A Newbie's 2nd Time in Brazil: Sao Paulo and Porto Alegre

[numazu]

Day 0: The Setup

Previous post: 

OK, so after my first trip, I am not such a newbie to Brazil anymore. I visited my first (and only) Brazilian sauna to date (the legendary 117, everything it is hyped up to be and more), got my first garoto de programa experience (lucked out on a gorgeous carioca, did not get robbed or decapitated), got to make some friends (a couple of Paulistanos, some Cariocas, and some Nordestinos (peeps from the Northeast Brazil, Salvador and Natal). I am ready for more, of course, primarily to at least spend more time at the saunas when I can. I spent 3 weeks in Brazil last time and only had time for a sauna visit on my last night, so I have to work on this.

Just a background: I am 36 year-old Asian American from California, and I travel some for work. I'm a bit familiar with Colombia and Mexico, and trying to make inroads into Brazil. I've been learning Portuguese casually since late last year just for the heck of it using a once- or twice- a week Skype lesson online from a nice lady living in the South of Brazil. I've been currently struggling with verb conjugation, and my vocabulary is still limited, but between work and personal life and procrastination, it is the probabaly the best I can do at this stage.

After spending Carnaval in Barranquilla, Colombia (with some Chaturbate boys) in March, I decided to cash in some miles and get a nice week-long Brazil trip. My United Mileage Awards search pointed me to some Super Saver Business Class flight on Avianca. Having used Copa Air as my primary airline to South America from California, using Avianca was a needed change of pace, because layovers in Tocumen Airport in Panama City has long worn out its welcome with me. Since business class award seats were only available on Sao Paulo flights in the dates I was looking to fly, I let the airline points gods choose my fate and decided that Sao Paulo will be my my entry point to Brazil.

I don’t do anything without a goal, even with my vacations. My goal for Colombia was to visit its top 5 cities (in population), which I have completed last month with the Bogota trip (so I now have expanded this goal to top 10 – I am 6 for 10 so far). Since Brazil is bigger (and possibly better), my goals needs to be as ambitious, or more. My goal for Brazil: to visit every state in the country. To date, I have visited the states Rio de Janeiro, Sao Paulo, Rio Grande do Norte (Natal) and Bahia (Salvador). So what state should I visit this time to accompany Sao Paulo? A short search of the Latin Section of this site yielded more mentions of Porto Alegre (apart from Salvador) as a nice 3rd city, in addition to RJ and SP.

So I do some research and ask my Portuguese teacher, who is from the south (Floripa, Santa Catarina) just to see what she thought of Porto Alegre. Also, the promise of meeting more light-skinned, light-eyed Brazilians sounded intriguing (-ish), so I look for round trip flights to PA from Sao Paulo. I ran into some cheap fares on Azul airlines. Without looking at reviews for the airline and its flight record I booked it. Gotta take a leap of faith once in a while. So I guess Rio Grande do Sul is going to be my 5^th state.

And then there is the matter of companions. I am still in discovery mode in Brazil so I am eager to see the tourist sites, and having a local companion show you the way is always superior to just going it alone. There is still a lot of Sao Paulo I want to see, and I also wanted to go to Gramado and Canela in the south, to supplement the Porto Alegre visit. I could just leave it to chance and just find companions when I am there (and possibly burn a lot of minutes on Grindr or take a chance on a garoto), or I can do what I do usually: invite friends and/or boys I met in previous trips to accompany me on the next one. A lot of sexy Brasilerios to choose from, but two stood out for me: A 22-year-old Nordestino office worker from Salvador who me and the BF met at a party, who I have been Whatsapping and Instragraming with  me all these months, and Gabriel, the Carioca garoto I had a GP with last trip in Rio, who was also my first hire for Brazil. These two I thought I had the most chemistry with, and it is nice to compare notes to which boy is better the free one, or the garoto?

My last, but (most?) important goal is of course to visit as many saunas as I can. It will be tricky with the presence of the two boys I've invited, but I will have at least 3 nights of alone time I can do this in. I only had one night last trip.  Let's see how many nights I can get at the sauna this trip.

So this is the setup. I write very detailed trip reports because it is the only way I know how. Continue or no?

[lucasgi1614502764]

Yes Please. I really enjoyed your report. 

[msclelovr]

Pleas do keep writing in detail ;-)

[Tartegogo]

Please yes!

