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

[ggobkk]

Nice to have your reportage back front and center.

[numazu]

Part 3 of 4: Climbing Corcovado

 

After he takes the room key from the counter, he asks me if I needed condoms and lube.  I nod and he gets handed some by the employees.  He takes my hand again and leads me downstairs. I thought the rooms were upstairs? Anyways we weave through the throng of guys and customers and he leads me to the rooms in the back. He uses the key and opens the door to one of the rooms. What I saw inside reminded me of the massage parlor rooms in Bangkok. It was a minimalist room with a big bed in the middle and an en-suite bathroom. I try not to think about the hundreds and thousands of customer/client pairs that have used the bed for passion, and just focused on the task at hand, which was standing in front of me, waiting for me to get settled.

 

I followed his lead. He leans over to kiss me. Because of the height disparity (he is 6’1, I am 5’7, I am used to this as the BF is 6’2), I had to get on my tippy toes to kiss. Very deep, very wet, very hot. But this position was awkward. I grab his broad shoulders and spin him towards the bed and sit him down on it. I sit on his lap and we continue kissing. He puts a hand on my back and gently strokes it. He stops and grabs me to lay me down the bed, and then stands up to take off his speedo. I take off my towel too. He joins me on the bed and starts kissing and grabs my cock and strokes it. I guess we are not showering before the deed. I showered before coming here, and I am assuming he is immaculately clean.

 

He proceeds to suck me off.  Pretty good, not the best I’ve had, but the accompanying visuals were awesome. He looks good in any angle, as any handsome 22 year old with zero body fat and genetics predisposed to muscle, would be. I grab his cock, now semi-hard, and growing fast.  Pretty soon I had a monster in my hands. I was glad he was versatile, because taking that cock was just impossible for me. He was still sucking when I take my hands to his ass.  Nice and round, and very muscular, I find his hole and start massaging. I take a finger and wet it in my mouth. I slide a finger in. Man, that hole was warm. I position myself to get a better look of his ass. I start rimming. The ass and all its glorious wonder alone was worth the price of admission.

 

After a while I stop rimming and just initiate body contact. He was pretty receptive to my licks and touches and pretty much was ok with me having my way with him. He strokes my cock again and points to the condoms and lube.  I guess it was time to fuck. He gets off the bed to get the little packets and then hands me the condom to put on my cock. He then takes this little tube he had hiding in his speedo, squeezes it and puts what came out it in his ass.  I ask what the little tube was and he hands it to me:

 

 

It was a tube of Lidocaine. I guess he wanted to numb the pain of anal sex. BUT, I am not that big so I don’t know what he was worried about.  He opens the lube packet and puts it in his butt with the lidocaine already in there. He then puts out his lubed hand and greases up my condom-sheathed cock, which was standing in attention. He then gets down on all fours next to me and gives me a thumbs up.  I guess he was ready for the Numazu ride. I get up and turn him over so he was lying on his back. This is my favorite position, because I want to see the guy’s face when I fuck him. I position myself, take his legs on my shoulders, and start putting it in.  I go in slowly, and he starts squinting, as if wincing in pain.

 

I pull out. I gotta warm up this baby. I took the lube packet and put more lube on my cock and my fingers.  I slide in one finger and get him comfortable with it.  I put in two, and after some resistance, I was all in. More lube on my cock, and I tried again. Slowly, he was still wincing, but I was slowly able to get it all in without him wincing in agony. Some slow thrusts, and then faster ones, and we were on our way. While I was pounding him I looked at the majesty of what 150 R got me. His face, still handsome even if he was slightly uncomfortable, was able to crack a smile when he realized I was staring at him. He had a killer smile. I leaned over to kiss him as I continued my exertions.

 

Upright once again, I admire the rest of him. His olive skin tone was exquisite, something that can only exist in the delicious genetic soup that is Brazil. No doubt with regular visits to the beach, the skin tone made every ripple of muscle stand out. The physical exertion of getting fucked made his vein vascularity pop out. His chest just had the perfect amount of flesh and muscle that they bounced with every thrust I take.  And his abs, contracting and expanding with the labored breathing he took while taking me, were amazing. I put a hand on his 8-pack, enjoying the feel of genetic perfection.

