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The B Word: Fortaleza Edition – No Place Like Home After a week or so with BF#1, and some time alone, as well as getting some work done in the process, it was time to see Paulo again. He was adamant in showing me one of his adopted cities – Fortaleza, and to show me why he loves this city so much. I have been to Fortaleza once before, partially chronicled here. I was not able to visit any saunas that time, but still had fun with some Garoto Com Locals. And this trip was to be different – I was going to stay at Paulo’s apartment this time, so no hanky panky with others, just me, him, and the city. So since this is me we are talking about, I had to find a way to sample Fortaleza boys before meeting up with Paulo. Saunas are off-limits because I was going with Paulo to the saunas and boys will talk if I go there without Paulo. So Garoto Com Local was again a saving grace in this regard. Which meant getting a hotel first before meeting up with Paulo. From Sao Paulo, I took an early morning flight to Fortaleza, arriving at noon. Upon checking in to the Hotel Gran Marquise, a reported 5 star hotel in Fortaleza ($60 a night, cost still at pandemic level when I stayed), I was ready to receive the boys before meeting with Paulo later at 7 PM. I met up to 2 boys from the website. One was a firecracker of a versatile guy, who was moreno, super cute, and with a giant ass. Fulfilled my thirst for a more bottom guy. The second guy was your typical bombado with large muscles, big dick and giant ass. He was a pardo, and while his ad had pretty good pics, he was even more of a knockout in person. Surprised me too. I was ready for a more “worship-type” programa with the bombado, but he was game for way more. Super passionate and versatile as well. The programas were 150 and 200, respectively, which is at sauna level pricing in SP or RJ. The boy prices are definitely lower once you leave the southeast. Some comments about the Hotel Gran Marquise: not quite 5 star in my book, as the room I got was fairly average, but the services were as top-notch as you can expect in Brazil. Between programas I was able to take advantage of the gym and pool. And obviously one can receive visitors, at least during the day, as no one checked on the two guests I brought on the way to my room. I wouldn’t know if it was like that at night. As everyone knows, Fortaleza can be dangerous, so I am certain that they are more diligent at night, at least checking ID of your guests. And to close, I had a nice coffee and Bailey’s combo for an afternoon snack, as I relished being in a 5 star hotel in Brazil, especially since I will be shifting gears to stay with the BF in his apartment: And shift gears I did. Once I got the whoriness out of my system (at least for a week), I was ready to meet Paulo. I Ubered it to his apartment, which was more inland and away from the beaches. It was in Centro, in a two story decrepit looking building on a busy street. Upon arriving at his street, Paulo was waiting for me on the curb. He looked happy to see me as I emerged from my Uber. He has a one bedroom apartment. Fairly spartan. Not a lot of furniture. Not the 5 star hotel I was just in for sure. But it was his home, and I was welcome, and that made the quality of the surroundings irrelevant. Since I was in familiar surroundings for Paulo, he laid some ground rules about this trip. Since a lot of people knew him in the city, especially in this part of town, he said to tamp down on the PDA while in public. This rule would be broken numerous times, and it was all him, not me, breaking the rules. During the trip, instead of getting Ubers to get around town, I rode in the back of his motorcycle, and he drove like a maniac. He was an adrenaline junkie, I was not. But I adjusted, because I was living Paulo’s life now. Another ground rule: to stay at his side at all times. Fortaleza remains a dangerous place, and he has stories about him fending robbers and their ilk while living here. I would break this rule once: when we were in Praia Iracema and we got into a silly fight, and I abruptly left our perch in the beach. Astrologically, we were both fire signs, so the fire was in full display in Fortaleza. He had to hunt me down the praca near the beach, and was looking for me everywhere. I sat down near a group of police at the end of the praca. He was relieved to find me, unscathed. He was genuinely concerned. He said I could have been kidnapped or robbed in the praca. I swore to him to never do that again. I would do it again. Apart from intermittent nastiness between us, my Fortaleza visit was actually pretty nice. Paulo showed me his city: warts and all. We got new tattoos from one of his friends. We ate at his favorite places, and drank in the street pubs that he usually haunts. Met some of his friends. Probably the highlight of my trip with him was seeing the crowds in Praia Iracema, and the surrounding parks. It was like seeing a world pre-COVID, as almost no one was wearing masks, and the crowd density was something I haven’t seen for a while now. You must be wondering what the sauna scene here is. From what I know, there are three GP saunas in the city worth noting, and two more that are horrible. At this point of the trip, the other two saunas, Dragon and California were still closed (they have now reopened at the time of this writing), and only one was open. Mykonos Thermas Club. From what I understand, this was a new sauna, opened earlier this year before the pandemic. Perhaps to recoup some of the owner’s investment, the sauna reopened as soon as the city said it was OK to do so. Paulo said that he liked the other two than this sauna, but since this was the only one open, he had no choice but to work here. The place was in a residential part of town, and the façade could be mistaken for any house in the street. Inside of course, was all sauna. The first night, we got there at around 6 PM on a Saturday, and immediately was accosted by boys. Majority of them were next door types, but quote a few were smoking hot as well. Upon checking in, Paulo let me know that clients wore white towels, and boys wore blue towels. This was kind of interesting, as I guess it highlighted which populations were more numerous that the other. My estimate was an even 50/50 split of boys and clients. On the first night, Paulo was immediately chatted up by some clients who were eager for his business, so I was left to my own devices minute one. Which was interesting because I had quite a few boys ask me questions and tried to get something going with me. As one particularly branquinho who was young and tall was chatting me up, Paulo swooped in and put an arm around me. Apparently I was chatting up his “best buddy” in the sauna, and he was firm in telling him that I was the BF. The cute guy apologizes to him and me and quickly moves along. I met quite of few of Paulo’s posse in the sauna, all pretty good looking. He was also coaching one of the young bodybuilders on fitness and supplements, and though I was quite smitten by him, I knew I cant even broach the subject of a programa. I can only look, but cannot touch. Paulo said a lot of the boys here accepted 50 reais as payment for one programa because (a) this was Fortaleza and (b) they ran a volume business. They probably did 5-10 clients a night. Paulo only did a max of 3 or 4, and he would never accept anything lower than 100 reais. Even if I wasn’t able to do any programas, Paulo made up for it by deciding not to work the three nights we visited Mykonos sauna, so his attention was all on me, and boy it was great. It was fun, since he was game to both show me the facilities of the sauna, and using the facilities to their fullest potential. An example, they had a nice small pool/hydromassager that the sauna had, and we had a blast *almost* having sex in it. We drove people away because of the insane PDA. We also played pool in the premises, and it was actually nice to watch the boys play pool sometimes, because some of them had to contort themselves to make a move, and since most of them were in either underwear or towels, its nice to see, I got to see some cock and balls at times. Oddly enough, the sauna had not one but two places for a stage for any drag numbers or stripper shows. The owner actually gave me a personal tour of the premises, and explained to me that the second entertainment space was left empty because sometimes there are private events in there. I got an insight on the challenges a sauna owner had during a pandemic. He had to sacrifice a lot to get the sauna to still be running. Two of the major things he did that he thinks made his sauna the place to go for the gays were: he made the entry for the working boys (GPs) free, and he fed the boys dinner every night. This made the boys come in droves. Even to just have one meal a day. And in a place with a lot of boys, clients will follow. It was an interesting strategy, and yes there was a lot of boys, and a lot of clients, in the premises. I also got a sample of the free dinner one night. Some rice and meat thing. It was actually tasty. I have to say that this space is pretty nice and spacious, and it reminds me of the old Lagoa space in SP. And I certainly had a ton of fun in it, even if I didn’t do one programa in the three nights I was there. This was definitely a new paradigm I was in. I was in a “monogamous” relationship with a GP, and I still got to go to the saunas and gawk at the boys. Let’s see how long this lasts. Next, the weird Sao Luis, Maranhao.

