Bangkok Trip Report: To Butterfly or not to Butterfly Part 2 – The Devil and the Angel

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[captainmick]

Well Perhaps Numazu switched his allegiance to Mexico? Hope Burboy is OK - he seemed really special. Will miss Mumazu’s postings - he wrote so well.

[fjeffmy]

Well Perhaps Numazu switched his allegiance to Mexico? Hope Burboy is OK - he seemed really special. Will miss Mumazu’s postings - he wrote so well.

 

Well Perhaps Numazu switched his allegiance to Mexico? Hope Burboy is OK - he seemed really special. Will miss Mumazu’s postings - he wrote so well.

Numazu .Missed you and your very interesting and informative reports. Wherever you are Happy New year 2018 

[reader]

I think we all miss Namazu's engaging writing. He gave us great serial adventures with the gift to know what to include and what to omit. I really enjoyed his choice of partners and his willingness to be vulnerable. Some may be able to have intense relationships without some rending of the heart but he wasn't among them.  But he also managed to keep things in perspective, not losing sight that our infatuations are almost always temporary and in the end each goes his separate way. Yes, our adventures are about money but the course the relationship runs from start to finish is rarely a straight line.

 

Although decades younger than the average reader here, he opened us to the possibilities of getting to know these guys on an intimate level. And who knows? Perhaps he's still visiting Burboy and Monboy--and maybe some Mexicans.

 

We don't have to know everything and that's why Namazu's legacy lives on.

[paulsf]

Reader when you say that we All miss Numazus writing is almost true. Unfortunately there are one or two that have to be nasty trolls, that sometimes makes it difficult to share his stories. He is doing very well. He has a very busy career and personal life.

It’s been a crazy busy end of year. Hoping the New Year will bring some new adventures and maybe some postings.

[reader]

You're correct, paulsf.  Just looked back on some of the comments of those trolls and I can appreciate how they gave Namazu second thoughts about additional postings. 

 

Namazu took the time to respond to comments (including those of the trolls) and was generous with his advice to members who sent him PM's.  I'll be taking advantage of one of those tips about places to stay in Silom on next trip.

 

Glad to hear things are going well for him.  Hope he knows that the overwhelming majority of us appreciate his contributions.

[Guest]

That's the price of allowing the trolls in. Some of the best contributers decide not to contribute, or so it appears.

[Guest]

Rather all encompassing statement that I don't agree with. Certainly not the first one you have made.

 

First of if there is not some back and forth there is no reason to have a board. Everybody has their own opinion and as long as they present their opinion in a polite way then they are entitled to that opinion.

 

I have banned a number of members as well as suspended some .  But if you start suspending someone because you don't agree with them or they make an off handed comment, then you end up with no members and a very boring board.

 

IF YOU HAVE A THIN SKIN THEN PROBABLY YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS POSTING ON BOARDS SUCH AS THIS!

 

The overwhelming responses that Numazu received  were positive and appreciative of his detailed posts . Certainly I feel his contributions were extremely valuable.

 

I cannot monitor every post but certainly anyone can send me a pm and I always reply.  You may not like the answer but someone has to be the final arbiter.

 

If someone wants to start a new topic naming the Trolls and why they are considered such then be my guest . But be warned there is almost no one here including myself who has not made a snide comment.

 

If everyone got to vote on who they would like removed , most likely the Board would like cease to exist

[vinapu]

He is doing very well. He has a very busy career and personal life.

It’s been a crazy busy end of year.

Perhaps that the very prosaic reason Numazu can't find time and energy to post here and our comments about him being missed should give him some power boost.

[Bobby1974]

Day 1.7: Soul, Korean

 

When finding guys to off (or even guys to date), I usually prefer picking the gay guys over the straight ones. I am at least guaranteed someone who enjoys having sex with a guy (if not with me), and can expect some semblance of genuine enjoyment in the act. I don’t have fantasies about purely straight boys having sex with me. My feeling is that I get off knowing that the person I’m having sex with at least can enjoy some aspects of that they are doing. I am of course under no illusion that they will enjoy having sex with me, only the assurance that they potentially can enjoy the encounter.

 

So when I first laid eyes on the Korean 4 weeks ago over Songkran, I immediately thought that this is a straight boy that won’t enjoy the sex with a man. He was gorgeous, and hot, and just so yummy, so any off situation with him would have to be mechanical and impersonal on his part. I play the expectations game every time there is buildup like this, with 4 weeks to think about it how things are going to pan out. Sometimes it helps, sometimes I psyche myself out.

