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These photos were published on Facebook. I was seated with the dancer in first photo on the right plus another dancer wearing glasses and jeans.

From Pattaya Mail By Barry Kenyon The highpoint of the British addiction to Thailand was the year 2011 when there were almost 900,000 entries by British passport holders. The information was from the Thai immigration bureau, though it was likely a slight overestimate as it counted re-entries by the same person as additional individuals. These days the bureau sadly does not publish data in the same detailed way country by country. Meanwhile, another useful statistical source, the UK government’s shock annual report British Behaviour Abroad, was discontinued several years ago. Maybe it provided too many salacious stories about sex, drugs and awful traffic accidents. The number of Brits declined in the mid-2020s to about half the 2011 totals. In spite of the covid pandemic, the international tourist numbers in Thailand are now approaching the 2019 figure of almost 40 million according to the Tourist Authority of Thailand. However, the principal recruiting grounds are now China, Russia and India whose nationals are no longer required to obtain prior visas. According to the Board of Investment, Brits have shown little interest in longstay visas such as the newish 10-year Long Term Residence which encourages the well-heeled to make a base in Thailand. The decline in British tourist numbers to Thailand has several roots. There’s stiff competition from eastern Europe and sun-baked rivals in south east Asia. The rising cost of international air fares and immigration bureaucracy, notably the TM30 residence form which can carry a financial penalty if ignored may also be factors. Almost daily reports of Brits being arrested and jailed in Thailand and disturbing stories about the non-insured facing huge bills after a traffic accident surely play a role. The notion that Thailand is the Wild West where anything goes, assuming it was once true, is now buried six feet under. The 2011 statistics showed there were around 60,000 Brits living in Thailand for most or all of the year. The UK Institute for Public Policy recently estimated the number at only 41,000 in 2024. For working expats, the opportunities in traditional industries such as oil and gas are smaller, whilst the Japanese and the Chinese are the dominant foreign presence in newer industries such as car manufacture and industrial estates. Working without a permit and using illegal Thai nominees in businesses these days are risky lifestyles with ongoing surveillance by police and employment officials. British retirees have long been a feature of the expat population in Thailand, but their numbers are also in decline. Inflationary pressures, not to mention the high cost of inpatient hospital care, are significant issues especially as some British pensions – including the state one – are frozen from annual increases. Expat clubs in Phuket, Pattaya and Chiang Mai have been dominated of late by talk of the Thai Revenue policy to tax “assessable” foreign income with complaining British voices being amongst the loudest. Social media is abundant with English-speaking expats threatening to leave Thailand for pastures new in Cambodia, Vietnam or the Philippines where the tax authorities are, it is hoped, more indulgent. It certainly does look like the British love affair with Thailand is losing its magic.

Yes very very bad. The Hanoi bar was jammed full. You had to stand tight against all the other people and could hardly drink your beer let alone get served at the bar. Had there been an emergency you would have been in a massive crush. I left. As regards the taxi. The fare should have been about $1. 50 each time. He was charged about $15. (whatever that is in ding dong money). Came back and said taxis are expensive here…almost the same cost as the UK. Then realised he had been done. Imagine if he was going all the way to the Airport…. Later read that most (all?) taxi drivers are dishonest.

First Experience (Jupiter) Second Experience (Grindr) Third Experience (S'Sense) Fourth Experience (Dreamboys) Fifth Experience (Screwboys) Sixth Experience (Moonlight) Seventh Experience, 24 Centimetres of Songkran: I booked a room at The Quarter Silom in an attempt to off one of the old Tawan models, now hanging out nearby 7-Eleven. Unfortunately it was the Thursday before Songkran, and the entire neighbourhood of Silom was swimming with gay men. I was hit on several times just trying to navigate, with some being quite persistent, and I felt uncomfortable as I had geared myself up for a non-social evening with a paid hook-up. Quick, easy and "painless." I checked in to my hotel and even the lobby was full of cruising men. The two staff members, both young Thai men, also seemed incredibly flirtatious. I was very thrown off by this whole scenario and it left me feeling a little anxious. I grabbed some alcohol and sat in my room, working up the courage to take a stroll outside. That's when my Grindr started becoming very active. One looked promising. A Thai/Cambodian guy who advertised himself as being 24cm. A little preposterous, I'm sure he was much smaller than advertised. I questioned him and he stated "If your mouth doesn't drop when you see it, I will leave, don't worry." I asked his fee. He was not a moneyboy, just in town for Songkran, and nearby about to head back to his friend's place in Ekkamai. Sounds suspicious. I prepared some cash just in case, and gave him the address to my hotel. 15 minutes later he arrived. I meet him outside, and I'm a little taken aback, because he's more feminine than I expected. Not very, but just more so than his photos would have me believe. I started to worry that the dick size was false advertising too. We get to my room, and he removes his pants immediately, leaving his shirt on. His massive, thick, heavy soft cock can be seen dangling. "I'll shower first, okay?" he quickly says, as if not skipping a beat. My mouth does indeed drop. He smiles. "You really weren't kidding," I say, and he smiles wider. His dick was indeed 24cm, and he stated his girth was 60mm, which I can also believe. He's uncut, and even soft, his dick is heavy and meaty. He peels off the remainder of his clothing and takes a shower. I enter the bathroom too and give him some body wash. "Thanks," he says, "now come in here." It's about to start, I think. No. He pushes me down so I'm kneeling in the shower, and he begins pissing all over my face. I'm shocked, but the sheer audacity of this action riles me up so much. What nerve! I'm very submissive so this act of domination engorges my own cock. He smiles again, "I thought you'd like that. Do you like to be fucked hard, too? A little bit of a freak?" I can say nothing but nod my head in sheer happiness. We make our way to the bed, and he slams his cock inside of me without any preparation. I wince in such incredible pain. "I thought you said you like it rough?" My asshole feels like it's been stabbed with a butcher's knife, "It's been a while since I've had something this big..." I assure him. Back in Colombia, this was a regular occurrence, and trust me, I can take it well. Instead of warming me up or going slow, he repeats the same. Jab, slam, jab, slam. My body is involuntarily clenching itself. I try and relax, but the fear of the next thrust will not allow it. "Oh great, a huge cock and I can't even enjoy it..." I worry to myself. I've noticed tops here are not the most skilled. But I have a point to prove. I'm a good bottom. I take it, until eventually my ass opens up and swallows the entire thing. "Good boy," he says "now show me how hard you a take it." He fucks me for twenty or so minutes. My ass is swollen. Each thrust feels even better than the last because it's getting more and more sensitive as he continues. "You're bleeding," he says. This was not meant to be a raunchy fuck, but it's quickly becoming one. "That's okay." I say, worried slightly for the hotel bedding. He finishes inside of me and keeps his dick inside my ass. "I'm going to piss inside of you too." He does. The feeling is hard to describe. A warm and a gentle tickle. He puts a towel on my asshole and pulls out. He starts talking so nonchalantly now. I feel traumatized, in a good way. "Where are you from?" he asks, and makes small talk that didn't occur before. I tell him, and he says he's always wanted to visit. "Can you take me?" he asks, and I jokingly say yes. He seems quite serious. "I tried to apply before to go, but I was rejected... no money..." Ah, so he is a moneyboy... I pull out 2000 thb and offer it to him, and he looks confused. "No thanks," he says, now looking a little hurt. "Oh, sorry I misunderstood..." I say, and he laughs. He pulls out his phone and shows me WhatsApp messages. They are from clients, offering him large amounts of money. He shows me a conversation where a client offers him 5000 RMB. "I used to work here," he says, "tomorrow I go back to Cambodia. I don't work here anymore." I'm very confused. "If you want to pay, I have friends..." and he shows me several photos of other guys, "I can call them now if you are not satisfied." What? Is he asking for money, is he offended? I'm lost. I ask him how much 5000 RMB is, and he tells me more than twenty thousand baht. Is he lying? Who would pay this rate? Why would he not take the money? "You take me back to your country?" he says again. "I will only fuck you." I tell him I'm travelling for the next year, give him a hug, and he leaves. I block him immediately afterward. While the experience was unique, I start to feel questionable on the whole situation and his intents with me. I'm still confused to this day.

