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Is there a category for Best Slut Writing? LOL too kind.

Too bad @Tomcal. Your experience and insight are always needed in the forums. Your reports are the primary reason I've ventured out to Brazil in the first place. I hope you reconsider. I guess this is a reason why I don't post *too many* photos of the boys I've met in Brazil. If I do post, its photos that are readily available on the internet so it can't be traced back to me. It's a good point tho. If a boy freely gives out his photos to his clients, or if he has a public Instagram that he shares to anyone who asks, there is hardly an expectation of privacy. Photos taken by clients and shared online are another matter. The debate is still out if consent is needed to post personally taken photos in public. Some argue that the publicity will net them more customers. Some will say that it's a violation of their privacy. I just don't do it *too much*. Still, don't be a jerk guys. Don't show the photos to the boys. I do not want the photo fun to end in this forum. I am sure you guys don't want it to end either.

Day 6: Night and Day “I have decided on something,” Diego tells me at 2:30 AM. Leo, Alex and both Diego and I shared a few beers after McDonalds at Alex’s house, and we were all in good spirits. Today, Alex and I were going to Rio to hangout for a few days. I booked a one-bedroom AirBNB in Ipanema weeks ago, not knowing that Alex would want to tag along. Not to worry. The AirBNB had a sofa bed in the living room. Diego was making the journey with us to Rio, because that’s where he lives. Our deal was he would stay with me for 5 days in Sao Paulo, as payment for the 500 reals I gave him to help him escape his pimp and be able to live on his own. “What is it?” I ask Diego, as we cuddle in Alex’s bedroom. “I’ve decided to stay with you in Rio as well. You’re there Wednesday to Saturday correct? You leave Saturday?” I nodded. “OK. I want to stay with you longer.” I asked him how much for the extra three days. He said to not worry about it. Same deal as before. I didn’t expect Diego to stay with me the whole time I was in Brazil. But so far it’s been nice. Yes, there was another mouth to feed when we go out, but that hardly mattered considering how much I’ve gotten back from him. “But what about the money you could get in the sauna? I am keeping you from your income.” I tell him, worryingly. I did not want to keep him from his work. It’s one thing when Alex takes some time off from work, but he earns a salary. Diego’s disposition is different. If he doesn’t work, he doesn’t eat. Plain and simple. “A regular client of mine in Europe just sent me money, so I am good this week.” he says. “He sends you money even if you don’t sleep with him or stay with him?” I ask. “Yes, I get a monthly allowance. It’s a big part of the reason why I was able to pay off my pimp. And when he comes to Brazil, I just stay with him. He’s coming next month for a month, so I’ll see him then.” So thank you, random European person, for subsidizing my time with Diego. I feel this practice is more common than I think. So in the morning, and after Alex returns his car to his parent’s house, we all Uber it to Guarulhos. Took lots of photos of Diego at the airport, by the plane, in his seat, disembarking, and at Santos Dumont in Rio. I get it, it’s his second time on a plane. He is still giddy. We Uber it to Ipanema and it only took us 15 minutes in this early afternoon. That gave us time to do Rio shit like: Take the Rio Metro to Uruguiana station: Shop for knick-knacks at Uruguiana: Diego was looking for a used iPhone to buy in Rio’s version of Rua 25 de Marco, but because we had Alex, a programmer and tech geek with us, we were able to discover that most of the iPhones in Uruguiana were blocked by Apple. Perhaps stolen and then duly blocked by the hapless victims? I dunno. Diego got discouraged and we went home. Go back to the apartment and shower, and then we were ready to head out to Pointe 202, the GP sauna in Copacabana (no photos allowed!): While we were waiting for Alex to finish getting ready, Diego shows me a photo of a guy. The guy looked young, handsome, naked, and had a hard-on. “Who’s that?” I ask. Diego says that it was his roommate, who was also called Diego, who was asking my Diego if I was interested in seeing him. “I am showing you this as a favor to him, since he needs money, but you are not obligated to see him.” I look at the photo again. Indeed the boy was handsome and hot. I tell Diego to ask him to go to Pointe 202 so we can meet him, so I can make a better determination if I liked him or not. Diego texts Diego Dois (that’s his name now) to meet us at the sauna. When we got to the sauna, it was almost 8 PM, but the place was packed to the gills. It was a Wednesday night, a school night, but it was like night and day compared to Sao Paulo’s Lagoa. There was also a show tonight, which what might explain the crowd, but even still. Alex was excited. We got our beers and surveyed the selections. I told Diego I wanted someone super muscular, maybe a little bit darker this time. I wanted an opposite of what I had yesterday (white muscular twink). After a few misses, Diego and I find Marcos, a handsome, muscular, and darker GP, with giant biceps (disproportionately so, eu acho) and a nice fat cock. Diego again negotiated his sweet spot (150 reals for everything) and Marcos and I were on our way to our room. Marcos was a gem. Everything you wanted from a GP. Him: perfect muscles, great to look at and touch, delicious ass to eat, perfect cock to suck. His demeanor: super attentive, gave as much as I did to pleasure me. His attitude: very laid-back, but very passionate. His sex: knew how to pace, knew how to bottom: fiercely, came in my mouth like a bullet. Post-coitus too: great conversationalist putting one at ease, gave his WhatsApp plus a few more photos to ensure repeat business. Worth the 150 that was asked for. Afterwards I found Diego sitting with a fellow handsome boy just chatting. It was Diego Dois, looking gorgeous and young in his shirt and cut-off shorts. He shakes my hand to say hello. We sit down over a few beers. After a while, Diego sets me aside. “Do you want him to stay with us tonight?” Sure, I say. “Same 150 reals. And don’t worry, I will stay in the living room with Alex while you two have sex in the bedroom.” Diego adds. “So we can’t have a threesome?” I jokingly responded. “No!” Diego replies nervously. “He is like a brother to me. I can’t do that. It would be too weird.” That’s when I learned the word “estranho.” We found Alex in the steam room and we all decided to leave the sauna. Diego Dois whispers something to Diego and they talk for a good while, while Alex and I pay for our accounts at the counter. As we descended the stairs Diego was telling me that Diego Dois needed the 150 reals up front to pay a debt. He would go to the house of his lender and pay up while we waited for him. I found that sort of “estranho,” but I have trusted Diego all this time so I fished three 50 Real bills from my wallet and gave it to Diego Dois. All four of us exited the sauna and made our way to the street. We get to the corner of Rua Siquiera Campos, where the sauna was located, and Rua Alfredo Valadao. Diego Dois tells us to wait for him there while he goes to the house of the guy he owed money from. It was muito estranho at this point. It was 11 PM, we were all outside, exposed, on a Rio street corner, just standing around. Why were we doing this? Every young man, or group of young men, that walked passed us, I thought could be thieves. Diego however, was acting normally, talking to Alex about the sauna. After waiting 10 minutes, even Alex was nervous. “Did Diego Dois take the money and run?” he asks us. “Nao, I trust him,” Diego replies. There was an old car, with three young men in it, which slowed down past us to make the turn to the next street. I almost jumped out of my skin. I thought: this was it; I am going to die here. But the car just continued on its way up the street. Diego sensed my anxiety and gave me huge hug. At the 20-minute mark, Diego was kind of nervous as well. He kept peering up the street to see if Diego Dois was to be seen. Did we get stiffed? And then I see Diego smile. I guess Diego Dois didn’t take the money and run after all. Diego Dois apologized for the tardiness. He said the person was sleeping and had to be woken up. I was relieved and hugged Alex. “Uber?” I ask the guys, so we can leave this exposed position and get to relative safety. “Let’s buy some food to eat and some beers first,” Diego says. “I know a cheap place. I go there often after the sauna. We can just walk there.” Fine. As we walked on Rua Siquiera Campos, I again felt uneasy and exposed. It was now 11:30 PM, and walking the unfamiliar street got me to worry a bit more. There were not a lot of people in the streets but the ones that were, were young. Diego tells me to calm down. He was there to protect me. He puts an arm around me. Maybe I was being a little too anxious. It was night and day again. I’ve never felt danger when in Sao Paulo, but there was something about Rio that just scares me a little. We get to the place called Big Bi Sucos and Sanduiches: Which was on the corner of Ruas Siquiera Campos and Barata Ribeiro: Diego knew what to order. Some sandwiches, a big order of French fries, and several cans of beer. It cost 93 reals, which seemed cheap to me, for all the things we got (I paid). Alex gets the Uber. We get to the apartment (no problems getting Diego Dois through the porter, the porter didn’t seem to care, or didn’t seem to be conscious at this late hour). Diego sets up the chairs and table for all of us to sit and situates the food. We all share the beers and food and everything was good again. My moral of the story is: Rio can be a dangerous place to visit. So when in Rio, you can’t be too overly cautious. But don’t let this cautiousness ruin a good time with friends. After 2 hours of food and beer and French fries, Diego instructs Diego Dois to shower. I guess it was time. I shower after him. When I was done, Diego was in the living room playing with his phone. He sees me and goes to me for a hug. He tells me Diego Dois is in our bedroom, waiting. “Don’t give him any more money if he asks you, OK? You already paid. That’s it. Not a centavo more.” I enter the bedroom and there was Diego Dois, super naked, waiting for me. He indeed was gorgeous, more boyish than Diego, but the visuals were great nevertheless. So maybe it was all the beer? I knew he drank a lot. But Diego Dois couldn’t get hard. Not even by blowing him, not even if he looked at straight porn off my phone, he could not get hard. He kissed well, sucked decent, ass tasted like Christmas, but could not get hard. After trying for a while, I gave up. I fucked him senseless (maybe too aggressively – to compensate?). Afterwards he apologized profusely, and promised we could do it again in the morning, if given another chance. We both emerge from the bedroom and Diego Dois showers again. “Fraco. Nao dura,” were the first words out of my mouth when Diego asked me about the sex with Diego Dois, when Diego and I were both in bed. Diego Dois slept in the living room, not with us. “Really,” Diego answers. I told Diego it was fine. I fucked him, I came. All was fine. Diego shook his head. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” I told Diego it was no big deal. He guided my hand to his crotch. “Nao e fraco,” he says, as I feel his hardness underneath his briefs. He was showing me what hard really was. And it was really hard. And if a hot guy in his underwear was in my bed, hard, it’s easy to know what happens next. Night and day. Soft and hard. More Rio tomorrow.

shrug.gif I mean, they might just be misinformed. The real reason, I think, was that we just wanted a reason to make fun of my friend, who may have a habit of hooking up with boys who are under 18. LOL you magnificent bastard. I DID have my feet bound as a kid /s. The sandwich was amazing. I wish I was having it now. The mortadela sandwich in Sao Paulo remains my favorite breakfast to have in SP. Hey there @HiThereAll. Awesome stories! I'd be curious to know what they'll charge you at Carretao. Report back if you do go.

