Latbear4blk

None since my early 20s.

I do not know why (probably my very much missed American grown weed) I had not posted the previous message yesterday, but instead saved it as a draft. What I did just post is a final evaluation on the three saunas in Salvador.

Trip is over. Stay away from JetBlue. Again, we have a 4 hours delay. If interested, I just published a full report on my visit to Thermas Club 13 and some intelligence I gathered about the place.

My friend, some of us thrive in respectful disagreement. About the movie, no I have never heard of it. I wonder why it reminded you of me, other than me being a childish Spanish speaker.

Be careful what you wish for!

Attention, ‘snowflakes’ and ‘me me me millennials’: The British Army wants you

You are correct, Thermas is the lowest tier, find the full report here. I just published it. Still, Therma offers he lowest prices, and Club 11 the highest. Top tier guys in Club 11 ask for 150 and go for 100. Top tier guys in Fox asked for 130. The prices are still lower compared to Rio.

Pricing in Salvador seems quite different. I was an obvious foreigner and was quoted between 80 and 150 Rs, and the ones in the top tier were not always the better looking boys. One of the boys I got acquainted to told me that in Thermas, the local clients sometimes pay as little as 30 Rs.

Perhaps gay right are not federally protected in Brazil (I do not know), but there is legislation in Bahia that protects gays against discrimination and harassment. The guys I have meeting overt there are extremely concerned. What is specially worrying in Brazil with civil and social rights in general (thinking beyond gay rights) is the absence of a strong civil society like in the USA. The Bahianos I talked to consider Bolsnaro's win as a military take over through elections.Do not forget Latin American military are not like the USA's, they have systematically violated the constitutions and attacked their own people. In part, USA's School of Americas in Panama is responsible. During the 70s and 80s Latin American military ranks were trained on something called "National Security Doctrine". According to this Doctrine, the military in our countries switched from national defense policies to watch and repress the enemies inside boundaries, meaning social movement, unions, civi rights leaders, and of course everyone who embraces socialism or communism or any leftist ideology. Many Brazilians are afraid this is a come back.

I am not like the friends who can stop by the sauna in their way to the airport. Despite my many travels, I always get stressed before boarding my transportation. It is not fear of flying, I also get nervous and anxious before traveling by train or bus. So I am in my hotel room waiting for being time to call my Uber to the airport. Soon. Today I went to Praia da Barra to say goodbye to that amazing beach. I tried four different beaches in this trip, Barra is the unquestioned winner. No garoto or friend with me this time, so I did not bring anything with me and just floated and swam for a couple hours. This time I was able to deeply enjoy it without insights or thoughts. Just the sun and the warm water teasing and treating my body. Of course I took a look at the hot men all around me, but I was not really horny but in love with Nature. I am sure there are many beaches like this one around the world and here in Brazil, but I never experienced anything like it. The calm warm water without waves, absolutely clean and transparent, pushing you to the surface and the sun; the easiness of swimming almost effortless, way easier than in a swimming pool; the ability to see the bottom no matter how depth it was, and use it to assess the fast progress of my crawling; are all characteristics radically different to my previous ocean experiences in the South and North Atlantic. I stayed too long, I just did not want to leave. My skin is right now reminding me that I should have been more careful and take a break from the sun. I returned to my hotel exhausted and fell asleep. Marcelo woke me up about 5:30 PM with a goodbye WhatsApp video call. Sweet boy. I got up despite feeling like Torchman, took a shower, and headed to Club 11. It was a waste of my time (and a few Rials). All the working boys were garotos I had seen before and was not interested in hiring. The ones I was expecting to see were not there. I considered stopping by Fox, but considering my traveling anxiety, I was quite confident it was pointless. At 7 PM I was checking out and coming to my room to pack and get ready. In a minute I go down and call my Uber. To Do List: -Report on Thermas -Final report and rating of Salvador 3 saunas - I LIKE PINGA 2018 awards

Yes? That is like saying, to justify Trump, that Americans are frightened at Mexican immigration and are prepared to control it. If you are in the anti-Muslim wagon, we are not going to click.