[wncdemcub]

Please yes

[numazu]

Day 1: Sao Paulo

Back home people always ask me: why would one ever go to Sao Paulo? What is there? Isn't Rio the place where everyone goes to? I had the same misgivings about Sao Paulo, even if it was the first Brazilian city I've ever visited (last December).  Rio is stunning with its natural beauty and unique laid-back atmosphere for sure, but after being impressed with Bogota and how metropolitan and cultured it is (and how different it was from the natural beauty and laid-back atmosphere of the Colombian caribbean coast in Cartagena), I was eager to appreciate Sao Paulo as a city with similar charms. Rio can have its beaches for now. I was ready to discover, for the second time, the more buttoned-up Sao Paulo. Its time to hangout with Jackie Kennedy, after having fun with Marilyn Monroe.

I took a Biz class Avianca flight (booked through miles) from LAX to Bogota. It’s only a 6 hour and 15 minute flight, and by the time food service arrives, I'll only have about 4 hours of sleep, even with the lie-flat seats. I wait at what must be the largest Star Alliance lounge I've ever been at, take photos of the tarmac while waiting at the terrace:

Sent some photos to my 22-year-old Nordestino friend from Salvador who will be joining me in Sao Paulo, to tell me I am on my way, and he promptly posts those photos on Instagram (sans my face thank god). He must be excited. Pretty soon I board my flight. We are given these pretty nice Tumi amenity kits:

The food service comes and goes, I pop in two Advil PMs, recline completely, and sleep... to be woken up by the flight attendant to ask me if I wanted breakfast. I slept pretty soundly. I muttered out an annoyed "Si!" and got situated. Used my Amenity kit to freshen up as we head over to Bogota airport.

The airport is still familiar of course, having just left it about 11 days prior. The Avianca boarding was a shit show and the gate changed twice, as panicked people ran back and forth the massive El Dorado International in Bogota. This is unfortunately a common feature of this airport. We finally boarded. Another Tumi amenity kit. I didn’t even bother with food service. I reclined fully and went to sleep, wanting to be fresh for Sao Paulo. But in reality, how does one sit still when Brazil is on the horizon. My mind was racing with the possibilities of the week. I watch "I, Tonya" to pass the time (good movie, Tonya Harding had a rough life). Pretty soon we get to Guarulhos.

It took me 12 minutes to wait in line at immigration. The immigration had one question "Turismo?" To which I said "Sim!" Rushed through baggage claim because I only had carry-on with me. Turned on my roaming on my phone ($10 a day on AT&T International Day Pass). Got Uber to figure out where I was. Put "Intercontinental" and it found the Sao Paulo hotel. It showed that the journey was 48 minutes. I'm pretty sure with "muito transito" the journey will be longer.  I always forget how big Sao Paulo is.

I go up to the Departures level and looked for Check in counter D, since that was where one of the Uber stops were. The driver was already there when I get to the curb. I put my roller bag and backpack in the backseat with me. The driver confirms the address of our destination (Sim, obrigado), and then speeds away. The drive was pretty ordinary, though some trouble getting out of Guarulhos. So much traffic.

An hour goes by and we get to the Intercontinental. $18 for the Uber ride. Taking advantage of my loyalty to IHG properties when I travel for work has its perks, and it meant cashing in a whole lot of points for this trip, I decided on the Intercontinental after staying at an AirBNB in Bela Vista with my BF the prior trip. My first companion for this trip is a budding body builder, and so before the trip he asked if my hotel had a gym.  I always remember sex after the gym is always amazing, with muscles still swole from the workout, so I made sure I got a hotel that had a more than decent fitness facility. Post-gym sex for 3 days!

Check-in was fine. Receptionist spoke english well. Made sure that my companion's name was in the reservation (it was). Got a double upgrade, which meant at least a suite. The room was lovely, got a pretty nice view of Sao Paulo, and, 10 minutes later, got my sweet amenity (they ask if you wanted the sweet or salty amenity) and some free water. Pretty pathetic amenity compared to other intercontinentals (in Europe there is at least always Champagne):

When all was said and done it was 6:30 PM, which I guess is prime sauna time. It was a Friday, I'm in Sao Paulo, what should I do? I do the pathetic thing and fire up Grindr. It took a while but soon I get some messages. Got the typical Garoto offers:

This one is asking for 300 reals - $80 (https://gustavo-goiano.webnode.com):

Looks good, but too rich for me:

This one was fine for 200 reals - $53, but only Ativo so it wont work for me (http://www.garotolandia.com.br/lucasnahad.html):

But tonight, because I am too "preguicoso" to do anything because of the long flight, the pillow-top mattress, and the room service dinner I just ordered (Picadinho with risotto and some farofa, 65 reals - $18, with a free glass of wine), I just try to chat up some guys and see where it lead:

After two hours of Grindr talking, eating my dinner, watching TV (NBA playoffs in Portuguese, not bad), I make plans with a 27-year-old Paulistano who lived near the Itaim Bibi area. I guess it’s a good sign that he asked if there was parking close to the hotel, which meant he had a car, which meant he was not going to charge me anything. He chose to Uber instead. When he got on his Uber, I got on the shower. Despite my best attempts, I was in danger of having sex in Brazil. It does not take a lot to get some here, and if you fail to land anything here, it is your own damn fault.