 

So we leave samebb, my Ultimate Wingman™ for the night, and his muse for the night, the Lion, to their meal at Balcony, as the Korean and I make our way through Soi 4. It was 10:15 PM, and it was Soi Twilight’s and Soi 4’s version of rush hour. People are just making up their minds right about now on what kind of entertainment they sought for the night. We weave through the traffic, and the Korean was getting some looks from the men on the Soi. He was tall for a Thai at 6 feet, handsome and statuesque, as masculine as you can expect, wearing the tightest black shirt that complements his muscular physique, and owning the Soi.

 

He was the ultimate eye-candy for sure. He puts a hand on my shoulder as he follows me onto Silom. And for the first time in a long while I thought about what we looked like to other people while walking the street together. When I see an older farang with a younger attractive boy, I think more than likely that it was a union made possible by the mighty baht. Now I am thinking people are probably thinking the same about me. There was no shame attached to this of course, just my brain making sense of the situation. This is hardly an issue in Thailand, so I really shouldn’t worry about it.

 

As we walk I try to make conversation, with limited success. His English was not that good, and coupled with the busy and noisy streets, it was hard to maintain a conversation. I was able to ask him if he wanted to eat. He said no, and then lifted up his shirt to reveal his abs, and pulling on what he perceived to be loose skin formed on top of his upper abs. “Pum-pui (ปุ้มปุ้ย),” he says in Thai. I laugh out loud. “No pum-pui! Sexy boy na!” I protest. He laughs. I smile widely, half reacting to his reaction, and half thanking the gods that he lifted up his shirt.

 

We get to Crowne Plaza and I greeted again, by name, by half the staff. How many boys have these hotel employees seen me, with boy after boy after boy. We get through the two sets of elevators and get to my suite. The Korean settles in and asks “Shower?” I tell him no not yet. I wanted to sit down with me on the couch. He does what I say and sits with me. I tell him I wanted to talk to him for a little bit. He smiles and nods.

 

I ask him the usual questions. When did he start at Jupiter? “Songkran.” What did he do before this? He worked at shops but wasn’t earning enough money. Do you enjoy being a money boy? Sometimes, but he would rather not do it. Are you straight or gay. “I like both.” Really, I thought your only liked girls? “Can both.” Are you a top or bottom? “Only top. I fuck you.” Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? “No have. Before have. Now no.”

 

I ask him to take off his shirt. He does it in one flourish, and I got convinced, for the second time tonight, that offing him by himself was the better decision to make. He had a nice lean chest, pecs perky but not too big. His arms were muscular, made by hard work and not by the gym. And his abs were nothing like the fat he said earlier. He again takes pinches one ab to isolate loose skin. “Pum-pui!” he says, as if saying it again would convince me once and for all that he was fat. I put my hands over the abs, tentatively. I didn’t want to startle him. He takes my hand and guides it over his abs to give himself a rub. He wasn’t shy. I was just intimidated by perfection.

 

I move closer to explore him more. I was using two hands now to touch his torso. As I lean in for a closer reach, his face gets close to mine. He kisses my lips. I didn’t kiss back at first. I was surprised. He pulls back. I lean forward to find his lips again. We kiss, properly this time. That was nice. I guess the “straight” boy kisses. This was going to be good. I talk to him some more, as he gets more comfortable with me. He tells me about his t-shirt shop in Ladprao. His hours, the kinds of shirts he sells, the kind of customers he deals with, and the money he gets. He says it is not cheap to buy inventory to sell, so he uses Jupiter as a source for seed money. He hopes that one day his profits can turn into something more. A bigger business perhaps.

 

Now learning about this just gave me probably the biggest hardon I had all night. I found a money boy that had a keen business sense, a sense of what he needed to do in life to get ahead, and an eye towards the future. There were no tales of parents he had to support, or houses he needed to build. Just him trying to build a future. Jupiter was just part of it. He looked so animated telling me this as well. He uses his arms to emphasize his passion about his life. I was so ready.

 

At this point I think, do I really have to have sex with this guy? I can just talk to him. I look at him, and his torso, and the possibility of what was under his jeans. I snap out of my craziness and tell him “Shower now?” He nods, and then takes off his jeans and neatly folds them on the office desk. He parades in the room in his briefs, looking as fine as ever. He was looking for water. I escort him to the bathroom, where Crowne Plaza usually stores their water bottles. He thanks me for the water and takes a drink. He takes off his briefs to reveal a semi-hard and long cock, and perfect ass. He steps into the shower.

 

I wait for him in the living room. He emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. I shower too, and clean my ass more thoroughly than usual. I was not a bottom, but since The Korean was a top, I at least wanted to be prepared in case something happened in that department. I emerged in a towel as well, and I find him in bed, under the covers. I join him under the covers. He was naked thank goodness. Sometimes I find boys still wearing towels in bed. He was considerate enough to take it off for me.

