My Fourth Time in Brazil - Sao Paulo, Santos, Rio de Janeiro

[numazu]

Day 0: The Setup

So I can’t claim the term “newbie” anymore, as this would be my fourth trip to Brazil in 10 months. I do feel that I am not an expert yet, compared to some of you here. But I have gotten over my initial hang-ups with Brazil (dangerous, language barrier, samba overkill) and can honestly say that I am thoroughly comfortable with visiting the country and mixing it up with the locals.

To clarify my three hang ups above: dangerous – I still think it is still pretty  fucking dangerous, but one can manage the risks when one gets there; language barrier – Portuguese is still a difficult language to learn for me, but I am getting along faster than I thought I would at this stage; samba overkill – this has changed, it is now “funk” overkill, like what reggeaton is to Colombia.

This trip was different from the three other Brazil trips I’ve had so far. Those other trips were planned well in advance, with fares bought many months beforehand, and hotels and AirBNBs booked before the good options were snatched away. This trip was spontaneous in comparison. Because of all the fun that was had on the previous trip, I just had to book the next trip as soon as I got home, and only 3 weeks before the actual start of the next trip. My usual preparation:

1. The journey, not the arrival, matters

As one would expect, booking less than a month away from the start of the trip yielded far less trip deals ($1000 to $1500 RT) from California.  So I buckled down and did a hybrid booking on two separate tickets: I cashed in 25,000 Avios points on my British Airways account from Miami to Sao Paulo on LATAM, and another 25,000 Avios points from Sao Paulo back to Miami, this time on American. And then I paid $350 for a roundtrip from California to get to Miami on American to hop on these Brazil flights. Since these bookings are separate tickets, there was always a danger of missing and losing flights if my first flight from and back to California was delayed. But $350 and 50,000 points were better than $1000 at this point.

2. Show me your friends and I’ll show you your future

If you remember last trip, Diego, the garoto de programa who left me and my friends in a sauna for actual paying customers:

On 11/11/2018 at 1:50 PM, numazu1 said:

Leo said something strange happened. He says that when I left to go to the bathroom earlier, he said that Diego engaged with the two Brazilian clients who were eyeing him earlier. He then told Leo that he will be going to go with the clients. “To have sex?” I ask. Leo says he didn’t know, but Diego has not been back since and could not be located. Leo was sort of upset while he was telling me this. I can tell that Leo was disappointed with Diego.

I shrugged my shoulders. I told Leo that while it was disappointing that Diego left us for some clients, I reminded Leo that Diego is still a Garoto de Programa, and he wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t need the money. We weren’t paying him, I reminded Leo, at his request, and it is not surprising that he would go where the money was. Leo understood, but still was pretty disappointed with Diego’s choice. “I thought he was having fun with us,” Leo says, heartbreakingly so. He probably was, I say, but at the end of the day, the guy’s gotta eat and pay his bills. “I just don’t understand GPs,” Leo finally says.

...

It was a nice time just talking to Leo and Alex over food and drinks, and the amazing music was surprisingly great.  Leo still lamented the fact that Diego abandoned us. I tell Leo to not sweat it, and just enjoy our last night together this trip. I tell Leo that we do not know Diego’s own demons and problems, and he probably had a very good reason to go with the clients. The life of a GP is hard, and he probably has had to give up a lot of his personal time to attend to clients, not because he wants to, but because it was a matter of survival.

After the trip I gave him the last 500 reals he needed for him to be able to leave his pimp, and he promised to stay with me (us) on my next trip. After I booked my flights, I confirmed with Diego, and Diego then asked me to buy him his tickets from Rio to Sao Paulo. $88 later, he was set,  ready to stay in Sao Paulo with me (us) for 5 nights.

As for other companions, Leo, the hairdresser extraordinaire, will be available to hang out with me again. He said he is contracted to work on a TV show the majority of the time I will be there, but will hang out when he can. Alex, Leo’s cousin who is a programmer, said he would be available for the whole time I am there, but will have to see if he can get time off.

Hanging out with friends during a sex tourist trip is tricky. On the one hand having local friends can be advantageous with finding out where to go that’s beyond the tourist traps, help with the local language (though I’d rather learn the language too and having friends who speak for you is kind of a double edged sword), and filling out the time in between sauna trips (beaches! Nighclubs! Random orgies!). But traveling with friends meant having to get a consensus on what to do together. Which is like herding cats sometimes.

