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Days 2-7: The Honeymoon in Recife Part 1 – The Outdoors 1. The Beaches The first ever beach I’ve ever been to in Brazil has been the Rio de Janeiro – Zona Sul beaches of Ipanema and Copacabana. For me, they have been the standard of Brazil beaches that I've measured all the other Brazil beaches, because, duh, it is Rio de Janeiro, the tourist paradise, but also because the beaches in RJ is usually a perfect mix of things I find appealing in a beach-going experience: fine sand, clean water, presence of services (chairs, food, others) and hot boy watching. And yes, like everywhere else, it has a lot of not so good things going for it as well: too many people hawking things (from sunglasses to drugs), it can get quite expensive (the food, the chairs, the drinks), and at certain times, it gets crowded. But it is still the standard that I look for in the other Brazilian beaches I go. I’ve seen some so far: from the good (there are a lot: RJ - Arrail do Cabo and perihery, SC – Balneario Camboriu and Floripa, Bahia: Salvador – Barra and Ondina, Natal – Ponta Negra, SP - Guaruja), the bad (Sao Paulo – Santos and Sao Vicente) and the ugly (none yet, thank goodness). The Recife beach in the Boa Viagem nexus of beaches can be thought of as one of the good ones. And surprisingly, in many respects, it is superior to the RJ beaches: the sand is prettier, water cleaner and warmer, services are plentiful and cheaper, and hot boys aplenty as well. The last part is important of course. The morning after Tomas arrived, we wasted no time checking out the beaches. OK maybe we did waste some a little bit: we had to take care of morning wood. After that essential morning ritual, Tomas brewed us coffee and made cheese sandwiches for café da manha, and showering together (to save water, of course lol), we applied sunblock, wore our swimsuits under our bermudas and regatas, and we were on our way to the beach. AirBNB Point of improvement: the apartment is great, but it was not exactly by the beach. It was a nice 15 -20 minute walk to the beach, so it wasn’t too bad and perfect for a morning stroll to the beach, but this was the Northeast, and the winter sun would bake everyone eventually in the afternoon. And after a busy and somewhat tiring day in the beach, at times, a walk back to the apartment in the blaring sun wasn’t exactly a welcome proposition. Once there though, the sidewalk was filled with activity. Even some rainbow flags in some of the kiosks: The beach ambiance: perfect. Boa Viagem was superior to Rio Zona Sul because the beach chairs and sun umbrella were free. We chose a barraca (kiosk) which turned out to be super friendly and very accommodating to our needs. It was also situated near a public restroom, in case you didn't want to go peepee in the ocean, and unlike Rio, the bathrooms are free (another plus). One marked difference with Recife beaches compared to RJ, a bag for trash was automatically always provided with every umbrella. It is probably why the beaches are so clean: The food: the revelation for the week was the street food readily available in Recife. We didn’t bother with going to restaurants and just munched on street food and home cooking. The favorite for me were the Caldinhos: a type of small portion soup with all kinds of goodies in the thick broth. Tomas thought it would be something I’d like, because there were a lot of things in it (may have either: fried pork skin, seafood, quail eggs, chicken, corn, etc, you name it), they were bite sized portions that can be consumed quickly without needing table to eat it, and the flavors were strong. He also thought that I can handle the soup’s contents because of my strong stomach by virtue of me being a frequent traveler, and the things in these soups may or may not be clean enough to be handled by more sensitive constitutions. They were always 5 reals, and sometimes the vendors can themselves be flavorful bitefuls as well: Caldinho de Feijao – black beans broth and pork With shrimp: With chicken's head meat: The men: boy watching at the beach did not dissapoint. There were a couple of boys and vendors who looked good, and some beach-goers were eye-candy, but the main attraction were the surfers. On windier, more turbulent wave days, you’d see kids, teens, and adults try their skills on the waves. A bunch of teenagers were trying to