Some of you are overly cautious, but to each their own... Travel across the world to partake in male prostitution but afraid of some meat on a stick. 🤭

AFAIK Descovy, in contrast to Truvada, is not indicated anywhere for on-demand / event-driven 2-1-1 HIV PrEP either formally or off-label, as corroborated by NYC Health, IAS, CATIE, etc. One can switch from daily or on-demand Truvada to daily (but not on-demand) Descovy, or from daily Descovy to daily or on-demand Truvada. Descovy has not been studied for oral uptake timing surrounding sexual intercourse events. Not that I would consider giving a “starter kit” to a Brazilian national in Brazil because I would more likely steer them to their local provision option, but I would recommend accurate educational guidance. Also, unlike Truvada and Apretude, Descovy for PrEP is not yet authorized in Brazil. If the guy were to eventually seek PrEP formally he might reveal that a visiting gringo had provided a controlled prescription-dependent drug not ANVISA-approved in Brazil and with an incorrect dosing regimen instruction to boot.

NEW YORK (The Borowitz Report) - On the final day of jury selection in the hush money trial of Donald J. Trump, Judge Juan Merchan dismissed a Manhattan woman who expressed extremely negative views about the defendant. The woman testified that it would be “impossible” to render an unbiased judgment of a man she considered “vicious, cruel, and devoid of human decency.” “The idea of spending the next few weeks in the same room with him nauseates me,” she added. “Please, let me go.” Asked if she had had any personal interaction with the defendant, she said, “He wouldn’t know my name.” Although the woman’s comments riveted the entire courtroom, they failed to awaken Trump.

But nevertheless still factual 🙂

I have no idea what this event is, and there's probably nothing gay about it. But I thought I'd share it here for the visual pleasure of those members who like some meat on their men. The video description mentions Tondo, which is generally a slum area in Manila. Some parts of Tondo are only grubby, other parts are positively dangerous.

Thanks for great video. It caught my interest and I did some searching and here's what I learned. The festival is part of an annual celebration by the local Catholic church, commemorating an event that owes its origins to a gift from Mexico. From Wikipedia The Archdiocesan Shrine of Santo Niño de Tondo, also known as Tondo Church, is a Roman Catholic church in Tondo, Manila established by the Augustinians. It houses an image of the Infant Jesus which originally came from Acapulco, Mexico and was handed over by a wealthy merchant to the Archbishop of Manila at that time, who later turned it over to the parish priest of Tondo Since 1572, the image of the Santo Niño has been enshrined in this church. If you Google Tondo macho dancing (or something akin to it) you'll find other videos. Among them one that describes the time these young men spend in weight rooms, preparing for this joyful display of masculinity that delights the population. The topic of macho dancing jogged my memory. In 1988, the full-length movie "Macho Dancer" was released and won worldwide acclaim. From Internet Archieve Macho Dancer is a 1988 Philippine film, directed by Lino Brocka. It explores the realities of a young, poor, rural gay man, who after being dumped by his American boyfriend, is forced to support himself and his family in Manila's seamy red-light district. The film's frank depiction of homosexuality, prostitution, drag queens and crooked cops, the porn industry, sexual slavery, and drugs and violence caused Filipino government censors to order extensive edits of the film. Brocka smuggled an uncensored cut out of the Philippines to be shown to a limited number of international film festivals. The film received a standing ovation at the 1988 Toronto International Film Festival. In 2013, a Thai documentary (My Life as a GoGo Dancer) was released. It features a performer at Jupiter's old location on Soi Twilight.

Agree. Both KL & Penang are good options: flights are cheap & no visa to hassle with. Penang is perfect for a long weekend.

From The Thaiger The State Railway of Thailand (SRT) anticipates the closure of the final chapters in the Thai-Chinese high-speed railway’s first phase, reveals Deputy Transport Minister Surapong Piyachote. Spanning 251 kilometres and boasting a staggering budget of 179.4 billion baht, the ambitious project links the bustling heart of Bangkok to the vibrant cityscape of Nakhon Ratchasima. Divided into 14 meticulously crafted contracts, only two remain awaiting the stroke of the pen, said Surapong. “Contract No. 4-5, tasked with the 13.3 kilometre Ban Pho–Phra Kaeo section in Ayutthaya, is on the cusp of fruition with a budget of 9.9 billion baht. Pending only the completion of a heritage impact assessment (HIA) report on the proposed Ayutthaya station.” Surapong reveals further that the Office of Natural Resources and Environmental Policy is poised to submit the HIA report to Unesco imminently. “Approval is anticipated, given the scrutiny by the UN agency throughout the HIA process. The railway and station, strategically planned away from Ayutthaya’s World Heritage site, should encounter no hurdles.” Meanwhile, Contract No. 4-1 hangs in the balance, tethered to a 15.2-kilometre segment between Bang Sue and Don Muang in Bangkok. Originally envisioned as part of the high-speed railway network linking three major airports, its fate rests on the Board of Investment’s (BoI) impending decision, reported Bangkok Post. “Without BoI’s green light by May 22, alternative routes beckon. SRT might seize the reins solely for the Bang Sue-Don Muang stretch, a crucial lifeline to salvage the project’s punctuality.” Amidst delays plaguing the venture since its 2015 inception, the finish line now glimmers on the horizon: 2028.

You can eat pad kaprow and flush warm water up your derrière? As my grandmother would say, this is going beyond the beyonds. Floridarob, as recording secretary, suggest you put this on agenda for confab you suggested in Thailand and Vietnam thread.