3. The sky’s the limit if you have a roof over your head

With the flights reserved, there was the question of lodging. With my stay in Sao Paulo, I had options. Leo and Alexandre offered their homes up. Leo lived at a house near Guarulhos with his mother and pets. Alex lives in Tatuape, which is situated somewhat in between Guarulhos and Ave Paulista, so it was closer to the action. I tell them to decide for me with whom I’d stay.

As we all talked about my week-long stay in Brazil, we determined that staying in Sao Paulo the whole time would be boring. Since Diego was flying back to Rio on Day 6, Alex and I thought that it would be good to also go to Rio the same day (same flight) to spend a few days there (sem Diego of course). So I booked an AirBNB in the middle of Ipanema and Copa (near Aproador), with a sofabed so Alex can stay there as well. AirBNB’s of a certain caliber (24 hour security, full kitchen, washer with gym and pool access) are still less than $50 a night, so not too bad. I paid for the AirBNB, as a thank you to Alex for letting me stay in his house.

4. Variety is the spice of life

Finally, as much fun as my newfound friends were, I needed to mix it up. I wanted to see the other people I’ve met in Brasil in the past. So I enlisted the services of Thiago, my find in Belo Horizonte:

On 10/4/2018 at 4:04 PM, numazu1 said:

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.

When he has a break in studies, he tries to take the bus to either Rio or SP to work at the saunas there. While he has had a steady stable of customers in BH, he goes to the bigger cities at times if he needs more money and to mix it up. He stays with friends while in RJ or SP, and charges a little bit more for his programas than he would in the smaller and cheaper Belo Horizonte.

He happened to be in Rio the same week I would be. So after my stay with Alex in Rio, I offered to fly Thiago to Sao Paulo from Rio to stay with me for my last night in Brazil this trip. He would take the bus from SP to BH from there in time to be home for his classes the next day. Our terms were simple: he won’t charge me anything to stay with me, in return he would be able to work at Lagoa, the sauna in Sao Paulo, at the same time I was in the sauna hiring boys. Seems like the perfect scenario to me: having someone available during all non-sauna hours, and during sauna hours, having the same person earn money while with me, while I sample for Brazilians. A win-win.

No time for Gabriel this trip. I have moved on.

So next up, the nightlife in Sao Paulo with Diego, Leo and Alex.

Continue or no?

[pylonguy71]

Definitely continue!!

[TotallyOz]

Hell yes!

[flipao]

Yes, please!

[Lucky]

Oh, I don't know. Do you really need our encouragement these days, after all the love we have given to your threads?                                                                                 Okay, yes, keep going.

[BlkSuperman]

9 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Day 0: The Setup

So I can’t claim the term “newbie” anymore, as this would be my fourth trip to Brazil in 10 months. I do feel that I am not an expert yet, compared to some of you here. But I have gotten over my initial hang-ups with Brazil (dangerous, language barrier, samba overkill) and can honestly say that I am thoroughly comfortable with visiting the country and mixing it up with the locals.

To clarify my three hang ups above: dangerous – I still think it is still pretty  fucking dangerous, but one can manage the risks when one gets there; language barrier – Portuguese is still a difficult language to learn for me, but I am getting along faster than I thought I would at this stage; samba overkill – this has changed, it is now “funk” overkill, like what reggeaton is to Colombia.

This trip was different from the three other Brazil trips I’ve had so far. Those other trips were planned well in advance, with fares bought many months beforehand, and hotels and AirBNBs booked before the good options were snatched away. This trip was spontaneous in comparison. Because of all the fun that was had on the previous trip, I just had to book the next trip as soon as I got home, and only 3 weeks before the actual start of the next trip. My usual preparation:

1. The journey, not the arrival, matters

As one would expect, booking less than a month away from the start of the trip yielded far less trip deals ($1000 to $1500 RT) from California.  So I buckled down and did a hybrid booking on two separate tickets: I cashed in 25,000 Avios points on my British Airways account from Miami to Sao Paulo on LATAM, and another 25,000 Avios points from Sao Paulo back to Miami, this time on American. And then I paid $350 for a roundtrip from California to get to Miami on American to hop on these Brazil flights. Since these bookings are separate tickets, there was always a danger of missing and losing flights if my first flight from and back to California was delayed. But $350 and 50,000 points were better than $1000 at this point.