Sex was fun. He bottomed, of course. Insisted on bare. I obliged. I was taking PrEP, so at least he was safe. He wanted to stay over. I told him I had to get up early so it was not a good idea. It was true. The Nordestino's flight got in at 6 AM tomorrow. Got to be up for this hottie from Salvador.

But I failed tonight. No Lagoa.

Sauna: 0

Laziness: 1

[floridarob]

Intercontinental in SP was TotallyOZ's 2nd home for awhile, lol

[sanddunes]

1 hour ago, numazu1 said:

He bottomed, of course. Insisted on bare. I obliged. I was taking PrEP, so at least he was safe. 

I’m always kind of cautious with garotos (or any hookups) who offer to bottom bare.  I’ve yet to have one insist on it.

Does anyone know if Brazilians can get Prep for free with their national healthcare?

[sanddunes]

Lucas with the blue underwear is sexy!

Today was the pride parade in Sao Paulo...probably a lot of the garotos from Rio will be around Lagoa tonight

[likeohmygod]

Prep in Brazil is not free. They do pay a percentage of the full cost, but i guess it depends in the single state. 

[TotallyOz]

11 hours ago, floridarob said:

Intercontinental in SP was TotallyOZ's 2nd home for awhile, lol

Yep, stayed there a few hundred nights over the years.  They use to give me a great 60 or 90 day stay rate.  Actually, that is the hotel I met Hooboy at on my first trip to Sao Paulo and loved the hotel and stayed ever after.

[numazu]

On 6/3/2018 at 4:15 PM, floridarob said:

Intercontinental in SP was TotallyOZ's 2nd home for awhile, lol

 

17 hours ago, TotallyOz said:

Yep, stayed there a few hundred nights over the years.  They use to give me a great 60 or 90 day stay rate.  Actually, that is the hotel I met Hooboy at on my first trip to Sao Paulo and loved the hotel and stayed ever after.

A few hundred nights? Wow you're a baller TotallyOz. It's a fabulous hotel and the location is amazing. And the staff didn't seem to mind my guests either, as security didn't even bat an eye and no one even checked for ID.

On 6/3/2018 at 5:25 PM, sanddunes said:

I’m always kind of cautious with garotos (or any hookups) who offer to bottom bare.  I’ve yet to have one insist on it.

Does anyone know if Brazilians can get Prep for free with their national healthcare?

Yeah i never do it bare with sex workers ever, no matter how hot one is. With non-working guys, its a matter of instinct for me. I don't do it for everyone, but when I do it its special, and always worth it. Always came out of it still negative, fingers crossed. It's a calculated risk for me, and the PrEP I'm sure does help. I wouldn't recommend this behavior to anyone. My sexual health, my responsibility. But if one can get access to PrEP, get on it!

17 hours ago, likeohmygod said:

Prep in Brazil is not free. They do pay a percentage of the full cost, but i guess it depends in the single state. 

The BF and I are on PrEP, and we have been asked by some friends if we could import some into Brazil for them. It's still expensive in the USA, but Thailand seems to have cheaper PrEP. I wonder how they get it that cheap...

On 6/3/2018 at 5:29 PM, sanddunes said:

Lucas with the blue underwear is sexy!

Today was the pride parade in Sao Paulo...probably a lot of the garotos from Rio will be around Lagoa tonight

SP Pride will be a goal for me next year. All the photos from friends of the parade and parties had me envious.

I am curious then, are the saunas super busy during Pride? Overflowing Cabinas? More garotos than customers? Too many customers?

[Blackoch]

Looking forward to read the rest 

[likeohmygod]

9 hours ago, numazu1 said:

The BF and I are on PrEP, and we have been asked by some friends if we could import some into Brazil for them. It's still expensive in the USA, but Thailand seems to have cheaper PrEP. I wonder how they get it that cheap...

Because they make the drugs on their own, ignoring patents and cutting the sale price of more than 90% in some cases.

BTW I was curious to ask you guys this question...in particular to numazu.

How the hell do you get all those messages from garotos de programa on Grindr on Brazil? I mean, I have always used it to be a great source of GPs in Brazil, but that's because i was contacting them. The only time I tried to write on my profile that i was looking for paid sex, i got banned.