Last days On Sunday I went for a last time to Fox. I have been doing a really horrible work at timing. I arrived there about 6:30, and I think I should have done it earlier on. Unlike my previous Sunday, the place was fully packed and even finding a seat was a challenge. I did got a programa that I already shared in the report on Fox in I LIKE PINGA, so I will not tell the story again here. Before going to the sauna I had made my first and only excursion to the local shopping mall. I only brought a carry on bag with not enough clothing for two weeks without laundry. To avoid washing my dirty cloths, I decided to do some shopping although it is not an activity I enjoy. It was also an excuse for one more walk around the hotel neighborhood, as the mall is just at 18’ walking distance. My previous walks had been mostly close to the sea sore, this time I adventured into the neighborhood’s inlands. I wonder how an American or a European experiences the local vibe. To me, everything was quite familiar and reminded me a lot of my adolescence in the Argentinean Northeast. I arrived to the mall 10’ before opening and joined the waiting crowd seating all over the place, sank in their phones. They do not open until noon. The only ones allowed in were the many workers coming to their jobs. Many gay workers in Shopping Barra. Nothing much to say about the mall. Like international hotels or airports, they have no identity. I do not remember the name of the cultural analysts who wrote a book about non-spaces or something like that. Is him French? I don’t remember, but this mall would be one of his archetypical examples. I just quickly bought a bunch of t-shirts (20Rs each) and in my way out I explored the food offerings. Everything looked delicious and I was tempted to join the tourists going for the buffets with local food. I was also astonished at the number of Americans going for KFC in a shopping mall in Salvador. In my way out I passed by a pão de queijo store and could not resist the temptation. The servers laughed at me because I wanted two of everything. On Monday the only open sauna was Club 11, I showed up about 6PM (because of the holiday they ran special hours, 3 to 9) and it looked pretty much like most of the days I visited there. About 10/15 clients and a similar number of GPs. I was approached by three guys who were too muscular or too old for me (30s is too old for me). There were 2 or three Latin very hot boys who seemed to be available, but observing their interaction with other clients I quickly lost interest. I have learned that the hottest boys are not always the best programas. My way to filter them after learning from my first mistakes, is waiting and observing. For instance, the Black guy I hired yesterday at Fox was super hot porn star quality. Observing his interactions with the client we was seated with, I noticed he was affectionate, engaged, and unpretentious. Hiring material. Unlike him, the hottest boys I was observing in Club 11 seemed to look down at the clients they were interacting with, they seemed to enjoy being worshipped and complimented, without getting engaged in affectionate body contact. I was starting to think of leaving without a programa, when I met Henrique. I had seen him before, but he seemed to be busy on who knows what, running up and down the stairs. Henrique is 22 years old, Latino looking with light skinned complexion, sexy strong legs and butts typical of soccer players, nice athletic upper body, sharp and slightly muscular. He has a big sexy mouth with a sexy full smile, and the cocky, winner attitude I identify in most attractive guys with a big dick. Yep, his dick is huge. During one of his runs up and down the stairs, Carlos had asked for his help carrying some boxes to the bar. Henrique dropped his towel and I had a view of his not erected cock. One of the thicker ones I’ve ever seen. A while after I saw that scene, I was distracted enjoying Beyonce in the big screen when he came straight to me. He nicely shook my hand, introducing himself, and asked for permission to seat at my table. In a few minutes we were making out and, without him stroking it as his hands were busy around me and my cock, his dick started to get hard. Impressive trunk, an elephant would be happy replacing his prensil tool with Henrique’s piroca. He told me he was willing to do everything I wanted, and asked me if I preferred a cabin or a suite. I gave him my number and asked him to get a suite. As soon as he left me, I realized I made a newbie’s mistake, I forgot to agree on the price. I ran after him and caught him in the reception desk right before he got the room. He smiled, and very discretely took me away to the resting room to the right of the reception desk, that was empty at the time. He asked me for 150, I counter offered 100, he tried 120. I told him I would pay him 100, 120 if I was happy with the service. We close the deal. In the suite, I realized I made a mistake in my previous reports when I stated the A/C was not working. It is on, but set at 24C which is a too high temperature to me. As soon as we entered the room, Henrique headed to the bathroom and started to deep clean his ass. None of my previous GPs did that. The fore playing was hot, and it was the first time that I did not eat shit and had to ask the boy to stop and clean himself up. He turned on the TV and played straight porn, but he did not seem to have any interest on watching it. A few times I tried to set up our position in a way that would allow him to watch the TV, but he would prefer some other setting. For instance, once we moved to the doggy position, I tried to place him facing the screen, but for some reason he wanted to face the head of the bead, without being able to watch the porn. Henrique complained about my dick being too thick, specially, he said, considering he was not bottoming often. We did struggle getting it in, and I would have stopped should I perceived he was not enjoying it. I actually