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Monger index replies: This is my life. Breathe life to numbers. It has served me well. I think if one lives close or next to a "Monger Location" then it is always economical to go to that country, and uneconomical to go the other countries. Kind of like Mexico is to the USA. But you are right, no matter what country we are looking at, it is the boys that make it all worthwhile. I find the if I want maximum relaxation and service then Bangkok is my go to country. It's sort of a vacation with lots of sex, versus a sex vacation, which to me is what Brazil and Colombia are. I never go through the motions iwth sex in those countries. It's always balls to the wall, no hold barred passion. And sometimes, paying $1000 overnight for a lovely local American boy is more economical, if you count the vacation time one must spend when going to Thailand. I often neglect the fact that vacation time costs me money too, even if it is a cost that I never see, because I just take it and never think about the fact that since I am a salaried guy. Indeed, auxiliary costs like off fees and drink fees in Thailand, or Cabina fees and entrance fees in saunas in Brazil, are costs that may need to be put into the index. This might make it a more even playing field between the two countries, as off fees and drink fees are more expensive than the auxiliary fees in Brazil. Indeed, I should've made it its own post. Oh well. Making the index relative to local GDP is a good measure for the money boys for sure. Kind of like when Colombian or Brazilian money boys who go to Hong Kong and eclipse the local money boys. They can get more in HK than what they can in their home countries. I have thought about doing an analysis on how long you should spend in any location to break even to what you spend at home, and how many more money boys it takes for both home and Thailand or wherever for this break even analysis. And its awesome that Thailand serves as motivation for you to keep in shape. I know a few people who do this, or thinking about doing this. This alone makes going to Thailand an even more value proposition, and the presence of awesome boys is just icing on the cake. There is a flipside, I know someone who thinks Thailand money boys have more drama than the latino money boys. And Colombia and Brazil do get a bad rap in terms of safety. But my experience has been overwhelming positive, in Latin America or Thailand, but it depends on the person. In the end again, your mileage my vary. We are spoilt for choice and lucky to have a lot of countries to enjoy boys in. Massage is an avenue that I think Thailand is head and shoulders over anyone else in the world. If you are looking for great sensual massages, Thailand cannot be beat. More Monger Index stuff, next...

Day 1.75: The Boy is Back If I can help it, I would always want to off a new boy, instead of a boy I already offed in the past. Variety is the spice of life after all. Tonight, I offed MonBoy, a boy I famously offed last year. But looking at him now, I feel that I did off a new boy. There was something different about him tonight. Yes, there were obvious physical improvements to talk about (more muscular, bigger thighs and butt, less stress around the eyes), but there were also more subtle ones. “You still like me?” he asks me as we make our way through to Surawong on our way to the Crowne Plaza. “Maybe,” I say. “I no drink many na,” he says. “Before I drink many beer. Now no. I no want. I grow up.” He did drink a lot the last time we met. I always thought those overt displays of affection were alcohol-fueled. Here was this supposedly straight gorgeous guy who had sex with guys for money, making passionate monkey sex with me. It could only be fueled by liquid courage of course. It's all the same to me. I had fun, he got his money. But he seemed fairly introspective tonight. He reminisced about our time together. About little details I forgot happened but him remembering them like it was yesterday. He told me about the tough year he had after leaving Bangkok and going back to the farms of Myanmar. How it taught him all sorts of lessons, and now, back in Bangkok, more than ever, very eager to earn more money. We get to my room and he hugs and kisses me, and then takes both my hands and kisses them too. “Thank you tonight,” he says. While I wanted to bask in his graciousness, I did not have much time. I still had the Cambodian I offed in FreshBoys to contend with tonight, and of course there is still ShanBoy, my long time boy for the night. I sit on the bed and encouraged him to do the same. “You want shower?” he asks. “Maybe,”I said, but what I really wanted to do is see his body naked again. I had so many photos of him naked last year. He was not shy about posing for me. Right on cue he started taking off his clothes, and immediately out plops out that legendary cock. It is still there, quite as legendary as before. “You like me again?” he asks, almost too preciously. “Yes I like, I always like.” I maneuver his cock to my hand and stroke it till it was hard. It was still impressive, even if I've seen it before. He starts kissing me to start sex, timidly at first. I give him a lot of tongue. He was taken aback. “I forget you like kiss many,” he exclaims, almost laughing. And as if a switch was flipped, he kisses me back, really deeply. This was more passionate than before. It was kind of surprising. MonBoy was eager to please. I loved every minute of it. He starts taking off my clothes. At this point there was no need to shower. We were in the midst of doing it. He looks at my hard cock and then swallows it whole. Damn, he has learned something new in the past year. He was rocking my world. I take his ass and pivot it towards my face while I lie back down. He sits on my face and I proceed to rim him. Wow, no trace of anything. No scent, not even soap, very clean. It’s as if he knew I was going to off him. Maybe he bathed in Moonlight. I go to town on his ass. I still think he does not top for anyone else, as he was still tight down there. This made me even more crazy. He sucks my cock while I rim him. I come up for air eventually. “You want fuck me?” he asks me, making sure I was satisfied. “Yes I want.” He disappears in the bathroom for a minute and comes back with a towel and a condom and lube packet. He was prepared like ShanBoy. He gives me the condom, and I unwrap it and put the condom on my cock. He lubes himself up and then me. He then sits on me and takes me cock. Slowly, but surely. I can tell he is not used to this. But he didn’t even hesitate doing it for me. He knew what I liked. He does what he thought I wanted. Once he got it all in he starts thrusting. This was some expert level thrusting, with force and purpose. This is the difference with tops that can bottom. They know how to thrust. They know how to use their hips and thighs. I did not have to move a muscle. He was doing all the work. And with the visuals of this gorgeous guy taking me, his body and every muscle straining, with his cock, flaccid but still big, flopping up and down with every thrust, and his face, looking at me, seeing if I was enjoying myself, and trying to give me what I want. That was all it took. I came soon after. MonBoy and I both shower together. He was happy, laughing, had more joy than I have ever seen him with. This was an unexpected surprise. Have I known he was back I would’ve have just had him stay with me long time instead of ShanBoy. First world problems of course. Both are equally engaging and sexy and capable men to be able companions with me, but only one has the emotional and sentimental cache with me, and it was MonBoy. And from his actions, he seems to have the same amount of caring for me. We talk while we put ourselves together. He tells me that some family from Myanmar are in town and they were all going to the zoo tomorrow. He asked me if I could come. I told him I had a lot of things to do tomorrow. He said he would love me to go with him as his friend, not as a customer (whatever that means). He told me what time to be ready in case I wanted to come. I told him I’ll think about it. I text ShanBoy to see what he and the FreshBoys Cambodian was up to. He texted back that he was still at the bar and they were both waiting for me. I told them I was coming. I tell MonBoy to help me tidy up the room. We both head down to Rama IV and just talk about life. It was good to see him. We part ways as I make the left to Surawong to fetch the two boys. It was 12:15 AM on a Saturday night. Everything was still hopping but the crowds have died down somewhat. I get to FreshBoys and I see the two boys standing there. I ask them if they were hungry and both said yes. I wanted to eat something authentic but didn’t want street food. So I chose the very first restaurant we see as we head back out to Surawong: the Happy Beer Garden restaurant. I told the boys to order many dishes so we can all share. ShanBoy chose the dishes and asked me if I liked any of them. I said everything was fine. At this point I was super hungry. I had sex twice today already and all I ate today was some free finger food at the Crowne Plaza at 6 PM, and airline breakfast on Cathay at 8:30 AM. I was actually glad ShanBoy ordered a lot. Between the three of us we devoured all the food. It was delicious. I try to hold off on getting Thai food back home. The wait was worth it. And like most Myanmar boys who spend some time with me, ShanBoy had the habit of feeding me. While eating I tried talking to Cambodia boy. He had a hard time understanding me and ShanBoy had to translate. Cambodia Boy then decided to tell ShanBoy that he wanted to tell me something. ShanBoy told me that when I left, some customers wanted to off Cambodia boy but he did not go with them because he was already committed to me tonight. I apologized to Cambodia Boy and told him that it would not have hurt my feelings if he did go with someone else. He said he didn’t mind waiting for me. I hope that was true. I don't think he is used to customers offing him and then making him wait while the customer offs another boy. I pay the bill, a little bit pricey but worth it, and all three of us were on our way. I asked ShanBoy about the night in FreshBoys and he told me about customers and the boys they offed. He said it was a busier night than usual. I ask both of them if they will make the transition to FreshBoys 2 when the time comes. They both said they didn’t know yet. We get to Crowne Plaza, and the sight of two boys with me never fazes anyone in there. We get to the second set of elevators on the 23rd floor and Cambodia Boy and I get in. The elevator door closes and we noticed ShanBoy did not go in. I get a Line from ShanBoy, telling me to tell him when we were done having sex. I guess I was getting Cambodia Boy solo action tonight. So let’s see how a third boy today fares with me, next… (I told you I was greedy this trip)

It's good to be back guys! My first replies: Thanks Scooby for the support. I'll think about putting reports of other countries. I have been to a lot this year and would love to share a bit of it. It is maddening how sexy they are. I can't get over it right now. I have all of them in a drawer in my house, along with all the amenity kits I get from flying so much. I will need to throw these away at some point. Right now I am amassing a collection. Hahahaha. I mean I can get you together with ShanBoy if you want. You can keep the vintage elephant. I got so many of those. OMG you used the word filigree. Such an awesome word. Thanks for the compliment. And it is X-Size that is now G-boy, not X-boys. And with Excelsior Tailors, I like them, but I still prefer my tailor in Pattaya. But since I don't find myself in Pattaya lately I go to Excelsior. They are pretty consistent. Monger Index replies on the next reply post...

Day 1.5: Under Moonlight When in Thailand, I usually don’t off twinks. Not because I am not attracted to them, but because I usually get some twink action when I’m back home. There are many reasons why I pay for sex overseas, and an important one is my search for variety: I’d rather get hunky or muscley Asian men in Thailand because I don’t usually hookup with them much at home. But of course, there are always exceptions, and ShanBoy is one perfect example. But this is why at the beginning of my Thailand adventures I would normally park my ass in Tawan, for the muscle men, DreamBoy, for the gorgeous Thais, and (old) Jupiter, for the hunks. This is the same reason why I was excited about the boy bar Moonlight, which is really a reimagined, more streamlined version of (old) Jupiter. New Jupiter seems to be cut from the same cloth, but more sanitized and gentrified to attract a more general type of audience. That is where the money is, obviously, and it is working for both bars. Much to the chagrin of course to most of us who long for the more sleazy Bangkok boy bars of the past. These are bars I would be comfortable bringing my boyfriend (or my sister really) to for a solid night of entertainment and staring at gorgeous guys, without the veil of sleaziness one associates Thai bars with. So I hoof it from FreshBoys to Moonlight, carefully minding the tuktuks speeding past me in Surawong. I get to the familiar old Jupiter street close to Surawongse hotel. The façade itself was pretty inviting: There were also two model types hanging around the front of the bar. Two hunk types that I would usually off in a heartbeat. But of course I shouldn’t just off them now and not go in the bar to see what it was about. I pay the entrance, a very reasonable 300 baht with one drink, and get escorted into the premises. Once inside, I was kind of surprised I was able to be seated in the second row, which was elevated and has a better viewing angle than the first row, which was just at the edge of stage and therefore you had to look up to view the show. I mean, if you wanted to be closer to the bulges and the boys, that was where to go, but I wanted to be comfortable, and have a wider viewing angle. I was also surprised that the back half of the bar was full. The customers are too shy to sit up front. Why was that. As I sit down I get a “Ni hao!” from the waitstaff. I guess I’m Chinese today. A captain asked me what my drink order was. I give it to him and 5 minutes later he comes back with my drink. I peruse the male offerings on display at the stage. Some average to good looking boys on tonight. Where were the hunks? The captain sits by me. “Where are you from?” he asks me. “USA. California” I answer. The captain suddenly gets excited. “I thought you are from China. Are you Asian?” I tell him of course, I am Asian, and I tell him my heritage. It’s a question I always have to answer here. The captain then tells me that he has been to the USA before. We talk about USA for a bit. He was very friendly. I then tell the captain to buy himself a drink. If he was going to sit with me for this long he might as well be comfortable (or I guess in this case, compensated). As we talk, the boys suddenly leave the stage and a host gets on the stage. And then one by one, the hunks were introduced. Wow, these guys are really really gorgeous. I ask the captain if they were offable. He said some of them yes, but the others have to be convinced. But said that if I wanted anyone off the hunks shelf I am sure something can be arranged. From my experience in Thailand, hunks of these quality usually don’t bottom, don’t kiss passionately, and only built for worship and objectification, not for intense sexual sessions. So I preempt myself from asking stupid questions and just tell the captain “They don’t bottom I am sure.” The captain nods, “Only top.” “They don’t kiss as well?” “Some do. Depends on the customer. Maybe you yes.” I laugh. That would probably mean more $$$. Still, I do find myself worshipping about half of these boys. Curiosity sometimes takes a backseat to sexual gratification for me, especially overseas, and more often than not I am surprised by the result. The captain asks me what my normal type was. I tell him the truth: a bottom would be nice. He then thinks about his selection of boys. He asks me for my Line and I give it to him. After a minute I get a couple of photos from him (censored as per GayThailand’s policy): “Wow!” I exclaim. Forget about the hunks. This boy was HOT. “He is Cambodian,” the captain tell me. I ask him if I could off him. The captain goes and finds the boy. Suddenly, behind me, I hear someone creep up to me. “Numazu!” a boyish voice calls out. I was about to turn around but strong arms suddenly engulf me from behind. Who was this guy? The boy sits beside me. It was MonBoy. Remember him? He kisses me full on the lips. As like before he was not shy about giving me affection. I was not sure how this PDA would go over in the bar, but I didn’t care at this point. The feelings come back. I was very happy to see him. He was still handsome, maybe looks happier tonight. He was in the usual Moonlight tank top and briefs uniform. He seems a little bit more muscular than before. His thighs were massive. He was more tan. His arms were toned. And his smile of course. That stupid engaging smile. It was a big smile, very genuine. He was giddy that he saw me again. I was giddy too. I can’t believe he is working again in Moonlight. He hugs me tightly. He kisses my hand, my forearm, my neck. “Good to see you again,” he says. “You ok?” I ask. “Yes, now I OK.” I knew he has been through hard times in the past year (from his facebook). But now he looks radiant and carefree. We talk for a bit about how long I was here for and my plans. He kisses me again. This was getting out of hand. I appreciated the attention but he was getting a lot of stares from other customers. The captain comes back. He tells me the gorgeous boy was offed for the night and left early. He said the boy was fairly popular. But he said I can back tomorrow and the captain will reserve the boy for me. I tell him to do just that. I think I have my boy for tonight. The captain, seeing the obvious unbridled affection Monboy was showing me, asks me if we knew each other. I tell him a short version of what happened before. I even show the captain a photo of the hickeys I’ve received from MonBoy last year when I offed him in new Jupiter. I told the captain the boy knew how to be with me. And it was obvious that he wanted to be with me again. Maybe it was out of necessity, or maybe he really wanted to connect with me. I was actually nostalgic and wanted him tonight. I asked MonBoy if he can be offed tonight. He tells me yes but he has a couple of numbers in the show tonight. And asked me if I could wait. I wanted to see the show anyway so it was just fine. I won’t elaborate on what the show entails because everyone can watch it in Moonlight’s live feed in the Facebook page. But of course, that live feed pales in comparison to seeing it live. The model boys were super gorgeous and god-like sexy, and their parts in the show were well-choreographed and maximized their sexiness and appeal to the audience. The other numbers were great as well. Very well done and the choreography was excellent. It was a far cry from the indifferent dancing that plagued the old Jupiter before. Moonlight was on the top of its game, from the excellent numbers to the gorgeous models to the great boys, down to the social media presence and promotional materials available. If this was the future of Bangkok boy show bars, I was fine with it. Others of course disagree. While the show was happening the captain continues to engage me with some tidbits about the bar and the boys. He was really friendly and helpful, and not at all annoying. I am the weird Bangkok sex tourist who actually doesn’t mind getting pestered by mamasans and captains. I find that I get a bit more out of the evening with their help. And sure enough I do get more from this captain. I’ll elaborate on this later. MonBoy does his two show numbers and sits back down with me. I tell him to put on street clothes. The show has made me really horny for my short-time with MonBoy. I pay for the off fee and the extra drink by the captain. MonBoy returns and kisses me on the lips and sits down and takes my hand. It was 11:10 PM. I still had that one boy that I offed in FreshBoy that I was gonna meet at midnight. I better get moving. I tell MonBoy we should go. I say goodbye to the captain and tell him I’ll be back tomorrow for the Cambodian. MonBoy takes my hand and we leave the bar holding hands. Reacquainting myself with MonBoy, next…