By the way, the OP’s impetus to avoid cheap clients by skipping tuesday at 117 in favor of 202 was a tragic mistake, and I would go so far to say it could account for his lack of preference for the Cidade Maravilhosa. Thinking about it, it is true, why would anyone but low-end GPs find it appealing to go on a day when clients are saving 50 reais on a room? Armchair psychologists? Because come they do, in some cases from far and wide. In fact, both the second guy I just spoke about as well as the 6’5” guy at the beginning of the post are residents of São Paulo city and rural São Paulo state, respectively. Just a bit of speculation, but Tuesdays at 117 by their fame, may attract guys from out of town, who are not comfortable working in their own city yet want to give it a try. Anyway, the São Paulo visitor was also a dancer in a Tuesday show, His first appearance are sort of traditional strip, but second one more of a very masculine fitness routine, which he began and ended in a pair of shorts. I had earlier proposed that we go for a second program after his show, but by that time it was almost 10, and the first guy, with whom I still had a date to come over seem to be getting impatient. I proposed to the second guy That he come over the following day during the day and he enthusiastically agreed. I waited for the first guy (to shower and change) near the reception, and to my surprise, in the 10 or 15 minutes I was waiting, it appeared that the second guy did not go upstairs with anyone. I would’ve thought that show would have been very effective advertising, but maybe others did not see his charm to the extent I do, I wonder if it has anything to do with his being quite dark black. With all that excitement, it would be easy to gloss over my night once I got home with the first guy. Fact, he was amazing too! More fervent kisses, more rock hard dick, and even a glorious taste of his uncovered dick before he later covered it up. He was going to be going out of town the next day, Which was my last day, And I really wanted to invite him to sleepover, despite some largely lackluster experiences with that a few months ago, but I knew he had a partner and a two-year-old son, so it probably wasn’t in the offing anyway. It’s so happens that he will be going to Paris in May and we will overlap for a few days there, although we already joked about whether at that point he would be denominated in euros or reais. And so my last day, the second guy came over around 5pm, much later than I had intended (thereby ruining going to 202) and somewhat limiting our time together, because my Airbnb host had agreed to let me stay until 8 really needed to head to the airport by 9. Still, I didn’t cry too many tears for missing 202. Another beautiful make out session, true, with some rather unsatisfactory doggy style toward the end. I have been thinking about it, (maybe overthinking it…) and both these 2 guys of the last few days (who together turned a forgettable trip memorable) both excelled at kissing. The first one could do positions where you could kiss while fucking (nirvana!) whereas with the second one it was basically either or (there’s a little room to kiss with doggy but unless you can turn your head far to the back, it’s pretty limited. And with the second one I’d have to say I choose the kissing. So to get your ass plowed, you can almost think of it like some other service like, say, having your back adjusted by a chiropractor or a manicure, or surgery maybe. But basically paying someone to kiss you for hours on end seems, at least initially, kind of creepy and pathetic. I hate to yuck my own yum, so I have to think about it a little more. I did experience it as more than just buying a service, I experienced it as both of them really liking it and being into it, but I wholeheartedly concede it’s probably that these guys are great at what they do, which includes a big dose of acting. It’s something to think about but so far has not dissuaded me from looking forward to seeing both again

May the exchange rate is another reason?

Better be out of date than out of shape!

Thanks. I am happy to be out of date!

A lot of members on here also have a 'stage name'. Pretty common, I think.

Luang Prabang is nice if you want a slower pace for a few days. Easy to wander around the old town. Some nice places to visit outside of town including Kuang Si waterfall which is one of the most picturesque in the world and some places you can go on the Mekong. It's been several years since I was last there so I don't know about the gay scene but it's a big tourist attraction so I presume there are at least some guys there on the apps. I think Vientiane has grown quite a bit over the last several years. Siem Reap is quite interesting from a historic standpoint. Lots to see if you're into that sort of stuff. Saigon is big and chaotic but I liked my time there a handful of years ago. I would not go to Myanmar at this time. I like Singapore if you haven't been there. Not cheap but I didn't find it outrageously expensive. The most humid, tropical place I've ever been. Some of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen. Taiwan is great. Taipei is a big metropolis with plenty to see and do. Several gay massage shops if you like those sorts of places. Plenty of info in the appropriate forum. The Yen is in free-fall so Japan is more affordable than ever, but a bit farther away. I guess the Won is collapsing too so South Korea is in the same boat and a little bit closer to Thailand.

Just install Bolt or Grab and you will be on safe side of taxi in VN

us? from this forum ? you must be kidding !

classic move from the handbook of Third World kleptocracies and post-Soviet autocracies

I was tired when I wrote the post, so forgive my spelling….🤪

@floridarob Thanks, I worked my magic and were going to the Dominican Republic instead of Costa Rica. Thanks for the info.

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If you watch them grill it in front of you, from raw, you should be OK. It's when the food cools, is left, and is reheated that problems occur

If you like ruins go to Sukhotai and/ or Kamphaeng Phet. I was there for 3 days in January and missed it before even my plane took off from local airport. easy to get with two daily flights from Swampy. Take boy with you so your bed stay warm

...until that popular vote will get impatient

I guessed that maybe the reason he saved all of his money for the premium cabin might be that it's uncomfortable for the OP to sit in a main cabin seat. If that's not the case, I most certainly agree that I'd save the $$ for the hotel. If legroom is the issue, many American Airlines "Main Cabin Extra" seats (i.e. the exit rows) have even more legroom that some 1st class seats, and it costs only a bit more for non-premium customers to buy those seats, compared to a first-class upgrade. If seat width is the issue, though, then 1st class always wins out. If he needs to have a place to bring men in for sex, he could buy a room at one of those "motel by the hour" places you mentioned (I'm sure the escorts know where to find such places). I once picked up a man at the beach in Acapulco (many years ago, when it was safe), and the Hilton would not let him through. We had to find a sex motel to do the deed. If one intends to bring a guest into the room in Mexico, one should always ask about their policies before-hand. Some places will allow the visitor if said visitor will leave his government-issued ID (i.e. citizenship card) at the front desk, to be collected on his way out.

I can't tell you the last time I went to a room in any of the saunas...not only for the time, but they are shitholes, loud talking/screaming in the hallways, can't enjoy the time there....always back to my room. Plus many guys hold out to cum for more money or to be able to perform for more programas. By the time we go to my place, they are usually ready to get off....

Well, did you realize that Mala Vecindad means "bad neighborhood" in English? 😉 The neighborhood is indeed a tad spicy, and you'll need to take the metro to the Zona Rosa unless you want a long walk. It goes for $20=$30 a night. I don't think it has A/C, but those who stay there seem to be happy enough. Its reviews are generally positive on Tripadvisor.com: "I love the concept of making something mexican and modern at the same time. I love the place, the decor, the blankets, everything is very hipster and at the same time very mexican. The breakfast is gooood and plenty, not like the regular artificial eggs and apple in plastifoam that you find in hotels of this price. The street is not elegant but you are literally 50 mts from Metro Revolucion, half a block from the metrobus and 3 blocks from Monumento a la Revolución. Ah, and 20 minutes walking distance to the Zocalo. I found some comments in Booking of people complaining about the location, and yes is a tough"barrio" but nobody bothers you directly. If you want to try the real Mexico (not the tourist version of Condesa and Polanco) you can go to Caldos de Pollo (big plates of Chicken soup around the corner of the Hotel) and the Cantina about 30 mts (the food is ok, the drinks are good and cheap, and you have a jukebox to put some music, is the real deal with working people and bureacrats getting out of the job). The hotel has Great value for your money. Want to pay more for nothing go to Condesa. Want to get a real taste of the country, stay here...". Well, if you take a taxi from the airport, the taxi driver will probably get a chuckle when you tell him you want to go to the Mala Vecindad! 😄 Oh, barrio is another word for neighborhood (essentially synonymous with vecindad).

