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

[numazu]

Day 4.5: Sao Paulo Crowd Control

I wasn’t that concerned at first with Marcos missing his flight. It was with LATAM after all, and half of the LATAM flights I’ve been in have been delayed. And even if Marcos checked in 30 minutes before his flight, the ground staff may still be able to accommodate him. I walk towards Paulista Avenue and to get myself a coffee to go. I order a delicious Cappuccino from one of the corner bakeries near Paulista Ave. I look at the Uber App. He was still 40 minutes from the airport. It was going to be a close one for Marcos.

It was close to 5 PM when I got back to the hotel. I figure it was still too early to go to Lagoa so I relax on the bed while sipping my coffee. I guess I was so tired from the touring today that even the coffee did not work. I shut my eyes for a minute and dozed off. I got woken up by my phone. It was ringing. I looked at it, it was a Whatsapp call from Marcos. I answered. He told me he missed his flight by 5 minutes. He said he got to the counter at 15 minutes before the flight departure time. LATAM told him that the flight closes 20 minutes before the scheduled departure. I looked at the time and it was 6:05 PM. I guess there was just too much traffic on the streets of Sao Paulo today, and he did not make it.

I asked if he could get on the next flight today. He said he did not know if there was even another flight today, but he was still at the counter waiting to be put on another flight. He was breathing heavily and was kind of panicky from his voice. He kept telling me that he was really stupid for not minding the time. I tried to calm him down and told him that whatever happens he will get back to Salvador, and told him that I tell him to keep me updated if there was any progress with getting a next flight.

I was kind of kicking myself now.  I should have high-tailed it to Lagoa the minute Marcos left. I could have at least tried getting a garoto while he was dealing with stuff in the airport. On the flip side, Marcos needed my help, and if I could not answer his calls while he helplessly looked for another flight back home, it would be bad. So I decided to sit back and wait till Marcos got his return ticket, and go to Lagoa after he got his issue resolved, or to see if he had to stay with me tonight to catch his flight tomorrow.

While waiting I fired up Grindr. As usual I had a few messages waiting for me. I read through the non-garoto messages and found some pretty promising ones. I put in some stock responses to the ones I liked. After 10 minutes of this I got a few more new messages come in. I was about to answer them when I get a slew of messages from Marcos.

He said that there were no flights for him today, but they were able to get him a flight tomorrow afternoon. He said he had to pay 50 reals for a “rebooking fee.” He said he had no choice but to pay it, but said he was relieved to get a flight out of Sao Paulo tomorrow.

He then asks me if he could go back to the Intercontinental to spend another night with me. I told him of course, but deep inside I was kind of disappointed. I guess it was partly out of our hands that the traffic in Sao Paulo is bad, both out of 25 de Marco street and the drive to the airport. It was also partly my fault for not minding the time. I was the seasoned travel, and Marcos was a newbie, and I should have known better not to take too long window shopping (and too long having sex in the shower). The sex was good though, and the touring even better, so I should not complain.

I guess Lagoa can wait. (sigh)

I then get a message on Grindr while this was all happening. I open the app up and it looks like I got a “tap” from someone. I get a lot of taps, and most of the time I ignore them, but for some reason I chose to answer this one. I looked at his profile. 22-year-old Brasileiro, 5’11, 160 pounds. His picture was great, he was in a speedo and had a fairly muscular athletic build. I had to respond:

I asked the usual, what was he into? He said the magic words: “faco tudo, voce escolhe” - I will do everything you want.

I asked for more photos. He had a lot to share. It looked like he was fairly athletic. The photos were of him doing various sports activities. His nudes were pretty good as well. Nice abs, big ass, big cock. Checked all the boxes for what you would expect from a Brazilian boy toy. Money didn’t come up once in the conversation. I had to meet him.

Marcos was telling me on Whatsapp that he was about to go to the Departures level to get an Uber to get back to the hotel. I had to think fast. Was I going to meet this guy on Grindr? Marcos was about come back. I know it takes at least 45 minutes without traffic to get back to the hotel from the airport, but I had to be sure. So I decide now if I was going to meet with the guy:

I give him my location details. He says he is in Trianon. I mapped and it was only a 9 minute walk for Grindr boy:

So with Marcos, I tell him to not bother getting an Uber because I was going to call him an Uber myself. I opened my Uber app and put in the Departure location at Guarulhos airport, and the destination location to the hotel. I offered to get the Uber so that I can track Marcos’ car while I was getting busy with this Grindr hookup. I was not going to Lagoa, but at least I’ll get this Grindr hookup before seeing my “boyfriend of the weekend.”

I sent Marcos the plate number and car make and model of his Uber ride. 5 minutes later he was on his Uber. 48 minutes said Uber. I had 48 minutes to wait for the Grindr hookup. I get a Grindr message:

“Estou aqui,” he said. He was here. I told him to go to the lobby. I waited for him at the lobby. I saw him come in the door. I made sure I caught his eye before heading to the elevators towards the back. He caught up with me at the elevators. We get to my floor. We get in the room. He kisses me in the living room. “Nice room,” he says, in English. “Thanks,” I said, as I watch him take off his shoes and socks and toss them on the floor. We go to the bedroom.

