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If you are in SP, just call Jonathan. This is his ad. This is my review .

Oh, I am still enjoying the beach, but July was quite good to me fr the beach, even when Cariocas would complain about the cold.

That is one of the issues, Colombia is much more affordable in that season. I think you also referred to my other issue in your cryptic one-liner post. Weather. I do not handle well the heat. I think I should keep July for my visits to Rio, and December for any where else.

I was thinking of doing DC-Cartagena-Bogota-DC. Christmas in a Caribbean beach, NYE in the Andes.

I was not considering that possibility.

Right now I am debating with myself whether should I go to Colombia or to Rio this December.

Did you use it with good results? I took a look to all the countries, and it looks quite sketchy to me. Thanks for your reports, they are informative and educative.

I checked out from my airbnb this morning. Right now I am at my sister's home. I am exhausted, my flight back home leaves tomorrow night. Let me briefly report the few things I have to share since I left this log, last Thursday. That night, I had my second meeting with Fran. It was even better than the first one. This boy is amazing, my first Argentinean crush in a long time, as I have been absorbed by immigrants to Buenos Aires. I cannot recommend him enough, almost at the heights of Italo Andrade, both lovers I will not forget about. And that is a lot to say considering my bad memory and my slutty ways. On Friday, "Angel" came over to make up for our lost appointment Wednesday night. He stayed with me until Sunday. I have not had this much sex in a long time, and had to use some of my Viagra (I do my shopping here, it is much cheaper) to satisfy this boy. It was hot. He likes role playing, we played a lot with our age difference, acting up pervert grampa situations. However, my favorite one was the pimp scene. Knowing he is an escort really drives me crazy. On Saturday night we ran out of weed. I had almost no cash and did not want to pay again the fee for withdrawing from an ATM. "Angel" left to service one of his clients, and with the money he got we looked for weed in Grindr. This whole situation was smoking hot. Needless to say, I did not go to KM ZERO or anywhere else. Meeting him was great, it rejuvenated me and made me feel a way that I have not in many, many years. 48 hours of free sex and romance with a 25 years old hottie is something that has not happened to me in a long time. Unfortunately, my adventures are over. Actually, I am tired and ready to go back home. I need to recover strength to meeting my room mate in DC, he has been teasing me through WhatsApp. This entry is probably my last one in this thread, I need to get to work on my blog. Next trip? I have not yet made my mind. I have been very much tempted with Santo Domingo, but I think it is a better match for a bottom than it is for me. Right now the two strongest contenders are Colombia and Brazil. Perhaps Barcelona? Let's see.

I doubt anyone will be able to give you s better insight than @Tomcal's above. You should take it and forget about hotels.

In my own little experience, any airbnb in a strip of 300/400 meters from the beach in Copacabana or Ipanema will be safe and you will be able to have visitors without answering any questions. All building usually have 24 hours staff, your visitors will be announced to you if you do not bring them, with no issues.