 

All this visual stimulation, coupled of course with the fact that he was tight as fuck, got me to cum fairly quickly. I stayed in him for a while, catching my breathe, as he stroked my arm. I pull out, slowly (he winced again), and pull out the condom and quickly dispatch of it in the bathroom. I get back and lay beside him, asking “Gozar?” Of course I wanted him to cum. And I knew what he was going to say next: “50 reais?” I say “Sim!” without even thinking about it.  $15 to witness an orgasm may be unnecessary for some, but I wanted to see it. 

 

While laying down I motion to him using my arms, that I wanted him to sit on my tummy, and to cum on my chest. I wanted to see up close every muscle twitch, every vein contraction, every penis pump.  An intimate audience only appropriately appreciates such perfection. He plops his still warm and raw ass on my tummy, and starts the show. He jerks off with his right hand, and he puts his left hand behind his head, revealing his gorgeous pit.  Oh yeah he has done this before and knows what sells. He then alternates with his left and right hand, and sometimes uses both hands, to do the deed.  And then it comes: he leans forward, balances himself by setting his left hand next to my head, and cums on my neck and face.

 

When he gets his bearings back he looks at his handiwork, and smears some of the cum off my face.  I didn’t care.  It can stay there all day. He points to the shower and I reluctantly get up and followed his cute butt to the bathroom. And then the fantasy disappears. Yikes, I’m in a sauna, where hundreds to thousands of men have had sex on the bed, have walked these floors, have used the showers. I put on my Havaiianas and pray that I don’t get anything from being barefoot. We shower together, and take turns soaping each other’s backs. I take one more feel of his hole before we turn the water off and dry ourselves.

 

He puts his speedos back on and sits on the bed. I join him and he starts typing on his phone.  He shows it to me and it was google translate, asking how long I was going to be here. I take the phone from him and tell him that it was my last night.  And tomorrow I was going back to the US. He thinks about this for a minute and then motions to the door.  I guess we have come to the end of our programa. I wrap the towel around my waist and we leave the room. We head back to the lockers and I unlock mine to get my wallet. I take 4 fifty real notes from it and hand it to him. He takes it and puts it in his speedos and thanks me. He then just stood there, waiting for me to say something.

 

Throwing caution to the wind, I came up with a wild idea. I take my phone and saw that it was almost 8 PM (and some messages from the BF, I guess he was needing some attention). I look for Google Translate and start typing. I show it to him and he says: “Sim!” with no hesitation. I asked him if he wanted to join me for dinner tonight. I followed it up with: but don’t you need more customers tonight? He answers that he was done for the day. He asks me what part of Rio I was staying at.  I tell him I was staying in a condo in Ipanema.  He then tells me that he needed to leave at around 11:30 PM to catch the subway and bus back to his house.  I told him no problem; he will be home before then.

 

He motions that he had to go to put on some clothes and will be right back.  I say yes and I put on my own clothes and make sure all of my stuff was still there (it was). I toss the wet towel in one of the bins and sit myself down to answer messaged from the BF. I look up and see that there were still some new customers coming in and getting into towels.  It was going to be a busy night for the boys. I felt that my boy could at least get a few more hundred reais. Oh well. I am sure he very popular and recoup it in other nights.

 

After a few more minutes of waiting he emerges in a very nice white tank top, purple shorts, skater sneakers and checkered socks that went up to mid-calf. On any other guys this would be a crazy outfit combination.  But on him, with his skin tone, musculature, legs and face, it all worked. He has his little whore tote bag on his shoulder (I’m guessing it has a toothbrush, deodorant, condom and lube packets, and his tube of lidocaine, and enough cash to get home).

 

We get on the main floor and I see all the boys I am leaving behind. This was a good-looking lot. One boy after another: handsome, muscular, dashing, hung.  Having seen it with my own eyes, I can surely say that the hype is fully justified. The legend of Brazilian Sauna boys that has been in my head all this years is as accurate and real as what I thought it would be, and what the pages of the BoyToy forum has cracked it up to be.  Yes guys, it is worth it to fly all this way to get this quality of dick. Because it is cheap, there was a lot of it, and it’s really really good.

 

We head over to the counter and I settle my bill. Things were hazy at this point, having just come off a high from the sex, but I think I was charged 90-something reais ($28) for the use of the room, as well as the condoms and lube, and maybe an entrance fee too, I am not sure. Overall, I spent more or less $100 for a couple of hours of watching, cruising, and sexing, some Brazilian boys. Not bad. While waiting for my change I call an Uber. We wait in the empty hallway outside the main door till I see on my phone that the Uber is closeby.  We head out, see the car waiting for us, and duck in the back seat.