surf in front of us: IMG_2394.TRIM.mp4 The teenagers were interesting. They usually surfed earlier in the day. And then they would disappear and an hour later they would appear, all nice looking and smelling nice wearing perfume, selling brigadeiros. Tomas bought me some brigadeiros from the wolf pack, and he commented that they smelled nice. I wonder what their deal was. If I was alone/single I’d be bold enough to ask if they were available. Which I was guessing they were. There was also this hottie who was trying to catch waves close to us: IMG_2407.TRIM.mp4 I was so beguiled by this surfer, that it came to a point that Tomas made snide remarks about my infatuation. Maybe I was staring too much. Don’t blame me, after all, he was hot. But it did affect us later, when arriving home after that beach day we decided to get frisky. After he came, I tried to cum but couldn’t, so while Tomas was jacking me off, I closed my eyes and fantasized about the surfer. Tomas snapped his fingers in front of my face and said that I should be focusing on him and not the “surfista” in my head. I laughed out loud, he did have a point, and he knew me so well. I sat up and made out with him as I jacked myself off. 30 seconds later I came all over his stomach. Love the one you’re with. But after that, the whole week, he would continue to tease me about the hot surfista. I showed my hand on that one. 2. The Pracinha Tomas used to live in Recife, for a year in his early 20s. Rio was getting on his nerves at that point, and lamented the presence of lots of competition in the Rio saunas, so he wanted out. He had a friend in Recife who extolled the virtues of beach living in Boa Viagem, as a more tranquil alternative to the more stressful RJ beach life, so with just the clothes on his back he took the multi-day bus ride(s) from Rio to Recife. He worked as a Garoto de Programa there and spent most of the days in the beach in Boa Viagem. He lived close to the Praca de Boa Viagem, a sort of town square in the southern end of Boa Viagem. So this was sort of a homecoming for him, and all the good memories of his wild 20s were coming back. He remembered being so happy here, with everything and everyone being so chill and fun. One of the places he went to almost every night was that park, a place to have a cheap dinner of just street food and sometimes listen to live music that would be there in the weekends. He said winter, though more tolerable than summers in terms of being outside, was less busy because there were less tourists in general. And it showed with our walk from the apartment to the park: Once we got there though, it was a lively scene. We decided to have dinner there on our second night, and other nights when he didn’t want to cook at the house. Some of the local street food that I tried: Tapioca with some beef and cheese filling (yummy yummy yummy – 8 reals): Some sugarcane juice to wash it down (very Nordeste – 5 reals): Acaraje, which is this weird heady mix of black eyed peas, ground shrimp and onions, and a variety of toppings that were super flavorful (very Nordeste – 10 reals): And a kiosk that had the weirdest collection of cakes: We tried several varieties of chocolate cakes and mousses. All 8 reals. As you can see, a good giant meal is less than 25 reals total. We never had to step into a restaurant, and why would we if the food was this good. The other side of the park had kiosks full of handicrafts and souvenirs. We bought each other matching t-shirts that said Recife in it. He insisted on matching ones so if we wear them separately we would be reminded of this amazing holiday. Thinking ahead already. We also bought trinkets, and he bought some religious idols for his grandmother and mother. Overall this was a shoppers paradise: So the week consisted of going to the beach during the day, and hanging out the park at night, with some evening strolls by the beach as well. He was showing me his Recife, and he showed me his favorite things to do in this fabulous city. I had to throw away the guidebook on this one, and just relied on his version of Recife as my intro to the city. Sure, I missed a lot of sites: the old city Recife Antigo, Olinda, Porto de Galinhas and other breathtaking sites, but it hardly mattered in the week with the boyfriend. And of course, I had to save time for the indoor activities, next… IMG_2394.TRIM.mp4 IMG_2407.TRIM.mp4