Montevideo was sweet but cold. My ferry was departing at 7:30 AM and I, following directions, planned everything to be at the port at 5:30. I got up at 4:30, took a shower, called my Uber, sat in the front seat with the Uber driver because in Buenos Aires they still are in the hide, and was at Buquebus terminal at 5:30 My last time there had been 25 years ago, the improvement was impressive. A crappy deck had turned into a huge, modern, International airport-like building. But of course the only visible humans were security guards and passengers, fuck my punctuality. At 6am the rest of the staff started to arrive and get ready for checking in and boarding. There were no delays, though. Customs, migration, and security checks were very smooth and easy. I noticed many English speakers, and for them it was just as sweet as it was for Mercosur citizens. I wanted to enjoy the view through the ship windows (it is a high speed vessel, you cannot go outside and there are no open windows) but the seat was comfortable and slept the whole trip. We departed on time, at 7:30am, and arrived on time to Montevideo’s port at 9:45. The port is right in my favorite neighborhood, la Ciudad Vieja (Old Town), and my plan was to walk around and in the rambla, until meeting with Will, silly me. All my previous visits to the city had been in the summer, when the beaches were booming and the rambla was an exciting mix crowd parade. But now it is winter. Not only the temperature was cooler than in Buenos Aires, but the wind was merciless, being the neighborhood in a peninsula. It was Tuesday, 10am, and everything look deserted, the businesses closed, and the people just waking up. I forgot about walking around and looked for a shelter in Google Maps. I found a place a few minutes away that was opened: The Lab Coffee Rosters. I am not translating the name, it was originally baptized in English. I picked it because despite being 10:30am everything else was closed. It ended being a great choice. They were in Calle Sarandí, probably the main pedestrian street in Ciudad Vieja, had a strong wifi, and knew how to fix a delicious strong latte. I arrived to the place well passed 10:30, and they were just opening and setting up. A coffee place to have breakfast. A Tuesday. Only in Montevideo. Even Argentinean small towns wake up earlier. There were just two customers when I arrived, and soon a group of five walked in. Everyone was speaking in English. The group seemed to be real state investors and developers. The two lonely customers were college age kids. One of them, a read hair girl, was joined by other two young ones, all of them English speakers I got to work on catching up for my blog. Meanwhile, I was in touch with Will to coordinate our meeting. He works as a nurse at a local clinic, and would be busy until 2. Will recommended me another coffee shop, called 11:11, also in Calle Sarandí two blocks away. The owners are his friends, and you are supposed to be able to eat loaded brownies with your coffee. I could not resist such a temptation however the place would not open until 1. Will would call his friends and we would be able to have the interview right there. At 1 I paid my check and moved to 11:11. The city seemed to be more alive now, and I walked around before getting in the cafe. The wind was freezing. Everyone seemed calmed and in a good mood, such a contrast against Buenos Aires craziness. I finally got into the place. It was in the third floor of an old building climbing through stairs. In the second floor there was a cannabis dispensary. Let me introduce here a report for our friend @numazu1. He asked me not for him but for a friend, I wonder whether or not he is Tomás. Numazu, you and your friend will not be able to buy anything in the dispensaries. Even Uruguayan citizens and permanent residents, who are the only ones who can purchase cannabis in an official store, must be registered and get an ID in order to trade legally. So the options for your friend are 1. To find a national who is registered and can buy for you, or 2. Buy in the street. I do not know how easy to get flowers is, but in my short walk at noon I heard several street vendors offering cannabis oils. Will’s friends were actually traveling abroad. As an example of how risky it may be for a business to break the regulations, 11:11 was not offering edibles without the owners there to make the decision and take the risk. So, Numazu, getting weed in Uruguay may not be as easy as you would expect in a country that has legalized production, trade, and use. I liked the atmosphere in 11:11. The coffee was not good, and neither was the alfajor I ordered, disappointed at the lack of loaded brownies. But the wifi was strong (apparently Uruguay has better wifi than Argentina), the music was great, and I loved the staff. Very young boys and girls, local cool hipsters, the oldest one was probably in his late 20s and was cross dressed with a long skirt and a long hair wig. No make up, and not recently shaved. Passed 3 pm, Will asked me to meet him at Sarandí to have lunch. We went to one of “La Pasiva” locations. La Pasiva is a chain of restaurants. Originally was a fast food Uruguayan chain, that has evolved into more standard restaurants serving hybrids between fast and regular food. You can get there amazing Uruguayan chivitos. I usually enjoy them in a sandwich, but this day we ordered them on a plate, no bread. It was my first time talking face to face to Will. He stroke me as smaller and shorter than I expected, but not less beautiful and charming. He was very thankful because I recommended him to Rhyeim, and he ended in the group of Brazilian guys he summoned during his trip to Rio and São Paulo. Everyone who participated in that event got huge bumps in their followings and talks with American and European studios. I find him not only adorable physically and politically, but super interesting. Nowadays, when it is a trend to talk about and analyze intersectionality, here we have a very special case for the Rio de la Plata. Will has not double or hidden life, he is who he is everywhere and with everyone. He is Black, Gay, Bottom, and a porn star, besides being a political activist, model, DJ, nurse, and student of Nutrition at college. We ate, went back to 11:11, set up my phone on a tripod and perform the interview right there, in our bad English. I hope it can be understood, I do not know when I will have time to work on it. Writing reports on my meetings with escorts is easier than editing and presenting an interview. Then Will escorted me back to the port to take my ferry. We hugged goodbye at 6:30 and it was already dark. The check in and boarding process was as easy in the Uruguayan side as it has been in Argentina. Soon I was on board and once again, I slept the whole trip. This one was a little bit shakier because of the strong winds, and we arrive 10 minutes after the schedule time. My old friend Ariel and his boyfriend were waiting for me. It is such a joy meeting him again after 20 years! We chatted for about 4 hours the day before, bt did not have enough and he wanted to introduce me to his man. We ate something not far away from Puerto Madero, and then walked up to Recoleta, as it was not as cold in Buenos Aires. At 2 am I was arriving home and falling dead in bed, exhausted. Today I had lunch with my mother and nephews, and then came to my base to prepare for “Angel”. We were still running our role play situation in our communications. I did not have sex in two days and I was horny. I am horny. When he was in his way, he sent me a very weird communication apologizing and saying that something had happened in his way, and had to go back, and mentioning something about an old lady in troubles. There was a weird back noise, and he seemed to be ready stressed. So I am concerned and without knowing what is going on, besides being horny. I tried to reach out to Douglas, but he is not responding. Grindr has been so far fruitless, many hits but not one worthy. So, I am writing. I wrote that last night. After writing I called one of the local apps for food delivery, and got some comfort food to comfort me for the lack of sex. At 1am, "Angel" called me. He had been caught in a drugs operative in his hostel. He was not in trouble, but the police retained him as a witness and was not freed until that late. I was relieved to know he was OK. Our role playing date was fucked up, but we will meet Friday night. Tonight, I will have my second meeting with Fran, probably my last one with a provider. I talked to Carlos Aleman this morning. He has decided to not make himself available for anyone, national or foreigner, and keep working only for the few regulars he is keeping. He is too expensive, and I am having very good sex for free, so I am not going to invest more o. him, but we will probably meet for a drink. Although he is retiring from Buenos Aires market, his plan right now is preparing an escorting tour to Europe (he does not think an American visa is at his reach). Right now I am at the condo that used to be my residency and is now my sister's. We are about to have luh with her, my twin nephews and my mother. In my way, I saw these prices that you may find interesting. These are offers from a fancy butchery in Recoleta, you can find much better prices in other places. Remember the prices are for Kilogram.

I have not noticed any changes in meals times. The ones you mentioned are correct, although dinner can start even later. I have not noticed the concerns about insecurity that in other visits the locals shared with me. In my decades of experience with Argentinean trends, street security has been manipulated by governments and press, according to their alliances. Right now, La Nacion and Clarin, the two most important national newspapers and simultaneously flag vessels of major multimedia emporiums, are fond of President Macri's administration effort to be reelected in a few weeks, and there are almost no news about insecurity. Besides, you can see an increased presence of CABA police agents everywhere. I have been only in Puerto Madero, Barrio Norte, y Recoleta so far, all safe neighborhoods, middle and upper middle class. I cannot speak of the situation in the rest of the city, but the lack of chatting in the streets and in media is eloquent. Indeed, I feel safer walking in those neighborhoods than I feel walking in my neighborhood or my school neighborhood or many others areas I daily go through in DC.

