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Pre-Christmas days – My Time with Old Faithful I was kind of bummed about the turn of events with Diego. I could have just faked it, and would have gotten the benefits of having an attractive and sexy companion at the apartment, who didn’t mind my sauna visits, and gave me the love and attention that only a Brazilian can. But one must not toy with actual feelings and emotions, as some of us here in this forum sometimes forget: that the boys are capable of having feelings in the first place. But I am reminded that I am in Rio de Janeiro, and if you find yourself lonely in Rio, it is your damn fault. So I message Lucas, the stallion I went out with in this post, to accompany me for a couple of days. Lucas checks so many boxes (young, handsome, tall, lean-muscular, super hung), but the one thing you can rely on him is that he is one of those perfect boyfriend-for-hire guys that can give you the boyfriend experience that you would want. He has known me for a few years now so he knows how to deliver it for sure. And the perfect thing is, there are no strings attached, and I can get all the love and attention a love-smitten boyfriend would shower me with, for an oh-so-worth-it price of 400 reais a day. That is 69 dollars in today’s exchange rate. Even the price is perfect lol. Lucas arrives a little after 2 PM on this Monday. He hugs me warmly when he gets to the apartment, still towering over me with his 6’4 wonder. He tells me that he needs to get in the shower real quick because he was sweating profusely to and from the Metro, and it was a scorcher at almost 90 degrees today. After 5 minutes he got back to me, just in his skimpy briefs, all fluffed and hard. After all this time with him, I have now him well-trained. He is game for just about anything I throw at him, and he admits that he allows some things to happen with me that he usually doesn’t with others. I have seen him evolve through the years, from my first programa with him being satisfactory but mechanical, to him evolving to a sensual, passionate friend. And we catch up again, giving me updates about his pandemic and programas and his day job. He was the first people I met up with on my first weeks back in the pandemic when Brazil reopened, and I must hand it to him, he has weathered this pandemic with a combination of keeping his day job, enough fixed clients to keep him afloat, and actually being busy because of his appeal. His Instagram is usually full of trips around Brazil and even to other countries (that still accept Brazilians). He is doing just fine. He also cums like faucet, which is always a sight to see. He also has no pretenses with accompanying me to the sauna. And since it is Monday, with 117 closed, it was 202 for us today. As we get our keys, we get a preview of 202’s holiday schedule: I have told Lucas that while he is in the sauna with me to keep company, he can get customers too if anyone fancied him. Why not, since I will be trying to get some boys to have some fun anyway, might as well be efficient and get Lucas some work. But Lucas said no. He said he is not in the headspace to build the inertia to sell himself in a sauna setting, as it has been a while since he has done it, but also because he just hates 202, and never really want to go here to sell himself. So as we settle down to our seats by the stage area, I notice that the sauna is slow, like it always seems to be on a Monday night. There were probably 5 clients I can see, and double that the amount of boys, and none of which I felt I got to have right away. Invariably, this happens when my present arm candy at the sauna is hotter than all the boys in the sauna. I tend to compare them to the one I am with at the moment. Thank goodness at least, there was a show today: Some minutes before the show started, I notice a tall young moreno in gym wear. You know, Nike shorts, Nike t-shirt and Nike tennis shoes. Not really in a towel like the rest of the boys. He was sitting at a table across from us, idly looking at the current people milling about, not really approaching anyone. He would drift in and out of sleep sometimes, and finally laid down on the bench and closed his eyes. His shirt hiked up a little bit, and his long legs draped on the floor. Nice abs, long legs. Could be something. I guess maybe he was trying to make a sale with me but was trying this way. He did stand out because he was fully clothed. I tell Lucas to see if he can talk to the boy and get him to sit with us. And indeed, the boy does. He sits right next to me as Lucas sits on my opposite side. He asks for beer. He seems aloof. After I pry a few more words out of him, he warms up. Tells me about where he is from. He tells me his age (young!) and then tells me a few more details about him that makes me realize that he is a little bit more going for him than I initially thought. I am the soul of discretion so I will not divulge here those details. But they were every bit as juicy and as interesting as this boy is turning up to be. After the show (great drag queen and great strippers), I have him get a suite for us. As I take the boy upstairs, Lucas assures me that he will be fine just waiting at the table, chugging his beers and talking to some of the boys who knew him. At the suite, the boy disrobes and heads to the bathroom with no comment, to shower. Unfortunately... he ended up probably the worst programa I have ever had in Brazil. And yes I am counting that time a boy shat on my dick while I was inside him and he was sitting on me at Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte. This boy didn’t have the passion, nor the hard dick, nor the anything else that could even make me cum, let alone hard. He just went through the motions, hoping it would be over soon. And what a pity. He was very cute, with a rocking bod. But looks will only take you so far, and for me, it was not far enough. 150 reais. It was the agreed upon price. Back at the apartment I tell Lucas about the programa. He told me that he sensed that the guy was going to be a dud, but didn’t say anything. And Lucas, being Lucas, made it up to me, even if he didn’t need to. He rocked my world that night. Tuesdays however, are great at 117. I guess this was their best night, right? And they have stuff planned for the holidays: And inside was indeed festive. It was definitely a fry cry from the slow 202 yesterday. The place was packed with wall-to-wall muscle that I just can’t contain my excitement. Lucas was amazed too, and didn’t realize that 117 could be this busy again. “Maybe I should start going back to sauna work again.” He tells me. And indeed it was busy for him too. There were a number of clients roaming the halls of 117. The place was alive and ready for Christmas. I should probably be spreading some Christmas cheer around here, and by cheer I mean cold hard reais. And the boys didn’t waste time. No sooner than Lucas and I sitting down at the smoking area, one of those typical 117 muscle gods approached me. I have never seen him before, here or in any other sauna. His name was Anderson, and he was a white Brazilian. He was about 5’10, late 20s, and has the classic, most probably steroided, muscular body. The chest was insane, and abs for days, and he was wearing stylish gym shorts that definitely made him stand out from the other steroided gods milling around. I ordered beer for him, and over a course of his beer, he proceeded to tell me what he would do to me if he got me into a suite. I’ve never heard this kind of sell job before, but it was working. After his second beer, I take him to reception to get a suite key, condom and lube. After 10 minutes of waiting, and the line behind us was growing, we get our suite. He wasted no time and he takes off all his clothes. Yowza, the cock definitely is Brazilian. He kissed very well for sure, but soon he was shouting orders at me. “Suck my dick!” “Rim my ass!” “Stroke my balls!” He certainly wanted to get worked on. And he was pretty dominant as well. Not my thing, but if a muscular god was doing this to you, you just do it. He managed to get me to bottom for him, and it was actually pretty good. Towards the end, he asked if I wanted him to cum. I said yes. Took the cost up to 300 reais, but what the heck right? Came a little, probably has cum once before today. Totally worth it. I got back to Lucas in time for the show to start. Overall, it was a pretty festive Christmas-y show, with two strippers and three drag queens. The room was standing room only and everyone was having a good time. While the show was going on, I notice a younger muscular guy trying to get my attention. He looked nice and all, but once he caught me looking at him, and he immediately smiled. Wow, that smile. 1000 watts. He knew that was one of his strong suit for sure, apart from his giant biceps and chest of course. I wave a hand to motion to him to sit with me. Rodrigo. Prazer. He asked for a Heineken. He smelled amazing up close. And weirdly enough he liked smelling me for some reason. After acknowledging Lucas, he drew close, put my left leg on top of his right leg, and spent the rest of the show entwined with me. At the group drag show at the end, I ask him if he could get a suite for us, in case there was a line. 15 minutes later he gets back with the keys and condoms. He takes my hand and leads me to the suite in the basement level. He takes off his towel, and he helps me out of my clothes as well. His body is amazing, and his tan was popping except for a tan line in the shape of a skimpy speedo. That was hot. We spent some time standing up, kissing each other, necking and sucking nipples, jerking each other off. We spent some time in that position, all the while making small talk about our lives. It helped that he was close to my height. He agreed to bottom, and preferred getting on all fours as a first position to get used to it. After which we do it missionary style, my favorite because of easy access to kissing and to my bottom’s cock. But of course the number once reason to do it in this position was I can see his oh-so-pretty face. It was pretty. He smiled a lot. I came buckets with just the sight and sensation of this guy. 200 reais. Overall, I’d say that this is as good as I’ve ever seen 117 in a while. Great choice of guys, with satisfying sex, and great overall sauna atmosphere. Lucas even said he had fun, and it didn’t seem that he was waiting for me finish my programas at all. We have midnight pizzas delivered at the apartment. He came in my mouth to wash the pizzas down. Next… Christmas!!!

Now it is arund $2200 biz class tickets. Still a good price but almost double what I bought. The guilt is real, for me at least. In this pandemic, I do not post anything on social media because there is a lot of travel shaming out there. And I think of myself as someone who adheres to mask mandates and other mitigation measures known to man. Except when it comes to Brazil. So there is nothing I can do but just keep my head low, go about my business with the minimum of fuss, and hope that i don't catch the disease after hobnobbing with people who expose themselves to a large number of people as part of the job. My risk-taking has awarded me with some of my best travel experiences ever, which is kind of weird considering the shit-show we were (are?) in. LOL. Thanks @nubiox. I doubt i will win any awards for this slut-writing that I do. But i appreciate the praise, and it was nice meeting you in real life. Maybe i'll write about it Horny and jealous - a dangerous combination lol. You have met two of them, and in different continents! Friendship with an ex is rare, I feel. But when it works, it works really well, I think. Come for the Tomcal, stay for the Numazu. I've heard that a couple of times now lol. @Lucky yes white space is so good, It is hard enough to read a wall of text on a computer screen. Thanks for the reminder! I think the not being known in their town and going to Rio to work is not isolated to Curitibanos. the weird thing is, working at the saunas is probably the best way for them to stay anonymous if they work as a GP. Having an ad on a website, for example, exposes them to being found out, as a friend has found out the hard way. I have not encountered Henrique, though he sounds lovely and I would like to meet him. Nor Andrea, sorry. And yes, who doesn't love a slight boy with a third leg so big that you are concerned that they will faint with all the blood rushing to their enormous cocks when they get hard.

Pre Christmas days – The Ghost of Rio Past Part 2 It always happens this way, doesn’t it? As time passes, and you get reminded about a past relationship, at some point, you only remember the good parts. You somehow forget why you broke up in the first place. And then you try to rekindle the romance, expecting only the good parts reemerge, but if neither of you have changed, and all the niggling details that led to the downfall of your relationship slowly creep back up to the surface, the outcome will be the same. But the thing is, both of us have changed. He is not the same Garoto de Programa that I fell in love with all those years ago. On some things, he has changed for the better – gone is the drug use, the binge drinking, the anger issues. But with that, the excitement mostly has gone away as well – the crazy sex, the reckless abandon. This Diego iteration was almost boring, which is not his fault. I guess after a lifetime of instability and selling one's body, one should aspire to be as boring and predictable as the rest of us. I do respect and admire his change in his outlook in life. But I have also changed as well. I am not a babe in the Brazil woods anymore. I’ve appreciated Diego’s guiding hand in my first year into discovering Brazil, helping me with Portuguese, introducing me to the culture and the people and other idiosyncrasies that is seen through his eyes. But these few days with him have made me realized that I have moved on from what Diego had to offer. It was nice though to be spending the non-sauna hours with him. And he has given me his take on how the coronavirus has changed his life here in Rio. He has seen a lot of people lose their jobs and gone to desperate places. He tells me that he is lucky that he and his family are in the restaurant biz, and people still need food in the pandemic, so that at least guaranteed him not going hungry. He said that if he stuck with being a GP, and with the saunas closing for a good part of 2020, he might not have made it. As we go have lunch one of the days I was with him, the TV that was showing the news in the restaurant reminds me that COVID is still very much a thing here: But Copacabana, and the rest of Rio, seemed to be determined to go into the summer season in a celebratory mood, seemingly unbothered by all this sickness and death. Rio actually is helping me forget all this a depressing stuff as well. I do not think I am going to get sick here. And why would I? The beaches are hopping and full, the water is warm, and the saunas are filled with clients and boys eager for a good time. Definitely delusional thinking on my part, but too late to worry about it now that I am in the soup. It was Saturday today, and I tell Diego that I wanted to check out 117 later. He agreed to it but told me that Lions had a birthday party today for their DJ, Dudu, his friend, and he wanted to go after 117 to greet Dudu his parabens. So we get to 117 at 6 PM so I can get scratch my muscle boy itch for the day. We get to 117, and as usual Diego gets recognized by everyone. After some catching up, we finally get to go downstairs to leave our valuables in the locker. Immediately upon entering, I got reminded on why 117 was my favorite sauna in Rio. There it was, the wall-to-wall muscle-bound boys that left me gobsmacked in my first trip to Brazil, chronicled here. The slow days of Rio during the pandemic are over. It was back. Hopefully for good. Diego opted not to change into a towel, citing that he has stopped his cycle of “anabolizantes” a long time ago, so his muscles are not up to snuff anymore for this place. I gave him a kiss, telling him that to me, he could give these boys a run for their money. Which was true. He was trimmer, less muscles popping, but the Brazilian genetics was still in place for him, so the abs, the chest, the tone, all were still there. As we made our way through the corridor and into the main stage area, it was amazing the amount of boys available. As we sit down for drinks, I told Diego that there was almost too many boys. Too many is almost as bad as too few. Noone stands out, and everyone seems to blend in into the crowd. It was hard to pick one that would stand out. I was ready to randomly throw darts and just pick one, any one, until I lock eyes on one guy. I recognized the guy from somewhere, but I could not put my finger on it. He was tall, strapping, handsome. He had a lean face with carefully coiffed hair. He was a mix of a lot of things, as most of them are, but he was light-skinned, and with just the right amount of tattoos that accentuates his muscles. And then it occurred to me: he was one of the four strippers that had a dance at Lions yesterday. I remembered that he was the best out of the four I saw, and the body was perfection – not an ounce of fat, an 8-pack, and ample ass and cock to complete the package. From his Instagram: I wave him over and after acknowledging Diego, he sits right next to me. I commented on his stripper performance yesterday, to break the ice. He laughs and thanks me. That smile. I tell him that I usually don’t see strippers do the rounds at the sauna. He tells me that it is a rarity for him as well, but said that Christmas was coming, and he needs to get enough money fast to give his family a good Christmas feast. He says he has some fixed clients as well but just needed the money to come in the next few days. He was warm, and forthcoming, and made me a Diego feel like we were talking to a friend. I was sold. I tell him to get a suite for us. For a stripper with crazy muscles, he was very down to earth. He was also very generous with his body. And he was passionate. I’ve always have some reservations with getting strippers to do programas. Maybe they are all for show and not much else. Not this guy. Maybe going into these things with lower expectations helped, but he was doing his part to dispel this notion I had with strippers. Maybe I’ll give more a try. Sufficed to say that I explored all the nooks and crannies of his perfect body, and he showed more attention to mine that I thought it deserved. We both came. I was in heaven. 350 reais for such an experience. I will be going back for more. After the programa, Diego was worried. I indeed took my time with the stripper. We get our things and walk the 10 minutes from 117 to Lions, to join the birthday party already in progress: There was free food and some free beers in the premises: And we enjoyed an hour of drag queen performance after drag queen performance, giving Dudu his tribute. We left at 11 PM, and from what I understood, the show went on for another hour, for a total of 3 hours. That seems a lot but it was a night of celebration. The next day, Sunday, we decided to check out Ponte 202. We got to the sauna and find that it was closed: I was kind of surprised, but I guess they close on Sundays now. We race to Gloria to go to 117. Less boys today, but still had enough boys to strike my fancy. And fancy turned into this lean built guy who had the confidence and swagger that attracted me to him (and probably qualities that I missed from Diego, who is now a little boring and stable). Upon talking to him, I find out that he was a porn star at Hotboys. He grabbed my phone to google his name and he showed me his oeuvre of fine quality naked video work. From the amount of videos I guess he was a popular top, and by the look of his exertions on video, he seems to know what he is doing, and how to use is 9.5 inch (24 cm) dick: At the suite, he was all what his videos promised, and coupled with a playful and happy disposition, made it an enjoyable programa. And he knew how to prime me before getting to take his giant cock, as he rimmed like he was liking it, and got me warm enough for the deed. I came while he was in me, another first in a sauna suite. 200 reais. Money well spent. Epilogue So before this 117 visit, since it was Sunday, it was family day for most Brazilians, and Diego was no exception. We were invited to have a late lunch with Diego’s family. Which meant a 1.5 hour Uber ride further inland into the interior of Rio. Diego’s family’s house was modest, as most favela dwellings are. I got to meet a lot of relatives and friends, and the beer was flowing. Diego was very open with the PDA and kisses which threw me a little bit. But he was determined to show me that he was not ashamed anymore. It was my turn to be ashamed I guess. Not with the overt gayness that was displayed, but because I was pretending to reciprocate his affections. I did not want a love relationship with him anymore, even if he was eager to get into one with me again. I have just moved on. Otherwise, though, the food was amazing, and I appreciated every bit of hospitality that was given to me: Diego had a lovely family, and my mastery (or lack thereof) of Portuguese was indeed tested in this 3 hour lunch. But afterwards, after we were in the Uber on the way back to Copacabana, and Diego lays down his head on my lap, and as it raced to a closed Ponte 202, I realized that I had to nip this in the bud, before Diego overstayed his welcome, and Diego would further assume that we were together again. After 117, and at the apartment, Diego and I have the heart to heart that we never had when we were together. After a few tears, and a lot of laughter, we get into an understanding. It is better that we say goodbye now, before feelings got in the way. They already have, as it turned out. He stays the night. He leaves first thing in the morning. Next… I’m free!!! Not really, but still, a slut can dream.