[wncdemcub]

2 hours ago, likeohmygod said:

Because they make the drugs on their own, ignoring patents and cutting the sale price of more than 90% in some cases.

BTW I was curious to ask you guys this question...in particular to numazu.

How the hell do you get all those messages from garotos de programa on Grindr on Brazil? I mean, I have always used it to be a great source of GPs in Brazil, but that's because i was contacting them. The only time I tried to write on my profile that i was looking for paid sex, i got banned.

If you put on your profile something like open to GP or something like looking for Nice Guy$$$ people get the message without explicitly saying it

[numazu]

Day 2: Sao Paulo with a Baiano

It is common practice for me to look for a companion when I want to do a lot of touristy stuff at a place I am visiting for the first time. This has been particularly useful in my previous Brazil trip, where my BF at the time, a Brazilian (another story for another time), accompanied for 2 of the 3 weeks I was there. Obviously he knew the language, and was fluent in English as well, having lived in Europe for a few years now. In my Colombia trips, I’ve always been accompanied by either Colombian or Venezuelan Chaturbate boys. All knew the language, the ins and outs of the country (if not the city), and the safety concerns one must have when traveling in this part of the world.

For this trip I sought out two people, for different halves of my trip. My Sao Paulo companion was a 22-year-old telemarketer from Salvador. Let's call this boy Marcos. The (then) BF and I met Marcos when we visited the city, at a mutual friend’s party. Marcos added me on Instagram during the party (as a pre-Whatsapp step – check out the guy’s Insta first before committing to Whatsapp). He was very prolific on Instagram (as most people his age) and had thousands of followers due to his thirst-trap type photos he posts. But he’s not just a pretty face. His Insta timeline is always chockfull of videos of him talking about the current events of the day, shirtless.  The videos are just him talking, usually about politics, but since he is shirtless and his delicious chest (and abs) are in full view of the audience, he gets a lot of likes and delightful and creepy messages.

Marcos and I have been messaging back and forth after my January trip. When I told him I was going to Sao Paulo he immediately asked me if he could go with me. I didn’t have to think about it too long. He was handsome, young, and since he is a budding bodybuilder, his body was on point. But he was also educated and had passable English, unlike most garotos (I am assuming). The problem was the motivation: I did not know if he was interested in having sex with me, or if it was even on the table. But I knew that he didn’t earn enough to be able to afford the RT airfare from Salvador to Sao Paulo, as well as pay for his share of food and other things, so I had to take care of all of that. I don’t always assume sex in on the table (but in my experience, it usually is).

But he was charming, and smart, and would be a formidable (and interesting) companion for me as I dive into the touristic and cultural delights of the city. If sex was on the table, great! If not, I can always look for it on my own, or wait till he leaves in 2 days and catch the next Uber to Lagoa. I look at airfares for him: about $150, which was not bad. He then sends me photos of his CPF (I love doing this, I like seeing CPFs of guys), and I use the info on the CPF to get him a LATAM flight. I take the leap of faith, as I usually do in most situations, and invite him to Sao Paulo.

Since he had work till Friday evening, he opted for a 3 AM, Saturday morning flight from Salvador, which got him to Sao Paulo at 6 AM. He took the Monday off, instead using the day to fly back to Salvador. I insisted on getting him the 6:25 PM flight back, which meant he had to be at the airport at 5 PM, which meant he had to leave the hotel at 4 PM, which meant I had time to go to Lagoa after he left. One must think about these things when on a (semi) sex tour.

Before he left, he forwarded me a list of places he wanted to visit in Sao Paulo. I like a guy who knows exactly what he wants. He really really wanted to play the tourist:

So Saturday morning, I await his arrival. He texts me saying he has arrived. He takes an Uber and tells me he is 45 minutes away. I shower and make same coffee. Pretty soon he texts me to say he is at the lobby. 5 minutes later he is at the door. Since his name is in the reservation he was able to get a key to the room, and used the key to operate the elevator up to my floor. I hear the door open in the living room. I wait for him to find his way to the bedroom.

I see his head poke though the bedroom door. “What are you doing?” he asks me. “Waiting for you.” I head over his way and extend a hand to shake his. He pulls me in for a hug. “Nice to see you again.” He says warmly. He tells me about his journey - it’s his first time flying, he is very tired, he is excited about the hotel. He tells me he wants to shower and get going on our tour of the city. The next sequence is magical: he takes off all of his clothes, heads over to the bathroom, and turns on the shower. After a minute he pokes his head out and asks “You want to join?” I guess there was going to be sex after all.  I fuck him in the shower. Life is good.