hesitated, and when Henrique noticed he just redouble his efforts. During the whole process and then during the hard fucking, his huge dick was always hard without him stroking it or watching the porn. He rode my dick like a champion, and the only moment when he may have been watching the video was by the end, when he sat on me giving me his back and facing the TV. I cannot tell therefore whether or not the boy was watching the porn. Riding me he fucked my cock with his ass shaking his round butts and twisting his waist like a porn star with a background on dancing. I found the condoms provided in the saunas very uncomfortable. Surprisingly, they were even smaller than the ones I tried in Argentina and hated. The camisinhas were too tight for me. I always have problems ejaculating without stroking for a long time, and I was not going to cum in Henrique’s ass while he was so proficiently riding me until I was able to free my cock. When I felt like we were close to the 45’ shift limit, I moved him to my side and busted while both of us were kissing and jerking off. Henrique busted first (we had not agreed on him cumming), and I followed immediately after. He laughed while my orgasm seemed to never end, showering him on milk strike after spasm strike. We showered together, still making out. I was done, but his dick was still rock hard. While I was getting dressed, he sat and watch the porn always stroking his hard dick. I regret I did not offer him a photo session, but I did not want to get into commitments in my last couple of days. I paid him the 150 he quoted first, he earned it. He delivered the best sex so far. I returned to my hotel to regain strength and get into my White gear. The big street party was at Boca Do Rio, and there were a couple of gays parties in bars after midnight, but I decided to stay close to my hotel in Porto da Barra, where there were lots of people but not too many. I do not enjoy much big crowds. Whole families had set their parties on the beach and were getting ready for midnight. Several boats of different sizes where also hosting floating parties. Fireworks started 5 minutes before 12, when of course the big colors and noise pick happened. From my position I was able to see Praia da Barra all long, from the faro to the forte, and the island across the Bay. The fireworks were massive and beautiful. As I had decided not to go to the big parties, I stayed mingling with the other guests in my hotel and the people around. I had almost not connected with them until then, and they had probably labeled me as the anti social Argentine always alone (or bringing a hot boy). It was nice talking to them.They were a German former flight stewardess who is now retired and spends three months in Salvador every year, a couple of Brazilian families visiting, one from Recife and the other one from Porto Alegre, and an American guy retired and traveling through Brazil considering to settle down here. The owner of the hotel was also in the group, with her sister who was visiting escorted by her husband and two children. I had the chance to compliment the hotel staff and she seemed very appreciative of my recognition. I went to sleep at 1:30. IMG_1866.MOV IMG_1865.MOV IMG_1857.MOV Tuesday was my beach day with Marcelo, the smoking hot GP I met in Thermas and later shot some pictures with at my room. I think I did offer him too much money for his company (300R), as he had texted me a few times confirming my promise. He showed up 1:30 hours late, but kept me updated on his progress. Marcelo was having lunch with his family on January 1st, I was very understanding. When he arrived, Praia da Barra was too crowded, and we ended in some other beach around the South tip of the peninsula, facing the open ocean instead of the Bay. Marcelo was not as an engaged host as Italo, but indeed he was a very sexy company although not at all comfortable with public demonstrations of affection. My conversation with him was difficult because of the language barrier, but still engaged and interesting. Unlike the other GPs I have met in this trip, Marcelo is college educated and a source of knowledge on local history and politics. He also gave me some insights on the local saunas that I will eventually share. As a little advance, he does not think Thermas will survive beyond a few more months. Back to my hotel we were passionately making out in our way to take a shower as soon as I locked the door behind us. The sex was considerable better than our first time in the sauna and our second time after shooting the pictures. This time, unlike the previous ones, he made me feel he did want me inside of him, and I complied. After another shower we had diner together, exchanged contact information, and my last ofrenda to this Afro Brazilian God was calling an Uber to his home. Hopefully I will see him again in my next visit to Salvador. This was the third time I brought a boy to my hotel. It is a small establishment served by its owner, her visiting family, and a small staff of probably 10/15 people. You end meeting everyone, and most guests seem to have developed a bond amongst them and the staff. I was the anti social one who would just politely greet everyone but rarely engage in conversation until Revellion. The three times I brought a boy (Italo once and Marcelo twice), the lonely older guy walked through all the people, in and out, escorted by a 20s obviously local boy. I wonder what they thought, and whether or not they talked about me. I did not notice any change in their attitudes, so I do not care. If I ever return to Salvador, and I think I will, I would consider coming back to this hotel, but this time getting a room with a beach view. I am writing this in the morning of my last day in town. I will be leaving the hotel about 10/11 PM to take my flight at 2 AM. My plan is to hit the beach one more time and then make a last visit to Club 11, there are a couple of boys I tagged and would love to try before leaving.

