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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

RISQUE RIO RENDEVOUS Another FAN-fucking-tastic TRIP TO Rio in the History Books for my husband and I. We planned this trip about 8 months ago and used kayak, skyscanner and hopper to monitor the prices for direct flights out of Miami until we saw a cheap price that we liked. Fortunately, within the 1st month, we found affordable tickets at $661 non-stop/round trip out of Miami. The apps used to monitor the flights are very useful, but I never book through the apps. Once the app sends me the alert that the price has changed, I book directly through the airline site and book the tickets. We stayed at a beautiful one bedroom apartment with washer/dryer, kitchenette, living, dining room and a nice bathroom. The apartment is in Copacabana and surrounded by tons of restaurants, shops, pharmacies and other stores. The building has a 24 hour attendant and we were allowed as many guests as we wanted and boy did we have a parade of hot, Brazilian men parading through our apartment. We flew out of Miami Wednesday, July 10th, and arrived in rio the next morning, Thursday, at 8:30 a.m. We were allowed to check in early because I actually book the Airbnb for July 9th to ensure that no one else would be in the apartment and my husband and I wouldn’t have to wait until 3 or 4 p.m. on our day of arrival to check in. Before we arrived in rio I was in contact with one of my boytoy bff’s who is now my boytoy brother or BTB for short. Hes now my BTB because he’s trashy, nasty and has an insatiable appetite for hot men just like I do. My BTB, @luvlatinmuscle had been in rio the week prior to me arriving. Before he left for his trip I was telling him what I knew about rio, sharing information about the saunas and with the permission of the guys in rio, giving him their numbers so he could have some of the best sex of his life while he was there. I also insisted that he got numbers of some sexy guys while he was at the saunas and share those Brazilian contacts for me as well. While my trampy BTB was in rio he was sending me messages and cropped photos of guys about his trysts at the saunas and his hotel. OMG!!!! He was messages and photos had me hard and wet. Lol! I have a few hot guys who I really like to spend time with in rio, but im always up for finding new dicks to ride into the sunset. Lol! One particular guy he sent photos of, we nicknamed the INCREDIBLE HULK. This nickname is so appropriate for this guy because he has a body like Lou Ferigno in the old INCREDIBLE HULK television series from the 70’s. the INCREDIBLE HULK and I chatted before I arrived, but I needed to first see my INTERNATIONAL HUSBAND, SUPERMAN. We will call him Superman because I bought him a long sleeve superman fitted shirt to cover his tattoos while my husband took pics and videos of him tearing me a new one. He knows what I like and fucks me like the $2 dollar whore that I am. I am crazy about this guy because he is what one might consider a Barbie, but he definitely doesn’t have an attitude. Also, he will fuck you for hours, give you milk and make sure you CUM without rushing or pressuring you for more money. He is my INTERNATIONAL HUSBAND. I really like this guy because hes the sexiest guy in the club and is so damn humble and gracious. Superman was scheduled to arrive at noon. He gets to the apartment, disrobes, showers enters the bedroom naked. We fucked for about 45 minutes. He always, Always, always gives me his SUPER MILK and keeps his dick in me and fucks me until I cum. Him pounding while my husband sucks my nipple feels so AMAZING. The INCREDIBLE HULK arrived at 3:30. This guy is HUGE. BODY AND DICK! Hes a little intimidating, but one of the sweetest guys you will ever meet in rio. My husband decided to sit this one out and watch television in the living room. I shut the bedroom door, The hulk and I started to play with each other and Within seconds his dick was ROCK hard. THIS GUY is a BEAST IN BED. He fucked me for 50 minutes straight. I had to make him get off because he was like the energizer bunny and my hole was throbbing from the pounding he was giving me. His hands are huge. I didn’t know how big his balls were until he started to fuck me and while he was pounding my ass, his balls were slamming into my body. I reached under him while he was fucking me and had begun to play with his BIG BALLS. I love when im being fucked and I can feel the guys balls being slammed into my body. He also grabbed my neck with his huge hands and applied pressure. Ive never been into being chocked while getting fucked but this guy does this and it feels so euphoric. He removed his hands from around my neck after about 5 seconds. I grabbed his hands and put them back around my neck forcefully and told him I like it in Portuguese. He pounded my ass and choked me intermittently throughout our session. It was INCREDIBLE. After our first session, I had this guy come over twice daily. Once in the morning and again at 11 p.m. when he would leave the gym. When the INCREDIBLE HULK left my husband told me that the guy is VERY STRONG because as he was fucking me, the windows in the kitchen were rattling. He told me it was so hot just to hear me moaning out load and also hearing the windows rattling as if someone was doing construction inside of the apartment. My husband actually masturbated while listening to all this. we went to club 117 Friday night and for some reason it wasn’t as crowded as it was when we were here in march. There were a lot of guys in 117, but it wasn’t the big crowd I expected. It is definitely a BUYERS/CLIENTS market in the saunas now. We were paying guys 100R X 2 at the saunas and 150R X 2 to come to the apartment. This was not the case when we were here for new years eve. The saunas were more crowded and the price of the guys in the saunas ranged from 120R – 200R. and 150R – 250R for them to come to your apartment. Of course we had guys to tell us they couldn’t come to the apartment for less than 250R, and we simply told them that we didn’t have that much money to pay. Two guys declined our offer to come over, but changed their minds after we ceased communication via whatsapp with them for 2 hours. When they realized we weren’t budging on out price, they agreed to our offer and came over. don’t get me wrong, the saunas had about 30 garatos there each night, it just wasn’t as crowded as it was for new years eve. During new years eve you could barely move through the saunas. It was a meat market during that time. You WONT BE disappointed if you go now as there are plenty of sexy men looking to please. Superman was the only guy from the saunas who knew we were coming in town for the 12 days. My husband and I decided not to tell any of the guys we played around with on our previous trips because some of them will hound you and expect you to solely be with them at the club. If you are new to the saunas, don’t make that mistake and get attached to one guy at the sauna. Keep your phone on you and get the whatsapp number to every guy you are interested in. almost all the guys charge a lower rate in the saunas, but charge a much higher rate to come to your apartment. the more numbers you have collected, the better your chances are of scoring a guy for a lot less money. Two of our regulars who we didn’t inform were noticeably upset with my husband and I when they saw us in the sauna, but wouldn’t go upstairs with them. Although we greeted them both with big smiles, handshakes and a kiss, they were not pleased that we would not go upstairs with them. some of the guys we knew didn’t give a shit and had no qualms about us not taking an interest in them for sex while in the sauna. When we walked into 117 Friday night we checked in, went downstairs to retrieve our towels, but didn’t strip naked. we decided to take our shirts off and leave on our shorts. I wore my cargo shorts and that was extremely convenient for me because I didn’t have to go back and forth downstairs to retrieve money, condoms, lube and poppers because they were in the bottom pocket of my cargo shorts. When I saw someone I liked, we went to the front desk, got a key, went upstairs, fucked and I paid them in the room afterwards. I followed my usual routine when I arrived at 117. The very first place I cruise is the video room. Oh my goodness! Im happy someone in a previous post suggested doing this. When I walked in all I heard were the guys banging their hard dicks in the palm of their hands. Those sounds are music to a tramps ears. We sat down on the red couch and watched each guy stroke his meat for our viewing pleasure. There were some pretty thick dicks inside the video and a few guys approached. All we did was get their whatsapp number and told them we will call them later. My husband is into the lighter skin Brazilian guys. I prefer mine darker and wanted to check the bar areas before I made my decision about which dick would open me up on my first night in rio. We leave the video room for the 1st bar and when I opened the door I fell in love. My prayers had been answered. There was a dark Brazilian (Black Beauty) sitting right at the door when I walked into the 1st bar. I spoke to him and the other escort he was sitting with at the table. I had seen and spoken with the lighter skin escort he was chatting with on previous trips, but he never turned me on in a sexual way. I sooooooooooo wanted the darker skin guy, but my lame ass was kinda apprehensive to speak to him because of the other escort sitting next to him. We made it outside to the back, smoking patio and there were a lot of guys there. There were no darker guys on the patio so I told my husband that the darker guy in the 1st bar was who I wanted. We walk back in the 1st bar and sit across from the dark guy. we hadn’t made eye contact until he got up to buy a drink from the bar. Once we made eye contact, I gave him a nod and blew him a kiss. He walks over to the table, we make our introductions, barter for his services (he said 150R. I told him 100R and he accepted) and the 3 of us went upstairs with our agreed upon price of 200R total. The sex was GREAT and we kept this guy in heavy rotation for 3 days straight. When we finished our session the hubby and I went back downstairs to collect more numbers. We skipped Saturday and Sunday night at the club. We played with THE HULK, SUPERMAN AND BLACK BEAUTY both days over the course of 72 hours. The would see one guy at noon, take a 3 hour break, see another guy, then another 3 hour break until we were fucked out. We also played with a few guys we met from previous trips. We arrived Thursday, when Sunday evening rolled around I lost all interest in sex. How could this be? I’ve always prided myself in being the ULTIMATE BOTTOM-WHORE! Fortunately, the lack of interest declined when we arrived at 202 Monday night. 117 is closed that night so most of the same boys head over to 202. It was crowded and very festive. Although my interest in sex had elevated, my stomach was not being too cooperative so I decided to just sit by the stage and collect numbers. I met an American guy there who I had seen in 117 a few days before. He’s 68 years old, had been in rio for 3 weeks and knew almost all the guys in the sauna. He was giving me the low-down on all the guys at the sauna as we sat and listened to the music. There was one guy I overlooked in the sauna that he had mentioned. He introduced the guy to me and we exchanged numbers. I wasn’t sure if id like the guy because the hulk, superman and black beauty had been giving my hole the attention it desired since I arrived in rio. Remember I mentioned earlier to not get attached to just one guy in these saunas? Well im glad I listened to my hungry hole and followed my own advice. i decided to invite the guy over later that night. my husband and I had sensed that the guy may have had a little attitude because he was young hung and beautiful and may have known how gorgeous he was. Boy oh boy, were we wrong. This 22 year old stallion came to the apartment and beat my hole like mike Tyson in the rink during his prime. His dick was like a long hard surf board and he made sure it was deep inside my hungry hole. As he stroked my hole I grunted like a pig being gutted alive. I had a video playing in the background with a straight guy fucking a hot woman in her ass. He watched this video while he fucked me and was making sexual sounds with his mouth while he watched the video and nailed my ass with his powerful strokes. I couldn’t even ride this guy the way I wanted to because when I got on top of him to ride, he started to pummel my ass while on his back. The icing on the cake was when after about 45 minutes of fucking I got into the missionary position. I told my husband to suck one nipple and play with the other one. The stallion had begun his amazing deep, penetrating strokes while my husband sucked my nipples and I jacked off while sniffing my poppers. After about 3 minutes of all this going on my body had begun to shake and I started to moan. I felt myself about to explode and everyone involved with making this happen knew I was about to pop. What I wasn’t prepared for was how much harder and deeper the stallion was going to go in me because he knew I was about to cum. what my husband and the stallion weren’t prepared for was how much nutt I was about to skeet all over the place. As I felt the nutt cumming through my dick I let out the loudest moan ever. My body began trembling and before I knew it, cum was all over the place. Some of The cum hit my husband in his face. He jumped up because he was startled. The stallion continued pounding until I pushed away from him. After this session with this young 22 year old I knew that I would probably never see superman, the hulk or black beauty again on this trip. We continued to see stallion each day, 2 times a day. I didn’t get a chance to get to the new sauna, but I heard from the older guy that the opening night was amazing and full of hot NEW GUYS! the weather here was amazing. Nice a cool. It rained 2 days in the morning, but cleared up both days by 4 p.m. it was actually a little chilly to the point where I had to to buy sweat pants. well it's time for us to head home. My hole cant take another dick because of the pounding its endured over the course of this trip. I hope you guys enjoy the videos and pics. Be well, fellas! 20190713_140120.mp4 20190718_111820.mp4 20190711_124921.mp4