I look at my Uber app. 40 minutes till Marcos gets here. I set a timer to 30 minutes, then I set my phone down on the nightstand. I ask loverboy, “Tudo bem?” He answers “I am fine,” and then kisses me full on the mouth. Such a great kisser. The one with full tongue, full lips, lots of saliva, lots of contact. We struggle to take off each others’ clothing. He pushes me down to the bed and takes my cock in his mouth. This was going to be good.

He takes his time to enjoy my cock, and then comes up for air to kiss me again. Lots of body contact. He nibbles my nipples and takes a good suck on one of them. I take his cock too. Then I eat his ass. Nice ass on this one. Fairly muscular. Hips and thighs that are large and powerful. Big calves. He has a nice set of abs and cum gutters that I enjoy nibbling on. Normally I would need a full weekend to enjoy this kind of work of art, but for now I will have to finish the job in under 30 minutes.

He seems to know the urgency of the situation. He gets my cock good and wet. Then without warning he takes my cock in his ass. And thrusts up and down very forcefully, almost violently. It was hot, even there was some pain when he bounced on me. I was getting into it. I came pretty quickly. He felt it. I pull out and without warning he sits his ass down on my chest forcefully. I was almost out of breath but I didn’t care. He comes all over my face and neck. He gets off my chest and sits on the ned beside me. “That was good,” he says. “Muito bem!” I said, concurring completely. We laugh.

We do a quick washup. I make sure all the jizz is off my face and neck. We put our clothes back on. He asks me about my travel plans. I tell him I was going to Porto Alegre, but will be back Saturday in Sao Paulo. He tells me he wanted to see me again Saturday. I told him I will Whatsapp. I will definitely want to do that again.

I look at my Uber app. 12 minutes away. Not bad. I bid Grindr boy goodbye. I go back to the shower to get a thorough soap down. The right part of my ribs were sore, and my left nipple felt raw. Sex hazards. Once I am done I try to tidy up in the room. I see a red spot on the sheets. I guess Grindr boy left some blood from his ass on the sheets. I turned the sheet upside down to hide it. I did my best.

I do a full inspection of the room. No evidence of Grindr boy. I looks at my body. I see that my left nipple had a red mark around it from Grindr boy’s exertions. Oh well. I make myself presentable. Pretty soon Marcos was back. I meet him at the lobby. We get back to the room and Marcos hugs me. He tells me about his hellacious 3 hours, almost crying. About missing his flight. Being out 50 reals. But he is glad he is back in my arms, he said. He just wanted to relax with me tonight.

He also wanted to buy me dinner. He said it was the least he could do for me putting up with him for one more night. I insisted on McDonalds, since I was jonesing for some burgers, and I knew it was a cheap alternative for him. He does not earn enough money for a fancy meal so McDonalds was perfect. We walk to the Cidade Sao Paulo mall and I tell Marcos my order. I sit down while he gets in line and gets our order.

While I wait, I kept talking to Grindr boy on WhatsApp. I wanted to get to know him more:

Our conversation was an interesting mix of English and Portuguese, and at this point I did not need Google Translate. There was obvious chemistry between us. I had something to look forward to this Saturday.

Marcos comes back with our dinner. He buys me dessert as well, a McFlurry. Even McFlurries are somehow better here than back home:

I enjoy my last night with Marcos. It was totally tranquilo. Sex was fun, again. No comment from Marcos on the new bruises he has found on my body.

Life is good. Even if my tally is not:

Sauna: 0
Laziness: 1
Hot boy tour of the city: 2
Act of god: 1

[likeohmygod]

I do have one curiosity.

Aren't you worried about calling Uber for guys using your account? It could worsen your rating. I am like a 4.93 passenger and I'd be pissed off tk get it worse because a garoto has smashed the door of a driver

[floridarob]

You are something else.......I'm going to sell tix if you ever come visit while Tomcal is here.....

[Tomcal]

6 hours ago, likeohmygod said:

I do have one curiosity.

Aren't you worried about calling Uber for guys using your account? It could worsen your rating. I am like a 4.93 passenger and I'd be pissed off tk get it worse because a garoto has smashed the door of a driver

i always use Uber in Merida to send guys home. never had a problem...maybe because they are so tired they just want to go home to sleep! lol 

[likeohmygod]

I have never considered the possibility to track the ETA of a garoto with Uber... That's a smart idea. 

[numazu]

Day 5: Sao Paulo to Porto Alegre. Baiano to Carioca.

