Porto Alegre & Curitiba - Nov/Dec 2017 - a memoir.

[Lucky]

  "Pity, actually, I could have claimed my escort costs from my insurance! "

Perhaps the president will consider allowing that soon!

[SolaceSoul]

I was always taught to give gifts from the heart, without any expectations in return and without any conditions attached to them.

If you are reluctant to give a gift because you are unsure of how it will be received, what the receiver will use it for, or what the receiver might give you in return, then you are probably better off not gifting anything — just keep your relationships purely transactional and call it a day.

I would think that this rule would apply to any relationship — including even employer — employee, or contractor-contractee relationships like garoto-client or hustler-trick.

[axiom2001]

On 12/29/2017 at 1:58 PM, Lucky said:

As for his criticism, consider that he is a different individual with a different personality. He expresses himself in a way that you don't. You can ignore him, or you can accept that his way of speaking is more direct, even more blunt, than others. It is not a reflection on you. What it does is affirm that we are a group of diverse individuals. If we all agreed, if we were always polite and kind, wouldn't this be a boring place?

So chalk it up and move on. You have more people here agreeing with you than disagreeing. Your trip report has been very popular. One size does not fit all, so get used to it! Is that me being blunt?

Anyway, you can disagree with me too. I won't be troubled, but I like it better when we see things in a similar fashion. Just not so similar as to be dull!

Does there always have to be a "tit-for-tat" when opinions and experiences differ?  Yes, T..., I read all of your reports with much interest and appreciated the time that you took to share and/or gloat, but please begin to read and share and NOT feel compelled to respond. 

Remember "everyone's experiences" or expectations or perceptions  are "NOT" the same.  That goes for sex with escorts, too.  One man's hot time can be one hell of an abysmal of a time of another with the same escort.

Continue to enjoy life and have a wonderful and refreshing 2018.  

[Tartegogo]

1 hour ago, axiom2001 said:

Does there always have to be a "tit-for-tat" when opinions and experiences differ?  Yes, T..., I read all of your reports with much interest and appreciated the time that you took to share and/or gloat, but please begin to read and share and NOT feel compelled to respond. 

All right, fine, I'll SHUT THE FUCK UP.

 

[Walker]

On 12/31/2017 at 6:54 AM, SolaceSoul said:

I was always taught to give gifts from the heart, without any expectations in return and without any conditions attached to them.

If you are reluctant to give a gift because you are unsure of how it will be received, what the receiver will use it for, or what the receiver might give you in return, then you are probably better off not gifting anything — just keep your relationships purely transactional and call it a day.

I would think that this rule would apply to any relationship — including even employer — employee, or contractor-contractee relationships like garoto-client or hustler-trick.

I agree.  I go to night clubs in SP quite often, many clubs have gogo dancers.  People rarely tip the dancers at night clubs in Brazil, I suppose it's the culture here.  But I often just sneak bills in their socks, sometimes even R20 bills.  I do this not because I am hoping to hookup with them later, but because I like some dancers moves, or their expression.  That's all.  And sometimes I see young guys (customers) dancing at clubs but not buying any drinks all night (these are not druggies clubs), so I go buy beers for them, and left them alone.  Again, I have no any intention other than seeing happy faces.  And I am thankful I can afford to do this.

[Tartegogo]

52 minutes ago, Walker said:

I agree.  I go to night clubs in SP quite often, many clubs have gogo dancers.  People rarely tip the dancers at night clubs in Brazil, I suppose it's the culture here.  But I often just sneak bills in their socks, sometimes even R20 bills.  I do this not because I was hoping to hookup with them later, but because I like some dancers moves, or their expression.  That's all.  And sometimes I see young guys (customers) dancing at clubs but not buying any drinks all night (these are not druggies clubs), so I go buy beers for them, and left them alone.  Again, I have no any intention other than seeing happy faces.  And I am thankful I can afford to do this.

You are my type of guy. Keep in touch, because we need to hang out together whenever we are next in the same city. 

[PopeFrancis]

As the dust seems to be settling on Giftgate... here's more red-hot throbbing extreme present-giving... and the rest...

 

Day 7

: Wednesday

The day starts with Marcus leaving... I get myself together and head out to Fabio's shop.

He seems to think I bring luck... because customers keep turning up whilst I am there.

 

I meet his sister in the street. 

And then I meet his mother!!!... coming to ask Fabio for some money for some milk (he gives her 4R$).  I even get to look round his house and go to his mezzanine bedroom.  It’s very sweet... very 20's.  The perfumes I’ve given him are displayed atop of a chest of drawers.  The underwear I’ve given him are neatly arranged in the top drawer.  Banksy posters are on his walls.