As usual, you need to work on your deductional reasoning abilities, Gabby. I wouldn’t be caught dead vacationing in, much less living in, Florida. I’m not one of those New York snowbirds.

No need to be so coy and shy, Rioblather. By “seasoned readers”, you’re only referring to yourself and Lucky. You two are the only sensitive hit dogs that holler whenever the subject of garotos being attracted to the money not the man holding it pops up.

Honestly 1tennisace, I put a smiley face on the remark to signal my reaction that it's a joke.A light hearted comment on the reality of the sex for pay world we all love; it's a reference to maneuvering for your attention and access to your wallet - NOT a real fistfight anymore than the cartoon was real. I've spent years telling people that generic hustlers - no matter the local name - are not in love with you, if they're upset at all it's in the potential lose of a sale.

Wasn't there a whole thread about trying to ensure a more successful off? I think this is an easy part of that. If your place isn't truly close by local standards, then indulge the guy and make him feel a tad bit better by taking a taxi or tuktuk. If it's your first time with a guy, they are also wondering about what kind of person you are. If I'm heading home alone, I happen to walk, because it's nice. But if I'm with someone, I don't impose by 10,000 steps a day (or whatever) regimen. I'll usually take a guy back with me by tuktuk, even though tuktuk's aren't really designed for someone my height, just because that way it's sort of a fun amusement ride for me. That way everybody's happy and my guy has saved his energy for the fun stuff. Separately, I'll note that Iv'e gone trekking in forests, climbed mountains (literally) and walked all over for hours at a time with different guys. I know one guy who regularly runs half-marathons, another particularly good friend runs in Lumpini Park every day, and another who rides his bike there. And one needs only go to a night market (or similar) to see that the local guys can walk for hours and hours. I like to walk, but I have friends in NYC who would rather die than walk a mile, so we take taxis there. Same same.

