Not a Newbie Anymore: My 3rd Time in Brazil - Belo Horizonte and Rio

[numazu]

Previous posts:

I felt that I wanted to share my third “newbie” trip to Brazil. This is my third visit in 9 months, and by this time I have found a winning formula for my Brazil trips that enabled me to eventually visit all the states in Brazil.   My trips averaged about 10 days each, and I am thinking I will always want to visit either Rio or Sao Paulo in each of those trips, since these two are the major cities and have all the good saunas, but since I was interested in visiting all the states in Brazil eventually, I had to pair my trips to those cities with a city that was not in RJ or SP state.

Since my trip 4 months ago was in Sao Paulo, with companion state Rio Grande do Sul, visiting Porto Alegre and Gramado and Canela, this trip I decided on Rio de Janeiro as my base city. Choosing the companion state was easy. Belo Horizonte was one of the few cities in Brazil that had international flights flying directly into its airport. Copa Air had flights to Belo Horizonte (BH, or Beaga) from Panama via a 6.5 hour flight, and it was easy enough to get flights to Panama from California. So my 6^th state will be Minas Gerais, the state where BH is located, joining RJ, SP, Rio Grande do Norte (Natal), Bahia (Salvador), and last trip Rio Grande do Sul (Porto Alegre).

After booking my California to Belo Horizonte flight outbound, and RJ back to California inbound on Copa Air, I booked my BH to RJ flight on Azul airlines.  Azul was an easy choice. I had a great experience with them flying to and from Porto Alegre on Azul on my last trip, and eager to erase my horrible LATAM and Avianca Brazil memories. As for touristy things to do, my search of Minas yielded a shit-ton of tourist places to visit, like Capitolio and Ouro Preto, so I had to narrow down my choices because of the limited time I had. For Rio, I wanted to check out the beaches outside the Ipanema-Copa-Leblon cluster, and I had to figure out how to get these places as well. As you will see in this report when you read it, my choice of travel to these RJ beaches was a semi-life changing one.

With companions, I was of course eager to meet new men, but two guys who I had tremendous rapport with in past Brazil trips will be making appearance this trip.  Gabriel, the 117 Garoto de Programa who was featured prominently in my last trip, is going to be in this trip as well.  I’d be remiss if I didn’t see him while I am in Rio since he lives there.  Also, a free boy I met last December in Sao Paulo, a cute/handsome Paulista cabeleleiro (hairdresser), upon hearing that I was coming to Brazil, invited himself to the Rio portion of my trip. I didn’t mind his company, because he bought his own plane ticket from SP to Rio, as well as promising to pay for his food and drinks and fixing my hair. I just made it clear to him that I was going to be a slut this trip. He said he would do the same.

As far as saunas are concerned, I was really motivated to check out more than just my 1 visit to 117 in Rio last January, my paltry 2 visits to Sauna Mezzaninu (in which I did not get a programa with anyone) in Porto Alegre, and my 1 visit to Lagoa last trip in Sao Paulo.  For BH, Sauna Olimpo seems to be a favorite with BoyToy members, so I was excited with my choice of city this trip. For Rio, I want to see what all the hubbub was about with Manhattan Rios, and I also wanted to visit Pointe 202 and of course re-visit 117, where I met my superstar GP, Gabriel.

You’d be surprised how many saunas I went to this trip, and with whom.

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

[Latbear4blk]

24 minutes ago, numazu1 said:

 

Continue or no?

 

[mvan1]

1 hour ago, numazu1 said:

 

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

 

 

Why, of course, you should continue.  You write very well.

Your previous first and second trip reports were filled with adventure.

You know the proverb - three times is a charm.

Looking forward to your report - 

[TotallyOz]

Yes, of course, continue! 

Great start. I can't wait to read more.

[wncdemcub]

Please please 

[Theolover]

Yes please! I love reading about your adventures. 

[DustinDawns]

18 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Continue or no?

Please continue! I've just read your other posts and it has me so excited for trips back to Brazil. I've been a few times since studying there for some time during college, but only on my last trip a year ago did I visit a sauna. But reading your detailed posts of different cities and towns in Brazil are awesome. Looking forward to reading about this journey! 

[floridarob]

Going to be a slut on this trip.... Omg... The hairdresser isn't blind is he, lol

[mvan1]

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

coax me a little bit - 

[Latbear4blk]

[numazu]

Day 1: Belo Horizonte flight and first impressions

My research on Belo Horizonte on this site yielded a ton of useful info, mainly from these threads:

 

Also, @pauleiro was kind enough to answer some questions I had on where to stay and what to do in Minas.

I hopped on my red-eye from California to Panama. I then had a 4-hour layover. Connecting through Tocumen Airport is more or less fine with me, with its fairly bland but serviceable terminal, and majority on-time flights, but with longer layovers, this airport does get on my nerves.  The saving grace is the Copa Air lounge, not because of the food and drinks (they suck), but because of the showers. Nothing like a nice hot shower to wash out the red-eye off of you and be ready for the next leg of the trip, to your destination.

Copa Air has one daily flight to Belo Horizonte out of Panama, and since it not to Rio or Sao Paulo, I can’t imagine it being a particularly busy flight. And I was right. I got a free upgrade from Copa days before and upon boarding saw that the business class was half-empty, and economy was not full either. 

After the 6 and a half hour flight we land at Confins Airport. It was already midnight so I was raring to go to my hotel room and rest. I rushed through the airport to get to immigration. The immigration booths were still empty, I guess because they don’t really have a lot international travel through this airport. After a few minutes the booths started getting populated by immigration officers and we were let in to line up.

I got to my immigration officer and surprisingly it took him a while to process my passport. I never use my American passport for Brazil, since I had dual citizenship with another country whose citizens do not need visas to get into Brazil, therefore I was able to save that Visa fee (before $160, now $40 I think) for other things. But my immigration officer seemed to have a hard time processing my passport so it took him a while. After 5 minutes of waiting, and me being a little nervous with the wait, he figured it all out and gave me my entry stamp.