Yes it’s the same building. St Moritz is on the second floor and Gigolo Erotic House is on the third floor. I haven't had any experience going to St Moritz simply because I'd get to that building and I would be too late (to much to do in Bogota). I think it is open early afternoon to early evening, but closes before Gigolo opens. I'd imagine there is some intersection between the boys in the sauna at St Moritz and the strip club Gigolo, so I can understand if they’re not open the same hours. I've always had a ton of fun at Gigolo Erotic house. The guys are super fun and hot and always available for a fondle. The drinks are not that expensive. And yes there are live sex shows (just fucking, but still), and the dancers dance nude (and hard) later in the night. The private shows are pretty good too. I've had a 19-year old Venezuelan stripper have full on sex with me (including him cumming in my mouth) in the private booth. I have heard that this was not normal, and usually the boys just do a dance for you, naked, in the private booth. You can suck their dicks though, and maybe even get a rim in, if you dare. Some even kiss passionately. All for just 50 mil COP. Some of the dancers at Gigolo also dance at Theatron. They will be more receptive to you approaching them for sex later, at Gigolo than at Theatron. Sufficed to say that 19-year-old Venezuelan made it to my apartment the next night.

Maybe my visit to Mezzaninu last May wasn't a fluke? I too was unable to find anything there from the selection. I went on a Tuesday and Friday night.

Day 5: A Mineiro’s Guide to Sao Paulo We got done with the sauna at 11 PM last night. Even with the spectacular programa with Miguel, I kept thinking I missed my opportunity with Lucas, the blonde delight. If only I had waited a little longer, instead of snapping up Miguel. Oh well. These are the ridiculous “problems” one has when in Brazil. “I missed my chance with Hot Guy A because I was too busy having spectacular sex with Hot Guy B!” Sounds ridiculous when you think about it after the trip. But during the trip, I felt some distress over it. Brazil has spoiled me. Any other place would just pale in comparison. But wait, I had Hot Guy C with me the whole time as well. Diego, ever so patient with waiting on me the whole trip, had huge plans for tomorrow. It was our last full day in SP, so he wanted to make it count. Luckily, Alex, whose apartment we all were invading, took the rest of the week off, so he was free tomorrow to hang out and be our guide to touring Sao Paulo. Don’t ask me how he got a full week off. But I think it meant getting a doctor’s note somewhere and sending it to his boss. Which also meant he couldn’t post anything on social media for the week, because he is supposedly sick. Oh well. His life, not mine. Moving on. We got to bed around 2 AM, but not before Diego asked me for sex. I joked that it is usually me who initiates sex with him. “I want it too sometimes you know,” he tells me. “When I want it, I want it, and I usually get it.” And he definitely got it. I have the scratch marks in my back and hickies in my neck and chest to prove it. I wonder what Alex thought about the noises we were making in his own bedroom. I got woken up by Diego at 9 AM. “Levanta amor,” he whispers, asking me to get up, and tells me the time. He was already showered and clean, and he was in his briefs looking mighty fine. I give his crotch a slight tug, and then reluctantly I do my bit in the bathroom. I finish and start putting on clothes and smell coffee brewing. I go to the kitchen and see Diego making 3 cups of coffee. Where is Alex, I ask. “He’s buying some bread. We will have breakfast here.” Alex arrives and Diego makes us all Mortadela sandwiches. How did I not know that Alex and Diego are both from the State of Minas Gerais? They were telling me this fact as Alex drives us to our various locations. We mainly went to familiar places, like Beco do Batman, Paulista Ave, MASP and Sao Paulo Cathedral. But probably what stood out for me this trip were the numerous abandoned buildings the city had that had beautiful graffiti: Alex made sure we were all back at home at 6 PM, because he didn’t want us to arrive too late at the sauna today. He sensed that I was disappointed with the sparse choices yesterday, perhaps due to our late arrival, so he made sure we could get ready for the sauna at an earlier time than our arrival yesterday. Some coffee and 3 showers later, we were out the door. We got to Lagoa at 7:30 PM. Just an hour earlier than yesterday. Upon getting there, I still felt that the place could use more people. It was a Tuesday nigtt, so understandably the place would be less busy, but I always felt that the Rio saunas had more people any night of the week. We all plopped ourselves in the seating and tables area and had a beer. There was probably double the amount of boys than yesterday. Which was not saying much because it was not busy yesterday. Diego asks me what I was in the mood for today. “Voce,” I said, in my pathetic attempt at flattery. Diego laughs. “Later. I will get my turn. But now, I want you to be happy. It makes me happy to see you happy.” It was a flattering statement, and one that he would repeat over and over throughout the trip. I didn’t know what kind of game he was playing. He is after all a Garoto de Programa, possibly an expert in creating an illusion, and a good-looking one at that. I am sure he is angling for some type of compensation towards the end, even if he said it was not needed (because of the help I gave him a month ago to escape his pimp). Oh well, we just have to wait and see. But what was I in the mood for today? I am thinking maybe someone different from what I had yesterday. I had Miguel, the giant (6’4), handsome and muscular GP. Today, maybe someone slighter, shorter, but still equally captivating. Maybe someone younger too. A muscular twink maybe. I tell this all to Diego. He asks me if that was what I really wanted tonight. I nodded. Diego then left his seat. “Where are you going?” I ask. “I’m gonna find you a boy!” Ten minutes later, Diego reappeared, and he had two boys in tow. Both were young-looking, both were slighter (but still with defined abs and muscles), and both were handsome. Wow, it was just like ordering off a menu with Diego. “Choose one,” Diego tell me. I thought to myself, could I choose both? Maybe I can make a threeway happen. And before I could say this thought to Diego, Diego blurts out “Not both, just one.” I laugh. “Por que?” I ask. “Too much money,” Diego says. “Entao, you pick,” I finally say. I just found it heartless to pick just one boy, in front of everyone. Diego, perhaps used to rejection when dealing with clients in saunas, had fewer scruples about rejecting a fellow boy. He sizes up the boys and then asks them a few questions. He finally chooses the slightly taller and more ripped of the two. He bids the other boy a healthy “Valeu!” and invites the other boy to sit next to me. The boy does not order anything. “Robert,” he introduced himself. Paulista, 24 years old (looks younger). He asks me where I hailed from. “Sou gringo,” I say; my usual introduction. “Really,” Robert says, in English. He then proceeds to have a full conversation with me in near-perfect English. I was kind of surprised. I ask him why his English was so good. He said he works for a hotel also so he needs to be fluent. We actually had quite a lengthy conversation amongst the other Brazilians at the table who were speaking in Portuguese. And I actually enjoyed talking to Robert. He was affable and charming. I almost was sorry I had to ruin the moment by asking for a programa. But Lagoa isn’t a café, it’s a whorehouse. So I had to ask Diego if they agreed on terms (not yet). I’d rather get Diego set the business side of things, just out of consistency. Sure enough, the same deal. Everything, including bottoming and cumming, for 150 reals. I kiss Diego on the lips before Robert whisked me away to the counter to get our cabina. In the room Robert takes off his towel to reveal some black briefs. He was already hard, and the outline of his giant cock was all I could see. That looked like a monster. Sure enough, as I unwrapped my present, the giant cock sprung out. That thing was huge, and thick. Maybe it was a matter or proportion, and just an optical illusion, because Robert was shorter and slighter than Miguel from yesterday, but it did look like Robert had a bigger cock than the towering Miguel. I naturally put it in my mouth, like my life depended on it. It’s rare that I’d start a programa not with a kiss on the lips, but with a mouth on the shaft, but that’s what happened. I got over the cock and concentrated on the boy. He was gorgeous. White boy looks, interesting tall nose. Pretty brown eyes and boyish features. His body, even more perfect. Not an ounce of fat on him. Cum gutters. 8-pack abs. Nice firm pecs. Biceps you could squeeze. I got down to the worship. He clearly took care of his body. I did what I could to show it the attention it deserved. And he was pretty hairless, so rimming was heavenly. I was in heaven. It was his turn to show attention. He was pretty good. Sucked great. Even rimmed. This was a treat. He put a condom on me and sat on it. With each thrust up and down, his giant hard cock was bouncing up and down as well, hitting his tummy with a sound. It was a sight to see. I came really hard at that point. Too much sensory overload. He takes off my condom and throws it on the floor (gross). He lays beside me and asks me how I wanted his cum. “I just want to see you shoot.” So he kisses me, and asks me to fondle his balls. He pulls back and cums, with cum shooting on his face and chest. A gusher! He reaches for the toilet roll by the bed and dries himself off. We cuddle after and we talk a little bit more about each other. It’s nice to meet a GP who was fluent in English. I’d rather practice my Portuguese, but once in a while it’s nice to have this instead. We exchange WhatsApp and take showers. We head to the lockers and I fish out 150 from my wallet. I give it to him and he kisses me. “WhatApp ok?” he says. “Let’s hangout again, maybe not here?” I said sure. This was a guarantee. The boy: I get back to my posse and Diego looks at me with a bit of worry. “That was a long time. Are you ok?” I assure him that everything was ok. I was not sure how long we took. Diego said it was an hour or more. Maybe he was exaggerating. Alex didn’t get anyone at the sauna and just shot the shit with Diego over beers. We paid up and left the place. We stopped by Leo’s place of work to pick Leo up. We then decided to get McDonald’s for dinner, since Leo was buying and that’s what he wanted to have for dinner. 120 reals later we had our burgers, fries and cokes. I take a photo of our food and send it to Robert: Another behind the scenes peek at a boy’s process to get more clients. You never really think about these boys with perfect bodies ever diet to retain their perfect bodies. It’s probably worth it, not eating McDonalds forever if you depend on your body for your income. We shouldn’t be eating this shit anyway. But in a perfect evening, sitting in the patio area of the McDonalds on Rua Serra de Braganca in Tatuape, with newfound friends, that hardly mattered. Tomorrow, the posse's heading to Rio.