There is one more thing I want to say again. @TotallyOz, I WANT MORE TIME TO BE ABLE TO EDIT posts. I am horrible at proofreading. Most times I do not notice my typos and mistakes until someone reacts or comments on my post and then I reread them. Anyway, my English is beyond shame.

Let's say it again. When we eventually point out to some friend here posting pictures of boys it is not for blaming and pointing fingers. I have done it, I have encourage others to do it, I have enjoyed the pictures. We are learning from our mistakes to become a better community, more respectful, appreciative, and protective of everyone's rights, clients and providers.

I am not sure whether boytoy is devolving into anti porn Tumblr, or evolving into a community more respectful of sex workers' privacy and rights. The point some of us are making is not about censoring nudes because of legal or moral issues, but about being more aware and respectful of the basic rights of the working boys. I am all for pornography, I am against into sneaking pictures under false promises, and then sharing them publicly online.

Even more scarring, these right wing crazy mother fuckers are building an international league. I wonder when they will reach the critical mass of Right wing controlled governments to switch to support globalization. We must make sure Trump is one term president. I am starting to pay less attention to him and more to the opposition. We know what we can expect from the White House. The strategy of Democrats and rational Republicans is still in development.

Ladies and ladies, find attached my full report on Sauna Fox. In a couple of hours I will go again to Planetario, the only sauna open today. I do not think I will be around here today, so HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!