Can’t give out photos of him of course. But I have permission to post his a pic of his cock (changing skin tone, etc), which I had to crop from a magnificent full-body shot that I took:

The rest of him wasn’t half bad either. Pecs, abs, biceps, ass, handsome face. This kid was the embodiment of everything you expect from Brazil. Being from the North East, he seemed to have more “Indio” in him as there was white and black. A perfect mix.

Oh, and as promised, he ran me ragged today playing tourist. I didn’t mind. He was gregarious and charming and was chock full of knowledge about Sao Paulo and Brazilian culture.  Places we went to today:

MASP – the Sao Paulo Museum of Art. Walkable from the Intercontinental. Nice first location for us. We had time between walking from one art installation to another to get to know each other. His English was not as good as I thought, but he tried hard anyway.

These two paintings called “Retirantes” held a special meaning to Marcos. It was about Brazilian Northeastern Migrants, his ancestors, and their suffering during the drought in the last century. Touching explanation from Marcos. I’m glad I was able to get him here to see this piece of art in person:

Mid-day we noticed Paulista Avenue was closed to traffic today due to a cycling/health festival. Lot of things to see:

After, I took Marcos to his first subway ride ever, on the Sao Paulo Metro. He was beyond thrilled. I showed him how to use Google Maps to know which lines to use and which stops to look out for, as we made our way to the Sao Paulo cathedral (from the Consolacao station to the Se station, two lines, transferring in Paraiso station). Cheap fare – 4 Reals or $1 for a single ride ticket:

The Sao Paulo Cathedral was pretty nice:

We walk down through Rua Quinze de Novembro and of course we see some sexy soccer/football action, seemingly a regular sight in the country:

And some concert happening ahead:

We take an Uber to Beco de Batman (Batman’s Alley), an alleyway with a dense concentration of graffiti. We get a Bud and admire the art:

And at sundown we head back through Uber, satisfied with our day:

We did a lot in just a few hours. What I saw was a living, breathing dynamic city, through the eyes of my equally dynamic companion. I did not feel unsafe at all through all this. It was a pretty refreshing feeling, especially in Brazil, a supposedly fairly dangerous country.

We were exhausted, and took a nap when we got to the hotel. We woke up pretty late, ordered room service, and just had a night in. Sex before bed of course. I guess it was always on the table.

But, failure with my tally today. Maybe tomorrow?

Sauna: 0
Laziness: 1
Hot Boy Tour of the City: 1

[numazu]

On 6/5/2018 at 5:28 AM, likeohmygod said:

BTW I was curious to ask you guys this question...in particular to numazu.

How the hell do you get all those messages from garotos de programa on Grindr on Brazil? I mean, I have always used it to be a great source of GPs in Brazil, but that's because i was contacting them. The only time I tried to write on my profile that i was looking for paid sex, i got banned.

I’m never explicit about my intentions on Grindr. I don’t put on there that I’m looking for sex, or for garotos, or have any $$$ on my profile. The headline on my profile is simple but has been effective in both attracting local guys AND paid guys, at least for me. Your mileage may vary. 

Warning: this is not my actual Display Name, but close enough. One or two words, in the country’s language, followed by an American flag. You can’t do much. You only have 15 characters to work with.

These words plus flag combination is what i use in Latin America, from Mexico to Uruguay, and including Brazil. I don’t know if that’s what makes it work or not. I also have my real photo on there. Useful for local guy hookups.

I almost never initiate contact. The beauty about this part of the world is that there are always horny guys out there, as well as hot guys in need of cash, or both. It’s like watching a Christmas tree light up, as I have said before. Drains my cellphone battery a lot.

I get a fair number of messages from prostitutes when in Colombia. Ditto Brazil. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the American flag in my profile, a signal to them that I may have gringo dollars. It might be my stupid face, or the fact I’m fresh meat, as I’m never in a place for more than a week or two. Who knows. But it works for me.

[numazu]

Day 3: More Sao Paulo, more Marcos

I’ve always been fascinated by the racial mix of Brasileiros. When I look into Marcos’ face (my handsome and gregarious companion from Salvador) I see a lot going on. He has the classic Italian nose (that goes well with his light brown eyes) that I notice on most of the boys I am attracted to possess. He has gorgeous olive skin, a skin tone you would expect from someone who lives in perpetual summer, until you see him naked and realize that it is not just a tan, as it was his natural skin color. His eyes had a little bit of Asian shape to them, probably a product of Brazilian Northeastern Indios mixing with other races throughout the centuries. And his cock, his beautiful fat and formidable cock, and his naturally athletically muscular physique, could only come from African origins. I like to journey far and wide to look for beauty. And its beauty like his is what makes those 14 hours on a plane that much worth it.