Day 4: Better Late than Never The past three nights were pretty intense. It was a holiday weekend and a lot of Paulistas were in Sao Vicente for some beach time and fun. While the beaches in Sao Paulo were not as picturesque and beautiful as the Rio beaches of Ipanema/Copa and Arrail do Cabo, and the water not as clean as one would want, it was still a pretty nice alternative to just spending all our time in the city of Sao Paulo. No saunas as well, but there were enough gays and gay things to do that it hardly mattered. But we were now in the city for this next phase of my vacation, and Diego, my Garoto de Programa companion, told me he wanted to explore. A life of crushing poverty and tragedy has not afforded him the time nor the resources to travel. I always takes these things for granted, the fact I can travel with abandon without even thinking about it. I was motivated to show Sao Paulo to Diego, with the help of Leo and Alex. Because of the late night we had last night, and just general fatigue, I woke up at 1 PM. I got woken up by Diego, still sleeping, putting an arm around me in his sleep. Nothing like a good-looking and sexy guy to wake up to. With all the sex and partying and talks we’ve had, this, now, is probably my favorite time with him thus far. It was nice the first time I met him in the upper bar level at Ponte 202, but the sauna’s sexually charged atmosphere obscured his more subtle charms. And my time with him with our friends is also great, but it is in these quiet times that he shines the brightest. “Bom dia amor,” he says, as he opens his eyes and catches me staring. I give him a peck on the lips. He smiles and then shakes his head and mimes a brushing teeth motion and puts a hand on my check and squeezes it. He’s always a guy who wants a clean workspace, which meant I had to do the same. I joined him in the bathroom to brush teeth and shower. We start making out while soaping up. We towel off and head back to the bedroom. We go back to the bedroom all naked and hard and kissing and such. We had Alex’s apartment all to ourselves right now with Alex at work, and we made use of the space pretty well. Diego was hard as a rock today, probably the hardest I’ve ever seen him. I took advantage of this and looked for a condom. I look at the drawers by the bedside and I see a shit-ton of condoms and three bottles of lube in a drawer. Well of course, this was a gay man’s apartment after all. I wrap Diego up and lube his monster and myself up. I get him to lie on the bed and I sit on him. Slowly at first, up and down. After I get over the initial pain and get a groove on, Diego takes me and sits up and lays me on my back. He pile drives me into oblivion. We find ourselves in the shower again. I thank him for the extra intensity this time around. Probably the most intense we’ve had ever, I tell him. He laughs out loud and then lets me in on a secret. He tells me that our first time, at the sauna Pointe 202, he had a difficult time getting hard with me but eventually was able to. The second time, which was the next day at the apartment, he took no chances and took a Viagra before and that ensured him and me a hard time. He had some Viagra with him for Sao Paulo, but he said the last few days, he did not need it. He admitted he was attracted more to women, but he was getting used to me and he said being close to me made him randy as well. I am not sure if this was Garoto de Programa talk, but it was interesting that he told me this. I will take him hard or soft. We get dressed and I get an Uber for us and we cab it to Mercado Municipal because he always wanted see it, and to shop at Rua 25 de Marco. We get there and have our late lunch. I get a Mortadela sandwich that was to die for, but it was bigger than my head: We do our rounds, we take our photos. We walk to Rua 25 de Marco, the popular shopping street. I always walk away with something from here. This time it’s a screen protector for my iPhone. 10 reals. Diego gets a few things: a cellphone case, a wallet, shorts, a t-shirt. All adding up to less than 100 reals. He paid for his own things. There were a lot of carnival barkers out on the street, trying to entice people to go into their stores. Diego chats it up with one of them, who then refers us to another barker, who then accompanies us to another man two blocks away. We meet with this man, and after a few words exchanged, the man disappears into a shop for a while. Diego then explains to me that he was trying to buy some “hormones” or “steroids” and found that they have what he wanted for only 100 reals. He says he gets the same thing in Rio for 200 reals or more, so he had to get it here to save money. I was not about to be judgmental about steroid use. I am sure half (or more) of the man gods in Club 117 or Pointe 202 did some sort of steroids. It would explain the great bodies. And Diego did have a drop dead gorgeous body. I guess buying hormones was a work expense. His 100 reals would get him hundreds to thousands of reals. He tells me he was about to do a cycle of intense working out again. He usually does it every 6 months. It’s not as fun to know how the sausage is made but I guess steroid use is a reality with these boys. At 6 PM Alex picks us up and we all go to Shopping Cidade on Paulista to get dinner. I ask Alex how he was doing and he says that he was exhausted but wanted to know that I was having a good time. I told Alex that he did not need to babysit me and he could just go home and rest. Alex tells me not till we go to a sauna. It was almost 8 PM and I tell them that it might be too late to go to Lagoa. Alex insisted. He still thinks I need to go to a sauna everyday I am in Brazil. I am thinking right now Diego is more than enough. I look at Diego and he shrugs. “We can go for a while, see what’s up.” So after dinner we drive to Lagoa. It was 8:30 PM when we get there. We get our locker room keys, slippers and towels. Diego does not change. Alex changes into a towel. I just change into the slippers. We get to the main area and the place was deserted. There were a few customers and some boys, but the place was almost empty. “We got here too late,” I tell the guys. “Relax! Let’s have a beer and see what’s out there,” Diego, always the calming presence, tell us. We sit down among the tables and order a round of beers. One by one, the boys who were still in the premises passed by our table to get our attention. The selection was not very impressive. “I hope it is not always like this,” Alex said. “It’s Monday, maybe they’re slow on Mondays,” Diego comments. “But we’ve been to a sauna in Rio on a Monday night, and the place was packed!” Alex then says. I remember that night in Pointe 202 with Alex and Leo. It was kind of disappointing that it was a slow night, even this late. Then a tall drink of water, in tight blue boxer briefs, passed by. He was really handsome, and exuded a cocky sort of attitude about him. He was super muscular and had a giant ass and a bulge. Diego noticed me eyeing him and asks me if I liked him. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “Vamos ver, ok?” he says, and then waves the boy over. “Miguel,” the boy introduces himself to everyone. Diego pulls up a chair in the next to me and Miguel sits. Diego asks Miguel if he wanted a drink and he said he didn’t need anything. Diego then asks Miguel a few things. Can he bottom? (Yes) Does he kiss well? (Yes) How much with cum? (150 reals), among other things. It’s nice to have someone you’ve had sex with a few times to interrogate someone else who I wanted to have sex with, if that someone agreed to do all the filthy things I liked. Diego then turns to me and tells me that he checks out and says 150 reals for all that with gozar was reasonable. I guess the choice was made for me. Miguel gets us a room and we head over to a cabina. When we get to the room, Miguel thanks me for taking him. He was worried earlier that he got to the sauna late of an hour (8:30 PM) to get any clients. I compliment him and tell him he was a knockout and would think there will always be customers wanting his services. He was the type. He was a white guy, possibly some indio around the eyes. He was really tall (probably 6’4), handsome, with a button nose and nice thick lips. He had muscle upon muscles. He took off his underwear to reveal a soft but swinging cock, and large ass. This was great. We make out and get down to business. He strokes his cock and it takes a while but he gets hard and that thing was a monster. I am glad everything was in proportion. He was proud of it too, showing off his monster erect cock and looking at himself in the mirror. He smiles. I put it in my mouth. I put his ass in my mouth. He works on my cock too. We roll around. He sits on top of me and grinds on my cock. He suits me up, and then sits on it. A face of pain, then some thrusts. He knew what he was doing. I come in the condom. He takes my cock out of his ass and starts jacking off. He puts his balls in my mouth, and then when he was ready he puts his cock in my mouth and cums inside. Diego has briefed Miguel really well. We shower and exchanged WhatsApp numbers for the future. I would like to do that again. I pay him and return to the table where Diego and Alex were. I sit next to Diego and Diego asks me if Miguel turned out good. I give him a thumbs up. He kisses me and then stops for a bit and asks me if I washed my mouth. I told him it was safe to kiss me. The cum was gone. He proceeds. We laugh. I notice that Alex had a boy sitting next to him. The boy was fully clothed, but what I saw was gorgeous even with the clothes. His name was Lucas. 20 years old. From Rio but here in SP to work at the saunas. It was his last day in Sao Paulo, he said, and was about to head over to the bus terminal to go back home. I ask him if he worked in the saunas in Rio. He said he would never do that. He was too known in Rio. I tell him if I can invite him to the AirBNB when I get to Rio in a few days. He gives me his Whatsapp and a link to his Instagram. He bids us all farewell. All you guys know I have a thing for hot Cariocas who dye their hair blonde, like the guy in my avatar, which is a picture of the model Pietro Baltazar. Lucas was like a lower-rent version of Pietro. Probably not as handsome as the real thing, but good enough because you can actually pay him to be with you: Maybe I will see him soon.

I've never been with a boy that gave me a reason to fear for my life. And the boys that step out with me out of the sauna and with me in my apartment bed have been all wonderful and trustworthy. BUT, it is always good to know what is out there. I won't link to the various news clips that have been posted here showing that crime is still rampant, and getting worse. Whenever we go by a sketchy area, usually going by a favela, even when we were in the safety of a moving car, my companions always warn me of going to these favelas. When we leave Ipanema and start walking back to our AirBNB, which is usually just blocks away, I am always told to mind my things and just look straight ahead and look like I belonged. All my friends have stories of being mugged, either in the Metro in Sao Paulo or the Novo Rio bus terminal, or even just walking home. It is easy to manage the risks, and by all means come because the good throughly outweighs the bad, but just be mindful that there are some risks to going to Brazil. Take the necessary precautions and have fun! It's worth it, I promise. The boy wasn't paid, so maybe it wasn't illegal. I did show this wiki page to my friends and they were either ignorant of their own laws, or the wiki is wrong, because they insisted it is illegal. Maybe it is legal, though drinking for minors may be illegal, because this sign was at Quiosque Point G when the boy was with us. The boy may or may not be drinking alcohol (whoops). I may have took a photo of the boy drinking right next to the sign. I may have deleted it lol. I have been thinking a lot about this Russian, and some of you have already given me some information about him. Please let me know if you know him! I want to know him too LOL. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback so far!