New adventure today! I am heading to Porto Alegre. I am leaving Marcos, the Intercontinental, and Sao Paulo behind. I am bringing with me some souvenirs from the tours, gifts from Marcos, and some bruises on my body courtesy of Grindr Boy yesterday. I was not able to go Lagoa at all the last 4 nights, and I actually had two chances to do so, but because of laziness and crowd control, I was unable to do so. But there is still next Saturday, the day I return to Sao Paulo, before I catch a flight back to the USA on the following Sunday, so I still have one more chance to visit the legendary Lagoa.

But my thoughts are not to Saturday at the moment. Right now my thoughts are to Porto Alegre, as well as Gramado and Canela. While PA has saunas, the other two cities do not, therefore I had to get a companion for this stretch, as I was not in the mood to burn hours on Grindr to find someone to tour with me. I chose Gabriel, the subject of my previous trip report. He is a garoto in Rio, working at Club 117. So since he is a garoto, unlike Marcos, I had to pay for Gabriel's time. I have no problem with this of course. 

Gabriel has been my first and only garoto hire in Brazil. I had a fabulous time with him last time, but because it was only one night, my time with him was painfully short. I was eager to spend more time with him. I have been in constant contact with him all these months in between trips, and have built a rapport with him. He only asked for money once, and I said no. After that he kept talking to me as if nothing happened, and never asked for money again. I thought he would stop talking after that denial. I was wrong.

As soon as I knew I was going to Porto Alegre, I asked Gabriel through WhatsApp if he could go with me. He said yes right away.  I was honest with him, and told him that I will want to go on Grindr and will have sex with other guys while he was there, and I may have to go to the saunas and get garotos as well. He said that this arrangement was perfect, and said that he would even go with me to the saunas and have 3 ways with me if i wanted. I was sold. Also, he was actually curious about what other saunas looked like. It would be fun for him too.

The tricky part about asking him was probably the most important detail of all: how much should I pay him. He is not going to go with me for free, that much is clear. I am taking him away from 117 and Rio for 4 nights to be with me in Rio Grande do Sul. That’s 4 nights of not working in 117. And if there is any payment involved, I am the kind of guy that wanted things in simple black and white. The payment terms needed to be clear. So I asked him, in one of our conversations on Whatsapp before the trip, what his nightly rate for me was.

He first countered with a “whatever you think is best,” which is an answer that I hate. I wanted a firm price so there was no gray area, no hard feelings and no second guessing. I asked him again. He thought about it, and then said 500 reals a night, or $140. I felt this was fair. I would expect him to get this amount in a normal night in 117. I know he is fairly popular. Normally I would have just said yes, but for some reason I was in a bargaining mood. I just countered with a “That’s too expensive,” without giving a reason. He then says he can charge 500 reals on days we have sex, and 300 reals on days we do not have sex. I countered with something like “But I will want to have sex with you everyday because you are hot.” And this was true. He is hotter than the sun. There was no way on earth I will not spend every waking moment enjoying him.

He told me he will think about it, and then told me he was going to work, since our conversation happened on a late afternoon. I received a message from him after work, around 12 midnight Rio time, telling me that he was just OK with anything he gives me. I then just threw out a “250 real a night?” or 70 dollars, which is half of his initial offer. And he said yes. That was cheap. For a guy I will have sex with multiple times a day. Maybe tonight was a really bad night at 117 for him. Anyway, at least I had a base to work with. It was a guarantee that I will give him more than 250 reals a night anyway, plus I planned on taking him to a shopping spree as well (for me and for him), as well planning on gifting him a $55 cellphone (the LG Phoenix 3), so I will take care of him for sure. I take care of people who take care of me. Gabriel is no exception.

So with the ugly and unromantic (but necessary) subject of monetary compensation out of the way, I was free to plan our vacation together. There was the matter of buying Gabriel’s flight to Porto Alegre. I already bought my tickets to PA on Azul airlines. I looked on the Azul website and saw some departures from the SDU airport in Rio, which is the closer airport to Sao Goncalo where Gabriel lives, which is just about after one crosses the Rio-Niteroi bridge. The cheaper flights connected to Guarulhos on the way to PA. I thought it would be fun to meet Gabriel in Guarulhos airport and take that flight to PA together, sitting next to each other, to catch up and get reacquainted. So I book the flights ($120 roundtrip), booking the “Mais Azul” fare, the one with check-in baggage included in the price, and we were set.

So today I get a WhatsApp from Gabriel super early this morning, telling me that he was leaving his apartment in Rio. And Marcos (remember him?) and I leave the hotel today together, in the same Uber, for the aiport. Marcos was pretty chipper today, considering having had to go through an ordeal just yesterday. He held my hand the whole way to the airport. His flight departure today was 2 hours after mine, so he will have plenty of time to make his flight. Since his flight was with LATAM his departure was in Terminal 2 of Guarulhos. Azul flew out of Terminal 1. I ask the driver to drop Marcos off first at Terminal 2, before going to Terminal 1 to drop me off. When we get to Terminal 2, Marcos gives me a warm hug before leaving the Uber. It was fun kid. And then the Uber had to leave the airport to get back to Terminal 1. The terminal looked way smaller than Terminal 2.