My second day with Marcos was filled with same frantic touristic pace we had yesterday. I was letting him dictate the pace because it was fun seeing him all excited and pumped up to discover the city. I remember once upon a time, having this wide-eyed fascination with traveling, and it is nice to at least get a contact-high for discovery as Marcos was having for Sao Paulo. Not to get into any details of the day, but after breakfast we started with walking around Parque Ibirapuera, a massive park within Sao Paulo similar to what Central Park is to New York City, and just admire the scenery and the people and have conversations about life and such. We go back to the hotel to shower and then hoofed it towards Rua Augusta and Oscar Friere Avenue to see Sao Paulo’s version or Rodeo Drive (a famous shopping haven in Beverly Hills, California). Marcos bought some items from the shops there. It was important to him that the shopping bags that his merchandise came in had the words “Oscar Frieire” on them, to show his friends and family back home that he shopped in the famous shopping district.

It was a Sunday, so shops closed a little earlier than usual, so we decided to take it easy the rest of the day and see a movie. We had to see the new Avengers movie of course, and I insisted that we see it in dubbed Portuguese:

It was not as hard to understand as I thought it would (though it is not exactly Pulitzer prize winning material).

After having dinner in the mall, we just walked around Paulista Avenue. We spent the rest of the evening ducking in and out of stores and cafes, observing the various impromptu street “shows” that happen in almost every corner, and people watching the seemingly hundreds of people out and about in the city tonight, just hanging out, doing the same thing we were. We talked about how seemingly safe it was to just walk the length of Paulista Avenue and not feel in danger of being robbed. Maybe we were naive but thats how it felt tonight. We talked about the Rio contrast, where you had to fear for your life and your belongings if you made a wrong turn or not paying attention. He said he would move to Sao Paulo in a heartbeat, but would not want to move to Rio. As we walked around he showed me places on Paulista where famous protests and rallies were held during the various crises the country have faced through the years. He told me about the current crisis, and how poisonous it was in eroding the population’s confidence in their government. The country’s going to blow up soon, he said, as it had numerous times before.

It was 10 PM as we walked back to the hotel. He suggests ordering in some wine and fruits to help us relax for the rest of the night. He goes to the bathroom and fills the tub/Jacuzzi with hot water. After 20 minutes the libations arrive and Marcos stages the bathroom with the fruit and drinks for our delectation. We both undress, get in the still hot water, and enjoy the evening. We talk, we laugh, he puts in a minute-long Instragram live stream of him in the tub, with the wine, and the fruit, telling his countless fans about what he was up to.

It was his last night with me. With this kind of attention I was almost tempted to ask him to stay longer. ALMOST. I am a sex tourist after all, and no matter how much romancing I get from this gorgeous one, I am still a slut at heart. As god as my witness, I’m going to Lagoa tomorrow!

So, failure again with my tally, but tonight, I didn’t care as much:

Sauna: 0
Laziness: 1
Hot Boy Tour of the City: 2

[TotallyOz]

1 hour ago, numazu1 said:

Day 3: More Sao Paulo, more Marcos

My second day with Marcos was filled with same frantic touristic pace we had yesterday. I was letting him dictate the pace because it was fun seeing him all excited and pumped up to discover the city. I remember once upon a time, having this wide-eyed fascination with traveling, and it is nice to at least get a contact-high for discovery as Marcos was having for Sao Paulo. Not to get into any details of the day, but after breakfast we started with walking around Parque Ibirapuera, a massive park within Sao Paulo similar to what Central Park is to New York City, and just admire the scenery and the people and have conversations about life and such. We go back to the hotel to shower and then hoofed it towards Rua Augusta and Oscar Friere Avenue to see Sao Paulo’s version or Rodeo Drive (a famous shopping haven in Beverly Hills, California). Marcos bought some items from the shops there. It was important to him that the shopping bags that his merchandise came in had the words “Oscar Frieire” on them, to show his friends and family back home that he shopped in the famous shopping district.
 

I love Parque Ibirapuera. It is great.  Do they still have gay cruising at night?  I loved the vibe of the sex Brazil guys chatting and drinking and listening to music.

[docbr]

Ow numazu1 your reports are real dangerous for the weak like me... they make me want to board on the next plane to São Paulo...

[Alaskabear]

You travel exactly how I travel!    I’ve had the absolute best experiences with local guys showing me their city.  From India and Thailand to Egypt and Jordan.  Mexico and colombia and Cuba.    These trips really are so much more enriching than doing it alone.   And sex is better (for me at least) when I’ve built up that connection throughout the day.    Thank you for your fantastic posts!   And also for the peep show as well.    