Absolutely! I love reading about other's experiences and to share my own, but there has to be some privacy. I will continue trying to revive the gay online dating forum on sawatdeenetwork (now visible to members only), and will do the same here as soon as it gets members only. My following thoughts refer to gogo bars in Pattaya (Bangkok has gotten too expensive to go there regularly). I have gotten better over the year in selecting boys, and now half of my offs are okay (the lure of a new boy who might be better is bigger than taking this one again) and half are good (I will surely see him again). Half are repeat and half are new. I don’t care about eye contact and smile, but observer their behaviour with other boys or customers. Poor performing boy might get a second chance if he has a great body. Given the high number of boys I go through each year, I sometimes have to refer to my notes to decide whether to take a boy again or not. I don’t discuss activities or money in advance. I pay the going rate (1000 ST in Pattaya) and am quite flexible when it comes to activities in bed. Despite all the advantages of online dating, when I find a boy online and he works in a bar, I rather go to see him there. The boy keeping the same online dating account, Line account, phone number for long time is a good sign; frequent changing is a bad sign (at best that the boy is poorly organized, then he will probably have space-time-coordination problems as well). In online dating, delay time is important as well. To test delay time, I even do small talk.

Jutapat aka T is really, really hot3x!!!

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

Hello everyone. As usual, planning for my trips in advance. Actually, I am leaving to Buenos Aires on June 25th. As Argentina is well known territory, I am not planning for it. But during my staying in Buenos Aires, I will spend one week in Rio. THAT is unknown territory, it would be my first time there. I already have the tickets. I decided to rent an airbnb instead of going to a hotel. That decision on which one is not yet made, I am waiting for some suggestions from sister @numazu1, who is too busy hanging out with Brazilian boys and has abandoned us but still chats in WhatsApp, and sends teasing pictures all the time. If anyone is going to be around, let me know if you want to meet. My plan is very simple. Writing and networking in the morning, beach at noon and early afternoon, sauna in the evening. Any tips about other things to do will be very appreciated. I do not think I would leave Ipanema/Copacabana area. For instance, I have zero interest on visiting the Cristo.

I'd not be that radical, as per Wikipedia they got 33 medals , 9 of them gold ( in men's boxing and women's weightlifting ) Sure country of that size should do better but there are more populous countries with even less take. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thailand_at_the_Olympics

And as a side note, how TF did that fug greasy bag of bones Olive Oyl always get two men to physically fight for her affection? Popeye AND Brutus / Bluto? That purse must’ve had some serious gold coins.

Big problem in Honduras as well. If you’re connected, there are plenty of men to fuck or who will get fucked — but too many danger and too much murder.

This is very common and should be nothing to be alarmed about. In most cases, the garotos are not as upset about clients seeing other garotos in the sauna as they would have you think. They know it’s part of the routine — and in most cases, are hoping that their passionate show of displeasure or jealousy will convince a client to believe they are into them far more than they really are, and they will eventually get back the business. It’s part of the sell. No one’s going to fight over you like some scene out of an old Popeye cartoon.

Gigolo Erotic House Arrived around 10 pm. Around 15+ boys, some of them are the ones I met in sauna (Henrique, Jose). Some are really cute. I am in instant love with Camilo who danced in front of me. Sexy defined smooth body. Nice face and smile. Unfortunately after his show he stops at a table and starts chatting with the 3 men sitting at table. After the eye contact we had during the show, I was pretty sure he was going to come straight to me. A customer (he has a wrist band) is looking much more like a boy than a typical customer. He is wearing trousers which are 2 sizes below what he should wear and the shape of his thock cock is clearly visible. After some time he comes close to me. I start chatting with me. Of course he is escorting and is even willing to take me behind the curtain. I decline his invitation because it would bot be fair to use one of the 2 cabins for customers and sole of the boys are much hotter than him. GEH did improve the lapdance areas. It used to be almost transparent curtains. It is now strong fabrics curtains which give you sufficient intimacy to do all what has being agreed with the boy. Personnally, I do not care bit I can ilagin that some persons could be shy behind the previous curtains. Finally Camilo comes around me and I grab him for a dance. Nice body. Nice dick. Nice ass. Nice time. I would love to discover Camilo s nody in a motel. But he says he is not passive and even though he is virgin, he is ready to start with me. True or not I will never know because I will not have time to meet him after the show. Brayan is another cute and sexy guy I took behind the curtain. He is from wvenezuela and sexy as hell. I took him just after the live sex show and I was already pretty excited. Live sex show was really hot and sexy. A bottom came on stage and was pounded in various positions along the stage by Jose. Live sex show was at 1.30 am. In addition of this sex show there had being groups of 5 strippers on stage and 3 or 4 times a single stripper coming on stage with a hard on Great place to go to. Prices of lapdances are 50000 COP. 80000 COP to wank you and 100000 COP for fucking. 10 to 15 minutes sessions.

this and a fact there we met before and they knew I like to walk so they tag along , happily or at least pretending to be

those are words of wisdom It also works in reverse. When once, trembling , I offed one of the stars of old Jupiter and he asked where I stay ( Nantra Silom) and he said ' o, we can walk there ' I knew all will be good and it was. Year after situation was repeated with another star from the some location and it also worked great.

I can vouch most south east asian dont like to walk as a mode of transportation. It doesnt means they cant, they just dont prefer it. Other than time consuming, walking in the city isnt exactly fun, with exhaust fumes and pollution, and we tend to sweat even for short walk due to humidity and weather. Trekking in the jungle is a different story altogether, so is walking inside shopping mall for hours lol.

Agree. I'm sure the 10-minute walk from Patpong to my room easily falls within the local standard. If raining, a taxi is in order. If a guy is judging me by my expectation that he should be able and willing to walk 10 minutes, fair enough.

When a prospective off asks the inevitable "where you stay?" I name the place, adding, "it's a short walk from here." If he balks at the idea and mentions taxi, I move on to another guy. Fussy offs frequently portend more dissatisfaction once they get to the room.

at least few Tawan boys I took there did not complain, benefits of hooking up with more fit crowd I guess

It is easy to forget that censorship of movies is alive and well in the UK where the regulations are some of the most tightly controlled n the western world! Every film comes under The Obscene Publications Act which prohibits material that tends to deprave or corrupt persons who are likely to read, see or hear it. Every commercially released movie for theatre showing or on video must be granted a certificate by the British Board of Film Classification. This probably seems odd even to the Brits given that theatre and book censorship was abolished about half a century ago. The film Visions of Ecstasy was banned for 23 years because it broke blasphemy laws. But it was then granted a certificate in 2008 enabling it to be shown to those 18 years and older. Even America has a form of censorship. Classic movies like Kubricks A Clockwork Orange and Sam Peckinpahs Straw Dogs appeared first in the UK in longer versions that when shown in the USA.