 

The driver repeats the address on his phone. I confirm the destination and we were on our way. I look at my boy and he smiles at me. And like clockwork, he sits closer, takes my hand in his and we spend the whole ride this way.  This was gonna be good.

 

The night is not done, as I made some mistakes… next.

[denny59]

this is a board about things in Thailand..WHY all this long writing about South America...boring

[santosh108]

If you find it boring, just skip it!!  Some of us find it interesting if somewhat off topic and very much enjoy the stories and information given.  And namazu has traveled to Thailand and surrounding countries and has shared extensively about those experiences and hopefully will continue to do so.

[Guest]

Good advice.  I let one long time member spend too much criticizing Numazu for silly things and he had made 100's' of posts .

 

I won't wait so long with Denny 59. He will be gone on his next critical post.  I determine what are proper posts and Denny 59 does not determine where posts belong!

[vinapu]

this is a board about things in Thailand..WHY all this long writing about South America...boring

don't you know that South America is Thai province between Phitsanulok and Lampang ?

[biguyby]

Thank you for your detailed report Numazu.

I would just love to visit that Sauna.

 

I am a little frightened to visit Brazil partly because of the experience a heterosexual friend of mine had when was there for the Olympic Games and was mugged and badly beaten. He said he couldn’t believe the how violent crime seemed to be quite common and accepted in Rio.

 

After reading your report I think I may risk a short visit and just stick to my Hotel and taking a Taxi directly to the the various Sauna venues and completely miss out the dangers of public places.

 

The Sauna sex scene sounds perfect for my fantasies.

[bucknaway]

Thank you for your detailed report Numazu.

I would just love to visit that Sauna.

 

I am a little frightened to visit Brazil partly because of the experience a heterosexual friend of mine had when was there for the Olympic Games and was mugged and badly beaten. He said he couldn’t believe the how violent crime seemed to be quite common and accepted in Rio.

 

After reading your report I think I may risk a short visit and just stick to my Hotel and taking a Taxi directly to the the various Sauna venues and completely miss out the dangers of public places.

 

The Sauna sex scene sounds perfect for my fantasies.

When might you go? I'm willing to be a travel buddy but I like staying at airbnb rentals

[biguyby]

Thanks Bucknaway, if I decide to go to Rio it will be early next year. I am in Thailand now until mid March and I am already committed to coming back here in June and October. Thanks for the offer of being my travel buddy I will let you know if I decide to visit Brazil.

[vinapu]

 

The night is not done, as I made some mistakes… next.

numazu, king of suspense

[numazu]

Part 4 of 4: The Boy in Ipanema

 

There is a little trepidation on my part when I invited the boy to dinner, for two reasons: a.) the first two posts here in the Latin America section, which outline the various precautions one must take when dealing with Brazilian sauna boys, and b.) the high crime and murder rate in Brazil in general, and Rio in particular, whether real or hyped in the news, is seared in my brain. I was bold enough to spend my first four days in Brazil alone (in Sao Paulo), but in those days, I had the fortune of meeting two Paulistas (a hairdresser and a teacher) on Grindr (the hairdresser was even set up on the 45 minutes Uber ride from Guarulhos airport to my AirBNB in Bela Vista), who gave me the 411 on the general dos and don’ts of the city. 

 

And even with all my experience boyhunting in Thailand, Mexico and Colombia, where various boys have stayed with me in my hotel or AirBNB without incident, and even one time I’ve even stayed in the apartment of two Chaturbate webcam boys in Colombia, and slept in their room, sandwiched in the middle between the two boys in their queen sized bed, I was still nervous about being with this Brazilian sauna boy, out and about in dangerous Rio, without the security of the sauna. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am usually a good judge of character, and not one instance in the countless encounters I’ve had, have I ever felt I was in danger.

 

Let’s call my Brazilian sauna boy Gabriel. To recap, Gabriel is a bleached blonde 22-year old Carioca who was tall (6’1), muscular (not steroided, huge pecs, large thighs) and versatile (enormous penis, giant bubble butt, needed lidocaine to bottom). He had the typical Brazilian looks and racial mix I was looking for. In time I’m sure I’ll explore all the colors and types that the saunas have to offer, but now, Gabriel has out-Brazilianed every Brazilian boy in the house. On a whim I invited him to have dinner with me, as my first baby step into expanding my sauna experience here in Brazil.