BONUS TOPIC: The Monger Index I'm interrupting my posting this weekend because I am on travel. When am I not on travel? I used to write these trip reports in between trips and at layovers. Now this are a little bit difficult. I will continue next week. But to tide you over, I am cross-posting something I wrote in BoyToy during the end of my Brazil Trip Report. It is a metric I came up with called the Monger Index, or a way to compare the cost of hiring in different countries versus the boys you get back home. It’s a metric me and a buddy of mine came up with while super drunk at the Crowne Plaza Bangkok at 3 AM in the morning years ago. He asked me why I get all these prostitutes overseas. With the airfare and hotel rooms, that cost adds up. Wouldn’t it be just cheaper to hire prostitutes back home? I told him he was crazy because (a) the prostitutes are expensive back home and (b) sex is more fun when on vacation anyway. But I disputed his thesis that it is cheaper to hire prostitutes back home. So I came up with an index that measures how much cheaper it is to get hot guys overseas than in the USA, accounting got airfare and lodging costs. This is the Monger index. I apologize for the math. I am Asian after all. Some assumptions: (1) Time Range: The index would not work in measuring one-offs. Of course ONE prostitute would be cheaper in the USA than ONE prostitute in Bangkok. A $250 an hour prostitute you hire for one hour to take home to your USA house is cheaper than a $50 gogo boy you get in a nice gogo bar if you add the $600 roundtrip airfare one needs to get to the sauna, plus the hotel cost. It will only work if you hire by bulk, and have a longer time range. My assumption for this index example is one week, or 7 days. For example, if you get one guy every day in a week in the USA, that adds up to 7*$250 = $1750. Now we are talking bigger dollars. Have sex in bulk when overseas helps you recoup your cost. (2) Airfare: The index should include the airfare. For my purposes here, I use airfare coming from California, because that's where I live. So for example, a typical off-season RT air ticket to Sao Paulo, Brazil is $1000. For Bangkok, it’s $550. This is a fixed cost in the index. (3) Hotel: Of course you have to assume you are getting a hotel in the city you are mongering in. I assume my hotels will be typical AirBNB’s, with basic amenities in a decent and nearby neighborhood. Translation: not a dump but not fancy, and Uberable or walkable to the sauna and tourist-friendly services. For Sao Paulo I assume of the cost, the AirBNB me and the BF got in Bela Vista last December. It was a decent $50 a night. For 7 nights that adds up to $350. For Bangkok, a typical decent Silom Soi 3 AirBNB costs $45 a night. (4) Overnights: I put in the calculation the cost it takes for hiring a guy overnight. For California, a typical overnight with a hot but not “superstar porn star” hot is $1000. For Sao Paulo, Jonas’ example was 200 reals, but I count his initial 200 reals in the sauna as part of the overnight, so 200+200 = 400 reals, or $104. For Bangkok, its a bit tricky, but I assumed a high-end 3000 baht overnight, or $91. I pay that because of all the sexual acrobatics I require all my boys. It is only fair. So here are the gross calcs. For 7 days, if I hired a boy for one hour and another boy for overnight every day: California Prostitute: Price for one hour times 7 + Price for an overnight times 7 = $250*7 + $1000*7 = $8750 Bangkok GoGo Boy: Airfare + 7 nights in AirBNB + Price for a garoto in the sauna times 7 + Price for a garoto overnight times 7 = $550 + $315 + $52*7 + $91*7 = $1866 Sao Paulo Garoto (Jonas): Airfare + 7 nights in AirBNB + Price for a garoto in the sauna times 7 + Price for a garoto overnight times 7 = $1000 + $350 + $52*7 + $104*7 = $2442 The index is calculated as the ratio of the 7-day cost of USA boys, divided by the total cost in that country. 7-day Monger Index for Sao Paulo = $8750/$2442 = 3.58 7-day Monger Index for Bangkok = $8750/$1866 = 4.70 Issues: (1) I do not count the Uber cost to get to the sauna or gogo bar, or the entrance fee for the sauna, or the cabina price, or the off fee, or the drink costs in a bar. (2) I do not account for food costs. Of course you have to eat whether in the USA or Brazil or Thailand. This may be a future improvement to be added. (3) The airfare is just from California, maybe it’s more or less where you are. Maybe my assumption of $550 for Bangkok is too much or too little. This is just what I see anecdotally. So, with that, here are my Monger Indices for some 6 cities I’ve been to, ranked by the best to worst: 1. Pattaya, Thailand: 5.54 2. Bangkok, Thailand: 4.70 3. Mexico City, Mexico: 4.53 4. Bogota, Colombia: 3.77 5. Sao Paulo, Brazil: 3.58 6. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: 3.44 These are solely based on my experience. Your Monger Index may be different. Some observations: (1) Thailand remains the most bang for your buck, because of the presence of cheap decent places to stay in and low cost to fly there from California. (2) Mexico is helped by the fact that it’s so close to California, therefore the airfare is cheap. (3) Brazil on the other hand, is dinged by how expensive the airfares are from California. (4) If I factor in food, Thailand may even get a higher index, and Brazil may get a lower index. (5) Grindr prices were only used in Bogota and Mexico, because I do not have experiences getting anyone there outside of Grindr. So your mileage may vary. (6) Quality of boys is impossible to measure. And it is subjective, so it can’t be put in the index. The index is solely a quantitative metric. For example, twinks may be better in Thailand. Adonises may be better in Brazil. Again, quality is subjective, and can’t be measured meaningfully. Of course, in the end, your mileage may vary, and these indices are only meaningful to me. If you don’t like having sex with Asians, your Monger Index for Thailand is -1000000, for example. Thoughts and improvements to this index is highly appreciated.

Day 9.5-10: Até mais, tchau tchau I get back to the hotel with a feeling of accomplishment. I guess I could just average one sauna visit per trip and it would be fine. I’m good with that. I’ll be back in the country in 3 months anyway so I have time to try this again. And barely before I get situated in the room I get a WhatsApp message. It was Jonas, asking what I was doing and if he could go to my hotel. I thought about it for 5 minutes. Should I troll for dick online or spend more time with hunky Lagoa boy? I asked him what was going to be his rate. He said the same as was in the sauna. So 200 reals. I asked him if he was going to stay overnight. He said yes and he said he can stay till after lunch. I asked if I could have unlimited sex with him. He said no problem. I was sold. I told him I was available, and gave him the address for the hotel: He said he was going to be there at 9:30 PM. Great. One hour to relax before I get bombarded by the famous Brazilian charm again. I calculated that with all the hours I spent in Brazil this trip, I only spent 10.2% of it all alone. And that included about 7 hours of sleep the first night. But then again, why spend any time alone when you can be in the presence of hotness 24/7. At 9:10 PM Jonas tells me he is on his way. At 9:40 PM he tells me he is at the lobby sitting. At 9:43 PM we were back in my room making out. That what the best part about him. The kissing. And there were so many good parts about him for sure. There was no way in hell I’d go for a 4th round right now having just cum my third load today two hours ago. instead, we eat. We go look for a nice restaurant near the hotel. We find the Braugarten Restaurante just 100 meters from the hotel. We order some steaks and beer. Over dinner, he asks me about how I came to learn Portuguese. I told him about my progress, and my goal to be fluent by December 2019. I told him the only reason I can speak Portuguese now is because (a) I was not relying on Google Translate and being forced to talk and (b) I am talking to native speakers. The minute I set foot in California, I knew the Portuguese immersion will be over and I will forget everything I learned. I told him that I learn more about Portuguese from him and Gabriel, two people who didn’t know a lot of English, and not from people like Marcos who were fluent in English and there was less pressure to speak in straight Portguese. We talk about him and his origins. He was a student, just trying to earn money for school through the sauna. He had just about a month working in Lagoa, having worked in the Rio saunas mostly. He said he was from Recife, and would go every once in a while to visit his family. I told him about my “visit every state in Brazil” project, and Pernambuco is a state I have not been to yet. He offered to go with me and to show me around. I asked him if there were garoto saunas in Recife. He said there were a few. I asked if he could go with me and help me fucking the boys. He said that would be fun. I was beginning to like him. So we make plans about me going on a side trip in my December trip to Recife. I pay the bill and it was 145 reals ($41). We go back to the room and cuddle. After a while it was inevitable of course. In the presence of such perfection one cannot help oneself. I fuck him again, he cums again. He tries fucking me but he was simply too big. I cum for the fourth time today. We sleep soundly. We have breakfast in the morning (Mcdonalds, don’t hate me). We make out a few more moments but don’t have sex. I give him his 200. I get him an Uber back to his apartment (20 reals). I pack. I take an Uber to GRU. Another successful trip. Jonas keeps in touch as promised. Not as much as Gabriel but it was still nice. He asks me when will I be in BRazil next. I tell him I plan on doing a Belo Horizonte and Rio trip in September. He tells me he wants to go to Rio to see me. I ask how much. He said he does not need payment, just a trip: Two days later I understand why he was offering a freebie. He wants to send me $1000 to buy some clothes in the USA in the Outlets here. This was an interesting turn of events. I say yes of course. Let’s see if he really does send me the money in August before my trip. That’s all folks. Bonus Topic: The Monger Index Since Jonas was able to do both short sauna sex and a longer overnight stay with sex with me, I thought I’d put this into my “Monger Index.” It’s a metric me and a buddy of mine came up with while super drunk at the Crowne Plaza Bangkok at 3 AM in the morning years ago. He asked me why I get all these prostitutes overseas. With the airfare and hotel rooms, that cost adds up. Wouldn’t it be just cheaper to hire prostitutes back home? I told him he was crazy because (a) the prostitutes are expensive back home and (b) sex is more fun when on vacation anyway. But I disputed his thesis that it is cheaper to hire prostitutes back home. So I came up with an index that measures how much cheaper it is to get hot guys overseas than in the USA, accounting got airfare and lodging costs. Some assumptions: (1) Time Range: The index would not work in measuring one-offs. Of course ONE prostitute would be cheaper in the USA than ONE prostitute in Brazil. A $250 an hour prostitute you hire for one hour to take home to your USA house is cheaper than a $35 sauna boy you get in your cabina at the sauna if you add the $1000 roundtrip airfare one needs to get to the sauna, plus the hotel cost. It will only work if you hire by bulk, and have a longer time range. My assumption for this index example is one week, or 7 days. For example, if you get one guy every day in a week in the USA, that adds up to 7*$250 = $1750. Now we are talking bigger dollars. Have sex in bulk when overseas helps you recoup your cost. (2) Airfare: The index should include the airfare. For my purposes here, I use airfare coming from California, because that's where I live. So for example, a typical off-season RT air ticket to Sao Paulo is $1000. For Bangkok, it’s $550. This is a fixed cost in the index. (3) Hotel: Of course you have to assume you are getting a hotel in the city you are mongering in. I assume my hotels will be typical AirBNB’s, with basic amenities in a decent and nearby neighborhood. Translation: not a dump but not fancy, and Uberable to the sauna and tourist-friendly services. For Sao Paulo I assume of the cost, the AirBNB me and the BF got in Bela Vista last December. It was a decent $50 a night. For 7 nights that adds up to $350. (4) Overnights: I put in the calculation the cost it takes for hiring a guy overnight. For California, a typical overnight with a hot but not “superstar porn star” hot is $1000. For Sao Paulo, Jonas’ example was 200 reals, but I count his initial 200 reals in the sauna as part of the overnight, so 200+200 = 400 reals, or $104. So here are the gross calcs. For 7 days, if I hired a boy for one hour and another boy for overnight every day: California Prostitute: Price for one hour times 7 + Price for an overnight times 7 = $250*7 + $1000*7 = $8750 Sao Paulo Garoto (Jonas): Airfare + 7 nights in AirBNB + Price for a garoto in the sauna times 7 + Price for a garoto overnight times 7 = $1000 + $350 + $52*7 + $104*7 = $2442 The index is calculated as the ratio of the 7-day cost of USA boys, divided by the Sao Paulo boys. 7-day Monger Index for Sao Paulo = $8750/$2442 = 3.58 Issues: (1) I do not count the Uber cost to get to the sauna, or the entrance fee for the sauna, or the cabina price (2) I do not account for food costs. Of course you have to eat whether in the USA or Brazil. This may be a future improvement to be added. (3) The airfare is just from California, maybe it’s more or less where you are. Maybe my assumption of $1000 is too much or too little. This is just what I see anecdotally. So, with that, here are my Monger Indices for some 6 cities I’ve been to, ranked by the best to worst: 1. Pattaya, Thailand: 5.54 2. Bangkok, Thailand: 4.70 3. Mexico City, Mexico: 4.53 4. Bogota, Colombia: 3.77 5. Sao Paulo, Brazil: 3.58 6. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil: 3.44 These are solely based on my experience. Your Monger Index may be different. Some observations: (1) Thailand remains the most bang for your buck, because of the presence of cheap decent places to stay in and low cost to fly there from California. (2) Mexico is helped by the fact that it’s so close to California, therefore the airfare is cheap. (3) Brazil on the other hand, is dinged by how expensive the airfares are from California. (4) If I factor in food, Thailand may even get a higher index, and Brazil may get a lower index. (5) Grindr prices were only used in Bogota and Mexico, because I do not have experiences getting anyone there outside of Grindr. So your mileage may vary. (6) Quality of boys is impossible to measure. And it is subjective, so it can’t be put in the index. The index is solely a quantitative metric. For example, twinks may be better in Thailand. Adonises may be better in Brazil. Again, quality is subjective, and can’t be measured meaningfully. Of course, in the end, your mileage may vary, and these indices are only meaningful to me. If you don’t like having sex with Asians, your Monger Index for Thailand is -1000000, for example. -The End-