Day 1-3: Sao Paulo State of Mind I am condensing the first non-sauna days in this post, because I think most people here prefer the sexy sauna bits anyway. But to others who also like the travel bits, here’s three days’ worth of Sao Paulo state. As the days grew closer to the actual trip, Leo, Alex and I were getting excited. They strongly suggested that we all should go to Sao Vicente, a coastal town by the Atlantic coast, about an hour and a half drive from the city of Sao Paulo. Alex was going to borrow his parent’s car and we would all chip in for an AirBNB for 3 nights. We found a nice two-bedroom just by the beach in the nearby city of Santos. There weren’t any GP saunas in the area (I think), but there were GPs that could be found on Hornet and Grindr (this is Brazil after all). I told my friends that it would be nice to at least have a companion (for sex, talks, whatever else) if Diego decided to flake out on me. So Leo, who is always trying to help, set his fake GPS thing to Sao Vicente and hunted for a few boys for me in case I was solo for the trip. It was important for him to find eye candy as well, because he likes filling his Instagram with pretty things. His findings, ranging from 150 reals for a sex session, to 500 reals per day: Boy 1: Boy 2: Boy 3: We go close to hiring this one, he was 400 reals a day: But the boys weren’t needed. On the day that I would arrive in Sao Paulo, Diego informed me and Leo, through Whatsapp, that he was about to board his Azul flight from Santos Dumont in Rio, to Guarulhos. I was also arriving at Guarulhos, and timed Diego’s flight to arrive the same time as mine did. When I landed I immediately turned my cellphone on, and then a flood of messages on Whatsapp came. Some from Leo and Alex, informing me that they were coming to pick me up, and Diego, sending me photos of his FIRST time on a plane (I didn’t know), all excited, as he made his way from Rio. Diego was already telling me it was the best trip of his life. And he hasn’t even made it to Sao Paulo yet. Immigration was surprisingly quick, as well as baggage arrival. I stepped out onto the arrivals area of Terminal 3 of Guarulhos looking all haggard and gross from the flight from Miami (and the previous flight the night before). Leo and Alex, looking all excited and… Brazilian (as in handsome, trim, and tan) were there waiting. They both greet me in Portuguese, and proceed to ask me how my flight was. It always takes me a day to fully adjust my brain to talking in a different language, since I am usually out of practice, so what came out of my mouth was a horrible garbled version of what my Portuguese usually sounds, and required constant repetition from the boys because what was coming out of my mouth was mostly unintelligible. I was whisked away to the parking garage and had my bags carried by both guys. Alex’s car was a Volkswagen sedan (the Virtus). We drove away and got to Terminal 2, where we saw Diego, looking all handsome in his crisp white shirt, slim jeans, and blond highlights, waiting for us at the curb. He was tanner than I remembered which made his green eyes pop out even more. He sees us and breaks out a million watt smile. I was so glad he came through. I am looking forward to spending more time with him. Our first stop was Leo’s house to have dinner with his mother. Lasagna was what was for dinner, as one would expect from a family with Italian roots. The mother was a fellow whore, and had stories of all the huge penises she has taken in the past. A shower for both Diego and I was next, and Diego wasted no time showing me how much he missed me as well. He had a tan line from where his sunga would be. It was hot. We were told by Leo and Alex to dress up comfortably but fashionably, which meant shorts and a nice t-shirt and shoes I guess. 1. No rest for the wicked: This first night, a Friday night, was really nice out, which for gays here usually meant going to the outdoor bars near Rua Frei Caneca, one of the gay streets in Sao Paulo. Alex parks at a nearby parking lot and then gets all of us cheap beers from a nearby market as we join the throngs of gays sipping beers, talking and flirting with each other. I got my Portuguese to a respectable level enough to not embarrass myself. Though I heard the word “gringo” uttered a few times to describe me: 2. From one gay bar to the next: At 1 AM we quit bar hopping in Sao Paulo, and after a stopover at McDonalds to get sundaes for the road (my treat) we drove straight down to Sao Vicente, the gay beach. The 1.5 hour drive to the beach town was not bad, though we did encounter fog in the last 20 minutes of our drive. We arrived at 2:45 AM, and apparently there was still a lot of gay socializing to be had. Alex stopped at a sandwich shop called Quiosque Ponto G, which is a pretty chill gay hotspot in Sao Vicente, and at this hour in the morning, it was still hopping with gays. https://www.facebook.com/quiosquepontoglsaovicente/ 3. Russian Dressing: Probably the main attraction of Quiosque Ponto G was not the gay clientele or the food or the drinks, it was this waiter: He got us our drink orders and seemed pretty shy and didn’t talk much. Leo was in love of course, and after the waiter left to get our drinks, was raving about how blue the waiter's eyes were. When the waiter comes back with our drinks, Leo was hell bent on talking to him to see what the waiter’s deal was. Leo was trying to flirt with the guy, but 10 seconds into their conversation everyone was wondering where the guy was from, because it was clear, from the long pauses he takes before answering our questions, that Portuguese wasn't his first language. People in our table (and everyone else within earshot) were speculating where he came from. The consensus of the people so far was that he was Venezualan. I asked the guy for him name. “Dmitri,” the guy answers, with the D sounding like how you say it in Portuguese. “Russo!” I shout out. “Voce e Russo!” He smiles and goes back to the counter to serve more drinks. Of course the guy was Russian. Those blue eyes, that blonde hair, impossibly smooth skin. Large powerful legs and blonde hair peppering his arms and legs. I wonder if he was a garoto de programa as well. We speculated about it all night. To this day, I wonder about it. I didn’t get a photo of him but got these from the FB page of Quiosque Ponto G. Photos don’t do him justice. He was just freakin' gorgeous. 4. Beaches with Bitches: We got home at 5 AM and slept till noon. Enough time to check out the beaches. First day went back to Sao Vicente to hang out at Ponto G (as in gay), and just stayed there basking in the sun and drank all day: Next day we ventured out all the way to Guaruja, which meant getting on a ferry with our car and crossing the water: Guaruja was a more well-off part of this area. Leo told me a lot about his childhood spent here with his family and this beach. Caipirinhas and finger food for lunch: For dinner and breakfast, everyone pitched in, and we cooked meals at the AirBNB. We did need a lot of food, since we had to feed all four of us plus all of our tricks: This eerily reminds me of a family outing. Maybe this is my family now. 5. Gays gays gays. Sao Vicente was widely known as the gay part of the area, and Santos, where our AirBNB was, was only 5 minutes away. It was 175 reals a night for a 2 bedroom with a spacious common area, and Leo, Alex and I split the three nights, so it was fair. Also Grindr predictably blew up, and it was full of free boys: And I never really knew how horny Brazilians are before I decided to spend a long weekend with a house full of them. Leo seemed to have a revolving door of tricks from Hornet. If he couldn’t do it in his and Alex’s bedroom, he would just do it in the living room. He didn’t care who saw. Which was fine by me. #pervert Alex, on the other hand, stuck to one boy he met on Day 2. But the pairing slightly crossed the line from what I was comfortable with. The age of consent in Brazil is what, 18? That’s what Leo and Diego told me. The boy Alex met may have been younger than that. The boy may have stayed over at our AirBNB. The boy and Alex may have bickered like an old married couple. It was a running joke the whole weekend. Leo and Diego teased Alex mercilessly about his choice, and that he may go to prison because the boy may be underage. Alex didn’t care. He may have been in love. At this point I could not say anything bad to Alex. I just played along. I wouldn’t be arrested because of this right? I wasn’t doing anything wrong? I really didn’t know the boy’s real age. He did seem a bit young. Oh well, moving on, before I get in trouble. 6. Speaking of old married couples, Diego and I were bonding pretty well. We took ownership of the bedroom that had the queen bed and adjoining bathroom, and made good use of the privacy this provided, in between bar visits and beach lounging. While I could have probably gotten some free tail from Grindr (just because the place was crawling with gays this weekend), I did not want to waste my time looking on my phone while on vacation. I was glad I had my guy there already, and all I had to do was relax and be with me, instead of being distracted about getting the next trip, which Leo was at times. And what I appreciated most about Diego is that he learned to speak Portuguese slower than he usually does, to help with my nascent Portuguese skills and American ears. Actually, Leo and Alex also got to enunciating their words and slowing down their speech cadence for me. At one point, all three got used to slow talking Portuguese that they started talking like this to other Brazilians. Hilarity ensues. On Monday morning at 2 AM, we needed to head back to the city of Sao Paulo. Leo and Alex both had work on Monday, so we all had to end our beach adventures. I offered to drive while Leo and Alex slept in the back. Diego kept me company on the passenger’s seat, not sleeping, but talking to me and singing along to the Spotify playlist I had on in the car, to keep me awake. When we got to the city, it was raining cats and dogs, but I got all of us safely to Alex’s condo building in Tatuape. We all took our luggage and situated ourselves at Alex’s place. Alex laid out a queen-size matress in the living room where he and Leo would sleep. He offered up his bedroom for me and Diego to sleep in. I told him we could just sleep on the mattress but Alex insisted since I was his guest. He gave me a set of keys to the apartment and told me help myself to anything in the house. Diego took a shower, asked me if I wanted sex (tomorrow, I tell him), went to bed and was out like a light. Alex was out too on the mattress. Leo and I stayed up talking till 5 AM. Then, Leo took a shower and then called an Uber to go to his work at a studio somewhere west of Paulista. No sleep for him. I take my own shower, and then snuggled next to Diego. Diego turns around to face me and spoons. He was big spoon. “To frio,” he says, saying that he was cold from the rain still going on outside. This was nice. Next, Diego and Leo, with me at Sauna Lagoa.

Not sure if its the same boy but... Yes he is tall, yes he is muscular, and he has some tattoos, but not full of tattoos. He also doesn't want anyone knowing he is a GP. More on this later, when I write about him. Haha. Well it's still nice to get the temperature of the room. My trip reports are too long, too detailed, and too rambling even for me. Thanks for the more than ample encouragement. Some of you, privately, took umbrage with the fact that I wrote these three words, signifying that I was starving for attention. My intention was to footnote every “Day 0: Setup” post with this “Continue or no?” question, as more of a flourish or rhetorical question that it is a call for votes to see if I am popular or not. It’s always nice to get feedback, but that’s not the main reason why I write my drivel. I write about my adventures primarily because I enjoy writing, and it helps me to take stock of what just happened, especially because these Brazil trips are always super intense and always somewhat life changing. Every. Single. Trip. Traveling alone is a sort of punishment you give yourself. You willingly thrust yourself at the mercy of strangers, in a strange land, with strange customs, and sleeping in a strange bed, eating strange food, and speaking a strange language. But it does change you, always, for the better, because, as the saying goes, “adversity builds character.” So guys, for the few who are reading, I hope you enjoy the trip report!