I was conflicted on whether to continue with this thread in the midst of the worsening COVID outlook in Brazil. Not even able to pursue a competent response to the pandemic has been deadly to the country, and as I left Brazil a few days ago, I saw that even Rio de Janeiro, which was fairly resistant to any kind of lockdown since things reopened in mid-2020, having to shut down till April 4th. A report, if you are interested: And I felt particularly guilty because as I see the USA kicking ass in terms of vaccination against the virus, I get message after message from friends and boys back in Brazil, ranging from slight irritation because of the lockdowns and the lack of parties, to desperation because the saunas are closed and therefore their main source of income is cut off. I am scheduled to go back in the latter half of April, and I have no idea if the COVID situation would be any better by then. I do hope so. But I guess that is the point, is all I can do is hope right now. And by continuing on with this thread, I feel that I am continuing that hope for myself, and maybe for others that are waiting patiently to go back as well, and who are not as willing to take the risks I have taken since August of last year. If my risk-taking seems too much for you, maybe read this thread after everything is back to normal, as we all hope it would, eventually. Pre Christmas days – The Ghost of Rio Past I have now spent the last 3 Christmases and the New Years in South America, and this year 2020, even with the pandemic still very much a thing, was no different. And can you blame me? Exchanging the cold weather and the bulkier clothes, for a much hotter, more festive, and much more naked atmosphere is a no brainer. And Christmas means family to a most Brazilians, and I was not going to pass up an invitation by an ex-boyfriend to spend Christmas dinner with his sister and her family. In my previous trip earlier in December, I was contacted by an ex who happened to be in SP too. This ex has the special distinction of being my very first boyfriend who lived in Brazil. We dated for six months, and in that time, being my formative months in my Brazil trips, I’ve probably learned the most about Brazil, and Brazilians, from him. There are many advantages of dating a Brazilian - the giant cock, the insatiable appetite for sex, the patented zest for life, but with that come some faults – the famous temper, the fire within that burns you at both ends, the obsessiveness. The relationship ended because the endless fights just became untenable for both of us. But he was a good guy, and has a good heart, and when he reached out almost two years after we ended, I was eager to reconnect. I’ve talked about him, Diego, here and here. He was a Garoto de Programa when I met him. He was one of those Brazilians who had an interesting racial mix that was fairly common in Brazil, and who unfairly got most of the best parts of each race – fair skin that tanned easily, light green eyes that called attention, a desire for physical activity that resulted in a perpetually fit body, and a cock that would only have descended from his… ahem… darker-skinned ancestors. The one fault, which is not really a fault, but one he hates, is his curly hair. He gets his hair straightened with blonde highlights, almost weekly when he was working as a boy. But now, having quit the GP life for a year, he has let go of this conceit, tho he maintains his hair close cropped, which suits him. He said he had to quit the GP life. The money was good, but also deadly. He earned a lot so he spent a lot – most of the time on girls and drugs and booze. The fast life caught to him eventually, health-wise, so he had to quit the whole GP life altogether. He lives now with his family, helping out with the family business. Little money, but comes with little problems, and less stress. He insisted on picking me up at the airport as I arrived in Rio, which he has never done before. As I exited the arrivals area, there he was, smiling from ear to ear. He met me halfway, and kissed me squarely in the lips, in front of everyone. When I first dated him, he was pretty clear that no one was to know publicly that we were together. He said at the beginning of our relationship that one of the advantages of dating me was I could pass as his friend in public because we didn’t look too far in age. That both flattered me (I look young!) and horrified me (he is ashamed to be seen as gay!), but I was willing to overlook that. But here he was, practically humping my leg, as we make our way to the Uber level in Galeao airport. This was indeed a change. But I made him aware that I had a boyfriend already (see thread), and also I fully intended to go to the saunas while I was in Rio, but told him that he could keep me company and could stay with me as long as I was in Rio. He said he didn’t mind going to the saunas with me, and actually would relish seeing friends from his past life there. Upon arrival at the AirBNB at Copacabana, since he was Brazilian, it was physically impossible for him to keep his shirt on. The sight of him shirtless of course was too much to bear for me. So with the shirt came the pants as well. He takes off my own clothing too, and it took all my strength to go to the bathroom to take a shower first (I was after all coming from a long flight from the USA, so I had to clean up). He joined me there to start the fun. What came next well… let’s just say we made up for lost time. A shower, then lunch at one of the nearby restaurants, we of course went to the beach afterwards. Not even 2 hours in Rio and I already had sex, eaten feijoada, and had my caipirinha in Copacabana beach. Welcome to Brazil: Diego and I got to catch up further at the beach. And after the beach, it was almost 6 PM. So my usual afternoon nap after a flight did not happen. So I just downed a couple cans of Red Bull to get through the evening. Diego and I discussed what sauna we should go. Diego recommended going to Lion’s tonight, since he said Friday nights were Lion’s best night. I told him I was not particularly fond of that sauna, but since I had a week of freedom in Rio, I guess I can try to go there. There was a nice crowd inside when we got there. Thank goodness. Lots of customers with lots of drinks, and some boys milling about as well. Looks like the holiday crowd has descended upon Rio. This was definitely a change from motnhs ago, when the Rio saunas were dead. The boys that Lions attracts usually are too boy-next-door for me, but I could see tonight that there were some promising boys that I could see going out with. Diego was still holding his own too, as it was obvious the regular clients and some boys knew him. He was saying hi to some clients and boys in the premises, as well as the staff at Lions. As the night, and the booze, got on, he had some pretty juicy gossip about the staff, boys, and even some clients present, to share with me, which made the evening more enjoyable. And he assured me that I could just call on any boy I wanted and he would just remain where he was, waiting for me to finish. The show started, and it was pretty elaborate. There was a total of 4 strippers tonight, and 6 drag queens, which to me felt like a big production. In between the 3rd and 4th drag queens, I noticed a nice young-looking moreno walk past us. He was trying to get my attention, of course, and I took the bait and called him over to sit with us. His body was to die for. Nice tone arms, 8 ack abs, nice chest, and the cutest smile. Big plump ass. Smooth all over. He was 23 (the magic age), and was very generous with his body to just show me what he was about. He guided my hand under the towel to get a feel of his cock. “Sou versatile” he says the magic words. I was sold. I tell Diego I will be right back. At Lion’s, while the downstairs stage and bar area are renovated, the upstairs suites were not, and were kind of run down. It will do the job, however. The boy gets me the suite keys and some condoms and lube. We entered the suite, and the boy excuses himself and asks if he could shower and get clean. I could not argue with that. I lay down on the bed to wait. A few minutes later, he was ready, emerging from the bathroom naked, smelling amazing, and hard. He takes my clothes off and immediately sits on my groin to start of. He leans down to kiss me, deeply. This boy knows what he is doing. When it comes to these programas, I can be game for anything. Sometimes I am game for worshiping a muscle god, sometimes I like getting serviced and let the boy earn his programa money. But the sweet spot for me is a boy who was equal parts into getting you into him, as he is getting into you. He sucked me, I sucked him. He rimmed me and I rimmed him. When it came to the main course, I opted to top him, but he called the shots, riding me and calling the shots and making the thrusts. I was so turned on that I came while he was thursting on me up and down, a rarity for me. “Leite?” he asks. Of course, I answer. He gets off my dick, feeds his still hard cock on my mouth, pulls out, and then jacks off. 30 seconds later he shoves his dick back into my mouth and comes inside. Wowza. He kisses me afterwards, our kiss was a mix of saliva and some of his cum that I did not swallow. He takes the condom from my cock and disposes of it, and cuddles with me in the bed. We exchange some pleasantries and get to know each other, and we exchange numbers as well. 200 reais. After a shower to de-whore myself, I was back in Diego’s arms. He playfully puts his hand on my crotch and asks me if the boy was good. I kiss him and told him he was good. We enjoy the rest of the evening watching the show and having more beers. We get home and after laying down with Diego in bed, I immediately fall asleep. I was exhausted. I wake up in the middle of the night, with a naked Diego snoring next to me. This was going to be a good trip. Next, 117, 202, and more Lions.

I thought I’d put this placeholder thread for now until my current trip is finished, which is going to be soon. The good news: after a rough few months after Brazil opened up to the world last July, where the Rio saunas were ghost towns with few boys, and even fewer clients, I’d like to report that Rio is back. Probably not as “back” as it was pre-pandemic, with the wall-to-wall muscle in 117, and crazy parties in 202, but “good enough” to spend time in. As it is, the picking are slim in the pandemic, and I am thankful that there are options in Rio at all. This is because as Brazil opened up to foreign visitors at the end of July 2020, I found that Sao Paulo was the place to be, with even boys from Rio flocking to Lagoa because the tourists numbers was still low in Rio. As 2020 drew a close however, Rio gathered strength, and now, with the city of Sao Paulo’s numerous openings and closings and Fragata, the once-promising alternative to Lagoa opening to some fan-fare, and then slowly slid into a whimper to its (temporary?) closure in December, I was also able to visit other Brazilian cities with the new boyfriend, as chronicled in the previous thread I started last year, and still need to complete. In this thread, I’ll report about my experiences in Rio over the holidays, and in the 3 months after. And since I spent the New Year in Fortaleza, I’ll report about that too. Putting aside the obvious horrible stuff that has happened during the pandemic (so far), I’d say that I was able to take advantage of the low tourist numbers, discounted hotel and AirBNB prices, and the bargain basement airfare to Sao Paulo and Rio from the USA. This is a unique point of our history, and oddly enough due to the “work from home” mode that the majority of us have adopted to mitigate the spread of the COVID, I was able to spend the majority of my (post-July 2020) time, in Brazil. And I won’t expand on the mountain of risks I have been taking (and continue to take) with venturing out to this country, I have been lucky enough to have kept my health, and my sanity, in check. I hope it keeps up that way. So here I am, in the last leg of the trips I’ve taken that will be chronicled in this trip report. This trip was made possible because last Janaury, I was able to book three speculative flights into the future, all at $1200 business roundtrip, not knowing if I can make all the flights in the dates I’ve booked them at, but since the prices are so low, and with the elimination of change fees at least this year, I’d say the risk of losing my money from these bookings are low. But it now March 2021, and the second wave (third? fourth?) is upon Brazil, which is extra concerning because even with all the lessons and trials we all have learned and endured in this pandemic, Brazil meanwhile, seems to have regressed somewhat, back to a scary time in the pandemic. Regardless, I am still soldiering on and flying into to the belly of the beast, so the question was just what Brazilian city will I go to next. I see city after city announce their lockdown plans, and mine and BF’s plans to spend a week in Sao Paulo, has been wrecked by Sao Paulo’s super duper serious pandemic phase: And Lagoa of course has to comply, and is closed at least to the 30th of March: But Rio de Janeiro, being Rio de Janeiro, even with some sort of lockdown, is still semi-open. There is just something about Rio that really can’t get shut down. With notices from Lion’s and 202 on their Instagram, and the notice at the door at 117: Which means diverting my flight, and AirBNB rentals, to a stay in Rio. Armed with my RT-PCR test, I took the United Sao Paulo flight from Houston, which was half-empty, and then the flight from Sao Paulo to Santos Dumont in Rio was filled to the gills. And the ultimate sign of the times was a dedicated COVID testing area at the mezannine floor at International terminal at Terminal 3 in Guarulhos. And the place looked busy: Another sign of the times: greeting me in Rio was a cute masked Azul mascot: though the mask does look ill-fitting. Speaking of masks, everyone in the airport was wearing masks, and the Uber ride had me and the driver wear masks the whole ride, but there was a lot of mask-less people milling around the streets of Copacabana where my AIrBNB was. So please be patient, I will continue this thread when this current trip is over (and it’ll be soon). Next, a December to remember.