Big (hot) surprise last night. I have been hooking up with “Y”, the Venezuelan hottie I met through Grindr. From now on I will call him “Angel”, later you will learn why. Angel and I were planning to go to KM ZERO last Saturday, “Día del Amigo” night. When the dinner with my friends was coming to an end, which was about 1:30 am, I texted him but Angel never responded back. I had been drinking different delicious Argentine Malbec brands, and was not in the mood to go by myself being tipsy and exhausted. Specially exhausted. The times when my metabolism was synched to Buenos Aires times have been long gone. I gave up with my plans and went back to my base to go to sleep at 2:00, when porteños are taking a shower to go out. That is why you will not have report on KM ZERO on a Saturday night, which is the best night as I am told. We still have the chance to go next Saturday, my last week end in Buenos Aires. Yesterday Sunday I woke up with hangover headache and a message from Angel apologizing for last night. Remember, the boy gets up every day at 4am to work the whole day baking in a restaurant’s kitchen. He just fell asleep and did not hear my incoming text alert. We quickly made a date for a few hours later. Sunday noon I was taking my mother, sister, and twin nephews to eat out. We ate in a regular restaurant with a playroom for the kids, and the whole bill was $AR 1,600. My dish was a bife de chorizo that by itself would take most of the bill in an American restaurant. After saying goodbye to my family I returned to my place to let Angel know I was free and available. He was waiting around, and quickly came up to the cave. He was wearing a new sexy underwear he bought for me. That morning when we talk the first time, he had sent me a few pictures. My weed was gone and we both love smoking, and specially stoned sex. Angel quickly got into his Grindr and started to look for a deal. It was my first time witnessing a local trying to get weed through social media. He was obviously very much used to it, and would go through the process at a speed that would leave me behind. Here is where I had the surprise. While scouting for weed in social media, he was also responding to messages. He would read some of them aloud, and I noticed that he was being called “Angel” in some occasions. The general tone of the messages was like he was a very active hyper sexual boy. When I asked him why he was called “Angel”, he told me that besides his restaurant job, he was also escorting some times. Poom, surprise. He was publishing an ad in skokka (a questionable website, I heard things about underage advertisers there) and in a site I had never heard of before: gaterosonline.com. I am not recommending this website. It looks very sketchy, even Angel was surprised that he was being advertised as a top, as he is fully versatile. Basically, he told me a client offered him to publish an ad in his website, he submitted the pictures, and this is what he got. Of course, I told him about my blog (I had avoided any mention before) and ask him for permission to share the information. I will eventually publish a review, because I can guarantee this beauty absolutely loves chubby older men. The weed finally arrived, a couple of hours after starting the quest for it. 3 grams of flowers, $AR 1,050. The flowers did not look, smell, or taste in any attractive way; however the trip was very strong. Excellent premium shit, probably grown inside someone’s closet; a strong tendency here amongst weed lovers, starting about five years ago. We got very stoned and had amazing sex. Knowing that I hooked up in social media with an escort, is giving me a boner right now, imagine when I was at kissing reach. Angel is a freak, there is an astonishing contrast between his formality in regular settings, and his lack of inhibitions in bed. We are really connecting in and out of bed and I am feeling brought back to my golden years. Meeting him is radically changing my future plans. Of course I am too much of a slut to get fully committed to him for the rest of my vacations, as he is insinuating I should, but indeed I am going to spend less money in local providers, less time on hunting in hook up apps, and more time with him. Today Monday is being a mix of good and bad news. Bad news: Kendro Leandro, my favorite local porn star, just cancelled our appointment for an interview today, and asked for rescheduling for later on. Good news: I just had lunch with my best local girl friend, a relationship that comes from back to the 80s, when I was experimenting with acting and scene direction. We went to the last old typical porteño restaurant left in Recoleta, the Rodi Bar. The food was excellent and generous, only $AR 1,600. Just Susana’s steak would have costed that in the USA. More good news. I got in touch, after 20 years, with a dear friend from the 90s. He was the only one back then who would keep up with my sex drive and hunting. We would go together everywhere In Buenos Aires and Manhattan. However, he was a guilty slut and decided to repent and get in a marriage. That is when we got apart. He is coming to hang out in a couple of hours, and is presenting a poetry book this Saturday, so I will probably attend the event. Talking about books, I got more good news. One of the things I love of coming to Buenos Aires is that I get in touch with ideas and readings not as easy to reach from my American circle. I must say that between American social studies obsession with meaningless data, and the European social studies obsession with over-meaningful cultural analysis, I prefer the latter. This morning I started to read a wonderful book I found amongst the new releases in a local bookstore. It is written by a French academic, Didier Eribon. The original French title was "Principes d'une pensée critique", I am reading a translation to Spanish and is very recommendable if you are interested on reflecting on identity construction with a post-foucault, post-baudrillard frame. https://www.amazon.com/s?k=didier+eribon&crid=22KAZWYR9JADP&sprefix=Didier+Eribo%2Caps%2C400&ref=nb_sb_ss_i_1_12 Last good news (well, it is just the early afternoon). I have an appointment with Angel this Wednesday. When we said goodbye yesterday night, he asked me, he commanded me that the next time I contacted him it should be through his escort ad, and that we would role play the characters during the whole night. Well, appointment made. I cannot wait. I am playing with the idea of organizing a threesome with Fran. It would be freaking hot. Tomorrow, I am going to Montevideo. I am taking a ferry at Buenos Aires’ port at 7:30am, arriving to Montevideo’s port at 9:45. During the day I will explore the local legal weed market (as a foreigner I cannot legally buy) and meet with Will Schokolade for an interview. Then I am boarding the ferry again at 7:30 pm, arriving back to Buenos Aires at 9:45pm. I love sailing, the ticket is only U$S 200, and the views of Buenos Aires and Montevideo under day and night light are beautiful. There is a cheaper option that takes longer. Instead of going straight to Montevideo, you go first to Colonia, a nearer town and port in Uruguay, and then take a bus the the neighbor capital. I prefer the trip port to port, Colonia deserves much more than being just a stop.