Day 0: The Setup So I can’t claim the term “newbie” anymore, as this would be my fourth trip to Brazil in 10 months. I do feel that I am not an expert yet, compared to some of you here. But I have gotten over my initial hang-ups with Brazil (dangerous, language barrier, samba overkill) and can honestly say that I am thoroughly comfortable with visiting the country and mixing it up with the locals. To clarify my three hang ups above: dangerous – I still think it is still pretty fucking dangerous, but one can manage the risks when one gets there; language barrier – Portuguese is still a difficult language to learn for me, but I am getting along faster than I thought I would at this stage; samba overkill – this has changed, it is now “funk” overkill, like what reggeaton is to Colombia. This trip was different from the three other Brazil trips I’ve had so far. Those other trips were planned well in advance, with fares bought many months beforehand, and hotels and AirBNBs booked before the good options were snatched away. This trip was spontaneous in comparison. Because of all the fun that was had on the previous trip, I just had to book the next trip as soon as I got home, and only 3 weeks before the actual start of the next trip. My usual preparation: 1. The journey, not the arrival, matters As one would expect, booking less than a month away from the start of the trip yielded far less trip deals ($1000 to $1500 RT) from California. So I buckled down and did a hybrid booking on two separate tickets: I cashed in 25,000 Avios points on my British Airways account from Miami to Sao Paulo on LATAM, and another 25,000 Avios points from Sao Paulo back to Miami, this time on American. And then I paid $350 for a roundtrip from California to get to Miami on American to hop on these Brazil flights. Since these bookings are separate tickets, there was always a danger of missing and losing flights if my first flight from and back to California was delayed. But $350 and 50,000 points were better than $1000 at this point. 2. Show me your friends and I’ll show you your future If you remember last trip, Diego, the garoto de programa who left me and my friends in a sauna for actual paying customers: After the trip I gave him the last 500 reals he needed for him to be able to leave his pimp, and he promised to stay with me (us) on my next trip. After I booked my flights, I confirmed with Diego, and Diego then asked me to buy him his tickets from Rio to Sao Paulo. $88 later, he was set, ready to stay in Sao Paulo with me (us) for 5 nights. As for other companions, Leo, the hairdresser extraordinaire, will be available to hang out with me again. He said he is contracted to work on a TV show the majority of the time I will be there, but will hang out when he can. Alex, Leo’s cousin who is a programmer, said he would be available for the whole time I am there, but will have to see if he can get time off. Hanging out with friends during a sex tourist trip is tricky. On the one hand having local friends can be advantageous with finding out where to go that’s beyond the tourist traps, help with the local language (though I’d rather learn the language too and having friends who speak for you is kind of a double edged sword), and filling out the time in between sauna trips (beaches! Nighclubs! Random orgies!). But traveling with friends meant having to get a consensus on what to do together. Which is like herding cats sometimes. 3. The sky’s the limit if you have a roof over your head With the flights reserved, there was the question of lodging. With my stay in Sao Paulo, I had options. Leo and Alexandre offered their homes up. Leo lived at a house near Guarulhos with his mother and pets. Alex lives in Tatuape, which is situated somewhat in between Guarulhos and Ave Paulista, so it was closer to the action. I tell them to decide for me with whom I’d stay. As we all talked about my week-long stay in Brazil, we determined that staying in Sao Paulo the whole time would be boring. Since Diego was flying back to Rio on Day 6, Alex and I thought that it would be good to also go to Rio the same day (same flight) to spend a few days there (sem Diego of course). So I booked an AirBNB in the middle of Ipanema and Copa (near Aproador), with a sofabed so Alex can stay there as well. AirBNB’s of a certain caliber (24 hour security, full kitchen, washer with gym and pool access) are still less than $50 a night, so not too bad. I paid for the AirBNB, as a thank you to Alex for letting me stay in his house. 4. Variety is the spice of life Finally, as much fun as my newfound friends were, I needed to mix it up. I wanted to see the other people I’ve met in Brasil in the past. So I enlisted the services of Thiago, my find in Belo Horizonte: When he has a break in studies, he tries to take the bus to either Rio or SP to work at the saunas there. While he has had a steady stable of customers in BH, he goes to the bigger cities at times if he needs more money and to mix it up. He stays with friends while in RJ or SP, and charges a little bit more for his programas than he would in the smaller and cheaper Belo Horizonte. He happened to be in Rio the same week I would be. So after my stay with Alex in Rio, I offered to fly Thiago to Sao Paulo from Rio to stay with me for my last night in Brazil this trip. He would take the bus from SP to BH from there in time to be home for his classes the next day. Our terms were simple: he won’t charge me anything to stay with me, in return he would be able to work at Lagoa, the sauna in Sao Paulo, at the same time I was in the sauna hiring boys. Seems like the perfect scenario to me: having someone available during all non-sauna hours, and during sauna hours, having the same person earn money while with me, while I sample for Brazilians. A win-win. No time for Gabriel this trip. I have moved on. So next up, the nightlife in Sao Paulo with Diego, Leo and Alex. Continue or no?

2- Hilton Copacabana

Today (and two months after the events of this trip report): a view from our AirBNB apartment in Barra de Tijuca in Rio. After a few days of depressing rain, finally the sun makes an appearance. Today is definitely a beach day. This current trip, despite only going to the sauna once in 6 days, is probably the most fun I’ve had in Brazil. I could write a trip report about it, but without enough sauna days, would anyone here want to read it? Along the horizon: Pedra da Gavea, (perhaps worth a sunset trek later), down below, the busy Avenida das Americas (driving it is not as challenging as in Centro) and at the center, the start of a Christmas tree.

That wasn’t me @floridarob that was your other gringo-Asian friend

Day 10: Vamos We went to bed around 3 AM. I set the alarm for 7 AM because I had to catch my flight back to US at noon, and we had to tidy up the AirBNB before we left, as well as getting some farewell Café da Mahna. One of the disadvantages of getting an AirBNB vs a Hotel. While one could leave the AirBNB with a mess, my mom raised me better than that, and we had a lot of beer cans and dirty dishes in the sink that needed cleaning. I am fairly sensitive with keeping my AirBNB reviews positive. At 5 AM, still a little bit tipsy, I got woken up by the doorbell. Took me a while to realize who that could be. It was Diego, trying to get his bag back. I tiptoe towards the door and look through the spyglass in the door. Yup, it was him. I go back to the bedrooms and look into Leo and Alex bedroom: both were sleeping soundly. I go back to bed and get a few more hours of shut eye. I heard the apartment phone ring a few times, but just assumed it was Diego trying to call us from the guard shack downstairs. The alarm rings at 7 AM and I get up and wake Leo and Alex. We all hear the doorbell ringing and I tell them it is Diego. “Serio?” Leo says. I am sure he wants his bag back, I say. Leo was thinking about what to do next. He then tells me to hide in my room. “He’s going to try to appeal to you. I need to get the truth out of him,” he says. I do what I’m told and go in my room to pack. I then go take a shower. I put on clothes and head to the living room. I see Leo texting and Alex doing dishes in the kitchen. I see Diego’s backpack still here, open. “What happened?” I ask. “Diego is taking a shower in the other bathroom,” Leo says. “What did he say?” Leo says that Diego was promised 500 reals to fuck the two clients who were interested in him last night. They bought him some beers and got to know Diego, before asking him to go to a cabina with them. But Diego said he had a problem: he said because of all the alcohol, he couldn’t get it up. The clients offered to buy him some Viagra and commence their tryst at a love motel nearby. Diego’s bill was paid off by the clients and they proceeded to buy the Viagra and then had a romp in the sack. It was 3 AM by the time they finished. He took a cab to Ipanema and slept some hours in the beach. At 5 AM he went up to the apartment to claim his bag. I shrugged my shoulders. Leo said he told Diego that I was very disappointed in him. “But I’m not,” I tell him. “Well, I am,” Leo throws his arms up. I can certainly understand his anger. To tell you the truth, at this point of the vacation I was just glad I did not get robbed or get swindled by anyone. A GP reneging on a promised night was hardly something I would be upset about, especially since there was no money involved. Diego emerges from the bathroom, in a towel. He goes over to shake my hand and I return the gesture. “Desculpe,” he starts, and I feign disappointment in my face. He says he will just change and then would want to talk to me. He disrobes, revealing his perfect body and his cock swinging, as he changes into fresh clothes that were in his bag. He then goes up to me and hugs me. He said he was sorry he left us. He said he had to do it for money. He asked that I see him again next time. I barely hug him back (still feigning), and tell him good luck. I go to my room. I hear Diego and Leo exchange some words before Diego leaves the apartment. All three of us clean the apartment up and finish packing before the AirBNB owners come in to retrieve the keys. We had breakfast next, at a nearby cafe, and made our goodbyes over coffee. Back at the apartment, the owners, who were also gay (and hot) were pretty nice to all of us and we had a nice conversation about our vacation. I will rent from them again. I Uber it to Galeao and check in to my flight. Another vacation done. Time flies. Some post-trip events that happened, proving that a proper Brazilian vacation stretches out long after you’ve left the country: 1. Leo, intrepid friend and bleeding heart, was really affected by Diego’s actions. He extended his Rio trip by another 4 days, about 5 days after I left Brazil. It was his mission to get to the bottom of Diego’s story. He managed to get Diego to come back to Ipanema at Leo and Alex’s new AirBNB, to talk it out. Diego’s story, as with most GPs stuck in this kind of work, is very complicated. 2. Since Diego did not have a phone, Leo had to call his “roommate” to set up the meeting. In turned out that the “roommate” was not really just a roommate. It was Diego’s pimp. Leo had to tread lightly. He pretended to be interested in becoming one of the pimp’s employee’s. Eventually the pimp was amenable enough with Leo, to deliver Diego the message of wanting to meet. Diego was able to visit Leo and Alex in Ipanema before heading over to Pointe 202 for work. 3. Diego’s story was pretty compelling. Without getting into too many details, let’s just say a tragic childhood and crushing poverty got him to Rio in search of a better life. Not being able to find work (and not having a place to stay and food to eat), he was recruited by his current pimp in a party Diego happened to be in. Citing his extreme good looks and bigger than average cock amazing ass, the pimp offered Diego a roof over his head and 3 squares a day, in exchange for access to a customer base, and 50% of Diego’s income. He was stuck in this prison ever since, not being able to leave because he didn’t have a cellphone and he did not have enough money to get an apartment. 4. Leo and Diego eventually were able to form a plan for Diego to leave the pimp. Diego had some money saved, and he could pool it with another fellow GP to get a room farther away (but cheaper) in Barra de Tijuca. But he needed help getting a cellphone. So Leo asked me for 300 reals to buy him a cellphone. I trusted Leo enough to do this. Leo used his own 200 reals and Diego and him went to the Centro area, near the Uruguaiana station, and Leo got Diego a cheap smartphone. 5. At the end of the week, Leo was able to help Diego move from his prison near Copacabana, and move into his new digs in Barra de Tijuca. I got all the scoop and photos and Whatsapp live video of the move (and Uber ride from Copa to Barra de Tijuca). Diego was pretty thankful of Leo and me. It’s amazing what 300 reals can do. 6. Diego, upon hearing that I was visiting Leo in Sao Paulo in 3 weeks, promised Leo and I that he will take the bus to Sao Paulo to stay with me, and us, for free, as thanks for all the help. I accepted the deal, but wasn’t really optimistic about this happening. Did it happen? I guess I need to write that next trip report for everyone here to find out. Sufficed to say, the Diego saga is still ongoing. In other news, of all boys I’ve had programas with this trip, Gabi was the only boy to hit me up for money while I was back in the USA: I forwarded my interactions with Gabi to Leo, and Leo was on his case as well. He found out that Gabi had not one, but TWO gringos who sent him money on a regular basis. Gabi even sent Leo some of his Western Union screenshots, in which Leo promptly send to me. The screenshots contained the person’s full name and address, as well as amounts sent from $200 to $500. I hope you guys trust your own GP’s in not exposing your identities to others. That’s it folks. I still have 3 trips to Brazil this year after this one.

Middle/end of Jan? I'm looking for a place to go for MLK weekend. If you're gonna be in Thailand around that weekend I'll plan to go. About status: for some reason I got status this year for both Star Alliance (United) and OneWorld (AA). Maybe I can shoot for Delta next year, though I am less familiar with their Brazil routes. You're right, we can't start too early. And my demons are numerous for sure. You've met some of them kkkkk. Too kind. Thanks for reading!