There are very few countries for which it's safe to drink from the tap: US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand, most of the EU (not all), UK, Israel, Japan, South Korea, and Singapore would be the only places I can think of off-hand. We were even advised not to drink the tap water in Qatar, and that's a pretty wealthy country. Anywhere else you use bottled water, even to brush your teeth. Water pressure won't be a problem at any hotel with at least 3* (usually). The Mexico City subway is very efficient and cheap. The gay life is centered in the Zona Rosa. When I went to MC, I stayed at the Hilton Mexico City Reforma, which was one of the best hotels I've ever enjoyed, but it might be a bit pricey for your budget (and you'd have to take the metro to the ZR, or a rather long walk). If you want to be closer to the action, the Galeria Plaza Reforma is in the Zona Rosa, and you can get a nice room for $140 a night (4* hotel). I'm assuming, that as an infrequent traveler, you don't have status with any hotel chains. When we travel to places where I don't know the language or need help with logistics, my fiance and I have had great experiences with Tours by Locals. They charge per guide, though, not per person, so are rather pricey if traveling alone (best if 2 to 4 on the trip). If you don't like being in a big bus tour, though, it's certainly more personable and flexible. In terms of what to see, Chapultepec park is a must. Assuming you get a reasonably early start, you could visit its castle, anthropological museum, and modern art museum in one day. The anthropology museum is one of the best in the world, so I'd plan on 3 hours there. Do the national palace, cathedral, Templo Mayor, and Frida Kahlo museum on another day. Do not miss taking a day tour to Teotihuacan (usually done as a group tour), which is a world wonder. In terms of gay guides, you might find one on: https://www.travelgay.com/mexico-city-gay-tours Once you have your dates firmed up, you might want to contact an escort on your favorite website such as rentmen.eu to ask if they'd be up to being hired as a tour guide, I suppose. https://www.galeriaplazahotels.com.mx/en/reforma/

Rio continues delivering amazing experiences. https://ilikepinga.com/2024/04/18/bajo-las-estrellas/ Querido @floridarob, I am happy to report that this time the terrace is less open to others' curiosity, we turned off the lights, and did it under the light of the stars. We went earlier on to 117 on Tuesday, and as usual I was disappointed. Not only the crowd was underwhelming, but besides water started to leak almost at the center of the indoors bar, and it was a lot of water, right when the show was about to start. We ran away.

and the lounges have pad kaprow, never seen that anywhere else, is my favorite dish

It was conceived by those in power to remain in power. And so far it's been quite successful.

I don't think it means what you think it means! 😊

Self service?

From Pattaya News The brand new Pattaya beachfront market, Chang Beach Street Food, is throwing a splashy Songkran party to celebrate its grand opening! Chang Beach Street Food is a new Thai-styled market in the vibrant city of Pattaya, offering over 200 shop booths overflowing with delicious food and unique finds. The market is situated near Pattaya Soi 6, and it is open everyday from 4:00 PM to midnight, with ample parking to ease your visit. From April 17th to 19th, the market will also host a special three-day event called “STAR WATER Songkran Party” to celebrate its grand opening. This event features featuring more than 10 of Thailand’s top artists and DJs taking the stage. Tickets for the event are 100 baht, with gates opening at 6:00 PM each night.

that is not nice either, there are many of us here who may not comprehend sophistry of English but still consider themselves citizens of this forum with full rights

Part 2 It being Easter weekend, I had to take an early morning Sunday flight back to Rio rather than my preferred Wednesday afternoon. I felt tired from the flight and defeated from the guy the night before. I had basically 3 1/2 days left. But the show must go on…after a fairly good garotocomlocal, I headed to 117 on Easter night. It was predictably slow, there was one guy with a beautiful body (a very small waist and very broad shoulders by my definition) that I had seen around. Unsolicited by even eye contact he came over to talk to me, and spoke very thoughtfully slow, with the result that I was actually understanding most of the conversation (by comparison the very tall guy I spoke of earlier we celebrated when I largely understood a 30 second snipet). He was nice and sweet, but somehow I thought he would be a boring fuck. He did start to kiss me, and even when he confirmed, as I suspected, that he wouldn’t do condomless (not that night anyway) [another teaser], and said, not very confidently that he was hung around 20, I thought at least I would like kissing him for half an hour. After nearly an hour of beautiful eye-contact kissing, the latter half combined with many of my favorite positions which many guys have trouble staying hard for, ( his 20+ cm, very thick, irrepressibly hard) I proposed we continue at my place. I offered 300/hour with the idea that he would stay multiple hours until I wore him out. He stayed 2 1/2 for really lovely wonderful lovemaking, if I dare call it that. Monday I had a guy I’ve known for years and is reliably good come over. He was supposed to come at 3 and stay several hours, but he didn’t show up til almost 6, and not only did I want to see last nights guy again, but there was also a guy from garotocomlocal (or actually, I think it was prazerbrasil, another site) Disastrous, must’ve been on drugs, didn’t want to kiss, could get no semblance of an erection, got dizzy getting up from bed. Regrettably these sites only accept positive reviews, rendering the reviews pointless. I don’t know if there is a spot on this site to promote the good and even more importantly, warn of the bad. The guy from the previous night was ready earlier but when I delayed he went to workout and I think we were both a little tired by the time he came over. Also with all this beautiful kissing I wonder if I am bringing a sort of lesbian bed death upon myself. But still a lovely experience. Stayed just over an hour. The next day being Tuesday, of course I wanted to have my cake and eat it too, so we made plans for him to come over after the 117. When it rains it pours. As soon as I arrived shortly after 5, I saw a sort of new and improved version of him (and he was pretty good to start with!) The new one was taller, with a more handsome face, albeit maybe mid-30s rather than mid-20s (which I’m fine with.) He ignored several glances that other GPs would’ve jumped on. Finally I approached him as much as he approached me. He was in the category of the maybe 10% of guys I don’t even ask their endowment or if they bbk, so good that whatever it may be they’re serving up, I want it. And what a fine meal he was serving. Normally when I go over the time limit on the room I argue nicely (typically they waive it if only because they know me) This one I was just glad I was only charged one extra period. It’s hard to say who was the best kisser, they both were so fervent and passionate. The first guy kisses with his eyes open and smiles sometimes which makes for an amazing (sense of?) connection. The second one, although he kisses with his eyes closed, if your lips should stray from his, he immediately chases them down. The first guy has a very large and thick “standard” dick, that pretty much stays rock hard without any friction, while the second one has an extraordinarily thick one with this like quarter inch thick foreskin that seems rather coarse, calloused almost, not smooth and supple. Maybe because he is older or maybe just because the circulatory system is just not set up to deliver to the genitals the large volume of blood that would be required, his hardon is rather “fragile” and he seemed to be able to get it fairly hard only for the all-4s position (my least favorite, with nothing to look at but the pillow) and he would loose it in other positions we tried. My solution: Viagra and PreP, so I will have to work on these next trip. So that was Tuesday at the 117, wait for a room was surprisingly brief. (The previous Tuesday was an even stranger situation where there were only a few hot guys, all of whom white, leaving the guys looking for hot guys of any race competing with those seeking hot white guys, with the result that those few were run ragged, but unprecedentedly in my recollection, no wait for a room at any point.)