July 20th is Friends’ Day in Argentina. Día del Amigo is very important for the locals as the friendship institution is very strong in Argentina. All restaurants, bars, and businesses in general are offering special promotions to lure people to celebrate with their services/products. I am having diner tonight with my best friends. They are all middle class intellectuals and artists, and as good porteños quite snob. They were planning a sushi party, but I vetoed the idea. I asked for choripanes and empanadas and, of course, was rejected. We will have a Middle Eastern menu, with I prefer rather than Asian food. Yesterday I had my first “meh” sex experience since I arrived to Buenos Aires. I hired Luciano, and it was just a satisfactory service. It was not his fault, he is a recommendable provider, but he looks in person much more twinkish than in his ad pictures. He is not as athletic shaped as I thought he was. If you are into skinny twinks, you would have a great time with him. His fee was only $AR 1,800. This “meh” experience has made me think of changing my plans. Instead of trying one more new boy, I think I am going to start repeating those I already know are great matches for me. I will see again Carlos Aleman. During our last meeting he opened up and shared everything he is going through as a Venezuelan in the diaspora, trying to help his family fleeing from Caracas, trying to make a living alone in Buenos Aires as an immigrant. We chatted for 3 hours, he seems not to have anyone to share with the depth he did with me. After chatting, we had a ferocious session of smoking hot sex. This boy is another of my exceptional findings, side by side with Italo Andrade. Perhaps one pinch below Italo. He is still servicing a few regulars and has a European sugar daddy who visits Buenos Aires now and then, and had decided to retire from the business, pulling down all his ads and not taking any more calls from other clients. However, he called me last night and we may find a way to make him available for visitors who are willing to pay more than the local clients. He is an emotional mess right now, this is a developing story. I will see again Fran. This boy was excellent, and brings the plus on being an Argentinean iconic character, the hot “chonguito de barrio”. His accent and the way he speaks are an automatic turn on. And I was not expecting him to be such a passionate power bottom. Finally, I may try again Douglas, the Carioca I met last year. I have not yet contacted him, but I am almost sure I will. Definitively, I will focus more in my Grindr hook ups. It is working really good. I saw “Y” a second hot time, and I had another guy who was OK, although not good enough for a repeat. Last night I went to Km 0. It is the only gay bar/disco that is open everyday. They just opened another location in Palermo, that opens earlier and has a kitchen besides the bar, so you can eat there pizza and empanadas. I arrived at 1:15 and the show was already started. The main figures were two drag queens, backed by three male dancers. I did not see stripers, at least not during the time I was there. I strongly recommend any foreigners to stop by and try to enjoy the show. It is not the conventional lip singing drag show that you see in Brazil or in the USA, but has a strong local touch. Buenos Aires has a long story of high quality varieté and independent theater, and you can see this influence in the show. Not the high quality, but the show structure and production. Besides a few lip singing in a parodic tone, one of the drags actually sang. First parodying an archetypical female tango singer, and then a Mexican one. Both drag queen performed long sessions of stand up comedy mingling and picking on the audience, and led a game with audience participation. In between the two main stars performances, the dancers would perform artistic numbers. They were hot guys, but with all the mannerisms of trained dancers, which I do not find sexually attractive. IMG_3555.MOV IMG_3554.MOV The show ended at 2:30 with an homage to el Dia del Amigo. The entrance was $AR 200, including one drink. I ordered a whiscola, and it was generously served. During the show, the place was arranged like a cabaret, with tables and chairs in front of the stage. During the show people was coming in and the areas without tables started to get crowded. Once the show was over, the tables were removed and the audience area became a dancing floor. I was told this is a place popular amongst taxi boys and clients. I did see a couple of escorts I recognized from their ads, but none of them was in my shopping list. At 3 am people was still arriving and I was ready to go. I am not fit anymore for Buenos Aires night life times. I will try to go again some other day when they do have strippers, which are probably the best days to observe taxi boys and clients in action. No promises though.

I have been very lucky in this trip, Buenos Aires is treating me just as sweetly as Rio did. Before reporting briefly on sex, allow me a few side notes. Wifi in my airbnb sucks. It is supposed to be 10Mbps, but often is <1. Fortunately, La Biela is just 30m away from my front door. La Biela is the landmark cafe is La Recoleta. In my last year report I included some pictures of the cafe sidewalk, with a few local pop culture real size statues. Inside the café there are two more statues of Bioy Casares and Jorge Luis Borges sitting at a table. I made the very poor decision to sit next to them. It was quite annoying the parade of tourists walking in just to take a picture with the reproduction of the two famous writers. I did not share last year pictures of Buenos Aires bakery. “Panaderías” are a key provider for the local diet. Although they originally sell only bread and cakes, the need to take full advantage of the big ovens has expand the business model to include all kind of baked dishes. They are one of my first stops every time I arrive, and an easy ticket to happiness. Talking about the local escorts market, prices are all over the place. I met Fran, a local porn performer, who delivered a premium service and charge $A 2,500. In a few hours I am meeting another boy I have very good references about, who charges $A 1,800. Last night I met Carlos Aleman. He is retired and only meeting with a few exclusive fortunate regulars (thanks to the God I do not believe in for being in that group). He did not tag his service and I paid $A 3,500 for our meeting before my trip to Brazil, and $A 3,000 for last night. He would have been happy with $S 2,500, but this is an exceptional guy and I am willing to be more generous. I still have to contact Erik and Douglas to find out their rates. After hiring them, I will hopefully will be able to repeat. I want more from Fran, the guys was amazing and he is just a porteño sexual icon. I will share more details when I have time to write a full report.