 

I lay beside him and we start kissing. It was so hot just being so close to this boy. I lick his neck and then his chest and nipples. I savor his abs with my tongue. I dive down further, and see his semi-erect long cock. A few more flicks of my tongue and it was hard. The Jupiter captain was right. His cock was a long one. I try my best to put it in my mouth. I can still smell some residual perfume on his body. While I blow him I look up and see him, his eyes closed, probably dreaming of something else. I go back up to him and kiss him.

 

After a while of just doing this, he guides my body to the bed and lays me down. It was his turn to work. He starts by kissing, and giving my neck and chest little kisses. He sucks my nipples, and after a few encouraging groans coming out of me, he gives my nipples stronger bites. I was going wild. He goes to my crotch and sucks me for a little bit. I didn’t think he would do it, but there he was. I feel that it was almost a crime to let someone this beautiful suck my cock. But it was nice.

 

We do this back and forth for a while and he asks if I wanted to be fucked. I look at his long cock and tell him “Big na. Cannot,” smiling as a turn down what I would assume would be a good fuck from him. He understands, so he lies down beside me. He puts an arm under my neck and we kiss while we chuck wow. His moans were giving me the encouragement I needed. He tells me he is close, so I put my head to his cock and catch the fruits of his labor.

 

It was my turn, so I try to do my thing. Korean was very encouraging and gave me little kisses and bites and moans. He takes over and chuck wows me while kissing me. It didn’t take me long after that. We kiss for a little bit while cum was still on my tummy and chest. After some more talking we clean up together.

 

In the shower we talk about more things. He said that after the Songkran season with many customers, he returned to Chiang Mai to visit, and went back to Bangkok after that. He said tonight was his first night back in a long while, and he won’t be back to Jupiter tomorrow night. He said he’d be back a few times this week, but he wasn’t sure. He’s still trying to save enough money to continue getting inventory.

 

We step out of the shower and put on clothes. Korean said that he was going to go back to Jupiter to get his things, and maybe to score some drink tips, before he had to leave. I told that since I had to pick up MonBoy, I will be going with him to Jupiter. I Line MonBoy to tell him that we were heading back to Jupiter. I didn’t expect a reply back because he might be in a show number. Before leaving the room, I give Korean a big hug and thanked him for the good time. He kissed me lightly on the cheek. I give him 2200 baht for his short time work. It was worth every baht.

 

As we make our way back to Soi 4, Korean kept talking to me, and we were having a much more pleasant conversation now than earlier when we were walking to the hotel. He was explaining to me the different regions of Thailand, as well as regional accents and words that are unique to each region. He gives me some examples of a word that was different in Bangkok, Isaan and Chiang Mai. He also tried to tell me how the different accents sounded like. It was a good lesson in the regionality of Thailand. It was quite an unexpected subject matter from a money boy.

 

But then again, a lot about Korean was unexpected. I had an idea of what he was like going into this off: masculine, standoffish, and possibly a dud in bed. I am always glad to be proven wrong. And the way he talked about his dreams, his jobs, and his country were all bonuses for me, and probably worth more than the satisfying sex we had. I like it when offs turn out this way. I paid for the body of the Korean, but the soul of the Korean is probably what will stay in my mind, long after other the memories of this night fade away in my head.

 

The night is not nearly done though. Much much more Jupiter hijinks, next.

Enjoying this report.

Mon boy was give you a sniff kiss Hom in thai and is a display of affection Thais etc will often use.

[Creditisdue]

Numazu, it is safe to post again. Steve the troll has been banned!

[paulsf]

He is alive and well, but work and homelife are keeping him from Thailand for awhile. He does read through the forum when time permits.

[numazu]

CROSS POSTED at: https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/28759-a-newbies-first-time-in-brazil/

 

Note: This is not about Thailand, I know. But people have been wondering what I've been doing these past few months, so here it is:

 

Brazil Post Part 1: Marking My Territory

 

As a newbie, I wanted to share my experience in visiting Brazil for the first time, specifically my first paid encounter in Brazil. It is fairly wordy and heavy on details, so this post is not for everyone.  But I do hope this post is useful for anyone wanting to visit Brazil for the first time.  Just a background, I’ve been a regular contributor to the GayThailand.com, having been a regular visitor to Bangkok up until recently. This was the post of my last trip in September:

 

http://www.gaythailand.com/forums/topic/11100-bangkok-trip-report-to-butterfly-or-not-to-butterfly-part-2-–-the-devil-and-the-angel/

 

Brazil has always been a dream vacation location of mine. Apart from the obvious draws of the country (great beaches, delicious food, and exotic places), the fact that I’ve always thought Brasileiros are the most beautiful men on earth has always been in my head. They seem to be this Master Race of people (in that they are a delicious mix of the best of two or three or even four races) who are both beautiful inside and out. My main stumbling block in not taking the plunge all these years is the prevailing opinion that Brazil is a very dangerous to visit by yourself. Bangkok, and Thailand in general, has always been relatively safe, and the language barrier, which can be an issue, is not as intimidating of a prospect as I think Portuguese is with Brazil.