I had to pay a little fortune to a private eye, but he found this picture from @Lucky seminary time. I have more, but do not want this thread moved to the porn folder.

Sabado Marcelo finally called and we met in my hotel. I am definitely turning into an old crappy and grumpy lady. Lucky can switch the “lady” part to Bitch, if he prefers. He knows me too well. My point is that after having sex with this boy, I was done for the day. I am liking my hotel more and more. Certainly not your choice if you are looking for 4 or 5 stars service. Several of the lights in my room do not work. The only one that I am really bothered for is the one on top of the bathroom mirror. I like to see clearly my unbelievably sexy face when I shave, which is impossible with the little light I have. At least twice the bathroom door handler dropped out of its place. There is no phone in the room to call the reception desk or room service. The hot water is slightly unpredictable. Most times you just have to let the water run for a while until I comes out hot, but a few times the warm water never came out. The wifi is also unpredictable. There is little privacy. Being a very small establishment, the staff can see everything I do and everyone I bring in to my room. As this was my first visit to Brazil in many years, and this board seems to be specially fond of scary stories about dangerous exotic countries, I got a little bit scared. I had decided not to bring anyone to my room, and therefore did not discuss the visitors policy with the staff. Once here, my impression about safety is quite different than the picture often painted by many posters. Of course there are risks, but in my opinion they are not higher than in any other big city I have visited. I often feel in danger when I walk around DC, it has never happened to me in Salvador. Notice I am being specific about location. When people talks about insecurity in Brazil, or in the USA, I find it is a useless generalization. The general impression here is that the place is not only more affordable than Rio, but also significantly safer. Therefore, once arrived here, once I perceived no extraordinary threats, I felt safe enough taking the same common sense precautions I would take in NYC, DC, o Buenos Aires. Friday in the morning, before going out to enjoy our beach day, I asked the staff in the hotel to please leave two towels in my room because I would be bringing a friend to take a shower after my beach trip. When we returned and took Italo to my room, no one stopped me or asked me for anything. In my room, the two towels I requested were waiting for us. Yesterday Marcelo joined me when I was having a meal in the hotel restaurant. I had dropped my keys early in the morning in the reception. When Marcelo arrived and I finished my food, we immediately headed upstairs. One of the cleaning ladies saw us and, when we were in the middle of the stairs, called me back. I thought we were being stopped for breaking the hotel policy and not registering my visitor. I was wrong. Laughing, she was calling me back because I was forgetting my keys in the reception. Today in the morning when she greeted me, with a full smile in her face, she asked me whether I had slept well, and I think I noticed a nuance of friendly, kinky complicity. That is he main reason why I like this hotel so much now, after my initial conflicting feelings. The staff is friendly, sexy, and very into keeping me happy. I am the anti social visitor who does not mingle with other guests and quietly spends his mornings working in his computer. However, everybody seems to like me, even the other long term guests I am avoiding. Besides the affordable price and the super friendly staff, there are other things that will probably make me return here in my next visit. Even when I did not get one with a beach view, my room is spacious and comfortable. I have been in 4 stars hotel with considerably smaller rooms and bathrooms. Even when the wifi is unreliable, I can switch amongst three different signals, and there is always one that works. The best thing is the location. We are right in the North end of the walk way along Praia Porto da Barra. The area is so nice and so alive, that I have dropped all my plans of exploring the rest of the city and I am enjoying a lot hanging out in the walking distance range of the hotel. Praia da Barra is just across the street. Today I am still hiding from the sun, but tomorrow I will probably be swimming very early in the morning, to avoid the strongest sun later on. The buffet breakfast is good enough to avoid having lunch. You always have fruits, potatoes, scramble eggs, a local variety of sausage, different rolls, and other local treats. Besides you can order omelets, panqueques, and a considerable variety of American and local breakfast dishes. Not only the kitchen will take your special order, but they will be happy to serve you, and extra happy when they see you are enjoying it. I told them I did not come to Salvador to eat American breakfast, and when I am in the mood for something different than the regular buffet offer, they are always excited to recommend me some local treat. I just enjoyed a delicious tapioca with grilled cheese and eggs. I think the local fluid sexuality is contagious. I find a few women attractive now and then, one of my best friends at home is a Trinitarian Goddess I would indeed enjoy playing with. But I never really get to have serious fantasies with women, and the last time I played with one was more than 10 years ago. Well, there are two of the ladies in the staff I am having fantasies with. Both are probably in their mid 20s, both are Brazilian sexy and friendly, one is Carla, beautiful dark skinned Black Soteropolitana, the other one is Maria, a light skinned Caipira. But I guess you do not care about women, and I do not think I am moving beyond fantasies land. I am not totally sure, I think Carla is trying to seduce me. Sorry for the rambling, I am not here to review hotels or discuss my fantasies with women. Communicating with Marcelo was a challenge. He does not have wifi in his phone plan, so you have to wait for him to hook to someone else’. He is a professional and certified therapeutic masseur, and travels around the city visiting his patients/clients. He is 26 y.o.the blackest boy I have been with here, and the hottest for my taste. Unlike Italo, he came well prepared with his ID, so we did a session of amateur pictures for my JustFor.Fans account. I will be publishing them sometime in January, once I am back, but I will share here only one. I have a written consent and prove of his age. I made sure he understood very well what I was doing to do with his pictures, his only request was to keep his face out of the show, which I did. It is a shame, though. His face and his smile are just as hot as his body is. We took the pictures, and then we played. He was willing to bottom, but again like with most of the other boys I met so far, I did not feel he wanted me to fuck him. He would just let me do it, which it is not my thing, as I explained before. The passionate Brazilian kissing and oral sex were more than enough to qualify as excellent sex for me. I came all over his back, and he asked me to bust on my face. Beleza. It was Saturday, and I wanted to go to one of the street parties or boîtes (dance clubs) at night. After saying goodbye to Marcelo, I retreated to relax. However, our fiend @numazu1, in his last night visiting Salvador, wanted to try a sauna. We went to Fox, and had my second visit there. I was drained by Marcelo, so I had no intentions to have a pograma. We arrived after 8, which is a little late. They had music en vivo, a singer playing MPB (musica popular brasileira), which I do love. I saw some of the boys I had seen in my first visit, like my first one, Bruno, and tagged a few ones for my next, which will probably be tonight. We left about 10, after meeting the owner and getting some recommendations. The best (it seems like the only) gay dance club to go to seemed to be San Sebastian Salvador, opening at midnight. We went to a Japanese restaurant a few blocks away from the sauna to feed Numazu1’s friend with his regular dose of abundant sushi, and then retired to our bases to rest before going out. Italo was also connected, lobbing for us to go to one of the street parties instead of the club. By the way, the neighborhood around Fox seems to be one of the safest in the city to walk at night. As you probably already guessed, we never went anywhere. We said goodbye by text, as our storyteller hero is leaving this morning to Rio de Janeiro. Today I am still hiding from the sun. I will probably walk around the neighborhood looking for the sidewalk with shade. I am not into shopping, but probably will make a visit to one of the nearby malls. Marcelo recommended me an Art exposition in one of the local museums, but I am not sure whether I am in the mood for museums in this trip. Tonight I will probably go to Fox. Now that I know who the owner is, besides having one or two programs, I may hit an interview for the blog. I noticed in other thread some interest on hooking up apps. They work quite well and you will have both, guys hitting you looking for a programa, and guys hitting you for a regular hook up. I played with the apps a little bit during my first couple of days, but I am not interested in paid sex through an app when we have the saunas, and the guys looking for just sex were not willing to have a meeting to check for chemistry. They just wanted to come to my room or wanted me to go to their place. I do not do that at home and I am not going to start here.