Day 1: Fresh ShanBoy While on the traffic-laden, 50-minute taxi ride from Suvarnabhumi to Silom, I had a chance to let my hardon go down and quietly plan the next 5 days. Even with the sight of a hot boy sitting next to me willing to do anything that I want him to do, I still had to be efficient. Lots of things to accomplish for sure, and I had to shoehorn seeing as many boys as I could in between non-sex endeavors. The first thing I needed to do is to go to see my usual tailor in Bangkok, who happens to also be in Silom. I have a more preferred tailor in the country, but he is based in Pattaya, and unfortunately I have not been back to “sodom by the sea” since July 2016. I have to remedy this at some point and high tail is Pattaya one of these trips, but not this week. Curiously ShanBoy automatically pays for the two road tolls we encounter on the ride. Again, does things without being asked. Like a true butler. I forgot that tolls were a thing in Bangkok. I tell him I will pay him later. He smiles and says “OK.” We get to Crowne Plaza and upon the sight of the big bags we had, the bellboys immediately swarm the taxi and help ShanBoy with the bags. “Welcome back Mr. Numazu,” the familiar bellboy whispers at me. I am impressed that they still know my name. The bellboy takes the bags away as ShanBoy and I make our way to the elevators. “Good afternoon Mr. Numazu, and nice to see you again!” says the familiar concierge person. He has been here all these years and has helped me with numerous things, and has seen me with numerous boys. It’s like coming back home. Up at the 23rd floor I ask ShanBoy to sit tight at one of the couches while I check in. “We have been expecting you Mr. Numazu,” says my usual reception person. I remember her checking me in the past 3 years. This place is really consistent and has not had a lot of turn over of personnel, which is a positive sign. She gives me the usual upgrades and lounge access. Before I leave for my room I expected to be given their usual souvenir giveaway to guests, a small plush elephant. I have so many of these already. “What color you like? What you not have?” I choose a purple one. I’m pretty sure I have 2 of the purple already but I felt like purple today. Once we got to the always lovely and spacious Crowne Plaza deluxe room, a wave of fatigue suddenly hit me. Jet lag is setting in. No matter how much sleep I get on the flight before, I eventually succumb to it on the first day. ShanBoy, sensing my weariness, asked me if I wanted us both to sleep. “Sure, but sex first,” I answer jokingly. “OK, but we wait for bags ok,” he answers in all seriousness. 5 minutes later my usual bellboy shows up with my two heavy bags. “Give 50 baht ok?” I tell him to tip the bellboy. Without hesitation he gets his wallet and pays the guy 50. We get a wai and he leaves. ShanBoy proceeds to strip all his clothes except for his underwear. He then takes my hand and leads me to the bathroom. He helps me out of my clothes. He turns on the shower and adjusts the water temperature to my liking. He knows the usual Farang setting for the shower. We shower together and he takes the lead in scrubbing me down from head to toe, complete with a nice back rub. He tells me I am finished and I should dry up. I leave the shower. He completes soaping himself up, including some concentration on his ass. I finish drying up. I go to the bedroom and get under the covers. After a few minutes he emerges with a towel around his waist. He draws the curtains in to block all sunlight. He turns off most of the lights. He takes his little bag and puts it near the bed. He strips off his towel and then gets in the bed beside me and starts kissing me. He remembered I love kissing. He gives my nipples a bath and proceeds to take my already hard cock in his mouth. I begin to sit up and ShanBoy stops me. “No, you tired.” I laugh and then lay back down. He goes to town on my cock for a while and then reached for his bag. He gets a condom and sheathes my cock with it. He takes a lube packet and applies the contents to me and him. Without hesitation he sits on me, and thrusts up and down while he strokes, till I cum. With a few strokes more he cums on my chest as well. He kisses my cheek and says to me “Wait!” He gets a little towel from the bathroom and cleans me up. He asks what time I want to wake up. I randomly say “5 PM,” and he sets his cellphone alarm to that time. He then lies beside me and cuddles. “Good night!” he says, and sleeps. That, my friends, is the Bangkok Boy Jet Lag Special. And ShanBoy is an expert in giving these out. I will concede that only in Thailand will you ever get this perfect combination of high level of hospitality and care, with precision sexuality and fun. This is why I keep coming back. Fast forward to 5 PM. I feel ShanBoy stir beside me. “You want wake up?” he asks. “Yes,” I say reluctantly. He opens the curtains to let some light in, to peek through to the city view, and to wake me up with sunlight. I sit up. We slept for 4 hours. I felt I could go for more. But I can’t. I have some shit to do. We put on clothes and head to Surawong Rd. My tailor was a 10 minute walk from the hotel. Excelsior Tailors was inside the Siam Heritage Hotel, just past Oasis restaurant, vinapu’s favorite. I go inside the shop. ShanBoy dutifully waits outside. I have had a ton of clothes made by these guys and have come to trust them. They takes my measurements. They ask me how long I am in town for. I get 2 suits, a jacket, and 5 shirts made. No down payment, just come back tomorrow at 5 PM for a first fitting. I was in and out in 10 minutes. On the way back to the hotel, ShanBoy gives me an update on the bar scene. He tells me he now works at Fresh Boys, and the old location is still active. But there was also a new location (Fresh Boy 2) at Patpong near Screwboys, and points it out to me when we pass by. He shows me where the new X-size was, which was now called G-boy. He does not work there anymore but still has friends there: I ask ShanBoy if he was hungry and he says “Yes and no.” “Me too,” I tell him. We get back to the Crowne Plaza and just decide on eating free at the lounge. They had a lot of little food plates that satisfied us. While eating, ShanBoy asks me what I want to do tonight. “I want to off two boy, you ok?” I tell him, again half-jokingly. He laughs and pretends to be shocked. “Why two boy?” I tell him I was only here a short time so I have to off many boys in one day. My max was three. ShanBoy was the first. I need two more. I was really just joking but saying it out loud made sense. “What bar?” he asks. “No sure,” I answer. He sends me something in a Line message: “Maybe you want come Fresh Boy, have party tonight. 9 PM,” he says. I look at the flyer. Maybe this was some promotional material they ask the boys to distribute to their client base. “OK,” I told him. “I go FreshBoy and after I go Moonlight.” I really wanted to go to Moonlight Club. It had tremendous buzz, and the live shows they stream on Facebook were just pretty remarkable. I was in Costa Rica a few weeks ago and showed this live stream to my tico friends there. After seeing one sexy show they all wanted to go to Bangkok. It was very effective advertising. It got me curious at least. After eating we wait at the hotel room before it was time to go to FreshBoy. I show ShanBoy photos of him that I took in December 2016. He stared at them and laughed. “You think better now or before?” he asks. “Better now yes,” I answer. Indeed, he was better now. He was a little bit more muscular, the abs a little more defined, his style little bit more put together, and his hair was trendier. He asks me to forward him some if the old photos. Pretty soon we were walking to FreshBoy. The air was heavy and humid, but the familiar electric feeling one gets when one is on his way to a Bangkok boy bar comes back to me. It was the ultimate cure for jet lag, the promise of seeing hot boys prance around naked in their underwear. We get to Soi Twilight and the customers were just about to assemble, and the familiar players were there as well. I swatted away the aggressive touts from the various bars on the way to FreshBoy. ShanBoy ushers me inside and we get seated at first corner away from the door. I get my usual drink, ShanBoy gets the same. A mamasan who looked familiar comes my way. “I know you,” she says. “You go to X-size.” Yes, I said, one time, and I got ShanBoy. “Nice to see you again.” I decide to buy her a drink because, well, I can, and because she helped me get ShanBoy before. She hung around because of that. “Help me get boy,” I tell her and ShanBoy. They both laugh. “Many boy na,” she says. I look at the stage and see about 15 boys there all in very tight white underwear, with varying degrees of cuteness. I would say that I saw myself offing only 3 out of 15 there. There were a lot of boys also scattered about the premises. So mamasan and ShanBoy proceed to give me the 411 on the boys. ShanBoy explains to mamasan what I wanted (bottom, young, with abs, good kissers, etc). I ask what countries were represented here. They tell me mostly Cambodian, Thai and some Lao, and they had a Viet waiter. I tell them I wanted some Lao. They pointed them to me but I did not like them. ShanBoy points me to some Cambodians he thought I’d like. There was one boy I liked. I ask him if the boy I liked did “everything.” ShanBoy nods. He kiss also, he says. After a few minutes I tell mamasan to call the boy over. I get him a drink. I assess the boy. Cambodia Boy was cute, maybe 21 to 23. He was taller than I was, and had an impressive torso. Very defined abs, nice toned arms and formed biceps. Those skimpy little white briefs sure fit him really well. We make our introductions. His English was not as good as ShanBoy. ShanBoy-butler had to translate for me sometimes. I feel Cambodia boy's body. Very impressive. Cambodia Boy takes my hand and puts it on his crotch. Wow, pretty hung boy for sure. He kisses my cheek. I was sold. I tell ShanBoy to tell Cambodia Boy the spiel. He told Cambodia Boy that I wanted to off him but after 12 midnight. I wanted to go to Moonlight after this and get a boy for short time. Cambodia boy will be a dessert for after the Moonlight main course. Cambodia Boy agreed to the arrangement. He gives me another kiss in the cheek, and then leaves to put some clothes on. It was 10 PM, and the show that was supposedly starting at 9 PM has not started yet. Maybe because the bar was still half empty. It didn’t matter. I tell ShanBoy I will be leaving. I will be going to Moonlight alone. I will be back for him in 2 hours. He tells me that the “show here same same everyday. If you see show one time, you ok.” I guess I will not be missing anything. I pay up, four drinks and two off fees. It wasn’t cheap but who cares. I give mamasan a 100 baht tip. “I come back,” I tell her. I squeeze ShanBoy’s bicep and then I leave. Up next, the very impressive Moonlight, and the boy I get.

Day 9.5: I Go(a) to Lagoa Is the common knowledge here in the boards that Lagoa is the best garoto sauna in Brazil? From my casual combing through the posts here, it sure seems that way. That is why I sent off Gabriel back to Rio. That’s why I kicked out Thiago. Got to make sure I am free and ready for the best of what Brazil has to offer. But just one thing before i dive into things: even with all the circus sex I like having, I am still not comfortable having sex in saunas, or bathhouses, or dungeons, or any other permutations of such. It is not just my thing. I’ve been many times to what many say is the best bathhouse in the world – Babylon in Bangkok – to just eat food and meet friends, and not to score. Maybe what Gabriel sees as the “negative energy” in the saunas is what I see too. I envy the people who can stay for hours and hours in the sauna, just watching hot guy after hot guy pass by. But going to Brazil meant I had to make an exception. And I am glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed myself at Rio’s equally legendary Club 117, after initial jitters. That’s where I met Gabriel. I preferred having sex with Gabriel in the condo after our first initial 117 roll in the hay, than in the seedy confines of the cabina, with a bed that has seen better days, and the TV that plays straight porn. Like everyone here I had my fears of bringing an unknown entity into my condo filled with my valuables, but Gabriel turned out to be an amazing find. So after coffee with Thiago I head up back to room and tidy it up a bit, in case I come back from the sauna with a garoto. I give me myself a thorough silkwood shower, douche the hell out of my butt, just in case, and other things. As I towel myself dry I notice some bruising on my chest and shoulders where Thiago has held on to me in the throes of passion. He does like leaving battle scars. I put on some shorts and a light t-shirt, and put on my Havaianas, since I did not like using the slippers available in the sauna. I call an Uber and meet the car downstairs. It was a $4 fare: I get to the address and see a non-descript façade: I guess it was similar to Club 117. It was hard to tell from the outside what it was, and all the depravity that was taking place in its rooms (lol). As opposed to Sauna Mezzaninu, which had its name in the front. I get my locker key and I was in. I passed through the locker rooms and saw some customers, but didn’t bother changing into just a towel. I get to a room with some tables and a bar, and see a bunch of garotos intermingled with customers. The scene was very relaxed, and the garotos from the selection that I saw were all winners. One after another, stunners. This was good so far. What is not good? The stunners were with customers. Except for one. He was standing against the far wall, just surveying the land. He saw me staring at him. I couldn’t help staring of course. And that was the point. I stared and stared. He checked many many boxes for me: tall (possibly over 6”2), handsome (nice manicured facial hair, light-ish eyes, Italian nose), muscular (really really muscular, I guess helped by steroids from the way the muscles were), hung (from what I can see, a giant bulge formed in front, towel covering). He smiled at me. Bingo. Amazing smile. He stretched out a giant arm toward me, motioning me to get closer. As I got closer, he got bigger and taller. Mountain man. “Where you from?” he asked, automatically. I answered, in Portuguese, and I asked the same question back. He was relieved that I can speak Portuguese. Very little, I say, but passable. He said he thought I was from China. I tell him people in China think I am from China, so he was not alone. He leaned in closer, enough so I can get a whiff of him. He smelled really manly. He takes my hand and gets me to caress his torso. The musculature is very impressive. I certainly enjoyed running my hand there. He bounced his pecs when I squeeze a nipple. I laugh. He seemed to be the embodiment of why men from all over the world flock to saunas to see. But I told him no, I have not even ventured 20 feet from the entrance. I have to go around the sauna first, to see what is out there. I had a personal rule. I always give myself 15 minutes before I can decide on picking someone. Don’t fall in love with the first guy you see, no matter how perfect. So I walked away. Lagoa seems like a maze. Lots of nooks and crannies here and there. The customers were all shapes, sizes and ages, the garotos ranged from super lean to super buff, black and white, young and some mature, and everything else in between. It was really like Disneyland in here, and the rides were up at the cabinas. I sat down and checked my phone for a while. Gabriel was safe and sound back in Sao Goncalo. His time with me seems like a long time ago, compared to where I was now. I do a victory lap around the area. Some really amazing looking guys. I was close to approaching one or two. If I was in Club 117, those guys would have come up to me by now and said hi. Instead they waved at a distance. I nodded at their direction and soldiered on. And then I see that initial guy again, this time sitting on a bench. He reached out to me again and asks how I was. I told him I was fine. I was just enjoying the view. And I was enjoying his view as well. I saw more of him. He had a very powerful back. His ass was insanely round and large through his towel. This guy is a physical specimen. He asked me what I was looking for. I told him what my preferences were. He said he was a top but can bottom for 200. I smiled and said maybe, and told him I’ll go see what is happening in other parts of the sauna. I wasn’t in a hurry. I squeezed his bicep and walked away. After another 15 minutes of walking around and admiring, I thought I’d get a water. While I was waiting to order at the bar I identified about 5 guys who I’d consider doing a programa with. I might be ready to pull the trigger. And then I feel a large presence sneak up behind me. I turn around, it was him again. I laugh and ask if he wanted a drink. He said no and asked if I got anyone yet. I said no. He then tells me that he is a good kisser and gives me a sample. Man, that was a good kiss. That’s how you get me, with a kiss. I lay my hands on his biceps. Big and powerful. That sealed the deal. I tell him sure but for only 150. He agrees. Persistence pays off with me every time. We go to reception and he gets a room key. I follow him to a room. In the room he immediately hugs me and gives me a warm “obrigado!” That was nice. I ask what his name was. He gives me his nome de sauna, some ridiculous Anglo name that didn’t sound Brazilian. I laughed and remarked that that was not his real name. He said no, it wasn’t, but it’s a name that’s easy for foreigners to say. That made sense. He asks me if I needed to shower. I said no. He said he didn’t need to either. So we get on the bed and kiss for a while. It was more than a while. He was an amazing kisser. That quality of kissing is reserved for lovers, but here I am getting ite from a garoto. I snap out of it, finally realizing that there were other delectable parts of him other than his mouth, so I put a hand on his crotch. I unwrap his towel to make sure. He was a monster. Really thick, respectable length, giant balls. He could destroy people with that thing. I told him as such. He said sometimes he has problems with clients who can’t take him. I told him he won’t be giving it to me. I’ll be giving it to him. And so I did. Condoms, lots of lube. He took it pretty well. It took me a while to cum, because i gave my best to Gabriel and Thiago earlier today, but he is the persistent garoto, and he did his job, and I came in the condom. He asked if I wanted “gozar” I said yes. 50 reals? Sure, I say. So he jacks of with me still in him, until he comes on my tummy and chest. He came a lot. And from pulling the condom from my cock, so did I. We shower together. We talk about things. He asked me about my trip so far. I told him it was my last night. I asked him where he lived, where he comes from, how long he has been working at the sauna. When we were done I ask him for his WhatsApp. While he keyed his number in my phone I asked him if he was open to visiting clients back in their hotels. He said “Sim,” and asked me if I wanted him to do that now. It was only 8:00 PM. Wanting to have my options open I tell him “agora nao,” but to text me when he is done with sauna later tonight to check to see how I feel. He hands me back my phone. I needed a name for the WhatsApp contact. I ask him for his real name. I told him I am not going to key in that stupid name in WhatsApp. He laughed. He tells me his real name is Jonas. “Lindo,” I tell him. He looked liked a Jonas for sure. He agrees for me to take some photos of him, and he takes my phone and he takes some selfies with me as well. I give him 200 reals, as promised. He earned it. He rocked my world. He gives me one last kiss, one that ensures him of leaving a lasting impression on me. It worked. No one will be able to top that kiss tonight. I am calling it a day. I pay for my cover and cabina and call an Uber. Back to Itaim Bibi. But the night is not over, next.

Good job vinapu. I have not finished reading your whole report yet, but from what i've read so far, you did good!