 

We drive around the neighbourhood and see the competition to his shop...  then he takes me to an elderly gentleman in Mario Quintana who repairs dented cars... so that I can get the hire car undented, resprayed and polished (after Leandro had offered to park the car on Monday night).  It’ll cost R$200 …but he needs R$30 upfront to buy the paint.

 

The afternoon is spent offering myself up on Grindr... asking for GDP... plenty of willing participants but I'm too pushed for time...

 

Mezzaninu... the Filipinos... the guy from San Francisco... the guy from New Jersey... Tom... and a few others. 

More garotos but mostly the same faces... some beautiful muscley active guys... hardly anything I want to do...

 

Everton

Things are so poor, I try a one year reunion with (looking up my previous description) "frantic kisses... and every single face of pain and agony as he tries to sit on top of me... Was inside for about 5 seconds.... clearly agony!"... and things have improved slightly... there's still the frantic kisses... and still does the many faces of pain... but he manages to perform some sort of bouncing balancing routine on the very top of my dick... yes it's inside... but only just...

You just keep asking yourself "Is he about to die?"

Agreed 100

Paid 100

 

Junior

...looks a shadow of his confident former self... he is just hanging around.  Back in March he was often at the centre of duos and threesome etc for both me and Tom... but no one can accuse him of building on this success... he is moping around... even Tom can remember this is not the same guy we knew...

 

We drag him to the table... financial problems... had to sell his car... he has a wife (despite everyone… yes everyone… still telling me he is gay… what could be his gain by pretending he’s straight?)... she has his mobile phone... this is now his only job... and despite all this he is still oozing the sex appeal of a sad sock.

 

Tom and I offer to spend time with him, Tom first... me second...

 

He's lovely.  He does everything well.  Whilst I was fucking him, he was going at it, as if trying to cum... I felt it best to stop him as he may need that finale for someone else later...

Agreed 100

Paid 150 + drink + food

 

2nd Night with Leandro

"I am ponctual" he says as he approaches... we eat in Paris 6... he's in a much more talkative mood... boys are not telling the truth... some have brought problems on themselves... do I know the amount of drug dealing that goes on there?... Why do I think boys who seem to get no clients still turn up? ...and all the beans are spilt...

 

Back at the apartment, Leandro is an unparalleled delight.  As he makes his way through another bottle of champagne, he has developed this sexy wink he keeps doing...

 

Into bed... butter wouldn’t melt in his blast furnace… but the combination of champagne, copious poppers and him forcing my hand… eventually leads to....

 

Full fist.

First time.

He cums. 

 

I felt as if I’d taken his virginity.  I’m probably the first of many fists.

 

He runs to the bathroom.  And comes out all bashful, "Pope Francis!" he lisps as if we’ve just done something naughty.  He’s ecstatic.

 

He is perfect.

Unspoken 600

Paid 600

 

Day 8: Thursday

...and despite 4 hours sleep, we're up at 8am!... because I have to take the hire car to Mario Quintana to drop it with the  old guy who is going to do the respraying and polishing... I have no idea whether he'll do a good job but I'm guessing he can't make my "damaged hire car" situation any worse...

 

Buy sweets and drinks from a corner shop... Fabio really happy...

Fabio and I go for another walk around the neighbourhood and then I Uber home for...

 

Gianni

This is the gay guy who is always happy and funny on his Facebook rather than posing... he's studying to become a fireman... and he likes medium trunks.

 

And despite extensive texting well in advance... he is 45 minutes late.

 

He's lovely.  We sit and chat.  I'm getting him drunk.  Smirnoff Ice.  We're showing each other videos... I'm watching popstrel Arianna Grande doing impressions... too much Lady Gaga…and even Andrew Christian adverts with a Cher soundtrack!  Gianni is definitely gay.  In return I give him Paloma Faith singing at the Brits

 

Bed is good. Kissing and fucking.  He's really good at it.  In the middle of kissing, he yawns, reminding me this is all an elaborate 3 hour performance!  It's funny.  We laugh.  He's lovely to be with.

 

Afterwards I give him the only medium trunks I've brought... a pair of Ed Hardy and a pair of Aussiebum… both are very gay... he likes them “Yellow is my favourite colour!” (who says that?)... and some CK One Shock... which he likes as well...

Agreed 250

Paid 400 (I just kinda like him)

 

Hire car-less, Tom and I take an Uber to Mezzaninu.

The Uber crashes into a taxi.

 

At Mezzaninu it's very very much the same faces... and any new face is quickly snapped up by someone more forward than me...