At this point Gabriel would have been already in GRU, his layover from the Rio flight, but I have not heard from him yet. I go to the check-in counter. No lines today. I get greeted by the attendant in Portuguese. Upon seeing my American passport, the attendant shifts to flawless English. I get my boarding pass. I go through security pretty quickly. Again no lines. This is the advantage of Azul having a virtually dedicated Terminal just for them. Terminal 2 of GRU is a circus compared to this Terminal.

Once in the secure area I check the Arrivals display. I see that Gabriel’s flight has arrived, but still no messages from Gabriel. I was a little worried. There was still an hour to go before boarding, so I wait patiently. 20 minutes before boarding I finally get a Whatsapp message, and then a flood of them, from Gabriel. He said that he arrived safely, but he needed to find a cellphone shop to buy some more data for his phone. Unfortunately, he said, Terminal 1 had too little shops, and didn’t have the shop he needed, so he had to take the airport shuttle to get to Terminal 2. And he had to wait long for that. He got to Terminal 2 but had to find the shop amongst the circus in the terminal. That took some time too. Once he got data in his phone, he then messaged me.

I told him to get back here to Terminal 1 soon so he can make boarding. He said he is waiting for the shuttle. Pretty soon pre-boarding announcements were being made. I was getting antsy. I keep checking the back where the security checkpoint was to see if Gabriel will appear. And then it was the start of boarding. They board by seating, so I line up in the appropriate lane. 15 minutes in line and boarding started. The Azul status members line get in first. I take another glance in the back to check. And then I see him, just in the nick of time. I see Gabriel emerging from security, looking a little bit stressed, scanning the hall, looking for our gate. He sees it and starts sprinting towards the queue.

I put a hand up and he sees me. An incredible wide smile greets me. He looked so relieved. He joins me in line, giving me a side hug. “Ate que enfim!” I whisper to him, he finally made it. “Estava muito preocupado,” he answers, saying he was worried. “Eu tambem,” I reply, concurring. We both laugh. It was nice to see him. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt that was cut deep in the sides, revealing his muscular torso, giant arms, and abs. He was wearing knee-length shorts that revealed his strong legs, along with his Air Jordans. Carioca wear till the end. When he hugged me just now I got a whiff of his scent. It was all man. He was sweaty from his ordeal of running back and forth between terminals, and it made him smell even more manly. And his face, handsome, friendly, with a look of joy and relief, was great to see. He towered over me by a good 10 inches. The overall visuals and scent all were working for me at that moment. It got me hard! I could not wait to spend more intimate time with him.

Right there, em vivo, I realized that even 500 reals was really too little to spend for this kind of quality.

And he stood out for sure. People were staring at him. A big strapping handsome young man just barreled through the terminal to be by my side. In revealing Carioca wear, amongst the more buttoned-down Paulistanos. It was probably a strange sight. I didn’t care. It was Gabriel’s time with me now. Marcos was in the rear view mirror.

Next, the flight, Porto Alegre, and Sauna Mezzaninu.

[brockmiller]

its like watching a telenovela

[floridarob]

9 hours ago, Tomcal said:

i always use Uber in Merida to send guys home. never had a problem...maybe because they are so tired they just want to go home to sleep! lol 

I sent one guy home...he decided to use the driver as his personal driver for the next 2 hours going all over town and back.  I cancelled the trip from my app (sure that was hard for him to explain to the driver) and told uber that I didn't take the ride, someone else did...they credited the ride.

[numazu]

Day 5.5: Alegre

With Gabriel accounted for and boarding commencing for our flight on Azul Airlines, I started to get really excited about Porto Alegre. Not so much for the city itself, as I’ve heard not so good things about it from my Portuguese professor, but really for the nearby cities Gramado and Canela. Yes, there is a sauna in PA, but with my garoto-takeout ready to go with me, I had less incentive to go to the sauna. But I will go tonight, I promise.

Gabriel did not have a carry-on with him, so I assumed he just checked his baggage in Rio. He took my roller bag carry-on though, I guess to help me, and I appreciated the gesture. Pretty soon we got seated, me getting the window seat, and Gabriel taking the middle seat. He looked so giddy happy and excited. He tried to hug me while we were sitting. It was kind of cute. He didn’t care who was watching. I squeezed his thigh. He placed his hand on mine. He just didn’t care about the PDA. Just like that first night in Rio, in the Uber leaving Club 117. This was off to a good start.

During the flight, Gabriel and I talked what has been happening since we spoke last. We have been talking through Whatsapp pretty regularly, so we more or less knew what was happening in each other’s lives.. He talked about his previous flight, which was his first, and arriving 3 and half hours early at the airport this morning, because he was so paranoid with missing his flight.  I did talk about Sao Paulo and Marcos and my time there, as well as what I thought about Sao Paulo (all positive).