Sooo sweet...WOW!!! Personal pics (NOT from Bangkok G Story)...

My boy always initiates the cuddling so I enjoy doing it in Dreamboy, haa haa...ooopppsss, this is a Moonlight thread, lol

I'm pretty reserved in the bar when comes getting intimate leaving that part for my room but if boy initiates it , why not?

My experience is opposite. I took a few boys for sightseeing, and it usually after less than one kilometer of walking, I get "I'm tired/my legs hurt/it's so hot/sunny..." and two years ago I gave the room key to the boy so he could go back to my hotel room.

Harris is God. She may heart up so many of the electorate. My personal preference is Warren. Who (repeating myself) if she is elected will legislatively know how to get shit done. Which Bernie from a million in de Senate don’t know at all.

If they were portraying contestants in a beauty contest, it was indeed great acting.

I thought this was an excellent discussion of both the morality and the politics of where we are at with Trump's racism. Eddie Glaude, Jr. has been a voice of reason to me all through this nightmare. So his 2-3 minute rap early in this segment really resonated for me. I agree with him that this is a defining moment for America. If 2020 were about the economy, Trump might win. That's assuming we are not in a recession by November 2020. It's over a year away. But even if the economy holds up for another 16 months 2020 might be about something deeper. It might be about who we are as a country. And who we want to be. A decade ago in the worst days of the Great Recession I decided that that old adage about "as goes California, so goes the nation" may no longer be true. In 2008 or so it was easy to portray California as a fiscal mess. But now California is the 5th largest economy in the world, if it were a separate nation. It is affluent and prospering. And so I think there is reason to hope that Trump may be nationalizing what happened under Pete Wilson in California a generation ago. It's not that Californians are socialists. Duh! Of course we are not. But Wilson and the Republicans of his time called the question on whether we hate immigrants or love them. Or whether we stand for The Statue Of Liberty or the concentration camp. And with the exception of Republican moderates like Schwarzenegger, himself an immigrant, California has been Democratic ever since. The interesting thing is that in this perpetual "is California or Texas the future?" debate, Texas is now looking more and more like California as well. Kudos to Texas Republican Rep. Will Hurd, who has so far from what I can tell been the only GOP House member to speak out forcefully against this latest example of Trump's lies and racism. And I have to imagine Rep. Hurd can do this not only because he is one of the few Republican House members who are not White, but also because he actually is speaking for the constituents of his moderate and diverse Texas border district. My point in relation to what you said @AdamSmithis that, yeah, this is in part about The Millennials. But it's also about all these suburban, more center/left or center suburban people. The people in Hurd's district, and the people in all those Orange County and California suburban districts that flipped from red to blue in 2018. And Glaude nailed it once again with the fear he articulated at the end of the 20 minute segment above, which he posed as a very smart question. What exactly lies at the intersection of racism, on the one hand, and what he labelled as "greed and selfishness" on the other? To be more specific, he said, what about the educated centrists who say "I'm not that" on this toxic racist bile, but do like the tax cuts, or the deregulation, or the top line numbers on the economy? What do they do in 2020? The response to Glaude, by a pundit quoting Kellyanne Conway of all people, should be reason to worry: people almost always vote on what affects them rather than on what offends them. That is no doubt how Trump squeaked by in 2016. So I think you are of course right @AdamSmiththat the Millennials will matter a lot. And if it were just about that, honestly that is my Argument # 1 for Bernie, who inspires the Millennials. But I think who also matters even more are these more highly educated, center left, suburban types. The majority of whom seem to be women. They are who turned it in 2018. It's becoming clearer and clearer that they are moving away from Biden and toward Warren and Harris. I'm looking to see where those voters go, and what Warren and Harris have to say to them and how it is received. California (Harris) and Massachusetts (Warren) are both poster children right now for both the riches and the challenges of technocratic capitalism. They are hardly havens of socialism. So my hope is that "as goes California (or Massachusetts) so goes the nation" still holds. Wilson and his racist policies killed the Republican Party in California, and it is still dead. And the version of the Republican Party that is flourishing in New England (the Governors of Massachusetts, Vermont, and Maryland are all popular Republicans) is kind of a repudiation of much of what Trump stands for. It is more like the old Party Of Lincoln Main Street capitalism. Somehow that group of voters are the ones that the Democrats needs to lock up to send Trump to the curb. They are smart, educated, relatively affluent, not socialist, but deeply offended by the Trump nightmare. The fact that Warren and Harris are the kind of Democrats that can do well in states like that gives me reason to hope that if we nominate either one of them we can win, and end the nightmare, and move forward.

We’ll see if the millennials voting first time will be our hope & cure come 2020. I suspect so. But then I have been spectacularly wrong before, again & again.

Well, as for me the show (1st show) I watched only include 1 ladyboys act where they ramped as beauty contestants, I think... The boys act includes a group of go go boys dancing erotically on stage, then some paraded with full-h*rd-*n wearing a condom, a cowboy solo act and the Phantom of the Opera... That night it was jampacked (100% attendance) plus more are coming-in and yes there are female audiences, but only a few at that time, mostly are men. Anyway, my regular from Dreamboy and I already left when his parts in the show was already through, so maybe, just maybe I missed the other act (or the 2nd show) including the f*ck part. Tbh, the Moonlight's show is still the hottest so far 4 me...with Jupiter2018 show as runner-up.

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.

Hey Guys!! Let's get this Topic going again!! Must be something happening at Moonlight? Us Guys sitting back home want to have a vicarious experience!!!

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.

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.

It certainly is not. Have you seen the prices in those Asian import supermarkets that we have in Europe? When BF is in Ireland he easily spends €20+ per day on produce that he then has to bring home, prepare, cook and clean up after (3 times a day!) Similarly he can spent €10-15 on fast food/pub grub and then want to cook again when he gets home as that food was "just a snack" You washing machine will be running at least 3 times as much as normal, as will your dishwasher and oven. Giving you a much higher electrical and water bill. Then there is the cost of a night out. Drinks, shots, night club entry, fast food after club, taxi home. We easily spend €200 a night (and remember he will want at least 2 nights out a week, with you or his newly found Thai friends). Plus a night or 2 in cinema, another €50 per trip Finally return flights from Europe to Thailand are much cheaper than Thailand to Europe. Travel insurance is much cheaper for a European and there is no need for expensive trips to the embassy to get visas processed BF used to come here for a month every Aug/Sept, till we realized that it was cheaper for me to go there for 2 weeks and party every night!