When I have time, I will write a full review. Meanwhile, if you are horny in Buenos Aires and want a power bottom horny next door joke, go for Fran: http://id006.onyce.net

Yesterday I met with my Grindr hook up, who I will call "Y". I wrongly reported his age before, he is 25 y.o., but looks like 19. Venezuelan, joined his national diaspora two years ago. Like most immigrants from Colombia, Peru, and Venezuela, he is middle class and with some college education. Buenos Aires is being significantly improved with this import. Y left Caracas after passing 10 classes in Law School and now is working at a restaurant here. Our first contact was back in June, when I first arrived to Buenos Aires. In my first two stops I stayed only for a couple of days in the Argentinean capital and did not have time for hook ups. He contacted me repeatedly, and I bookmarked his profile because he was hot, and his headline caught my interest. It reads "No Flacos. C/L". "No Flacos" means "No Skinny men", C/L is the local abbreviation to inform you have a place to meet (Con Lugar). A Venezuelan hot boy into overweighted men, my perfect match. He seemed really interested in meeting, kept hitting my profile while I was in Corrientes and in Rio. The beginning of our communications and meeting yesterday was slightly weird. When we discussed where to meet, he insisted in his place, even when it is a hostel. When I verified he did not have a private bathroom in his place, I was determined not to go there. His argument was that he was working up to late and did not want to go to his place, shower, and then go out again; plus he was able to smoke weed in his cave. We finally agreed on him coming to take a shower to my airbnb and bringing some weed to smoke together. I offered him to pay for an Uber to my place and then back to his. When he finally arrived I liked him immediately. He could be an Indio from Brazilian NE. We came up to my place and chatted and smoke for more than one hour. It is unusual, most times I go straight for sex. I guess Brazilian influence got me more social. Y was adorable, very energetic, curious about my life and enthusiastic about sharing his. He even rapped to me his favorite songs and it was hot and fun. But nothing sexual at all, I was starting to wonder why I was wasting my time looking for hook ups when I would have already been done with a professional. When I went to the kitchenette to fix a drink, we kissed. It was a very good interaction, all the clues were right. He hurried to take a shower, and when came out of the bathroom his attitude was completely different. Apparently he was not feeling clean before and that is why he avoided much physical contact. Remember, he was coming to my place after working in a restaurant kitchen for about 10 hours. Y is beautiful naked. Perfectly smooth and with a naturally athletic shaped body, no worked out. The interaction was passionate, with some weird comments now and then. For instance, he would warn me that I had to be very "macho" with him. When I would tell him I did not know what he meant, he would just repeat the same without explaining it to me. Adding that request to other comments, I think he was asking me to treat him roughly, which I never do in a first date. He would share later on that he was coming from playing the slave in a bondage scene with a local police man, and that he enjoyed it. However, what I was feeling in bed was that he reacted very positively to basic Vanilla stimuli. Intense hugging and fondling, passionate kissing, and locking our eyes seemed to be working very well to freak him out to ecstasy. We ended fucking for 90'. When I was going to eat his ass I thought to perceive some slightly not nice aroma and asked him whether or not he had performed a deep clean when showering. His answer was not, so I desisted of going deeper and got ready for penetration. I penetrated him three times. Each time he would say that was not able to take it anymore after a long pounding. I would pull out, throw away the shitty condom, and start kissing and fondling to get ready to bust. Each time he would ask me if I wanted to fuck him again, and there I would go. The third time he said it would be the last, as it was past 10pm and he had to get up at 4am next morning. He asked me to fuck him in front of a big mirror, and busted all over the place. I pumped a little bit more and filled the condom inside of him. Indeed, the best for free sex in several years. It actually reminded me of my golden years. Y asked me to walk down to kiss him goodbye. This morning I found a warm message thanking for last night and asking for another date. I want to see him again, I just do not know yet when. Today I am meeting Fran from LatinLeche, tomorrow Carlos Aleman. Friday is for KM 0 and another for free hook up. Saturday is for family at noon and friends at night. Perhaps we meet again Sunday, I a not sure yet.

I will do my best to fill your request. No, there is no equivalent in Argentina to Brazilian GPs saunas. The only place I heard of that perhaps could be compared against Brazilian gay (no GPs) saunas is a twice a week party called "Fiesteros". In my reports on my last year to Buenos Aires I shared some info about it. Nudity is required, and I think I am too old and too fat for those events. I am not planning to explore them. I have not seen any reasons to have any exceptional concerns about security. Just do the same you would do in any big city around the world. 2:30 or 3 am may be late for you (and me, since I have been americanized), but for Buenos Aires is the beginning of the night.

I needed 24 hours of resting. Last night I slept 10 hours, which is completely unusual. Buenos Aires seems ready to welcome me warmly, but I am a little bit frustrated. I love the city, but after living here 20 years it is nit a place for exploring and adventure. My plan was writing and devoting to family and friends in the mornings and afternoons, and fucking as much as possible at night. However, I am having technical issues publishing video in my blog. I mentioned before that post that I should have published a week ago, but I am stuck because of the technical problems. I cannot read a new book until I finish the one I am reading. Similarly, I cannot start writing a new article until I publish the draft I am working on. I am very frustrated with this, just try a Tweet to Wordpress to see if that way I can get some help. Besides that, everything looks good. My Airbnb is located just one block away from La Biela, the Recoleta landmark cafe. Today I had breakfast with my mother, but tomorrow I will be there. Compared to the apartment I got in Rio, I am not sure which one I prefer. This one is located in a very fancy area, and is nicely furnished, and the bathroom is more roomy. However, the kitchen and h appliances suck. In Rio the kitchen was fully equipped and I had a full fridge, and I am missing that. I am also missing Brazilians' friendliness. Porteños, after a week in Brazil, are often rude and unpleasant. I am having saudade. To add to my saudade, Luiz texted me with a sketchy story typical of GPs. He went to his mom's home to get money to pay his rent. When he was living was jumped and robbed. He sent a picture of his bruised face. He is asking me to lend R800 that he would pay back. I responded with a sketchy story of my own. When I arrived to Buenos Aires I sold my dollars and was scammed and given forged money. I had to ask for help to my friends and relatives, and suggested him to do the same. I did nt her from him again. My Grindr is driving me crazy. I am talking to three guys (for free hook ups) right now. As you know, I do not have sex with average guys. I am a pretentious below average slut. Tonight I am meeting a 21 y.o. Venezuelan who is coming to my place. On Friday, we are going to Kim 0, a strippers bar I want to know, with a 27 y.o. morocho, and then I will kidnap him to my nest. The third for free guy has yet not appointment, but looks good. About paid sex, tomorrow I am meeting Fran. I got infatuated with him about one year ago when I saw his first video for LatinLeche. He is listed in the plans I linked at the beginning of the thread. On Thursday I am meeting with Carlos Aleman. And those are all the appointments so far. Stay tuned.