Hero I am not, my friend. My golden years are way behind. I am an old tired slut who needs a full day to recover after a session of sex. Funny side note, talking about heroes. The main (only after sex) activity when I am hanging out with the young men I find appealing is always excited (if not exciting) conversation. Brazilians are great conversationists. Of course nowadays our phones are fully integrated to the chatting. We are continuously sharing our pictures, our social media, our Whatsapps. Some of us chose to use our real picture instead of an avatar. They are very small, and I could not recognize anyone in a friend’s phone surfing his messages next to me. However, every time I am in the saunas with a GP, and I browse by @numazu1’s messages, they infallibly yelled “Numazu1”, and ask me whether I am his friend. Indeed, Numazu1 is the new @Tomcal. End of the funny side note. I ended my last report this morning, when I was waiting for Pedro’s call. We connected, I called an Uber, and took a shower. I usually share here the brightest sides of my life, who cares about the darkest ones. But to have just a little taste, let me share that I was not really feeling well. I think I never recovered from the extended fun after Pointe. That night I almost did not sleep after all that sex. Next morning I woke up with the two boys in my place. Not sleeping alone and not being by myself in the morning definitely stresses me up. Then we kept playing and working with pictures and video the whole day. I had kind of kicked out David and Diego last nigh because I was desperate for solitude. However, and even if I had the morning for me, I was still feeling exhausted. I think my aging is definitely demanding some adjustments in my life style. This morning I was afraid I was not going to have energy for Pedro. Fortunately I was wrong. He arrived, and it was the first time I saw him under natural light, it was not yet noon. Really beautiful boy, I wonder how I missed that the first time I saw him in 117. He insists he is a Moreno for Brazilian standards. I would rather say he looks Portuguese or Mediterranean. His chatting was as sweet and seductive as in the sauna. We were sitting cuddling and caressing in the terrace, and I noticed he would get tense when kissing. It was not the first time I felt that. I think I overestimate Brazilian ... what is the opposite of shyness? We have a very open terrace in a second floor and everything we do here (I am right now writing on the terrace while Diego is napping) is visible from faraway in the beach. We talk about it with Pedro, and decided to move on inside. So he went to take a shower and afterwards we shared an explosive session. Even if I do not find him as attractive as David, he is much, much sexier and a much, much of a voracious kisser and bottom. Damn it was good, passionate and super intense and uninhibited as I like it the most. And when we finished, it felt like he wanted more even when both of us had cum in buckets. Amazing boy. We ordered lunch, and when we were enjoying it Diego arrived, with bad news. It broke my heart, he was so happy yesterday after securing his contract. Two close friends from Salvador (he is Baiano) had been shot dead by the police. He was still weeping from his red eyes, had obviously been crying a lot. I felt bad because when I saw his eyes I made a joke about being super stoned, right before he delivered the news. He went to one of the bedrooms to be alone, and we gave him some space. After a while I went to check him up, and his mood had changed because his new football team had won 2-1 after being losing most of the match 0-1. Now he was happy and wanted a burger. Baianos. Pedro left to the sauna after a warm goodbye, and Diego and I went to the swimming pool. I was exhausted, and fell asleep. Surprisingly, that hour sleeping under the sun seem to be what I was needing. I feel quite recovered now. It is too late to go to the sauna (almost 7, and it takes me one hour to get there), though. David did not call as he promised, but right now is texting me although I do not know what he wants yet. Perhaps I invite him to come over. I do not mind relaxing here. That was the plan for this pandemic trip. Less promiscuous sex and party and more focused sex and relaxing. I would say that I have met my goals. I have to check out tomorrow morning at 10, and Rhyheim is sheltering me in his Porn House until I leave to the airport. My flight departs at almost midnight. I guess I will have time to write in the airport if there is anything worthy to be shared. It was great seeing you @BryBro! I DO NOT WANTO TO LEAVE.