Day 9.5: Can one really be true friends with a GP? Leo, my hairdresser friend, and Diego, the GP from Pointe 202 we picked up last night, were becoming good friends. Leo kept telling me how cool Diego was Diego was also doing the same thing. A love connection perhaps? I didn’t get an inkling that this was happening. Diego kept hanging on to me and not Leo. And Leo kept talking to guys on Grindr. There were lots of guys on Grindr to talk to. Perhaps it was just a good friendship. I ask Diego what the deal was tonight. Was he leaving us to work at the sauna? Was he hanging out with us all night? Leo, Alex, and I were going to a sauna, his place of work. I was not paying him tonight, which was his promise to Leo (Leo made sure of that, even with me tempted to tip him every single turn), so I asked if he wanted to work while we were in the sauna. Diego assured me that he was going to go with me wherever I go, even at the sauna. So he was just going to wait for me in the sauna and not get any clients. I tell him he can at least buy beers and such while waiting. Maybe not the best thing to do right now - giving a working boy carte blanche to charge for anything while he waited for me to finish with my programas, but he has not given me anything to worry about, yet. We Uber it to Club 117. It was a full house in the Uber, with Leo, Diego and I in the back and Alex in the front. At the counter in the sauna, we all enter as “clients” since Diego asked to be a client as well since he was not working tonight and just wanted to be a client like the rest of us. I was not clear what the difference was between entering as a “client” or as a “boy”, except for the cheaper entrance fee going in as a “boy”, but it made sense that Diego entered with us as an equal. All four of us go down to the lockers and again Leo and Alex change into towels, and I just change my shoes to the slippers provided, and Diego does not change at all, just him wearing his nice polo shirt and jeans, looking all nice and dapper. We all head to the back bar so Leo can smoke. We all get drinks, with Diego getting mine and his beer with his key, which made sense because I was responsible for all of Diego’s stuff today, as was the deal, so it was just cleaner to have all of Diego's and mine stuff in one account. All four of us just drink and shot the shit for a while, while I kept an eye out for my next programa. Diego, the consummate GP, was holding my hand the whole time, and once in a while leaned over to kiss me a little, or at times, kissed me a lot. One client, an older Brazilian guy, went over to Leo to introduce himself, perhaps to ask if Leo was available. Leo, by habit, told the guy he wasn’t a boy and was married to me. The client laughed. The client thought I was with Diego, since Diego was sucking my face all night. We all laugh. Leo tells the client the truth, that we were all just friends, and invites him to sit down with us. Eventually David, the amazing bottom in my threesome with Gabriel a few days ago, enters the back bar. He was looking extra fine today. He was looking over to us and see Diego holding my hand and being sweet to me. I wave him over and he approached our table tentatively. He gives me a kiss and a hug and then shakes everyone’s hand and makes introductions. Diego, still being the accommodating companion, gets a chair from the next table and puts it next to me, in between Leo and I. Leo moves a little out of the way to make way for David. Diego asks David if he wants a beer. David asks for a coke, so Diego goes to up to the bar and gets David’s drink. David looks around the table. It was a full table. David asks me if I wanted a programa tonight. Of course, I tell him. I just wanted to finish my beer. “Are you sure?” asks David. He points to Leo, and then to Diego. “You have two boys already.” I laugh. I tell him Leo is not a boy, just someone here with me. Diego was a boy, I confirmed with David, but right now I wanted him. David takes my right hand, with Diego still having my left hand. I am liking the attention. My friends teased me as being the “Rei de GP” the King of Garotos. I feigned disgust of course, but having two really good looking guys on either side of me felt good. With both our drinks done, David and I excuse ourselves to commence with our programa. The good thing about getting a boy for a second time was the initial uneasiness of being intimate with someone for the first time was gone. We got into it pretty quickly. Not having to share David with anyone gave our second time the feeling of like a first time. And David, perhaps unencumbered by the presence of another GP (Gabriel) with him in the cabina, was free to let his freak flag fly. He was a maniac. Kissing, sucking, rimming, I fucked him senseless. He came in my mouth. And when it came to me cumming, he ate all of mine as well. Very surprising. Worth the 150 reals I gave him. I come back to the table and see Leo and Diego deep in discussion. “David é bom?” Leo asks me. I give him a thumbs up. I ask them where Alex was. Leo says that Alex was looking for a boy. Diego then tells me that the drag queen show was about to start and if I wanted to watch it. I say sure and we all transfer, with our drinks, to the next room with the stage and bar. We find a vacant table and sit. The Brazilian client who joined us earlier, now joined us at the table as well. Diego commenced with his hand holding and kissing routine with me. Everything was good in the world. The show starts and some fairly elaborate drag queen lip sync was going on. One drag queen with perfect makeup and a shimmering gold gown was tearing up “I have nothing” by Whitney Houston. But like in Thailand, the drag queen wasn’t necessarily mouthing the English words correctly. I call this “Lip-syncing with an accent” in Thailand, and it applied here as well. I told Diego this and he laughed out loud (loud enough for the next table to give him a weird stare). Diego gives me a deep kiss. He thanks me for the good time tonight. We kiss again. I was noticing a couple of Brazilian clients eyeing Diego. I have forgotten that Diego is a GP, and clients will want to talk to him or more. The two guys were trying to get his attention. Diego was not going to be rude so he tells them his name and shakes their hand, and then turns his attention back to me for more hand holding and kissing. I was liking this. I didn’t need anymore guys tonight. I think Diego was going to be the last GP for me this trip. More lip-syncing, more show. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. And then in the hallway I see this lean, blue-eyed, blonde (highlights) guy with a handsome face and a lean chest and abs. He takes my arm and says “Hello.” He looked whiter than even my white friends back home. I head to the bathroom to pee. I go back to the hallway and white guy was still there. He smiles. GREAT smile. “Fernando,” he introduced himself. Carioca. 23. White luminous skin. Very unlike all other cariocas I’ve known who are all sun-kissed and tan. Defined chest and abs. Not super worked-out. A breathe of fresh air from some of the steroid junkies here. I had a choice. Forget about Fernando and go back to Diego, or try to see if Fernando really heard the drums. He quotes me 100 reals, with gozar, which was cheap. I say yes. So I leave Diego and Leo to the show and each other for now, and pursue a programa with this surprisingly white GP. Fernando gets the key and we head over downstairs where the cabina was. We encounter Alex, with a young and tall looker with him. Alex was happy to see me. “I was looking for you,” he says. “Do you want to watch my programa with Caio?” I smiled with the offer. Did Alex not know how to do a programa alone? I look at Caio, his boy. Tall guy, great build. Giant ass from the towel. And a young face. A mix of black and white for sure. I tell Alex that I have Fernando at the moment, but I did want to see Caio naked. I ask Caio where their rooms where. Caio and Fernando compare keys and find out that the rooms were just two doors apart. So I tell Fernando to shower and wait for me at our room while I check out Caio’s goods. Caio finds their room and opens it. I see Fernando on the far end finding our room and unlocking the door. Alex says he will shower. While he did that I made out with Caio. I slowly unwrap his towel. Big cock, even soft. Amazing ass. I push him towards the bed and he lays down. I put his cock in my mouth and watch his cock grow. I admire his hole. Pretty impressive goods. We kiss some more. Alex emerges. “Bom?” he asks. Yes, I said. Very very much bom. I give Caio a last kiss and tell both that I will go to Fernando now, my actual programa. Alex gives me a peck in the cheek. I head over to Fernando’s room and knock. I hear my name and I go in. Fernando was already on the bed, stroking himself. Pretty nice view. His cock was already hard, and it was huge as well. The whole effect was pretty interesting. With his luminous white skin, blonde highlights and blue eyes (and light skinned cock), he could pass as any white guy back home. But his carioca accent (and his giant cock) gave him away, he was all Brazilian. We go at it, kissing was great, sucking was ok, and fucking was pretty fun. And everything was working as it should, though he had to look at the straight porn on the TV to keep motivated. I realized that it took me at this point to choose a GP that needed help to get hard. Even ultra-hetero Gabriel didn’t need video help. I didn’t mind but it was kind of weird. I should get used to this occurrence. Afterwards Fernando was pretty clear that he wanted to see me again, offering up his Whastapp and saying that he is free tomorrow to go to my hotel if I wanted to meet. He feels that the ambience of the sauna affects his libido and would rather be in a more relaxed atmosphere and assured me that better sex can be had. That was all well and good, and I would invite him to the apartment if I had the opportunity, but I was leaving tomorrow for home and will not have the chance to get a redo (not that I needed one), but we exchanged Whatsapp anyway. I gave him 110 reals and bid him farewell. It was 10:30 PM already, and Club 117 was by this time a little bit deserted save for a few clients and boys still hanging around. I see Leo, alone, nursing a beer, and had a strange look on his face. I ask him if everything was OK. Leo said something strange happened. He says that when I left to go to the bathroom earlier, he said that Diego engaged with the two Brazilian clients who were eyeing him earlier. He then told Leo that he will be going to go with the clients. “To have sex?” I ask. Leo says he didn’t know, but Diego has not been back since and could not be located. Leo was sort of upset while he was telling me this. I can tell that Leo was disappointed with Diego. I shrugged my shoulders. I told Leo that while it was disappointing that Diego left us for some clients, I reminded Leo that Diego is still a Garoto de Programa, and he wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t need the money. We weren’t paying him, I reminded Leo, at his request, and it is not surprising that he would go where the money was. Leo understood, but still was pretty disappointed with Diego’s choice. “I thought he was having fun with us,” Leo says, heartbreakingly so. He probably was, I say, but at the end of the day, the guy’s gotta eat and pay his bills. “I just don’t understand GPs,” Leo finally says. I told Leo we can wait to see if Diego comes back, since we were waiting for Alex from his tryst with Caio anway. Fifteen minutes later we see Alex, fully dressed, with Caio, looking as fine as before. Alex asks me to get Caio’s Whatsapp, since Alex’s phone was out of charge. Caio and I do and Caio bids us all farewell. “How much was Caio?” I ask. Alex says 100 reals, and worth every penny. I am glad Alex and Caio worked out. We order our last round of beers in a bid to wait for Diego. Leo was getting more restless. We finish our beers and Leo was livid. He still can’t believe Diego would leave us for clients. I just shrug my shoulders again. “Let’s go.” Leo changed to street clothes. We settle our accounts. I ask them to also settle Diego’s account but Leo says to not pay it. I tell Leo that it is not fair to leave all of mine and Diego’s drinks all with Diego to pay. So Leo explains the situation to the employee in the counter. The guy just shakes his head, probably hearing this problem countless times before. The employee suggests to pay for half of Diego’s bill, since half of those were mine. I was willing to pay for all of it but Leo was adamant. So I pay for the half (75 reals) and just leave Diego, or his client, to pay for the other half. I ask Leo and Alex if we were still going to The Week, as we have talked about earlier. Leo says he didn’t feel like going to the club now, maybe just have dinner and some drinks in more quieter surroundings. I suggest going to To Nem Ai, the gay restaurant bar that was walkable from the AirBNB, and the chill atmosphere with good music and attractive clientele will Leo good. We Uber it there and order dinner and some fruity drinks. It was a nice time just talking to Leo and Alex over food and drinks, and the amazing music was surprisingly great. Leo still lamented the fact that Diego abandoned us. I tell Leo to not sweat it, and just enjoy our last night together this trip. I tell Leo that we do not know Diego’s own demons and problems, and he probably had a very good reason to go with the clients. The life of a GP is hard, and he probably has had to give up a lot of his personal time to attend to clients, not because he wants to, but because it was a matter of survival. We get back to the apartment at 2 AM, and Alex goes immediately to sleep. Leo and I cuddle, make out and talk for a while. And then it dawned on Leo that Diego left his bag here with us. Leo gets it and ransacks what is inside. Diego tries to get his bag back, that’s next…