Tom and I are talking about the BBC's Strictly Come Dancing - Tom youtubes in weekly to watch Aljaž Škorjanec... I prefer Debbie's partner, Giovanni.  Neither of them are here in Mezzaninu tonight.

I sit for a very long time before doing anything...

 

Pedro

Chatted up on the roof with some English... he's totally active... but he swears we can have a good time... (one of the Filipinos has already had him)

 

We go to the room... great kisser... great sucker... and he is really going the extra mile... really passionate... like real sex... and he has the biggest penis... massive... it's too big really... and he's really good fun and nice and stunning and uses a lot of initiative.  It's just nice being with him.  

 

He is freelance waiter and security... he does ju-jitsu... has a wife and 3 year old daughter.  And yes, he finds doing  this difficult.

 

Afterwards he sends me loads of stunning photos and videos of himself from the locker room... and is constantly making eye contact during the night... he knows how to treat his fan base!

Agreed 100

Paid 100

 

Doing a Tom "use the room twice" jobbie...

 

Matheus

Someone I went with last year... in March he had turned into the manager of Mezzaninu... and now he is back to being a boy... because the money’s better.

 

He's an old face... a slightly chubbier old face... Italian macho looks... very handsome... and a total bottom... an eager bottom... who rides me. 

This is more about finding an excuse to give him 100R because he’s a nice guy.

 

Wife, 7 year old daughter, works as motorboy during the day.  Tells his wife he's a motorboy in the evening too. (Is it possible to keep this sorta thing a secret?)

Agreed 100

Paid 100

 

After another lull... I get a taste of Rio in the shape of...

 

Roger

He's here for 6 days from Rio... he speaks English... he is huge (really muscular)... and surprisingly he's totally passivo.

I tell him none of the clients will go with him because everyone assumes he is active.

 

After some hard negotiation we agree 120 (what was I thinking???)... but I don't fancy him (I'm doing this simply to take a photo for you!)... he proudly shows off his big bum (I hate it)... shows me why he wouldn't be great as a top... and keeps trying to get me to fuck him... eventually he does settle into a hug and kiss thing which was the most I'd want.

 

Says he has massage and security certificates and can do those jobs if he wants.  He also thinks of himself as an artist!

 

At the end I'm paying him his 120... and he cheekily yet nicely asks for “um pouco” more... then saying… (in English!!!) “with the current exchange rate, R$150 is less than £10 more”! 

He is nice... he doesn't push it... but a garoto informing me of international exchange rates???... as I say... a taste of Rio... I suspect.

Agreed 120

Paid 120

 

A week later I see his vivalocal advert.  He says he’s 48!

48 in garoto years must mean he could be my father.

 

In other news, the Madonna concert has finally finished.

They’ve now got some sort of 70’s disco video compilation going on.

 

Fabio

In the evening Fabio comes over.

I give him the ton of presents I've bought for him - underwear... perfume... posters... and a new phone.

He's really really happy.

No - REALLY happy.

 

We fall into bed.

He’s going for it with the sucking.

Really going for it.

 

We’re getting there… tears… gagging…I’m telling him “yeah”.

He vomits on the floor.

I cum.

[PopeFrancis]

Day 9: Friday

 

Forget Robert Mugabe, the main World News Event of today is the planned “Double Penetration of Leandro”! 

 

Together we’ve chosen the +1... Leandro doesn't want anyone from Mezzaninu... so I go for the best from Plataforma - Henrique

 

I collect the car from Mario Quintana.  Excellent job.  I couldn’t tell it’d been repaired.

No clients at Fabio’s shop again.  It's all pretty desperate. 

I slip the very straight work colleague 200R because I fear he'll leave Fabio if this continues (just as the last one did)

 

I’m messaging both Leandro and Henrique throughout the day... Henrique is a guy of few demands. 

Leandro drinks champagne... Henrique wants Polar beer... the locally brewed cheap beer (50p a can). 

I can't let this happen... so get some Leffe and Budweisers as well. 

I ask him to dress smart.

 

Leandro suggests that instead of eating out… we have pizza delivery instead... I'm not sure why?... ashamed to be seen in a restaurant with me?

 

Get here for 10pm!  Get here for 10pm!

 

But first...Plataforma!

 

Elliot

…is one of Tom's past conquests.  He's been here for 10 years... smiley fidgety... the sort of smiley fidgety you get with drugs... and he does everything really well... he  kisses, sucks, takes it... but he's rushing things... trying to move things on.  Afterwards I tell him (this is possibly the new me coming out)

Agreed 100

Paid 120

 

Friday night at Mezzaninu and it's the same old faces hanging around... Leandro... Matheus... Marius... a few actives... that big guy from Rio...