Gabriel then commented on how much better I was speaking in Portuguese. That meant the world to me of course. When I first met him last trip, I had to rely heavily on Google Translate. It made the conversations less spontaneous and candid. And now I was able to (more or less) prattle on about my Sao Paulo foibles without reaching for my phone. I knew my verb conjugation was for shit, and my vocabulary was still limited, but having been in Brazil for 5 days now, and hanging out with Marcos who would occasionally insist on us talking in Portuguese to help me learn, prepared me for Gabriel. I was beyond happy with this complement. I told him I will be coming back to Rio in 4 months. I promised him my Portuguese will even be better when I see him in Rio next time.

Just a few words about Azul Airlines: they have their shit together. The fare was not that expensive, the flight left on time (a few minutes early in fact), pretty pleasant experience during the flight, and the entertainment system had a DirecTV-esque interface with a lot of offerings. And the food was pretty cool. For this short flight they had about 4 snacks to choose from, 2 sweet and 2 salty. Gabriel and I got all 4, plus a drink. What was cool about it was all snacks were Azul branded:

 

Pretty soon we were landing in PA. It was a gloomy and rainy day:

We did not have to wait long at baggage claim to get Gabriel’s bag. I turn on the Uber App and put in our AirBNB’s address. I chose getting an AirBNB condo instead of a hotel mainly for the price. I got a cool one-bedroom unit in a condo high-rise for about half of what I could get for a hotel with similar quality. It was located in the Bom Fim “bairro” of Porto Alegre, which was situated next to the historic center and nightlife. The host of the AirBNB was a SuperHost, and pretty responsive and helpful to my questions, and an excellent English speaker. We get from the airport to the AirBNB, it was 16 reals, or $4.50:

Check-in was easy, we just got the keys from security in the front. Security didn’t even ask for our identification. He just asked what unit we were renting (it was in the welcome message from the host), and gave us our keys. The unit was in the 9^th floor. The unit itself looked very modern and there were a lot of tasteful décor. There were two bathrooms, which I always think is an excellent idea, and a queen-size bed in the bedroom. The host even had welcome snacks for us, which Gabriel and I immediately devoured, because we were pigs.

When we were settled in, Gabriel did something he did last time we met, take off all his clothes except for his underwear, to hangout. Do cariocas automatically want to disrobe? They live in eternal summer in Rio, and beaches are usually a second home to them. I guess even in the rainy and gloomy south it is still hard to break old habits. He joins me in looking out the window, looking down over PA. He asks me what I wanted to do today. I told him we can check out Sauna Mezzaninu tonight. He pulls me close. I could feel his bulge behind me. I reach for it. It was hard. Damn it lol. He wanted it.

I turn around and get a good look at his body. He looked tanner than before. And his body was more muscular and more lean at the same time, than before. I asked him if he has been going to the gym more these days. He said yes, and he said he was much more disciplined with eating. He wanted to become a fitness model, he said, and needed to shape up if he was going to get photo shoots.

We shower together, in the en-suite bathroom in the bedroom. We start there, and then graduate to the bed. Kissing, sucking, rimming, more kissing. He asks if I had condoms and lube. I tell him to get his lidocaine to numb the pain of bottoming. He said he forgot to bring it, but it didn’t matter he said. I suited up. He sat on it. It took him a while to get used to the feeling. It was off to the races after that. I came in the condom. He came in my mouth.

We lay on the bed for a while, catching our breathe, talking about sex with other people. He tells me about customers, I tell him about my Sao Paulo hookup. He says he rarely has sex for fun anymore, and preserves whatever energy and fluids he has for work. That’s probably why he is single, he opines. Too many bills to pay, too much time partying on free days, too little time to focus on one person.

We shower again. We were both hungry (again) after sex, so we head out to Uber to the nearest mall, which was Moinhos Shopping.  During dinner Gabriel asks me again on what I wanted to do tonight. After talking about a few options we decided that since it was rainy, there wasn’t a lot we could do outside, but there were indoor activities we could do, including checking out Sauna Mazzaninu. It was 6:30 PM by the time we finished dinner, probably primetime hour to go to a sauna, so we get an Uber to the sauna.

We get to the location. It was already dark but the street was amply lit, and the façade of the sauna had the sign “Mezzaninu”, indicating that we were indeed in the correct place. Uber is still pretty good with knowing where to go in Brazil. There were some parked cars in the front, so that was a good sign. We go in and get to the reception area, where a heavy-set man greeted us.  He asks us for our names. I tell him my real name, Gabriel gives him his “nome de sauna,” which I found interesting. I guess it was just automatic to him. We get our keys and then we were off to explore.

We go in the premises and find the place deserted. Gabriel looks at me with a look of “where is everyone?” To our right were the locker rooms. There was a lone young guy sitting on one of the benches. Was he a garoto? He doesn’t seem like the typical garoto. He was cute I guess. Was he a customer? Gabriel looks at me again and shrugs. We do not bother changing yet. We wanted to see what the deal was.