I will post my trip report here, as I’m not really sure I have enough novel to say to merit a new thread. I’ve had a lot of trips in the past 6 months or so, in part just because of enjoyed them of course, but also because I keep justifying them as one more trip before the visa requirement comes in, which of course has led to quite a few trips. The plan was to be in Rio Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday nights for 202/117/202, and then in São Paulo for the rest of the time, when I don’t think that Rio has a clear advantage over SP and in the early autumn, SP has some pleasantly mild days, whereas to my taste, Rio does not. (Practical note:Mondays at 202 are dying they really need to do something to revive it; Thursdays are Rio’s worst night with 117 comatose and 202 all but abandoned.) On the previous trip, I did this weekly commuting with Avios awards on LATAM, But this time several weeks before I was leaving, they seem to have been a great domestic fare sale, which reduced the prevailing astronomically high Rio-SP fares to the R$150-200 range. Also, lover of a bargain, I found a round trip Fort Lauderdale-Manaus fare for US220, Which would give me the opportunity/burden to visit Manaus for the first time, before continuing after 24 hours with an AA award on Gol. Oddly, it seems the majority of flights to and from Manaus and go in the middle of the night, which the flight attendant said it is one of the few routes they can utilize the planes domestically that time of day. It made, though, for sort of Jetlag, without changing time zones. I can’t speak for any sort of excursions outside of the city into the Amazon, but the city itself seemed utterly forgettable. There was little remaining evidence, that I saw anyway, of this reputed wealth generated by the rubber trade. Yes, there is the opera house, but you would’ve thought they would’ve left behind quite a few mansions or other opulent buildings as well, but no. The scene with the men, lamentably, was equally forgettable, at least for me. There were only a few on garotocomlocal who interested me enough to initiate contact, and their responses seemed rather slow and halfhearted (the opposite of Belo Horizonte, where I actually had tickets to spend a couple of days, but my contacts to the men of garotoscomlocal, though admirably quick, thorough, and enthusiastic, nevertheless left me only one guy I was half-excited to meet so I just stayed in SP) Really, the first 2 weeks of the 2 1/2 week trip kind of plodded on in a forgettable fashion to the point I started to think that in life you can’t just repeat pleasurable experiences without running into the low-hanging fruit and diminishing marginal returns problems. On my flight back to Manaus now at the end I have trouble remembering even much before the awesome last few days (how’s that for a teaser to stay tuned to the end). I kept up an admirable workout schedule, which is a sure sign of having a lousy time. I met up again with this beautiful (to my taste anyway) 6’5” guy from a small town an hour away from a small city 6 hours’ bus ride from São Paulo. I have talked about him in previous posts. It seems fanciful to remember that we met in 117, a sex venue and had sex within minutes of meeting because now I feel like I am hanging out with, and indeed, sleeping with a straight guy, hoping against all odds for sex, (I guess he was driving an Uber in the small city and a guy he met, a Garoto, convinced him to go to Rio with him and try it.) Both he and a friend of his I met were the sort of inscrutable “Pat” not of gender, but of sexual orientation. We have a sort of Sexless marriage: we kiss some, quite sweetly, We cuddle a lot, and we sleep half the night Embraced with his head on my shoulder, But he has this hardon that seems to pop up randomly at all hours of the day in even completely not sexual situations (he’s not even a teenager—he’s 29) I certainly wish that he would use it on me from time to time last time he did, Months ago now, it was actually rather boring sex, considering how attractive I find him. At the same time, I haven’t given him any cash over this period either. In this case, I bought him a one-way AA award for 7500 miles from his city, so that he could go to Belem, from where he was going to go to Martinique. But I was able to schedule it with 24 hours in São Paulo so that I could see him without going to his distant and I got him to send pic to cover my 2 months of gym arrears for about $60. I’m not sure what lessons to draw from his story, or our story, besides things evolve in ways that would have seemed highly unlikely. Also, I think it is something of a refutation of those who think that guys who sell sex are out to suck you dry (financially speaking) . Some are, to be sure, and what an ugly experience I had the following weekend in SP. But this is basically a directionless guy (possibly with sexual issues, he had a failed marriage with a woman for a couple of years, girls are hitting on him left and right at a bar and I made clear I would not be offended if he went with one and whose relationship with his mother seems as Oedipal as one can imagine) who lives at his mother’s house in nowheresville and has kind of an inkling there’s an exciting world out there and kind of an inkling of how to access it, but is also, despite his Superman appearance, shy and inhibited, and at 29, no spring chicken. (Although his genre has a much longer life, I assume than the twink bottom Speaking of no spring chicken, another guy who I met a Lagoa had his 40th birthday. Unless he is really in it for the long game (which is possible) he’s not really getting anything financial from me. He still has washboard abs, a handsome face and is charismatic over short periods. We are kind of fwb at this point, I think I probably spoke with him in another post. I realize this post is already getting long, so I will just say that this is another genuine guy who is not a scammer. He does have significant personality flaws that come out over longer periods, Which probably leads other friends to dump him, But so do I, And I think therein is the explanation why we remain friends. These two guys though interesting, were small new chapters from interesting previous trips, not properly attributed to this one Met a variety of guys on garotocomlocal, the good, the bad and the ugly. My favorite guy, disappointingly is now in London. He really is worth his weight in GBP. Speaking of currency, I did sense something of an inflation even in the past months, With some bumping up against, and in cases, exceeding 500. (This is with a Brazilian whatsapp account and messages in passable, if maybe awkward Portuguese.None of the ones I met were very memorable, except one on the good end (which I will describe in the condomless thread) and one on the bad. The bad one lied about his height, his endowment, his willingness to kiss and to bareback. Basically everything. His pictures were recent and accurate, but given the lies about his height he was a considerably smaller than the big guy I was excited to meet and pay 600. After a quick embrace he directed me to suck his ho-hum dick (which I guess to slight credit did get hard), fucked me with it and faked cuming after 5 minutes. He even rather than having the courtesy to take the condom with him, left it on the floor as a final post-departure slap on the face, if any doubt remained that he had faked cuming. On top of that he had an Uber scam, where instead of me calling the Uber for him, he called it for himself from his distant home. At first I was taken aback that he had called Uber black (while I typically take the metro or even bus) and only after he left did I realize he probably didn’t even take that Uber black. I had a cold for a couple of days that weekend and he was really the depressing entirety of reality of that weekend in SP.

....and massage shops provide the water, and often other nourishment.

Thanks guys... I am thinking with the weather so hot there is really no choice but to get massages all day when I am there...I'll watch movies on the plane! 😂 My final day in BKK last time I had 3 massages before my evening flight... I melted onto the plane and it was glorious...

Peso is 16.70 to 1 USD//// Peso is stronger and nothing has decreased in price....so not getting nearly as much for the dollar as before, peso was 16.40 the other day and supposedly going to get stronger....

and across the street from Wat Hualampong if one needs spritual lift or just sightseeing site

Haven't had an issue. Aircons and some even have you shower beforehand. I guess it's up to you to determine how heavy you sweat. HOUSE is an amazing theatre, the quality of the films they chose and the quality of their projection is top-notch. Love this mall too.

Struck out again on day number 2 at the Sauna - what I was looking for wasnt on offer. Had a good time chatting with some of the providers and they seemed to be in good spirits and quite welcoming. Will stop by again on my next visit and will recommend to anyone who wants friendly company and a bit of eye candy. Did meet a cute (and obviously horny!) university student at my hotel bar. He was looking for company and delighted to meet someone willing to buy drinks and a good meal. I was happy to oblige. He stayed overnight and we just had a great breakfast after some early morning exercise. 😉