I do nothing.

 

The Double Penetration of Leandro

10pm and both boys arrive before 10.15pm.  Leandro is wearing the  jacket I bought him previously (nice touch – determined to show who’s the favoured one here!).  I suggest a restaurant... Leandro easily persuades Henrique to accept delivered pizzas instead.

 

Henrique is even more gorgeous than I remember.  He is from that beach we went to in the far south of Porto Alegre.  His story is basically... got girlfriend pregnant at 15... she died of pre-eclampsia... but the child survived... he's 27... he has a 12 year old son... both of their names are tattooed on his arms... he works during the day making burgers and selling food locally... he works at Plataforma because it is closer to the south of Porto Alegre than Mezzaninu  (Tom and I suspect it's because he knows he beats the competition there)... he often says "I'm just a simple man" (when explaining his request for Polar beer)... but he seems very pleased that champagne and a range of continental beers are available.  He seems like a really nice guy.

 

I give Henrique some M sized cuecas (Calvin, Armani and Stonemen) and some perfume (CK One Shock)... he's really happy... and he's trying them on.

 

The chemistry between Henrique and Leandro is good.  Henrique is a man... Leandro has now changed into a "wife"... preparing everything and serving Henrique.  They chat a lot... music... dance events... other garotos... saunas in Sao Paolo... drugs... (basically Leandro has experience of everything... Henrique has little). 

 

A fair amount of time was spent discussing the fate of Diego – a garoto from POA who worked in Mezzaninu last year.  He decamped to Sao Paulo at the beginning of 2017 and then moved on to Brasilia.  In August he was in a car being driven by his transsexual girlfriend.  Two men pulled up and shot the girlfriend at point blank range.  Diego was injured and went to ITU.  Two days later he was dead.  Henrique agrees this is very sad.  I say I remember him fondly.  He was one of the few POA garotos who could actually speak English (though no one could understand how he learned it) and he could be funny with it.  Leandro refuses to believe he died… saying he absconded from ITU and went into hiding in Sao Paulo.

 

Drink is flowing.  The gargantuan pizza arrives. They like each other. This is going to be great...

 

3-way kissing ✔

2 guys sucking me together ✔

More 2 guys sucking me together ✔

 

And then we hit the bed... Henrique's erection dissolves after 5 minutes.  It's the alcohol. It's the poppers.  And you know how difficult it is to get an erection when you've lost it and need it?.. well we're in one of those scenarios.... let's wait 10 minutes... let's wait 30 minutes...

 

Leandro... for all of his doe-eyed coquettiveness... and despite being drunk... is a total professional... he instinctively knows what to do in most situations... and in this case he’s brought Viagra (How come you’ve got Viagra? – “You need it if you’ve got to have sex with people… but I don’t use it for you!” – do I believe him? - No!)…  Henrique is given some Viagra... we wait.

 

Leandro, sensing that all is not as it seems, is mouthing "Passivo!" to me... then suggests we all fuck Henrique.  Which we do.  Henrique probably is more passive as you can fuck him readily... but he's really tight!  Henrique keeps insisting that he’s more active.

 

Eventually there is an erection and Henrique throws on a condom and starts to fuck Leandro. It's forced in, it's rough, it’s too fast... and too painful.  2 days ago Leandro had my fist up him and that had gone well... but now he seems in real pain after being forcibly fucked (later he apologises for not being able to do much bottoming, saying he’s in pain and thinks he's damaged something)

 

Can't remember much more... Leandro went to sleep... Henrique and I chatted...

In the morning (3 hours later), Leandro said he didn't think he could take anything... I fucked Henrique... 

As Leandro texted later - "It was a pleasant evening but didn't go as expected"

 

It was a good evening but the pair had too much to talk about and compare in Portuguese.  Even when I asked what they were saying, Leandro would reply "Você sabe!" (you know!), assuming my ability was better than it is.

 

Leandro

Unspoken 600 (his usual)

Paid 600

 

Henrique

Asked 350

Paid 450

 

 

Day 10: Saturday

After goodbyes... I sleep!

I'm feeling unwell... probably unopposed metformin (I haven't been eating much)... 

 

Into town... I buy some books and try to go to Fabio's printer... but it's closed! 

Tropical rain is belting down. 

 

Pick up Tom at 3.45pm and we head off to Plataforma.

3 garotos and us.  I've had one recently... the other 2 are unremarkable.

 

I sit alone with a coke zero.

Then head off…

 

I meet Tom at the shopping centre... he is eating... I go to buy more coke.