So I just presented this email to the airline reps when checking in, and when at the actual gate on the actual flight to Brazil (not on the domestic connection to the actual flight, if you had one, as I did on flight to Miami beforehand): They just checked the name, document number, and the date and time the email was received. That's it. I also saved my answers to the ANVISA questions to a PDF (in case I needed it), but this was not needed. In case others are wondering, here is the link to the ANVISA page if you need it yourselves: https://formulario.anvisa.gov.br/

I just got back to Rio today... got the RT-PCR in California last Tuesday... paid $120 to expedite the results, and got the results in 8 hours (that night), for a flight on Thursday night. The airline people do seem to check the dates of the test results so they adhere to 72 hours. This is a requirement only to get on a flight to Brazil. At immigration in GIG, they didn't ask for anything, one stamp and I was on my way. On another note, I was at 117 tonight, and a guy who I have never met before approached me and told me "I think I know who you are." I guessed that he knew me from my writings here, and was actually surprised that I was that descriptive on my physical apperance as well as my choices in the sauna in my writings, for just anyone to guess who I am if they saw me in real life. It was a scary thought. But the cat's out of the bag now, so I can't do anything about this. And even though I was soon dripping with embarassment because he told me what he thought about my writings here (he liked it!), he began lamenting that he would never be able to read them again. Of course I asked why, since it is a public forum and anyone can read what was written here. He told me that he never really signed up for an account here, and found the 10 post minimum to be a barrier to his passive involvement in the site. I told him that I was eager to write again about the trips I've been taking these past month, but told him admittedly that the smaller reading audience gives me some pause on whether it was worth it to do so. I encouraged him to create an account and post to get access to my "blog writings". He didn't think he would, he said, and we just left it at that. I did appreciate the compliments he gave to my crazy ramblings, and felt it is a shame that he won't be enjoying these going forward. He asked me if I could just go ahead and start a personal blog so that everyone can see these again, and he had other suggestions for me that I am truly going to think about. At the end of the day, this is not my forum, and I feel lucky that we still have this venue to get this info and to be able to live vicarioulsy through others. And since I have the fortune to actually know @TotallyOzand count him as a friend, in real life, I know that his reasons on these changes are justified. I will probably continue the writing here, even with the smaller audience, as it is in the process of writing, not the actual amount of eyeballs that get to read it, that give me the most joy out of the process. P.S. Holy fucking god, it is a buyer's market here. As in 10 boys to one client tonight... More on this... someday.

The B Word: Sao Luis Edition – Something is Better than Nothing Everyone knows that there is more to Brazil than just Sao Paulo or Rio de Janeiro. I do not have anything against these two amazing cities - and if I don’t visit any other Brazilian cities in my life other than these two, I’d be more than content. But all the “bests” I’ve had ever in my short 3-year Brazil touring experience has been out of RJ and SP: best sauna night (TBV in Recife), best road trip (Gramado in Rio Grande do Sul), best AirBNB experience (a party house in Florianopolis), best churrasco (a restaurant in Joinville, Santa Catarina), best Acai dish (an ambulante near the Amazonas Theatre in Manaus) etc etc. That’s not to say that all Brazilian cities are a must to go to. I’ve always wanted to EVENTUALLY visit all the states in Brazil. So far I’ve been to 15 out of 26, which seems remarkable since I’ve only started going in 2018. So when Paulo asked me if I wanted to go with him to Sao Luis, Maranhao, because he had some family matters to attend to, I jumped on the chance to go, since I have never been to Maranhao state. And when he said there was one boy sauna he knew of that was in Sao Luis, and we could check it out, it made the trip more enticing to me. But other than knowing that Maranhao state has the famous Lencois Maranhenses National Park, I didn’t know much about Sao Luis, and upon reading about it online, learned that it is a city of a million people that is staddled between the Northeastern cities of Brazil in the east, and the Amazonian parts of Brazil in the west. Sounds like the middle of nowhere to me, but it did have a beach, and a sauna, and with Paulo by my side, I won’t have any qualms exploring the city. We got to Sao Luis around midnight, after a frantic dash to the airport to make our flight (never have sex before a flight – time flies when you’re having fun). Without dinner or anything, we decided on getting Uber Eats/iFood at the AirBNB. One of the few blessings in this pandemic is that food delivery in Brazil has thrived by leaps and bounds, more than pre-pandemic times, and we would never be hungry. But not in Sao Luis, it seems. We try to put in an order at around 1 AM, and Uber did not have any drivers available. I guess the town shuts down pretty early, in this weekday night. A far cry from SP or RJ, where you can seemingly get anything at any time. So a bit about Sao Luis – in the map, its in the middle of the Northeastern region, where Salvador and Recife are, and is defined by beaches, warm waters, and 24 hour sunlight, and the Northern region, where Manaus and the Amazon is, and is defined by tropical rainforests, mosquitoes, and hot hot temps. And indeed, it seems to inherit some parts of both regions, and it doesn’t do any of it well. It has beaches, but uninspired ones. It has hot weather, but it seems to be Amazon hot (with mosquitoes!) rather than Northeast hot (with a relaxing wind that takes away the sting of the sun). And the infrastructure seems to be crumbling, like what I found in Manaus, than what you see in Recife, for example. I wouldn’t classify this city as a must-go. But we were here because the BF needed to take care of some family business. We spent most of the waking daylight hours (which is usually after 1 PM for us – it takes us forever to get out of bed) in government agencies and banks, including this branch of Bradesco with a particular inviting ad with world-reknowned hottie surfer Gabriel Medina. It does make me want to open an account here. Some other oddities: We had sushi at a restaurant called Taipan in a shopping mall, and there was an oddly high ratio of gay men among the clientele in the restaurant. Paulo felt uneasy, because he was (again) easily head and shoulders the hottest guy there, and everyone was checking him out like in the sauna. For Paulo, it was one thing to get checked out in the sauna, but in public, he does want to be left alone. But we got confirmation that, on this Friday night, this restaurant was a bit of an informal hot spot for the gays. Whatever. It was weird. And it was the first time I’ve ever found these training wheels for chop sticks: The food and beaches were kind of meh for us, but we tried out best to enjoy what was in front of us. The saving grace however, were the bars by the beach at night. Live music, including some of the best Reggae live music we’ve ever heard. This was not an accident. Sao Luis is known as the “Brazilian Jamaica” after all, for some reason. We didn’t know this at the time of the trip, but was surprised that this was actually a thing here in Sao Luis. We had a blast anyway. There was one sauna in Sao Luis, Sauna Go 63. It follows the proud tradition of naming your sauna after the street number your establishment is in. In Rio, you have Clube 117 (Rua Candido Mendes) and Ponte 202 (Rua Siquiera Campos). Also, SP has Fragata 555 (Rua Traipu) and Salvador has Clube 11 (Rua Jose Duarte). It was across the bridge from the Beach of Sao Marcos where we were. It in the “Centro Historico” part of town, and it felt as such, as it was a bumpy ride getting there, with all the potholes and crumbling infrastucture around us. This was a Friday night, and upon entering the premises, we were immediately questioned by a guy sitting behind a table right at the entrance way. Turns out, he was a health advocate, and he was there to promote safe sex practices, which was I guess pretty appropriate, given the venue. After a brief chat, and some nosiness about the BF’s and my relationship, we were free to check in the sauna. He was also giving out free condoms, as well as free at-home HIV tests: Upon check-in, we noticed some boys, one half-naked, another naked and cupping his dick, approach the counter to get some condoms. This certainly was a welcome preview of what is to come. As we head on over to the locker room, Paulo was recognized by a tall and big fellow. He was a boy who who recognized Paulo from one of the saunas in Fortaleza. He had dark skin, nice face, but not as in shape as I would like. I’m sure he was cute to someone. We both change in towels. Paulo asked his friend about the lay of the land here. Paulo then requests that he go into the premises alone at first, to suss out the territory himself. “Are you going to find a client?” I asked. He said he wasn’t sure yet, judging from his conversation with his friend (cheap clients), but willing to see the lay of the land first before deciding on whether to work or not. Knowing what to do, and acting accordingly, is important to Paulo when going to a sauna with me. Paulo says that clients are always jealous of other clients, and if he decided to work tonight, we would have to tamp down on the PDA, and maybe even not talk to each other for a bit, until he was sure he was able to get clients. If he decides not to work, he is free to touch, kiss, and be boyfriends with me. He is big on the PDA, and seems like he wants to do it with me, especially in a sauna since it was a more-or-less private space where he is free to be “gay” and not hetero like out in the world, so he has to make these choices. As Paulo makes his way into the premises to assess the client situation, I make my own way into the sauna slowly, and made sure I was able to assess the boy situation. Yes, I was still forbidden in getting any of these boys, but I was free to look, and sometimes I can get away with inviting a boy with me for a drink. It is still worth it for me to be “single” while I am with Paulo, since the benefits (amazing sex, great conversation, hot hot hot boy, seeing Brazil through his eyes), outweighs the pitfalls (no sex with other guys, penis too large and thick). And it’s not like I am a saint when I am not with him, and I am able to roam the saunas, trawl the sites, and hit Grindr, like before. After one or two rotations around the sauna, I am sad to say that I found a total of ONE guy that I would even think of hiring. That ONE guy was obviously super busy and was getting hired by one client after another, since he was the hottest one there. He was handsome, dark skin, and muscular with abs, so he would be a fit in any other sauna in Brazil land. And any boy of equal or better quality surely should take advantage of this in this sauna. There was not a shortage of clients here for sure. The rest of the boys were boy next door types. Good for hanging out and a laugh or two, but noone I cannot live without. After a while, I see Paulo, emerging from the lockers, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He meets me halfway and plants me a big kiss. “I just got one, and I don’t want anyone anymore,” he says. He takes my hand and gets me to the bar, where he orders us two caiprinhas: “What happened?” I asked him. “They kind of suck here in Sao Luis,” he says in a whisper, and then laughs. I asked why. “Clients were offering me 50 reais, and then 70 reais. It was horrible. You know I don’t do it for less than 100.” But you did one client? “Yeah, remember that guy handing out HIV tests? I guess he liked me enough to offer me 120 reais. But he ended up paying me 150. It was fast too. I only had my penis head in him and he came. Easiest 150 I’ve made. And now I am paying for these drinks,” pointing to the two caiprinhas. I guess he was feeling generous with his earnings, and also since tonight was 2 for 1 caipis: Paulo has a theory that the boys here are happy with 50 reais programas, as long as they can get 4 or 5 clients, that works out to 250 reais a night. They run a volume business. Paulo suspects that the hot guy I saw worked the same way. He said he'd be surprised if that guy couldn't be had for 70. Volume is the key, since there were a lot of clients. The clients simply don't pay like they do in SP or RJ. The sauna itself was actually pretty nice. The drinks were suuuuper cheap, and we got some snacks too that were 15 reais: The premises were nice too, and there was a pool that was outdoors, but still in the courtyard of the sauna, so with the hot weather, it was a nice addition, and Paulo took advantage of it by diving in naked, which caused a commotion with some guests: Overall, this was a chill sauna to spend a Friday night in. The space was pretty spacious: And there was a separate dance room that one could dance with one’s partner to the day’s popular hits. As the sauna was closing, the owner approached us and asked for Paulo’s number. He said he knew some “politicos” that would be interested in getting Paulo’s services, and they pay way more than the average sauna goer. Paulo gladly gave him the number. We got stinking drunk too. And our bill was less than 100 reais. Worth it. In closing, I guess I wouldn’t go out of my way to go back to Sao Luis, except if I was on my way to Lencois Maranhenses. But Paulo certainly has a way of livening any location we are in, so it was better than nothing. Up next, Belo Horizonte, during COVID.