Day 9: It’s Hat trick day Goodbye Gabriel Today is my last full day in Brazil this trip. Gabriel and I part ways too: I fly back to Sao Paulo and he flies back home to Rio. While I feel sad about saying goodbye to Gabriel, I have two things to look forward to today – (1) a chance to visit Lagoa, the legendary sauna in Sao Paulo and (2) hookup with the Grindr guy I met in Day 4.5. And of course I still have Gabriel this morning, so it looks like it is a three guy day for me. I usually have a three guy day when I have a guy staying over the night, and then having another guy in the afternoon, before having a last guy at night. I was kind of regretting the missed opportunity at Sauna Mezzaninu last night. By all other accounts it’s a great sauna with hot boys, judged by both what I saw last night and what has been written about it on here. It is my fault for bringing a Rio garoto who was hotter than the sun, and who, even with all the other available boys in the sauna, for me, proved to have outshone everyone else in the sauna that night. So next time I am in Porto Alegre, I will be alone, and hungry to do this all over again. That is why tonight, I will be going to Lagoa, to satisfy my sauna hunger. But first thing’s first, Gabriel and I wake up to the alarm at 6 AM. I turn towards Gabriel. He stirs but still has his eyes closed. I lick his nipple and put my hand on his cock. His cock is big even soft. I massage it a little bit. Slowly but surely it turns into the monster size he’s known for. I feel his hand behind my head to guide it to his face. We kiss deeply, morning breath and all. “Good morning, how are you” he says, in English, smiling. “I feel great,” I tell him, in English as well. “You want?” Gabriel asks me, grabbing his now fully erect cock. “Sim, por favor,” I answer. I knew what he wanted too. After some more kissing and sucking, I take a condom and sheathe his cock with it. I liberally apply some lube on him and in me, and I slowly sit on it and ease it in. I’ve gotten used to the size by now. And from how fast he came, he still liked how I felt. He pulled out and started kissing me. He took my cock and finished me off. We shower together, playfully soaping each other like we usually do, and talk about future plans. I will see him again in September, in Rio. He wants me to stay with him in Sao Goncalo. He wants to show me Ilha Grande. I tell him I was going to Belo Horizonte as my companion city before Rio, but will see him in Rio after, for possibly 2 nights, maybe 3. I was careful not to make too many promises I cannot keep. He is probably used to customers promising all kinds of shit made while under his spell, and renege on it when they go back to their normal lives. Gabriel was a fantasy companion for any person, and one that was seductive and astonishing, but one that needs to be kept safely at a distance, in the domain of fantasy. Once we finish packing we clean up a little bit in the AirBNB. I thought it was a pretty solid AirBNB stay, even if we barely had time to enjoy it. I send a message to the owner saying we are about to leave. He texts back saying to just leave the keys to the guard at the gate. Gabriel starts to put on his sweater. I tell him “Nao!” and I hand him my black sweater. I tell him to keep it, since I knew he liked it and used it the whole time we were together. “Seguro?” he asks me. “Sim, melhor em voce,” I told him it looked better on him. “Seu frio no aviao!” he tells me, concerned I was going to freeze in the plane. He takes his Adidas sweater, the expensive one given to him by a client, and hands it to me. “Para mim?” I ask him, was it for me? He nods, smiling from ear to ear. I wear the sweater. He says I look good in it. I want to apologize to the client who gave Gabriel the sweater. It is now with me in California. We Uber it to Porto Alegre airport. We have “breakfast” in the VIP lounge in Porto Alegre. We were the only ones there. I encourage Gabriel to steal as many snacks that he could and put it in his bag: When my flight starts boarding I hug Gabriel tightly and we say goodbye. We will see each other again. Hello Thiago I get to my next Sao Paulo hotel in the mid-afternoon. I’m not staying at the Intercontinental this time, but I stayed true to the IHG brand and stay at Staybridge Suites, for only $55 for a night. I didn’t need anything fancy. I am leaving tomorrow to go back to the USA at lunchtime, I only needed a place to stay in Central Sao Paulo to sleep and possibly host a boy or two. The hotel was between Itaim Bibi and Parque Ibirapuera, so it was pretty central. It took me an hour to get there from the airport. My priority was to be able to go to the sauna tonight. It is Lagoa after all. But it was only 2 PM, so I had enough time to get a boy to have sex with. And I didn’t have to troll on Grindr. I already have a boy. I have been talking to Grindr Guy, who I hooked up with on Day 4.5, during the intermission during Marcos’ futile dash to the airport. Let’s call him Thiago. To recap, Thiago was a 22-year-old Paulista Renaissance man student majoring in Music and Biology, and Volleyball, Capoeira and Swimming. He was a fantastic fuck and sat on me like a champ. The bruise on my left nipple from his over eager exertions is almost gone, so its time to get one again from him. I’ve been talking to him all week while I’ve been with Gabriel, keeping him abreast of my activities, to keep the flame burning: I talk to him about meeting on Saturday at 3 PM: And we talk about what we will do to each other on Saturday: And today, I follow up on him on my whereabouts in Sao Paulo: When it was 2 PM, Thiago tells me he is getting ready to go to my hotel: He asks me to pay for the Uber. That was new, but 12 reals to pay for this handsome boy to get to the hotel faster is really a small price to pay for this quality. He calls me in Whatsapp to tell me he is close, and to meet me outside the hotel to pay for the Uber. I go outside and wait for the Uber. After 5 minutes his car arrives. He steps out of the car and waves at me. “Do you have 6 reals?” he asks. I give him 6 reals from the 12 reals I had in my hand. He pays the driver and the Uber speeds away. He hugs me. I ask “I thought it was 12 reals for the Uber?” He answers “I found 6 reals in my wallet. I thought I did not have the change for the ride.” He takes my hand. “Vamos?” he asks. I laugh. “Lets go!” We go hand in hand to the elevators. No one bats an eye. I guess Staybridge Suites is cool with visitors. We get to the room. Thiago kisses me hard. He then asks me “Do you want to talk first or talk later?” I take off his shirt and unbutton his shorts and massage his already hard cock. “What do you think?” He returns the favor and takes off my clothes. We kiss very very deeply. We go to town on each other, but we take our time this time. This kid was very strong. His thighs were fairly muscular, making his ass like steel traps. I lay down on the bed. He takes off his underwear. He sits on my face. I part his cheeks and fulfill a promise. I ate him out. He chows on my cock in response. When he’s done he immediately sits on my cock, with just spit and nothing else. It was hot. I fuck him for a while. He lifts me up and kneels down to suck on my cock some more. He then bends over to expose his wonderful ass to me. I fuck him that way. Not wanting to cum yet, I put his cock in my mouth. After just a few licks he suddenly cums in mouth. “Sorry,” he smiles sheepishly. I kiss him, cum still in my mouth. This was hot. We go through a few more rounds of wrestling in the sheets till I cum in his ass. He cums for a second time on his tummy. I lick it all up and kiss him again till the cum was gone. “Get the cum out of me,” he asks. I got what he was asking. I lay down and he sits on my face again. The cum oozes out of him into my mouth. I sit up and he kisses me. The cum was gone, again. That was filthy fun. No cleanup. Very efficient. We laugh. “You’re very good,” I tell him. “I know, and you told me this already,” he flashes that 1000 watt smile. We talk some more in bed, cuddling, kissing. It was nice just being like this. We talk about what my initial impressions about Brazil, about his life, about mine. I ask him if I can see him again next trip. He said he will be waiting. We shower, and decide to have coffee. I tell him to choose, he chooses Starbucks (to my chagrin). Bought two cappuccinos and resumed our talk. Then it was close to 5 PM. I tell him I need to wrap up, but thanked him for coming. We promise each other to keep in touch on Whatsapp. I call him an Uber. That was fun, but fun more to come. Next, Lagoa.

Day 0.5: Starting off my trip right I am very fortunate to have a job that allows me to travel a lot. Sometimes I travel for work as well, and I try to schedule side trips whenever I can around work. This Bangkok trip is like the latter. I am heading off to work in a country near Thailand that does not have near the quality of the sex tourism infrastructure that Thailand has, although there is an abundance of free boys there. I am not worried about not having sex in the country I am going to work at. But I did want to carve some time away from work to take advantage of the superior nightlife Bangkok had to offer. As I mentioned in the previous post, I was in Bangkok last February. It was during Chinese New Year, and it was a weird trip. Somehow the gogo boys were not clicking for me. For example I went to the legendary Tawan with a Grindr hookup and he mentioned (and I agreed) how depressing the atmosphere was and it was all “old man gogo.” Maybe it was because it was a holiday weekend so not a lot of gogos were in the city that weekend. Three things were good though: (1) paulsf was in town so I got to hang out with him, and also met Michael and Divinemadman for the first time (nice to meet you guys!), (2) the lack of quality gogos was compensated by the presence of Chinese tourists who were visiting over the holiday, so this was the only Bangkok trip in a while where I slept with more Grindr hookups than gogo boys and (3) got to off a nice handsome young muscle boy in Tawan who while in the bar said he doesn’t bottom, but back in my condo happily took all of me. This trip I am prepared to just go all gogo boys, and no Grindr hookups (maybe). The money I saved from last trip, I will get to add to the budget this time, so I have even more freedom to get boys without thinking about breaking the bank. Also this trip, I didn’t want to waste time scouting for an AirBNB apartment, so I just booked myself four nights at the Crowne Plaza Lumpini Park. A little bit pricey but it’s been a good year. Normally I’d stay the first night there and then go on to a cheaper and homelier AirBNB in Silom Soi 3. The Bangkok Crowne Plaza’s ability to check me in earlier than usual, even as early as 8 AM one time, is always its shining quality for me. Nothing like getting in early in the day and sleeping off the jetlag, to wake up late afternoon all fresh and ready to go hit the bars. With this trip I haven’t really thought about travel companions or anything like that. I have not been as prepared for this as previous trips. But someone else has been more prepared for it than I am. Throughout my Bangkok trips I have collected a few Line chat buddies from boys I’ve met. They usually are hot and heavy right after the trip, as they chat me up furiously on Line, constantly asking me when my next trip would be. The messages die down after a while, maybe because I haven’t sent them any money or I haven’t replied soon enough to their liking, or in this case, I have not been back to Thailand in a while. But there is one boy that has been a constant contact. Remember him? He was a gogo boy in X-size. I have not seen him since December 2016. That’s a long time for a boy to still keep in contact with me. He is not much of a talker on Line, but he occasionally sends me hi, hello, how are you messages on Line probably once a month, like here, March and April. There trickle messaging keeps him alive in my head: So at the end of last month he messages me, but I added that I was gonna be there in June: I guess persistence really pays off. I don’t know what possessed me to ask him if he could meet me at the airport, but I did anyway: I guess I was so used to having BurBoy (remember him?) usually meet me at the airport, so it was fairly reflexive for me to ask ShanBoy if he could do this for me as well. He has been to the airport with me before, to say goodbye (remember that?) so his yes at least was not a surprise. He asks me where I was staying: Of course I ask him for updates photos of him. He sends some photos of him shirtless, and I remembered why I was attracted to him in the first place. Nice golden brown skin, amazing abs definition, muscular arms and legs. He is what I would call a “Super Twink,” or a twink who lifts weights. He is like a twink, slight in build, but with much better muscle definition. He is also taller than I am, so really, he is the definition of Super Twink. Fast forward to the day of my flight. It was primarily a work trip, and I had two giant suitcases with me filled with work items. Since BKK was not my work destination, I would be lugging around these two suitcases from the airport and back. So I guess having someone meet me at the airport to help me carry these around would be prudent. ShanBoy confirms that he is going to meet me at the airport, like a good worker that he is. I reply on my layover in HK: GayThailand is littered with stories about Gogo Boys being late all the time. ShanBoy, however, continues to be an anomaly. He was actually early to get to the airport, and gave me status updates of where he is: This kid is a real professional. He even gives me an idea of where he is: After the usual line in immigration and wait in baggage claim, it was 11:23 AM when I get to the arrivals hall. I ask him where he was: We meet at Door 6. He sees me first, as I see him already smiling when I find him in the crowd. He gives me a curt hug, and then immediately takes my luggage trolley and navigates it through the crowd. It kind of felt like having a butler fetch you at the airport: He asks if we were going to take the Airport Link train or the Taxi. I say Taxi, since the suitcases were kind of unwieldy to wrestle in a train car and elevators. He deftly guides us to the taxi level, and helps the driver load up my giant bags in the taxi. I just stood there, like the tourist that I am, as my workers helped me. Through the years of visiting BKK, I am fairly adept with telling Thai drivers where my destination is, but for some reason I was sort of relieved that ShanBoy did all the talking for me. He even remembered where my hotel was, just from our conversation weeks earlier, and didn’t have to ask me where I was staying to tell the taxi driver. Maybe he really is my butler. So with that, I kick-off my Bangkok adventure with my gogo boy-butler. Next, reacquainting myself with ShanBoy.

This is my 16th trip to LOS and a short one after being away for almost 4 months. I actually had my 15th trip a few months ago and thought about writing a trip report but here we are on my 16th. My previous trip report: http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-%E2%80%93-the-devil-and-the-angel/ My current trip report, on the site BoyToy, about Brazil: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/30539-a-newbies-2nd-time-in-brazil-sao-paulo-and-porto-alegre/ Also, it is no secret that I have been distracted with Latin America as of late. Since I live in California, the time difference and length of flights are a major plus for Latin America, and a big fat minus for Bangkok. Why would I want to sit in a silver tube for almost 20 hours only to have 2 days pass me by, when I can take a red eye to Colombia and be there in time for afternoon cerveza? Or in case of Mexico, leave after work and be there in time for media noche drinks? Coupled with how much cheaper and looser the boys are in that part of the world made me realize that I should probably spend more time there. Still, Bangkok is still always in the back of my mind. I have had so much fun there, and the city has given me so much in the last few years, so when the opportunity to work in Asia presented itself again, I just had to plan a Bangkok side trip around it. I only have 4 nights of Bangkok time this trip, and I planned a lot of non-sex tourist stuff as well, since I have not been to Bangkok as often as I want to this year. These other things I wanted to do can be done in the day time, and luckily the bars and sex often happen at night, so I at least have that Background: I’m 37, Asian American, and have a 10 -year relationship with a great guy (white, 35). Why do I go to Thailand? Well, I’m a horny bastard, and believe or not between my bf (sex life still there but has declined), occasional Grindr and Scruff hookups, and the random trick, I need more. I am intoxicated by the sex industry in Thailand, and fascinated by their lives and try to make friends with the money boys and locals (copied and pasted from previous trip reports). My Goals for this trip: 1. Check the new landscape of the bar scene in Bangkok Times, they are a’changing. News about the eventual demise of Soi Twilight have been discussed here in the boards ad nauseum. I scheduled the previous last February because rumors back then were they would close Soi Twilight after Songkran. And yet here we are, balls-deep in June, and Soi Twilight is still alive and well. It is still on the chopping block of course, but I am glad that I get to see the place this trip before it completely goes away. I was curious as to how all these bars in this famous street would reinvent itself and how they will slowly phase out from the Soi. A lot of people are mourning the fact that one-stop-boy-shopping in Bangkok will be a thing of the past, and instead the bars will be scattered to the wind across the landscape of Silom and beyond. While I was less attached to this concentrated bar concept than others, I recognize that Soi Twilight was, and still is, an institution, and will remain so until the last lady boy has twirled his last twirl on that legendary street. 2. Get pampered the fuck out in Bangkok Contrary to what you probably read from my past trip reports, I do a lot of other things in Bangkok other than boys and the pursuit of getting them. I know, blasphemy, right? I plan on shopping for clothes, going to bespoke tailors to get some customized suits, the dermatologist to refresh my face, eat some of my mainstay favorites like tom yum, soft shell crab and pad thai, get an HIV test and maybe get some cheap PrEP from Pulse Bangkok, among a litany of other things. I don’t have a lot of time to do all this, but I will definitely try. This is one of the many advantages of going to Thailand, the services, shopping, and food are top-notch. I will keep coming back here long after Soi Twilight is gone. 3. Give the Bangkok Boys another try Let’s face it, the number one reason I haven’t been going back to Bangkok is because I have found that Latin boys are better in sex than anyone else in the world, including the legendary boys of Bangkok. I’ve had numerous inquiries from fellow sex-tourist friends asking me which country has the best sex? My answer is always it depends, but it usually shifts between Brazil and Colombia. Mexico is a close third, and bunch of other Latin American countries behind it. Bangkok? Surely in the mix, but I find that the bodies, the cocks, the asses, are usually bigger and better; the kisses, the body contact, are usually deeper and more soul-penetrating; and the charisma, the charm, and the zest for life is bigger, grander, and more vibrant in that part of the world. BUT, Bangkok has its charms, and its sex-tourist infrastructure is second to none in the world, and the boys are still the best thing about it, so I am going to always give it a chance, whenever I am in the area. Since it is a short trip, I am willing to take more risks to find what I want. Latin America has changed me, so lets see how Bangkok fares this time around with my newfound confidence. So here we are. Let’s do this. Continue or no?