Ok, as much as we all love dogs and stuff, where is the pic of the 22cm Cancun Dick? Send the pic then I promise I'll gush about your dog!!!

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!

Poll: Most Americans call Trump's tweets targeting 4 congresswomen 'un-American' So is there any way to take this other than that a lot of Republicans are racists, or at least very comfortable with racism? Specifically meaning the racist comments of President Trump? Before I make the point about the poll data, let me preface it with one of my favorite lines of the week, from an article today by David Axelrod, about the upcoming debates: If you believe, as I do, that the ultimate argument against President Trump is that his gleeful, nasty and unremitting penchant to divide the country is a dispiriting and exhausting barrier to progress, the charismatic Harris could emerge as a force to heal the breach. You could take out the word "Harris" and put in the words "Warren" or "Sanders" and that would sum up my hopes for 2020. I'd much rather have 90 % of what Democrats say be about a positive message about health care, and jobs, and taxes, and making America smarter, and helping people buy homes and get good educations without going neck deep into debt. If we talk about racism, I'd prefer it to be in the sense Axelrod brings it up: isn't this just really fucking exhausting? Don't we have better things to talk about, and to accomplish? That said, the reality is that Trump really does seem to want to talk about racism, because it feeds his base. I assume most everyone here has already read that his own EEOC uses the phrase "go back to where you came from" as a textbook example of bigotry or racism or discrimination in the workplace. But of course you can say that's just because the EEOC is made up of pin-headed bureaucrats. What's fascinating about these polls is forget about the bureaucrats. Let's talk about what the public thinks. So that's kind of amazing right there. Most Democrats think it's racist to say "go back where you came from". But apparently only a plurality of Republicans agree. So this is where it gets really fucked up, I think. If you read the whole article, the 59 % breaks down this way on partisan lines. Trump's tweet is viewed as "un-American" by 88 % of Democrats, 54 % of Independents, and 25 % of Republicans. So wait ................... let me get this straight. 45 % of Republicans say it is "racist" for Trump to tell Black or Muslim or Latinx members of Congress to "go back where you came from". But only 25 % of Republicans think it is "un-American". How exactly does that work? It sounds like for the majority of Republicans, what Trump tweeted is not racist. And then for another 20 %, it is "racist" but not "un-American". Huh?

The new Dreamboy still has ladyboys “Miss World” contest show, consequently, ladyboys big cock show that alone put me off greatly whereas Moonlight has only minor role for ladyboy. Jupiter also does not have stand alone ladyboy show and always with boys.

And according to the movie as well, its a cursed lol

while I agree with both posters above , word of warning as it seems their advice comes from semi-permanent boyfriend situation. If one has just short vacation term quasi boyfriend experience I'd be careful not to create sense of false bond and attachment as in a week or two on departure my lead to drama, disappointment and one more Thai boy's broken heart when invariably he will be told it's all over because holidays are.

remember we are talking about movie character , not a real guy although who knows , he may be as big in real as movie has us to believe, LOL

that's gross and I wonder who invented such an act, hard to forget indeed thank you for the warning

Very useful info, thanks a million! I'll mark mentioned hotels on my Google map (the whole of my slut-tour is already pinned with POI's). Woooooo, I am so exited to go! Whahaha.

If you take the steps that you laid out, and only bring one guest back to your place at a time, you should be fine. I say “should” because nothing is foolproof. On your first trip, as a pasty white gringo, even with a little Spanish on your tongue, you’re probably much safer at one of the hotels that is accustomed to sex tourists in the Colonial Zone (the Romas, Discovery, etc.) than an apartment. These hotels also take copies of or keep the cedulas while the visitor is in the room. In most cases, as an added safety precaution, you can tell the front desk not to return the ID until you come down with the visitor for him to retrieve it.

OK. First, my apology was because we were going way off topic with the discussion. some forums and members complain about this all the time. I think we did go a bit too far astray to Canada and Bahia sex tourism discussions. All valid but, perhaps, not helpful to the man who asked the initial question. On another point, Americans have improved over the years and there are articles in regular travel journals that despair of the tendency of quieter Americans to pretend to be Canadian. I even read an article about the increased sale of backpacks with the Maple Leaf flag in the US market. I frequent Thailand both Pattaya and Bangkok for decades and the ugly American has been greatly surpassed by the ugly Russian. I was there in January and Thai bar workers were actually talking about the mixed issue of the poor Russian economy cutting down on visitors - less loud obnoxious, demanding clients but, sadly less clients. BY the way you should allow for spell check overrides of things like Colombia that go unnoticed by the poster. Columbia is not just once city in the U.S. but the secondary name of our nation since founding. Poetically referred to as "oh Columbia" thus the cities towns, colleges and our Federal District called: " The District of Columbia" English even spells Brasil wrong - not a real issue. As long as the intent os well taken. I always take a photo of the front and the back ( it has the address ) of the cedula and have iPhoto sinking to both the cloud and google photo. No need to spend time emailing. I stay in Airbnb but for first timers either stay at a gay friendly hotel or use Manny, Freddy or Francisco. They don't have anything special but you don't have access to the more discreet when you first arrive. Security is a priority but don't go crazy the Colonial Zone is where you should be and it is quite safe.