After a few minutes wait at baggage claim for my bag I was off to customs. I was selected for customs screening and had to put my bags through the scanner. I guess they flagged something in my bags so they asked me to open them up for secondary inspection. The officer who looked into my bags was pretty professional, though did not speak English. He was looking for the two laptops I had with me and took one look at them and said “they are old, good” and waved me through. 

(I took my work laptop with me, unfortunately, and had my personal one with me as well)

I guess they were checking if I had new laptops to sell? I don’t know. That was weird.

After that short ordeal I was out of the secure area of the airport. A lot of people waiting outside for their loved ones. I was alone. Though I was wishing this guy was waiting for me.  Didn’t get a photo from the front but he was delicious, and made me remember the reason I flew all the way here.

I whipped out Uber. I was surprised it was a 40+ minute drive to central Belo Horizonte from the airport and about R$75 reals ($18). I would learn later that locals do think that Confins is too far from BH, but the closer airport, Pampulhas, has slowly been neglected for the more modern and bigger Confins. The driver picked me up pretty quickly and I was on my way. The way to BH was pretty nice. A nice, new modern freeway without traffic made the ride feel quick.

I opened up Grindr of course to see the lay of the land. At 1 AM I didn’t think there would be a lot of guys online, but holey moley I was busy talking to guys the whole ride to BH.  I can guess around 30% were GPs, but most were free boys, and a good amount fluent in English, and the rest content in talking in Portuguese to the gringo.  But most of them were pretty nice looking:

Upon the recommendation of @pauleiro I chose the Royal Center Hotel in BH. This worked out to be a great recommendation as it was in a great location and literally across the street from Sauna Olimpo. I got to the hotel at 1:30 AM and they had the entrance locked. I knocked and the glass doors were quickly opened for me. I gave them my passport and credit card and talked to me in Portuguese the whole time. Pretty soon I was on my bed. The room was fairly spartan and small, but the bed was comfortable and there was AC.

After a quick shower I lay in bed and answered more Grindr messages for 30 minutes.  I was too tuckered out from the long travel day to hook up. But if Grindr was any indication, it was going to be a good stay in Belo Horizonte.

More of Belo Horizonte, and Sauna Olimpo, next...

[numazu]

Day 2: Hello Belo Horizonte, and a Setback

I slept like a baby at Royal Center Hotel. I guess I was really tired from yesterday’s travel day. I checked my phone and there were a ton of unread Grindr messages waiting for me.  I might have fallen asleep responding to the messages, and some new ones trickled in as the night progressed. 

The GP offers I got on BH on Grindr weren’t too spectacular, and they seem to all ask 150 reals ($38) for their services:

The some of the free boys were much more hotter than these GPs.

My setback: I wish I didn’t check my work email. I guess my work needed me to finish something that I can work on remotely from hotel. I brought my work laptop with me this trip, just in case I needed to work, and I guess my instincts were right. I made myself available to work this trip, as with most trips.  I then decided to just use this weekend, in BH, to finish whatever was necessary, so I can be free for the rest of the trip, which would be in Rio. The good thing about this was I can charge for 2 days worth of work, saving me some of the vacation days I was going to use, but the bad thing about this was, I had to cancel my intentions to do an overnight to Ouro Preto, since I didn’t have time to go there as well as work this weekend.

I also then decided to leave BH one day early for Rio. I can't imagine BH would be exciting on a Monday, with Ouro Preto out of the picture. Fortunately, Azul Airlines sent me a “flight time change” notice in my email a few weeks ago, which enabled me to either accept the new time, or book a completely different flight, even on a different date, no charge, by clicking on the blue button:

I booked a flight on Monday, two days from today, instead of leaving originally on Tuesday, since I was not going to Ouro Preto. I might as well start my Rio leg early. Mondays in Rio meant going to try Manhattan Rio sauna, which made me feel good about my choice to get there sooner.

Before working I had to get breakfast , since I was hungry.  I slept past the availability of the free breakfast offered by the hotel, so I had to get my "cafe da manha" outside the hotel.  I showered, google mapped the closest shopping mall (Shopping Cidade), memorized my route so I didn’t need to whip out my phone unnecessarily in public (can’t be too careful in Brazil). It was only a 15-minute walk, and it was nice out, but my path took me through the downtown (centro) of BH, which made me feel a little uneasy, due to the volume of people walking around. Nothing bad happened of course, and I was actually asked for directions twice in my walk. Maybe I looked like I knew what I was doing, or where I was going. I got to the shopping mall with no incident, and I felt I wasn’t in any danger whatsoever any time. BH felt safe during the day.

I have been talking to a boy from BH on Grindr for 2 weeks now, let’s call him Paulo. He’s a cute 22-year old, tall with tanned skin and an athletic body. His face looked more latino than white, and had the most luscious lips I've ever seen in a while. He worked at hotel reception in a hotel in Savassi, so his English was good/passable. We planned on going to Ouro Preto together tomorrow, but since my plans changed, a coffee meetup would have to do for now. When I got to  Shopping Cidade, I Whatsapped Paulo. He said he was already in the mall and told me to meet him at Mr Black Coffee:

 

It was easy to find, and Paulo was already seated. When he saw me he stood up to greet me and gave me a hug. We sat down together and ordered.  I was overzealous and ordered a Pao de quiejo, a pao de quiejo with Nutella, and a ham panini, and a latte with Nutella:

 

All delicious of course. Not as delicious as Paulo though. That face. Talking to him was enjoyable. He had a good sense of humor, and his broken english was pretty endearing. After a good conversation and good food, we decided to walk back to the hotel.  We get to the hotel and there were no issues with taking him up to the room (no one cared at reception, no one looked up). We immediately get to the business at hand. We tear our clothes off. his body was lean and tight. Big cock, big ass, two things I come to expect with Brasileiros, and Paulo was no exception. We make out in bed. We suck, we rim, we fucked each other. My first sex this trip proved to be pretty amazing. He did ask if we could do it bare. I thought about it but decided not to give in to temptation. It was fun nevertheless.