 

In the Uber, he immediately grabbed my hand and held it for most of the ride. This was a great sign, a sign that he was not afraid to be intimate with me even in the non-sexual parts of the our time together, and he was comfortable enough with me enough to do so. The few times he wasn’t holding my hand was when we were using google translate to speak to each other. My Portuguese was a little better than his English, which was to say it was still pretty bad, so if we were going to do a deep dive into each other’s lives, we had to do so with the help of the app.

 

He told me he lived in the edges of one of the favelas in Sao Goncalo, one of the districts of Rio northeast of Ipanema. He googles some images of the Rio-Niteroi bridge, and tells me that he crosses this bridge everyday on the way to the sauna. He is fairly athletic and is a skateboarder. He shows me some photos of him on the sakteboard, and tells me he would send over a video of him doing some amateur tricks. He asks me about my life. I give him a general version of my life. He asks me how often I go to Brazil. I type the words “This is my first trip to Brazil. And you are my first sauna boy.” I look at the translation first before giving it to him.  The word garoto pops up, so I was satisfied with the output and hand it to him.

 

He reads the translation and smiles. He looks up and says “Serio?” I nod “Sim!” He types a response back: I hope your trip is great. And I hope your first time in the sauna was a very good experience. I type something back in the affirmative. We get back to holding hands in the uber.  And then I realize: MISTAKE #1: I showed him all my cards too soon. I told him I was a newbie. Now I am thinking that he is going to take advantage of me, or worse. This brief but disturbing thought flashed through my head. I try to not think about it further, lest it ruin the rest of the night.

 

I had the Uber take us to the condo in Ipanema. We arrive and I tell Gabriel that we should go in first and get the umbrellas that the condo had, in case it rained while we were out, since it was cloudy. We get in and we hug right away. We kiss for a few minutes and then he says he was really hungry. He leaves his whore bag in the apartment (clear sign that we were going back here after dinner) and we head out.  Sure enough, it started to rain hard so we unfurl our gay rainbow umbrellas (which made Gabriel chuckle but didn’t mind it), and started to look for a restaurant that looked good. We see a nice restaurant called Armazem Devassa (image from Google):

 

 

Gabriel points to it and I nod. We walk to the maître d’ to get seated. I put up two fingers to the guy and he says “2 people?” in English. He gives us one of the outdoor tables that was protected from the rain by an awning. We get comfortable and this was out view of the wet streets of Ipanema:

 

 

We were given menus, both in English. Gabriel laughs and points to himself and says “Gringo.”  He asks for the Portugeuse language menu. We look at the menu:

 

 

Whenever I am overseas, I always prefer to try the local dishes. So I ask Gabriel what the most traditional Brazilian dish on the menu was. He looked at the menu and said that the Picadinho Carioca would be his choice for traditional meal. It was cubes of filet mignon with beans, fried bananas, farofa and a poached egg.  Sounds good. Gabriel orders the salmon, and he says this was the healthy choice because he needs to keep trim for work.  We put in our order and then we get into a conversation about his diet. He says he tries to avoid alcohol when he can. And because he has a fast metabolism, he eats a lot of eggs (around 12) in the morning to get in the protein right away. The results of his diet regime truly are remarkable. He gives me some diet tips. I’m sure I will never follow it.

 

Our food comes and it looks good (a little bit blurry sorry):

 

 

 

We eat in peace because it is hard to use google translate and have two hands free to use the fork and knife. He asks me if the food was good by pointing to my plate and then giving a thumbs up. I nod. We do a lot of grunt-talking for communication since we cannot use words. It was kind of interesting. We finish up and the waiter asks if we wanted dessert.  Both of us say “Nao” and we get the bill:

 

 

It was R$133, or $40. One of my knocks on Brazil, compared to other destinations like Thailand or Colombia, is that food is relatively expensive. Almost the same price as I would pay in the USA. My BF has warned me about this so I budgeted accordingly. This meal will hardly break the bank, and it was a fitting last dinner for what was an intense and fun Brazil trip for me. It is also fitting that I share my last dinner in Brazil with a sauna boy. I pay with my credit card (haven’t had problems using it, or my ATM, in the country).

 

Before we leave, Gabriel shows me his phone. It was Google Translate, asking me if I wanted to go anywhere else. I shake my head and say “apartamento” as we open our umbrellas to shield us from the light rain. Even with the skies opening up, there were still a lot of people in the various bars that we walked past on the way home. I was slightly disappointed by the weather here in Rio in my last three days. But with such excellent company presently, I hardly had any cause for complaint.