Once again giving you the benefit of the doubt, my fille-du-roi roots accept.

The dick is deeply embedded, in recess. Give them time to cum up for air.

for me that's applicable to all bars at all times

One visit to ML on recent trip reinforced impressions from two earlier visits. First, The stage show is focused on the guys and--unlike Dreamboy--not on the ladyboys. Second, it arguably has the best-looking array of young men (models and others) of any of the show clubs. Third, trust your instincts more than the advice of mamsans when it comes to off selections. The best seats (in my experience) tend to be the stools on your right as you're led in. They minimize the obstructions.

perhaps that is reason they are closing, there's something in saying about no free lunches

I have never used food delivery in thailand, but have used it religiously here in KL. We also have honestbee here and also received noticed of their suspension, and turns out they have cash issues and still owes some food outlet money. There are few more options here, grabfood, foodpanda, delivereats for food delivery. But i also used dahmakan (literally means finished eating) which is a delivery-only food outlet created by few chefs. They served unique and healthy food but also have cheaper menu as well. They have thai brand called polpa by dahmakan. Whats great about this is they have subscription where u buy certain amount of prepaid meals for a discount. Their premium and healthy option has always been great in taste, the cheaper ones are usully hit and miss for me.

Correct.Don't lead him on. Don't let him think that a few offs means than a ltr is a possibility. In my case, I was meeting my partner for offs from his bar for a year ( I was visiting three or four times annually) before it became apparent that this relationship was different. To both of us. It was another two years or so before I used the word "love". I recall exactly the circumstances because I emailed an old friend that he (my partner) hadn't been well and that I was worried about him. It was then that I said to my old friend, "I think I love him." What I didn't realise then was that my partner was beginning to suffer the early symptoms of TB which, a few months later, would put him in hospital and begin a difficult chapter in our relationship.

so what is the bad news ?

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. -

Yes. I am very aware of this. Certainly I do nothing overt to lead him on. I don't tell him I love him or that there are any future plans for us. Nothing. But of course I can see how hard he is trying to ensnare me and how happily he is constantly on Facebook with his EIGHT siblings and mother, proudly showing them what we are doing... I suppose I have a natural tendency to unwittingly encourage the boys I really like. As a previous semi LT squeeze once sized me up: you're the type of farang who is kind to the boys, you're sweet to us. My friend from my bar already told me and that's why I wanted you.

Riobard. You do have a good sense of humor. I repeat you are, in many ways, a delight. Still, I seldom understand a word you say but would love to share a good Bordeaux !

Motels in Bogota If for any reason you do not want to receive a guest in your hotel or if you want to try something else, you can try motels in Bogota. Calle 62 in Chapinero is full of them : Amarte, Las Palmas, los Alpes, ... maybe 10 of them in the same street. Room in Las Palmas was 40000 COP for 4 hours (from monday to tuesday the price is same but for up to 6 hours). Room, sheets, bathroom, everything was very clean. In Las Palmas each room is a different style. We were in a plane with safety instructions on the wall, light for safety belt fastening, shape of inside of a plane, windows opening on blue skies ... Some differences though : - belts on the bed are of a different kind - some chairs and instructions for use are not to found on a plane !