Hello again! I hope my fellow horny travelers are doing well. This is the final installment of “Homecoming” the first day of my 5 day trip to Santo Domingo. I will be talking about my first afternoon and evening experience in Santo Domingo. The sex gets pretty wild at night so I highly recommend reading through or skipping to the end. Forewarning, this post is extremely long and detailed, I also apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. My first day there is what I remember most vividly so I have been going into great detail, hopefully to y’all’s enjoyment. But I’m certain y’all are curious (or maybe frustrated 😂) about the rest of the trip and the guys I hooked up with. Don’t fret, I promise that I will get to writing those trip reports soon and include dick pictures of the boys. And like the other posts I will link part one and two below for y’all’s convenience. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/47678-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-1/ https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/48332-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-2/ Homecoming part 3 (Final) - Secret gay Elites, night out in the Zona and night poundings on the terrace 😈 I step out the door of the Airbnb with the sun beating down on me. As my eyes begin to squint, I put on my sunglasses as the fisherman locks the front door. We stroll the streets together discussing first where to eat and then our plans after. Not reaching a decision I told him I know a place someone recommended on the Conde (the main pedestrian street of the Zona Colonial) called Petrus. As we come up to the resturant we see the outside bustling with activity. A very large buffet with a great variety of local specialities are on display being served to customers to tourists and locals alike. Tempted, yet aware of the activities I would be participating in the evening, I opted to pick a dish from the menu and we take a seat inside. As we sit down, a gorgeous man walks to our table. 6’ feet, dark skin, dark green eyes, large perfectly braided hair, with a colorful printed short sleeve shirt, tight white Jeans, and impeccably clean high tops. He places his hands on the table as he towers over us, his large gold jewelry swinging against his chest with an intoxicating perfume emanating from him. He enthusiastically says hello to the fisherman and gives him a firm hand a hug. After a quick greeting the fisherman introduces me. We’ll just call him Mr Versace. They chat for a few minutes before Me Versace excuses himself says his farewell. As he walks away I see the back of his shirt says Casablanca. I let a bewildered “Casablanca?”, the fisherman asks what I’m talking about. “I’ve always wanted a Casablanca shirt, but they are a like, 700 to over 1000 euros, where did he even get that?!”. The fisherman laughs “I’m not surprised” he says as he puts a piece of steak in his mouth. “He has a lot of very wealthy clientele, some have even taken him to Europe. He is top but will bottom for the right price”. And with that the Chisme (gossip) begins. As the fisherman enjoys his steak and I begin to tuck into my grilled chicken breast and salad. He talks about the extreme wealth (and a bit of the underbelly) of some clientele. The one story I will tell of the multiple I was told is of an extremely wealthy American who lives in a penthouse in Piatini (the wealthiest neighborhood of Santo Domingo). A couple of years back Mr Versace once brought the fisherman there to participate in an orgy. Mr Versace tells him it will be an all day affair and only people that Versace vets for are invited. They are the first to arrive with his penthouse flanked with security. As they go in, phones have to be turned off and left with security. Apparently the client confines himself in his sky palace, paranoid and never leaving his secured perimeter. He told me he’s always on the phone either talking or checking “stock” (which to me sounds like he’s checking cryptocurrency) and were left alone for over an hour. He told me the bar is stocked with every liquor imaginable, so they poured themselves drinks and waited. When finished the client brings them to the bedroom, once inside he opens a safe and pulls a tiered box with every drug imaginable. All for the boys pleasure. After they pick their poison, and begin the ride up the sex begins. However a problem arises, the client wants to top the fisherman. The fisherman (a strict top) declines, and apparently that ended the session. The client gets up, goes to another safe, pulls out 500 dollars, hands it to the fisherman and asks Mr Versace to show him out and to bring him someone else. The fisherman told me he never returned or was invited there again. In awe I tell him it’s almost like a movie, but I’m not surprised. In this era of crypto moguls, financial scammers, etc there is much hidden and sketchy wealth. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on the run from the US government, to which he agrees. He tells me there are a lot of wealthy fugitives that have escaped to the Dominican Republic. One could only imagine the secret lives of these individuals. Leaving the resturant, we had two things on the agenda, setting up the spare phone for the fisherman and to exchange the large amount of money I was carrying in my bum bag. Near the resturant in find a cellphone shop for the fisherman to set up his phone and connect his SIM card. Once I found out the phone was truly unlocked I left him in the shop and walked a few paces to the currency exchange. For anyone wanting to exchange currency in the DR, Frank el Azuano is the best! (if you google that name it will come up) Excuse my French but the Banks in the US rape your wallet when ordering Dominican pesos. And exchange in the DR anywhere else has either shitty rates or high commission. At Frank’s there is no commission and the exchange rate is almost the same as what you see currently on your phone. You do have to look for it as it is not directly facing the Conde but it is easily found. After exchanging my dollars to much needed pesos I walk back to the cellphone shop. As I head toward the entrance the fisherman walks out. “The phone works and you can call me anytime now” he says with a smile to which I reply “Perfect”. With the two things settled we walk down the Conde, passing the colorful shops and sellers back to the Airbnb. Once back in the Airbnb I go to the kitchen to pour myself a drink as the fisherman plugs his new phone to charge and download WhatsApp. As he starts to contact his family to assure them he’s fine, I go to the bedroom to count my money again and put most of it away in the safe. While putting some stuff away the fisherman calls me to help him out with the phone. He asks me to sit next to him and asks if I can help him download some games and applications on the phone. After going through the App Store he tells me he’s going to go back to his place and collect some of his things. I told him “of course, you are going to be with me for the whole trip” while looking down at his phone making sure the apps were downloading smoothly. He then pulls my hand and presses my palm on his hard erection. “You are going to give me some before I go right?” He says with his signature naughty grin. “Mmmmmmm” I moan “give me a second”. I grab my drink run to the bathroom and turn on the water for the shower. With my long douching nozzle attached and by religiously taking my fiber supplement “Pure for men” (to my fellow active bottoms, if you have not used this product before buy it, like now, you will thank me later) deep cleanup was a breeze, in under 10 minutes. I walk out of the bathroom, wrapped with a towel, still damp. I turn to see him at the bedroom door. Just in his tank top jacking off. “Get on the side of the bed” he growled, I throw the towel on the bed, swipe the Vaseline and poppers from the night stand, lube my hole and get on all fours on the side of the bed. As I hear him walk up I open the poppers and take a deep, deep drag. In one fell swoop he drives all of himself in as a let out a yell. “Coño, I love how you take dick” (or something along those lines) and starts to pound my hole. I start yell moaning as he keeps going deeper and harder in my hole. I can feel him hitting my second hole while I’m pushing on on his dick. “Si, si” I hear him moan as I hear my bussy getting wetter and wetter. I take more drags of my poppers and he pushes on my back pressing me down to the bed. He starts to go faster and faster, and I feel his dick hitting all my walls. His moaning starts to get higher pitched and he grabs my shoulders to pull me up and back. And with a load yell he shoots his load, and slam pounds with each shot. And with each slam I yell and moan loudly with ecstasy. He pulls out quickly and I collapse on the bed. Head spinning, hole throbbing, and just in heaven. My face was basically this emojie 🥴. And, like clockwork he ran to the shower to clean himself off. Hearing the water run I get up and go to the bathroom. This is the point where I ask him why the shower EVERY time he cums, he shrugs telling me it’s a Dominican thing while lathering his dick and balls. And I explain to him how I like to have sex and that it didn’t make sense to me. He laughed and told me just forget about it, and with that I made my peace. When I walk into the bedroom he asks if I can give a couple hundred of Dominican pesos ( around 3 usd) so he could get a bike taxi to his place. I tell him sure, and as I go to grab my backpack it falls to the ground with my travel folio tipping out and the spare coin change littering the floor. As he hears the commotion he comes to the bed room and immediately helps me pick up. As he goes to grab some of the coins his eyes widen. “Where is this coin from?” He shows the me the coin in his hand with childlike excitement. “It’s from Georgia, the money they use is called Lari” I tell him and he inspects it further. He says that it’s so cool, he had never seen a coin like that before. Told him it’s from my last trip, and that I love to collect coins. “Me too!” He exclaims “my dream is to have currency and coins from every country in the world, I have been collecting since I was a kid!”