This is great guys. I am going to Rio in a few months and will check out some of the suggestions here. A couple of questions: 1. Has anyone been to ilha Grande? Any tips or experiences any one wanna share? It looks beautiful and Gabriel wants to take me. 2. Gabriel insists on me staying in his apartment in Sao Goncalo partially for my visit next time (to save money he says). I intend on having an AirBNB in Ipanema the whole time to store my valuables and other things, but thought staying with him in his usual habitat is a good experience. Good or bad idea?

Thanks! If I can inspire anyone to travel because of just knowing about my experiences then I know that writing about them is worth it. Better start traveling, coz the world is huge (and the cocks, and the asses)! Thanks for reading me accurately. Though I would never tell anyone to piss off hehehe. And Tarte's post really wasn't unsavoury at all! Be that as it may, I'm a big boy (trapped in a short asian's body). I can handle it. Muito obrigado meu amor! Do I have a sycophant squad? LOL I need this in my life. He is very very skilled with his fingers... And yes, he has saved me plenty of money this trip. I had a budget in mind of two garotos a day, on top of the 250 reals I intend to pay Gabriel. I obviously did not do this, at least as of the current Day. I still have a few posts left before I wrap up. Oh, and I am also good at math and play two types of instruments... Oh wait, I am all those things. Damn it. Hehe Rob you know me. I told you I started out as a bottom twink in my teens and early 20s and graduated to what I am now. Somehow Brazil is pulling me back to my youth. Which is good I guess. more replies later...

Yeah I've had at least two coworkers learn this the hard way. They both had supposed pre-nups, but neither worked out, because in one case it was contested saying she did not have viable counsel present when the prenup was written up, the other because my coworker just earned too much money for there not to be spousal support. This actually reminds of the show 90 Day Fiance on TLC. I don't watch the show but see clips of it floating around the interwebs once in a while. Soooo cringeworthy:

Day 8.5: The Mezzaninu Puzzlement Maybe we got there too late. Maybe there were too many customers tonight. Maybe its because I brought someone more good looking than anyone else in the place. Whatever it was, it just didn’t work out. So for the record, I really really wanted this to materialize. Gabriel has been wanting to fuck someone at the sauna with me, and tonight was our last night together this trip, so it had to happen tonight. After our unexpected but rewarding detour into Rio Grande do Sul’s countryside, we finally made it to Porto Alegre. We decided to skip driving around PA and just drove straight to Localiza to return the car. After navigating through PA’s awful traffic, we return the car with no issue. We get an Uber to get back to the AirBNB. We procrastinate a bit before deciding to go to the mall to get something to eat and do some shopping. We choose Igautemi Shopping this time, and it was a much better mall than Moinhos Shopping. There was a branch of Caracol Chocolates here, though no hot boy manning the store: After lunch we decide to do some quick shopping. I always like doing a small shopping spree with the chosen boy du jour, just because (a) it makes me happy to buy them something, not extravagant stuff, especially if they withstood all my demanding sexual and non-sexual needs, (b) I get a little bit of shopping done myself and (c) because I can. I thought we could do some clothes shopping after Gabriel’s need to borrow my gym shorts and underwear this trip, so we head over to Zara. When I first met up with Gabriel this trip, I noticed that he was head to toe decked out in original Adidas and Nike gear, as well as in possession of what appears to be genuine Louis Vuitton wallet and belt and some nice looking ear studs. He told me the clothes were from one generous client, and the wallet, belt and studs were from another generous client who brought him to LV a month before. Easily upwards of $3000 total for all of that. I told him I won’t be able to match those extravagant gifts for sure. He said it didn’t matter. I eventually bought him a pair of pants (175 reals, $47). He said he needed a new pair for a party he was going to tomorrow. I offered to buy him a matching shirt, but he said he didn’t need anything else. Okie dokie. We window shopped some more at other stores before we realized that it was already 6 PM. It was sauna time! We did not want to miss our window to get the choice boys. We had to go to the sauna tonight. Even if there were Porto Alegre free boys on Grindr available. Even if some of them make the corniest opening pickup lines: We hightail it down to the exit to catch an Uber. At home we showered and made ourselves presentable. Gabriel took my black exercise jacket and wore it. I laughed and asked “What would I wear? It’s cold outside!” He took his trendy adidas sweater and put it on me. It fit quite nicely. I am wearing a jacket that a client bought for him. That’s kind of cool. We get an Uber and off we go. We arrive at the sauna and notice there were a lot more cars parked up front this Friday than previous night on a Tuesday. This was a very good sign. Or not if there were more clients than boys: The receptionist teddy bear greets us and gives us our keys for our lockers. We venture in and notice some more activity this time. We head on over through the hallway to the bar/sitting area/stage/see through shower area to see what was going on. There was a sprinkling of customers here and there, and some younger guys who might be garotos. Again, it was hard to tell who was who. They weren’t stunners for sure. That’s probably why it was hard for me to determine which guy was a garoto or not. I talked to Gabriel about this. He pointed to a couple of guys who were younger than the rest of the folks out here and were in more or less decent shape. “They might be the garotos. I am not sure either.” We laugh at each other’s confusion. Gabriel goes over to the bar to fetch us a couple of waters. Gabriel tells me about his confusion right now. He says that when he works at Club 117 in Rio, he makes it a point to make eye contact with clients, especially those he thinks would be a good fit for his services. Most of the garotos in 117 are like that, he says. I ask him if they were all like this because most of them were Cariocas at 117. He says maybe, but some boys come from all over Brazil. I tell him maybe the Cariocas show them how to be assertive and therefore it made for a more interactive atmosphere at Club 117. He agrees and says that the boys here could need some assertiveness right now. “Maybe you can show them how it’s done,” I tell Gabriel. He laughs. “I could earn so much money right now,” he then says. He takes off his shirt to reveal his golden brown muscular torso. The customers look his way. Yup. He could make a killing here. He sits back down and just laughs. “We can probably try to see if there are more boys on the roof terrace.” I agreed with him. He puts his shirt back on and we go up the stairs to the terrace. There were more people at the terrace this time, as it was a clear night with no rain. I would say the tables were 2/3s occupied, which meant it was a pretty good turn out. We sit at the far end and just people watch while sipping waters: Gabriel points to some boys who were clearly garotos and asked me if any of them would be good for our threeway. I take a look at them and was on the fence. They were just not standing out for me. I tell Gabriel my criteria for the night: the boy should be at least as good looking as my Grindr hookup this morning. Since I’m paying, there is no sense getting someone less attractive than someone I can get for free. It made sense to Gabriel, so we kept on looking. We then see this gorgeous guy emerge from the bar. He was about 5’8 – 5’9, probably mid-20s. Lighter hair and lighter eyes. Gorgeous tattoos. In a towel and you can see some ab definition there. Again, not like Gabriel’s precision laser cut abs, but you know, better than my own loaf of bread. He sat down with a customer. “Pity,” I tell Gabriel. The one possible guy here in this whole establishment is with a customer. Gabriel tries to assess the situation. “Maybe we can wait to see if the client is wrapping up his programa,” he says optimistically. After 5 minutes the boy and his client leave their table. I guess it was the start of their programa instead of the end of it. Oh well, we got nothing but time. We check out the other boys, and I was close to pulling the trigger a bunch of times, but didn’t. I was holding out hope for the gorgeous guy. If any of the other guys would show initiative by going up to us to say hi, I might have hired them. But no one did. Some of them just sat there, staring into space. Gabriel takes my phone and looks at our photos from Gramado and Canela. He picked the ones he liked and sends it to his own Whatsapp. I had a ton of other photos in there. Lots from Chaturbate models from Colombia, most of them naked, some of them videos. When Gabriel sees a photo or video he likes, he asks me who it was and where was it taken. He goes through a lot of the photos. After about 30 minutes of just hanging out we get bored. The gorgeous boy and client are taking their sweet time. We decide to head back down the stage area to see if there were any new things happening. We get there and it was deserted. Gabriel was confused and livid at the same time. “What is wrong with this sauna?” He says. The bartender, who heard Gabriel’s statement, asked him if everything was alright. Gabriel says yes, but then asks where the boys were? The bartender introduces himself to Gabriel and me. Gabriel then tells the bartender that he was from Rio and knows how a Rio sauna looks like and operates, and is nothing like the sauna here. He didn’t say specifically that he was a garoto I think. I am not sure what the bartender thought but it was irrelevant. Gabriel tells the bartender that the boys in CLub 117 are more assertive, as the go up to the client and shake their hand, and usually has a spiel ready to make small talk, just to make a sale happen. He says that the boys here are passive and not as warm. I chime in the conversation and tell the bartender than my first time going to 117, I was overwhelmed by how forward the garotos were, but I appreciated the aggressive welcome, even if it was jarring at first (foi surpresa). Its easier to assess who to hire if you are up close and personal instead of just looking in a distance. The bartender surprisingly approves of our observations. He says sometimes he wishes the boys were more engaging with the customers. It would mean more business for the sauna. He also said that it was slow season this month. It was rainy, it was cooler. It was typically slower. And tomorrow is the sauna’s main day, he says. Saturdays are always super busy here. Lots of garotos, lots of customers. He advises us to come back tomorrow in the late afternoon so we have our pick of the boys. Gabriel laments that this was our last night in PA, and tomorrow we fly to Rio and Sao Paulo, respectively. The bartender says that the two cities we mentioned have better saunas anyway, so we are probably better off heading there instead of here. That doesn’t help us now. We ask the bartender about the gorgeous guy garoto. He immediately figures out who it was we were talking about and tried to look for him high and low in the building. He came back and says he couldn’t find him, as he might still be with a customer. That programa is really taking a long time. He must be good. We stick around for a while and keep the bartender company. After that we head up back upstairs to check to see if the boy was there. He wasn’t. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. We start heading to reception to pay our bill. Two waters and two entrance fees. I fire up Uber and wait 7 minutes for our ride. Just like last time, while we wait, Gabriel goes behind me and wraps his arms around me. Again, he looks over my shoulder and talks to the receptionist. “Have you seen this boy we were trying to look for all night?” The receptionist said that he has left just 10 minutes ago. Gabriel and I just laugh. “It is just the two of us tonight,” Gabriel tells me. That was just fine by me. Maybe it was because Gabriel was with me. Maybe because I was too picky. Maybe it's because all the good garotos were taken tonight. Whatever it was, I will go back here, next time I find myself in PA. This was definitely a missed opportunity, and one that I will try to make right in a future trip. Our Uber comes. We get to the apartment. We strip off our clothes and make out naked. We spend three hours talking and laughing and sucking and rimming and fucking and cumming. That was just fine by me. Sauna: 2 Laziness: 1 Hot boy tour of the city: 4 Act of god: 1