LOL, noone would pay for this. I think when I becomes bfs with a guy here, there is an implied shelf life on both sides of the relationship. I put the kibosh on the relationship if it seems that it is evolving into something that would require me to take the boy to the USA. Thankfully this almost never happens, and I think I instinctively embark on relationships with boys that dont seem to be interested in taking it to the next level. I think Paulo also wishes that this has a finite shelf life, but I think right now we are giving each other what we need right now. He ahs definitely given my trips the needed kick it needed. You're welcome! Ask anyone who has met me and know me personally, yes I seem to be the sex maniac in real life as I portray myself in my reports. This has been the huge downfall in my life... always looking for sex. And if there are times I am not horny, it does not take much to get me there, and there is nothing like a sexy young guy that takes me to this state of horniness. How can it not? Especially in Brazil. Also, I am a huge proponent of "faking it till you make it" which means even when not horny, I can get there quickly if I put my mind to it, and get the necessary tools to get me there. TL;DR - I am a slut. Bonus Sao Paulo topic: I know this is interesting to some people wondering. I was at the Quality Suites Bela Sintra which is just across the street from Espaco Lagoa, and while waiting in the lobby for a friend to come, happend upon this guy, with a client, checking out of the hotel: It was unmistakenly Adriel Fernandes, the popular stripper in Lagoa and other SP haunts. I guess this confirms that he can be bought. I'd wanna chase that one of these days.

great post in ChristianPFC blog about demise of soi Twilight. Sad bout of great historical and sentimental value ChristianPFC - Adventures in Thailand: The End of Soi Twilight

After several months, I logged in over there earlier this morning. I was expecting them to cancel my profile, but the only thing they have done is deleting my “All Black Lives Matter” avatar. I thought it was going to be harder to cut the habit after all those years of contributing and reading over there. Surprisingly, it has been extremely easy. What I still do everyday is checking the escorts reviews. Soon I will also stop that, as my interest in investing my money in American escorts has vanished and those reviews are worthless to me.