There was a long hallway leading up to a big room. It had chairs, and tables that were big enough to be restaurant size. Was it a restaurant? To the left was the bar with a lone bartender. To the far left was an obvious stage. Noone was dancing. To the right was an huge shower enclosed in glass. Noone was showering. There were a sprinkling of customers scattered in the area. Where were the boys?

Gabriel and I sit at the far end of the hall. He asks me if I wanted to drink anything. I told him I just wanted a water for now. He goes to the bar and comes back with two water bottles.  I guess he didn’t want to drink alcohol either. Up above we see a second floor, and there were two younger looking guys in towels leaning on the railing. They were lean, almost twink like. Cute-ish. Garotos perhaps? Gabriel sees them as well, and asks me if I thought the two were garotos. I said I had no idea. Gabriel then says that the place has a weird vibe. He said he was expecting a sauna like Club 117 in Rio where he worked. He said the boys there are more aggressive, and will chat up customers instantly, even as they enter the door. Here, he said, you can’t tell who the garotos were, because you were not greeted by any of them. It was just weird to him.

Maybe it is the Carioca in him. And maybe cariocas are more demonstrative, more assertive, more outgoing. Maybe in the south of Brazil, people are more subtle. Whatever it was, he was not liking it. He asks me if I wanted to fuck any of the garotos we have seen so far. I told him I didn’t even know f they were garotos. He laughs at this, almost too loudly. Some of the customers glance at him. I did notice that the customers were staring at him. He was easily the hottest guy in the premises. He is a Rio garoto after all. I tell him that maybe he should get customers here. From the looks of things he would earn a lot of money. He laughs and shakes his head. “I am on vacation,” he says. “No work for me tonight.”

After 20 minutes of watching paint dry we decide to go upstairs to check out the rest of the sauna. We get to the second floor, and it looked like it was where the private rooms were. We get to the third floor and it was a roof top bar/dancing area of sorts. The two garotos were there, talking to the bartender. It was still drizzling, so there was no one else there. No customers. So why were the garotos hiding up here?

At this point Gabriel and I just entertain ourselves. We talk about plans for the next few days. I show him photos on my phone of Sao Paulo, and past vacations like Bogota and Cartagena. He lifts up his sweater to show me a new tattoo, which was on the middle left area of his back. It was pretty and suits him. I notice the garotos staring at him as he lifts up his shirt. I take off his sweater completely. We continue our conversation with him shirtless. We had to entertain each other.

After 20 minutes he asks me one last time if I wanted to get a garoto here so we can fuck him. He said he really wants to top someone. I looked at the garotos and told him that maybe we can try again to go here Friday night, when it was a guarantee at least to have more life than tonight, a Tuesday. We finish our waters and head down to reception. The receptionist gives us our total, entrance fee plus two waters. I gave him 100 reals and I think I got 25 reals back. I call an Uber. While we wait, Gabriel goes behind me and hugs me. I stroke his arms, as we stare at my phone waiting for the Uber. Over my shoulder, Gabriel asks the receptionist if Friday night was better here. The receptionist says yes, and remarks that the rain coupled with Tuesdays made it a slow night. That was understandable.

We get our Uber. It was about $2.75 to get home. We cuddle the whole night. I let him fuck me. Someone had to take one for the team.

Tomorrow, Gramado. Today, my tally improves:

Sauna: 1
Laziness: 1
Hot boy tour of the city: 2
Act of god: 1

[likeohmygod]

Hahaha awesome! 

Anyway yes... Cariocas are more demonstrative and verbal. 

I will keep saying that in many cases (not all but many), speaking a bit of portuguese (not Tom Jobim's level, but at least a basic knowledge which prevents you from constantly typing in google translate) will surely improve the garoto experience. 

[Tartegogo]

Tuesday, worst day for mezzaninu. Also if the weather is bad I assume there was no one on the roof top terrace?

[Riobard]

Looks like we are headed to more A Year in Provence pacing, less Run Lola Run pacing

[msclelovr]

Please keep writing @numazu1 I enjoy your reports.

[Cany10011]

@numazu1 Thank you for the wonderful accounts of your stay.  feel like i'm there and enjoying the trip with you!

[numazu]

Day 6: Drive to Gramado

When I first decided to pick Sao Paulo and Porto Alegre for my next Brazilian vacation, I thought I’d just have a typical run-of-the-mill week-long sex tourist trip. You know, spending every waking moment getting sex however which way you can, which meant just staying in one’s hotel room during the day (to recuperate or to Grindr) and then venturing out to the saunas in the afternoon, and continue on through the night with your chosen boy(s).  Lather, rinse repeat, with the occasional trip to the mall to eat. Normally I have one of these mongering weeks when I just want to relax, not think about anything else, and just forget about responsibilities for a moment.  I would just let my lizard brain get the best of me, and dictate my everyday goings-on.