Day 9: Beaches and Bitches Lapa was fun, and we invited some guys over to the AirBNB for beers and such (wink wink). Nothing too intense. We woke up late and ate some leftover bread we brought from Arrail, coupled with some coffee that came with the AirBNB. Café da Mahna feels better when it’s prepared by your friend: We left for Arrail do Cabo days before because the weather in Rio was forecasted to be rainy. Today, we got our reprieve, as the forecasts were sunny and mild (25 celsius or 77 fahrenheit as a high). I almost like Rio better in the late winter than in the dead-heat of summer, since it’s not that deathly hot still, and while there are rain showers (and there are rain showers in the summer as well), it doesn’t get too bad. Diego was joining us this afternoon in Ipanema Beach, so we had time to check out another beach before then. We chose Pepe Beach in Barra de Tijuca, and just basked in the glorious weather. In the middle of our beers, Leo got a call: it was Diego, calling from his “roommate’s” phone, informing us that he intends to be in Ipanema in an hour. Leo tells Diego where we were now and where we would meet in Ipanema. We wrap up our beers and Uber it over back to Ipanema. We go back to the apartment, shower, primp ourselves for the gays, and head out to our designated rendezvous spot with Diego. Upon getting to the spot, we spot Diego already waiting there. He was looking fine in a basketball jersey, cut-off shorts, and flip-flops. He face looked relaxed and happy to see us. The boys really look so really different out of the sauna. None of the stress was there, none of the showmanship. He didn’t have to impress any of us anymore. He was just here to hang out and look pretty. We’ll see how much more he does with us, or in fact that he will charge us for his time, but Leo seemed to have a good relationship with him. We head over to the gay part of Ipanema (or perceived gay part, due to the rainbow flag): Because of the amazing weather, there were already a ton of people in the beach, and thus we were only able to get a spot farther from the water: It didn’t matter, it was fun just to watch all the gays and others in the beach today. And apparently, the 3 essentials for any beach encounter here are sunscreen for the sun, a wireless speaker for music, and booze for everything else. (Pictured, strawberry caipirinha, my group's favorite): Some really nice looking guys on the beach today, and half the fun is just doing some people watching: Some Paulista friends of Leo and Alex came by to say hi, and in between trips to the water, drinking and naps, we ate lunch at the beach as well. We ordered some breaded fish, corned beef and some potatoes: Diego was a pretty cool guy to hang out with. He said he was bi, and was unfazed by the male attention he was getting. Leo Instragrammed his heart out, including some shots with the attractive Diego, so inviting the GP was a good idea. Alex was pretty chill too, and got even more chill because he decided to do Macohna, or Marijuana, for the first time ever, at the beach. I was told that macohna use is still somewhat illegal here in Brazil, but there are a few places that you can do it without harassment. Alex had to do it incognito. At around 5 the sun was behind the mountains and a cold breeze came in. We settled our accounts, and it was 300 reals for all of us, which meant 100 reals each (with all of us paying for Diego, as was the deal). We decided to walk back to the apartment to freshen up. Before we hit the street, I was told to mind all my belongings, and it was better if I had Leo take my cellphone and wallet for safekeeping because it does get dangerous in the streets, by the beach, at dusk to nighttime. We breathed easy when we saw some police presence in the area: Along the way the gays were pretty free with their PDA (Ipanema can be really gay), including this very very attractive couple: Back at the apartment, we slowly got ready for the night ahead. Alex went in to shower at the outside bathroom, while Diego took my hand and said that we should shower together. Is he angling for a tip? I do not mind paying for this part, but this was not part of the deal today with him. I look at Leo and Leo just nods and smiles. I turn on the water and wait for it to get hot. We strip all our clothes and start making out. We get under the water stream and shake off the sand that was caked all over our bodies. Thank goodness Diego was only a little bit taller than I am, because shower sex was easier. And he was pretty good. He could suck and rim pretty well in the shower. I tried to do those as well, but the water was usually in the way. No matter, with Diego it was all fun. He showed his ass to tell me that he was ready. I entered him without lube or a condom. In retrospect probably not a good idea. But at the time, so hot. I came in him. Thank goodness for PreP. We shower, for real this time, and have a good conversation about the beach. He was a pretty easy-going and charismatic guy. Not to mention very handsome and sexy. The green eyes were definitely working for me. I could stare at those all day. And I was, all day. We emerge from the bathroom and I was told by Leo that we were loud again. I guess I have been always very vocal in sex. I ask Leo where Alex was and Leo said that he was still in the bathroom. Which was weird because he got in the shower before us, and we had sex and all that. We all decided to check up on Alex. There he was, laying on the floor of the shower, with the water running, in a marijuana induced sleep. We wake him up and laugh at his reaction to the drug. Next up, all of us go to Club 117. I am taking a GP to the sauna. Some weirdness ensues, next…

Kkkkkkkk. It's a tough question. Right now I'd say Brasil - the sex is better, people more outgoing, the hires cheaper, and experiences more intense. Nightlife is also better in general, but my favorite gay club of all is in Bangkok (DJ Station - a tie with Theatron in Bogota). Thailand is better with food (cheaper and better), services (massage, medical tourism, bespoke tailors, shopping), and safety. Right now I'm in the mood for more adventure, so it's gonna be Brasil for me in the immediate future. Is this Junio? He works part time as a stripper at clubs: Kkkkkk, it was a buffet. I just throw things in my plate without any regard for common sense. And this is why I need more Portugues lessons! I just scanned this and assumed otherwise. Thanks for the correction!

I've hung out at Lapa, at night, with a bunch of Brazilian friends, for two nights straight a few weeks ago. I can't see where you would find any escorts there but there are a lot of other stuff going on. Lots of bars in the area with cool music, as well as the beers/food by the arches. The crowd is young and mostly attractive (It's Brazil after all). You can definitely pick someone up here to enjoy later, if you so choose, as we did, after doing one's due diligence, of course. Definitely not a super safe place to hang out, and I was advised to put my wallet in my front pocket and secure my cellphone in the front waistband of my pants, if not in the front pockets, and not use it as much when hanging out. The beers were cheap and the company enjoyable, and made some new friends (mas falam Portugues). I was also advised to not wander too far from the crowd, so you have to be extra diligent in this place. Tho I did have to use my cellphone to take these, at the Arches of Lapa (the Aqueduct):

Day 8.75: Boy vs Boy So I was done with my “threesome” with Alex and the GP Gabi. But I was just a voyeur in that tryst, and I didn’t get to cum. So there was room for another boy tonight. It was 9:30 PM, but there were still some stragglers roaming around the sauna. When I got back to the upstairs bar Leo was sitting with a bunch of clients in one of the booths, drinking a beer. He sees me and stands up to give me a hug and kiss. I was introduced to the group as his “marido.” He talked to me about this days before. He wanted us to pose as a married couple so clients would not bother him (and clients did ask if he was a GP and available), and boys would look to me for access to him. Whatever, I thought. He had to be comfortable with going to the sauna with me, and he was doing me a favor by accompanying me as well, so whatever he needed to do to be comfortable in these surroundings, I’ll be ok with. We both join Alex who sat in the next booth. After telling Leo what happened with Gabi, we order more beers and talk about our plans for tomorrow. The weather tomorrow, compared to all last week, is amazing: So we plan on baking in the sun all day tomorrow. And for Leo that meant inviting a GP with a good body, to go with us, so we can take photos with us to post on Leo’s Instagram. Again, it didn’t matter to me, but after Gabriel and Mateus being so photogenic for us in our three days in Arrail do Cabo (and my phone was full of amazing photos of the two of them with us), I can see how having some eye candy with us in the beach was fun. So Leo gave himself a challenge: to find me a boy to not only have sex with tonight, but also trustworthy enough to invite tomorrow to our beach day. I am all for the extra difficulty. It is not exactly rocket science-difficult to just hire prostitutes in these parts, finding someone that will click with you outside of the sauna is harder. So in between the beers, conversation, and laughs, we scanned the boys who wandered up to the bar. Some were hot and cute but not standing out with me. Just then, some tan-skinned stunner walked in and plopped himself down at the empty booth. He was super handsome, tall nose, big bright eyes, a fit swimmer’s build body, and unreal abs. Model quality. Not just porn model. A star. He laid down and closed his eyes, knowing I was paying attention. He was posing, but doing it effortlessly. I took the bait, and walked over to him. “Oi.” I said. He opened one eye, looking at me. He then smiled, a big, 1000 watt smile. Adorable dimples. He was so handsome. Model-quality. God-like. He extended his hand. “Lucas,” he says, with an SH sound in the end showing his Carioca-ness. We exchange pleasantries. He was 21. He had a masculine voice. This guy was impossibly perfect. I talk about sex, perhaps too rushed. He said he likes kissing, and liked to get rimmed, but he was only a top. That was perfect for me, given that I’d be OK with much less. I asked how big he was. He put his hand halfway between his groin and knee. “It’s up to here,” he says. Dayum. “Thick?” He makes a C shape with his hand. Looks thick to me. He lifts one thigh and then his cock just flops down. He was telling the truth, and he was still soft. I call Leo over. He was my negotiator. Leo and Lucas have a short conversation. And then Leo laughs at loud. “200?” he exclaims. “Com gozar?” I ask. “250,” Lucas answers. Leo laughs even harder. “No, too much. Move on,” he tells me. Leo walks away to sit back down in our booth. I was thinking, damn. If I was alone, I’d pay the 250. I didn’t care. I wanted this god with me for half an hour. I looked at Lucas. He was still smiling, probably waiting for this gringo to accept the inflated price. Countless others before me probably have paid this amount. And he was gorgeous, so why not? I felt Leo take my hand to drag me back to the booth. Leo then lectures that 250 reals for 30 minutes is a lot of money for Brazilians. While he conceded that the boy was drop-dead gorgeous (and would be good for Instragram), he said Lucas was just too much. He didn’t want me wasting that much money on sex. I then notice another boy sitting in our booth. Leo introduces him to me. “Here, I found someone for you. Only 100 reals. And he agreed to hang out with us tomorrow, FOR FREE. See if you like him.” I felt a bit of whiplash. My tongue was still hanging out because of Lucas’ beauty. I was not ready to move on. I try to shake it off. I look at the new boy. “Diego. Prazer,” he says. I shake his hand. He smiles as well. Really nice smile. I look a little closer. Really pretty green eyes. That really sticks out. Nice light beard that framed his face well. Pretty light-tan skin. He looked whiter than most Brazilians I’ve seen. Nice big build. Nice arms. I ask him if it was true, that he was going to hang out with us tomorrow. He said yes, he needed a beach day. His dick was hanging out too. Pretty impressive as well. I was beginning to like him. He draws me close. Nice scent. “What do you want?” he whispers. “Sou ativo,” I answer, telling him I was a top. “Vamos,” he answers, and then licks my ear. Vamos indeed. We almost sprint downstairs to reception. We get our room. He excuses himself to shower. I stay in the shower with him to admire his body. Yup, everything was yummy. Big yummy butt. Bug yummy penis. Abs, pecs, the works. Not Lucas-quality, no, but then again Lucas was not here. Diego was. He finishes. He tears into me. He tears into my skin. He was aggressive. He tossed me around. The kisses were intense. The dirty talk was, too. He tells me he is really horny. I already knew he was. He was successful in showing me how horny he was. He put a condom on me, and sat on me proficiently. He almost wrecked my hips just grinding away. He cums while jerking off. He gets off and unsheathes me, and finishes me off with his hand. Very hot. Very efficient. I will want to do that again tomorrow. We shower together, talking about where my apartment was, where he lived, what I had planned tomorrow, what things he needed to do before heading over to Ipanema. I guess we have our Instagram beauty for tomorrow. I give him his money, and a 20 for the “taxi,” I said. He accepts gladly. He takes me to my friends upstairs. Leo and Alex were talking to some boys seated with them. “Ta bem?” Leo asks me. Absolutely, I answer. Leo and Alex make some final arrangements with Diego. Surprisingly, Diego did not have a cellphone, but gave Leo his roommate’s Whatsapp number. He said he will message Leo tomorrow to tell him what time he would be in Ipanema, and message his roommate if Leo needed to reach him. With that, Diego bids us goodbye. Leo, Alex and I then say goodbye to the boys sitting with us. I look over to the other booth. Lucas was still there, eyes closed, relaxing. I wonder what his deal was. We take care of our sauna accounts and Uber it to Lapa. After a burger and beers for dinner we hit the Lapa nightlife. It was really hopping and electric on this Friday night. I felt a little bit old in the presence of these young people, but quickly felt comfortable. Leo, ever the extrovert, made fast friends with cute boys. Alex, more reserved, did his best to fit in. And there was me, with my bad Portuguese , forced to speak it anyway. Made friends with a cute and tall Carioca, who spoke fluent English. I tried to keep to my Portuguese but at least I felt comfortable with shifting to English with the guy. It was a gorgeous night: Tomorrow, a day with Diego, and Leo and Alex, and the gays of Ipanema.