After the deed we showered together. Thank goodness the shower was big enough for two people. Another point for Royal Center Hotel.  He towered over me, but he didn't mind leaning over once in a while for a kiss. It took us a while to finish showering but between talking and kissing, it was worth it. We put clothes on and he asks me what I was going to do for the rest of the afternoon. I tell him I needed to work. I didn't tell him I was going to the sauna after working. He frowns with the news and tells me he will leave me to concentrate. I tell him I’d like to see him again. He said to Whastapp him. He had work tonight but was free all day tomorrow. 

So I do just that. I work for about 3 hours fueled with the “para levar” coffee I had from Mr Black. It is hard to concentrate on working while you’re in paradise, as I have done numerous times before. But I felt it necessary to get this done this weekend, so I can have all the fun time for my main event: Rio. And for the main event today: Sauna Olimpo.

At 5:45 PM I decide to call it a day and closed my laptop. I shower (again) but this time for the sauna. I wear shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops. I step outside and there was a little chill in air (it is late winter), but thankfully the sauna is just a 4-minute walk from the lobby of the hotel.

Using Google Maps was accurate, as I got to the sauna location without getting lost. Sauna Olimpo actually looked like a house more than a place of business, so I was turned around at first. I enter the yard, walk up the stairs to the "house", get myself registered with the person in front, and head on in. 

Déjà vu set in. I felt like I was in Sauna Mezzaninu in Porto Alegre again.  Where were the boys? I can’t tell the boys apart from the clients.

What happened? Next…

[DutchDork]

Isn't Monday a Pointe 202 kind of night? I'm starting to get confused on what are the best nights for each sauna. I hope somebody here help clarify. Thanks!

MONDAY

TUESDAY

WEDNESDAY

THURSDAY

FRIDAY

SATURDAY

SUNDAY

 

[numazu]

Day 2.5: Sauna Olimpo First Impressions

I confessed on a previous trip report that I wasn’t particularly fond of saunas in general. Among one of my reasons was that I really didn’t like strutting up and down the premises wearing just a towel. I wasn;t particularly ashamed of my body but I’m just not comfortable. When I was in 117 or Lagoa I kept my clothes on with a towel in tow and sometimes wearing the sauna’s flip-flops, if I wasn't wearing my own, and left my wallet in the locker (I felt this was the safe thing to do). I tried to do the same here, but was told by the owner(?) that I needed to be in a towel. Okie-dokie, no worries. I still brought my cellphone with me. Can’t be without that.

After the initial sensory overload of everyone in towels and my inability to make out the boys from the clients, I stood in a corner and saw everything and everyone, in a better light. Alright, there were clearly some hot boys here, and the clientele were a mix tonight, mostly older, some nice lookers, and sprinkling of younger guys. The place itself was really nice and appealing. There was a bar, some tables and chairs to sit on, and ideal lighting. Going around the premises, I could make out the cabinas and doors to bigger rooms, and a series of showers.

I go back to my corner and immediately got accosted by a tall and muscular guy. He was lighter skinned, and he was squeezing his ample bulge over his towel. He leaned over close and started with his questions: what was my name, where I came from, what do I want. He then started to tell me what he could do. Lots of kissing, lots of body contact, and he would fuck me hard. I asked the ultimate questions “só ativo” he says. I had to break it to him. I was also a top, and would like to fuck him. He shakes his head and smiles, and then proceeds to tell me that the other stuff is enough, and penetration doesn’t have to happen.

I ask how much: “150” he says. That is too much for just foreplay, even if he checks all the other boxes: handsome, tall, muscularly stacked, and a big dick and possibly delicious ass. I tell him to check in with me again after I get a bottom to fuck. He shakes my hand and pecks my cheek. That move alone made me hard, but ultimately I did want to get my rocks off inside an ass, and not my own hand (or his, or his mouth).

So the hunt continues. I get some offers from other guys but felt they were more B-quality. I was content with waiting, I had all night. I sat down on one of the beach recliners and played with my phone. Eventually another garoto made his offer. I look up and saw a “Lagoa quality” man. Let’s call him Bruno. He was light skinned, long-ish brown hair that was clearly styled and framed his handsome face perfectly. He had nice thick lips, pretty striking for a white guy to have. And his body was perfect. Giant pecs, perfect six pack, and yummy biceps. Looking at him lording over me was hot and accentuated his physical gifts.

He stretched out a hand and introduces himself. He asks if he could sit beside me, pointing to the void space next to me. I put a hand on the space and patted it. He sits down and gives me a sideways hug. We talk for a while, him asking some good questions, making me feel at-ease to be close to him. He again checks all the boxes, including willing to bottom. I asked how much “150” he asks. I was OK with that to be honest, but I countered anyway “100” I respond. “Vamos” he says with out hesitation. That was easy. He asks permission to get a room and some lube and condoms. I wait for him on the lounge chair.

Two minutes later he was back, and takes my hand and guides me to a cabina. I was kind of disappointed with the cabina though. Not a lot of lighting, not totally private as it was more of a booth than a room, though there was a door that locked. I was going to say something but Bruno takes off his towel to reveal his hard penis. All my reservations melted away. You can’t find anything else wrong after you see such perfection in front of you.

We kiss standing up for a while, and then I tell him to continue this on the “bed”. After that, he was in control. He knew the beats to follow. He knew how to position his body for maximum client enjoyment. He knew the right amount of foreplay and got the condom to suit me up to fuck him. He knew how to pace himself on top of me, making sure I came before he got tired. The visuals were wonderful of course. His muscles tensing up and his motivating “gostosos” and “issos” were pretty remarkable. When my hands explored his body, everything was rock hard and strong. I came in the condom. He automatically cleans me up and throws away the rubbish. I wanted him to cum. “150” he asks, and it was my turn to say yes right away. He came in my mouth.