It seems that Mr Nakki/Nakkie will be back at Moonlight tomorrow evening (29 Nov). As some of you may recall he and Mr Rome were guest stars at the Grand Opening night back in April 2019. Mr Nakkie is a hot gym fit muscle guy - he has been in the navy for quite some time but it may be that his civil duties are over and he is looking for work. If anyone is going to Moonlight tomorrow, enjoy the show! I would love to see Mr Nakkie on stage again.

Never say never, but for now I am finished contributing $$ or political comment over there.

Greetings from Medellín, Back in Colombia for a break and thought that I would update this forum. Like many places, Medellín has seen a serious rise in COVID19 cases in the past 45 days. However, it is not at the levels seen in many other countries. As a precaution, the major cities of Bogota, Baranquilla, Medellín, and Calí have all instituted various forms of curfews, forcing businesses to close up after 10pm from Sunday to Thursday. That makes for a quiet city at night which can be unnerving at times in a city known for partying in the wee hours 7 days a week. So many of the bars, videos, and saunas are officially closed. Some -- I wont name names here -- are quietly allowing fewer in, but they are open for a more select crowd. However, that does not stop the party loving Colombians. There are many underground parties happening and the boys of Medellin are happy to make a deal in these tough economic times. The Grindr ads are more active than ever and some of the faces advertising are very familiar if you have been on F4F or other sites - many of which have large dormitorys here. So while quieter this trip, I still get to enjoy some friendly Colombian company and good weather with better coffee. For now. Stay tuned.

Yes, many similarities

and with new bars opening at street level it even looks brighter if only they can hold until we arrive

You are correct, making your point to a Rhetorical question. However, there are Offences, and then there are crimes, both Illegal but different in character, scope and punishment. I was referring to the latter. But your point IS valid.

I have lived in Pattaya for nine years now, and recently spent five nights in Bangkok so will add a little to this report. The new "Pride" bar in Soi 4 was really doing well, busy every night, with live music which was not deafening. The small "Connections" bar/karaoke place opposite was also doing well. I still feel loyal to Telephone Bar which I remember from my earliest visits to Thailand 22 years ago, when they still had those ancient telephones on each table and you could call over to another table if you felt like chatting to someone. I visited Patpong too, and sat at the outside bar opposite Dream Boys, just watching the world go by, and of course watching the young gentlemen arriving to work in the bars. Went into Dream Boys for the show, with about ten other customers. A good show culminating in the big cock show, with about nine taking part and looking very proud of their significant appendages. It must be hard work to keep that up with so few customers. The next night into Jupiter 2018 on Soi 4, where the show was also great, even a little more professional in their choreography, though no big cock show, but all the young men look like models, so handsome and muscular. Customers about fourteen or so. A great show, and where I sat I had a good view of the corner where the chaps do their exercise, pulling weights and so forth. That helps too! My last night I spent in the front of Telephone Bar sipping a bottle of cheap champagne, relaxing and watching people come and go, still a great atmosphere, but I do look forward (as I am sure the business owners do!) to the return of the big crowds. I might even treat myself to a better bottle of the bubbly to celebrate that! Hopefully by the middle of next year when the vaccine has been distributed across Thailand. For now I remain grateful for how well Thailand has dealt with the pandemic.

Why can't you recognize that you are a selfish jerk. Nobody likes you here . Go back to where ever you use to post and if not ,hopefully Michael will ban you!!!

One more such report and i'll book the quarantine hotel!

i haven’t been there this year but have been in contact consistently with 3 of the guys i saw regularly down there, and things seem to be the same as far as guys getting together just not at the bars but in the homes/apts. these guys are all grindr hookups i met previously! i will be back there in Jan. and March

Id never pay $250-$350 for any popular here in the states. We had a guy we would pay $80 but he got strung out of drugs. Before I pay American prices, I will gladly hop on a plane and head over to SD. im an insatiable whore so once I get pounded really good, I will need it again within a few hours. I can take good dick at least 5 times a day. If the guys here are charging $300 each session then I'm out $1500 a day. I'd rather travel and get docked down for $40 and only pay $200 for some big dicks and hot sex.

