Latbear4blk

I will miss you, @Lucky. I was planning to invite you for dinner in PS 2019, but it looks like instead I will be going to Mexico that week. Therefore, this is the only space where I would be able to socialize with you for at least a couple of years. It is weird that you would decide to go right where you seem to enjoying it the most. Anyway, you are the master of your decisions. I hope you change your mind.

I guess you meant at the lowest.

America, the country where Trump was elected president and where Cohen and Omarosa may become heroes.

Get ready for the Twitterstorm. He must be feeling cornered.

Sorry, it sounds funny. Where did you get this from? How does a foreign spy look like?

Good to know you are recovered and back to action!

C'mon, do not be a drama queen. Have some sense of humor yourself. Contempt in this case is only in your eyes, IMHO.

I may be slow, I still do not fully understand. The steam room was close, clear difference I can grab. But what do you mean by "everyone is a customer and functions as a hustler bar". What is that? a paradox or an oxymoron? Perhaps you are assuming we know a bunch of stuff many of us don't.

Thank you for this empathetic comment. It is easy to label him as a thief, but it shows no understanding of how poverty shapes a completely different relationship with money, goods, and time. Of course he lost in the long term, but thinking in the long term is a privilege of those of us who moved above survival thinking. He may have needed that money with urgency, we do not know. I was looking in my blog for the story of my friendship with Pablito, but it looks like I have never shared about it there. For a future post. I met Pablito when I was in my 20s and he was in his teens. He was a street hustler and prostitute. He became a regular and would spend long nights and week ends with me for the food, the weed, and a few bucks. One night, maybe after 6 months of hanging out, I woke up and he was gone with some of my belongings and money. Not much, I was pretty poor back then. About one year after that incident, a mutual friend who met him in the street delivered a message to me. Pablito was asking to meet me to apologize and explain himself. I accepted. We met, I forgave him, and he became my longest lasting lover. We went on meeting and fucking for about 30 years, our last time was about three years ago. He is too old for me now. The fact is he was married, with three kids, and we were passionate lovers for free. I would make him gifts now and then because he was living in poverty, but as soon as he got married and started to do slightly better, he stopped accepting my gifts. I wonder what could have happened with your boy if you would have given him a second chance, without trying him with temptations.

Fernando responded a few days ago. I am going to take a few more days before responding. I am cooling down.

That is a damn good question. What is the difference between a sauna and a sex club in this case?

I have not been in a place where Spanish or English aren't the main spoken languages, so I have never used Google translator before. Getting ready for my trip to Salvador, I downloaded the app with the Spanish and Portuguese dictionaries just in case I may be in a situation with no wireless, but I am connected right now. To try it, I typed this text in Portuguese: sou um cara boa pinta presença, másculo de bom nível cultural, que gosta muito de sexo, sou muito safado e gosto de proporcionar prazer a quem estiver comigo de diversas formas, faço tanto ativo como passivo. When I try to translate to Spanish, it is censored. I get random messages like "Me encanta la música" repeated many times. However, when I translate to English, it works perfectly. I checked the app settings, and offensive language is not blocked. As a matter of fact, there was no censorship to translate to English. Why does this happen when I translate to Spanish? Does anyone know?

As marylander would say: get your Brazilian fingers out of my thread!

You can see here all the pictures they sent me last week. The boys in the last picture are the ones who were going to perform an erotic dance show.

Good idea. And we should do the same with other popular destinations, like Eastern Europe, Mexico, and South East Asia. Create subforms under LAMAD.

Now I understand everything. The press and other world leaders are plotting to sabotage MAGA Trump. What an epiphany.

@rodiem25 I have not received any more messages. Last week end was some kind of special event. I was actually surprised when I received all those pictures. When I sent my first message, I lied saying something like "I will be in Medellin in 2 weeks and would like to receive your catalogue". He responded a couple of days later with a recorded voice message, asking me to request the catalogue once there. because the boys change all the time. He probably added my number to a grand mailing list. I think you have more chances of receiving the catalogue if your message says something like: "Llegué ayer a Medellín y me gustaría visitarlos. Puedo ver el catálogo, por favor?" If you do it, report back please.