Day 8: Three Gramado Musings 1. The Education of Gabriel Gabriel was a talker. He was naturally bombastic and demonstrative because of his tremendous luck of being born a Carioca. There was just something about Cariocas that instantly draw you to them. The joy and zest for life for them seemed effortless and natural, and makes you wonder what was in the water in Rio that made them the way they were. And because Gabriel was also a garoto, he was even more boisterous and confident, and fairly generous with his body and his personal space, and it was his mission to get you to be comfortable enough to be equally generous with your body and space with him. There were downsides to this happy-go-lucky existence of course. A Carioca friend of mine who lives in San Francisco always tells me how proud he is of being Brazilian and wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. But then goes on to say that the very thing that makes Brazilians so happy and carefree is also the reason why they cannot sustain a good government and stable economy. He couldn’t explain why it was so. He said they seemingly have everything: a robust population, abundant natural resources, relatively progressive thinking for the region, which are all ingredients that would otherwise make Brazil an economic superpower. He says that just when he thinks the country has turned a corner, it collapses in on itself, unable to withstand the weight of rampant corruption and the burden of weak leadership. Gabriel is struggling with his own motivations. He was not born super poor. His siblings are all college graduates who have stable jobs and could thrive even within the corrupt system of government. He didn’t go to college, and liked going to parties and bask in the sun too much, his words. He wants to go get a degree but lacks the appropriate drive or the concrete plan needed to execute this. His brothers help him out sometimes, and he earns enough at the sauna to pay his bills and his motorcycle, and to keep up with his constant partying. I guess life can be hard when you live in paradise. There is no urgency to stop the party, if the water is always warm, the sun keeps shining, and the samba music keeps playing. As we wind down our night and not wanting to sleep yet, Gabriel and I talk about the sauna, and the characters in it. He says he wants to leave the sauna as soon as he can. He has told me about the energia negativa that permeates through the sauna walls. It’s a sad place to earn money, he said. He has been working in 117 for about a year, but says that some garotos have been there upwards of 10, even 15 years. Most have turned to drugs as a way to cope with the negative energy and the relentless grind of grinding customers. He said everyday he tells himself that he wants out, but he gets to the sauna and earns more money in a day than most his siblings do in most weeks. It is hard to leave, he said, but he has to, for his sanity and health. He does not want to end up like the career garotos in the sauna. He values his health too much to do so. We talk about his options. We come up with a plan for him to slowly phase out the sauna from his life. But to him, the first step to this road to prosperity was to learn English. He asked me if I could teach him English and in return I can practice my Portuguese with him. I told him that this was an excellent idea. For now though, he asks me to improve his “sauna English”, by teaching him a few phrases he needed to deal with gringos and other non-PT speakers. I took the hotel notepad and pen and scribbled down two questions. I hand him the pen and pad and asked him to answer the questions in English. He does and I check his work. I give him some corrections. I ask him to scribble in more sentences: I tell him that it helps me to write down some of the Portuguese I’ve learned to help with remembering. We go into the most important subject of all: payment. He knows mostly how to count in English, which is good. He asks me how English speakers usually could ask him how much his services were worth. I give him a few examples. He scribbles them down. I ask him if customers ask him what his sexual services were. I tell him about top and bottom, equivalent to his ativo and passivo: We get into stuff like kissing as well. I told him it is important to tell customers that you are like a machine in bed, pounding away like there was no tomorrow. I call him the “Maquina,” the energizer bunny in bed. He tells me it is good that he loves sex so much, it is no problem for him to perform for clients. Amen to that: He in turn teaches me a few colloquialisms in Brazilian Portuguese. I type them down in my phone. We talk about doing this kind of teaching session on WhatsApp video once in while when I go back to the USA. Indeed, after this trip was over, we commence with our teaching lessons, usually when he is in his long bus ride from Sao Goncalo to his work at Club 117, or on his ride back from work, though he is more subdued and less talkative after the grind of the sauna. It is probably that negative energy thing again. We do not do this every day, but often enough that he is now more effective in teaching me Portuguese than my teacher. It's almost 3 AM when we fall asleep in each other’s arms. 2. Angel of the Morning We get woken up by the alarm at 8 AM. We wanted to get an early start today so we can at least see some of Porto Alegre before we return the car and prepare for the sauna tonight. I wasn’t looking forward to the 2-hour drive back to PA, but I figure the earlier we get the drive out of the way, the better off we will be today. Gabriel was not a morning person either, but he was in tune with my wish to get an early start. We decided to get some breakfast first, and then after settling our tummies, go to the gym and then hit the road. That’ll get us to Porto Alegre around 1 PM at the latest, plenty of time to get some other sightseeing done before returning the car at 6 PM. The breakfast in Hotel Serra Azul was pretty standard fare, but it was included in the price of the room, so we were not complaining. Lots of breads, meats, cheeses, and waffles/pancakes, with a full complement of fruit juices and surprisingly excellent coffee: While eating I checked my Grindr. I scrolled through some old messages, with some pretty promising but missed opportunities. Oh well. After 5 minutes, some new messages trickle in, including a message from a 23-year-old guy. I look at his profile photo and recognized him from somewhere but couldn’t exactly put my finger on it. I read his message: “I saw you at the caracol chocolates:” Remember him? It was the guy who helped us at Caracol Chocolates yesterday. I thought he was pretty hot. I asked for more photos. He obliged. Nice body, handsome, and was hung like a horse, or a Brazilian. I say I like: I guess he saw me at the store and liked what he saw. But he saw me with Gabriel, the guy who was hotter than the sun. Since Gabriel did not have Grindr, maybe this guy was trying to get to Gabriel through me? It was possible: So I guess he really wanted to fuck me. I send him a photo of my ass. He doubled down with his wishes to meet. I guess I could give this is a go. I tell him he could meet me but I had to ask my “boyfriend” first. I fill Gabriel in on what was happening. He asked to look at the messages and photos. He chuckled. He showed me one of the penis pics. “Grande,” Gabriel said, pointing to the pic. I laughed. Gabriel was still bigger and thicker than this guy, but he recognizes a big penis when he saw one. I ask him what I should do. Gabriel says to go for it and said he could go to the gym while the guy and I do it. I asked him if he was OK with it. He assured me he was. I tell the guy to give me 20 minutes. He asked for my room number and I gave it to him. Gabriel and I wrap up breakfast and while Gabriel changed for the gym, I get a quick but thorough shower to prepare. When the message came that the guy was at the lobby, Gabriel takes the key card and kisses me in the lips and says “Have fun!” I get a knock at the door and there he was. He was over 6’ tall, strong and lean, and fairly handsome. He was whiter than most Brazilians I’ve become accustomed to, and had either hazel or green eyes, I couldn’t tell for sure. He looked younger than how I remembered him yesterday. I welcome him in and we exchange names. In perfect English he asks me some questions about my trip so far. I ask him about his work in Caracol chocolates. Mandated small talk at the start of a Grindr hookup. A way to ease into the task at hand. He struck first. He leans down to give me a deep kiss, then takes off my shirt to give my nipples a nibble. I take off his shirt as well, to reveal a slightly hairy and inviting torso. I relieve him of his trousers to reveal an already hard cock, pointing up with anticipation. I take it in my mouth. He takes off my shorts and gives me an amazing rim job. He takes his time. He clearly loves my ass, and wasn’t afraid to go for it. I give him a condom a lube. He fucks me doggy style, softly at first to get me used to his size, and then came the jackhammer. He flips me on my back and assumes the position. He wraps my legs around his neck and kisses me while pounding me. He comes this way. He pulls out and takes my still hard cock and puts two fingers in and finger bangs me till I come in his mouth. After washing up together we exchange Whatsapp contacts, and tells me to send him a message when I am back in town. He said maybe my boyfriend can join in next time. I tell him that it was a possibility. When he leaves I text Gabriel that the coast was clear. After 5 minutes Gabriel walks in the door. He gives me a kiss and asks me how it was. I tell him it was great. He said he saw the guy at the lobby while he was taking the stairs down to the gym. He tells me he thought the guy was handsome. I see a bulge in his shorts. I take them off and his large cock flops out, all thick and hard like the previous guy. Gabriel takes off my shorts, turns me around and bends me over and takes a look at my hole. “Nice,” he says, and then proceeds to rim me. I guess it turns him on that the guy was just here in the room, and in me. He takes a condom and proceeds to fuck me. Brazil is turning me into a bottom. 3. Lost in Translation Google Maps is a bitch sometimes. My blind trust with it has occasionally been my downfall. It gets me to my destination 99% of the time, but the 1% of the time it fails me, it is oftentimes ends horribly. Gabriel and I, post-coitus, pack up and check out of the hotel. It was $100 for the 2-night stay, plus another $10 for some mini-bar items, and $13 for the valet parking. I put in the address of the apartment in Porto Alegre, let Google Maps calculate the quickest route to our destination, and head on out. In the car we have loud music playing right away, and have lively talks about whatever came to us during the drive. I wasn’t paying too close attention when Google suggested to make a right on Estrada Serra Grande, which took us out of the main highway on the state route 116. I noticed the road was smaller but didn’t really think anything was amiss till the concrete part ended and it turned into gravel: I checked google and it said we were on the correct road. I should have just turned it around to get back to the four-lane highway, but somehow I just kept on driving on the dirt road. Pretty soon we see farm land. We are clearly not on the main thouroughfare anymore: Gabriel seems unconcerned about the detour. At this point I was a little concerned. I did not want bandits to suddenly appear and force us to stop the car and rob us. This looked like a pretty remote part of the south. As we drove on, we get to see some nice farmland with some animals. We decide to make the most of our detour and snap some photos: We drive on, with the road getting rockier and less traveled. We got a little worried until we see a lone man walking on the road. We stop and asked him if this was the road to Porto Alegre. The man said yes, and there was probably 15 more minutes of unpaved road before we hit gravel again. This gave us some relief. We encountered a fork in the road, and stopped the car to figure out which road to choose from the google map directions. While we figured out which way to turn, we see a nice church in the distance so we decided to leave the car to take photos: There was an old man, who had a house close to the church, who encouraged us to get closer so we could get better shots of the area: We get a lot of nice goofy photos. Lots of "the hills are alive" shots. After our photo session we talk to the man. He was a jolly old Gaucho, probably close to 80. He asked as where we came from. When he learned I was from the USA, he asked me if I liked Trump. I was diplomatic, as one should be when encountering strangers, anywhere, and told him a lot of people liked Trump and a lot didn’t like him. He laughed at the answer and told me what he thought about him. His wife soon joined us in the conversation. The wife laughed at my strange Portuguese. We bid both a farewell and thanked them for their hospitality. Not long after we finally encounter gravel road! I guess we found a shortcut, which was cutting through the town of Santa Maria do Herval, a nice farming town with lots of natural features. We make stops once in a while to take some photos. We stop by a creek and do an impromptu photo session with a shirtless Gabriel: It was actually a nice accident that we got “lost” in the farm lands of the south. Sometimes the cliché is true: it really is all about the journey and not the destination. From there we find our way back to state route 116 through Novo Hamburgo. And it took us to Porto Alegre. Next, the Sauna.

Catching up on replies: He hasn't really explicitly asked me to do this, though if this is his way of asking me to do so, then I don't blame him. He is really unhappy with Brazil. Even my Portuguese tutor wants to leave. My overarching philosophy in life is to say yes to everything. It has worked out so far. What a coincidence! I had two private messages asking me about my experience renting a car in Brazil. I guess its not as clear to everyone as you might assume. I had my own anxieties of renting a car in Brazil as I do with renting a car in Costa Rica, which I did just a few weeks ago. I'm always glad when there is an article online demystifying the subtle differences in renting out cars overseas. Like the title suggests, I am a newbie, as are countless of others out there who benefit from the info here. He's my first garoto hire ever. Now I think all garotos are like him. Awwww thanks Rob! And yeah, some people already are considering renting cars because of my post. I guess its useful for some people! Yeeeeep. And I'm in Bangkok now. And I sure am trying to keep coming! You guys always have my back. Obrigado! Or I guess to Rob it's gracias, to you it's kob khun krup! More replies coming...

Day 7: Canela Road Trip I was sort of surprised on how easy and hassle free my rental car-road trip-Brazil tour has been so far. It is Brazil after all. From all the news reports and the general overall impression that Americans have and get about Brazil, I was half expecting a “Max Max” dystopian nightmare throughout my drive. Instead it was a care-free and stress-free time with a very amiable and game-for-anything garoto. I guess realistically the success of any road trip hinges greatly upon the quality of your travel companion. I do not know if I would get the same experience if I instead got a garoto, or free guy for that matter, off of Porto Alegre to go with me, while knowing the guy only a day or less before embarking on this trip. Gabriel and I have built up a rapport since our initial meeting last January, and we have settled quite remarkably into just a pair of old friends embarking on a road trip together. And this established rapport was crucial to a day like today. All I knew about Canela was I wanted to explore it and the area around it because my Portuguese tutor highly recommended doing so. So Gabriel and I did our research together the night before to prepare for today. From our little research, everything looked beautiful and accessible and since we had a car we would be able to go everywhere. Also, it looked like we will be getting a lot of exercise today with all the hiking and walking some of the venues required, so we both opted to wear athletic attire to be well prepared for the day. So after breakfast, we take the four bottled waters from the mini-bar in the room at Hotel Serra Azul, as well as some snacks we bought from chocolate shops off of the main drag in Gramado, we were off to our Canela adventure. Some highlights: Canela downtown was as quaint as Gramado downtown, and the Catedral de Pedra was very photogenic. Gabriel took a shit-ton of photos for Instagram. Lots of souvenir shops here as well: The Parque Estadual do Caracol, or Caracol State Park, was the highlight. We get there mid-morning, with the air still crisp and fresh. We had fun hiking around nature, and the view of the waterfall was pretty spectacular: After hiking around the park itself we drive up to the teleferico, or cable cars, to have an even better view of the park. There was a nature trail at the top of the terminus of the cable car route. At this point Gabriel was in a full jokey mode. The nature trail had some kitschy replicas of animals around the trail. Gabriel had fun with how bad some of the replicas were, while taking photos, and even riding some of the animals (you’re not supposed to do that), and wondered if the real animals were even here to begin with: On our drive back down the mountain, we pass by a Jurassic Park-type theme park called Vale dos Dinassauros. I asked Gabriel if he wanted to stop by the theme park. He said that if the animal replicas in the nature trail was any indication, he said he wouldn’t want to see what might be the same poorly rendered animatronic dinosaurs. We did have fun taking photos in front of the supposed electrified fence. Not sure if this was worth the 60 real ($16) entrance fee, but it probably would have been fun anyway with Gabriel’s commentary, or pictures of him riding on one of the dinassauros: After all the hiking and laughter, we find a por quilo buffet-style restaurant on the side of the road. It was 25 reals, or $7, for lunch. We skipped dessert because we were going to a chocolate museum next. Yesterday, at the hotel, they gave out little Chocolate nibbles from Caracol chocolates. So when Gabriel googled the chocolate brand, he found that Caracol had a whole chocolate museum full of kitchsy fun, called O Reino do Chocolate, or the Kingdom of Chocolate. We just had to visit it today: We bought a lot of chocolate souvenirs at the gift shop and was helped by a very good-looking employee. He even packed the chocolate in a Styrofoam cooler to protect the precious delicious chocolates: This is not the last we hear from good-looking employee… More about him next post. We wrap up our road trip with a victory lap of Gramado. We visited the various parks in the area, and concluded with a sunset “Pedalinho” ride in Lago Negro, or Black Lake. A pedalinho is like a boat with foot pedals like a bicycle to drive it around the water, and in this case in the shape of a swan. It was a pretty nice, though strenuous, way to enjoy the lake: Gabriel, as expected, did an Instagram live broadcast, with me in it. I was able to utter a few phrases in Portuguese for his audience. Back at the hotel Gabriel was still buzzing with energy. He dangled the gym-then-sex combo again to motivate me to go to the gym with him before dinner. I said we can if he bottomed again for me. He said yes, since he said he will probably be able to top someone tomorrow back at Sauna Mezzaninu. I forgot to mention this yesterday: Gabriel did not bring gym shorts and enough underwear. I offered to buy him some but he said to not waste my money since he had plenty back home, and just asked if he could just borrow shorts and underwear from me if I had extras. Luckily, I brought some spares with me, and both fit him perfectly. He looks better in them than I can ever dream myself looking like in them: Gym, rinse, repeat. I think my relationship with Gabriel has progressed a little bit today. At our room after gym we start hugging and then it graduates to making out. Still sweaty and gross from the gym and from the rest of the day’s exertions, we start having sex. Normally I expect him to shower first, with me or after me. Now here we were, sucking, rimming, enjoying each other, wearing the sweaty and filthy baggage of the day. Gabriel scent was in full tilt masculine musk mode, and I was covered in a shiny sheen of sweat, but it didn’t matter. I was more concerned with him not liking the dirty me, but it seems it didn’t matter to him. I was enjoying this version of Gabriel, taking in everything, the smells, the sweat, the filth, all of it. And at this point, I didn’t think it could happen, but it made our sex better. A long hot shower was needed after that (because, among other things, there were buckets of cum between the two of us). We get ready for our big dinner tonight. It was at the Churrascaria Garbo and Bombacha, which was restaurant with a show. I think it’s like South Brazil’s version of a luau which is to say it was very touristy and overpriced, but that was not the point. The point is to just get huge helping of Gaucho culture (found in Southern Brazil, Uruguay, and Northern Argentina) in one spot, while eating a yummy dinner. It was about a 30-minute drive from the hotel to the restaurant , which was in the mountain ascent of Canela. Inside, the restaurant had a large dining hall area, with a big stage in the center. It was typical Churrasco with the meat station and buffet style display of food filled with side dishes and desserts, but it had way more variety in meats and side dishes than most Churrascarias I’ve been to, and the meat was out of this world delicious. At 10 PM the main show started with a very touching spoken-word song recited by the host. He rattled off all the states in Brazil in one poem, and various people would cheer when their state was mentioned. When Rio was called out, Gabriel gave out a fairly enthusiastic cheer and clap. He was getting into it. I was as well. There was a big Minas Gerais table, and they had the biggest cheer of all tonight. We stayed for two hours, and the show was pretty good, and was intelligible for me even if it was in Portuguese: We leave the restaurant at 12 midnight, after taking photos in front of the restaurant and surrounding park. With our bellies full and senses heightened by the cultural show, we successfully concluded a full day of touring. We were almost sorry we were going back to PA tomorrow. Not because PA was not as pretty as Gramado and Canela, but because it meant we were closer to saying goodbye. Sauna: 1 Laziness: 1 Hot boy tour of the city: 4 Act of god: 1