But shoehorning Marcos into my trip got me excited about touring Sao Paulo, so no pure mongering for me there. And then my Portuguese teacher, who hails from the south of Brazil, got excited about the prospect of me visiting the Rio Grande do Sul state. She spent part of her younger years in Gramado, and was full of helpful advice about the area. She really sold it for me, so I had to get off my ass and plan a full itinerary for myself and Gabriel. I am sure, years from now, when I have grown tired of discovering Brazil, I will be in full mongering mode. But now, exploration calls my name.

Even if my tutor has assured me that renting a car and driving from Porto Alegre to Gramado and Canela is very easy and simple, I still had my doubts. I was kind of uneasy with the thought of me driving on Brazilian roads. There are buses that go from PA to the two cities, but not having a car while exploring cities without a developed transportation insfrastructure is kind of a pain and inefficient. So there was no getting around it.  I went to Rentalcars.com and looked for a rental car place in downtown PA that was Uberable from the AirBNB. There was this rental car place called Localiza. Good reviews online. Pretty cheap rates to hire cars. I choose a car that was an automatic because I’m American and can't drive a stick. I get a quote for $62.48 for the two days and 8 hours I thought I’d need the car:

I decide to decline the additional insurance that the site was recommending to get, and just get the full coverage with the company on the day itself, at the counter.

So this morning Gabriel and I *repack* our suitcases to go on a 2 day excursion of Gramado and Canela. I only bring half my clothes; Gabriel brings all of his stuff. Even if we were going to be gone for 2 nights, I rented out the Porto Alegre place for even the nights we will be gone. You never know if we would get bored and just return early. From the Mezzaninu disappointment yesterday, we figured missing out on a Wednesday and Thursday night of sauna time wouldn’t be the end of the world. We will try again Friday.

We head out to the street to find some breakfast. We settle on a place called “La Cafeteria” on Avenida Osvaldo Aranha. Pretty nice and chill area. Gabriel orders a sandwich, I order a croissant. We both order a cappunino with chocolate in it. The chocolates bits at the bottom of our coffee made us happy:

After food we head back to the apartment, get our suitcases, and get an Uber to Localiza. We get to the rental car place and it was busy. After waiting 10 minutes in line I get to the counter. I gave the counter lady my e-voucher, passport, driver’s license and credit card. She gave me a form to fill out asking for some additional information. Then she asks if I wanted full coverage for the car, which included everything, including loss of the car. I said yes. It was an additional 135 reals, or $37, which was not bad. Overall I was getting a fully insured car for $100 for 2 days and change.

I chose a Hyundai 20s, which was fairly easy and comfortable ride. Gabriel does not drive so I had to drive the whole way. I was kind of nervous at first driving the car off the lot, but once I got the hang of it I was ready to hit the freeway. Gabriel put in the address of our hotel on my Google Maps and we were off:

The drive itself was pretty straightforward. It was an almost 2 hour journey, and we drove it straight through without stopping. Now this is where knowing a little bit of Portuguese was handy. I had my hands full with driving so I could not use Google Translate. And I didn’t need it. By this time (from talking all night last night) Gabriel was used to talking a certain way so I can understand him fully without me asking him to repeat himself (by speaking slowly and enunciating the words). If there was a word I didn’t understand, I’d just ask “O que <word>?” and Gabriel would either use another word I knew, or would go on Google Translate and tell me the English equivalent. He operated the car radio as well. He put in an English station but I insisted on him putting on whatever he wanted. He found an EDM/Dance pop station that had a mix of Portuguese, Spanish, and English songs, which was perfect. Whenever there was a song I liked, I asked Gabriel to “Shazam” it for me, so I can download the songs on my Spotify. By the end of the drive, my playlist was full of great songs:

I picked the Hotel Serra Azul in Gramado as our home for two nights. It was highly recommended by my Portuguese tutor. Indeed, it was in central Gramado, with full amenities, and great staff. I booked it in Agoda.com for 384 reals, or $100 for 2 nights, which was not bad for a supposedly 4 star hotel. Though it looked tired and in need of a refresh, I could tell that this was once a great hotel that had its glory days. It was 25 reals ($7) a day for valet parking, which was also a steal.

We get to our room (pretty standard room with a comfortable king bed) and relax for a little bit. After a shower, and then sex (he really wanted me to bottom again, he promised to bottom tonight, we’ll see), we venture out to central Gramado to enjoy this pretty town. Some highlights, all walkable from the hotel:

Certain parts of the downtown certainly looks like a small German town:

The Museo do Festival de Cinema in Gramado was cool, and had Brazil’s version of the Oscar, Kikito:

 

The prettiest Mcdonalds I’ve ever seen:

 

Praca das Etnias, where Gabriel posed for photos in front of the Italian section (he is ¼ Italian, he says):

Other quirky stuff that makes it look like Europe:

 

And the highlight of the walk, 10 reals ($2.75) for a Prawer hot chocolate:

 

It was kind of the perfect drink to have while walking the streets of Gramado. It was colder here than most Brazilian cities.