I meant "I would actively run away". Hell @TotallyOz! I will continue hating you for ever for not allowing endless times for editions! I summon spirits and demons to make you change your mind!

Passive? Hell, no. I will actively right away if I do not lose my sense. I do not want to mess up things in my job, I am in a good professional moment, Besides, he is probably not gay or not interested at all. Just fantasy.

This is my 16th year of high school teaching in the USA, and for the first time I was assigned a classroom with a closet. It is a medium size walking closet with huge wooden shelves, a window, and light but no power socket. I am thrilled at having my classroom clean of cluster by storing my resources in this extra room. And I think it is going to become the stage for many of my masturbatory fantasies. There are other two classrooms in my hallway, all for English Learner students (EL), hosting five teachers. One of the female teachers is new, I like and love all the others, there is only one male, Mr. M. They all are very young, I could be their dad. Mr. M is in his second year as a teacher. He started last year in a program called Urban Teachers, where you are pair up for one year with a mentor veteran, and then given your own classroom. This school year he will be the Math instructor for EL students. Last year I did not really have the chance to talk to him, but I felt attracted since the beginning. He may be 24 or 25 years old, White, tall, thin. I have never seen him with a tight shirt, so I do not know how sharp his body is, but he seems to be at least average. His movements remind me of basketball players, with long arms and legs that always look clumsy in a world designed for shorter people. He is very sweet, and shy, his smooth White skin gets easily red when he rushes, he is passionate about teaching and love the students. He is not the guy I would pick if I am just looking at his picture, but I find him charming face to face. My classroom had been assigned to him this year, after being promised to me by the end of last school year. I am a nice person when I like you, but I want what I want. I used my influence (my high scores are critical for the performance evaluation of the school) to get the situation corrected and to get back what I had been promised. I was afraid this could have affected negatively our relationship, but fortunately I was wrong. Today, he even came into my closet. I am by myself in this huge classroom, and 5 EL teachers have to share two, one small and one classroom similar to mine. While they were working next door, I offered them space in my classroom for one of their desks. I love these young guys, they all got as excited and happy as puppies with a new toy. When I told them that we could also share the closet, and we could hide a coffee maker there (it is illegal to have appliances in he classroom) if we had a power socket, Mr. M jumped out of his chair to solve the issue. He came into my closet and started to look for a socket, no matter how much I insisted that I was confident there was none. He started climbing the shelves. He was wearing very tight jeans, I could not see his bulge but I did enjoy his butts. He climbed up and down like three times, with me in perfect position to kiss his ass standing up. I was hoping he would need my physical support to keep his balance, and I offer him to grab his legs, but he said he was a climber and it was easy for him. I do not know whether or not he knows I am gay. I am quite open about it, you cannot not know it if we work closely, but he is a new addition to the team and I am not sure if my fatness is vox populi. I am always surprised at how often people think I am straight. I think he awakes my maternal instincts. I imagine him crying, coming to my arms looking for comfort and safety, taking me to the closet and kissing me with desperation. I think I am horny.

I hope to meet you some day.

That is smart thinking. Please, educate me. Their "productive time" is, I am guessing, sauna time. Which I understand is between 5 PM and 9PM, right? I am not confident about anything I am saying, remember my first sex trip to Brazil will be in December. If I am thinking right. any time before 5PM and after 9PM would be GP happy hour, when you can have the boys for multiple hours paying them not much more than a couple of sauna fucks. If I am still correct, that means that the best thing to do is to sample their talents in the sauna, and then choose the best ones to spend the night or to make a morning or noon appointment the next day. Is that the right strategy?

Sorry!

Soon we will have a report by @Tomcal.