Day 6: Drive to Gramado When I first decided to pick Sao Paulo and Porto Alegre for my next Brazilian vacation, I thought I’d just have a typical run-of-the-mill week-long sex tourist trip. You know, spending every waking moment getting sex however which way you can, which meant just staying in one’s hotel room during the day (to recuperate or to Grindr) and then venturing out to the saunas in the afternoon, and continue on through the night with your chosen boy(s). Lather, rinse repeat, with the occasional trip to the mall to eat. Normally I have one of these mongering weeks when I just want to relax, not think about anything else, and just forget about responsibilities for a moment. I would just let my lizard brain get the best of me, and dictate my everyday goings-on. But shoehorning Marcos into my trip got me excited about touring Sao Paulo, so no pure mongering for me there. And then my Portuguese teacher, who hails from the south of Brazil, got excited about the prospect of me visiting the Rio Grande do Sul state. She spent part of her younger years in Gramado, and was full of helpful advice about the area. She really sold it for me, so I had to get off my ass and plan a full itinerary for myself and Gabriel. I am sure, years from now, when I have grown tired of discovering Brazil, I will be in full mongering mode. But now, exploration calls my name. Even if my tutor has assured me that renting a car and driving from Porto Alegre to Gramado and Canela is very easy and simple, I still had my doubts. I was kind of uneasy with the thought of me driving on Brazilian roads. There are buses that go from PA to the two cities, but not having a car while exploring cities without a developed transportation insfrastructure is kind of a pain and inefficient. So there was no getting around it. I went to Rentalcars.com and looked for a rental car place in downtown PA that was Uberable from the AirBNB. There was this rental car place called Localiza. Good reviews online. Pretty cheap rates to hire cars. I choose a car that was an automatic because I’m American and can't drive a stick. I get a quote for $62.48 for the two days and 8 hours I thought I’d need the car: I decide to decline the additional insurance that the site was recommending to get, and just get the full coverage with the company on the day itself, at the counter. So this morning Gabriel and I *repack* our suitcases to go on a 2 day excursion of Gramado and Canela. I only bring half my clothes; Gabriel brings all of his stuff. Even if we were going to be gone for 2 nights, I rented out the Porto Alegre place for even the nights we will be gone. You never know if we would get bored and just return early. From the Mezzaninu disappointment yesterday, we figured missing out on a Wednesday and Thursday night of sauna time wouldn’t be the end of the world. We will try again Friday. We head out to the street to find some breakfast. We settle on a place called “La Cafeteria” on Avenida Osvaldo Aranha. Pretty nice and chill area. Gabriel orders a sandwich, I order a croissant. We both order a cappunino with chocolate in it. The chocolates bits at the bottom of our coffee made us happy: After food we head back to the apartment, get our suitcases, and get an Uber to Localiza. We get to the rental car place and it was busy. After waiting 10 minutes in line I get to the counter. I gave the counter lady my e-voucher, passport, driver’s license and credit card. She gave me a form to fill out asking for some additional information. Then she asks if I wanted full coverage for the car, which included everything, including loss of the car. I said yes. It was an additional 135 reals, or $37, which was not bad. Overall I was getting a fully insured car for $100 for 2 days and change. I chose a Hyundai 20s, which was fairly easy and comfortable ride. Gabriel does not drive so I had to drive the whole way. I was kind of nervous at first driving the car off the lot, but once I got the hang of it I was ready to hit the freeway. Gabriel put in the address of our hotel on my Google Maps and we were off: The drive itself was pretty straightforward. It was an almost 2 hour journey, and we drove it straight through without stopping. Now this is where knowing a little bit of Portuguese was handy. I had my hands full with driving so I could not use Google Translate. And I didn’t need it. By this time (from talking all night last night) Gabriel was used to talking a certain way so I can understand him fully without me asking him to repeat himself (by speaking slowly and enunciating the words). If there was a word I didn’t understand, I’d just ask “O que <word>?” and Gabriel would either use another word I knew, or would go on Google Translate and tell me the English equivalent. He operated the car radio as well. He put in an English station but I insisted on him putting on whatever he wanted. He found an EDM/Dance pop station that had a mix of Portuguese, Spanish, and English songs, which was perfect. Whenever there was a song I liked, I asked Gabriel to “Shazam” it for me, so I can download the songs on my Spotify. By the end of the drive, my playlist was full of great songs: I picked the Hotel Serra Azul in Gramado as our home for two nights. It was highly recommended by my Portuguese tutor. Indeed, it was in central Gramado, with full amenities, and great staff. I booked it in Agoda.com for 384 reals, or $100 for 2 nights, which was not bad for a supposedly 4 star hotel. Though it looked tired and in need of a refresh, I could tell that this was once a great hotel that had its glory days. It was 25 reals ($7) a day for valet parking, which was also a steal. We get to our room (pretty standard room with a comfortable king bed) and relax for a little bit. After a shower, and then sex (he really wanted me to bottom again, he promised to bottom tonight, we’ll see), we venture out to central Gramado to enjoy this pretty town. Some highlights, all walkable from the hotel: Certain parts of the downtown certainly looks like a small German town: The Museo do Festival de Cinema in Gramado was cool, and had Brazil’s version of the Oscar, Kikito: The prettiest Mcdonalds I’ve ever seen: Praca das Etnias, where Gabriel posed for photos in front of the Italian section (he is ¼ Italian, he says): Other quirky stuff that makes it look like Europe: And the highlight of the walk, 10 reals ($2.75) for a Prawer hot chocolate: It was kind of the perfect drink to have while walking the streets of Gramado. It was colder here than most Brazilian cities. We rested at the hotel again after the walk. And then Gabriel insisted on going to the gym before dinner, he said to work up an appetite. A 45 minute routine, with him giving me tips on my form at the gym, was actually what the doctor ordered. Because what did I say about post-gym sex? It’s great! You’re filled with endorphins, your muscles are all swollen, and your libido is through the roof. I got to top this time. God bless Brazil. So now we really worked up an appetite, we go to another tutor recommended place: the Mammia Mia Galeto restaurant. Galetos are small chickens, cooked to perfection. I asked Gabriel why the chickens were so small. He said they were young chickens, and the meat on them is still tender, that’s why we love to eat them. The food was excellent, and plentiful. Lots of salads, pastas, breads, and of course those little chickens. The food was not cheap, it was $50 for two, but it was worth it. Gabriel could not stop posting photos of the food on his Instragram. Even though we were super hungry we still could not finish everything that was put on our table. And we were sure glad we skipped lunch! And walked around! And went to the gym! And had sex! Sidenote: I have been opening Grindr ever since we got to Gramado. Grindr was active, but not one garoto messaged me. All I got were free boys: As we drove back to the hotel Gabriel wanted us to drive around the town to see what it looked like at night. We spent 30 minute driving in circles, not because we were lost, but because Gabriel decided to have a conversation about his future in the car. He said knew he had to leave the sauna soon. He was growing tired of the work it entailed. He tells me about the “negative energy” the whole sauna scene has, and it just sucks out the life out of one after a while. I gave him some career advice, as much as I could with my limited Portuguese. He seemed to take it to heart, and ended the conversation. I knew it was something he has been thinking about for a long time. He blurts out one last thing about what he felt about it. I could not understand what he said. He took my phone, put it across my face to unlock it (it was an iPhone X), and then typed in Google Translate. He hands me back my phone. We got to the hotel and gave the keys to the valet. I looked at my phone: How topical. He is not a fan of the World Cup I guess. Clearly this was something I had to unwrap with him. I table the discussion for tomorrow. Tonight, we rest. No sauna in Gramado, that’s why I brought the sauna boy with me: Sauna: 1 Laziness: 1 Hot boy tour of the city: 3 Act of god: 1

Day 5.5: Alegre With Gabriel accounted for and boarding commencing for our flight on Azul Airlines, I started to get really excited about Porto Alegre. Not so much for the city itself, as I’ve heard not so good things about it from my Portuguese professor, but really for the nearby cities Gramado and Canela. Yes, there is a sauna in PA, but with my garoto-takeout ready to go with me, I had less incentive to go to the sauna. But I will go tonight, I promise. Gabriel did not have a carry-on with him, so I assumed he just checked his baggage in Rio. He took my roller bag carry-on though, I guess to help me, and I appreciated the gesture. Pretty soon we got seated, me getting the window seat, and Gabriel taking the middle seat. He looked so giddy happy and excited. He tried to hug me while we were sitting. It was kind of cute. He didn’t care who was watching. I squeezed his thigh. He placed his hand on mine. He just didn’t care about the PDA. Just like that first night in Rio, in the Uber leaving Club 117. This was off to a good start. During the flight, Gabriel and I talked what has been happening since we spoke last. We have been talking through Whatsapp pretty regularly, so we more or less knew what was happening in each other’s lives.. He talked about his previous flight, which was his first, and arriving 3 and half hours early at the airport this morning, because he was so paranoid with missing his flight. I did talk about Sao Paulo and Marcos and my time there, as well as what I thought about Sao Paulo (all positive). Gabriel then commented on how much better I was speaking in Portuguese. That meant the world to me of course. When I first met him last trip, I had to rely heavily on Google Translate. It made the conversations less spontaneous and candid. And now I was able to (more or less) prattle on about my Sao Paulo foibles without reaching for my phone. I knew my verb conjugation was for shit, and my vocabulary was still limited, but having been in Brazil for 5 days now, and hanging out with Marcos who would occasionally insist on us talking in Portuguese to help me learn, prepared me for Gabriel. I was beyond happy with this complement. I told him I will be coming back to Rio in 4 months. I promised him my Portuguese will even be better when I see him in Rio next time. Just a few words about Azul Airlines: they have their shit together. The fare was not that expensive, the flight left on time (a few minutes early in fact), pretty pleasant experience during the flight, and the entertainment system had a DirecTV-esque interface with a lot of offerings. And the food was pretty cool. For this short flight they had about 4 snacks to choose from, 2 sweet and 2 salty. Gabriel and I got all 4, plus a drink. What was cool about it was all snacks were Azul branded: Pretty soon we were landing in PA. It was a gloomy and rainy day: We did not have to wait long at baggage claim to get Gabriel’s bag. I turn on the Uber App and put in our AirBNB’s address. I chose getting an AirBNB condo instead of a hotel mainly for the price. I got a cool one-bedroom unit in a condo high-rise for about half of what I could get for a hotel with similar quality. It was located in the Bom Fim “bairro” of Porto Alegre, which was situated next to the historic center and nightlife. The host of the AirBNB was a SuperHost, and pretty responsive and helpful to my questions, and an excellent English speaker. We get from the airport to the AirBNB, it was 16 reals, or $4.50: Check-in was easy, we just got the keys from security in the front. Security didn’t even ask for our identification. He just asked what unit we were renting (it was in the welcome message from the host), and gave us our keys. The unit was in the 9th floor. The unit itself looked very modern and there were a lot of tasteful décor. There were two bathrooms, which I always think is an excellent idea, and a queen-size bed in the bedroom. The host even had welcome snacks for us, which Gabriel and I immediately devoured, because we were pigs. When we were settled in, Gabriel did something he did last time we met, take off all his clothes except for his underwear, to hangout. Do cariocas automatically want to disrobe? They live in eternal summer in Rio, and beaches are usually a second home to them. I guess even in the rainy and gloomy south it is still hard to break old habits. He joins me in looking out the window, looking down over PA. He asks me what I wanted to do today. I told him we can check out Sauna Mezzaninu tonight. He pulls me close. I could feel his bulge behind me. I reach for it. It was hard. Damn it lol. He wanted it. I turn around and get a good look at his body. He looked tanner than before. And his body was more muscular and more lean at the same time, than before. I asked him if he has been going to the gym more these days. He said yes, and he said he was much more disciplined with eating. He wanted to become a fitness model, he said, and needed to shape up if he was going to get photo shoots. We shower together, in the en-suite bathroom in the bedroom. We start there, and then graduate to the bed. Kissing, sucking, rimming, more kissing. He asks if I had condoms and lube. I tell him to get his lidocaine to numb the pain of bottoming. He said he forgot to bring it, but it didn’t matter he said. I suited up. He sat on it. It took him a while to get used to the feeling. It was off to the races after that. I came in the condom. He came in my mouth. We lay on the bed for a while, catching our breathe, talking about sex with other people. He tells me about customers, I tell him about my Sao Paulo hookup. He says he rarely has sex for fun anymore, and preserves whatever energy and fluids he has for work. That’s probably why he is single, he opines. Too many bills to pay, too much time partying on free days, too little time to focus on one person. We shower again. We were both hungry (again) after sex, so we head out to Uber to the nearest mall, which was Moinhos Shopping. During dinner Gabriel asks me again on what I wanted to do tonight. After talking about a few options we decided that since it was rainy, there wasn’t a lot we could do outside, but there were indoor activities we could do, including checking out Sauna Mazzaninu. It was 6:30 PM by the time we finished dinner, probably primetime hour to go to a sauna, so we get an Uber to the sauna. We get to the location. It was already dark but the street was amply lit, and the façade of the sauna had the sign “Mezzaninu”, indicating that we were indeed in the correct place. Uber is still pretty good with knowing where to go in Brazil. There were some parked cars in the front, so that was a good sign. We go in and get to the reception area, where a heavy-set man greeted us. He asks us for our names. I tell him my real name, Gabriel gives him his “nome de sauna,” which I found interesting. I guess it was just automatic to him. We get our keys and then we were off to explore. We go in the premises and find the place deserted. Gabriel looks at me with a look of “where is everyone?” To our right were the locker rooms. There was a lone young guy sitting on one of the benches. Was he a garoto? He doesn’t seem like the typical garoto. He was cute I guess. Was he a customer? Gabriel looks at me again and shrugs. We do not bother changing yet. We wanted to see what the deal was. There was a long hallway leading up to a big room. It had chairs, and tables that were big enough to be restaurant size. Was it a restaurant? To the left was the bar with a lone bartender. To the far left was an obvious stage. Noone was dancing. To the right was an huge shower enclosed in glass. Noone was showering. There were a sprinkling of customers scattered in the area. Where were the boys? Gabriel and I sit at the far end of the hall. He asks me if I wanted to drink anything. I told him I just wanted a water for now. He goes to the bar and comes back with two water bottles. I guess he didn’t want to drink alcohol either. Up above we see a second floor, and there were two younger looking guys in towels leaning on the railing. They were lean, almost twink like. Cute-ish. Garotos perhaps? Gabriel sees them as well, and asks me if I thought the two were garotos. I said I had no idea. Gabriel then says that the place has a weird vibe. He said he was expecting a sauna like Club 117 in Rio where he worked. He said the boys there are more aggressive, and will chat up customers instantly, even as they enter the door. Here, he said, you can’t tell who the garotos were, because you were not greeted by any of them. It was just weird to him. Maybe it is the Carioca in him. And maybe cariocas are more demonstrative, more assertive, more outgoing. Maybe in the south of Brazil, people are more subtle. Whatever it was, he was not liking it. He asks me if I wanted to fuck any of the garotos we have seen so far. I told him I didn’t even know f they were garotos. He laughs at this, almost too loudly. Some of the customers glance at him. I did notice that the customers were staring at him. He was easily the hottest guy in the premises. He is a Rio garoto after all. I tell him that maybe he should get customers here. From the looks of things he would earn a lot of money. He laughs and shakes his head. “I am on vacation,” he says. “No work for me tonight.” After 20 minutes of watching paint dry we decide to go upstairs to check out the rest of the sauna. We get to the second floor, and it looked like it was where the private rooms were. We get to the third floor and it was a roof top bar/dancing area of sorts. The two garotos were there, talking to the bartender. It was still drizzling, so there was no one else there. No customers. So why were the garotos hiding up here? At this point Gabriel and I just entertain ourselves. We talk about plans for the next few days. I show him photos on my phone of Sao Paulo, and past vacations like Bogota and Cartagena. He lifts up his sweater to show me a new tattoo, which was on the middle left area of his back. It was pretty and suits him. I notice the garotos staring at him as he lifts up his shirt. I take off his sweater completely. We continue our conversation with him shirtless. We had to entertain each other. After 20 minutes he asks me one last time if I wanted to get a garoto here so we can fuck him. He said he really wants to top someone. I looked at the garotos and told him that maybe we can try again to go here Friday night, when it was a guarantee at least to have more life than tonight, a Tuesday. We finish our waters and head down to reception. The receptionist gives us our total, entrance fee plus two waters. I gave him 100 reals and I think I got 25 reals back. I call an Uber. While we wait, Gabriel goes behind me and hugs me. I stroke his arms, as we stare at my phone waiting for the Uber. Over my shoulder, Gabriel asks the receptionist if Friday night was better here. The receptionist says yes, and remarks that the rain coupled with Tuesdays made it a slow night. That was understandable. We get our Uber. It was about $2.75 to get home. We cuddle the whole night. I let him fuck me. Someone had to take one for the team. Tomorrow, Gramado. Today, my tally improves: Sauna: 1Laziness: 1Hot boy tour of the city: 2Act of god: 1

This reminds of the time when I was in Italy years ago with my parents on a family trip. We were eating pasta at a local restaurant, and I commented that it was the best pasta dish I’ve ever tasted. My dad then said “We don’t have to travel all this way to eat this kind of pasta! Olive Garden has the same kind of stuff! And it tastes better!” While that may have been true (it wasn’t, the pasta dish was better than anything Olive Garden could produce IMHO), I think the fact that I was eating the dish in Rome made it taste better in my mind. To me, somehow sex in Brazil feels better. But that’s just me. BTW same thing happened with my dad when we were in Hong Kong. He preferred Panda Express to Dim Sum.