I am not sure Jonathan will still be in Rio (he was visiting from SP), but if you see him go for it. Excellent boy, almost as good as Italo or Luiz. Even if I was not able to meet them, I am confident to recommend also Yuri Oberon (only top) and Estevão Olivera (vers).

You cannot miss him if you go to Pointe and he is there. He is super nice, friendly, energetic, and passionate. I am in Buenos Aires already, and he is still texting, telling me how much enjoyed his time with me. I wanted to leave Rio behind, but Rio does not let me go.

I slept up to 8am, and he arrived 9:30. He called Henrique (the friend he had recommended as a bottom but could not take my dick), and arranged with him to bring to the beach premium quality weed. At 10am we were calling an Uber and heading to Ipanema. Traffic was worse than usual, as Avenida Atlantica is closed on Sundays, but it was a short trip and soon we were setting up camp between Posto 8 and Posto 9, a barraca with the rainbow flag up. We got cadeiras, a parasol, and relaxed to enjoy the sun and the peace. There was activity, but this is the cold season for the locals and it was not crowded. Actually, a significant number of the beach goers were Argentinean tourists. Not only I was impressed by that, but also for the number of Argentinean vendors offering empanadas argentinas. I called one of them, bought empanadas, and chatted a little bit. He shared that he was living comfortably by working a few hours selling empanadas in the beaches. As I said, he was not alone, there were many of them. IMG_3433.MOV I also learned that Yerba Mate is a very popular infusion for Cariocas. I knew it was popular in the South, amongst Gauchos, but not in Rio. Of course, I then realized it was probably one more trace of the Guaranitic influence. The Tupi Guarani area of influence used to reach well up to the North of Brazil. Not only the names of fruits and places was a trace of this pre-columbian culture, but also Yerba Mate. Beach vendors would walk around carrying tanks with the beverage and big bags of biscuits to eat with it. I did not try the biscuits, I wonder if they are similar at all to the ones usually eaten in Argentina with mate. The day was beautiful and we stayed up to 3pm. We said goodbye to Henrique and headed to my place. Diego wanted a farewell sex, but I think he finally understood that I just like kissing and fondling with him. We did it a lot and got some pizza while I was packing and cleaning up the Airbnb. At 4:30 we kissed (and kissed, and kissed, and kissed) goodbye, at 5pm I was calling my Uber to go to Galeao. I had the chance to know both local airports. When I arrived, my flight from Campinas landed in Santos Dumont. I loved the layout of the airport, so open to Rio’s beautiful landscape. Galeao is less particular, and more universal, just like any other big international airport, closed and refrigerated. I want to finish this report now, so when I arrive to Buenos Aires I can refocus on Argentina. It is going to be hard. I am leaving Rio completely in love with the city, I liked it even more than Salvador. I am socially challenged (that is a big deal of my difficulty to fully enjoy saunas) and need a long time to relax, feel comfortable, and start actually building relationships. I will be back, and will stay longer than just one week. One of the things I liked is that my portuñol worked much better than in Salvador. I do not know if I am getting better or if Rio’s inhabitants are more used to Argentineans’ mumbling, but I was able to communicate far better than in Bahia. Later on I will write in my blog more in detail about some experiences, but in this travel log I will be switching from now on to Buenos Aires, with apparently a quick escapade to Montevideo. See you all soon.