 

But I have been easing into visiting Central and South America these past few years. I popped my South America cherry for the first time last year, with an exploratory trip to Medellin, Colombia in August. This deserves a post in and of itself, but sufficed to say after 4 trips to Colombia in the past 6 months, I feel that I am totally comfortable with the country and boys. I had the incredible fortune of getting to know the owner of a Chaturbate studio in one of the bigger Colombian cities, and from there the availability of cam boys as my companions just took off from there.

 

So after all this Colombia experience, I am thinking that it has prepared me for my first trip to Brazil. Also, I have been casually dating a Portuguese/Brazilian guy for the past 7 months, and when he told me that he was visiting his Brazilian mother over Christmas and New Year, and he asked me if I wanted to go with him, I thought that this would be a great way for me to finally break my Brazilian virginity, through the BF. The only problem with this plan was manufacturing some alone time in the country, without the BF. So I tried to book this alone time at the beginning and at the end of our trip, so I can enjoy the sauna scene, theoretically, in Sao Paulo (early December) and Rio (Early January).  Things, however, don’t turn out as planned, as my vacation became:

 

Sao Paulo (3 nights alone) – spent some time on Grindr and immediately found 2 guys (2 handsome twenty-something Paulistas, one hairdresser who spoke little English, the other an English teacher who was a little bit too hipster for comfort), so could not carve out any time for the saunas, sadly.

 

Rio (first 4 nights) – flew to the city and met the BF and we pretty much just hung out together, watching Cariocas make fun of his European Portuguese accent, no sauna time for me sadly

 

Natal (3 nights) – nice beachfront hotels, accents way more nasal, are there even saunas here? Grindr yielded a healthy mix of free boys and paid ones

 

Salvador (3 nights) – met some of BF’s friends; Grindr was bursting with locals just wanting to get laid, probably won’t need a sauna with all the hot black Brazilian cock just available for free

 

Back to Rio (2 nights with BF, 1 night alone) – Back here to catch my flight back to the USA. It was super cloudy so beach was not an option for most of the two days with the BF.  On third day, BF took an Uber to GIG to catch a flight to Florianopolis to visit his family. When he left the AirBNB, I text him on his way to GIG, just to make sure he made it (and to make sure the coast was clear). I then whip up Grindr to check on the current lay of the land so to speak.

 

We chose an AirBNB in Ipanema according to this post:

 

https://www.boytoy.com/forums/topic/28263-rio-and-sao-paulo-common-hotel-guest-policy/?do=findComment&comment=176437

 

We did notice that Ipanema was super-duper gay, just by walking around. And Grindr was predictably dense with so many gays as well. Very hot guys. So there was less chance for me to score something really nice since the competition was fierce. Sure enough, I didn’t get as many bites in Rio as I did in Natal and Salvador Grindr. Maybe because there are more Asians here in Rio, so I was less of a novelty. Which was fine. I did not want to get anyone online anyway, because today was the day I was going to go to Club 117. Before the trip, I asked floridarob and planetime, two Boytoy members I have met in Bangkok, what sauna I should try, and they both recommended Club 117 as a good starter sauna.

 

It was 2 PM at this point so it was too early to go to the saunas (I think). I got into some conversations with some guys on Grindr, and was even got close to meeting a handsome Carioca who lived in Sao Paulo (accountant), who was visiting family for the holidays. We exchanged WhatsApp contacts and added each other on Instragram, and continued our conversation from there. Made a mental note to meet him in Sao Paulo on a future trip in April.  I did some laundry and pre-packed for tomorrow’s 11:30 AM flight back to the USA via Panama on Copa Air. Set the alarm for 4:30 PM and took a nap.

 

Woke up, put some bottled water in a mug and microwaved it to make some 3-in-1 brazilian coffee to wake me up. While drinking my coffee, I checked BoyToy’s Latin section intensely; making mental notes on where the saunas was, how to get there, how much money to bring, how to approach and negotiate with boys etc. The combination of caffeine and adrenaline suddenly rushed to my head when I realized that, this was it, I was finally going to a Brazilian sauna to get a guy. I got nervous all of a sudden. I read the Boytoy posts again and again. I was psyching myself out. I finally snap out of it and turn on the shower and wait for the hot water to kick in. Over analyzed things again in the shower.