Now all of that was wonderful of course, but there was nothing organic about it. It was mechanical, passionate and detached at the same time. I know he was  just trying to make a buck, and it was only work for him. And he knew how to please for sure. I was not complaining. It was just too rehearsed and unspontaneous. Probably too much to ask in a disgusting sex booth in a Brazilian sauna filled with hot male prostitutes, but then again, if one is in a Brazilian sauna filled with hot male prostitutes, you pretty much will have fun, no matter how “by-the-book” the sex was.

He leads me to the showers, and talks while we were showering. He is very friendly. He asks me about my stay and my work, I ask him questions about BH. He kisses me after drying. We head over to the lockers and I gave him his 150. He asks me to put his number in my Whatsapp, telling me we should do something tomorrow. Sounds expensive but I let him do it. He hugs me one last time and heads off to find his next client. 

I decide to take a breather and headed over to the bar and sat down. I asked for a beer and was handed this giant bottle. I looked around and everyone was drinking it. A Brazilian guy to my left, probably 40-ish, started to talk to me in fairly broken English. I answer in my broken Portuguese and we went from there. He was nice, introduced me to his older boyfriend who was sitting next to him.

And then there was a guy to my right who was ordering the same beer started talking to me. Maybe 50-something Brazilian. Was pretty friendly as well. Complimented me on trying to speak the language, since he said the gringos he knew did not even try. He asked me if I was staying for the show. I didn’t know there was a show. It was going to be in 30 minutes. I asked what the show was. I heard the English words “drag queen” and “stripper”, so I guess those things were enough to make me want to stay.

I was also on Grindr during all this, and some gays I was talking to were wanting me to hang out with them.  It was a Saturday night after all, so I was interested in checking out the gay bars in BH. I was told by one guy (25, tall, fit, handsome) to meet with his friends in a bar called Sapucai:

 

I ask my new friends in the sauna about this place. One guy called on his younger friend. The friend was probably early 20s, not a looker but oh well I am not fucking him. He looks at my Grindr and tells me that this bar was in a sketchy place, and if it was my first time to go there it was not recommended. The young guy then tells me that this sauna is a nice way to spend a Saturday night as well, and it is safer and more secure. This was good information. I didn’t have to decide right away anyway, but its good to know the lay of the land from locals.

After a spirited conversation with my seatmates (including them telling me there was another sauna de GP close to here but told me to not bother), the show started. It was a good show, and the drag queens were pretty skillful, though they were afflicted with the same condition as Thai drag queens, and that was “lip-syncing with an accent”, with them not mouthing the English words to the song as well as one would want, but oh well, it was fun.  The star of the sauna came out as well, in a sexy striptease. I forgot his name, but he was worthy of being the superstar. Handsome, tall, perfectly smooth muscled body, big thick dick and ass. And a killer smile.

When the show ended, my new friends headed over to cabinas with boys in tow. Like clockwork, Bruno appears, looking more handsome than before fro some reason, with hair all tousled, giving me a hug. He asks me what I was up to. I told him I didn’t know yet. He then asks me if I wanted company in the hotel tonight. I smile. He had a hand on his chest, and he was bouncing his perfect pecs up and down. He was making a sale. “How much?” I ask. “How much can you offer?” he asks. I automatically say “150”. He counters with 250. “200” I say, with finality. “Sim, vamos!” he then says, smiling. 

But I could go out with these guys in Sapucai later. What should I do? Bruno or this other guy?

[pauleiro]

Very interesting post !

4 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Day 2.5: Sauna Olimpo First Impressions

 

But I could go out with these guys in Sapucai later. What should I do? Bruno or this other guy?

Both, of course ! Bruno AND the other guy 

Very interesting post and pictures. Thks

[Alaskabear]

I love your stories.    I felt that I was right there sitting next to you.    Thank you!

[numazu]

Day 3: Putting the Belo in BH

While I finished my *3rd* beer big gulp, I had to ponder what I wanted to do tonight. Normally I’d err on the side of exploration, because you never know what you can find in a new city. I know how to take care of myself, and I can take precautions with meeting new people, like ask the guy to meet me at the hotel before going to the bars, have a good conversation first to suss out the situation, before even going blindly to the bar with strangers. Still not a foolproof way of avoiding getting robbed or worse, but it has served me well in my, albeit limited, experience in meeting guys in Brazil, Colombia and Mexico (and to a lesser extent, since they are safer places, Costa Rica, Panama and Uruguay).

But what’s that saying? A bird in the hand is worth two in a bush? I have a garoto de programa willing to stay over overnight for 200 reals ($50). Yes, the other guy is free but in Brazil there is a 50% chance I’ll pay for drinks (from experience). And it is not a done deal that I will like the guy. I’ve been just going off the guy’s photos he sent me on Grindr. Or maybe he won’t like me. Lots of variables, versus a sure thing, sitting next to me, looking all statuesque and ready to go.

Ultimately, I had to weigh in the fact that this is Brazil. There is still the danger factor to take into account, though it is ironic that I am putting more trust on the prostitute more than on a supposed office worker (the guy on Grindr). Also, only in Brazil that I can get someone with Bruno’s quality to get to stay with me overnight for $50. I decided to sleep in Bruno’s massive arms tonight, and tell Grindr guy to just meet tomorrow, in broad daylight, at the hotel. 

-Years from now, when I can’t be this adventurous anymore, due to either health or financial circumstances, I may regret not going out this night in BH. Oh well-

So I tell Bruno to put on clothes (does he have to) to get out of here. I finish my beer and say goodbye to the remaining new friends I had that were not in programas currently. I head over to the locker rooms to put on clothes myself. I pay for my night (3 beers, a cabina, entrance fee). It must’ve been cheap since I don’t remember. What I do remember was they did not accept Visa credit cards (they had signs in big bold letters saying they only accepted Mastercard). I paid the bill with cash, and waited for Bruno to come.