I miss him texting that he's gone to the toilet so, assuming that he's left for Mezzaninu on foot, I drive there.  Of course he hasn't... he's still there waiting for me... disaster evening so far!

 

Mezzaninu is a mixture of old faces and older faces.  Nothing excites in here. 

The new bar staff are characterless never-there robots.

 

Watching not very good guys trying to get business is equally miserable.

 

Then I spot the lust of Fabio's life - Vladimir!

 

I try to make an arrangement with Vladimir... he comes to my apartment one night... sex with Fabio... I pay Vladimir.

I text him the proposal.

But it’s unlikely to happen as Vladimir has to leave at 9pm.

 

Vladimir

I had Vladimir the last time I was here.  He takes it.  And has a lovely smile throughout it.  And he's funny.

Today... as I think it would be more upsetting to Fabio if I fucked him... I just take him into a room for a clothed kiss.

Agreed 100

Paid 100

 

Alexander

A use-the-room-twice jobbie with one of Tom's cast-offs.  He's far too big and far too active... so this too is a lie on the bed and kiss affair.  No erection.  Nothing.

Pleasant guy.  Lives in Canoas. Has wife and 2 children.  Wife knows what he does.  Does something with cars.

Agreed 100

Paid 100

 

Diego

…asks to sit next to me whilst he plays the bingo.

Been here all week.  Not a beauty. Probably gets little work.

Did it all and came… though I did have to tell him to stop saying "Oh Baby!"

Agreed 100

Paid 150 - he's delighted.

 

Much of my time is spent chatting to the lovely Brazilian guy Marcello on the roof.

Garoto Michael joins in.

 

Fabio comes over on Saturday night, having previously asked to cancel.  He's stressed.

It's late. 

I'm knackered.

He wants to go home.

That's ok.

 

 

Day 11: Sunday

- last day in Porto Alegre

I miss a Saturday night out!

I fall asleep and wake about 9am.

 

Wash some underwear and t-shirts.

 

And head off to Fabio's BBQ.

 

...which is in Fabio's garden. 2pm.

 

Fabio's mother has built a grotto to St George in the garden.  It's like a little hillock covered in cemented-in pebbles.  And inside the cave is a plastic St George slaying a dragon.  No garden is complete without a grotto I feel.

 

Straight best friend Samuel (the guy who did all the work renovating Fabio's shop) is in charge of the BBQ... his other straight friends Samuel2 and Kuka are there.  His work colleague Bruno (very straight, very sexy) turns up. 

 

After some introductions, his mother, aunt and sister retire to a back room whilst the boys sit outside under the veranda... it's all a bit Victorian!!???  I’m told this is normal.

 

I’m with four boys, having a barbecue.  Three are straight and they all know that I’ve paid Fabio for sex in the past. 

His sister knows.  His mother and aunt know.

 

In the past I have given a bottle of poppers to Fabio… and it seems that rather than use them in mad passionate gay sex… they have all tried them whilst just sitting together… and of course the conversation comes round to poppers… I have a new bottle… I give it to Fabio… it’s opened… and the rest of the barbecue is spent watching four boys pass round a bottle of poppers… their reactions are a mixture of exhilaration… and I think, faked inebriation.  They laugh a lot.

 

Last night at Mezzaninu

I arrive at about 6pm... It's a bit subdued... again... low lighting... many clients... few garotos... old faces prowling round...

As a sort of warm up for what will come later, I agree to...

 

Alexandre

…who I sorta remember from 2015.  He doesn't remember me.  His most memorable feature is his unfortunate dentition - canines in front rather than in-line.  I remember him saying he'd been in Sao Paulo in the past... now he only comes here on Saturdays and Sundays.  I seem to remember him part of my 2015 foursome (far too much direction required on my part)... but I cannot be sure.  Anyway he kisses... sucks with a condom and gets fucked.  He has a beautiful pert bottom (like Marcus).  Throughout fucking he keeps saying "Beautiful"!

Agreed 100

Paid 150

 

Michael

…was a Tom conquest on Tom’s day 1. 

He's different.  Mop of brown hair... beautiful eyes... and toned physique.  And he's totally active.  Everyone knows this.

 

Last night (Saturday) I'd been sitting on the roof chatting to the nice client Marcelo.  Michael joins us.  We're all laughing because Michael is wearing black and yellow striped swimming trunks and we're calling him "abelha" (the bee).  It's a lot of fun.  Michael does a sort of "you and me" gesture... and I say “No, você esta ativo, eu estou ativo".  Michael, speaking through Marcello, asks how much would I pay him to be passivo?  I say 200.  He says yes.  We agree tomorrow (which is now).