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I know you have decided against going to Brazil @MiamiEthan until possibly March, but I thought I'd get my 2 cents in, while it is about 4 PM here in Fortaleza where I am now, and the BF is sleeping at the moment, and soon we shall be hitting the saunas here. Yeah, these months are the sweet spots for cheap biz class flights. In August to October time, the pandemic meant having a whole economy row to yourself to recline and sleep the flight away, but I've found in my flight back in November, and again in December, with the flights getting fuller, I decided that those still cheap biz flights were the way to go, and actually helped my clinch Executive Platinum in American for the first time ever. As for non-sauna activities, plenty to do in rio of course, but be reminded that in pandemic times, a lot of the acitvities are still either closed or scaled back. And sadly, when it rains in Rio, its actually kind of depressing, because of the beaches and such. I've found that winter in Rio (June to August/September) is the perfect time to go, as it is not oppresssively hot, and precipitation is the lowest in the year. I've had my best, and funnest, times in Rio in these months. So maybe its probably best that pospone your trip anyways. I was in Rio last week and there was appreicable sun to enjoy in 3 out of the 9 days I was there. It was glorious when the sun was out, but two-thirds of the time, I was indoors. Have a warm boy to cuddle with at these times, which, quite frankly, is not hard to do there. The best teacher is experience, and all the preparation in the world won't prepare you for what you will encounter in the saunas. i'd say just dive in and enjoy! But to answer your question: Are the folks naked - no. the majority of the people in the sauna have towels wrapped around their waists. The more bold garotos will be jacking off their erect penises to entice punters, and some will give you a flash of the goods, in the guise of adjusting their towels. Some saunas have naked nights, where the boys can get in for free, if they are naked all night, but I've never encountered this in Rio (or SP) saunas. Are the clients naked? Thankfully, no. Again, most are in towels, and some are even in street clothes, except if the sauna require everyone to be in towels (I'm looking at you, Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte). Some boys have a strategy and wear either skimpy undies or gym shorts with no underwear, to help distinguish them from other towel-wearing boys. It works sometimes, if the boy has a big juicy butt that gets obscured by a towel, so undies will accentuate this, or has a big penis even when soft, so thin gym shorts will show the pendulum swinging. TL;DR - most people are in a towel. Safe bet for you, if you want to blend in. No you don't rent a room when you get in, you only do when you are ready to do the dirty with your prince charming. Or in my case, if I needed to join a work conference call while in a sauna. I recommend doing this while a boy gives you a blowjob. Best conference call ever. Room rates depend on the sauna and day and type of room, but generally can go from 20 reais to 60 reais, for 40 minutes to an hour each time. Most of them don't speak English, but nothing beyond what is required in a sauna can't be solved by google translate. The majority of the boys know the basic phrases to ask to get what they need, and it is actually comical when a boy resorts to sign language. Still, this trip, I found a surprising number of GPs I had the pleasure of knowing, actually knowing more than basic english. Which was bad for me because I always want to practice my Portuguese with the locals. I didn't sweat and toil all these years to learn this language, to only speak english while in Brazil. Since you are months away from your trip, I suggest at least knowing some phrases. Sample here: https://www.travelandleisure.com/travel-tips/basic-portuguese-words-phrases-for-travel . I'd also listen to spoken PT on YouTube if you have the time. So at least you know how it sounds like. I do not have experience with Fasano, but its a mixed bag sometimes when it comes to Rio lux hotels. Some hotels don't care about the occasional guest (JW Marriot, Pestana), but some either require the guest to leave their ID at reception, or even insist they be registered with you in the room (Hilton). If you are gonna have parties/orgies at your room with a handful of GPs (and why not right), best be at an AirBNB. There are Rio AirBNBs with english language listings and english speaking hosts. that are in apartment buildings that won't have a problem with guests. Just be vigilant that a listing does not mention "NO GUESTS ALLOWED" in the rules of the house. You don't have to haggle. Say no if you think the price is too high. No boy is irreplaceable. Trust me. 9 times out of 10, they'll haggle down for you. Just (a) agree on the price before the programa and (b) agree on what you expect him to do when in the room, to avoid confusion. I always ask for the price. I am always curious what they think of me, based on the price. But if you have a price per programa in mind (or can afford), don't be afraid to quote it. The worse that can happen is they say no and walk away. Move on. I do hate the favorable exchange rate the dollar has with the real, because I made it rain last week in Rio. And it was not with water. I'd nail down any specific freaky thing you want to be done to you beforehand. I always prefer having the boy to myself when discussing this. Sometimes a boy is embrassed to say he is a bottom, or sucks dick, or pees on command, or whatever else you want out of him, in front of others. And yeah I do like the getting a kissing sample out of them before a programa. I get a sense on how close a boy wants to be with me in that kiss. If you are at all concerned about COVID transmission, then simply delay your trip till after a vaccine at least. I think all the signage and mask wearing of the employees in the saunas is simply theater. There is lots of mitigation while in the general areas of Rio, but in the saunas, noone wears a mask expect the employees, and how would you ever mitigate COVID when you are getting your freak on with a boy? Hazmat suit sex is not appealing. MEEEEEE, but you have postponed your trip to possibly March, so maybe see you then!

Omg. Well let me finish my current trip first and then I’ll post updates lol. Currently I am in Rio and I must say that the saunas are more or less better than earlier in the pandemic. it’s been raining this past week but today it’s glorious. I must say when Rio redeems itself, the results are amazing. Both at the beach and at the saunas. I’ll post a new thread about my Christmas and new year adventures, as well as wrap up this thread (so much to write!), but for now, here’s an Ipanema teeming with gays this sunny Saturday:

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

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

The Site Boys – A Sao Paulo Helping A few weeks ago, I was with a GP from Sao Paulo, Lucas, in a 3 day trip in Rio de Janeiro. He was one of those tanned, super handsome, muscular demi-gods that one gets to know in Brazil, but with an unusually quiet demeanor. We have just exited Point 202, on a weirdly slow Friday night. While we waited for our Uber back to the hotel, we were discussing on how uneven sauna nights are these days. A huge part of it of course was because of the pandemic, and how the depressed tourists numbers led to sometime depressing nights in Rio. Lucas then commented that he found this slowness in the saunas tiring, and wish that he could put an ad on the websites, to expand his client base. I asked him why he couldn’t just do that, and just go to the sauna during busy nights to supplement his income. He said that apart from the fact that he didn’t want his family to know he was a GP (and websites tend to get passed arou d and shared), he said that the internet is forever, and once he put his face, and his penis, out there, it was all over for him, and having the GP reputation will follow him forever. But he did know some boys who had ads in the websites. He said that they have a more regular income than he does, and they can work 24 hours a day, instead of the more limited hours of the sauna. They usually charge a little bit more on the sites than in the sauna, as you had to pay the websites a monthly fee to get listed there, as well as paying a little bit more for a nice apartment to meet clients in. Lucas said when the saunas were closed down due to the pandemic, he knew that the site boys were still getting new customers via the sites, and he had to rely on previous clients that are now his regulars. Overall, while he acknowledged the obvious advantages of having a site of his own, he ultimately does not want his face out there. I am sure there are a sizeable amount of boys that would otherwise treat the sauna as their main medium of selling their wares, but have found, increasingly, that putting their mugs out there on websites is much more advantageous, given how the sauna scene has progressively worsened. Some of you here have commented that the “gods” that previously haunted the old Lagoa have now migrated to the sites, and looking at Garoto Com Local, it hard to argue that this is now where you will mainly find this type of guy: So after bidding farewell to Paulo for now, as he ventures back to Fortaleza to keep working (because it was clear he was not going to be able to work with me tagging along and messing up his focus), and to wait for me in a week (or two) to join him, I spent some more time in Sao Paulo, alone this time, but not for long. I decided to get two guys in Garoto com local today. One for the early afternoon (one advantage of non-sauna procurement), and one for the evening. So I go to the site and look for my prince charming for the moment. While looking at pictures and admiring the effort in getting these together, as well as being pretty pleased with viewing the male anatomy, mostly what you expect, big and hard, this is a poor substitute to picking out company in a sauna. I still miss the social aspect of being in the sauna, which is not only visual, but tactile as well. Having the advantage of touching the merchandise, and talking to them to suss out compatibility, is definitely preferred to doing my due diligence, alone, in a lonely hotel room, under the covers. So I wanted to pick the “perfect” hire. He had to be young (20-25), tall, handsome, light tan (white or pardo), muscular, hung, big cock, and versatile. His ad should have mentions of being a good kisser, and have lots of reviews of him being passionate, as well as mentions of not being a “clock watcher” and no pressure. Having videos is a plus too, as videos are generally non-photoshoppable, so you see the goods in action, as they are. This seems like a tall order, but surprisingly, even with all these exacting requirements, I still had an embarrassingly large amount of choices left. So I had to settle on one of course. Each ad had a pretty convenient easy button that, if you are viewing the ad on your phone, can click and it directly opens up your whatsapp, where you can take the convo from there. Mister Perfect So I try one guy who I thought would tick all the boxes I wanted. The response was pretty quick, and the convo was very efficient: He answered all the compatibility questions I could think of (kiss? Suck? Versatile?), and pretty soon I was booking him to arrive an hour from now. This is like Uber Eats level speed y’all. I was not particularly horny but what the hell right? I was looking at a pretty afternoon alone so this would break up the solitude quite nicely. In 30 minutes he asks me if I could get him an Uber from his place, and it seems that he was 15 minutes from my Paulista AirBNB, and in 20 minutes, Mr Perfect was at the lobby. I meet him at the lobby, and even from afar, he was a looker. He was wearing gym wear, and both shirt and shorts were pretty complementary to his muscular form. He saw me and smiled widely. Darn, really handsome. Manicured beard. Very stylish hair. He meets me halfway and shakes my hand, and then pulls me in for a hug. He smelled good. He is definitely a very carefully constructed piece of perfection who knew how to look the part, and play the part. It took all the strength I had to not tear into him on the elevator ride up. At the room, he took off his shirt, and sat down at the bed. Wowza. Just the right amount of chest hair. Carefully placed tattoos. “Parabens,” I tell him. For what, he asks. I flatter him, telling him how nice I thought he looked, and it obviously takes very hard work to look like that. He smiles. Worth it. He returns the compliment. He then asks why was I standing in the other of the room, away from him. OK fine. What followed was… a pretty satisfactory time with Mr Perfect. Very passionate. Kissed the heck out of me. He sucked and rimmed (and I dd as well). He took his time for sure. When it came to it, he was versatile. Overall it was… perfectly fine. Not to be such a demanding bitch about this. The sex was great for sure. Everything you could ask for, and he even came. In my mouth. But the mechanical proficiency he was doling it out to me lacked the necessary connection for me to fully enjoy it. But you know. It was fine. We talked some more after the deed, and he said yes when I offered to buy him lunch before he left. A quick walk to Shopping Cidade Paulista, and doing a por quilo meal, he shared more about his life, saying that the pandemic has been fairly good for him, and still had a steady amount of clients in the city. His phone was buzzing the whole time we were having lunch, but like any other professional individual, he was careful to not answer it when he was with me. We parted ways after the meal (after a nice hug in the middle of Paulista), and it was 300 reais well spent on a 2 and a half hour meeting. Mister Worker A nap. Then gym. Then a light dinner. As an introvert I relish the quiet moments, even in Brazil. But it was time to get another Garoto com local, but no meu local. I had my eye on a fairly popular pornstar that was listed in the site. I won’t divulge who this guy is but sufficed to say I was more intrigued about talking to him about his life, than having sex with him. Sex would be a part, of course, but sometimes, the story is better than the lay. So I message him, and in a few moments I get responses back: Fairly standard replies, and he even sometimes replied back in English, which was a nice touch. We decide on a 9 PM rendezvous, and as with Mr. Perfect, Mr. Worker was pretty prompt in asking me for an Uber. He lived in Bela Vista, which was fairly close to where I was, so in 6 minutes, I had to fetch him in the lobby. He was very charming, not the typical Adonis that one gets in the sites. But it was his story that drew me to him anyway. He asked me right away if he knew me from his porn work. I told him I did, and it was kind of weird to see him in my hotel room after viewing his fairly hot videos. He then asked me about the USA, and as we did our back and forth, we got close to each other, and got progressively more naked as the conversation went on. In between kisses, oral, rimming, and other wonderful things, I got a pretty nice story from him. He has leveraged his porn notoriety into actual work on the sites, and a few years ago, after finally snatching a US tourist visa, made his way to a fairly lucrative escort career in the US, mostly in the east coast. His main haunt was NYC, and that’s where he made most of his money. He said he only had to list himelf in one of the more popular rent boy sites in the USA, and his phone didn’t stop buzzing with request to meet after that. He had to turn people away. He said sometimes he would have 6 clients in a day, in a 36 hour span, not sleeping when it was needed. It was tiring work but it was lucrative work. He was able to send thousands upon thousands of dollars back to Brazil, and was able to do a lot of things with the money. He quoted me 300 reais for this programa, and he laments that in those days, he would gain 300 dollars an hour, and usually 1000 dollars for an overnight. This brought a small tear in his eye as he was telling me this. I asked if the pandemic made it hard for him to get back to the USA. He said that it wasn’t the pandemic that stopped him. His visa was cancelled last year. He tried to enter the USA for his 4th trip, but was flagged by immigration in Boston. He had entry stamps from trips before, but it didn’t matter. He was flagged. While in detention he was asked why he wanted to get in the country. He had his canned “I’m only a tourist,” spiel that worked before. The authorities then asked for access to his phone. He obliged, and there was the proof. Thousands of messages from clients in the states, asking for his services, and him quoting prices. The authorities then concluded that it wasnt just a tourist trip, and he was going to actually work as an escort in the USA, which was a no-no. His visa was revoked, and was put in a flight back to Brazil. He has been in Brazil ever since. He told me about his life there as well. What a story. The sex was great as well. Maybe because now I had a connection with him? Fully versatile. Made my eyes roll at the back of my head. Made me came twice. He came twice too. Very very satisfactory. I ordered pizza in. We shared it with beers. He stayed till 6 AM. Vale a pena. I also tried the site boys in Fortaleza and Recife. I’d say on the average, the encounters were pretty good, even if the price was 50% to 100% more than what you get from saunas. I still miss the sauna of course, like I miss eating in restaurants. Getting Uber Eats is fairly convenient, and the quality of food is the same, if a bit more expensive, but the ambience of a restaurant, and getting to choose the food through menus, while seeing the merchandise from other tables, and smelling the food as you wait, is something I prefer. Next – Fortaleza, what a revelation.