. As he sits there inspecting the coin, all I could think about is an alternate reality where we would fall in true love at this moment and live happily ever after. I pick up the rest of the coins, take a seat on the side of the bed and tell him to sit next to me. I pull some Georgian Lari, a Swiss franc, an Azerbaijani gapik, some Turkish and Lebanese lira, and some Danish Krone. “Here, add this to your collection” I told him, “and everytime you see them, think of me”. His eyes widened as I put a part of our shared passion in his hand. He looked at me with his loving eyes, kissed me, and hugged me deeply. “Thank you, really thank you, this means a lot” as he hugged me tighter. He pulls away and looks at his new treasures again before putting them away in his pockets. We get dressed and as he heads to the door he tells me he will call me when he’s on the way back. I ask him how long and he tells me just a few hours, and I respond smiling “I’ll be here waiting for you”. And with that he leaves to collect his things, for time contexts is around almost 4pm. Alone in the Airbnb, I go to the kitchen to pour myself another drink. I check my phone to confirm with my twitter contacts that I would be available tomorrow and with contacts I had on WhatsApp. I also check in with my other big dick Top that was staying with me during the trip. He confirms that he would meet up tomorrow and says he would arrive at 7pm. Once I was finished with that I opened Grindr while in incognito mode. As I predicted the variety of guys was much greater than what came up in search. I change my name to “Culon Cremoso 💦” and edit my profile in Spanish. Going through the plethora of tops, I messaged guys that piqued my interest, and with my profile name and info the responses were swift. After around 2 hours of coordinating I decide to take a walk to my favorite park, Parque Duarte. In my short shorts and the amber rose sky above me I make my way to the park. The park and plaza is already bustling. Locals hanging out after work, groups of friends huddled together and laughing and tourists passing through, a wave of nostalgia and joy comes over me. I head to the micro mart facing the park like I do every time. I ask for a bottle of Presidente beer (I’m not a beer drinker but I love the taste and lightness of this beer so much), take a seat at a bench and watch the world go by. As I take sips of my ice cold beer, basking in the tropical glow with my sunglasses on, I pull my out my phone to check any new messages. Suddenly, through the corner of my eye, i see a man b-lining towards me, crossing the traffic filled street. I keep my head looking forward, trying to act like I didn’t see him coming. He’s around 5’8, Dominican, short yet dirty hair, dark eyes and medium slim build. Attractive but not my type. He comes towards me and says a quick hello, klk. I respond and tell him I’m good thanks, just relaxing. “Si, si” he responds, he tells me he parks cars on street that he just came from. I tell him ok and look down at my phone, then he asks if I’m alone. I told him right now, yes I am alone. He asks if I have a boyfriend to which I chuckle “no I don’t have a boyfriend” while still looking at my phone. “Look” he says, and when I look up he’s grabbing his dick through his pants, the outline is huge as he grips. He says he saw how my ass looks when I was walking and wants to fuck, and then asks if I lived close by. Aroused but not knowing exactly when the fisherman would be back I declined. He puts a disappointed face and asks if I can give him money for food. Airing on the side of caution and not wanting to pull my wallet out or have him following me after giving him cash. I tell him I don’t have any cash on me, But I offer him the rest of my beer which he gladly accepts. As he walks away he tells me he is there every night and if I ever want him to come fuck me I know where to find him. I tell him ok and with that I go back to my Airbnb, not knowing that he would be rompiendo mi culo (breaking my ass) sometime during my stay. I make it back to the apt sometime before it gets dark (around 7pm). Still not having heard from the fisherman I decided to give him a call. He answers and tells me he’s about to be on the way and would be there soon. And with that I hop in the shower, do my skincare early, and pick my clothes for the evening. Again slipping on my navy chubbies, I don my favorite grey silk-cotton long sleeve rolled up to my elbows with my chest exposed. Checking myself in the mirror I give a self nod of approval, spray my favorite Parfum “Paragon” by initio, and with that Im ready to take on the night. As I go to the living room to crack open the the bottle of Hennessy I hear a knock on the door. As I open the door, I see the fisherman, with multiple bags in tow and dressed in his going out clothes. He gives me a hug and I offer him a drink which he gladly accepts. He asks if he can charge his new phone for a little bit before we head out and I tell him take all the time that he needs. I ask if he was hungry to which he shrugs, says he’s not really hungry and tells me he will just eat the leftovers from lunch. I pull out the to go container, place the food on a plate and fire up the oven to warm the food. “Oh I have a surprise for you” he tells me as he digs through his bag. He pulls out a plastic baggy with some shaggy weed “I got us some krispy (Dominican marijuana) I remember how much you liked it last time” he says with a big grin. I giggle and blush at the gesture, “we are gonna have fun tonight eh?” I tell him with a cheeky smile. He seconds with his mischievous grin “Vamos a ver” (we will see). 😈 As we finish our first round of drinks, I go to pour myself a refill and tell him about my encounter at the park. “Oh you must have met 14” he tells me. “14?” I ask. “They call him 14 because of his 14 inch guevo, he was really popular, especially with tourists. But he fell into a really bad drug habit” as he sips the last of his drink. “Oh?”, “yeah, it’s a good thing you didn’t invite him alone here, he might have tried to rob you or caused problems. He has a good dick but if you want to meet him you should have me around so he doesn’t misbehave” he then turns to me and again puts on his devilish grin “I wouldn’t mind seeing him romper Tu Culo”. I chuckle and give him the same response he gave me, “Vamos a ver” With the fisherman’s belly full and my body feeling the buzz from my third Hennessy we finally head to our night on the town. Passing by resturants, cafes and bars we make it to the Conde. Walking down the pedestrian street he sees a van with the trunk open, filled to the brim with cigarettes, condoms, vapes, generic viagra and so much more. “Can we stop here? I want to get a vape.” “Sure” I tell him as he approaches the street salesman and gives him a big handshake. He picks a vape, rolling papers, a lighter and before paying the man he asks how much is the viagra. “500 pesos a sleeve” the man says, he asks if I can spot him and I ask if that stuff is safe. “Yeah I used it before, and we might need it later 😈” I laugh and pass him 500 pesos (8.50 usd) and with our wares we continue along the Conde looking for our next watering hole. As we go bar to bar, drink after drink, the night starts flying by. I see him constantly texting and sending voices messages on his phone but it doesn’t really bother me knowing he was MIA from his contacts for a couple of weeks. As the night progresses we end up at a club off the Conde called “Safe zone bar and Lounge”. “This place is good” he tells me “they have good drinks and the music is great”. “Let’s do it!” I tell him as the bouncer opens the door to let us in. “No te prequpes, ya se va a llenar” (don’t worry it’s going to fill up) says one of the bouncers as we walk into blaring lights and the beat of Dominican reggaeton pulsing on our skin. When inside the two story neon lit club the place was empty, like super empty. We were the only customers in the place. “Sorry we can go somewhere else” says the fisherman to which o reply Fuck it, let’s grab a drink, sit upstairs and just enjoy ourself. We cozy up on a banquette on the second floor, Order our drinks of Rum and coke and Brugal rum on the rocks and move our bodies with the music. The fisherman moves closer to me and has his body touch mine. I turn and ask him if it was ok to do that here and he told me this bar was actually a “BI” bar, so any form of simple same sex intimacy goes. We pound our drinks and get another round, we continue dancing, taking selfies and making videos. And just enjoying eachothers company. While getting my third drink the fisherman passes me his phone and