Bruno comes, in a tight button down that accentuates his chest and biceps, and nice jeans and shoes. It is always jarring to see the boys in fully clothed. Not bad, just different. As he guides me to the street he asks me if I was hungry. I wasn’t particularly hungry but asked him what he wanted to eat. It was past 10PM and I didn’t know where to go at this hour. He said we can just go to McDonalds a block away. With such a fine body, he still can afford eating junk food once in a while. Having sex and pleasing clients for a living is probably a workout in and of itself.

After the cheap meal we head back to the hotel. Once again, no issues getting big strapping handsome Bruno through past the reception and to the elevator.  I believe getting overnight guests in this hotel is not an issue. We get to the room and Bruno immediately takes off his clothes down to his skivvies and lounges on the bed. I do the same, cuddling with him, and we talked about a lot of things, in Portugues, about his life and my life and BH and Brazil. He’s turned out to be an interesting guy. High school educated but pretty sharp and smart and funny as well. I am always a fan of getting these sauna guys out of the sauna to get the true story.

We got to have sex too, now in the more comfortable confines of a hotel, versus the filth and depravity of the sauna. We took our time, and took advantage of the expanse and comfort of the queen size bed, versus the filthy and hard cabina mattress in the sauna. When the fucking commenced, we had an issue with how squeaky the bed frame was, and it made some noise with the bed banging on the wall with every thrust. 

Sleep was pretty nice too. I got woken up by him going to the bathroom.  It was 7 hours later. He gets back into bed to snuggle some more. After an hour of cuddling and kissing and some talking, I finally coax a hard-on from him and off we went. I didn’t want to cum (saving for other boys) but he was game and came in my mouth.  Afterwards he heads to the shower to clean himself off:

and then I join him. Afterwards we go downstairs to have café da mahna. He was hungry and ate a lot. After some more talking back in the room, I give him 200 and a 20 for the taxi. He tells me to send him a message if I was st the sauna later. I tell him I will. We kiss and he was off. I checked the room. All my things accounted for, nothing was stolen. I have come a long way from that first overnight with Gabriel in my first trip report. 

With sex and breakfast behind me I dive into my work. I was motivated to finish all this once and for all, so I can meet up with Grindr guy from last night at 3 PM, as well as going to the sauna after, and then a rendezvous with Paulo, the guy I had coffee with yesterday, to end the night. This is why I had to save the cum. I had several chances to score later.

I was able to finish work with some minutes to spare. Grindr guy was coming up soon, in 20 minutes. I do a quick shower and tidy up the room to give it some semblance of order. I head downstairs and got some potato chips at reception. I was a little hungry. I waited for the guy at the lobby. 

After 10 minutes Grindr guy saunters in. He is taller than I thought, maybe 6’4. 25 years old, Italian looks, wearing cute glasses, a polo shirt and jeans. He was smiling widely, as I stand up to shake his hand. “How are you? Nice to finally meet you!” he says enthusiastically. I apologized to him for not being able to go with him and his friends to the bars. He said it was ok, he was with friends. But he said he had too much to drink. And he had to wake up a little early today because he had a lunch with family. Sunday is family time for Brazilians, he says, and this Sunday was no exception for his family. I asked him if I was in the way of his family day today. He said I wasn’t. He was going to go back to a family dinner later anyway, and my time with him this afternoon was a good distraction. 

This was nice. Conversation was flowing. The guy was pretty amiable, and had a naturally cheerful personality. English was perfect, accent only discernable with certain English words. We continued talking in the room. And then he looks at my left hand and takes it. I lean in for a kiss.  That was it.

He had a muscular frame but not too worked out body. More natural, with a little belly but suited him nicely. To my surprise, his body was smooth. I thought he’d be hairy because of his big beard. And he didn’t lack the size. My Brazilian expectation of a big dick and plump ass was pretty impressive with this guy. The cock was nice long and thick. The ass was plump and smooth. We feasted on the buffet at hand.

It took us one and half hours to finish. He came 3 times! All 3 times  was when I was fucking him. After every time he came we would take a break, sometimes talk, sometimes doze off. And then he would get a hold of my dick to make me hard and we were at it again. I only came once, on minute 20. Not that I couldn’t do more, but I had far to go today. 

The guy left around 5 PM. I had only a few minutes before I had to shower again for the sauna. 

Sauna Olimpo on a Sunday, next…

[Walker]

I think I recognize this Bruno guy from this picture. Yes, he always stands leaning on one leg. He is tall, maybe over 6feet, dark hair, chest is a little hairy but trim.  He goes to Olimpo everyday,  I had him once.

[pauleiro]

This Bruno is lovely. He has a butt to die for ! I will be again in BH in December and will certainly try to meet him ! Thanks for the report !

[numazu]

Day 3.5:  Taking the bad with the good

I got to Sauna Olimpo as soon as I scrubbed myself down and got dressed.  It was 5:30 PM, and the place was fairly busy with the Sunday crowd. Got into my towel + cellphone attire and surveyed the terrain. Some boys who I saw yesterday were here again.  Some new ones that were just OK. No one stood out at the moment. 

I saw Bruno again and he spotted me and gave a big smile. He gives me a big hug and asks if I wanted to have a go again. “Talvez,” I said, not committing to anything. I told him I wanted to survey the field first. He respected that and then just hung around a bit to talk. He asked me if I liked the sauna, and how it compared to others I’ve seen. I told him that the facilities were excellent, but the cabinas were not as good. He told me I could get one of the “suites” with an en-suite bathroom. I asked if he could get one for me. He took off for the counter and pretty soon was back with a key to the suite.  

He showed me where it was and unlocked it for me to have a peek inside. It was fairly decent. He said it was charged per hour. I told him I was going to hold onto the key for a while. We retired to the video room and watched some straight porn while talking.  After a few more minutes, Bruno told me that he will check out the customers, as he wanted an early night. We both left the video room and then went our separate ways.