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!

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 !

Me too. I am not laughing at the lovely Thai people. As an ex-linguist I am fascinated how totally different Thai is from European languages. It must be extremely difficult to learn English. "Open internet" he said yesterday, meaning "Switch on hot spot" To me this is clear communication. Thank you to Anddy. The 'ng' in Singing is the right way to get the ng sound in Thai for snake, money etc. BF says I've nailed it now.

I guess I must be completely naive! I have owned my own condo in Bangkok since before I first got the annual retirement visa a dozen or so years ago. Like anddy, I fly out of Thailand at least once every two months. Accordingly in all the years I have lived in Thailand I have never once had to do a 90 day report. Now this TM 30 nonsense. When I arrive back in Thailand, I fill out an Immigration form. This gives Immigration my full condo address, my email and my phone number. This quickly gets inserted into Immigration computers. On arrival, I immediately go to my home. The only reason I would leave home when in Thailand is go to another part of the country. I always stay in hotels which will then report my dates to Immigration and that information will go into my file. (The only exception is every second year when I stay with friends in their home for 3 or 4 days. In that case it is their obligation to make a report.) Immigration already has all my condo details from the annual visa extension exercise. So Immigration has on its computer system precise details of everywhere I stay in Thailand. Yet now I am supposed to add to the bureaucracy and fill in a ridiculous TM 30 form every time I get back home from BKK over a dozen times a year - even though Immigration has all that detail. This whole nonsense is just part of the policy initiated last year to weed out those who cheat the system, the foreigners who live on less than 65K baht monthly, the crook agents and especially the crook immigration officers who hand out visas in return for dollops of bribes. Now it is seemingly to weed out those who rent properties. As a guest in this country, I understand completely the desire of the authorities to get rid of those who break the rules. What really pisses me off no end is that instead of developing a way to focus on the root cause of their problems - those crook Immigration officers - the new regulations are specifically designed to hit absolutely every non-Thai. The tens of thousands who have always played by the rules are all caught up in a new or tightened up bureaucratic net.

Finding the Gigolo Erotic House program on internet is not easy. Their internet site is not updated, the instagram which used to be updated until recently is no longer updated. I tried to contact them on whattsapp in order to know if there was a show on Thursdays and received rapidly the answer of the ... Saint Moritz Sauna. I copy the information below since it is updated information which can be useful to others I finally found a site giving what seems to be an updated program of the GEH : http://www.guiagaycolombia.com/gigolo/ On Friday 19, there is live sex show and on Saturday July 20, there is the fiesta of independance . Flier seems extremely attractive but I think I will go to Theatron that Saturday.

I also think politics are a very tough subject on this or any board. I never understand someone not seeing the way I do as things seem to obvious to me. But, I am sure that RA feels the same. We all come to the voting both with different objectives and different mindsets. I never thought Trump would be elected but I fear that this may not be the last time we see him or a bigot in the White House. 1/3 of our country buys is BS. If they vote, they will. Why? Too many people sit home on their ass and don't give a shit.

Now the original thread has moved to the Timeless section I do not seem to be able to add another comment. Hopefully someone more tech savvy than me can connect this to the original thread. While I do not think there is any way to guarantee a good experience, there are a few things that can be done to improve the chances of one, many of which are expanding on the points listed by DivineMadman. The description below indicates something fairly obvious. A majority of the factors determining whether or not we have a good experience are up to us, not up to the guy. Unless we recognize this, criticizing the guys is pointless and cheap. The success of the evening depends on two phases. (i) Selecting the guy in the club. (ii) The relationship established with the guy after selecting him. I have structured a lot of deals in my time. When they go bad it is almost never about aspects of the technical structuring. Bad deals usually reflect poor understanding of the human element. This goes quadruple for an interpersonal transaction like an off. Yes you are paying, but this does not make you god, dictator, puppet master or even desirable for the duration. The payment only gets the guy into the bedroom. How well he does what you would like him to do depends on how you treat him and how you make him feel. This is not finance. This is recognition, esteem and a human connection. (A) In the Club Selecting a guy in the club is the more ‘technical’ part of the evening. More information is better than less information, so I enlist the help of the mamasans. I have a much higher success rate when I use the mamasans for information than when I wing it. Their input helps to narrow the field to guys who are most likely to be compatible. I addition to checking which guys are gay and who does what, I also ask who has already had an off that evening as while the guys have the energy of youth they are not supermen. In terms of the guy’s behavior on stage, on a scale of no-eye-contact-immersed-in-cell-phone to wagging-erect-dick-in-face, I have had the best connection with guys who make eye contact and smile but who are not overt about it. They are watching you, so when you look at them and make eye contact they smile back, but they are not blatantly trying to get your attention. Maybe they are a bit shy or they are simply not extraverts. I find this a better indicator of real interest than a guy who too-actively markets himself. I agree with Paborn that the price of a drink to get to know a guy better is money well spent. Facetime with a guy gives you a lot of clues as to how compatible you might be. More so if you are not drunk. If my mission for the evening is to off a guy I do not drink alcohol, or drink very little, until I have chosen a guy. A major life lesson has been that alcohol impairs judgement. My only bad experiences picking up guys generally, not just Thailand, have been when I had a few too many drinks in me. (B) After Leaving the Club Now you have chosen a guy and sealed a deal, it is totally up to you how things work out. You now have to get the guy into a zone in which he is happy to be with you. This is personal chemistry not money. At its most basic this is showing an interest in him, showing him respect, consideration and making him comfortable. Ask him if he is hungry and, if he is, offer to buy him something. I make it clear I am not hungry, this is for him. Then he is likely to pick some street food he likes and he is comfortable. If I suggest I am also hungry a guy is likely to think we have to go somewhere I like, which may not be so much to his taste. This is about helping him to be comfortable, not feeding me. Find something to admire in his street outfit and complement him. Back in the hotel ask him if he would like a drink. Be the first to suggest a shower. Thai guys are into clean. Have a spare tooth brush for him to use and suggest it is ok if he wants to experiment with any of your products. Take his lead on whether or not he wants to shower together. Some guys, particularly bottoms, may want privacy to prep themselves. The infallible indicator of a successful evening to come is if the guy returns from the bathroom erect. In bed spend time on foreplay and check again what he does and does not do. If he is comfortable with you his repertoire may have expanded since the club. You get the picture. Your experience is really “up to you”.

probably we go through most of those steps just without realizing it

Thanks @Gotti for the reference to "Vidigal Bieber". I had no idea of his existence till Anitta's music video (yes Anitta is not a good singer, but she does produce some catchy pop music and the gays love her music in the clubs). Further googling yielded his (Pietro Baltazar's) Instagram and is a treasure trove of this model's very photogenic life. My fave still: His blonde look is still the moneymaker I'm sure, and looking at the blonde pictures still reminds me of Gabriel and makes me want to go back to Brazil ASAP:

Thanks for the compliments. This and some personal messages I've gotten thanking me for this report are all appreciated. These may inspire me to write about the 3 upcoming trips I have to Brazil, and two upcoming for Colombia. I am not sure I'll write about those yet. Thanks guys. My writing style is not for everyone. If you ever check out my trip reports on GayThailand.com, and the one on here, you will see that I write about too many things in too much detail. I seem to be unable to write in any other way, oh well. My secret is I always write these between layovers or on long flights to somewhere, since I travel a lot of work and play. Also, my reports seem to be more useful for newbies and not super helpful for Brazil veterans, but I am glad some appreciate it. Glad you two opined about this. Rob, what you say is true about Thailand vs. Brazil, but at least we are both lucky enough to enjoy both countries in our own way. Sorry I will miss you on your next Bangkok trip, and you missed me when I was there last week, but hopefully we can hangout again at some point this year. Yes planetime, MOST rent boys are NOT skinny effeminate twinks. As an example just a few weeks ago, you know firsthand that I was able to hire a 23-year-old Thai bodybuilder who was fresh out of the army, and that last night you saw me get a tall hunky Thai guy from Dream Boy bar. It was nice seeing you again and hanging out with me, and hopefully i'll see you again this year, maybe in Mexico! I always get conspiracists doubt about stuff I write about, or my intentions, or me. It's normal and I'm used to it. Anyways, it was nice to finally meet you a few weeks ago! I've met with 3 other posters here in my various trips in Asia, and I hope my initial foray to BoyToy posting will yield more meet ups with members in the future. I am always in Colombia, and plan to be in Brazil more times this year, so there will be plenty of chances.

BONUS POST 5: Dos Males o Menos When in Thailand, the process of hiring a boy and taking him out of his boy bar is called “offing”. There are two types of offs. An off is “short-time” if you take the boy out between 15 minutes to 3 hours, usually with just one sex event within that time. Afterwhich the boy goes home, or goes back to his bar if it early enough (to get more customers). The off is called “long-time” if the hire goes over the mythical 3 hour mark, usually with the boy staying over to sleep with you, and may or may not feature an extra sex event or two, usually in the morning when you and/or him has morning wood. The Thai bar boys operate on a flat-rate (similar to Brazil) and not an hourly rate like in the West, so you usually agree on a rate before the off. And oddly, the long-time rate is not a multiple of the short-time rate. I’ve had short-time rates at $40 lasting an hour. And I’ve had long-time rates lasting for 24 hours only paying $75. It depends on the john, the boy, the circumstance, and maybe how nice your hotel room is (usually, if they prefer your bed over their own for the night). So essentially, I initially was only “short-timing” Gabriel at the sauna, with our 20 minutes or so tryst. Then, mid-off, I decided to “long-time” him, which entailed me taking him out of the sauna. There was no “off” fee for him, or the fee to take him out, like in most Thailand gogo bars, so I guess that is advantage Brazil. But there was still the matter what was his “long-time” fee was, in addition to the 200 reais I already gave him earlier. Such things I did not know, and the BoyToy forums are a little vague about what clients pay their companions when outside the confines of the sauna. But there are more urgent matters right now, as I peel off his now familiar speedo off of him. His huge cock, now super hard and pointing upwards, was a treat I just had to indulge on. I sit up to put it in my mouth. It won’t all fit in, but I try anyway. Once I was satisfied, I migrate down to his beautiful ass. It still tasted as good as it was in the sauna, but since I was not on a bed that a thousand client-customer pairs have defiled throughout the years, in a room that has seen so much action and filth, and I was instead in the confines of my own (albeit temporary) comfortable apartment, I was able to spread my wings a little bit wider. And that meant spreading his legs a little bit wider too as well, as I ate him out for a while. His moans of pleasure, and his outstretched hand guiding my head to eat him harder and to navigate me to where he wanted me to focus, all added to the experience. After a while he knew what was coming next. He leaves the bed and disappears to the living room, and returns with a condom, lube pack, and his trusty tube of lidocaine. I take the condom, unwrap it and put it on my cock. He takes both lidocaine and lube up his ass, and gives me the lube packet to oil up my thing. He immediately gets on all fours. I oblige and fuck him like this. After a while I sit down and lean my body on our bed’s headboard. He treats this as his next position, as he stands up and then squats down to take my cock. It was probably weird seeing the two of us like this, because he was the bigger and longer pf us two, and I was the smaller and slighter, but the up-close sight of his heaving body and bulging muscles making this position work for me, was all it took for me to cum in the condom. Still with my cock in him, he jacks himself off. I ever so slightly open my mouth and he sits up to cum in my mouth. Despite the relative complexity of our physical exertions, we definitely did not have to speak the same language to be in-sync sexually. He was a find. My one gripe about this apartment is that the shower is not that big, so we had to take turns in taking showers. He wanted me to go first, MISTAKE #3: so I go to the bathroom and shut the door and take a luxurious shower. Mid-shower Gabriel goes in with a toothbrush and starts brushing his teeth while I was there. I finish, towel dry, and then it was Gabriel’s turn to shower, and my turn to brush my teeth. I leave the bathroom and shut the door and look for my boxer briefs. It did not occur to me then that the time I left Gabriel out there alone, he could have just robbed me and left. He didn’t. While waiting for him to finish I check my phone in the living room. Lots of messages to answer. After some time I see Gabriel emerge from the bedroom, with my 12” iPad Pro in hand. “Posso?” he asks. “Sim,” I say. But of course, MISTAKE #4: all my stuff, including expensive electronics, is just ripe for the picking for Gabriel. But here he was, asking permission to use the iPad Pro. I unlock the device with my thumb, and out pops out YouTube, with the music video of the “Vai Malandra” by Anitta, was playing mid-song: Vai Malandra pretty much has defined my whole stay here in Brazil. This song was release just last December 18, right in the middle of my stay in Sao Paulo. That day I was with my Paulista friend who was a hairdresser, and he was the one who put the song in my YouTube. Later that day it was as if the whole city was exploding with discovery of that song. You could hear it everywhere. And I watched the video transfixed with all the images. There was a lot of things going on in the video, but the best things about it was it shot in the Vidigal favela in Rio. And in particular, the sequence wherein Anitta cavorts with two blonde cariocas, stood out for me: Gabriel played the video and was screaming by the end of this sequence. He clearly wanted me to see this sequence because of the presence of the two bleach blonde cariocas, who kind of looked like him. This shot of the two boys from the back made me realize how much Gabriel looked like them from this angle, gold necklace, tan skin, and everything else (and if the back was more muscular).: The boys were going to jump on this makeshift pool, on a bed of a truck: With Anitta, just vamping at the side: I took my phone and typed in for Gabriel: “You could star in this music video. You look like the blonde boys.” He nods and smiles profusely and flexes a bicep and says “Sim! Mais musculoso!” Indeed. He was mais musculoso than the two boys in the video. And mais lindo. And mais carinhoso. And most likely mais everything else. One last thing from this video, a shot of one of the hunks. If you ever have to imagine what Gabriel looks like, he may look like this (with way more muscle): My favorite part, when he shows his tongue: The full video, in case you can stand Brazilian pop music: Vai Malandra Vai Malandra has followed me from the streets of Sao Paulo, to the malls of Natal, to the nightclubs in Salvador, and now here, in my Ipanema apartment, with my carioca boyfriend for the night, watching it in my iPad Pro. Gabriel talked more about the Vidigal favela, and favelas in general. He says that Vidigal is going through some gentrification, and he googled some photos of the Alto Vidigal Bar and lounge as proof. The bar had some fantastic views of Rio. He told me we should go there sometime. Sigh. Someday. We talk a little bit about a bunch of other things. About my life in the USA. About my trip in Brazil. He tells me about why he is a garoto (the usual tale of poverty and supporting the mother and siblings). He shows me photos of his family. I show him photos of my vacation in Brazil. I showed my whole iPhone photo roll, which contained some risqué photos of the boys I’ve met along the way, and my BF too. He looks at them with some curiosity, and then google translates this: “Sometime, maybe we can get a boy and fuck him together.” I think I am in love. After a few more topics of discussion we decide to go to bed. I told him that the alarm was set at 6 AM because I had a flight to catch. We both sleep in our underwear. He wants to be big spoon, so we cuddle. All the activity today must have gotten to me, because I sleep all the way through and get awoken by the alarm. I suddenly figure out where I was and who I was with. I see Gabriel still fast asleep, his tight body and tan skin glistening. I go to the bathroom to pee. And then after I look around and see that everything is still intact. MISTAKE #5: I find my passport on the table just there ripe for the picking. The AirBNB unit did not have a safe so if Gabriel were to steal it I would be SOL on my flight back to the US today. I figure that if Gabriel was bad, he would have done something by now. I’ve given him so many chances to rob or kill me. I even remember him offering gum after dinner and I just popped it in my mouth. So many mistakes tonight. I hear the toilet flush. I guess Gabriel was up. He emerged and went over to hug and kiss me. “Tudo bem?” he asks. Yes, everything was fine. My time with him was up. I have stretched my time with him as much as I could. I had to pack for my flight. I had to meet up with the AirBNB guy at 9:30 AM. I had to do a million things. But of course, the most important thing I had to do is pay him for the extra time he spent with me. I had no clue what 11 extra hours of time is worth for him. I take out my wallet and fish out 4 50 reais bill. I guess $62 would be enough, in addition of course to his other 200 in the sauna? I had no idea. He pocketed the money without question. I felt bad. Was it too little? I figure I would do the next best thing. I told him I would get him an Uber, so he does not have to wrestle with subways and busses. I hand him my phone and he types in his address. 15 minutes later we get a bite from Uber. 8 minutes away. I give him a big hug. I type in a few goodbye phrases, and he bids me a nice flight, and thanked me for the Uber. 3 minutes away. I kiss him, he kisses back. I go with him to the lobby to bid him goodbye. We get to the gate and the car was there. He gets in and closes the door. He waves one last time before the car took him away. 40 minutes later, this was the fare: It was reasonable, considering the distance. 30 minutes later, as promised, he sends me a video of him skateboarding. It was impressive. 3 weeks later, he would send me photos of him, his brother, and his friends in bathing suits ready to go to the beach. I recognize some of his friends from the sauna. 5 weeks later he sends me 2 photos of his birthday celebration. Turning 23 looks good on him. And now, 7 weeks later, I agree to have him be my travel companion for part of my next Brazil trip in April, which coincides with my birthday. I will spend 3 nights in Sao Paulo and 3 nights in Porto Alegre with him, paying him a flat rate of 300 reais a day, except on my birthday, which he says he is free for me, as a birthday present. And to sweeten the pot, he says this: He will go with me to the sauna and we can fuck boys together. I guess we have a deal. I am starting to like this country.