The B Word: Sao Paulo Edition – … is good for the gander So maybe I overdid it with laying on the guilt about Paulo making me wait for 5 hours alone, while he sexed up 6 guys at Lagoa last night. So much so that he said that he was willing to allow me to have one programa tonight. I knew he didn’t take this decision lightly. He gave me many conditions: that I try to get the guy while he is in a programa so he does not see me going with the guy (jealousy?), that I was not to ask for the guy’s Whatsapp (how can he prohibit this if he is not in the room with us?), and to make sure that I won’t be too tired to cum with him after the night is over (oh yeah, this one is easy). Setting expectations is important in any successful relationship. Meeting them, however, is another matter. Saturday night at Lagoa. We arrive a little after 6, and the place was half empty. Paulo and I settle in on a table at the bar area. Paulo hydrates with water for the night ahead. I hydrate with vodka. Across the room, a weird looking guy was looking at us, and then walked up to us and shook both our hands. After a few pleasantries the guy asked Paulo if he could join him after he was done with me. I nod to Paulo to let him know he could go now. It was that quick. The guy was with another guy in the table, and with Paulo they seemingly had a nice conversation going. I wonder what they were talking about. Meanwhile, as the night wore on, and people started streaming in, I grew more excited. Not because I was “allowed” to do a programa with a guy, nope. I have done that so many times already this trip. It's that I had to do it under the BF’s nose. It is always more exciting if an act is somewhat forbidden. It adds to the experience. At least for me. So I had to make this one programa count. If I were to get someone tonight, he had to be “better” than the BF. At least in the superficial sense. More handsome. Taller. More muscular. Bigger penis. Better fuck. All the superlatives you can think of. Otherwise, why bother paying for it? Which was a tall order in these parts, at least nowadays. It is no secret to anyone that most of the “gods” that frequented the old Lagoa do not go to the saunas anymore, and have turned to websites as their main source of income. Even as a more recent Brazil tourist (since December 2017), I have to admit that I do not see those “gods” in huge numbers anymore, like at the start of my trips in 2017 and 2018. That’s probably why a guy that looks like Paulo was in such high demand. And it is probably why I had a hard time finding a “better” Paulo substitute to worship, than the god I was going home with tonight. That was until a familiar sight came along. He was easily 6’4 or taller. Giant muscles. You could not miss this guy, even in a sauna like Lagoa. And I certainly recognized him from a previous trip. I could not remember when or where. It was good timing too. Paulo was nowhere to be found. @floridarob knows this about me: I do not waste any time. I flag the guy down and he sits next to me. He tells me his name, “Henrique, prazer.” He shakes my hand, in a sort of formal way. Not warm, but I can overlook it considering he was a mountain of a man. Up close, I’d say his biggest assets were his gigantic muscles. He was handsome, not in a classical way, but the kissable lips and soulful eyes were two big things for me. While we did our small talk, I admired his muscles. Man, his overall look harkened back to the days of the sauna Adonises. His muscles were huge, and I asked permission for a helping of his biceps. He flexed, and showed me just how big they were, and invited me for a squeeze. That was it. There was no escaping it. Once you touch the sinews of those muscles, couples with how smooth his brown skin was, no one would be able to say no. So I asked. 150, he said. Pretty standard price. I was expecting more for this quality. I survey the room. Paulo was still out. We head over to the suites level to get a room. Towels. Condoms and lube. Keys. And we were off. He grabs the keys from me to open the door to our suite. He has probably done this a thousand times. He knew the drill, almost too well. First he turned on the TV to show straight porn. Then he turns on the air for ventilation. Then he puts his keys and phone on the shelf on the corner. Then he takes off his towel and folds it neatly at the top of the bed. Then he reclines on the bed, stroking his cock, waiting for me to make my next move. Alright, this was kind of too business like for me. I take off all my clothes right away, which is not what I do usually, as I usually let the flow of the programa lead me to this inevitable naked place, but since there was no flow at all, I figured that I should just get this over with. I lay beside him, feeling the warmth of his body on mine. He makes some overtures, touching my body, massaging my back. I try to kiss him, and he kisses back with a semi-closed mouth. Oh ok, he was one of those. I tried to press the issue, he didn’t seem to like kissing me much. The saving grace at this point tho, was his body, which was a work of art, like a Greek marble statue, except for the cock, which was all too Brazilian: uncut, long, and fucking thick. I took my time admiring, and touching, the merchandise. He flexed, he grabbed his cock for maximum effect. I take it by the hand, and then of course by mouth. After a while of this, he reaches for the condoms and lube to get ready. “Oh no,” I say. “No way all this is gonna fit in me. You are too huge.” He insisted, and broke open the packets to put the condom on and apply lube. He hands me the lube packet, so I could ready myself. “No! I can’t! It’s too big!” He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I’m an expert. I know how to ease it in.” He has me lay on my side, and he slides behind me. He takes the lube packet and applies the lube himself. “Mmmmm,” he moans. He puts a finger in, and then two, as he jacks himself off. He seemed to take his time warming me up. And then he puts it in. Very slowly, with some nibbles on my neck and cheek. And then, just like magic, he was all in. How did he do that? It didn’t even hurt. He slowly thrusts. It felt really good. I raise one leg for easier access. I feel him get it all in, with his body close to me. The thrusts suddenly become faster and deeper. And all of sudden, it was like a switch just flipped. His free hand groped my dick and he was able to get it back to life. As he thrusted, he then turns my face to him and he kisses me, deeply, all the while drilling me. As if the passion that was missing in the beginning suddenly joined us this very moment. Since there was a height discrepancy, he was able to get me to some positions that I have never tried before. He clearly knew how to do it. And he seemed to enjoy it as well, as we eager to throw me around. And the reason why he needed the AC on: he sweated during fucking. We were both drenched in sweat before long. Finally, he pulled out. He asked me if he wanted me to cum. I said sure. 200? Of course. So he pulls out, takes out the condom, and jacks off. We cum in succession. Afterwards we talk. He tells me he is a Carioca (of course, why wouldn’t he be), and usually goes to Club 117 in Rio, but was in SP because the sauna was still too slow in Rio. I told him that that was where I saw him before. I remember him on a few trips to 117. I told him whenever I saw him, I wanted to talk to him, but I always got intimidated. He admitted the same thing. He’s also seen me a few times, but he was not sure if I spoke Portuguese, and his English was not so good, so he didn't dare approach me for an introduction. He actually turned out to be a good and humble guy, belying his fairly bombastic and intimidating exterior. He didn’t seem to be a clock watcher. I wasn’t watching the clock either, but I knew I had to end the programa, because there was Paulo to contend with. As we prepared to go back out, I told Henrique that I didn’t have an idea that he would be this passionate. And such a good fuck. He shot back with the same thing: that he didn’t have a clue he would actually enjoy himself with me. He said he can pretend only to a point. Work was easier for him if he actually liked the sex. Maybe it was a line that he always said to clients so he could get more money. Whatever, it worked for me. I gave him an extra 50. I get back to the main seating area. I was surprised to see Paulo, fully dressed, sitting at one of the tables, checking his phone. I sit next to him. He looks at me, not saying anything. “Whats up?” I ask. He was silent. “What’s wrong.” I see he was trying to find the words to say. Finally he says: “You were gone a long time with that guy.” I was surprised. "What guy?" I ask. "You know, tall and big." “You saw me with the guy?” He said yes, he saw us go into our suite. He said he was just leaving a suite with his first client when he saw us. “Is that a problem?” I asked him. He explained that it was fine, and we talked about this after all. What bothered him was that I took a long time. Why would a programa take that long? He asked me. So long that Paulo was able to snare a second client, and finish that programa, and I was still in the suite with Henrique. He decided to not work anymore and just wait for me so we can spend the rest of the night together. But he said I took long in there, and he was waiting a while. I apologized. I guess it was his turn to wait tonight. I certainly did not mean to make him wait. After a while, Paulo seemed to calm down. He told me about his night. Two clients. The second one was 200 reais. The first one was more interesting tho. That weird guy that called on him was some sort of “pimp” and he procured boys for rich clients and he gets a cut of the proceeds. Which meant that these clients were more upscale than usual. Politicians. Businessmen. He asked for Paulo’s contacta and asked if he would forward some sexy pics to him to forward to his client base, and get him some clients. Paulo said he would forward some pics to the guy when we got home tonight. And the pimp was with one of his “client base”. And the client paid more than most. Paulo he said he got 250 from the guy, and an extra 50 from the pimp. Not bad, I told Paulo. 1450 reais total for two days of work. Paulo told me that that is what he usually earns in a week in Fortaleza or Recife. He was very happy with his two-day haul. We enjoyed the rest of the night. Making out and telling each other stories and making fun of the others in the sauna (bitchy bitchy). And we had another night in SP as well, but instead of working, Paulo said that he would take a break from working, as he had all the money he needed this trip, and just to spend the night with me, not with clients. We still went to Lagoa taht last night, which enabled us to have an indoor space to make out with abandon, and drink with abandon. He got some proposals that night from clients, but he said no. He also had previous SP clients text him, offering him a second chance to earn money. He said no as well. He was giving up a lot of money. But he was content. Overall, I’d say that Sao Paulo has proven to be pretty lucrative for Paulo. It might be because he is the new kid in town, but his first time in Lagoa produced a good haul. He said he has never earned this much money in such a short time. And he was glad to know that he could strike it out here if he wanted. He understands that his looks and body won’t look that way forever, and while he hates doing this as a profession, due to his limited prospects, he is willing to take advantage of this tiny window of opportunity that he can earn as much money as he can. He know how lucky he was, versus his less attractive countrymen who have as limited prospects as he does, especially during this pandemic. But he also admits loving working in NE Brazil, and prefers to live there instead of the faster, and way more expensive Sao Paulo or Rio. “I can get away with cheaper rent, transportation, and living expenses in Fortaleza or Recife. But here in Sao Paulo, I have to contend with high rent and the traffic.” He admits the stress one feels when one is a GP. All the constant and tense adjustments he has to make, to suit a variety of moods and demands of each client, will take a toll on anyone at some point. Having a calming beach to go to, coupled with the northeastern ease of living and more casual (i.e. lawless) atmosphere, is very important for Paulo’s well being. Next… Garoto. Com. Local.

The B Word: Sao Paulo Edition – What’s Good for the Goose… Any relationship is hard enough to navigate with two people with more or less similar backgrounds, but what about with two people who not only have huge differences in culture, background, and experiences, but also diffferences in economic realities and phases in life? It might be impossible to sustain, but here I am, bound, at least for 3 weeks now (at this point when this report happened) with a boyfriend, who happens to work as a GP. The inequities, as you might be guess, are huge, so if it were to be any semblance of a functioning, quasi-genuine relationship, we would have to meet halfway. And that meant acknowledging that to him, saunas are for work, and while with me, he needs to work, unless I give him the money he needs, which at this point, he is unwilling to accept from me, as he believes that if this is to be a real relationship, this line is one we both should not cross. I am under no illusion that this reality will hold forever, but I am willing to at least see where this goes. Of course, not to shy away from any challenge, I gladly accept this extra difficulty in my Brazil life. Maybe I just got bored with just hiring GPs and getting great sex out of them. It is like shooting fish in a barrel. It is not challenging anymore to do this, to say the least. The novelty has faded away. Any difficulties anyone could have in navigating sex tourism in Brazil has long been dealt with for me. Trouble communicating with Brazilians? I learned Portuguese. Cost to hire is prohibitive? The dollar to real exchange is so favorable that I can get away with 3-4 quality sexual encounters with hot guys for under $100. Not enough time to spend in Brazil? COVID changed everything, including granting me the ability to work from home, which of course, means working in Brazil. It has just become too easy. So I guess this was the next logical step. To up the difficulty. All the while going to the saunas and seeing more of Brazil, with my sexy guy in tow. At this point, we are on a 4 day stop in Sao Paulo, the big kahuna. Paulo has always wanted to visit, as he more opportunities to earn money here, even more than the prettier Rio. I shared Paulo’s impressions of SP. I think I’ve had more consistent fun in this city than anywhere else in the country. And as everyone knows, I’ve had a lot of fun. Since this was pre-Fragata opening, we only had one sauna to haunt, and that was Espaco Lagoa. I’ve frequented this place during this pandemic so much that it has become kind of… routine for me. No doubt Paulo will breathe new life to the proceedings. After spending the first day walking around Avenida Paulista, where Paulo marveled on how many people can be seen walking the streets, on their way to their place of work (he has never been to a city this size before), we decided to check out Lagoa on the second day. Paulo gave me ground rules that were simple – I was encouraged not to show Paulo any signs of affection early in the evening, because Paulo has always said that customers tend to be very jealous of other customers. If we made out in full view of the crowd, the crowd may be less enticed to hire him. Also, Paulo preferred that I not hire any GPs. He said we were boyfriends after all, and this was his work. He had to earn money as I was not supporting him. I didn’t argue about the hiring GPs thing. I can keep it in my pants (maybe). I did it in Rio. For him, the ground rules were simple as well – he says he never kisses any customer (and if they tried, he showed me how to fake it), and would not start tonight out of respect for me. Also, he would make sure he would be by my side in between programas, to keep me company, since I will be without his company. Lastly, he will not cum in the programas, and will be saving this up for me, after all was said and done. On paper, the rules were easy to follow. But in practice, since we are talking about two human beings here, things would never go as planned. We arrived at 5:30 PM on a Friday night. The place was starting to pick up. But I knew immediately that it would be a good night for Paulo. As soon as we get to the main bar area, he got called up by a customer. Paulo looks at me and nods. I sit down at one of the empty tables. After a couple minutes of chit chat, he was off with the client. Just like that. And then came the interminable wait. I think I saw him next at 7:30 PM. He sat down next to me, in a towel, glistening from the previous shower, and he told me he had another client immediately after the first one, so that's why he could not join me after the first programa. He said the first client was a chatty one. He said tried to finish the programa quickly but the client took a while. After the first one, he found the small gym in the top floor and decided to try it to get a muscle pump. After some bicep curls, he said he decided to get me downstairs so that we can hit some weights in together, but another client quickly joined him in the gym and started chatting. He said he could not be rude (as the client is always right), and the client continued to chat (and took a look at his body exertions, in a towel), while chatting. After some more exercises, the client asked for a programa. While he was telling me this, another client tapped him on the shoulder, asking him to see if he can chat. “Sorry,” he told me. I shrugged. I guess he was being summoned again. He joined the client at his table, among other of the client’s friends. I saw him order a Gatorade. I saw him laugh at client’s jokes. Meanwhile, I was alone in my table. Sulking. Doing nothing. At a Brazilian boy sauna. It was so unlike me! One boy approached me, so I let him sit in my table and talk to me. He was cute, couldn’t be more than 20, lean muscular, dark. My type. I was looking at him up and down. the boy knew that I was super into him. After a few pleasantries, and a beer order, he asked me: “Are you with that guy?” looking at Paulo’s direction. Yeah, we are boyfriends. “Do you want to get a suite with me?” Yeah, but I can’t. “Why is that?” Because I told him I won’t go out with any GPs. “But he is going with clients constantly! Why can't you have your own fun?” I saw Paulo looking at my direction, possibly trying to figure out what was happening between me and the younger version of himself. Sigh. A promise is a promise. Even one made in a sauna. So I told the guy that I couldn’t go out with him. He said he didn’t understand. I was the one with the money, he told me. I should be calling the shots. That’s one way to look at it. But not to me. The guy was nice tho. He kept me company for a while. Even when the show started. I told the boy to save our seats while I went downstairs to the lockers. I fished out a 50 real bill. For a tip at least, and maybe also for goodwill, in case I see him again. He did stay all this time with me. I get back to our table. I give him the 50. The boy thanks me, and then kisses me in the lips. I pull back. “Relax,” the boy says, “your BF has gone with the client." Sure enough, he was gone. Yup, Paulo and the client were nowhere to be seen. Soon the boy with me had to go. I was alone again. But not for long. I see a big party in the next table, and a gringo staring at me. I recognized him. I approach him and get introduced to another gringo. It was @ChristianPFC and @bcdaron ! I didn't know they were here tonight! Randomly meeting the two was a relief. I asked them how Brazil was treating them, since it was both their first times. It got me entertained for 2 more hours. It was 10:00 PM and Lagoa was now half-empty. @ChristianPFC and @bcdaron were still there with me. And then Paulo reappears, still in his towel. Looking tired, but relieved. He gets to my table and scoops me up to get a hug. “I am so sorry,” he says, knowing I have been waiting for a long time for him. “I am new meat in this place. It was crazy!” I introduce him to my two friends. He then hands me crumpled money. I counted it. It was 200 reais. He then excuses himself to say he was going to change into street clothes and come back. “We can go if you want,” I offer. “No, I want to relax with you for a bit.” The two gringos bid me farewell and I thank them for their company. After 10 minutes Paulo is back at my table. We order our usual caipirinhas. He tells me that he had 5 programas today, and got 950 reais total, including a programa with a couple who both bottome for him. Exhausting. And he had to turn other clients away! He said it was crazy. He told me as soon as he left one programa he was pulled away to do another one. So he couldn’t go to me in between programas. I made him feel little bit guilty about it, telling him I was all alone, all night. He said he saw me with another boy. He asked me if I slept with him. I told him no. He said he would know and not lie. He can check my bill when we check out downstairs. I swore I didn’t do anything with him, just bought him a beer and that’s it (a little lie). I told Paulo that unlike him, I keep my promises, thus digging the guilt dagger a little deeper. He tried to make it up to me the rest of the night. We went with our usual making out/talking/drinking/making out some more. While we were doing this, one client was eyeing me with obvious disdain. After a while it got uncomfortable. I discreetly told Paulo about the guy. Paulo looked at him. He smiled and looked back at me. Quietly, he tells me that that was his last client, and then spilled the rest of the beans. He told me that this last programa ended badly. The client was some hotshot doctor. And it was good at first. Good conversation. But it took a little bit long for his liking. During sex he was promising Paulo all these things he could buy him, all these trips they could take, but Paulo said all he wanted was for this guy to cum and leave. Paulo said he even tugged on the guy’s penis for a little while to get it done. Paulo says he never touches client’s penises (you never know what diseases they might have, he says). And at the end the client wanted Paulo to cum, and insisted he do so, imploring him numerous times. Even offering 100, and then 200 reais more. But Paulo held firm, telling the client he doesn’t do that. The client eventually gave up the ghost, and came. Afterward, the client angrily threw 200 reais at him, saying that he will get another boy tonight to cum with him. Paulo said he tried to make amends after. The client still asked for Paulo’s Whatsapp number, bizarrely. “Then why is he eyeing me like he wants to murder me?” I asked Paulo. “I don’t know. It should be obvious to him that we are together. And I think he sees that I am giving you what he didn’t get from me.” I smile. “And what are you giving me right now?” Paulo hesitates and then looks at me, intently. “He only got my body. You are getting everything.” I laugh. This almost made up for the 5 hours I waited. And it also made up for the fact that, when we got back to the apartment, he immediately fell asleep, with clothes and everything. I guess pleasuring 5-6 clients would tire anyone out, even a fit grown man like Paulo. But again, like before, he wakes me up, at 6 in the morning, hard as a rock, to give me the Brazilian good morning. Sex delayed, is definitely not sex denied. Pictured, we close another sauna tonight: Next, the tables are turned.