 

So many many WhatsApp messages later (he's asking what is the app to learn English at 2am... and lots of his own spelling of English words).  He's promised the "Best Sex Ever"

 

And when we get to it... it's a lot of fun.  He kisses well... he sucks... and then he took it.  At first he's on top of me... 

 

Then possibly the "extra-mile" position... he is on top... above me... leaning back... his feet are now pressed against the vertical wall... and his weight and position maintained by just his hands on the bed... his arms are rocks.  Up and down slowly.  It's a sight.  We finish with a more routine "him on his back".  He cums a little.

 

It's all very light hearted.  A lot of laughing and faces.

 

We chat afterwards.  He's from Curitiba.  He's 19.  He travels the country working in saunas (he listed at least 7 cities).  He likes Porto Alegre because it's "very gay".  He's bisexual... doesn't have a girlfriend... would like to study "Administration" in the future (though I suspect he'll just carry on doing this).  He managed to quickly rent a flat in POA when he arrived (very unusual given Brazilian bureaucracy) and I suspect this is because he had the money to do so.

 

I ask "Everyone knows you're active... why did you agree to be passive for me?.

"Because I like your face"

 

Agreed 200

Paid 200

(and I give him 2 pairs of Calvin Kleins that I still had left over)

 

Back at the apartment…

As a "present" for Fabio, I book a guy from Vivalocal (Fabio is basically sex starved in Mario Quintana)... and he arrives within 20 minutes of Fabio's arrival at my apartment...

 

Kauan

Well he was nice when he turned up.  Probably very surprised that he was being asked to have sex with a "former" garoto.  They had a drink. Went to it on the bed.  I wasn't interested.  I was writing this diary.  Over in 20 minutes.

From what I was told later... he's smaller than me... he couldn't keep hard...

 

And then it gets a bit different... Fabio asks if I've eaten and should we all go out for a meal... we cannot find a restaurant so let's go to McDonalds... I'm going to have to drive... they're chatting away... Kauan wants the music on... Fabio puts the music on... I'm buying McDonalds... Kauan would like to study to be an estate agent... and he likes cannabis... he's been barred from Mezzaninu for 1 week for using his mobile phone... I cannot really see the point of all this because Kauan isn't gay... he's not going to suddenly declare his love for Fabio... I'm beginning to feel a bit used... sort of garotos squeezing the client for everything they can...  Fabio senses I'm not happy.  We return to the apartment.  Kauan calls an Uber.

Agreed 230 (200 +30 Uber)

Paid 230 + Big Mac

I spend the night with Fabio. 

Tomorrow Curitiba.

[Tartegogo]

On ‎12‎/‎26‎/‎2017 at 11:23 PM, PopeFrancis said:

Matteus-Henrique

Having seen him enter whilst I was waiting for a key for the first room, he quickly went to the top of my "to do" list.

I'd seen him on vivalocal so expected him to say he was called Henrique.

But instead he called himself Matteus.

He's 18.

Beautiful eyes.

Poor kisser but sucks and takes it.

He is saving money because he would like to be a doctor.

Asked 100

Paid 120

I am now extremely jealous because I know for certain that this boy is my Bruno's roommate Matteus, which I found incredibly cute and endearing, but I had no idea he was available! I thought he was not a GP and therefore obviously I did not dare to ask if he could join me and Bruno for fun at the hotel, on our memorable 3-party night. I missed out on trying him! 

[Riobard]

By the time I got to Pope Frank's day 7 I was so fed up with the typically obsessional and inane money/gift riffing that I threw in the towel as was smothered by a wet blanket. The topic got off to a great start. Nothing new is being said about the currencies, even the more thoughtful insightful contributions have been covered ad infinitum. I for one can live without these interminable intermissions. An interest in Curitiba and Francis' fun (though rudely interrupted) presentation style may impel me to circle back. But I feel it is more important to protest having my enjoyment fucked over than to continue reading. 

It is like being at a 4 ring circus where the 4th ring is expendable and needs to be carpet bombed or placed stand alone once and for all. Guys, please please please shut the fuck up and allow a good post to thrive. 

I will give it a shot again next month. Maybe there will be some good unblocked information flow.

In the meantime, I have posted about Belo Hor based on an earlier commitment. My months in Rio are not about to reviewed here because , frankly, I think there is a partial collective Tourette's-like (involuntary?) verbal diarrhea slinging about money, rates, gifts, blah blah blah. And no more of my topics are going to be highjacked by this insanity. So WTF choice is there? I lack the forbearance of the scene in The Square that those of you who catch it will grasp. 

I admire your papal patience, Francis.