Thanks for this. Clearly I did not have the time, nor the balls to explore further. The tip is much appreciated. Leo was the one who I met up for this AirBNB and he has so much tips and stories. Will be staying with them again. Or did I just spoil it and now this will be unavailable because of this recommendation? LOL. Thanks guys! They say you never forget your first time hehehe. In this case my first Brazilian sauna boy. I guess I have a great memory and the "big brother" aspect of owning an iPhone means that every move I made in Brazil is logged in my iPhone in either a geo-tagged photo, Uber logged, or Google searched. You don't have to remember anything anymore. Quite a discussion here about Lidocaine. I had no idea. It's the first time I have encountered it during sex. Isn't pain useful though, as an indicator that something is wrong, and it's dangerous to mask it? Constant pain means that maybe you're doing it wrong. Won't numbing it will mask whatever wrong is happening, like maybe some tearing or bleeding? Oh you mean the "por quilo" restarurants? Yeah we did a lot of those, mainly with the BF and the Paulista hairdresser. Mostly in Sao Paulo, Natal and Salvador. I wanted this last dinner in Brazil to be special. And Gabriel was doing the choosing, and he chose this. Still, it is a little more expensive than say, Colombia. A similar quality meal (for 2 for $40) was about a meal for 4 for $30. Still, you know, it doesn't matter, I'm on vacation. Though I am slightly partial to the Ajiaco with rice in Colombia, usually only like $2 per meal. *blushes*