[axiom2001]

Numazu, ...have definitely enjoyed reading about your travels in Brasil.  Your photos brought back memories which further piqued my interest for future travel to my favorite country, with Rio being my most favorite city based on some of the things that you wrote about it.  I've always liked its omnipresent beat!

...loved the garotos website; unfortunately, I can't read Brasilian Portugese.  That Arab guy, as he calls himself, is one hell of a hunk.  While I viewed his innumerable photos-- I further yearned to be with him!      

Continue to write and share when time permits!  Obrigado!

[numazu]

Day 4: Sao Paulo Hustle

There is one thing I constantly struggle with when I am on travel: I want a taste of everything. I want a lot of boys, I want a lot of running around the city, and I want to be romanced. The perfect scenario for me would be this: having a charming gorgeous boy who is (1) adventurous enough to discover the sites with me, (2) romantic enough to give me the boyfriend experience, and (3) slutty enough to give me a great time in the sack, (4) invite over others boys to play with us, but (5) not clingy enough to not get jealous if I venture out to find boys for myself. It is nigh impossible to get all this in one gorgeous boy, so I have to drop two or even three things in my wishlist sometimes. It’s the very definition of a first world problem, and one that I gladly wrestle with in every trip.

(Can speak intelligible English used to be number (6), but with my Spanish and Portuguese improving every trip, this has become less and less important.)

Marcos, as you may have guessed, has (1), (2) and (3) in spades, all wrapped up in a handsome, sexy and muscular Brazilian package. But he would never go for (4), and is the opposite of (5). But I am not complaining. He rocks my socks off in bed, the visuals are very impressive, and his intelligence and smarts with (1) and cutesy demeanor for (2) all more than makes up for the lack in other criteria.  But after a few days, I eventually will want some (4) and (5). In my trips, I don’t want to have a BF, I just want to borrow one for a few days.

So today was Marcos’ last day with me. His time with me running around Sao Paulo was indeed memorable, and the sexy parts were equally memorable as well. But it was time to spread my wings and look for other meat. I specifically booked Marcos’ flight to be in the late afternoon, so we have some time to say our goodbyes (read: one more roll in the hay), as well as maybe visit another tourist spot before he leaves, but it will give me enough time to high tail it to Lagoa to get my first taste of Sao Paulo saunas. Let’s see how this day goes.

His alarm wakes us up at 9 AM. He really wants to get the ball rolling today. We shower together, have some hanky-panky in the shower (thank goodness for big showers), and get a quick breakfast at the hotel bar in the lobby, filling up on pastries, coffee and suco de laranja, and we talked about the remaining tourist spots on his list that were doable with the roughly 4 hours we had today. Visiting the zoo and aquarium were not doable. But he thought doing some last minute shopping would be good. So he suggested two places with good shopping options: the other famous shopping street 25 de Marco, and the shopping institution Mercado Municipal.

We decided to go to Rua 25 de Marco first. I must admit I did not know anything about this place, but trusted my young ward’s decision making. We Ubered it to a general spot on Rua 25 de Marco (15 reals). As we got closer to the street we noticed a slowing of traffic, and the increase number of pedestrians in the streets. Marcos and the driver have a short convo about our options before Marcos decided that we had to get off the Uber.  And there it was, probably one of the densest concentration of shops, people, and cars I’ve seen in a while:

Marcos whispers to me to “check on your wallet and cellphone” to protect it from pickpocketers. As I try to stuff all my belongings in my front pockets, Marco films some segments for his Insta stories, telling his fans where he was and his initial impressions of this shopping institution. He and I snap lots of photos (as I deftly try to protect my phone). Marcos tells me what he knows about this place, and says that he wants to buy a few electronic items from the “Oriental Mall”, and other souvenirs in the main shopping areas.

The Oriental mall was interesting. Marco purchased some cellphone cases, chargers, a Bluetooth headset, and an Apple Watch knockoff.  He also bought me a nice Apple Watch band knockoff that looked like a Louis Vuitton product, for 10 reals. I thank him for his generosity. I use the watch band on my Apple Watch my first day back in the USA, and the band disintegrates 30 minutes into my gym session later that day. That is a record. Thank goodness the watch itself did not get damaged. It’s the thought that counts I guess.