We rested at the hotel again after the walk. And then Gabriel insisted on going to the gym before dinner, he said to work up an appetite. A 45 minute routine, with him giving me tips on my form at the gym, was actually what the doctor ordered. Because what did I say about post-gym sex? It’s great! You’re filled with endorphins, your muscles are all swollen, and your libido is through the roof. I got to top this time. God bless Brazil.

So now we really worked up an appetite, we go to another tutor recommended place: the Mammia Mia Galeto restaurant. Galetos are small chickens, cooked to perfection. I asked Gabriel why the chickens were so small. He said they were young chickens, and the meat on them is still tender, that’s why we love to eat them. The food was excellent, and plentiful. Lots of salads, pastas, breads, and of course those little chickens. The food was not cheap, it was $50 for two, but it was worth it. Gabriel could not stop posting photos of the food on his Instragram. Even though we were super hungry we still could not finish everything that was put on our table. And we were sure glad we skipped lunch! And walked around! And went to the gym! And had sex!

Sidenote: I have been opening Grindr ever since we got to Gramado. Grindr was active, but not one garoto messaged me. All I got were free boys:

As we drove back to the hotel Gabriel wanted us to drive around the town to see what it looked like at night. We spent 30 minute driving in circles, not because we were lost, but because Gabriel decided to have a conversation about his future in the car. He said knew he had to leave the sauna soon. He was growing tired of the work it entailed. He tells me about the “negative energy” the whole sauna scene has, and it just sucks out the life out of one after a while. I gave him some career advice, as much as I could with my limited Portuguese.  He seemed to take it to heart, and ended the conversation. I knew it was something he has been thinking about for a long time. He blurts out one last thing about what he felt about it. I could not understand what he said. He took my phone, put it across my face to unlock it (it was an iPhone X), and then typed in Google Translate. He hands me back my phone.

We got to the hotel and gave the keys to the valet. I looked at my phone:

How topical.  He is not a fan of the World Cup I guess. Clearly this was something I had to unwrap with him. I table the discussion for tomorrow. Tonight, we rest.

No sauna in Gramado, that’s why I brought the sauna boy with me:

Sauna: 1
Laziness: 1
Hot boy tour of the city: 3
Act of god: 1

[Walker]

2 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Day 6: Drive to Gramado

 

My guess is, he was hinting you to bring him to the U.S.

I believe many of us on this forum had responded to this kind of proposals from GPs.  At least I had.

[TotallyOz]

Wow. A road trip via rental car in Brazil.  You are an adventurous soul. I loved the photos of the city and saw instantly the German touches. 

[Tartegogo]

Thanks! I love the reports when it is about the boys ( I also reported a car trip to Gramado with a Garoto) but if I were you, I’d leave out the details about your car rental insurance options! Boring! Anyone who has rented a car anywhere in the world knows that process already, and knows they will upsell for you to get the full insurance. Same everywhere, welcome to a global world. 

[docbr]

Am I the only dying to know who Gabriel is? He seens a great company to you... 

[Walker]

1 hour ago, docbr said:

Am I the only dying to know who Gabriel is? He seens a great company to you... 

Gabriel is one of the many wonderful GPs from Sauna 117 available to you for a fee.

[floridarob]

12 hours ago, Tartegogo said:

Thanks! I love the reports when it is about the boys ( I also reported a car trip to Gramado with a Garoto) but if I were you, I’d leave out the details about your car rental insurance options! Boring! Anyone who has rented a car anywhere in the world knows that process already, and knows they will upsell for you to get the full insurance. Same everywhere, welcome to a global world. 

Comments like that just make someone taking an incredible amount of time to give DETAILED reports the feeling of "why do I bother"......you're not him, is his thread, is well written and I don't think many (if any) find his writing style boring. Actually, it might give some people the balls to go rent a car and explore a little more.

And if you find it boring, just go to the next thread......

[Lucky]

Next thread? I can't wait for Numazu's next post! Keep 'em coming! (I think he does that, too!)

[TotallyOz]

50 minutes ago, floridarob said:

Comments like that just make someone taking an incredible amount of time to give DETAILED reports the feeling of "why do I bother"......you're not him, is his thread, is well written and I don't think many (if any) find his writing style boring. Actually, it might give some people the balls to go rent a car and explore a little more.

And if you find it boring, just go to the next thread......

Floridarob, you get my favorite quote of the day award! Agree 100% with every word.

[Tartegogo]

Fine, fine.  I didn’t realise it was popular, If that’s the case, next time I’ll go in details through my measurement about the hotel bed’s feet, and MyFitnessPal’s calorie count on each meal. 

8 hours ago, TotallyOz said:

Floridarob, you get my favorite quote of the day award! Agree 100% with every word.

 

[wncdemcub]

6 hours ago, Tartegogo said:

Fine, fine.  I didn’t realise it was popular, If that’s the case, next time I’ll go in details through my measurement about the hotel bed’s feet, and MyFitnessPal’s calorie count on each meal. 

 

Chill out details aren’t a bad thing and he didn’t go that far. 

Wouldnt you rather someone be detailed versus say too little?