience to be a vanilla sex thing. Also I had to apply the rule of not hiring the first guy I talk to. So I put a hand to his face and squeeze it, and say my thanks and walk on by. I decide to really dive into this now so I go to my locker to get out of my clothes and just be in a towel. The locker did not have a towel but an employee quickly handed me one from the back. I undress, and then briefly say goodbye to my cellphone as I put it relunctantly in the locker, and lock the locker door. I turn around and get accosted by a second guy. He was my height (about 5’7-5'9), very pretty face, and looked fairly young. He had a muscular, but not too muscular frame. His penis made a clear outline in the front, and it looked like he had a big butt. He had fairly white skin: if we were in the USA, I would think he would just pass for any other white-italian kid. He speaks to me in near-perfect English. He asks the usual questions and then proceeds to do the hard sell. He asks me what I wanted and I told him I was looking to top a guy. He said he was the best bottom in the building. I laughed and then told him I didn’t believe him. He was indignant, telling me to ask any of the customers here. That particularly wasn’t a selling point for me (and I won’t be going around asking the customers how his ass was), so I asked him what else he did. He said he kisses really well, and proceeds to give me a very deep wet one. Wow, that was impressive. He looks into my eyes and then kisses my nose. He kept insisting and asking and pulling my arm to get me to take him. It was turning into a less sexy interaction, and to one that was more desperate. I pull away and tell him that I will see him for round 2. He asks me why he was not good enough for round 1. I just smile, thanked him for his time and attention, and started walking away. This was kind of fun. I think I am getting the hang of it. My nerves were gone. I could do this now with a clear head, and ready to look for the perfect Brazilian guy for me. This approach to getting guys is so much more in-your-face than the way it is done in Thailand. Out there, the boys are usually on a stage, separate from the customers, sometimes out of reach, and you call on the boy you want to sit with you for further inspection. In here, the men and customers mingle with each other for a relatively more personal interaction. There are pros and cons for each way. I imagine if I was more shy I’d prefer to be in the background just picking my boys and avoiding their gaze, instead of having sex served directly to my face, but there is something about Brazil, both in the confines of the four walls of a sauna in particular, and the being out there in the kinetic city with the locals in general, that takes you out of your comfort zone. Which to me is the whole point in exploring this country anyway. I go back upstairs and do a victory lap around the premises. Lots of guys to choose from, but I didn’t try to talk to one just yet. I went back downstairs and immediately see this olive-skinned tall hunky, bleached blonde guy in a speedo, not a towel. That look was definitely distinctive. He caught me staring and smiled, and started walking towards me. He sticks out a hand and shakes my hand. He kept drawing me close till I was close enough to get a whiff of the scent off of his body. It was pleasant, and sexy and it worked for me. We exchange names and then he asks me where I was from. I tell him and I ask him the same question. He points to the ground “Rio. Carioca,” saying he was a native to the city. I say “Carioca” back at him, saying the word for the very first time in my life, which made me smile widely. He warmly smiles back, nodding “Sim!” He was obviously young (I ask him and he said he is 22), and his body was very muscular, but looked naturally built and ripped. He wasn’t anything like some of the steroided guys I saw upstairs. His English was not so good, but he knew enough phrases to ask me the right kind of questions. He said he was versatile, he said he kissed very well (and proved it with a quick but deep kiss), and he said he was very friendly and easy-going. He whipped out his phone to get to google translate. He showed me what he wanted to say: if I wanted to take him to a room for some fun. I looked at him up and down. For me he stood out from all the other guys here. He was this delicious multi-racial guy with olive skin, a prominent Italian nose, and bleached blond hair that made his look unique. To me his looks out- Brazilian-ed every other Brazilian out there in the sauna. His thighs were huge and inviting. His ass and bulge were both large (the great set of genetics present in the building was very impressive), and his abs and pecs were on point and not too over-developed and over worked-out. But more than that, he had this effortless masculinity that could not be faked. I was sold. I wanted to get to know him more. But I had to ask the most important question ever : “Quanto?” How much for his services? He tries to answer in English. I did not understand as his accent was bad. I say “Quanto?” again, this time he tells me his price in Portuguese. He wanted 150 R, about $50. From the board, I vaguely recall that this was in the middle to high range of what was average pay for the guys were. I was in no mood to haggle. He had what I wanted and I wanted to have it. “Sim!” I say with a smile. He smiles back and immediately takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. What happened? That’s next…