Sorry Lucky, I do not have time to read why someone needs to hold on to superstition. I am sure it fills some basic need for him. I also grew up in a very Catholic family, and out of my K-12 education 10 years were in Catholic schools. One of my brothers is a Jesuit priest. My breaking out with the Catholic Church has nothing to do with my homosexuality. As soon as I was able to start thinking independently in my high school years I realized how needy and nonsensical believing in any god is. I turn into agnosticism in my 9th grade and into Atheism in my 10th. Imagine how desperate my mother and the priests and professors in my Salesian high school were. Their first one in the honor roll list was a confessed Atheist. I did have a falling back into believing, of course out of weakness and desperation, during my military service. Back in my early adolescence I learned that my cousins in Esquina, the little town my parents where from and where I used to spend my summers, were having sex with the local priest. I was having sex with my cousins, but the priest never tried to touch me. I was just disappointed and felt unwanted. I understand why people need to believe. Not everyone is able to put out with an existence without any further meaning than living itself. Not everyone is able to put up with not being special and immortal. Good for them as long as they do not tell me how I should live my life.

It is not a joke. Dropping my shit in the place was a trip, and I was not high back them. Just very sensitive and creative because of my first international long trip. Three months in Europe, Morocco, and NYC.

Friday (beach day) I am very relief I am feeling better. I think my initial blaming on the sun was wrong, something else was affecting me. I am right now moving from the cetacean to the crustacean family (I am all red from the beach day I am about to report) and feeling perfectly. So I have no idea what to blame my weakness and lack of energy on. The medication I bought for my back is working great and the pain is now back to its regular chronic level (I am used to have it all the time, just at a tolerable intensity). I was already feeling back to normal on Thursday, when I met Marcelo during my visit to Thermas Club 13. Right now I am waiting for his response to come over to my hotel, but he does not have wifi at home and I do not know when I will have an answer. Our meeting should be in about 4 hours, let’s see. Yesterday my date with Italo to go to the beach was at 12. After all the warnings about Brazilians’ lack of punctuality in general, and GPs’ in particular, I had made my mind to patiently wait for a late arrival. I was wrong, he not only showed up on time, but started texting me 45 minutes before keeping me updated of his progress. I would find out later that I was totally unprepared for the event. I put on sun screen only on my face, head, shoulders and chest. Those are now the only places that are not shining with a tempting red lobster tone. Besides, I took only about 40 Rials with me. I did not know that going to the beach involves a lot of expenses here, and I did not know that every single street and beach vendor In Salvador accepts credit cards. Fortunately, we will learn later, I got a Savior. Italo arrived on time, always smiling, always with an extra positive vibe, always trying to find out what I wanted and what I needed to make me happy. He is indeed a wonderful guy. Let me introduce him a little bit. He is 23 years old, is not married but living with a White woman his age, and together have a 6 years old girl. He also has a dog that he loves very much. Italo lives at walking distance of Fox, and that is the main reason why he does not work there. It would be uncomfortable for him to be seen by his neighbors entering or exiting the place. He is a mix of Soteropolitano and Caipira, born in Salvador but raised in Bahia countryside. Italo, as a paradigmatic example of the local fluidity of sexuality, does not identify as gay, straight, or bi. He just loves sex. Right now is saving to get his own house, because is tired of living with his female partner. He wants to move by himself with his dog, and stay single for a while, without a woman or "a gay” (SIC). He does love his girl and plans in keep helping his woman to support her. Italo is not specially attractive physically, just an average sexy Brazilian boy, with a huge and very responsive dick, and very nicely rounded butts. His mouth is very kissable and, as I already shared, his kissing skills are out of the chart even for Brazilian standards. I ended with him because, fortunately, he chose me in my first day and I just followed. I said “fortunately” because should I follow my preferences regarding appearance, I would have probably never ended with him, and would have never had the privilege of being exposed to his wonderful heart and personality. He really looked after me (us) during our beach day. When he arrived, we headed to the beach right across my hotel. He was open to go somewhere else, actually insinuated to go to other beach no far away, but I really wanted to experience the internationally famous Praia do Porto da Barra. As soon as we crossed the street we were headed by a guy offering us to rent a beach umbrella and chairs. Te price sounded good and affordable for my 40Rs, so we said yes and followed the guy, a sexy black man, short and probably in his late 20s or early 30s. He assigned us what looked like a really privileged place, on the first line, the closest place to the water. He settled the umbrella, and offered us drinks. Italo was drinking beer and I asked for water. They brought us a little cooler with ice and extra drinks that we would pay when checking out. I was starting to get concerned about my budget. When we were just settled, our local hero @numazu1 texted that he was joining us. We had been exchanging texts since earlier on. He would soon arrive with his own companion, and join us to spend the afternoon together. While waiting for his arrival, I started to really enjoy the beach and Italo’s caring company. He was alert at every single gesture from me, trying to guess what I was needing. He ended being an outstanding host, taking care not only of me, but also of Numazu1 and his friend, as we all were visitors and he was the only Soteropolitano. Surprisingly, he knew a lot of people in this beach, and later on would even meet his aunt and cousins. One of them was introduced to us, cute looking average Brazilian. One of the guys he knew was selling weed and Italo knew I was not a drinker but a pot head. For 10 Rials we got enough to roll a join, which we would smoke later on. At this point, we were just arrived and I was already broke. I would need to run back to the hotel before leaving to pick up more cash or my card. Fortunately, the hotel was just a few steps away. The praia was full of incredibly attractive human specimens, of all genders. We were continuously bombarded by vendors offering us food, drinks, and all kind of goods. Something that picked my attention was that the guys who were renting us the chairs and umbrellas would come to us regularly with a watering can to refresh and clean the sand of our feet. I did notice that they would do it only to us, which should have been a clue that we were