Two days ago, I made a comment on BT on a boy who was supposed to be a Czech guy, from Olomouc. I am around 10.000 km from Prague, in Bogota and I find an advertisement on this boy on rentmen.com ... his name is Karim Bastian. The pictures posted on BT were so sexy that I could not really resist. Of course I imagined it was a fake profile ie a Colombian using KB s pictures. When I saw that his whattsapp number was Czech, it became clear he was really Karim. Since I was willing to know a motel in Chapinero, I asked if he knew one. He did. We decided to meet in front of Las Palmas hotel in Chapinero. Karim arrived just on time. He was wearing a black tee shirt on what it was written in white capotal letter : NOBODY IS READY FOR THAT. Indeed. Karim is stunning. Nice muscular body, nice face, nice smile. An ass which we are actually immediately ready for... Session was perfect. Long French kiss, long sucking, fucking in various positions, lots of moaning. A real treat ! Worth repeats. I did not pay the local price for Karim but the hour I spent with him was worth every peso I paid. I am even considering another session tomorrow. It will depend on my other date tonight and on what I will be doing during the night ...

As usual, Rioblather, you’re overthinking the problem. Relax, relate, release!

My favourite in Paris by far. Lovely, and well-chosen dreamy soundtrack ... Debussy and Ravel if I am not mistaken.

No, the ticket is integrated and you can go anywhere on the Metro system. Just transfer, not exit. If you exit by mistake maybe you can re-enter. I have not yet made that gaffe. I think it is a two-hour window, activated at initial insertion, and you can even transfer to bus or tram within the allowable zones ... that would involve an exit and then card re-insertion. There are some aspects I do not yet understand or recall because I have neither the need nor time to research. For example, is it a special fare just to enter Line9 proximal to centre? Surely frequent travellers needing two stops only on Line9 not remotely close to El Prat use a regular fare, I assume. Wild guess: special fare only for embark or disembark T1 or T2. You only need to purchase T10 the next time you travel as per usual. For convenience, perhaps get it as you exit to your accommodations on your inbound date. Let's say you are outbound from Urgell. Just buy the special ticket there or at an earlier date (or 2 fares at airport arrival?) in case there were to be a glitch, but careful to not activate cuz I think it looks identical to T10. Hop on Line1 and as described, auto transfer at Torrassa. Keep ticket to insert for exiting to either terminal. I do believe tickets are not purchaseable until you exit there, so don't get stuck. You don't want to have to backtrack a stop or two to exit and re-purchase, again I am 99% sure the airport is the only station requiring ticket for station exit, or have to necessarily hand a fiver to a stranger for a favour. It is not foolproof and I have witnessed other Metro users make errors. If you are fatigued on arrival you might stick yourself with an expensive 10-ride special fare you'll never use. Come to think of it, a Lyonais was sitting beside me, having evidently got on L9 bound for airport without special fare, and course-corrected with friendly input. Aerobus for travel hours outside of Metro timetable.

Usual blathering pomposity aside, your reasoning here seems ridiculous to me. If a provider doesn’t bring you something you like, tell him so and be specific. In most cases, he will try harder to bring someone who meets your needs (unless your needs are unreasonable). And if he cannot find what you like, find another service provider. My first procurer in the DR was Freddy, more than a few years back. Nice enough guy for a first-time visitor on a short trip. His first few introductions were on point for me. However, after a while, for me, he ran out of steam. I soon determined that what he specializes in just ain’t my type. And that’s OK. He’d be great for plenty of others — he seems to be an endless source of young twinkle types. But after a few initial intros to great muscley guys, all he brought me were Twinkletoes, in spite of my direct requests. That was the end of our business dealings. No hard feelings.

he is and according to the movie , well endowed

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.

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!