I am right now at Galeao waiting for my flight to Campinas first, and Buenos Aires finally. I will have plenty of time to update this report, and the wifi here is way better than in my airbnb. Let’s start where I left. After my successful night at Pointe, the first one when I actually enjoyed the sauna scene, I was exhausted. Despite sleeping 8 hours, I got up the following morning still tired. I was still without spending a day in the beach, and thought about doing it. Fortunately, before leaving, I decided to text Luiz and Jonathan to organize a threesome in the afternoon, expecting they would take their time to respond. I am quite confident I would have gotten their interest with 150, but I really liked them and offered R200 to come to my place at 4pm. I was wrong, both responded immediately and affirmatively. So I decided to stay home to rest and be ready for them. The day before I had three wonderful orgasms (with Diego before leaving, and with Luiz and Jonathan at the sauna), when I usually am a one shot shooter. Needless to say, I did not want to underperform with these two geishas together. Surprisingly, considering the standard Brazilian unpunctuality, both arrived almost together, just 15’ after 4. Jonathan was staying also in Copacabana, just a 15’ walk from my place; but Luiz lives 1:30 hours away. Kudos to him. Jonathan wanted a shower, so we got started with Luiz. I could not praise this boy enough. As you all know, I am a big slut and have been with many, many men in my almost 4 decades of active homosexual sluttyness. Luiz is in the same category than Italo, absolutely exceptional, the best of the best lovers. He gives himself totally into it, with generosity and, at the same time, with selfishness. He is focused on pleasing you, but he also looks for being pleased. Exactly what I like, a sex freak. When Jonathan came out of the shower we had been passionately kissing and fondling with Luiz for 15 minutes, and we were very horny and ready to fuck. However, we had to cool down to meet Jonathan where he was and bring him up to our state. It did not take much time. Although Jonathan is not at the level of Luiz or Italo Andrade, he is also an excellent lover and just a pinch below. In just a minute we three were kissing and fondling, and in 10 minutes started also to perform oral sex in all the possible combinations of three. I am sharing these pictures with their permission. Luiz does not want to show his face, but he is hot and with a very sexy and kinky expression. The level os passion of these two boys is out of the chart. It was smoking hot. After a while, I started to fuck Luiz while he was sucking Jonathan. His ass is super receptive, I did not need lube to get in smoothly. We played in that position for a while, until Jonathan lost control and busted. He could not go on and asked for a break to smoke a cigarette and regain energy. Yes, get used to it, almost all these boys smoke tobacco. It is weird, though. I usually taste the flavor coming from their lugs, but not here. Several of my partners asked for a smoke after fucking, and I was surprised every single time. While Jonathan was smoking his cigarette, Luiz and I moved into the bedroom, where I had set the A/C to help us with the heat. The previous action was all in the living room. In bed, we started kissing and fondling again, waiting for Jonathan. He soon joined us and we, again, went through all the combinations for oral sex allowed for three. I asked Jonathan to fuck Luiz, and he did it while I alternated kissing each of them. Then I asked Jonathan to choose who he wanted to fuck him first. As Luiz’ dick is longer but thiner than mine, he chose him. We went one fucking several times, in different positions, I forget now the details. I do remember that towards the end I asked Luiz if he wanted me to cum inside oh him, and he said no (I did not ask Jonathan because he demands a condom while Luiz is into barebacking, I do not like busting with a condom on). I was surprised because I did cum inside of him in the sauna. And then I remembered @Tomcal's observation: one thing is what the boys will do alone with you, and another thing what they are willing to do in front of other boys. So I asked him to kiss me to cum together. He kissed me in four while jerking off, and in the middle of our interaction Jonathan started to fuck him again. We exploded almost together, and just a couple of minutes later Jonathan pulled out, took his condom away, and busted on Luiz’ back. The whole experience was the best threesome I ever had for free or for a fee. Both of them were consistently hard (with the exception of the break Jonathan took after busting at the very beginning, it took him a while to recover his erection). Perhaps part of the success was due to the fact that they had already worked together for another client, so they knew each other and were comfortable. I never felt excluded, and wonderfully I never felt I was the center of the action. It was the perfect threesome where no one is left aside and each one is fully cared of. No one single participant was the center, we all were. After busting we stayed together kissing, hugging, and chatting. When we left bed we took the pictures. Both of them had very sweets words for me, that I am going to keep for me. Let’s just say that they complimented me for making sure they were enjoying the experience. Apparently, most clients do not do that, according to them. Of course, I am aware it could be bull shit to make me feel great. Well, they did an outstanding job at bull shitting, and I choose to believe them. We had been almost two hours together and they had to leave. Jonathan was going to 117, Luiz to spend Saturday night with his family. I took a shower, try to recover my breath, and an hour and a half later I was leaving to have my second time in 117. It was Saturday, it was supposed to be a strong day over there. I was arriving to 117 about 8pm. This time, thanks to @Tartegogo's tip, I went straight to the smoking bar in the building's backyard. I liked the place, it reminded me of Sauna Fox at Salvador. As Tarte noticed, the contrast between the first bar, freezing with A/C and empty, and this back space warm and crowded, was remarkable. However, I did not like the boys' attitude. There were some boys heading insistently on me but I did not like them (I am very picky when I am paying). The few boys I did like were Divas who would not make eye contact with me. I hang out over there 30’, did not see Jonathan who would have entertained me, and decided to go to Pointe. At 8:45 I was walking into Pointe 202. Uber is wonderful in Brazil. The sauna was crowded, very lively and friendly, I definitively like this sauna much more than 117. A little bit after 9pm they had a show with a nice drag queen and a White stripper, a little bit too old for me. Despite liking the atmosphere and enjoying the company, I was not lucky. I talked to about six boys I liked, but they all were or only top or versatile. Of course, I think they were the versatile kind I am not interested in. As I said before, self sacrifice is a turn off for me. Nevertheless, they were very friendly, we kissed and touched, and I invited with drinks to all of them to reward them for their time with me. One of them, who went out of his way to seduce me, and who ever tried to introduce me to boys he thought I would like, ended with me paying for his ticket (R20 for GPs) besides his drink. I was coming from having outstanding sex, otherwise I would have accepted a programa without penetration. I am confident that all those boys trying to convince me to rent a suite with them would have accepted R50 for a session of kissing and oral sex and mutual masturbation. I guess that will be my future once my erection loses strength. I was expecting to find Diego, but he had spend the day in the beach with his girlfriend (he took her to Praia de Grumari where we went together before) and decided to stay home and rest instead of coming to the sauna looking for programas. When the crowd was fading and it was clear that I would not go with any of the boys, I left and went home to sleep my last night in Rio. Earlier on, I had good news. Officially, I had to check out of my airbnb at 10am, although my flight was departing at 9:20pm. After explaining the situation to the owner of the condo, he let me stay up to 5pm without asking for any extra payment. At 2am Diego woke me up. He called to apologize for not being in the sauna and to beg me to spend with me my last day in Rio. He promised he would come to my nest before 10am (that was always our dates time, and he never made it punctually) to take me to Ipanema. I go on in another post, I am afraid of reaching the words limit here.