Patience grasshoppers! I'm gonna run into some downtime soon, and it'll be almost time to post some more updates! Planning to do - Sao Paulo, Fortaleza, Sao Luis Maranahao, Recife again, and Salvador.

Cool! Though maybe I'll just miss you. I am in Salvador currently and leaving tomorrow. When do you get here? FYI, so far it looks like a buyers' market, as there are way more boys in the sauna than clients. It was slow in Club 11 (planetario) last night (Friday), but still a lot of fun. The BF and I talked to the owner and he said the busy nights are usually Thursdays and Saturdays. So we might go tonight (Saturday), and maybe Sauna Fox as well. I'll do my own report on Salvador, but please do let us know how you get along.

Something I do every time i visit the saunas. It may be modesty being a self-concious fat child, or my preference being clothed when hanging out drinking with friends, and it has nothing to do with preventing COVID. Different saunas have different preferences regarding this too. I remember only one sauna i've been to in Brazil - that's Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte- where they asked me to change into a towel during my first time, but generally all the RJ and SP saunas allow you to stay clothed. I'm stereotypical in some ways, but my horniness level probably is atypical of my "race". If you're worried about it, simply don't go for now. Brazi will still be here (hopefully), when there is a vaccine. The news is full of stories of them trying (and struggling with) the COVID vaccine Coronavac, so at least they are doing something. As with having a travel buddy, its the best of both worlds, especially if you like haivng someone there to talk to in between sauna trips. But it is better with someone you dont have any commitments with, and that is usually my downfall, as my travel companions tend to also be BFs, who have the legendary Brazilian jealousy. i saw Patrick yes. He is doing well. No programas for 1.5 weeks! And everyday going to saunas! Yes, I have self control! Thanks for the wonderful feedback. My posts are a slog for sure, but with so many things to cover, it is impossible for me to have short posts anymore. hope that is not a deterrent. Paulo is very charismatic, and coupled with his looks, body and cock, does well in saunas. But the number one thing he had going for him was that he was new meat, and clients have not seen him before, so he was in high demand the first few nights he was in a new sauna. No doubt, there were other hot guys in the premises, but they probably have worn out their welcome (sadly).

The B Word: Rio de Janeiro Edition – Life in the Fast Lane When one gets close to a person who sells his body for a living, especially one that when you get to know them more, you find wonderful and charming, you wonder why they have chosen to be in this godforsaken profession in the first place. On the flipside, the longer you spend time with them, the more you notice the seams in their once-polished veneer. A Garoto de Programa’s life isn’t all it is cracked up to be, I have come to realize. He is largely polite, and keeps all the associated angst on the downlow, but he’d slip up once in a while, telling me how tedious certain customers are sometimes, even pointing them out in the sauna and telling me the perversions he is asked to perform. The majority of the clients hire him for his look (masculine, muscles, big cock), and largely expects him to be the alpha male that he is, but some ask for more, and it ranges from the dirty (pee and shit play) to the down right bizaare (beating a client up). So I ask him why he is in this profession. I’d imagine it’ll fuck anyone up in the head, if one gets to do this for too long. He says that he is still relatively young at 25, and wants to take advantage of his youth, looks, and energy, to get paid way more than the Brazilian salario minimo. He says he’ll give this another year or two, to save up enough money to do something else. He says that not all are blessed with his gifts, so he is going to strike now while the iron is still hot. Taking him to Rio was an interesting proposition for him. He was content with making the rounds in the saunas of Northeastern Brazil, not staying too long in one city and making sure he does not overstay his welcome and become “one of those sad GPs who blended in with the décor” as he put it. It was a good strategy, and the costs to live in the NE are significantly less than the mighty Sao Paulo and Rio. But my offer was definitely tempting for him. He was a big fish in the NE pond. How will he fare in the way more competitive scenes in Rio and SP? Upon arriving in Rio, I came to discover exciting this trip was for him. I didn’t really realize that I was taking a newcomer to this city, and when I saw the wonder in this eyes, it made me excited to show a newbie a city that I have come to love. Granted, this is in the age of COVID, so it is a muted version of the city, but still, it was a big deal for him to get to this point, as attested by the hundreds of photos he began taking of himself, the city, and me, to remember the occasion. So I showed him the greatest hits of Rio, mainly: Christ the Redeemer, of course. The attraction reopened last August, and there is reduced occupancy in the train going up the Corcovado, and some degree of mask wearing while up there. We took the time to do those cliché photos that everyone takes with the arms outstretched. Paulo had an enjoyable time taking the perfect photo to remember the occasion. We also went to Copacabana and Ipanema beaches, and of course I made sure I took as many photos of him in his tiny speedo. It looked like he already belonged here for sure. And a trip here wouldn’t be complete for me without going to the Xodozin quiosque, where we ordered a surprisingly good pork ribs: But of course, the main attraction of this trip was going to the saunas, and after taking a night off on our first night here just hitting some of the bars in Copa, we decided to devote the next three nights to check out the saunas. We had three to choose from now, and Paulo will have a good idea of where he stacked up versus the other boys in the saunas. I really wanted him to earn the money he needs, as it was now clear to me that he was not seeking any money from me, per se. He fell into the “boys who need only a vacation” category of long timers for me. He was content on spending time in nicer confines with me, and being fed regularly, and seeing the sites. And as I can attest, he seemed more than content in the sexual department with me as well. I can see why his temperament, and his body, is uniquely prepared to be a GP: he was always hard, ready, and passionate, even when I didn’t need him to be. At the times that I didn’t need him to be, but he was, he didn’t have a hard time getting me there with him. Le sigh. Our first sauna night stop was the uneven Point 202. The young guy in reception is used to seeing me, of course, but Paulo was a new face. Paulo explained to him that he wanted to work here. The reception guy asked him for his documentos, and then took his face photo with the webcam, and then called on Junior, the owner of Point 202, for an “interview”. I guess one had to rule out any crazies working in the premises. It was a surprisingly entertaining interview. After the requisite questions about past experiences in saunas and what not, the conversation turned into Junior and Paulo launching into comparisons between how it is done in the Northeast, and how it is here, in the bigger RJ (and SP). Junior was busy checking out Paulo through the process (though I am sure at this point, after years and years in this industry, Junior is unfazed by such beauty darkening his doorstep), but still, I think Paulo’s obvious advantages in the beauty department are outmatched by his even more superior charm and charisma, and this was something that Junior, or anyone, would be drawn to more. Junior was very respectful too, as he obviously knew that we were a couple, and he did not want to piss off the very loyal customer in me. I think this was the most I have ever talked to him, in all the years I have been to this place. Paulo was prepared too (or I gave him pointers). He was wearing his best underwear, he was significantly jacked after two workout sessions today (one at the AirBNB gym, another at the outdoor monkey bars in Copacapabana), and he has cut his hair and beard himself (with an ancient electric razor he brought with him). He also told me to not kiss him in public until he was satisfied with the haul he got tonight, as clients tend to get jealous. He was in the right headspace. I was less prepared, as GPs of programas past came swarming towards me, giving me non-COVID preventive hugs and pecks on the cheek, which made Paulo a bit embarrassed. “God damn. You sure get around,” Paulo whispers in my ear. I detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. I assured him that this was all in the past, as I will not do any programas ever again, and I am here to support his work. Which was true, I wanted him to be successful with catching clients. But I really was not prepared, AT ALL, at what transpired next. Of course he would be popular. He was fresh meat. No sooner as I sat down with my drink, he would be swept away by the oncoming client tide. He got his first programa soon after, and 20 minutes later he was back, his body wrapped up in a towel, glistening from the previous shower, as he stretched out a hand towards me. I meet it with my own hand. He squeezes my hand, and hands me money. I count it. 200 reais. Not bad for a first programa. I put it in my wallet. As the night wore on, he would go to me two more times, handing me more money. I must admit I was getting jealous of the attention he was getting. But I tried to put my mind on other things. Tried. There were 3 strippers that night, and each and everyone of them came to me to do their “I need help putting my underwear back on while my erect penis accidentally brushes your face” number. Maybe they knew I needed the distraction. On any other night I would be thrilled with such delights, but again my mind was on THAT guy. It was 9:30 PM. Paulo reemerges, giving me money for the last time tonight. He said he was tired, and was done, no matter who else wanted him tonight. I was relieved. He kisses me in front of everyone. That’s more like it. He goes to the lockers to put on clothes, I am assuming to match me, as I was still in street clothes. He goes back to my side and he asks how much he got tonight. “850 reais” I tell him. His tired face breaks out into a smile. He tells me to guard his money for him. I tell him it’s all his. He orders drinks, he leans on my shoulder. As we enjoy the rest of the night, he tells me about his programas, and discreetly points out some of the clients he has worked with, among the crowd who was still there, drinking the night away. He tells me he has not kissed any of them, and has not cum, even if he was offered more money, because he wanted to respect me. I tell him he didn’t have to do that. He said he wanted to do it. He would tell me more about his programas in the following days, and to me this was all fascinating stuff. As usual, we would be the last people in the sauna to leave. As we leave, Junior walks up to us, asking him “Gostou?” did he like his experience here. Paulo assured him he did. Junior asked if he would come back tomorrow, and Paulo was candid, saying that he wanted to check out the other saunas in Rio to get a better sense of how everything stood. Junior of course gave him a rundown of all the other saunas, while saying that his sauna was head and shoulders above those other two. Which was understandable. As we decompress back at the apartment, and waiting for our sushi Uber Eats order, Paulo tells me that while he easily got double tonight what he usually gets in the Northeast, and could get way more if he wanted to, he says that the clients were a bit more demanding than what he was used to. He then says that Rio, though charming and amazing, was not a city he would want to live in. No doubt that the cost of living here was way more than what he is used to. He also commented that there was more drug use with the boys here than in the NE, and some boys were just working to score money for more drugs. I tell him that’s the reason why a lot of people go here. Its not just the boys. And he was a man of his word. He was all fucked out of course, because that's all the clients wanted out of him, is to be impaled by him, but he came for me, and immediately after, fell asleep, with his cum, and mine, still dripping from his torso. Poor guy. Must be tuckered out. We would check out Clube 117 the next night, but it was a mistake. For one, we got there a bit later (7:30 PM) and the place was a ghost town. There was only a total of 4 clients in the premises, and possibly 7 boys. Paulo didn’t even bother changing into a towel. It was clearly a bust night. I offered to get us back to 202 to see if we can get clients for him. He said no, and just wanted a drink with me in 117. So we did. There was a show though, mercifully. The drag queen was quite good and had a good banter with Paulo. And I must say, it was the first time I’ve seen him live and in person, but the Gogo boy blonde (dyed?) and blue-eyed Lohran Paixao is always nice to look at on Instagram, but simply much more stunning in person. Nice cock too. Though Paulo did not appreciate that Lohran asked me if I wanted the “put the underwear on me…” number with him. Still very territorial. The final night was us going back to 202, since I told him Lions was not exactly going to be his cup of tea, since the customers will want him to sit with them for drinks, and Paulo just wanted to do programas, and then sit with me, afterwards. And Paulo was not prepared this time. As we get to 202, he said that he has had his Rio fill, and with his haul of 850 reais last time, did not want to work tonight. He was probably looking ahead to Sao Paulo, and Espaco Lagoa, because we leave for SP tomorrow. So we just enjoy our time in 202. Getting stinking drunk, getting the 411 on the scene from other boys, as well as a good hour-long conversation with Junior, and his son, who turns out to be the receptionist guy as well, after the sauna was closed. Very interesting insights for sure. Worth another post but I won’t bother this time. Rio was good to us, and Rio clients were good to Paulo. But Paulo said that he doesn’t see himself working, or living here. He was a country boy, and while his conversations with Junior and the other boys have given him insight on how it is to make a living here, he had the impression that most of the people who work and live here are here to also spend a lot of money here. Because it is Rio, and Rio takes more than it gives (I should know). Paulo said that he was done with partying, and womanizing, and doing drugs. He said was ready for an exit strategy from this life, and he is just about ready to leave it. Rio’s charms will just get in the way. Was I the exit strategy? I hope not. So next, Sao Paulo, with Paulo.