[floridarob]

ironic that you had to make an intermission to talk about others intermissions  

[Riobard]

Yet not situationally ironic because it did not have an effect on you the opposite of what would be expected. What is odd is gratuitous editorializing out of defensiveness. 

[Tartegogo]

24 minutes ago, Riobard said:

What is odd is gratuitous editorializing out of defensiveness

Ouch!

[floridarob]

21 hours ago, Tartegogo said:

Ouch!

Don't worry, My feeling don't get hurt easily....I'm not a bitchy queen, just a sarcastic Bostonian.

 

Funny thing is that even though I don't post much, I've been a member of this board since its inception as well as from hooboy.

Been going to Brasil nearly 20 years, back in the days when we organized parties on the roof of the Atlantico Hotel with members from here and boys from the sauna...Jr. from Point used to come as well (point was new and he had his other sauna Estacao).

I lived in Rio & SP for a couple of years off/on, know the owners of all the saunas in those 2 cities, traveled through most of the big cities, speak Portuguese and still in contact with GP's going back 15 years.

If you  come to a message board and  post your exploits, it's an open board....I'm never rude (sarcasm is sometimes interpreted as such, but is not) and I give my opinion , which is from many years of experience, my own and many that have come before us.

So what I find odd is johnny come lately's, feeling some sort of "ownership" of threads or that somehow threads going off topic isn't to their liking.....too bad.

There are some posters here that I regard as well traveled, level headed and people I like to hang out with. On the other hand  (and I've seen you in the saunas) Wouldn't want to be seen walking down the street together...... and if using big words while trying to insult someone makes you feel better/more educated.....it just makes you look like an ass in my book ,lol

 

[Tartegogo]

22 minutes ago, floridarob said:

(and I've seen you in the saunas)

You have?

Later edit: You are replying to my post, but I now think you are not talking about me in that specific paragraph, right? I mean I don't mind if you were, I am just unclear.

[Riobard]

FloridaRob, "ironic" was the bigly word ...you misused it in my view, as many often do, and now I will take this a step further and suggest you look up meanings prior to smartass comments. My post reflected some frustration about the flow of a thread. I was not aware that seniority privileged content or length of contributions. I would be OK with an enforced gradient of length and topical prerogative, but none exists here. Does it?

 It may be dramatically ironic that others are in on you being iconic though I am not. It may be situationally ironic that icy inhospitable retorts can be blown out of one's ass. It may be verbally ironic I feel a need to pull out what very little hair remains on my scalp. The only thing remotely accurate about your use of the word ironic is that it was anaemic. If anything, the length of my post was incidental. I would go as far as to offer that it was not co-incidental. It fell quite short of the breadth of the infusion of money talk I objected to. I fail to understand how there was irony in my post.

In my view, you pulled a word out of the air to justify a criticism. I myself have done this in my lifetime. When I volleyed back, you replied with a less than fully coherent CV that does little to add to the discussion. I won't share my CV here because I am not playing "Me, X ... you, Y, lesser life form". 

You know the rules. Don't engage unless you can acknowledge that what makes things most interesting is the possibility of losing ground in a debate. 

[Lucky]

Yawn.

[PopeFrancis]

I’ve spent the last few days downloading some photos from my phone… so if it all goes to plan, you’ll see the sights of Curitiba…

Day 12: Monday - Curitiba

 

In the morning, Fabio joins me for a ride back to FOCO… then an Uber to the airport.

He says goodbye.

He has to get to his shop.

 

The old terminal at POA involves lots of people following lots of coloured lines on the floor.

I get there in the end – Curitiba.

 

I chose the hotel – the Alta Reggia Plaza Hotel - based on a photo of a mural in the lobby

I advise you never to do the same.

Once I’m there, it's hard to make out what exactly has happened... is it an early 60's converted office block?

 

My suite has 3 rooms and a corridor!... a marble dining table with wooden chairs... purple chairs from the Flash Gordon set... a huge plastic orchid.

...it’s my kinda place!

 

Suitcase thrown on the bed... quick shower... and I'm google-mapping myself towards...

 

Sauna 520

 

It's difficult to put into words how upsetting this place was.

They insist on just towels.

They insist you wear their flip flops.

Mobile phones banned. 

Signs in every room.

If you don’t speak Portuguese, you’re stuffed.

 

It's just like a British sauna... bar area... sauna... wet room... showers... jacuzzi... a dark corridor with a few turns at the end... a room showing gay porn... a few rooms you can go in... and what looks like 2 bedrooms with locks.

 

It is difficult to differentiate client from garoto.  Most have beards.  Late 20s/30s.  A couple of guys say hello - they are masseurs - both with beards - both good looking but not head turning.  A really muscular black guy approaches me.  I guess he’s a garoto?  He's nice but I tell him I prefer 'magro".