After a few minutes I was getting bored. I wasn’t finding any of the boys inspiring. I guess that’s what happens when one has already hooked up with two boys before the sauna. I spot a young pretty guy with an average body who was hanging out with a Brazilian friend yesterday. I though he looked charming but he is more of a B-quality boy. Definitely someone I wouldn’t get in a sauna. He spotted me and extended a hand, and then sat with me. He spoke Portugues in a strange accent that I could barely understand. But I kept up and talked.

Eventually we got to the subject of a programa. He said he’d do everything, and for 80 reals ($20). That is the cheapest I’ve ever been quoted in a sauna. He was a B quality boy after all, so it made sense. Since nothing seemed to be inspiring me I took a chance with this particular boy next door. I told him I already had a suite and to just get some condoms and lube. He got some and took my suite key and led the way.

What followed was pretty decent foreplay. But then I decided to rim him and he obviously needed a shower down there. I told him to shower and clean his bunda before proceeding. He did as told and then came back. His ass was still not as clean as I hoped. I decided to skip rimming and just fuck. He expertly took the condoms and lube and then sat on me. It was pretty rough thrusts by him, not sauve at all. After a few more pretty violent thrusts I told him to get off me.

Holy shit, literally. My condom-sheathed dick was covered in shit. Disgusting. I told him to take it off and shower some more. He tossed the condom on the floor and did as told. He came back and put another condom on me and sat on me again. I tossed him on the bed and fucked him that way. I pulled out and the condom was covered in shit, again. This boy is not gonna work out. I told him we should just shower and call it a day. In the shower he tried to make amends. He blew me till I came in his mouth.

I gave him 80 reals because, I guess he performed as promised. There is no standard of cleanliness with garotos I am know of, as with gay guys, but all that shit was just ridiculous. I remember in my most recent Bangkok trip I had three Myanmar boys in a row, and all three had pristine, smooth asses. And the asses were scentless too, no trace of perfume covering up anything, and not even a soap scent. It was just scentless, beautiful ass. Not like the hellscape I just experienced just now.

I decided to not let that discourage me. I sat on the bar and ordered a beer. One of yesterday’s friendly clients was back and we talked for a bit. I warned him about swamp ass. He laughed and said that the boy did have a reputation. I guess I missed the memo. After a while, he bid me farewell to do a programa with a tall and lean black guy. I played with my phone for a while.

After a while, and still nursing my beer, I felt a big presence get behind me and they put their hands on my shoulders. “How are you,” the guy said, in English. “I am good, yourself?” “I am good thanks!” answers the guy. I thought it was someone I knew. I turned around and it was another boy. He was very tall, young looking, nice lean muscular body and very cute. He has very tanned skin, and his smile was amazing.

I was slightly disoriented. They were the first English words I’ve heard anyone speak to me in 3 days. “Can I?” he asked, pointing to the seat next to me. “Sim,” I answered, veering to the more familiar Portuguese. “Voce fala Portugues?” he asks. “Um pouco,” a little, I said. “Ainda estou aprendendo,” still learning. We switch to Portuguese. He was highly intelligible, even if he was speaking faster than what I am used to. His voice was deep and boyish at the same time. And he smiled while he spoke. A turn on.

We talked about some boilerplate topics. Names (let’s call him Thiago), where we were from (he was native Mineiro), age (he is 21). He looked his age but his demeanor was more mature. He then asked me about what my impression of Brazil was. He was pretty easy to talk to, but also was not afraid to challenge me on certain things I said. He made me feel at ease. I asked him if he was going to school. He said yes, he was studying in a university, for a science degree. He said he went here at the sauna on the weekends to make money.

He was also fairly complimentary. He definitely knew what words to say to give you confidence. It was different talking to him versus other GPs I’ve hung out with so far. I could talk to him all night. But of course I knew he didn’t have all night. I asked him if he really was a GP, or just a gay guy who wandered in the club. He laughed and asked why I asked that. I told him that he was educated, a great conversationalist, and not once asked if I wanted a programa, and we have been talking for a while. He said he liked talking too, and didn’t mind getting to know me.

Since we were on that topic, I did ask him about what he did in bed. “Tudo,” he said the magic words. I told him we should go to my suite. And then I remembered the suite still had the shit covered condoms on the floor.  I asked Thiago if he can have someone clean up the room. Handing him the key, someone took it from him to clean the room. I ordered him a beer and then waited for the suite. After a few minutes the key was handed back to me. We headed over to the room. The room was clean again thank god.

We quickly dispatched of our towels. His dick just swung back and forth while he got to the bed and lied down. This was promising. I wrap myself around him. We continued talking. But now with a lot of making out and groping. We finished our beers and then made out like bandits. Sucking, body contact. Rimming was heaven. He was scentless, and it tasted great. He was toying with me too, teasing my ass with his big hard cock. His cock was nice. Thick, uncut, healthy foreskin real estate. I told him I wasn’t ready to get fucked, but would love to fuck him.

So I did. And came in the condom. Pulling out, the condom was spotless. He is my kind of GP. We shower together, still talking, laughing, kissing. He asks me for my Whatsapp. I put it in his phone. He takes a selfie and sends it to me as a first message. We put on our towels and head for the lockers. I give him 150 and he accepts, not counting the bills. I don’t think we ever discussed the subject of payment. I gave him what I thought was fair, but he deserved more.

I put on my clothes. It was 9 PM. I was late for my nightcap. Paulo was waiting for me at the hotel.  That’s next.

[Uqtyang]

Wow glad you had a great trip :-)

[demedici]

On two occasions I neglected to discuss the issue of renumeration and both times the thing broke down into a scene. Once I was asked to pay $350 and did because I was embarrassed. Another, I pushed back and offered to go to the manager to sort it all out and things magically became easier to resolve.

It was a dangerous omission but I'm happy it worked out. 

I have always been a fan of BH's sauna. 