Nice updates @babybear2! And its nice to see a fellow Thailand traveler take their plunge with Brazil. I am itching to get back to Asia, but until then, Brazil more than suffices. I do not like to do these comparisons, as Thailand and Brazil are two wildly different countries, and each have their strengths and weakenesses. I do concede that Thailand has a more developed tourist infrastructure than Brazil, which I guess makes Brazil more of a slog to fall in love with. But damn once you do, it does reward you in ways Thailand is just incapable of doing. This is why I made sure I learned the language, if I was ever going to bother going to this country over and over. I am far from fluent, but I do love it everytime whenever a guy's face lights up when he realizes that I can speak to him in Portguese. It is easier to connect with someone when the language barrier is out of the way. My connections with Brazilian has been as strong with Thais, and maybe even stronger, and deeper. Your mileage may vary, claro. All I can blame here is two things: (1) the pandemic has slowed down everything, including those drop dead gorgeous guys in the sauna, and (2) the old sauna attracted these greek gods more than this new venue. I jus hope it improves. Maybe. That's certainy my observation this trip. How embarassing! As i am not handsome nor rich... I get by tho... If you are a guy on a budget, now is the time to go to Brazil. I can't believe how much I spent last Bangkok trip. And sorry to say, for me, the boys are way hotter here than there. But that's splitting hairs. My experience has been 0 to 600 reais for an overnight. It all depends on the boy, circumstances, and how the boy views you (to a point). You have to realize that you are asking a boy to be with you for a longer amount of time, away from his creature comforts. It is still work for him, and sometimes he has to work on you the whole night. So the 1000 may be a way for him to say no to you, or it will take 1000 to make it worth his while, that night. I've found some greek gods have asked me for 500 for overnights, and i've accepted some of them. But almost of of them have known me for more than a programa, and know me enough to know how I like things. It is not just sex for me (though it is a big part of the overnight), and the overnights i've had know this. Some boys (from boys next doors to hot hot hot), sometimes will go with me to just stay in my comfy AirBNB, for a night, or a week, for free. Sometimes they just want a better bed to sleep in at night, as most of them either don't live in Rio or SP and stay in fleabag motels or with lots of guys in a room, and just want quieter surroundings. I understand that they are not obligated to have sex with me (although they inevitably do), and I do feed them when applicable. When I go to the sauna, they come with me, and get clients while I get boys. It works quite nicely. I have one stable guy who just wants a nice vacation out of his tedium, and has sex when I want during my time with him, as long as I take him to (take your pick: Salvador, Recife, RJ) a nice beach destination where he can sit with me at the beach and I pay for everthing, among other things. The most common way i get overnights is guys who are OK with 300 or 400 if it means not having to sell themselves for another night. Yes, they still go with me to the sauna, but they just hangout with me and go home with me after, and are generally happy with just being by my side because they have already earned what they needed that night through me. My experience. your mileage may vary.

It is hard to stop and write these while in Brazil, but I do get some benefit to post these as a sort of perpective check on my present situation. At some point I will disappear again to actualy live life and then another update wll appear. November is an excellent time to visit Brazil. Might be different with COVID of course, but November is before the summer crush in December/January, but it can get hot and humid and some rain as well. Let me know if you have plans to come, maybe our paths will cross. And on the nosy front: the chemistry is definitely there, the attraction (on their end) may or may not be, who knows, only they can tell you that. I am definitely attracted to them for sure (physically and otherwise). Regardless, there are eventual expiration dates on the entanglements I get into, every single one of them, no matter how promising, or how amazing it seemed to become in the beginning. Some I have maintained frinedships with, others yes, there has been drama, since we are talking about Brazilians after all. All I can say is respect is the name of the game, and whatever becomes of the relationship, I have tried to treat the guys as friends, and not objects. It is surprising that this very fact escapes some clients, even if you are paying for it in the end. This is just to GIG, not to GRU. I wish you would stop being anxious about this! Who knows @docbr, it might be that same guy you have seen that I am talking about now. It is better to jump on opportunities when they present themsleves, than have a lifetime of regret that you didn't take the plunge. And the tales are amazing because they can only happen in Brazil. Holy shit guys thanks for the compliments. Makes me want to write more, and i will! Then why do i get into these BF situations every single time? Even if I try hard to be a whore, I get into these entanglements. Gladly, too.

The B Word: Recife Edition – Por Amor So when one door closes, another opens. And it looks like its open wide. I was in Recife once before, last year, and chronicled in this thread. I’ve always thought the city was nice enough, with nice beaches, a decent sauna scene, and lots of choices for paid and free online encounters, but I’ve always thought of it as at the lower tier of the pack, behind the choices in Rio, Salvador, and even in Sao Paulo (and its beaches in the south coast). But I must say in this trip, so far, Recife has been a revelation. And it might be because of THIS guy. So I went through the motions with the two GPs I hired to spend a day with me, distracted by the events the night before. After paying them 500 each (for a midnight to 5 PM stay with me, featuring three sex events, a visit to the gym, and quick trip to the beach), and bidding them farewell, all the while thinking about the guy I met yesterday. When I got on the plane from Rio to Recife, I was intent on firing on all cylinders: being aggressive on hiring on garotocomlocal.com, the saunas in the area, as well as trying to get stuff off of Grindr. And yet here I was, hurriedly clearing my calendar for this ONE guy. So I decide to head over to Termas Boa Vista in a bit, after my usual coffee at a shopping mall. I stop by Shopping Riomar, which was on the way to Boa Vista, the bairro that the sauna was in. While enjoying my coffee, and people watching, I get a Whatsapp text from lover boy: “Hey, where are you?” “I am at the shopping having coffee.” “Are you still coming.” “Of course. I can’t wait to see you.” “Good, I’ll see you here baby.” He used the English word baby. A cute term of endearment that he likes, and from this moment on we call each other, apparently. I check the time, it was 7:00 PM. I didn’t realize it was this late. The sauna at this point still closed early at 10 PM, so I’d better hoof it if I was ever going to have any fun there. 15 minutes later, via an efficient Uber, I was at the sauna. I get my locker key and towel and flip flops. From reception, I open the glass door to the lockers and I immediately bump into THAT guy. Let’s call him Paulo. He was in a towel, glistening from a recent shower, making his muscles all the more cut and noticeable. He certainly knew how to sell it. He had an intent look on his face, looking on his phone, texting. I peer over his shoulder and he turns to me. His serious face turns into a big smile. “I was just texting you!” he says, flashing his phone at me. Indeed, I see my Whatsapp convo on his phone, with a half-finished “Are you...”. He gives me a hug. A light kiss. I feel his penis press on my tummy under his towel. This was good. “Where’s your locker?” he asks. I give my key to him. He leads me to my locker. He sees me shove all my stuff in and lock my locker. “Aren’t you changing into your towel?” “I usually stay clothed. Why?” “Oh no. You have to be in a towel. We are going to the sauna to have fun!” I make a face. I am not used to cavort around in a towel. But to fit in, and to see where this night goes, I give in. “Com cueca ou sem cueca?” I asked him if its better with or with underwear. “Without, of course!” and then takes his towel off to flash me his swinging dick. Alright, I am sold, no underwear is definitely better. We hang out at the bar first to get some drinks (he shares my love of Caiprinhas). And then what followed was just nice conversation while drinking. I asked him how work was tonight. He said it was a good night, even better for a Saturday night, his busiest night. I asked him how many clients he got. He said he got 4 already, and said that he arrived early so he can get work out of the way, because he knew I was coming, and wanted to be free for us to enjoy the night. I told him if there was a high paying client that wanted him while with me, he can go to him. He told me no, of course not. He is done with work tonight, and just wanted to hang out with me. We are heading into grey area territory here. I haven’t actually asked him how much I needed to pay him for his time with me, or at all. Though at this point I didn’t want to spoil the night with such talk. I’m just going with it to see what happens. Another caipirinha later, we were looser and laughing more, and more touchy-feely with each other. He says that it is time for us to go to the dry sauna to “get the alcohol out of our pores.” We get there and it was super dark, and he had to help me navigate to a free spot where we could sit. There were some guys just sitting there, maybe also “getting the alcohol out of their pores.” And some were feeling up other guys under their towels. Paulo and I do some small talk, and all of a sudden, he gives me a wet kiss and we were off to the races. He guides my hand under his towel, to find his large erection begging for attention. It was the first time I have discovered his full “strength” and it was astonishingly girthy and long. Though I could not see in the sauna too well, my hand definitely knew how big it was for sure. As I stroke him some more, he whispers “Try not to reveal my dick out of my towel. I don’t want the clients to see it for free.” I laugh at the thought of it. I guess he was not like those boys in Rio who give clients a free viewing of their jewels. Which was understandable. I’d gladly pay him to see it. He scoops me up so I was sitting on his lap, as we continue to kiss. He somehow navigates his erect penis close to my ass. It was wild to play like this in public, albeit in a dimly-lit sauna. I never ever would do this. But here I was, totally enjoying the moment. I looked around, and saw almost everyone was looking, some stroking their dicks, at the sight. He picks me up and sets me down. “Let’s get out of here,” he says. We shower the sweat off at the public shower. Another thing I don’t do, but his confidence mde me forget about modesty, or anything else, in the sauna. We get back to the bar to order another drink. “I’ve never done that before.” What have you never done before? “I’ve never tried anything like that in the sauna. But it was nice. I also never kiss anyone publicly here. Let alone clients.” “You could have fooled me. You like kissing!” “The clients probably hate me now. I don’t like kissing clients, and yet here I am doing it a lot!” We both laugh. I found it hard to believe that he didn’t kiss clients. Maybe it was just a line to endear him to me further. I press him about it. “I mean, when the client tries to kiss me, I barely kiss back, or I navigate them to my neck, or I kiss them like this.” And he tries his client kiss on me. He purses his lips, and tries to kiss me with them. “This is not good!” I tell him, laughing. He makes it up with a throat exposing kiss. That was more like it. OK, maybe he was drunk. He does love kissing in public though, whatever he just said. We go to the video rooms where one room was showing gay porn, and another, straight. He leads me to the straight room and we find seating in the very back. He then exposes his hard dick to me and I see it for the first time. Wowzah, that was a beautiful cock. Worth the price of admission, however much it was. He kisses me, navigates my hand to his cock, and barely looked at the video in front of us. Some guys came in the once empty room to see what was going on. When one gets too close to us, he hides his cock. He was protecting his goods, and I understand. When we are left alone, we do have fun again. It was an interesting dance. Time flew by too fast, and pretty soon we were the only ones left in the sauna, with our cycle of drinking, kissing, and hanky-panky. But we haven’t had full on sex yet. Which hardly mattered to me at this point. We finally get kicked out, and as we put back our clothes (boo), he asks me what were my plans tonight. I told him I just wanted to spend time with him, so he asks if we could spend time in my apartment. Taking the same taxi guy we got last night, we were at my apartment in a jiffy. The taxi guy had his fare meter on, and I clearly knew how much the trip was going to be. I had no such meter on with Paulo, which had me worried a little bit how much this is going to cost me. “Are you hungry,” I ask him. 35 minutes later we have our pizza orders arrive. Over the meal, we talk about his life as a GP. He has been doing it for 2 years. He has only sold his wares in the Northeast, having been to the saunas here in Recife, Fortaleza, and Salvador. He tells me that 100 reais is his minimum, and said most clients give him more. I told him that with his handsomely-unique face, his totally stacked body, and giant dick, he can earn considerably more in Sao Paulo or Rio. He said he was never been to those cities, to visit or to work. I asked if he wanted to try. He said of course. I proposed to him a plan: we can try to go to Rio and Sao Paulo this week, and he can try to work there. As we retire to the bed, he seemed to like the idea, but worried that since I was with him, that he didn’t want to work too much. He said he’d rather spend time with me. “But you have to earn money. You probably need it, that’s why you are a GP right?” I tell him, trying to open up the subject of cost again, to see if he will finally tell me how much all this is going to cost. “I have been here in Recife visiting for 2 weeks now. It has been a good 2 weeks. I am new meat. I am fine with money. I can pay for my bills this month. Don’t worry please,” in a rare display of seriousness. Fine, he is still not going to tell me the cost. So I look at my calendar. We can try to do 3 days in Rio first, and then 3 days in SP. He seems excited about the prospect. So maybe this was the payment. Me taking him to SP and RJ, as well as the food etc. I was not too worried. The air tickets were still in pandemic-pricing, and it might be fun to see this dynamic play out. As I was researching the fares on my phone, I see him doze off. It was almost 2 AM. He has just worked today, with 4 clients, and then had to deal with me. He must be so tired. We still didn’t have sex, the GP and the client, and this was our second night together, which is weird right? But this didn’t matter to me at this point. I brush my teeth, turn the lights out, and get into bed with him. He moves to my side and spoons me. I was out like a light… … and hours later get woken up by him playing with my ass and nipples. He sees me open my eyes. “Good morning baby,” he says. He then pokes me with his dick, from behind. He was super hard. “I hope you want this.” I got really woken up by the sight. Holy moses was he hot. He had my condoms and lube from the bathroom now by the side table. He definitely wanted it. So after some foreplay, he had his way with me. I never really got used to the size, the sight of him sweaty and kissing me. It was huge but I soldiered on. I wanted him to have fun. It was painful, but I tried to not show it. It was hot tho, and after some exertions he pulled out and took out the condom. “I want to cum,” he said. “I usually don’t cum on days I work. I am not working today right?” I tell him he can cum. “Cum with me. It only counts if we do it together.” So I try my best. My ass still was in pain. He kisses me to help. I got there eventually. He cums on my face. He kisses me and then gets me a towel to clean up. Since we were getting on a plane tomorrow, Paulo noted that he needed to get “real” tennis shoes for the flights, since he only took flip flops with him to his Recife trip. I offered to buy him the shoes at the mall, but he said that was an unnecessary expense, and he would rather get his shoes online (on Facebook!) via this site, which was much cheaper: Indeed, the shoes were 60-80 reais ($12-$17) but were obviously fakes, but he wanted to get them, and even got me a pair of the fake Nikes. I appreciated the gift, and wore the pair the whole time we were together, but in reality I was not keen on wearing these. Things one does for love. And we had to meet the seller at the main train station in Recife, which in itself was a sketchy thing to do, but it was all safe-ish and uneventful, and after waiting for 15 minutes at the station: we got the two pairs of shoes: Even if Paulo wanted to take a break from working today, he still wanted to go the sauna tonight, for two things, according to him: (1) it was “por amor” night on Sundays, i.e., there were a lot of gay guys who go on Sundays to have sex with other gay guys for free, among the usual client-boy dynamic, and wanted to, for once, be there on a Sunday without having to work, and (2) he wanted to make the working boys hate him, showing that he can go to the sauna for pleasure, with his baby (his words), and not have to work. That sounded surprisingly vindicitve but whatever floated his boat. He didnt live in Recife anyway I guess. I mean, I was OK with that. He can show me off all he wants. But it begged the question: was he gay? I asked him, and he laughed, almost embarrassed, while we were having drinks in Pina Beach waiting for the sunset: He swore he was as straight as anyone else, and even lent me his phone, with the photo gallery open. I scrolled through. All I saw were picture after picture of naked women, in various states of undress, and close ups of their anatomy. He showed me his Tinder messages, all to women. “I never get hard thinking of a man, and I’ve only dated women.” I followed up, saying that he was always hard in the time we were together. “You’re different. You’re my buddy.” He said. I didn’t know what that meant, but I let the subject go for now, and we have time to dive into this as the week together unfolded (and we would). Later at the sauna was a revalation. Goodbye COVID. The sauna was packed, with dance music blaring everywhere, and gay guys of all sizes, from the hotties to the twinks to the regular guys, everyone seemed to be there, having a good time. “All nightclubs are still closed in Recife,” Paulo explained, “so this is the next best thing, for now.” Indeed, there were lines to get drinks, and a lot of cruising was going on: And we did our part for the “por amor” part. From the bar, the sauna, to even the stage area, we made a good impression of a couple in love, kissing, being close, as just having a good time: This hybrid boy sauna/gay cruising sauna was new to me, and I must admit, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in any sauna confines in Brazil. A big part of this for sure was the sauna itself, Termas Boa Vista, and the city of Recife, for having a venue that was as fun and as free as I’ve ever seen anywhere, COVID or not. But of course, the real reason I was having fun was because I was with THIS guy. I never even missed the fact that I was missing out on the great slate of guys available to be paid, or the free action that was to be had everywhere else. Paulo was enough, sometimes even too much, at times. We had some skirmishes with other guys who hated the amount of PDA we’ve been having. Neither of us cared. I wonder how this would change Paulo reputation in the sauna. Will this hurt him, or help him get more customers when he is ready to sell himself again? I got my answer to that 3 weeks from today. So next, my BF the GP, and I, heading to Rio.