says look. I see pictures of men, sexy rugged men, to which he explains that he has been contacting them so they could meet me tomorrow. “Van a dar te mucho leche” 😈 (they are going to give you a lot of cum) he says. “Dilen que estoy listo” I tell him, looking seductively in his eyes. My anticipation was building. As the club started filling around 1130pm my horniess was building rapidly. The anticipation of the guys tomorrow, the constant body contact I was having with the fisherman, and the slew of drinks was releasing my inner slut. Thinking of an excuse to leave, I ask if we can go back to the apt to charge my phone because I was at 20% battery. “Whatever you want” he says and with that we leave the club and take the short walk back to the Apt. Entering the apartment I go to charge my phone and ask him if he can roll two joints of Krispy for us while we wait for my phone to charge. Without hesitation, he starts to break and roll while I pour myself a half drink and run to the bathroom. I double check to make sure I’m clean and I was still all clear to go. With that confirmation I grab some lube, poppers and shove them into my pocket. Walking back into the living room, he shows me he rolled to joints and were ready to smoke at any time. “You know we haven’t used the jacuzzi or terrace yet” I tell him with a horny grin. His eyes immediately lit as he let out a growl. Grabbing the two joints he opens the door to the terrace and starts getting undressed While I turn the jacuzzi on. Naked he pulls a side table next to the jacuzzi with a ashtray, leaves one joint on the table and slips in. As I’m taking off my clothes, he goes ahead and lights the joint, taking a deep drag. Sliding next to him our naked bodies touch, I look down and see him fully erect under the bubbling water. A let out an “mmmmmm” as my hand grabs a hold of his and I start to rub up and down. He takes another drag and let’s out a deep moan. Seeing that my hands were busy underwater he puts the joint to my lips so I could have a puff. I take 3 Hits, as I feel my buzz getting stronger. I grip his dick tighter and roll my eyes back imagining him fucking me. Seeing this he slides up and sits on the edge of the jacuzzi with his dick next to my face. “Chupa lo, perra” (suck it slut) he growls. I immediately start to suck on the head, using my tongue and making a light suction with my lips. He tilts his head back and moans while Im doing this. With a light grip around shaft I start to work my way down, getting is dick wet and making noises from the suction and saliva dripping down his dick. A start a twisting of my head motion, my tongue fully extended, and have his dick dick get wetter with each slide down my throat. “Perra” he exclaims when I start pushing the head of his dick to the back of my throat and squeeze the head with my soft palette making more noise and suction. He then starts going wild, shaking and moaning, loving how I’m sucking his dick. After what seems like ages, he turns rough. He grabs the top of my head and hairs and pushing my head down extremely hard on his dick. I feel the chlorinated water splashing on my face as tears well up in my eyes from the brutal onslaught. “This is what you wanted right? You want this right” his dick bruising the back of my throat as I cry and gasp for what little air I could get. After what seems likes ages again, I tap out. I pull back, choke, cough and gasp for air while globs of saliva stream down the side of my face. Then, without warning he slaps me, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. “Perra”he growled “get up and go on all fours there”. He points to the L shaped sectional built in to the terrace wall. Know what’s to cum I grab the poppers and a towel which throw to the angle of the sectional and get into position. With my face down and ass up I straddle the v-shape of the sectional and wait for the impact. While doing these I can hear people down on the street and cars passing by, I chuckle to my self and imagine the show we were about to put on. Behind me I can hear the lighter flickering to which I assume was to light the second joint. With in thirty seconds the joint was pushed right to my face “Fuma perra, fuma!” (smoke bitch, smoke!) he barked “abre ese culo” (open up that hole). I frantically take multiple quick and deep drags, before he snatches it from my hand. I turn my head back to see him holding the joint in his mouth while smoking. He grabs to lube, dispenses a huge glob, slathers his dick and roughly tosses the lube to the side. I hear a growling “Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” as I feel him separate my ass cheeks, opening my hole. Anticipating what’s to come to take a deep hit of poppers, and without warning he rams all of dick in my hole with the cold thick lube pooling around my ass hole. I let out a loud yell to which he slaps the back of my head. “Callate, Callate!” With each stroke getting getting rougher and deeper in my hole. I start to gnash my teeth and hold my breath as his brutal onslaught on my hole grows more vigorous. Feeling the ash of joint scater on my back, he gets rougher. He smacks my ass, the sting barely felt due to my hole simultaneously being pounded open. He then puts both hands on my ass, grabs and pulls while he goes even faster and deeper. I start letting out moan and whimpers as i feel him pulling my insides out with each blow. As I keep taking more hits from my poppers the sensation only intensifies. With him digging me out like that my hole could grip any more and started naturally pushing out. I then could feel spurts of warmth deep inside. “Eso me gusta perra, no te pares” (I like that slut, don’t stop) he growls as my hole pushes out even more. My hole begins to make noises and I can’t control my voice anymore. I start moaning loudly once I feel my hole leaking with precum and fluids dripping down my taint to my balls. “Coño, Coño, COÑO!!!!!” He yells and then I feel him shoot the biggest load. He pounds with each twitch and shoots more and more inside me. With his final shot, he buries his dick as deep as he can into my bussy. I take deep breaths trying to recover, but then he smacks my ass again, this time even harder. And starts to pound my flooded ass. I guess he may have seen my confused face because he lets out a laugh mid stroke. “This how you like to take dick right? You told me this is how you like get get fucked. I’m going to impregnate you tonight”. He returns to deep digging my hole, with my bussy getting noisier and wetter with each stroke. I start moaning and whimpering loudly but this time it was ignored as he was getting loader himself. Because I can go on and on about how he fucked me, I’ll condense the rest. He keeps me at that position, tearing my hole up relentlessly. After what’s like an hour doing this, he tells me get on the sectional completely on all fours. He gets on his knees and starts pound me out there. I tell him to let me play with his dick using my hole and he agrees. I get his dick beyond creamy as I use his pole to churn my hole. After a while he takes back control. He starts to pre cum again and hits the right angle in my hole and I begin splashing. Dumbfounded yet even more turned on he pulls back my head and grabs my throat and loads me up with his second nut. From there he moves me to the corner of the sectional. Legs splayed out, feet on the ground and laying flat on the cushion he digs me out in this position for ages. Pounding me from the side, above and every which angle. Feeling that he is going to cum again he flips me on my back with my ass hanging on the side of the sectional and begins to deep stroke. As he got closer he started pounding super deep and grabbed my neck in a light choke. He kept tightening his grip on my throat till he finally busted his third and final nut. I feel the fisherman’s body shake as pulls his dick out of my hole and collapses on top of me. Drenched in sweat and our chests pressed together as we try catching our breath. I let out a loud sigh as the fisherman moans in contentment. All of the sudden we hear loud voices on the street. I laugh and tell him we must have made quite the show. He laughs as well as he peels he body off of mine. As I turn around and look at the sectional I gleam with pride seeeing my cream and our juices splattered every where like a Jackson Pollock painting. Then my pride turns into shock, “Fuck! How the hell are we going to clean this?”. The fisherman then immediately flips all the cushions over only showing the clean side. He laughs and tells me problem solved. Uneasy, but not willing to deal with trying figure out how to wash outdoor cushions in the middle of the night we leave everything outside and head to the shower. Under the warm shower we lather ourselves up and clean eachother. We constantly kiss and tell eachother how amazing it was. Both of us in awe of the amazing chemistry we have together. We get out of the shower, dry up, and hop into bed. As a lay on my side the fisherman presses the front of his body on the back of mine. He gently kisses the nape of my neck and tells me good night. Before closing my eyes I realized I forgot to check my phone. Extending my hand to the night stand I grab my phone and see that it was already almost 4am. That was my signal to put the screen face down and go to bed. I hope y’all enjoyed reading, stay tuned for the upcoming trip reports. I promise that I will post them soon! 🙏