And 117 did not have a second chance because I ended going to 202 again. But let's start by the beginning. Diego came over this morning to spend the day together. We had talked about going to Ipanema, but ended doing something different. He has been so fantastic, and made such a difference in this trip, that I wanted to reward him. And of course the problem is, how. Cash? We had talk about me sending him a cheap phone once back to the States. His phone was stolen in a sauna, and Diego has been out of the grid for some time now. Imagine a GP without a smart phone. Not even a GP, imagine any Millennial without a phone. When he walked in, he was very excited and happy because had finally obtained his Carta de Travalho. It was a document he needed to start playing soccer professionally and make R$ 1,000 monthly. He came in sharing the good news, hugging me and kissing me out of excitement. Imagine his face when I asked him what telephone he wanted. He could not believe it, kissed me again, and started to jump around happy for all the good things happening to him today. We got on line to check phones and decided to change our plans for the day. Instead of going to Ipanema, we would go to AquaRio with a stop in Rio Sul, a big shopping center, to buy his new phone. He had never been in the aquarium and the prospect added even more excitement to his day. It was immensely gratifying to be now the one giving and making a difference in his life. Once in the shopping, he chose a Galaxy at R 1,200. Which is a fraction of the money I am able to save each month. For less than half of my monthly savings, I was able to make a difference in Diego's life. Once with his new phone, we headed to the aquarium. Diego had been very careful about picking a phone with a good camera, and was very excited to use it for the first time in AquaRio. I liked the installation for itself, but it was an additional pleasure to have Diego over excited like a little kid with his new phone and this field trip. The aquarium is relatively new, privately own, and with relatively expensive tickets. The museums I visited charged R10, the aquarium was R100, because we got the discount for Mercosul citizens. This was the biggest aquarium I ever visited (I never went to the ones in Baltimore and Florida) and really enjoyed the experience. After the aquarium, we returned to my Airbnb. We wanted the last afternoon together to be "tranquilo". There still was some excellent weed left overs, we ordered a delicious local pizza, and hang out while waiting for the delivery. Once the pizza arrived and we ate, it was time for "sexo". Diego was more demonstrative than ever before out of happiness and gratitude. He commanded me to bed (he had being consistently very demanding about having sex even more than once in a day), we got naked and started to make out passionately. After a while, he turned around and gave me his back in position to get fucked. I kept kissing, licking, and hugging him, but did not try to fuck him. He turned from being laying on his left side to be fully face sown, and pushed me on top of him. I let my hard dick go in between his thighs, like faking a penetration, but he wanted more. So I stopped the whole thing, moved to his side, and told him very clearly "I do no want to fuck you". I reminded him of a conversation we had already have, where I explained to him that my pleasure comes from my partner's pleasure. Self-sacrifice is a huge turn off for me. Diego hugged me and kissed me more, and told me that I was the best. After kissing me for a while, he pushed me to his right nipple and started to jerk off while I licked and sucked it. I alternated between kissing and licking his nipple while he played with edging for a while. This was actually the best sex we had, he was finally relaxing and allowing me to please him instead of vice versa. He busted first, then I followed, and we fell asleep. I do not like sleeping with anyone in my bed, it is one of the reasons why I do not do overnights. I do not like waking up and not being alone. But we both fell asleep and slept for a while. When we wake up, it was almost time to go to the sauna. Here we had another change of plans. I wanted to go to 117 because the thread about Brazilian Saunas has a table that recommends it as the best option for Fridays. However, Diego insisted that the info was wrong, that the best place to go to was Pointe because there was a show and the cabins were for free. Fortunately, I listened to him, because tonight I am reconciled with saunas. From the very beginning Pointe felt great, very animated and friendly, with more boys than clients. We arrived about 8pm, and sat in a table to check the crowd. I got immediately infatuated with a dark chocolate boy. I asked Diego wether or not he knew the guy, and he told me that he knew him and he was "boa gente". After hanging out for 20' (always making out), Diego went to change clothing to start hunting for a programa. As soon as he left, I made eye contact with the pretinho and he came to sit with me, gorgeous beautiful. His name was Marcelo, from Bahia, 23 años. He told me he was versatile and into kissing, and immediately demonstrated his kissing skills. His fee was 150 (I know, I could have negotiated it down). He wanted me to look for a room, but I wanted to see the show first. So he left to go to the sauna. After 10 minutes returned because the sauna was too crowded, he said. The show was not starting and, when we asked, we were told that there was a delay, so we got one of the suites. Once in the suite, he got quickly naked and show me a huge dick in full hard. However, he would avoid kissing me, and therefore I would not get hard. I reminded him that he told me he was into kissing, but he ignored my complains and started to suck my dick and jerk me off trying to make me hard. I insisted that I wanted and needed kissing. So he stopped and told me he was not going to do it. I gave him R50, and a goodbye. Bad beginning for the night. I returned to the bar. There were a few guys I was interested in, but I was not making eye contact. Until finally a short black guy, with a smooth athletic body and a delicious mischievous face came to me. His name was Luiz, Carioca, 22 years old. As soon as I told him that I was into kissing, he started kissing me like the world was going to end. His price was 130, I promised him 150 if he made me happy. The boy was amazing, the first time I had excellent sex in a sauna. He made me feel wanted ad took my dick like a champ hard, deep, and long. We had not discussed busting, but we busted almost together, first I did it inside of him, then was his turn. After busting we kept hugging and making out, traded WhatsApp numbers, and agreed on a possible date for tomorrow afternoon. He earned his 150. Happy with the turn of events, I returned to the bar to see if there was still fishable material. I saw a guy I had seen to days before and liked a lot. Black, tall, athletic, with a very pretty and boyish face. We locked eyes and started talking. His name was Louis, also from Bahia (I am surrounded by bahianos), and versatile, but not into kissing. Bad luck. When I was almost ready to go, I saw Jonathan. 19 y.o., from Sao Paulo, visiting Rio. I do not have to describe him because I have a picture and his vivalocal link, let's hope it works: https://m.vivalocal.com/acompanhantes-gays/copacabana/com-local---/183904068 He looks now like the picture I am posting here, the ones in his ad are outdated on his hair. We quickly established compatibility, made out in the bar for about 15' while I was recovering from my session with Luiz, and went to a suite. Another excellent experience. We also traded numbers and agreed on a possible meeting tomorrow. I am fantasizing with getting these two kids together to my airbnb if I can coordinate times. Happy and exhausted I returned to my nest and decided to write this report before going to sleep. Tomorrow is my last full day and night and want to be doing something else. Tomorrow night I wanted to go to 117, but Luiz, Jonathan, and Diego are going to 202. Let's see.

Damn it. That was my mistake. I am right now with Diego, and we will go tonight, I will have a second chance.