[numazu]

Day 4: Bye BH, Hello Rio, and first impressions

I know that Brasileiros are known to be late for appointments, but after the excitement in Sauna Olimpo, I was the one late for my night cap with Paulo, the hotel worker who I had intimate relations with yesterday. It was a Sunday night, and Paulo had school at the unholy hour of 7 AM tomorrow morning, which meant he had to wake up at 5 AM, which meant he could not stay the night. No matter.  We made good use of the short time we had.  We went back to the hotel room and just shot the shit. Made out, talked, made out some more. Nothing too intense. Perfect for just closing out the weekend.

We were too lazy to go out (it was also a little bit cold, as it was late winter). So he suggested just getting burgers delivered to the hotel using Uber Eats. After looking at options we chose Burger king (I know). We put the hotel’s address and my room number in the order. 30 minutes later we get a call from reception asking if we had an order. We gave permission and 5 minutes later the deliver was knocking on our door. 2 giant cheesy burgers with cheese, French fries and 2 cokes ($20):

Paulo left at 12:30 AM, after a nice low-key intimate time. As for me, I was tuckered out. It was a 4-boy day today. I slept for 10 hours straight and only woke up because of my alarm. It was time to go to Rio. The Uber ride back to Confins airport was pretty uneventful. And it was nice to see the new freeway in daylight. The Azul airlines flight was on time and pretty uneventful. They are still the more reliable choice for me.

It was the first time I have flown into Rio’s secondary airport, Santos Dumont. Going through it was a breeze compared to the much larger and busier Galeao, but maybe not having to go through immigration was a big part of it:

The walk to the Uber waiting lounge was pretty long one, especially if you’re schlepping bags with you. Once there, there were a quite a few passengers waiting with you, but it seemed pretty organized:

It was $5 to get to Copacabana from the airport, and traffic was pretty light, as it only took as 15 minutes to get to the hotel.

I reserved a 2 bedroom condo in Ipanema for this Rio leg, but because I was arriving one day early, I decided to cash in some hotel points and stay at the Hilton Copacabana for a day:

 

I used the rest of the afternoon to enjoy the hotel’s facilities like the pool and the gym, as well as check out the beach. If you have Hilton status, it’s a good hotel to stay at, as they offered an upgrade to bigger room and beach view, as well as some free snacks, and free breakfast:

As far as security, there was security everywhere in the lobby of the hotel. I had Gabriel, my GP extraordinaire, to spend the night with me today, and he arrived at 10 PM.  At that hour, he was asked to register as a guest, which was fine with me.  The hotel is probably not as flexible with overnight guests and there is a need to register them, but during the day I am sure you can sneak in a trick or two. There were a lot of late hour dining options around the hotel, and Gabriel and I were able to catch up over dinner and drinks.

On this first day, my Grindr exploded as expected, and it got messages from majority free boys, which was surprising. The last time I was in Rio was the first week of Janaury, and it was at least 80% GP messages. This time, late winter, I had more free boy messages, and about half talked in English, and some Argentinians on vacation as well. Most of them were hot too (no pics sorry). I should go back every winter:

The GPs were present of course, and this was on the first day.  Samples:

#1

#2

#3

#4

There were some interesting messages from people who I expected were GPs, but did not ever broach the subject of pay. I wonder what their deal was, like this guy:

And today, between the pool time and when Gabriel arrived, I went to the new sauna Manhattan Rio’s.  My impressions, next…

[numazu]

Day 4.5: Hakuna Manhattan

So this was my exchange with @floridarob, before and after I went to Manhattan Rios, the new (ish) sauna in Rio:

After a relaxing dip in the Hilton pool I decided to head on over to Manhattan Rios to see what all the hubbub was about. Since it was a Monday and Club 117 was closed, I had only this sauna and Pointe 202 to choose from. I haven’t been to 202 yet, and my only experience with saunas in Rio was at 117 that one time that I met Gabriel. After asking @floridarob where to go, I immediately Ubered it to Manhattan Rios.

The Uber was following the directions, but I had the same problem that other people had with getting to this place. I was dropped off at the street behind the actual street of the sauna, and had to walk through. Interesting issue but it was not too bad. I thank people in this thread for identifying the problem:

I get to the main street and there was a guy in front of the supposed entrance to the sauna. “Manhattan?” I ask. He points to the door and I go in. I get my sauna key and I was in the main area. I was initially confused by the lay out. It was kind of claustrophobic. And there were some boys who were in towels, and some were hot, but most were just staring at me and not saying hi, unlike it was in 117. The bartender/bar was what I saw immediately and I ask him where the lockers and bathroom was. He leaves his post to show me where both were. I pee like a racehorse at the banheiro and then go to the locker room and 

I keep my clothes on and put my wallet in the locker. I see two customers come in after me and they get into their towels. Good, I wasn’t alone. The whole place felt deserted. I make my rounds and saw about 10 boys milling around. I thought 2 were hot, 6 were boys next door, and 2 were not my type. I tried to make eye contact to start a conversation but the boys were a bit shy or circumspect of my presence so we were just passing each other by.

I went up to the hottest guy in the premises (so far). He was tall, muscularly lean, and obviously had a big penis, judging from the obvious bulge in front. He had delicious dark skin, and his face was young but handsome. I shake his hand and introduced myself. He told me his name was Caio. Up close he was really striking. I could make this work. I ask we he did for sex. “So ativo,” he said, only top. I asked if he could bottom for me? He rejected it violently, as if I was asking for something awful and walked away. I guess that was it for Caio.

I was striking out. None of the other guys I was seeing were doing it for me. Maybe this is not the sauna for me. The sauna definitely had more “boy next door types” than not. I saw a few more super hot ones appear but at this point I was more circumspect with asking them if they could bottom. They all looked like tops to me. As I was about to turn to this next super hot guy to talk to, this other guy came out of nowhere and put a hand on my arm, to get me to stop turning and talk to him.

I look at the guy. He was really handsome. He had big bright light brown eyes, the classic Italian nose, and a smile with teeth that were really bright He was really really tan, and he was wearing jeans, a detail that made him stand out from the other GPs who were in those drab white towels. His body was naturally muscular, not too worked out, a 4-pack instead of a 6. But it was those dimples, coming out with that smile, that really stood him apart.