 

At 5:30 PM I was finally able to put on shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of Havaianas I bought at JK Igautemi shopping mall in Sao Paulo. I fired up Uber on my phone to get my ride to Club 117.  I’ve used Uber since the first day I arrived in Brazil, going from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Sao Paulo, and it was also my first taste of the lack of English usage in Brazil from my Uber driver. The Uber driver was a woman named Daniela, and she was eager to talk to me for the whole ride, language barrier notwithstanding. My Portuguese was as good as her English, which is to say not very good. 

 

Preparing for this trip included me being overly paranoid about the language barrier, so 4 weeks before the trip start, I paid $450 for 10 skype Portuguese lessons with Streetsmart Brazil, a San Francisco based company that offered personalized lessons online.  It was for me to get the travel language basics for the trip, but also to be able to communicate with my BF’s Brazilian friends, so as not to rely on him as the translator the whole time. 10 hours was not enough, of course, but surprisingly Daniela, the Uber driver, and I were able to carry a very rough conversation with only individual words, and no sentence construction, and with lots of hand gestures. I knew right then that I was going to be alright, coz the interaction between Daniela and I was hella funny.

 

In the Uber app, I see that my Uber was about 4 minutes from my condo building so I panic a little bit. I take my wallet and look inside. I take out all the credit and ATM cards except for my driver’s license and one ATM. I also take 500 reals with me. The prevailing opinion on this board is to only take what you need, but I was not really sure how much dick and ass I’m going to get tonight (and I have a vague idea of how much a room in the sauna is), so I thought of taking the ATM for emergencies. I leave the condo, lock the door, race out to the hallway, take the stairs, wave goodbye to the doorman (Boa Tarde!) and see that my Uber is waiting for me in front of the building.

 

I get in the back of this Chevrolet Cobalt. The usual greetings were made. The driver asked me if I was the person who hailed him, saying my name. I say an assertive “Sim!”, and then he repeats the address of Club 117 that was on his phone. I again say “Sim, sim!” and we were off.  After 2 minutes the driver looks at me through the rear view mirror and then turns on some trendy reggaeton music on the radio.  I guess he thought I wouldn’t mind the music. He then asks me the usual stock questions, in Portuguese, asking where I was from, what was I doing here, and what my impression of Rio was. I got used to this line of questioning throughout the trip, so I recognized the PT words and answered appropriately, in PT, to the best of my ability. When I told him I was from United States, I got the usual reaction of shock or disbelief.  The word “Chines” always is uttered, presumably because I look somewhat Chinese, even if my heritage is not Chinese.

 

There was always a ton traffic on this way to the airport (or to the sauna), so I exclaimed my disgust to the driver with a hearty “Transito!” to at least show commiseration with the driver. He was impressed that I was able to say this word so he started talking to me in rapid fire Portuguese. He caught himself mid-sentence and repeated his sentence again, this time in slower, bite-sized words. And with some hand gestures and saying the words for “five” and “two,” I was able to infer that he was telling me that the traffic in this part of Rio was due to the number of lanes in the highway going from 5 to 2, and therefore the congestion is pretty bad. I made a remark on the rainy weather as well (muito chovendo) also contributing to the traffic, in my horrible attempt to have a conversation with the driver.

 

The traffic eased up and we were well on our way. After 30 minutes in the Uber I grew concerned.  This was kind of out of the way from Ipanema. Where is he taking me? Is it safe there? Am I going to get kidnapped? These thoughts were in my head. But the driver kept to the prescribed route with Uber, so I guess it was going to be OK. Pretty soon we made a right to a smaller street where the sauna was. The drive points to the sauna façade and said that we were here. I thanked him for the ride and got out. My ride was R$29.79, or about $9:

 

 

I took a deep breath, looked both ways, and crossed the street to get in the sauna.

 

Next, my sauna experience…

[captainmick]

Numazu - WELCOME BACK - I am sure I have not been the only one to miss you here. Your writing style is so gripping it is like being there with you. Can’t wait for the next instalment of your Brazilian adventure. Would also love to learn about your Colombian exploits. Both countries I would like to visit, along with Mexico where I have a couple of handsome friends that I have met in Europe.

[vinapu]

welcome back with big Brazilian bang !

[biguyby]

Numazu in the Shizuoka Prefecture of Japan is such a beautiful place with fantastic views of Mount Fuji. I would love to read your reports from Japan.

[spoon]

As always, very engaging and with suspense too welcome back numazu!

[Aux1010]

NUMAZU! I was so excited to see a new post from you!