There's always been an ebb and flow over there. Racism on that board has reared its ugly head plenty of times. In older days, Daddy was smarter, more professional, or perhaps more cautious. I don't remember him exposing too many personal opinions on controversial topics. He learned to simply close threads, which is the appropriate professional behavior for a well-moderated board. Steven Kesslar writes beautifully how Hooboy's board could build a career in escorting, without one penny of overhead expense. I always cautioned escorts to keep their politics out of public view. Politics and religion are two subjects that have the power to kill a business. Business 101: never surrender your power to others. There is expert reason, plenty of research data, why conventional wisdom instructs business owners to SHUT UP when public discussion on controversial topics can hurt us financially. You never should want to turn-off a potential customer. Unfortunately, social media and narcissism makes that more difficult to accomplish these days. Some queens can't ever keep their mouths shut. While other queens thrive on being self-destructive. I remember in the mid-2000's there was a red-neck Southern hottie posting on Hooboy. He had a Kip Knoll look and a pretty Caucasian cut cock. He could have been gay for pay. He revealed himself to be a bonafide racist. Often sounded like a KKK member, repulsed at the idea of sucking a Black client's cock. Refused to ever book one. He and I emailed privately, briefly. I often laughed at him without his knowing. I fantasized about tying him up and blindfolding him, secretly forcing him to take Black cock in his mouth while I fucked his pretty White ass relentlessly. I love a good interracial fantasy, especially one where I convert a racist, making him beg for more Black cock. I tried my best to educate the punk on his diseased brain, but he was a tough nut to crack. He eventually left the board during one of my Time Outs, and his email went dead. All escorts and members should be appalled by Daddy's behavior. Unfortunately, many escorts and clients are racist themselves. Stripping Daddy of his gatekeeper power will not end racism in the industry. But it will sure teach a great lesson that Daddy needs to learn. Escorts and clients, it's time to get WOKE.