 

I spend 3 hours just bouncing from bar to sauna to outside to lockers.  Clients blow jobbing one another in the sauna.  The one guy who seems younger just sits and chats with the others.

 

It’s like a beard convention.

It's terrible.

 

I walk a few blocks to...

 

Sauna Opinião

 

...which is a strange place.  It's essentially a sauna version of POA’s Bar Mixx - a run down open plan 5-room dingy bar... and shower!... with a sauna somewhere... and bedrooms and a straight video room upstairs.

 

It charges either for BAR (bar and use of rooms) or SAUNA (added sauna and locker)

 

I go for BAR... leave my bag at Reception... and take a look...

Yes it's a bar with a shower!

And yes, it really is this dark...

[PopeFrancis]

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Sauna Opinião (cont)

There's a few boys and a few clients... most wearing clothes... some in just towels.  The best guy by a mile is already in the clutches of some client... but that doesn't stop me sitting within eye view and having the odd stare.

 

With his release back to captivity, a long way off, I decide to grab the next best thing that walks past....

 

Alexandro

He's both ativo and passivo... agrees 100... we go to get a room...

 

He quickly undresses.  Kissing him is like putting your tongue into the mechanism of a clock (he has an awkward brace and barely opens his mouth)... he doesn't suck... and when it comes to passivo... I have never seen anyone clench their buttocks so tight and he actually pulls away from you as you advance… it’s like being magnets that repel one another.  Despite this he keeps saying he’s passivo.  I keep telling him he's not.  No I don't want to be wanked off.  Not knowing enough Portuguese to argue any reduced payment, I give him 100.  He's a liar.

Agreed 100

Paid 100

 

Jhonathan

...is the guy I saw earlier… and he’s now a free man again... he is playing on his phone on a sofa... I sit at opposite end... few eye contacts and he indicates for me to come over...

 

He's both ativo and passivo... agrees 100... we go to a room...

 

He kisses only just... he has a beautifully thin body and a large chunky dick... he then slowly goes down into sucking with a condom... slowly... and I suck him... he lies on his back... I fuck him... slowly.  There's no emotion.  But he's beautiful. 

Agreed 100

Paid 120

 

...and so I buy him a drink... I'm informed by the barman that he's not Jhonathan - he's "Pica-Pau"!

...and it seems that is what everyone calls him.

 

Pica-Pau is the name for Woodpecker (and also the name for Woody Woodpecker)

In this case it's his hairstyle that is leading to the comparison.

 

We're at the bar... and we're having some sort of conversation!... he speaks slowly... he knows a few English words... the barman joins in... recommending tourist attractions, restaurants, areas to see... telling me that Wednesday night at Sauna Opinião is the big night... you won't find anyone at 520...

 

"Pica" (as people regularly shout to him)... says he lives with his girlfriend (he shows me a photo of them together... she is stunning)... I think he does some work at a computer... he'll be here tomorrow... but he won't come on Wednesday because there's too much competition... he gets more clients if he just wears the towel rather than street clothes... he hopes for 2 clients per night...

 

More than anything here, was his willingness to try and communicate... it was really nice.

 

It’s about 9.30pm.  No new clients... no new boys... I leave...

Having not eaten for a while, I manage a burger and chips and a "strawberry split" at the corner cafe by my hotel.

 

[PopeFrancis]

Day 13: Tuesday - Curitiba

I've got to do this sightseeing... so I'll Uber it today...

 

Opera House de Arame (Wire Opera House)

It's a glass concert venue set across a lake.  To get there you walk across a mesh bridge.  It’s exciting.  It’s a bit scary.  It’s a place where you don’t want to drop your phone… Paul McCartney's been there (yawn!). 

The place itself is closed, but you can see inside and their clearly setting up for some sort of show in the future.

Beneath the venue is café which is open.  There are lots of people here taking photos.

[PopeFrancis]

Day 13: Tuesday - Curitiba

 

Museu Oscar Neimeyer

This a grand museum/gallery complex – designed by Neimeyer.  It’s perhaps more contrived than many of his more well known buildings and, given it’s shape, it’s unsurprisingly known as “the Eye”.

The shows are excellent… with everything written in English as well as Portuguese.  There’s an exhibition of Cuban wooden sculpture with a distinctly homoerotic feel… loads of other art shows… a few rooms dedicated to the Curitiba Biennial… an exhibition on the works and life of Neimeyer… and then eventually… when you finally get into the “Eye” itself, a massive show of contemporary Chinese art.  I got a bit fixated on a video of a man underwater.