receiving preferential treatment (and probably extra pricing). I had been there before other days, earlier in the morning, by myself. Now, we were taking shifts with Italo, as the first lesson he taught me was to never leave our stuff unwatched. The water is amazing. Rather than the sea, it feels like a peaceful salt water lake, with no waves at all. The sand stripe is not very thick, and the slope is quite high, so you are forced to swimming after a few steps. Swimming is extremely smooth, even smoother than in a swimming pool, as the salty water makes floating easy and there are no waves. I do not think anyone can drawn in these waters, even if you do not know how to swim, the ocean just pushes you up. The sea temperature is refreshing without being cold, the water is clean and transparent, and you are able to see the bottom even when swimming in the deepest areas. So nice, it was my first experience in this kind of water. Soon Numazu1 and his companion arrived. I immediately noticed that, unlike me, he knew what he was doing. They brought sun screen and money. I mentioned earlier on that a Savior walked me out of the troubles I would have suffer out of my lack of preparedness, meaning my empty wallet. He would paid the bill later on, and then walk with us to my hotel to get my part. If you are reading this, thanks a lot again, Numazu1. praia porto da barra quick view.MOV I dared to ask him for the favor when we started ordering food and drinks and was beyond clear that I was out budgeted. My previous beach experiences with family and/or friends back in Argentina were quite different. We would not stay so long (I actually thought we would be in the beach only for a couple of hours, and not almost 7 as we did) and we would bring our own food. The beaches I have been too before were not serviced by such a wide range of beach vendors. Soon after Numazu1 arrived, I rolled a joint that only Italo and myself would enjoy. It was my first weed since I left DC. If you know me, you know that I am a big pot head and was indeed missing it. The local weed, at least this one we got, is radically different to what I am used to smoking in the USA, although does reminds me to my old times in Buenos Aires, even its smell. Not only the smell was different, but this maconha was considerable less powerful than my American pot. I had noticed how caring Italo was, not only towards me, but also to my two friends. He was constantly checking whether or not we needed/wanted anything, and now and then leaving us to come back with something we may want to enjoy. He was specially careful about us not getting too much sun, up to the point that he would over exposed himself as the umbrella’s shade was not enough to protect all of us. It was great to be stone again. As soon as I smoked, I jumped into the water. I swam far from the coast to be away from where most of the people were. When I reached a distance where I felt comfortably lonely, I watched back to check my friends, and noticed that Italo seemed to be looking for me. I noticed he seemed to find me and walk toward the water in my direction. I assumed he was coming to join me, and started to float fully enjoying how easy it was, feeling the cool of the water on my back, and the warm of the sun on my front. In Spanish, we call this kind of relaxed floating “hacer la plancha”, I do not know in English. Smoothly floating, stone in tropical waters, I had another of my nature blending insights. I have had a few before in different environments, and I recall of all them as moments of deep existential merging with the Nature surrounding me. Two of my memories are still strong and clear. The first one comes from my early adolescence, exploring with my cousin (my first love) the wild woods in Corrientes, in the Argentine Northeast. We reached a clear in the woods where we observed a fallen, dead tree. When we approached we noticed that the fallen tree had been taken over by a colony of aunts. They were so many, and the woods were so silent, that we were able to hear the march of millions of insects coming in and out of their base. The second memory comes from 1993, when I was visiting the South of France, hanging out with friends in an abandoned farm near Carcaçonne. My friends left me alone to go buy groceries. The property was limited by a creek that had eroded the soil, running deep in a small canyon. I was exploring by myself the shallow creek of clean fresh water, observing the small fish swimming amongst rolling stones, when I felt the unstoppable need to take a shit. I did not to go back to the house. Instead, I set each of my foots on each sore of the thin creek, squatted, and took a shit right there. I do have a few more of this kind of memories that are not as intense as these two are. All of them share an intense sense of merging with the natural environment, the clear feeling of being part of something much bigger than me, something beautiful and powerful that preceded me and would remain after my moving into the silence of non existence. Please, do not misunderstand and interpret I am talking about any god or supernatural being of any kind. I am not. I was now there, peacefully floating in the sea under the tropical sun and had another of these moments. Merged with Nature, my thoughts started to ramble around the pleasant feelings I was enjoying. I thought of retiring and moving here, of completing my evolution into a cetacean to live and enjoy this magic, at the same time overwhelmingly powerful and peacefully welcoming, ocean. I thought of how our environment shapes who we are, who we want to be, who we are able to be, how our life experiences feed and at the same time limit our imagination and potential. I thought of the Brazilians I was meeting, of their capacity to enjoy life, of being here and now. I thought of myself and my friends from other cultures, trying to define things, to categorize, to understand others from our own limited concepts, trying to fit everyone and everything in our already acquired understandings without questioning and expanding them. I thought of our conversations with Numazu1, who shared the purpose of his writing. I thought of what the purpose of my writing was. I thought of how my recently passed away dad being a devoted and self righteous journalist limited and at the same time enriched me. I thought of how important to me is to be informative and useful, how providing a service to others is at the core not only of my writing but of my whole being. I also thought of how fragile my memory is and how important this logs and other pieces I am producing will be in the future to not lose my life experiences in the dark. I thought of how connecting to the boys I was meeting involved letting aside outdated and out of place categories. I thought of how much they seemed to enjoy not only the sex, but the sharing of themselves with a strange, and how open and eager for learning about us most of them are. All these thoughts were burning in my stone and tropically warmed brain, when I remembered Italo, of course. I thought how lucky I was for meeting him. My shy, introverted, shelled, boring being, often needs the complement of an extroverted, talkative soul to make up for my lacks. I do not know how long I had been floating lost in my stoned rambling