 

Not to mention the fact that you're reporting on South / Central America, which is very high on my to-visit list! But the fact that you mention Chaturbate studios (possibly in Medellin?) drives me crazy with anticipation lol!!

 

Sorry we didn't get a chance to catch-up for a beer when we were both suppose to be in Bangkok last August, I also unfortunately didn't get around to catching up with Burboy then either.

BUT I'm literally looking at 12 hours now until I board my next flight to Bangkok (spending time in Pattaya and Phnom Penh too), and will definitely try and catch-up with Burboy for a drink this visit!

 

Please keep posting!!

[numazu]

Numazu - WELCOME BACK - I am sure I have not been the only one to miss you here. Your writing style is so gripping it is like being there with you. Can’t wait for the next instalment of your Brazilian adventure. Would also love to learn about your Colombian exploits. Both countries I would like to visit, along with Mexico where I have a couple of handsome friends that I have met in Europe.

 

Thanks captainmick. I was not sure I would write about Brazil (or Colombia, or Mexico) here since it is, after all, about GayThailand. I decided to post about Brazil because it was only about a day of my stay there.  But typical me and my writing style, it still will take me about 4 or 5 posts to describe what happened in a time span of only a few hours. Sufficed to say that I have been enjoying my South America time, too much actually.

 

welcome back with big Brazilian bang !

 

Thanks vinapu!  I certainly took advantage of my time there.  I will be back there in a couple of months.

 

Numazu in the Shizuoka Prefecture of Japan is such a beautiful place with fantastic views of Mount Fuji. I would love to read your reports from Japan.

 

Hehe. My Japan exploits are not as steamy as my BKK or South America ones.  But if I go back I will definitely try to go to those bars with the host boys and report back.

 

As always, very engaging and with suspense too welcome back numazu!

 

Thanks spoon. It's the only way I know how to write.

 

NUMAZU! I was so excited to see a new post from you!

 

Not to mention the fact that you're reporting on South / Central America, which is very high on my to-visit list! But the fact that you mention Chaturbate studios (possibly in Medellin?) drives me crazy with anticipation lol!!

 

Sorry we didn't get a chance to catch-up for a beer when we were both suppose to be in Bangkok last August, I also unfortunately didn't get around to catching up with Burboy then either.

BUT I'm literally looking at 12 hours now until I board my next flight to Bangkok (spending time in Pattaya and Phnom Penh too), and will definitely try and catch-up with Burboy for a drink this visit!

 

Please keep posting!!

 

Wow really? Are you kidding? I will be in BKK in a few days as well!  Please PM me!

 

And I will keep posting I promise.  Maybe even a new BKK trip report if this one coming up is fruitful.

[Manly69]

Welcome back Numazu..  Am very pleased to be reading your well written reports again.

[vinapu]

 

Please PM me!

 

Maybe even a new BKK trip report if this one coming up is fruitful.

this sounds very promising

[numazu]

Part 2 of 4: Feeling My Way Around

 

I want to start with this caveat: I am not a sauna/bathhouse person.  I am not a massage parlor person. I like having private sex, in a house or hotel, preferably on a bed, mine or his. When in Bangkok I rarely go to the "Mega Bathhouse" Babylon, and also rarely do I go get those happy ending massages, unless brought or forced by a friend.  And I am not alone.  This post by Eriksmythee1 in the thread "Sao Paulo Advice sums up more or less my issues with it:

 

I read a ton of the forums on safety in Brazil and the saunas. I am a private person and do not like the sauna idea because of the public-ness of everything. I prefer to spend time alone with discretion. Even though its silly I also don't like to think about the person I'm with in the context of other guys at the time we hang out. I feel like if I went to a spa I would be immediately out of my comfort zone...

 

That is why the Thailand boy bar model appeals to me.  You can be sitting inconspicuously among the audience of a boy show bar, look at the display of boys onstage, tell the waiters which boy you wanted, the boy can then sit with you and you can do your due diligence to see if you are a match, and BOOM, a few hundred baht later, you are the temporary boss of a hot young virile thing to take home and have consensual monkey sex with.  BUT, nothing ventured, nothing gained, and the promise of going to a place that had super hot Brasilerios for a small fee was enticing enough to venture out of my comfort, so off to the sauna for me:

 

 

As I cross the street, I notice, to the left of me, two guys (presumably clients) making their way to the sauna as well. They open the door and I slip in behind them. They get to the end of this short hallway and, after waiting for a few seconds, get buzzed in to the inner door. We all go in and get greeted by the employees behind the counter.  The two guys get checked in first and they get their keys. When it was my turn, one of the staff asks me if I preferred English or Portuguese. I say English. I was asked what my name was, so I give them an alias. They put my “nome de puta” on the computer and I was given a key with a number on it, presumably a locker key.