Night 2, Part 1: Moonlight - Battle of the Bulges This was the night I knew my boyfriend would enjoy the most. Having followed the Moonlight FB videos for quite a while now, I had a good idea of what we were in for and I knew he would enjoy the performances. As usual, we started off our night with some food and drinks. Fortunately, my boyfriend’s slow drinking habits benefited us in one tremendous way. When we entered Moonlight, it was almost a packed house already despite being almost 30 minutes early for the show. Thus, one of the only available spots for us was a set of stools and a table right next to the shower. I knew we were in for a treat. My boyfriend’s best friend had ditched us that night, so we were alone in comparing notes. We had different styles which made for fun discussions. As far as stage guys, and not models, I was particularly fond of #8…short, big butt, cute face, and cool haircut - very much the masculine kpop style that I love. Even my boyfriend could appreciate how big #8’s butt was compared to his height. Our seating location really paid off in the model walkout. With the first few models coming out in white speedos (though later ones were wearing different colors unfortunately), I could see veins, heads, and shafts galore protruding through the swimsuits - something just not possible with the FB feed. The camera operator tries to give us a glimpse, but it’s nothing compared to sitting right there and being able to count the hairs popping out of the speedo. Screw 4K, I had BonerK. I’ll never forget seeing Mr. Nicky coming down the stage. I had seen him on the FB videos, but he looked even more handsome in person (though, yes, I know that most of it is plastic surgery.) More than that though, something must have happened before the model walkout because he was sporting a much bigger bulge than usual. I thought I was mistaken, but he spent the whole time on stage covering his bulge which told me my suspicions were correct. You can verify this yourself by watching the FB video from July 7th (the longer one). Well, lust must have been brewing that night because Mr. Babe came out with a bulge to compete with Mr. Nicky’s. Unfortunately, the video was cut short and there’s no record of his competitive level bulging-ness. It was during the model walkout that my boyfriend finally found the one that drove him wild - Mr. Mark. Apparently all other gogo boys disappeared after that and he only paid attention when Mr. Mark was on stage. My boyfriend is Malaysian and Mr. Mark looks like he could be Malay given his darker skin and facial features. Anyone know what part of Thailand he is from? My boyfriend was a bit shy to ask me to call Mr. Mark over for a drink to ask him questions like that for himself. My boyfriend (and I) also had a thing for Mr. York, but my boyfriend didn’t like how serious he was all the time. Can anyone vouch if that’s just his stage persona and perhaps he’s actually quite a lively guy for drinks and more? Though there were some performances before the model walkout, the show didn’t really begin until the models had been introduced. As far as the show, a “big” highlight was in one of the ladyboy numbers where the guys are wearing white tights and black masks. With my perfect seating arrangement, I got major eyefuls of VPL. The tease of it all was driving me crazy. Plus, with so many guys wearing condoms and cock rings on stage now, a little mystery can be more of a turn on for me. A close second was the towel show. Our ideal location gave me ample opportunities to appreciate the curvature of the performers' asses. Mr. York didn't disappoint one bit. One thing I'll never forget was the shower show. Mr. Rough (in relation to the type of sex I think he’d be best at) was spiking my heart rate with every gyration. As my seat was right below the shower, I could see his speedo filling with water, getting heavier, and falling…falling…falling until he decided to just kick it off. I'd seen him trying to get the water out at some point, but I think he knew it was futile. Sure this might be planned but it fueled the fire thinking it was unintentional and we got a fortuitous eyeful of this beautiful guy in his full glory. Seeing the water run off the tattoos on his back and all the way down to the tattoos on his butt from such a close vantage point made it easy to hear my heart pounding in my chest. His face is not his best attribute (though that's oddly a turn on for me... I admit I have unique tastes), but he was the one that kept my attention all night after that. Anyone have experiences with him they can share comment or PM? Through Moonlight’s Twitter, I found out his name is Kong. At this point, I definitely was finding it difficult doing Bangkok as a spectator. Then again, anything except sex is difficult to do when all your blood has left your brain and gone straight to your nether regions, so I didn’t let it affect me in any negative ways. The best thing was seeing my boyfriend enjoy Moonlight so much. We were singing and kissing a bunch through the night (a perfect mamasan deterrent btw.) His whole opinion of Bangkok was starting to change as well thanks to my good planning skills. This will make it easier to get back here and take the next steps. Next up…Hot Male.

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Damn that sounds hot to watch! Where are you getting the info that they are opening for bi-time on Thursdays from? I checked their website and didn't see it.

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