thoughts. The last time I saw Italo, he seemed to be heading to join me in the water far away from the beach. However, now I could not see him anywhere. The beach was crowded but it was easy to identify our place, and Numazu1 and his friend were clearly visible there, right in the first line on the beach. I started swimming back to our base. When I reached walkable depth and start walking out of the sea, I see Italo also coming out of the water at the same time. He looked very happy to see me and made a complimenting comment about my swimming skills. I suspect he had been looking after me. I think this sweet boy was concerned about me being stoned in the water, and was watching me from the distance to make sure I was OK. Perhaps is just a needy fantasy, but other than just a coincidence, I do not find any other explanation for the timing of the events. Besides the guys watering our feet, the incredible number of vendors offering all kind of goods, edibles, and drinks, I did love a few more new things to me, quite different to my previous and very culturally limited (Argentina) beaches experiences. praia porto da barra longer view.MOV Next to us, we had a guy renting boards and kayaks, and giving mini lessons to his clients. We saw those mini lessons so many times! With Italo, we were making jokes about being able to teach them without having ever actually used the equipment. the party boat time lapse.MOV the party boat movie.MOV One of my favorite things was a party boat. It was a regular canoe equipped with a sound system and a cooler with beverages. It would sail the beach North to South and then back again and again since very early. The boat was pushed its staff and customers right where the depth of the water was ending to be walkable, playing local musical hits quite loudly. At the beginning of the afternoon, the boat was pushed only by the guys selling the drinks, but customers and beach goers were progressively join the sailing party. By the end of the afternoon, it looked like the attached videos. Bahianos are just the most talented people I know to enjoy life and have fun. Silly me, I did not take a picture of him. One of the vendors was offering caipirinhas, caipiroskas, and other alcoholic mixes. He was very illustrative of the differences between the USA and the local culture. Where many Americans would be proud to hold a belt around their waist with their pistols, he was wearing a belt holding bottles of vodka and cachaça. Towards the end of our beach experience I started to get really concerned about Italo. He had been all the afternoon long making sure the umbrella was in the right position, as the sun was going through his way, to protect his three companions. But he was not getting any shade and although was not complaining, I did notice he was not comfortable. When I asked him, he disregarded my concerns. Went the sun went down the horizon and the sea breeze was making us cold (first time I had that feeling since my arrival), we started to leave. Our check was about 280 R, what we found a little bit expensive, as we were expecting to not pay the price for foreigners. When I told Italo that I found the bill expensive, his response was that it was not, that we rented an umbrella and 4 chairs for more than 6 hours, and ordered many drinks and food (he specifically mentioned two orders of shrimp as something that specially added to the price tag). I did not complain much, 70 bucks is not a lot, and I was paying only half. If we all were paying our part, each check would be less than 20 bucks for each, nothing. The same guys who rented us the beach goodies escorted us up to leaving the sand area and watered our feet to clean out the sand one last time, saying goodbye. One of the boys, who was friend of Italo, came to ask me for a tip, and I gave him 10R, what made him very happy. They had really treated us as queens. We walked up to my hotel, and I ran upstairs to get the money to pay back to our good friend. After that we parted our ways, making plans to attend together one f the street mega parties taking place at night. Before leaving to the beach, I had dropped my keys in the reception, asking them to clean my room, and requesting two towels, as I was having a day beach with a friend and we would want to take a showers afterwards. When I walked in with Italo, no one stopped me or asked me for anything. We entered the room and the two towels I requested were there. I really like the staff at my hotel, men and women are not only friendly and very much into serving you, but most of them are also sexy and attractive. I was planning a photo session with Italo, but he did not bring his ID. Without it, I did not want to do it, but he was willing to. When I asked him what he was planning to do, he told me “sexo” and laugh showing me his big dick with a hard on. However, I was not feeling in the mood at all. The areas of my body where I did not use sun screen where soaring. Besides, any physical attraction I had felt for Italo, was now gone. It happens often to me, after having sex one with someone I do not want to repeat. My sexual attraction was down, but my fondness for Italo was way up. The whole beach experience had been wonderful, and it was possible only because of him and his caring assistance. We hugged and sweet kissed, and talked for a while. This is the moment when I learned most of the stuff about him I shared by the beginning of this post, speaking in a mix of Portuguese, Spanish, English, and Italian (his grandma was Italian). When he started to feel very concerned about his doggy alone at home and without being fed (his “wife” and daughter are visiting family out of Salvador), we decided to part ways. I am aware that the 300 R I paid to him are a generous amount, but I also think he deserves more. We talked about connecting again to go out later on with Numazu1 and his friend, and said goodbye. I went down to the hotel’s sidewalk to have diner. I had almost no eaten in the beach and was very hungry now. While eating, I enjoyed some of the party taking place all along the street, and then went back to my room to rest before going out. However, at 10PM I was deeply slept despite all the loud party noise coming from outside. No one called me, so when I am writing this report I had no idea of what he rest of my beach party is up to. I am still waiting for smoking hot Marcelo to call. I see in my WhatsApp that he has not yet received my last messages, which means he has not be back to the grid yet. I am afraid this trip will not be the source of pictures and video I was hoping for my JustFor.Fans account, but you know what? I do not care. lesson_on_praia_porto_da_barra.MOV

Here you have my report on Club 11 (formerly Planetario).

I apologize @Riobard for not taking advantage of your previous advise. I should go back and reread the whole thread. Many of you have been great friends providing tons of information and I am not taking advantage of it. I am a mess, sorry! But please do know I deeply appreciate the good vibes and all the support. Today was the first day that I feel fully recovered. The medication I bought for my back is working great, just returned from a full day in the beach and will post a report tomorrow. I am resting in the hotel getting ready for late partying. No sauna today.