I Can’t Catch a Break I’ve been wondering about these types of questions a lot recently: Why do I keep going to Brazil? Why did I brave traveling thousands of miles away, to a different continent, during a deadly pandemic? Why did I bother learn a language that I have no use for at home, and may not have use for outside this godforsaken country? Well I think I just got as close to an answer as I will ever be, right now. Back in Recife, in Termas Boa Vista, on a busy Saturday night, I was sitting in the bar, minding my own business, until this guy, THE guy, tapped my shoulder to say hi. I turned around. He came into view. Well, well, well. Maybe Recife isn’t so bad in the hot guy department after all. He was tall, well built, with giant biceps, a big chest and sculpted abs. And it wasn’t just musculature, it was defined musculature, which seems like splitting hairs, but it really isn’t, not if you were making the distinction from some run-of-the-mill Carioca bombado with lots of help from steroids, and this guy. Nope, this was active musculature. The kind that can only be attained through hard work at the gym and through sports, a mind for aesthetics, and of course, winning the genetic lottery. As I gathered my jaw off the floor, he sat down on the empty seat in front of me. I began studying his face – handsome, but very distinctive, not cookie cutter in any way at all, and while I was doing that, I saw that he was trying to figure me out too. After a few seconds of silence, I spoke up, introduced myself, and then asked him some generic getting-to-know-you questions. I could tell he was an expert GP – he knew all the cute ways to answer those questions that have been asked of him probably hundreds of times before, by hundreds of strangers, but I dug deeper, asked him more and more questions, about stuff that he probably haven’t heard anyone ask him before. He was taken aback at first, unsure of what answers to give. His response at first was to ask me his own set of deep-divey questions. I tried to answer them as straightforward as I could, and some of the questions were a bit personal, but I tried to answer with as much light-heartedness as I could. Which seemed to work. He was laughing and getting what I was trying to convey. He finally answers my own probing questions, and I got to the point where I was lost in the conversation itself, and not the guy - with the imposing physical presence - in front of me. We got to the topic of Recife itself. He asked me what I thought of it, and what I thought of this sauna as well. I was candid, telling him about the last time I was here, including details about the BF (I called him ex-BF of course, to convey a sense of availableness). He was interested in this particular detail of course, peppering me afterwards with questions about the relationship, the dynamic of the pairing, and why it “ended.” I tried to be as forthcoming as I could, under the circumstances. I was rewarded with his a tale of his own series of failed relationships, all with women, as well as hearing his philosophy on relationships in general. There was interest in both sides, for certain, but I was wondering why he was not making overtures to get me to a programa. He was after all, a GP, and making a sale is why he is here. The faster he got me to cum, the earlier he will be back in his own bed. As if on cue, he got us back to the topic of the sauna. “Is this your first time here?” he asked. “No, my second time, but that last time was just a brief visit.” “Cool, let me show you the place.” He took my hand, and after thinking about it, let go of it and just nudged me towards a certain direction. He gave me a tour of the place. I appreciated the effort, and even though I have seen everything at this point, I still wanted to hear what his take was on this sauna. We go back to the bar area and saw that all the seats were taken. “Where do you want to go?” he asked. I finally break the client-boy barrier and said – “Why don’t we get a room?” His huge smile breaks out. “Sure! I’ll get us the best one. I’ll be right back.” He bolts to the stairs. He comes back with a key. He leads me to the end of the hallway where the room was. Presidential Suite 8: The room was sparkly clean, as I remembered it. The bed was made and clean, the towels and condoms were neatly placed, and even the remotes were easy to find and cleansed as well. We both sit on the bed. “It’s better to talk to here, away from those nosy people. They were probably wondering what was so interesting that we have talked that long.” he said, laughing. I concurred with him. It’s kind of a crapshoot to have any decent conversations in a boy sauna. Though I admit, you don’t go to a boy sauna to talk in the first place. But talk we did, continuing what we had in the bar, in this room, and continued our explorations through our lives and experiences. I was hooked on listening to his stories. Such insight was hard to find from someone you just met an hour ago. And he seemed to be interested in my life too, asking me follow up questions that made the conversation sail. Up close and in bed with me, I began to notice details about his physicality that was not obvious to me sitting in a bar with him. His skin was super smooth and bronzed, he definitely took care of himself. I began noticing scars in certain parts of his body – not grotesque – but interesting and actually complements his whole style, and it gave his imposing physicality an added authenticity. He earned those scars for sure. His big bright eyes always lit up whenever he heard something interesting. I briefly wondered what his cock would look like. And then we heard a knock on the door. “Oh shit, it’s closing time.” he exclaimed. I looked at the time. Oh man, it was 10 minutes to 10 PM. I was shocked. “How long have we been talking?” I asked him. “2, 3 hours, maybe more?” he said. “ What do you want to do?” he asks me. Reality set in finally: Before coming to the sauna, I booked a post-sauna overnight with a couple I messaged on garotocomlocal.com. We planned on meeting at 10 PM, since i thought I'd be done with the sauna by then, and then after the overnight, have a beach day tomorrow with them. I figured that I would get my freak on here at the sauna, and then retire to bed with a couple of hot guys for dessert. Regrettably though, if I didn’t book those GPs in advance, I would have invited THIS guy instead, to my hotel. He seems way more interesting than a couple of GPs from a website, and I haven’t even seen him all nude yet. I relunctantly said that I had to go, as I invented some excuse that I was meeting up with some friends later back in my apartment. He seemed fine with it, but then asked “What are you doing tomorrow?” Damn it. I told him the truth, since I had that beach day with the couple, I told him that I was going to the beach with the same friends. “OK, I hope to see you here tomorrow night at the sauna then.” I told him yes, I will be here. Maybe we can spend more time together. As we prepare to leave the room, he stands in front me, towering. He leans over to kiss me, lightly at first, and then deeply. After some adjusting, a lightbulb just went on for both of us quite suddenly... we suddenly realized that this was amazing, so we kissed for a while. And then we kissed and we kissed and we kissed. Wow, we actually discovered another thing, other than talking, that we wanted to do with each other. We did it until we get another angry knock outside. “We need to go,” he said. “I don’t want to go,” I answered back. We finally open the door to leave, while still locked together in an embrace. As we came up for air, I noticed that, indeed, the place has closed. We were the last people here, and they had started cleaning up: We go down to the lockers, and as he put on clothes (boo, he should never put on clothes), I took my wallet and things from my locker. I check my cellphone. Damn, that GP couple was looking for me, as I saw some messages, and missed calls, from them on my phone. I fished out 150 reais out of my wallet to give THE guy as a tip. For his time. I go back to him and he scoops me up and starts kissing me again. We go to reception so I can pay my bill. Cheap, compared to RJ and SP: As I was paying, he asks me where I was staying. I told him I was staying in Boa Viagem. He said that he was staying in Boa Viagem too, and we could go home in the same taxi together. I said sure, so I whipped out my phone for Uber. He pushed my phone away and says no need for that, we can get the taxi waiting in front. "I'm paying," he said. He says he knew the guy and was always his ride home after the sauna and he gets a discount for being a loyal customer. A red flag perhaps? But no, I trusted him, for some reason. I gave the driver directions, and the driver acknowledged that we, indeed, lived close to each other. As we made the journey from Boa Vista to Boa Viagem, we continued to kiss. I looked at the driver at times. He was unfazed. He has probably seen everything before, with hundreds of clients, and this boy. As we get closer to my apartment, the boy asks me again if I was going to see him tomorrow. I promised him that I would. We exchanged Whatsapp. We kiss again. We compose ourselves as the taxi stops in front of my apartment building. I give him the 150 reais. He declines the money. “We didn’t do anything!” he says. I insisted, he resisted. “I took all your time away from you,” I said. He then counters with “I already had 3 clients before you showed up today, so I was already good for the day.” I laugh. Fine, I said. I give him a peck on the cheek, and then, as I get out of the car, turned around and threw the 50 reais bill in the passenger seat. “For the taxi!” I said. He laughed. “Tabom” he says. I slam the car door shut. They drive away into the night. Relunctantly again, I then message the GP couple who were waiting for me to reply. I could not cancel on them. It was the right thing to do. They might have cancelled on some other clients to be with me. Besides, it is two hot guys to have fun with till tomorrow afternoon. It might be good for me. And it was, sort of. The sex was good (did it three times, everyone was crazy versatile). We had three meals together (with good conversation). We went to the beach (the sun was amazing). But all that time, I was thinking about that guy. THAT guy. I was distracted through the whole thing. Even with two dicks waved in my face. Can you blame me? And at 2 AM, after the first sex with the GP couple, and after getting pizza to be delivered, I get a message from THAT guy. He sent me a picture of two hamburgers and a receipt of his iFood delivery: He then follows up with “This is what I did with the 50 reais you gave me tonight. The second hamburger is yours because you paid for it. Do you want to come here and eat it with me?” I wanted to say yes, but knew I couldn’t because I had company. But it was a sweet reminder for me that you never really know what the universe will send your way. All you can do is to be open to the possibilities. Let’s see what the possibilities are, next.

Hehe thanks @reader. @paulsf let me know that gaythailand had a link to my current trip report in boytoy, so thanks to him too. Indeed, with Thailand still closed, I am spending all my free time in Brazil. I do hope Thailand opens soon, so I can go and then write about the trip as well. In the meantime, for those who want to see how Brazil is doing their reopening efforts, follow the thread above!