Part 4 of 4: The Boy in Ipanema There is a little trepidation on my part when I invited the boy to dinner, for two reasons: a.) the first two posts here in the Latin America section, which outline the various precautions one must take when dealing with Brazilian sauna boys, and b.) the high crime and murder rate in Brazil in general, and Rio in particular, whether real or hyped in the news, is seared in my brain. I was bold enough to spend my first four days in Brazil alone (in Sao Paulo), but in those days, I had the fortune of meeting two Paulistas (a hairdresser and a teacher) on Grindr (the hairdresser was even set up on the 45 minutes Uber ride from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Bela Vista), who gave me the 411 on the general dos and don’ts of the city. And even with all my experience boyhunting in Thailand, Mexico and Colombia, where various boys have stayed with me in my hotel or AirBNB without incident, and even one time I’ve even stayed in the apartment of two Chaturbate webcam boys in Colombia, and slept in their room, sandwiched in the middle between the two boys in their queen sized bed, I was still nervous about being with this Brazilian sauna boy, out and about in dangerous Rio, without the security of the sauna. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am usually a good judge of character, and not one instance in the countless encounters I’ve had, have I ever felt I was in danger. Let’s call my Brazilian sauna boy Gabriel. To recap, Gabriel is a bleached blonde 22-year old Carioca who was tall (6’1), muscular (not steroided, huge pecs, large thighs) and versatile (enormous penis, giant bubble butt, needed lidocaine to bottom). He had the typical Brazilian looks and racial mix I was looking for. In time I’m sure I’ll explore all the colors and types that the saunas have to offer, but now, Gabriel has out-Brazilianed every Brazilian boy in the house. On a whim I invited him to have dinner with me, as my first baby step into expanding my sauna experience here in Brazil. In the Uber, he immediately grabbed my hand and held it for most of the ride. This was a great sign, a sign that he was not afraid to be intimate with me even in the non-sexual parts of the our time together, and he was comfortable enough with me enough to do so. The few times he wasn’t holding my hand was when we were using google translate to speak to each other. My Portuguese was a little better than his English, which was to say it was still pretty bad, so if we were going to do a deep dive into each other’s lives, we had to do so with the help of the app. He told me he lived in the edges of one of the favelas in Sao Goncalo, one of the districts of Rio northeast of Ipanema. He googles some images of the Rio-Niteroi bridge, and tells me that he crosses this bridge everyday on the way to the sauna. He is fairly athletic and is a skateboarder. He shows me some photos of him on the sakteboard, and tells me he would send over a video of him doing some amateur tricks. He asks me about my life. I give him a general version of my life. He asks me how often I go to Brazil. I type the words “This is my first trip to Brazil. And you are my first sauna boy.” I look at the translation first before giving it to him. The word garoto pops up, so I was satisfied with the output and hand it to him. He reads the translation and smiles. He looks up and says “Serio?” I nod “Sim!” He types a response back: I hope your trip is great. And I hope your first time in the sauna was a very good experience. I type something back in the affirmative. We get back to holding hands in the uber. And then I realize: MISTAKE #1: I showed him all my cards too soon. I told him I was a newbie. Now I am thinking that he is going to take advantage of me, or worse. This brief but disturbing thought flashed through my head. I try to not think about it further, lest it ruin the rest of the night. I had the Uber take us to the condo in Ipanema. We arrive and I tell Gabriel that we should go in first and get the umbrellas that the condo had, in case it rained while we were out, since it was cloudy. We get in and we hug right away. We kiss for a few minutes and then he says he was really hungry. He leaves his whore bag in the apartment (clear sign that we were going back here after dinner) and we head out. Sure enough, it started to rain hard so we unfurl our gay rainbow umbrellas (which made Gabriel chuckle but didn’t mind it), and started to look for a restaurant that looked good. We see a nice restaurant called Armazem Devassa (image from Google): Gabriel points to it and I nod. We walk to the maître d’ to get seated. I put up two fingers to the guy and he says “2 people?” in English. He gives us one of the outdoor tables that was protected from the rain by an awning. We get comfortable and this was out view of the wet streets of Ipanema: We were given menus, both in English. Gabriel laughs and points to himself and says “Gringo.” He asks for the Portugeuse language menu. We look at the menu: Whenever I am overseas, I always prefer to try the local dishes. So I ask Gabriel what the most traditional Brazilian dish on the menu was. He looked at the menu and said that the Picadinho Carioca would be his choice for traditional meal. It was cubes of filet mignon with beans, fried bananas, farofa and a poached egg. Sounds good. Gabriel orders the salmon, and he says this was the healthy choice because he needs to keep trim for work. We put in our order and then we get into a conversation about his diet. He says he tries to avoid alcohol when he can. And because he has a fast metabolism, he eats a lot of eggs (around 12) in the morning to get in the protein right away. The results of his diet regime truly are remarkable. He gives me some diet tips. I’m sure I will never follow it. Our food comes and it looks good (a little bit blurry sorry): We eat in peace because it is hard to use google translate and have two hands free to use the fork and knife. He asks me if the food was good by pointing to my plate and then giving a thumbs up. I nod. We do a lot of grunt-talking for communication since we cannot use words. It was kind of interesting. We finish up and the waiter asks if we wanted dessert. Both of us say “Nao” and we get the bill: It was R$133, or $40. One of my knocks on Brazil, compared to other destinations like Thailand or Colombia, is that food is relatively expensive. Almost the same price as I would pay in the USA. My BF has warned me about this so I budgeted accordingly. This meal will hardly break the bank, and it was a fitting last dinner for what was an intense and fun Brazil trip for me. It is also fitting that I share my last dinner in Brazil with a sauna boy. I pay with my credit card (haven’t had problems using it, or my ATM, in the country). Before we leave, Gabriel shows me his phone. It was Google Translate, asking me if I wanted to go anywhere else. I shake my head and say “apartamento” as we open our umbrellas to shield us from the light rain. Even with the skies opening up, there were still a lot of people in the various bars that we walked past on the way home. I was slightly disappointed by the weather here in Rio in my last three days. But with such excellent company presently, I hardly had any cause for complaint. As we get to the apartment gate, we get buzzed in by the doorman, so I did not need to use my key. No issues getting Gabriel in, as we exchange “Boa noites” with the doorman on our way to the elevator. We get to the unit and and as I fiddle with the keys to unlock the door, Gabriel puts his hands on my shoulders, gentling massaging them. He was ready to head in as well to continue our night. I finally unlock the door. Gabriel immediately takes off his shirt. He is getting comfortable. He sits on the couch and checks his phone. I sit beside him and he leans over to kiss. We make out for a bit and then he starts taking off my shirt. I toss it over to the side and go over and sit on his lap and keep on kissing. His hands explore my back for a bit as put my hands on face. I whisper “Quarto?” to his ear. He answers me by picking me up! That was unexpected. He maneuvers both of us to the bedroom and he lays me down on the bed. He takes off my shorts, and then he starts taking off his. I can already see my prize: that big bulge that is barely contained in his speedos. My eyes drift for a bit to the wall behind Gabriel and see the clock. It was 10:45 PM. Almost time for Gabriel to leave. As he lies down beside me, I look at the window and see outside that the rain still pouring down on Ipanema. Then a crazy idea popped in my head. I retrieve my shorts from the floor and find my phone. I type something in Google Translate that was MISTAKE #2: “Do you want to stay here tonight? It is still raining and the bed is comfortable.” He looks at me and says “Yes!” in English. I was not thinking clearly. I was not expecting company tonight, especially a garoto, so all my stuff was just strewn everywhere in the house. I was not thinking about the dangers of having a working boy in my room, especially in Brazil. All the warnings in this forum, all the precautions given by my friends, and all the research I’ve made about crime here, all that went out the window, into the soaked streets of Rio, draining onto the south Atlantic. And how could any mortal think clearly, under these heavenly circumstances, in the presence of angels. So, a bonus post, more sex, and more mistakes, next…