I was in Bogota again a few weeks ago and would like to share a bit about my stay. I didn’t plan on going to Bogota so soon after my last trip to this great city, but a Colombian Chaturbate model living in Baranquilla I had my eye on for a while expressed interest in (1) meeting me for a nice trip somewhere and (2) wanted to check out Bogota as a place he’d like to visit and possibly move to. His terms were simple, (1) pay the flights to BOG from BAQ, plus food and drinks were my responsibility, (2) I were to bring some warm clothes for him to wear, and didn’t care if they were pre-worn. My terms were (1) I could do anything to him and (2) I could hook up with other guys while he was staying with me. We had a deal. Usually the boys just wanted a break from the soul-crushing work of having sex on cam, as well as being stuck in a house full of boys, and it doesn’t take much for them to go on a weekend trip with you. Let’s call the kid Carlos. He is 22, tall with a lean muscular build. His draw online was that he looked younger than 22, had an angelic face, and an enormous penis that was always hard. He would also pair up with off-again, on-again Venezuelan boyfriend, who was 21, strikingly beautiful, and also had a large penis. These two would take turns fucking each other online. They weren’t the highest of earners, like other boys I know, but they were hard workers, and from my extensive Whatsapp conversations with them, pretty humble and simple. I toyed with the idea of inviting Carlos with his boyfriend, but the unstable nature of their relationship made me just want to stick with the more masculine, handsome Carlos. I bought his roundtrip airplane ticket on LATAM for $64 total. I took the red-eye Aviance flight from LAX to BOG direct flight that gets into Bogota at 7 AM. I was going to stay for 3 nights on this long weekend. Some notes: 1. Since I was getting into Bogota early, I had to get a hotel that allowed early check-in. I looked online and looked at some reviews of top hotels that had reviews for early check-in. I settled on the Embassy Suites Hilton, which had reviews of some people being able to check-in early. Sure enough, getting there at 9 AM was no problem. I got a room right away and was able to take a 3 hour nap while I waited for Carlos. 2. I received a call from reception to let me know that Carlos was downstairs. I rushed downstairs to fetch him. Reception asked for his “cedula” and made a copy and added his name in the reservation. No fuss. The hotel itself was OK. Nothing special, but had free breakfast as well as a free happy hour. Carlos and I did not need dinner as the happy hour hors d'oeuvre were enough for the two of us. 3. Our first night was a Thursday and we had fewer options for night life. We opted to try the “El Mozo” gay bar, which had great advertisement for their “College night” on Thursdays. We were impressed by the building and bar, but found the clientele to be a bit bland and music to be just OK, so at 12 midnight we decided to leave and head over to greener pastures. Not much college night about the night. 4. After a cursory search online we decided on just giving up and going to Theatron, on a Thursday. They had this for advertisement (Jueves Hot), so why not give it a try: I really had my heart set on going to Theatron on a Saturday, their big night, but we were itching for some nightlife so off we went. 5. Theatron was different on a Thursday night. No cover, and no line to get in. Just the usual security pat down and ID check. We went through the side entrances and found about 50% of the bars closed. Most of the bars open were the ones in the upper levels. There were fewer people, but the crowd was definitely more fun than in El Mozo. 6. The “men’s only” upper floor at Theatron was actually not men’s only on Thursdays. They allowed women also, and the dancers were not nude when we got there midnight: I thought this was because there were girls that night so the gogo boys were not allowed to be naked. Well when it got to 1 AM, they changed models and the model onstage quickly got rid of his undies to reveal his hard on: At 1 AM, the drink prices changed too. They were charging full price for all the alcohol. It’s probably why the models got naked. More money. 7. We changed hotels the next day, and we were glad we did. I tried the JW Marriott in Bogota and they have specials in the weekends ($130 a night). With status I received free access to the lounge which meant again free breakfast and free happy hour. Again we were able to take advantage of the happy hour hors d'oeuvre selection which was enough for dinner, and the breakfast was a pretty hearty amercan breakfast. 8. Carlos was a frisky one and he was pretty determined to find a good “prepago” or prostitute for both of us to share as soon as we got to our room. A lot of great selections on mileroticos website, the Colombian website for paid boys. Carlos pretty much handled the searching, talking and asking the price. Most were in the 150k to 250k COP range, which was $50 to $80. Some samples: We both agreed upon this blue-eyed stunner who was versatile and agreed to take both of us. Asked for 250k, Carlos bargained him down to 175k ($59) for an hour. Two hours later the boy was at the JW Marriott, and he didn’t have any issues getting to the room with us. Security was tight but didn’t pay us any attention. The boy ended up staying three hours, partly for sex (which was awesome, and threesomes aren’t my favorite, so that was saying something) and partly because Carlos and he hit it off. We all went to happy hour together and the boy loaded up on the free beers. He said goodbye after dinner. Money well spent. 9. We were intending to go to Theatron this Friday night but I wanted to check out the stipper bar “Gigolo Erotic House” first. It was so much fun that we ended up staying the whole night till 3 AM. Cheap booze (whiskey bottle was $30 with cokes and waters) which we shared with the boys. Hot dancers who went around the room looking for tips and lap dances. We noticed some dancers here also were dancers in Theatron. So to answer someone's question, yes, you can hire the Threatron dancers who also work here. You can get a private dance for 50k COP ($17), which was done in the side behind curtains. You can pretty much do anything to the boy during the dance. I did two lap dances when I was there. One was with this guy, and I did pretty much everything, so yummy (photos from their Instagram): The other was with this guy. He was more shy at first but opened up. He was more sweet and liked kissing: Carlos went wild of course. He was making friends, asking for WhatsApp numbers from the boys. He hit it off with this one stripper who was close to his age. The stripper stayed with us for most of the night. Carlos then told me that the stripper could go with us to the hotel for 80k COP ($27). I talked to the stripper for a while and he won me over. He did end up going home with us when the club closed at 3 AM, and actually stayed the night and had breakfast with us at the hotel. No issue with getting him in the hotel either. Threesomes are fun with Carlos. By the way, this bar is the closest to a Bangkok Bar that I’ve ever seen outside of Thailand, because of this: And yes, there was a fuck show, sexo en vivo, at Gigolo Erotic House. It took the whole bar to a whole new level for me. Plus of course the great guys. In some ways it is more fun than a Thailand bar, because the boys were not shy, and they were cheaper, and they were probably more fun. PS. Day 3 was fun as well, and we targeted free boys on Grindr. Lots of free boys in Bogota too. PPS. Carlos ended up moving to Bogota, with boyfriend in tow. I'm glad I brought all those sweaters for Carlos.