 

As we get to the apartment gate, we get buzzed in by the doorman, so I did not need to use my key. No issues getting Gabriel in, as we exchange “Boa noites” with the doorman on our way to the elevator. We get to the unit and and as I fiddle with the keys to unlock the door, Gabriel puts his hands on my shoulders, gentling massaging them. He was ready to head in as well to continue our night. I finally unlock the door. Gabriel immediately takes off his shirt. He is getting comfortable. He sits on the couch and checks his phone.

 

I sit beside him and he leans over to kiss. We make out for a bit and then he starts taking off my shirt. I toss it over to the side and go over and sit on his lap and keep on kissing. His hands explore my back for a bit as put my hands on face. I whisper “Quarto?” to his ear. He answers me by picking me up! That was unexpected. He maneuvers both of us to the bedroom and he lays me down on the bed. He takes off my shorts, and then he starts taking off his. I can already see my prize: that big bulge that is barely contained in his speedos.

 

My eyes drift for a bit to the wall behind Gabriel and see the clock. It was 10:45 PM.  Almost time for Gabriel to leave. As he lies down beside me, I look at the window and see outside that the rain still pouring down on Ipanema. Then a crazy idea popped in my head. I retrieve my shorts from the floor and find my phone. I type something in Google Translate that was MISTAKE #2: “Do you want to stay here tonight? It is still raining and the bed is comfortable.” He looks at me and says “Yes!” in English.

 

I was not thinking clearly. I was not expecting company tonight, especially a garoto, so all my stuff was just strewn everywhere in the house. I was not thinking about the dangers of having a working boy in my room, especially in Brazil. All the warnings in this forum, all the precautions given by my friends, and all the research I’ve made about crime here, all that went out the window, into the soaked streets of Rio, draining onto the south Atlantic. And how could any mortal think clearly, under these heavenly circumstances, in the presence of angels.

 

So, a bonus post, more sex, and more mistakes, next…

[denny59]

Nice your giving a report but this is Thailand...not brazil

[traveller123]

Nice your giving a report but this is Thailand...not brazil

 

Numazu has been asked by many contibutors for his reports.

Please, if you only want to read about Thailand, do not read his current reports.

The geat majority of us enjoy them and look forward to the next instalment.

[reader]

Denny59,

 

Your ability to contribute seems limited to criticizing those who do.

[spoon]

Nice your giving a report but this is Thailand...not brazil

Scooby do be do where are you?

[CurtisD]

Numazu is a great story teller, so wherever he is writing from I am delighted to read it. 

[dellboy]

great writing skills , wish i had 10 % of them !!!

[vinapu]

Nice your giving a report but this is Thailand...not brazil

stop farting in the living room please

[fjeffmy]

this is a board about things in Thailand..WHY all this long writing about South America...boring

i love every word that is written and always looking forward to the next article.Well done Numazu.It is like i am there with you and enjoying all the experiences with you. There are many people like me who enjoy reading about Numazu experiences here. If you find the topic or the article too long you just skip it and let others enjoy reading it

[aussie_]

Nice your giving a report but this is Thailand...not brazil

If Numazu travels anywhere we are happy to read his reports and in the Thailand forum they are easy to find. The Columbian trip report and his adventures with the Chaterbate guys will be very interesting and appreciated if he finds the time to write about it.

[Guest phayao]

Numazu's contributions honour this page, enrich our knowledge and insight of the gay world and they are a pleasure to read; keep writing, Numazu, we appreciate your posts.

[Guest]

Scooby do be do where are you?

Possibly denny59 is a slow reader or fails to understand who the warning was from in the thread.

 

So now he has a PM warning from me and the next time he makes any kind of a negative post about Brazil Trip reports he will be banned.

 

Amazing how someone who has contributed Zero to this Forum in his 9 years of membership thinks he can criticize a valuable contributor?

[bucknaway]

I wish I knew how to crack the whip on Numazu to get him to finish his cliffhanger. I think I'm going to watch the movie misery to find some ideas

[spoon]

I wish I knew how to crack the whip on Numazu to get him to finish his cliffhanger. I think I'm going to watch the movie misery to find some ideas

[ggobkk]

Another Numazu cliffhanger. Love it.