Sorry I was in Colombia, but back now. I am hoping to wrap up the current thread, talk about Colombia, and then start another Brazil report of my October trip. Shit I need to start writing...

Yeah same here. Gabriel, my GP du jour, is a Carioca through and through. And he absolutely hates futebol. Though yes, vast majority are fanatics.

Day 8.5: Two for the price of one Our ride back to Ipanema was pretty awesome. We were all rejuvenated after the fairly relaxing (though intense as well) stay at Arrail do Cabo. On the we noticed that the traffic getting out of Rio was pretty awful, but our ride into Rio was pretty nice: Along the way we picked up Leo’s cousin who was waiting at Santos Dumont airport, where he flew from Sao Paulo to join Leo and I in Rio. Alex was early 30s, a computer programmer. Cute-ish, boy next door type. He squeezed into the back seat between lean and slim Leo and jacked-up muscley Gabriel. On the way back to Ipanema, I heard introductions made and a conversation led by Gabriel that I didn’t quite catch since Mateus up front was telling me about Rio. Upon arriving at the apartment, Leo and Alex excused themselves and told me they will walk to the beach really quick to take photos of the sunset. I asked if I can join them, but they said I needed to shower first, since all of us were filthy from visiting beaches all day. I thought that was weird, but Gabriel took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. Gabriel was kind of frustrated this trip. My attention was divided between him, Leo and Mateus. My sexual energy was more towards the newer, shiny Mateus, and Leo was there to disrupt the whole vibe in between the sex events. I quickly realized now that Gabriel asked everyone for a final alone time with me. Mateus went in Leo’s room and laid down. Gabriel stripped off all his clothes to reveal his tanned, muscular body, his giant ass, and his already erect cock. I guess we are doing this. Shower sex was difficult with him, because he was much taller than I was. We retire to my bedroom where we continue the deed. He had a lot of pent up energy and frustration. I gladly received all of it. It was hot. After sex we cuddled for a while, talking. He told me in all honesty his frustrations about the trip. About not liking Leo. About Mateus. About his fear that I was forgetting him. I assured him that I wasn’t, and he would always be a permanent fixture in my Brazil trips, as he has been three straight times already. But that was a lie. I know I will need to move on from Gabriel at some point. It was inevitable. There are so many other hotties in the saunas, and while Gabriel’s chemistry with me is hard to mimic, the fun part is me trying out new boys to get to find out anyway. Prostitution with companionship takes the impersonal (money) with the personal (sex), and mixes the two together for a complicated concoction, where there lots of gray areas, and not everything was clean and tidy. At the end of the day, one has to be sane about these things, and not get too carried away. One needs to realize that mainly, you are just a job for them, and it is just fun for us. Anything more will just be asking for trouble. Unless trouble is what you want, and there is plenty to be had in this place. The streets are lined with it. I pay Gabriel his usual rate, 250 a day (750 total) and 50 more for good measure. We emerge from the room and find Leo, Alex and Mateus hanging out in the living room. “All good?” Leo asks. “Of course!” I said. “You were loud!” Mateus interjects. We all laugh. “Is it my turn?” Mateus follows up. “Yes. It’s your turn… to drive Gabriel back to Sao Goncalo.” Mateus nods. They both lived in Niteroi, so it all worked out. Leo interjects, saying we needed to be driven to Pointe 202, the sauna in Copacabana. Leo and Alex quickly take showers too. Thank god the AirBNB has 2 bathrooms. highly recommended if you plan to invite more than one Brasileiro to stay with you. We all pile into Mateus’ car. Alex asks me about the sauna we are going to if it was good. I have never been to Pointe 202 before, so I told him I did not know. I told him about Manhattan and 117. Alex then asks if there are young GPs there. I told him I didn’t know, but asked him if that was his preference. “The younger the better,” Alex said. That was a little creepy but I put it aside for now. Soon we get to 202, as Gabriel tells us where it is. We all get out of the car (except Mateus), and Gabriel shows us the stairs that led to the sauna. We all get a hug from Gabriel, and upon seeing this, Mateus steps out and hugs everyone goodbye as well. Gabriel and Mateus both disapear into the night. Both were great company, but more fun is to be had. The steps going up to the sauna were a little bit slick from some water. Someone could really slip and fall here, I thought. We get up to the door and it opened as people were leaving. Looks like the same deal. We get asked our names, get our locker keys and towels, and get asked our flip-flop sizes. We head over to the locker rooms, which were in a sunken part of the sauna. Both Leo and Alex quickly strip down to their underwear. No modesty whatsoever. I, on the under hand, just changed my shoes for the flip flops, locked up my wallet in the locker room, and did not change into a towel. I was more comfortable with wearing t-shirt and shorts in the sauna. We make our rounds. On the floor we were in, we see a bar and some sort of stage and seating area. There were some clients milling around, and seated, with and without boys. The boys were… OK. No drop dead gorgeous ones so far. We decided to go upstairs and find some cabinas and other boys presenting themselves, and a locker area, probably for the boys. Another set of stairs, and an upstairs room with a bar and some seating, and a TV with a sports channel on. We sit in a booth and order some beers. “Can I smoke in here?” Leo asks a boy passing by. He gets a yes. Leo starts smoking. The boy in question, a tall, average looking guy, probably late 20’s, continued chatting Leo up. Leo asks him to sit. Normally someone I wouldn’t hire to have sex, but he was friendly enough. The guy sits and his towel parts to shows off what is probably the size of a child’s arm. That thing was huge. I guess I know the reason why he is a GP. He can do damage with that thing. He asks me where I am from, in perfect English. I answer and then ask him the same things, in Portuguese. He is a Carioca. Alex was quietly assessing the place. I didn’t know if he was having fun or not. I ask him if he was having fun. He said yes, and said that the boys were hot. I ask him if he found any of them hot enough to hire. He said no. After a few minutes Gabi, the young GP I met in 117 a few days ago, appeared I wave him over to sit with us. Alex was in love. I tell Alex that Gabi was pretty sexy and fun, and I recommended him as a first GP hire for Alex. Alex talks to him a little bit to get comfortable. And then Alex had a request for me: “Do you want to share him with me?” “Like a threesome?” Yes, he said. I told him sure but I would just watch. He said that was fine. I could tell he wasn't that comfortable with the idea of hiring a GP but was willing to try. I ask Leo if he could negotiate a price for what we wanted. Gabi asked for 200, but Leo got it down to 150. Gabi leads both of us to reception to get the room key. While waiting I see Alex’s towel already showing his true intentions. He was hard, and it looked like he was huge as well. This was an unexpected bonus. We get to the room and Gabi asks to wait while he took a shower. While waiting, I take Alex’s towel off and sure enough, his enormous penis was hiding in there. The stereotype of the hung Brazilian still holds true. I stroke the penis a bit and Alex starts kissing me. This was great. Gabi emerges from the bathroom and looks at Alex’s penis. “Caralho!” he says. I laugh. I pull Gabi towards Alex and encouraged them to get it on. And they do. Alex forces Gabi to get Gabi to give Alex a blowjob. Gabi tries, but it was thick one. I just sit there, admiring the scene. Some foreplay, rimming, more blowjobs. And then Alex puts on a condom. Gabi lubes up really good. Alex tries to enter him doggy style. Gabi was tying but was in pain. Alex tries different positions. They settle on a groove. Pretty soon Gabi has had enough. It was just too painful. Alex pulls out and finished himself on Gabi’s butt. That was hot. 150 reals well spent. Alex gives the boy 100, and I give him 50. Alex thanks for me for his first time. We go back to Leo, who is still in the bar upstairs, chatting it up with some customers. There was still one more chance to get a boy. This one is special. That’s next.