 

I was not sure what to do next. I was so nervous that at this point I forgot everything that I read in the forums. I looked around and saw a staircase leading to an upper floor, and another to a lower floor. So far, the sauna’s configuration reminded me of my grandmother’s house in the East Coast USA, EXCEPT this house had really hot guys in towels to my right. Some of them noticed that I was there staring and with drool forming in the sides of my mouth.  Two smiled in my general direction, others just stared at me, probably trying to surmise what I was about. They were of varying shapes, sizes and ages. Mostly young, mostly muscular, mostly handsome. I immediately tried to play it aloof and non-chalant. I go towards the guys and just try to coolly walk past them, at a pace fast enough to appear casual, but slow enough to be able to assess if anyone of them clicked with me or not.

 

Walking down the hallway made me realize that there were some customers interspersed among the working men there. I guess one way to observe the trade is to be side-by-side with the boys. Upon walking at the end of the hallway, I see a door to a large room that had a bar and some chairs and a stage. Some boys and customers were socializing and drinking and having fun.  That looked nice, but I wasn’t ready to go in just yet. I instead go back the other way and go up the stairs to the upper floor. No one was there, save for one lonely woman janitor looking at me with a blank stare. Why wasn’t anyone here? I just see rooms with their doors closed. I guess this was where some of the private rooms were.

 

I go back down and then down further to the lower level. I see more boys just walking, standing, talking. Some were trying to entice customers, others just sitting there resting, a number of them staring at the well, presumably wondering about their existence in life. And then I notice the locker rooms. I see my locker but I don’t change into a towel yet. I still wanted to look around and explore. There was a series of showers to my right, and the lockers to my left. Lots of models just looking around and trying to entice customers. A lot of them were really hot, and most of them were sporting fairly big packages and huge asses.  And then I remember one of the great advices in the boytoy.com website: don’t fall in love with the first model you talk to.

 

This was particularly useful for the first guy that talked to me. He was standing to my right, leaning against the wall, when he extended an arm to stop me as I was about to walk past him.  I stop to look at his handsome face, which was really striking.  Classic Italian looks, with just a perfect splash of genes from other races that made his face and skin tone very distinctive and alluring.  He was only wearing a towel, and he was this big mountain of a man.  He had giant pecs and abs that are just perfect. He grunts out a question to me but I barely make it out with the showers running closeby. He leans in to whisper it in my ear. What is your name is what he asked. I told him my Nome de Puta and he tells me his. He immediately asks what I wanted, so I tell him “Sexo”, like an idiot (duh, of course). He laughs and then asks what I wanted to do in sex.  Almost on cue he strokes his flaccid, but already huge cock, through his towel. He then touches my butt and strokes it. It was clear he was a top. I then ask, pointing to him, “Ativo?” “Yes,” he answers in English. “Nao passivo?” He nods, “Nao passivo!” almost indignantly.

 

I then point to myself “Tambem. Nao passivo!” smiling. He smiles as well, and then draws me closer. He lightly licks my ear (very forward already) and then looks at me and then tries to haggle: “Nao passivo. Muito beijando (pointing to his lips and mine). Contato” and other words I don’t recognize. He tries to act it out with his giant muscular arms. I guess he was trying to say that no anal is required to have fun with him. While he was this towering muscular handsome guy with what I can see (and feel) is an enormous cock, I had to pass. He was not a bottom, so it won’t work out. I didn’t want my first paid Brazilian experience to be a vanilla sex thing. Also I had to apply the rule of not hiring the first guy I talk to.  So I put a hand to his face and squeeze it, and say my thanks and walk on by.

 

I decide to really dive into this now so I go to my locker to get out of my clothes and just be in a towel. The locker did not have a towel but an employee quickly handed me one from the back. I undress, and then briefly say goodbye to my cellphone as I put it relunctantly in the locker, and lock the locker door. I turn around and get accosted by a second guy. He was my height (about 5’7-5'9), very pretty face, and looked fairly young. He had a muscular, but not too muscular frame.  His penis made a clear outline in the front, and it looked like he had a big butt. He had fairly white skin: if we were in the USA, I would think he would just pass for any other white-italian kid.

 

He speaks to me in near-perfect English. He asks the usual questions and then proceeds to do the hard sell. He asks me what I wanted and I told him I was looking to top a guy. He said he was the best bottom in the building. I laughed and then told him I didn’t believe him. He was indignant, telling me to ask any of the customers here. That particularly wasn’t a selling point for me (and I won’t be going around asking the customers how his ass was), so I asked him what else he did. He said he kisses really well, and proceeds to give me a very deep wet one. Wow, that was impressive. He looks into my eyes and then kisses my nose. He kept insisting and asking and pulling my arm to get me to take him.  It was turning into a less sexy interaction, and to one that was more desperate. I pull away and tell him that I will see him for round 2. He asks me why he was not good enough for round 1. I just smile, thanked him for his time and attention, and started walking away.