“What’s your name?” he asks, in English. I tell him, and asked him, in Portuguese, the same. “Herik,” he says. He asks the usual questions. He had a deep raspy voice, which was very interesting, and sexy. He was very engaging, and obviously very personable. A complete 180 from the cold Caio earlier. 

While we were talking, a lot of garotos were milling around and stepping over us in the corridor. This sauna is kind of claustrophobic, and it is hard to cruise like this in cramped quarters. But I was eager to know Herik more, and it seems he wanted to know me too. We switch between English and Portuguese, since Herik seemed to be adept in doing so, which was different from the others I’ve talked to.

His GP needs came up to the surface though. He asked if I wanted to do a programa. I said maybe, playing coy. I asked him what he does in bed. He then puts a hand to his cheek to shield the view of his mouth from the others in the corridor. He then sticks out his tongue to reveal its length. Holy shit that tongue was long. We both laugh. I was sold. I didn’t even ask if he was a top or a bottom. I asked how much for his services. He said 100. I tell him to get a cabina and some condoms and lube.

We head up to the room. It was an interesting room. It was dark, there was a sink, and there were mirrors in the ceiling and the walls by the bed. Old-school sleaze but it was cool and will do the job. We immediately get over the pleasantries and kiss passionately. He was possibly the best kisser I’ve encountered in Brazil, free or paid. That tongue was really doing its work. His muscles tensed up while we kissed. They felt good. He felt good.

We come up for air long enough for him to get me naked. He immediately goes for my ass, and gives me the rimming of my life. Man, this guy. Words can’t describe how awesome it felt. He was going for it, almost like he was enjoying it. He took care of my cock as well, but he concentrated in rimming. After a while I get out of my reverie and notice our reflections in the mirror. My light tan skin against his dark tan created a stark contrast. His face was deeply buried in my ass. It was hot. 

This went on for a while. And then I managed to do my own exploring. His cock was big, as expected, and his ass tasted great as well. But he continued on his own tongue exploration. And then he asked me if he could fuck me. I said maybe. I said I was not ready. He said it didn’t matter. He wanted it. So I let him. He was gentle, and expertly managed to get me comfortable in his motions. The reflections in the mirror was hot too. Pretty soon he was about to cum. He pulls out and comes on my chest. He kisses me deeply. 

He asked me if I wanted to do anything. I told him I wanted to fuck him. He puts a condom on me and sits on me. He expertly gets me to cum in the condom. We get wiped down from all the mess using the sink. We talk for a while in the room before heading out. At the lockers I decide to give him 150. He thanks me and then asks if I was heading out or gonna stay for a while. I told him I had time to kill before dinner so I was gonna stay. He asks if I wanted him to stay with me. I told him he can.

He leads me to the first floor bar where there were tables and chairs. There were about 4 customers with boys surrounding them. Across from us were other boys just waiting on customers. About 20% of them I could see doing a programa with. Most of them looked bored. One of the boys was Caio, the aloof top who rejected me. He still did not have a customer. 

I ordered beers for both of us. Herik and I talked about his life as a GP. He tells me that Manhattan is usually where he goes on Mondays, but he can be found mostly at Pointe 202, because he thinks it is a superior sauna for clients, and he thinks the whole layout was better than Manhattan. He goes to 117 on occasion, but Ponte 202 was really his beat. He says he usually just gets 1 client a night, as he hates staying in the sauna for too long. Herik then asks if he could excuse himself, and then disappears for a while to put on street clothes.

A friend of Herik’s, also a GP, was with the gaggle of other GPs across from us. His name was Cristian. One of the boy next door types. He was talking to me from across the room. I invite Cristian over and ordered him a beer too. Herik comes back and was happy that I invited Cristian over. Pretty soon we were all talking and shooting the shit. There was lively music playing. The vibe at Manhattan was definitely more relaxed than 117. We spent a good part of an hour just relaxing and talking, and Herik and I making out in front of everything, with beers flowing.

Pretty soon there was a show. There was a drag queen that did a song. And then three boys went onstage and began to dance. Some customers actually joined them and it was all a good time.  Not a bad way to spend a Monday night in Rio. I definitely made the right decision to come to Rio one day early.

It was 9:30 PM and I told Herik and Cristian I needed to go. I rescued my wallet from the locker and gave Cristian 30 reals just for being a good sport. He was grateful and asked for my Whatsapp. He really wasn’t the type I’d pay for sex, but he was a good sport, and provided some entertainment. Herik accompanies me to the counter as I pay for the night. I forgot how many beers we ordered, but the whole bill was $65. I am not sure if this was little or a lot, but I didn’t care. 

Herik waited with me at the counter for my Uber. He wasn’t shy. He still was making out with me even here. My Uber comes. Herik gets in with me and instructs the driver to let him out at a street that was on the way. In the car, Herik and I exchange Whastapps. After 5 minutes the Uber got to the street, Herik kisses me one last time, and gets out. 

Overall I think Manhattan Rios is a pretty chill sauna. The boys were fine, definitely a tier below 117, on average. The place itself was a little bit claustrophobic, but the atmosphere was pretty fun. I was eager to check out Pointe 202 though, and may not be able to have time to go back to Manhattan again this trip. 

I get back to the Hilton to wait for Gabriel. I’m happy to report that Gabriel is still hot, still sizzling in bed, but this time, a little bit melancholic and introspective. Definitely a departure from his usual Carioca bombast. I guess the winter is depressing for everyone, even in Rio.

Next, touring Rio, and going to 117 with a free boy.

[floridarob]

I like the boor next door type, typically more humble.....for this reason I still like Fragata in SP.

Most of the times in my whoring adventures, the more average and humble the guy is , the better sex I've had...models are into themselves too much and I've had lots of mediocre sex with the best looking guys,lol