Day 5: Sao Paulo to Porto Alegre. Baiano to Carioca. New adventure today! I am heading to Porto Alegre. I am leaving Marcos, the Intercontinental, and Sao Paulo behind. I am bringing with me some souvenirs from the tours, gifts from Marcos, and some bruises on my body courtesy of Grindr Boy yesterday. I was not able to go Lagoa at all the last 4 nights, and I actually had two chances to do so, but because of laziness and crowd control, I was unable to do so. But there is still next Saturday, the day I return to Sao Paulo, before I catch a flight back to the USA on the following Sunday, so I still have one more chance to visit the legendary Lagoa. But my thoughts are not to Saturday at the moment. Right now my thoughts are to Porto Alegre, as well as Gramado and Canela. While PA has saunas, the other two cities do not, therefore I had to get a companion for this stretch, as I was not in the mood to burn hours on Grindr to find someone to tour with me. I chose Gabriel, the subject of my previous trip report. He is a garoto in Rio, working at Club 117. So since he is a garoto, unlike Marcos, I had to pay for Gabriel's time. I have no problem with this of course. Gabriel has been my first and only garoto hire in Brazil. I had a fabulous time with him last time, but because it was only one night, my time with him was painfully short. I was eager to spend more time with him. I have been in constant contact with him all these months in between trips, and have built a rapport with him. He only asked for money once, and I said no. After that he kept talking to me as if nothing happened, and never asked for money again. I thought he would stop talking after that denial. I was wrong. As soon as I knew I was going to Porto Alegre, I asked Gabriel through WhatsApp if he could go with me. He said yes right away. I was honest with him, and told him that I will want to go on Grindr and will have sex with other guys while he was there, and I may have to go to the saunas and get garotos as well. He said that this arrangement was perfect, and said that he would even go with me to the saunas and have 3 ways with me if i wanted. I was sold. Also, he was actually curious about what other saunas looked like. It would be fun for him too. The tricky part about asking him was probably the most important detail of all: how much should I pay him. He is not going to go with me for free, that much is clear. I am taking him away from 117 and Rio for 4 nights to be with me in Rio Grande do Sul. That’s 4 nights of not working in 117. And if there is any payment involved, I am the kind of guy that wanted things in simple black and white. The payment terms needed to be clear. So I asked him, in one of our conversations on Whatsapp before the trip, what his nightly rate for me was. He first countered with a “whatever you think is best,” which is an answer that I hate. I wanted a firm price so there was no gray area, no hard feelings and no second guessing. I asked him again. He thought about it, and then said 500 reals a night, or $140. I felt this was fair. I would expect him to get this amount in a normal night in 117. I know he is fairly popular. Normally I would have just said yes, but for some reason I was in a bargaining mood. I just countered with a “That’s too expensive,” without giving a reason. He then says he can charge 500 reals on days we have sex, and 300 reals on days we do not have sex. I countered with something like “But I will want to have sex with you everyday because you are hot.” And this was true. He is hotter than the sun. There was no way on earth I will not spend every waking moment enjoying him. He told me he will think about it, and then told me he was going to work, since our conversation happened on a late afternoon. I received a message from him after work, around 12 midnight Rio time, telling me that he was just OK with anything he gives me. I then just threw out a “250 real a night?” or 70 dollars, which is half of his initial offer. And he said yes. That was cheap. For a guy I will have sex with multiple times a day. Maybe tonight was a really bad night at 117 for him. Anyway, at least I had a base to work with. It was a guarantee that I will give him more than 250 reals a night anyway, plus I planned on taking him to a shopping spree as well (for me and for him), as well planning on gifting him a $55 cellphone (the LG Phoenix 3), so I will take care of him for sure. I take care of people who take care of me. Gabriel is no exception. So with the ugly and unromantic (but necessary) subject of monetary compensation out of the way, I was free to plan our vacation together. There was the matter of buying Gabriel’s flight to Porto Alegre. I already bought my tickets to PA on Azul airlines. I looked on the Azul website and saw some departures from the SDU airport in Rio, which is the closer airport to Sao Goncalo where Gabriel lives, which is just about after one crosses the Rio-Niteroi bridge. The cheaper flights connected to Guarulhos on the way to PA. I thought it would be fun to meet Gabriel in Guarulhos airport and take that flight to PA together, sitting next to each other, to catch up and get reacquainted. So I book the flights ($120 roundtrip), booking the “Mais Azul” fare, the one with check-in baggage included in the price, and we were set. So today I get a WhatsApp from Gabriel super early this morning, telling me that he was leaving his apartment in Rio. And Marcos (remember him?) and I leave the hotel today together, in the same Uber, for the aiport. Marcos was pretty chipper today, considering having had to go through an ordeal just yesterday. He held my hand the whole way to the airport. His flight departure today was 2 hours after mine, so he will have plenty of time to make his flight. Since his flight was with LATAM his departure was in Terminal 2 of Guarulhos. Azul flew out of Terminal 1. I ask the driver to drop Marcos off first at Terminal 2, before going to Terminal 1 to drop me off. When we get to Terminal 2, Marcos gives me a warm hug before leaving the Uber. It was fun kid. And then the Uber had to leave the airport to get back to Terminal 1. The terminal looked way smaller than Terminal 2. At this point Gabriel would have been already in GRU, his layover from the Rio flight, but I have not heard from him yet. I go to the check-in counter. No lines today. I get greeted by the attendant in Portuguese. Upon seeing my American passport, the attendant shifts to flawless English. I get my boarding pass. I go through security pretty quickly. Again no lines. This is the advantage of Azul having a virtually dedicated Terminal just for them. Terminal 2 of GRU is a circus compared to this Terminal. Once in the secure area I check the Arrivals display. I see that Gabriel’s flight has arrived, but still no messages from Gabriel. I was a little worried. There was still an hour to go before boarding, so I wait patiently. 20 minutes before boarding I finally get a Whatsapp message, and then a flood of them, from Gabriel. He said that he arrived safely, but he needed to find a cellphone shop to buy some more data for his phone. Unfortunately, he said, Terminal 1 had too little shops, and didn’t have the shop he needed, so he had to take the airport shuttle to get to Terminal 2. And he had to wait long for that. He got to Terminal 2 but had to find the shop amongst the circus in the terminal. That took some time too. Once he got data in his phone, he then messaged me. I told him to get back here to Terminal 1 soon so he can make boarding. He said he is waiting for the shuttle. Pretty soon pre-boarding announcements were being made. I was getting antsy. I keep checking the back where the security checkpoint was to see if Gabriel will appear. And then it was the start of boarding. They board by seating, so I line up in the appropriate lane. 15 minutes in line and boarding started. The Azul status members line get in first. I take another glance in the back to check. And then I see him, just in the nick of time. I see Gabriel emerging from security, looking a little bit stressed, scanning the hall, looking for our gate. He sees it and starts sprinting towards the queue. I put a hand up and he sees me. An incredible wide smile greets me. He looked so relieved. He joins me in line, giving me a side hug. “Ate que enfim!” I whisper to him, he finally made it. “Estava muito preocupado,” he answers, saying he was worried. “Eu tambem,” I reply, concurring. We both laugh. It was nice to see him. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that was cut deep in the sides, revealing his muscular torso, giant arms, and abs. He was wearing knee-length shorts that revealed his strong legs, along with his Air Jordans. Carioca wear till the end. When he hugged me just now I got a whiff of his scent. It was all man. He was sweaty from his ordeal of running back and forth between terminals, and it made him smell even more manly. And his face, handsome, friendly, with a look of joy and relief, was great to see. He towered over me by a good 10 inches. The overall visuals and scent all were working for me at that moment. It got me hard! I could not wait to spend more intimate time with him. Right there, em vivo, I realized that even 500 reals was really too little to spend for this kind of quality. And he stood out for sure. People were staring at him. A big strapping handsome young man just barreled through the terminal to be by my side. In revealing Carioca wear, amongst the more buttoned-down Paulistanos. It was probably a strange sight. I didn’t care. It was Gabriel’s time with me now. Marcos was in the rear view mirror. Next, the flight, Porto Alegre, and Sauna Mezzaninu.

Day 4.5: Sao Paulo Crowd Control I wasn’t that concerned at first with Marcos missing his flight. It was with LATAM after all, and half of the LATAM flights I’ve been in have been delayed. And even if Marcos checked in 30 minutes before his flight, the ground staff may still be able to accommodate him. I walk towards Paulista Avenue and to get myself a coffee to go. I order a delicious Cappuccino from one of the corner bakeries near Paulista Ave. I look at the Uber App. He was still 40 minutes from the airport. It was going to be a close one for Marcos. It was close to 5 PM when I got back to the hotel. I figure it was still too early to go to Lagoa so I relax on the bed while sipping my coffee. I guess I was so tired from the touring today that even the coffee did not work. I shut my eyes for a minute and dozed off. I got woken up by my phone. It was ringing. I looked at it, it was a Whatsapp call from Marcos. I answered. He told me he missed his flight by 5 minutes. He said he got to the counter at 15 minutes before the flight departure time. LATAM told him that the flight closes 20 minutes before the scheduled departure. I looked at the time and it was 6:05 PM. I guess there was just too much traffic on the streets of Sao Paulo today, and he did not make it. I asked if he could get on the next flight today. He said he did not know if there was even another flight today, but he was still at the counter waiting to be put on another flight. He was breathing heavily and was kind of panicky from his voice. He kept telling me that he was really stupid for not minding the time. I tried to calm him down and told him that whatever happens he will get back to Salvador, and told him that I tell him to keep me updated if there was any progress with getting a next flight. I was kind of kicking myself now. I should have high-tailed it to Lagoa the minute Marcos left. I could have at least tried getting a garoto while he was dealing with stuff in the airport. On the flip side, Marcos needed my help, and if I could not answer his calls while he helplessly looked for another flight back home, it would be bad. So I decided to sit back and wait till Marcos got his return ticket, and go to Lagoa after he got his issue resolved, or to see if he had to stay with me tonight to catch his flight tomorrow. While waiting I fired up Grindr. As usual I had a few messages waiting for me. I read through the non-garoto messages and found some pretty promising ones. I put in some stock responses to the ones I liked. After 10 minutes of this I got a few more new messages come in. I was about to answer them when I get a slew of messages from Marcos. He said that there were no flights for him today, but they were able to get him a flight tomorrow afternoon. He said he had to pay 50 reals for a “rebooking fee.” He said he had no choice but to pay it, but said he was relieved to get a flight out of Sao Paulo tomorrow. He then asks me if he could go back to the Intercontinental to spend another night with me. I told him of course, but deep inside I was kind of disappointed. I guess it was partly out of our hands that the traffic in Sao Paulo is bad, both out of 25 de Marco street and the drive to the airport. It was also partly my fault for not minding the time. I was the seasoned travel, and Marcos was a newbie, and I should have known better not to take too long window shopping (and too long having sex in the shower). The sex was good though, and the touring even better, so I should not complain. I guess Lagoa can wait. (sigh) I then get a message on Grindr while this was all happening. I open the app up and it looks like I got a “tap” from someone. I get a lot of taps, and most of the time I ignore them, but for some reason I chose to answer this one. I looked at his profile. 22-year-old Brasileiro, 5’11, 160 pounds. His picture was great, he was in a speedo and had a fairly muscular athletic build. I had to respond: I asked the usual, what was he into? He said the magic words: “faco tudo, voce escolhe” - I will do everything you want. I asked for more photos. He had a lot to share. It looked like he was fairly athletic. The photos were of him doing various sports activities. His nudes were pretty good as well. Nice abs, big ass, big cock. Checked all the boxes for what you would expect from a Brazilian boy toy. Money didn’t come up once in the conversation. I had to meet him. Marcos was telling me on Whatsapp that he was about to go to the Departures level to get an Uber to get back to the hotel. I had to think fast. Was I going to meet this guy on Grindr? Marcos was about come back. I know it takes at least 45 minutes without traffic to get back to the hotel from the airport, but I had to be sure. So I decide now if I was going to meet with the guy: I give him my location details. He says he is in Trianon. I mapped and it was only a 9 minute walk for Grindr boy: So with Marcos, I tell him to not bother getting an Uber because I was going to call him an Uber myself. I opened my Uber app and put in the Departure location at Guarulhos airport, and the destination location to the hotel. I offered to get the Uber so that I can track Marcos’ car while I was getting busy with this Grindr hookup. I was not going to Lagoa, but at least I’ll get this Grindr hookup before seeing my “boyfriend of the weekend.” I sent Marcos the plate number and car make and model of his Uber ride. 5 minutes later he was on his Uber. 48 minutes said Uber. I had 48 minutes to wait for the Grindr hookup. I get a Grindr message: “Estou aqui,” he said. He was here. I told him to go to the lobby. I waited for him at the lobby. I saw him come in the door. I made sure I caught his eye before heading to the elevators towards the back. He caught up with me at the elevators. We get to my floor. We get in the room. He kisses me in the living room. “Nice room,” he says, in English. “Thanks,” I said, as I watch him take off his shoes and socks and toss them on the floor. We go to the bedroom. I look at my Uber app. 40 minutes till Marcos gets here. I set a timer to 30 minutes, then I set my phone down on the nightstand. I ask loverboy, “Tudo bem?” He answers “I am fine,” and then kisses me full on the mouth. Such a great kisser. The one with full tongue, full lips, lots of saliva, lots of contact. We struggle to take off each others’ clothing. He pushes me down to the bed and takes my cock in his mouth. This was going to be good. He takes his time to enjoy my cock, and then comes up for air to kiss me again. Lots of body contact. He nibbles my nipples and takes a good suck on one of them. I take his cock too. Then I eat his ass. Nice ass on this one. Fairly muscular. Hips and thighs that are large and powerful. Big calves. He has a nice set of abs and cum gutters that I enjoy nibbling on. Normally I would need a full weekend to enjoy this kind of work of art, but for now I will have to finish the job in under 30 minutes. He seems to know the urgency of the situation. He gets my cock good and wet. Then without warning he takes my cock in his ass. And thrusts up and down very forcefully, almost violently. It was hot, even there was some pain when he bounced on me. I was getting into it. I came pretty quickly. He felt it. I pull out and without warning he sits his ass down on my chest forcefully. I was almost out of breath but I didn’t care. He comes all over my face and neck. He gets off my chest and sits on the ned beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Muito bem!” I said, concurring completely. We laugh. We do a quick washup. I make sure all the jizz is off my face and neck. We put our clothes back on. He asks me about my travel plans. I tell him I was going to Porto Alegre, but will be back Saturday in Sao Paulo. He tells me he wanted to see me again Saturday. I told him I will Whatsapp. I will definitely want to do that again. I look at my Uber app. 12 minutes away. Not bad. I bid Grindr boy goodbye. I go back to the shower to get a thorough soap down. The right part of my ribs were sore, and my left nipple felt raw. Sex hazards. Once I am done I try to tidy up in the room. I see a red spot on the sheets. I guess Grindr boy left some blood from his ass on the sheets. I turned the sheet upside down to hide it. I did my best. I do a full inspection of the room. No evidence of Grindr boy. I looks at my body. I see that my left nipple had a red mark around it from Grindr boy’s exertions. Oh well. I make myself presentable. Pretty soon Marcos was back. I meet him at the lobby. We get back to the room and Marcos hugs me. He tells me about his hellacious 3 hours, almost crying. About missing his flight. Being out 50 reals. But he is glad he is back in my arms, he said. He just wanted to relax with me tonight. He also wanted to buy me dinner. He said it was the least he could do for me putting up with him for one more night. I insisted on McDonalds, since I was jonesing for some burgers, and I knew it was a cheap alternative for him. He does not earn enough money for a fancy meal so McDonalds was perfect. We walk to the Cidade Sao Paulo mall and I tell Marcos my order. I sit down while he gets in line and gets our order. While I wait, I kept talking to Grindr boy on WhatsApp. I wanted to get to know him more: Our conversation was an interesting mix of English and Portuguese, and at this point I did not need Google Translate. There was obvious chemistry between us. I had something to look forward to this Saturday. Marcos comes back with our dinner. He buys me dessert as well, a McFlurry. Even McFlurries are somehow better here than back home: I enjoy my last night with Marcos. It was totally tranquilo. Sex was fun, again. No comment from Marcos on the new bruises he has found on my body. Life is good. Even if my tally is not: Sauna: 0 Laziness: 1 Hot boy tour of the city: 2 Act of god: 1

I did not know that this was a thing. Must check on it next time I am in SP. I am reliving my trip with what i write here, and my writing makes me also want to board the next plane to SP. I had so much fun. Thanks. You got the gist of why I do travel the way I do. I've met so many friends with this method. The problem is they want to see you again next trip, but all you want is to meet others. But its a good problem to have. Muito obrigado amigo. I am wondering now why I did not get the "arab" when I was there. He is indeed yummy. I will try to get him next time. Apologies if it was not clear. This was a trip that concluded 3-4 weeks ago. I do not have the time while I am there to write this.