 

This was kind of fun. I think I am getting the hang of it. My nerves were gone. I could do this now with a clear head, and ready to look for the perfect Brazilian guy for me. This approach to getting guys is so much more in-your-face than the way it is done in Thailand. Out there, the boys are usually on a stage, separate from the customers, sometimes out of reach, and you call on the boy you want to sit with you for further inspection.  In here, the men and customers mingle with each other for a relatively more personal interaction. There are pros and cons for each way. I imagine if I was more shy I’d prefer to be in the background just picking my boys and avoiding their gaze, instead of having sex served directly to my face, but there is something about Brazil, both in the confines of the four walls of a sauna in particular, and the being out there in the kinetic city with the locals in general, that takes you out of your comfort zone. Which to me is the whole point in exploring this country anyway.

 

I go back upstairs and do a victory lap around the premises. Lots of guys to choose from, but I didn’t try to talk to one just yet. I went back downstairs and immediately see this olive-skinned tall hunky, bleached blonde guy in a speedo, not a towel. That look was definitely distinctive. He caught me staring and smiled, and started walking towards me. He sticks out a hand and shakes my hand. He kept drawing me close till I was close enough to get a whiff of the scent off of his body. It was pleasant, and sexy and it worked for me. We exchange names and then he asks me where I was from. I tell him and I ask him the same question. He points to the ground “Rio. Carioca,” saying he was a native to the city.  I say “Carioca” back at him, saying the word for the very first time in my life, which made me smile widely. He warmly smiles back, nodding “Sim!”

 

He was obviously young (I ask him and he said he is 22), and his body was very muscular, but looked naturally built and ripped. He wasn’t anything like some of the steroided guys I saw upstairs. His English was not so good, but he knew enough phrases to ask me the right kind of questions. He said he was versatile, he said he kissed very well (and proved it with a quick but deep kiss), and he said he was very friendly and easy-going. He whipped out his phone to get to google translate. He showed me what he wanted to say: if I wanted to take him to a room for some fun.

 

I looked at him up and down. For me he stood out from all the other guys here. He was this delicious multi-racial guy with olive skin, a prominent Italian nose, and bleached blond hair that made his look unique. To me his looks out- Brazilian-ed every other Brazilian out there in the sauna. His thighs were huge and inviting. His ass and bulge were both large (the great set of genetics present in the building was very impressive), and his abs and pecs were on point and not too over-developed and over worked-out. But more than that, he had this effortless masculinity that could not be faked. I was sold. I wanted to get to know him more.

 

But I had to ask the most important question ever : “Quanto?” How much for his services? He tries to answer in English. I did not understand as his accent was bad. I say “Quanto?” again, this time he tells me his price in Portuguese.  He wanted 150 R, about $50.  From the board,  I vaguely recall that this was in the middle to high range of what was average pay for the guys were. I was in no mood to haggle. He had what I wanted and I wanted to have it. “Sim!” I say with a smile. He smiles back and immediately takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.

 

What happened? That’s next…

[biguyby]

Interesting report I look forward to the next instalment. Thank you.

 

Most reports I have read from Brazil mention muscled Latin types are there many black/Afro guys working the Sauna? I really love sexy slim black guys. I am also a big fan of the virtual anonymity of Sauna Sex.

[reader]

For years I've fantasized about going to a sauna in Rio. You're bringing it into focus at just the right pace, allowing time between episodes for the experience to take shape and lust to flourish. 

 

The footfalls you hear behind you on the steps are mine.

[spoon]

Ive been to rio, infact the whole south america only once, and thats was on a business trip. I dare not ventures away too far from my hotel, only took tours arrange by my hotel to visit the usual tourists area. Of course, this was 5 years back, way before i decided to try male massage, and gay massage in particular, which was 3 years back. Ive tried a local sauna in my place, which was nerve wrecking, and i forced myself to go since i was about to go to hongkong later and wanted to try the sauna there and dont want to appear like a total noob lol. So far, ive been to 4 sauna, the one in my place, one in hongkong, and 2 in japan, and find that sauna would be my least favorite place for sex and fun, but a great place to have a relaxing rest disconnected from outside world, plus the numerous eye candy around you. Also a great place to satisfy my small voyeur fetish in a safe environment. Id definitely will go to sauna if its the only place where i can find MB, like the case of Rio, if i go there for a holiday. Not that common in most of other places though, where sauna isnt infested by MB.