When Marco has his fill of the shops in Rua 25 de Marco, he google maps “Mercado Municipal” and sees that it was just a 20 minute walk from where we were. After walking in the increasing humidity of the city, we see our goal:

The inside was as impressive. Lots of foodstuffs, souvenir items, and other local delicacies. We buy some food to eat because we were hungry, and after we walked around the massive warehouse and saw a lot of nice things, but did not buy anything. I happened to glance at my watch and saw that it was 2:30 PM! Time flies when you’re having fun. I tell Marcos that we had to go. He nods. We go and window shop a few more stores before heading out. I fired up my Uber app and tried to get a ride. From the map in the app, it seemed that all the cars were too far away! One car eventually accepted our ride, but it said it was 20 minutes away. We tried to wait for it but after 15 minutes the car was still about 17 minutes away. Muito transito. This was unacceptable. I canceled the ride and Marcos tried to hail a taxi. After 10 minutes we were able to snag one. We calmed down a bit as the car tried to navigate us through Sao Paulo traffic.

We got to the hotel and sprinted up to the elevators. In the room Marcos stripped off all his clothes, goes in the bathroom and turned on the shower. He peeked his head out the door and asked me again “Are you coming?” I told him “You will miss your flight!” He says “I don’t care,” as he reached for my hand and led me to the shower. I hurriedly disrobed and joined him. A little soap here, a little nibble there. He backed into to me and just like that I was fucking him. If this was his way of saying hello and goodbye, I have got to see this kid more.

After the shower he hurriedly packed up his stuff. He didn’t bother fixing his hair. When he was done he gives me a bear hug and asked if I could call him an Uber for Guarulhos airport. “Five minutes away,” I tell him. We kiss one last time and head out to the lobby. The car was already there. He puts his suitcase in the back, opens the passenger door and gets in. I take the car door handle and shut the door. Marcos looks at me through the window bewildered. He gets out of the car and asks, “You’re not coming?” I tell him no. He looked disappointed. He gives me one last hug and asks me to Whatsapp him. He gets back into the car, and the car speeds away.

I absentmindedly waved goodbye. My mind was already thinking about what my plans were after this: I’ll tidy up the room. I’ll eat a snack. I’ll take a shower. I’ll head over to Lagoa. I’ll invite a garoto to spend the night. I’ll fall in love.

I look at my Uber app and see that Marcos’ drive to the airport was 58 minutes.

It was 4:30 PM.

His flight was at 6:00 PM.

Will he make it? Continued…

[Walker]

2 hours ago, numazu1 said:

 I use the watch band on my Apple Watch my first day back in the USA, and the band disintegrates 30 minutes into my gym session later that day. That is a record. Thank goodness the watch itself did not get damaged. It’s the thought that counts I guess.

Sorry but I am a little confused.  Are you back in the USA now and this diary is from the past?  I thought this is a real time event.

[numazu]

On 6/6/2018 at 10:04 PM, TotallyOz said:

I love Parque Ibirapuera. It is great.  Do they still have gay cruising at night?  I loved the vibe of the sex Brazil guys chatting and drinking and listening to music.

I did not know that this was a thing. Must check on it next time I am in SP.

On 6/6/2018 at 10:36 PM, docbr said:

Ow numazu1 your reports are real dangerous for the weak like me... they make me want to board on the next plane to São Paulo...

I am reliving my trip with what i write here, and my writing makes me also want to board the next plane to SP. I had so much fun.

On 6/6/2018 at 10:54 PM, Alaskabear said:

You travel exactly how I travel!    I’ve had the absolute best experiences with local guys showing me their city.  From India and Thailand to Egypt and Jordan.  Mexico and colombia and Cuba.    These trips really are so much more enriching than doing it alone.   And sex is better (for me at least) when I’ve built up that connection throughout the day.    Thank you for your fantastic posts!   And also for the peep show as well.    

Thanks. You got the gist of why I do travel the way I do. I've met so many friends with this method. The problem is they want to see you again next trip, but all you want is to meet others. But its a good problem to have.

On 6/7/2018 at 5:01 PM, axiom2001 said:

Numazu, ...have definitely enjoyed reading about your travels in Brasil.  Your photos brought back memories which further piqued my interest for future travel to my favorite country, with Rio being my most favorite city based on some of the things that you wrote about it.  I've always liked its omnipresent beat!

...loved the garotos website; unfortunately, I can't read Brasilian Portugese.  That Arab guy, as he calls himself, is one hell of a hunk.  While I viewed his innumerable photos-- I further yearned to be with him!      

Continue to write and share when time permits!  Obrigado!

Muito obrigado amigo. I am wondering now why I did not get the "arab" when I was there. He is indeed yummy. I will try to get him next time. 

20 hours ago, Walker said:

Sorry but I am a little confused.  Are you back in the USA now and this diary is from the past?  I thought this is a real time event.

Apologies if it was not clear. This was a trip that concluded 3-4 weeks ago. I do not have the time while I am there to write this.