2. Show me your friends and I’ll show you your future

If you remember last trip, Diego, the garoto de programa who left me and my friends in a sauna for actual paying customers:

After the trip I gave him the last 500 reals he needed for him to be able to leave his pimp, and he promised to stay with me (us) on my next trip. After I booked my flights, I confirmed with Diego, and Diego then asked me to buy him his tickets from Rio to Sao Paulo. $88 later, he was set,  ready to stay in Sao Paulo with me (us) for 5 nights.

As for other companions, Leo, the hairdresser extraordinaire, will be available to hang out with me again. He said he is contracted to work on a TV show the majority of the time I will be there, but will hang out when he can. Alex, Leo’s cousin who is a programmer, said he would be available for the whole time I am there, but will have to see if he can get time off.

Hanging out with friends during a sex tourist trip is tricky. On the one hand having local friends can be advantageous with finding out where to go that’s beyond the tourist traps, help with the local language (though I’d rather learn the language too and having friends who speak for you is kind of a double edged sword), and filling out the time in between sauna trips (beaches! Nighclubs! Random orgies!). But traveling with friends meant having to get a consensus on what to do together. Which is like herding cats sometimes.

3. The sky’s the limit if you have a roof over your head

With the flights reserved, there was the question of lodging. With my stay in Sao Paulo, I had options. Leo and Alexandre offered their homes up. Leo lived at a house near Guarulhos with his mother and pets. Alex lives in Tatuape, which is situated somewhat in between Guarulhos and Ave Paulista, so it was closer to the action. I tell them to decide for me with whom I’d stay.

As we all talked about my week-long stay in Brazil, we determined that staying in Sao Paulo the whole time would be boring. Since Diego was flying back to Rio on Day 6, Alex and I thought that it would be good to also go to Rio the same day (same flight) to spend a few days there (sem Diego of course). So I booked an AirBNB in the middle of Ipanema and Copa (near Aproador), with a sofabed so Alex can stay there as well. AirBNB’s of a certain caliber (24 hour security, full kitchen, washer with gym and pool access) are still less than $50 a night, so not too bad. I paid for the AirBNB, as a thank you to Alex for letting me stay in his house.

4. Variety is the spice of life

Finally, as much fun as my newfound friends were, I needed to mix it up. I wanted to see the other people I’ve met in Brasil in the past. So I enlisted the services of Thiago, my find in Belo Horizonte:

When he has a break in studies, he tries to take the bus to either Rio or SP to work at the saunas there. While he has had a steady stable of customers in BH, he goes to the bigger cities at times if he needs more money and to mix it up. He stays with friends while in RJ or SP, and charges a little bit more for his programas than he would in the smaller and cheaper Belo Horizonte.

He happened to be in Rio the same week I would be. So after my stay with Alex in Rio, I offered to fly Thiago to Sao Paulo from Rio to stay with me for my last night in Brazil this trip. He would take the bus from SP to BH from there in time to be home for his classes the next day. Our terms were simple: he won’t charge me anything to stay with me, in return he would be able to work at Lagoa, the sauna in Sao Paulo, at the same time I was in the sauna hiring boys. Seems like the perfect scenario to me: having someone available during all non-sauna hours, and during sauna hours, having the same person earn money while with me, while I sample for Brazilians. A win-win.

No time for Gabriel this trip. I have moved on.

So next up, the nightlife in Sao Paulo with Diego, Leo and Alex.

Continue or no?

Is thiago about 6'2, full of muscles and tattoos?

[numazu]

8 hours ago, BlkSuperman said:

Is thiago about 6'2, full of muscles and tattoos?

Not sure if its the same boy but...

Yes he is tall, yes he is muscular, and he has some tattoos, but not full of tattoos. He also doesn't want anyone knowing he is a GP. More on this later, when I write about him.

9 hours ago, Lucky said:

Oh, I don't know. Do you really need our encouragement these days, after all the love we have given to your threads?                                                                                 Okay, yes, keep going.

Haha. Well it's still nice to get the temperature of the room. My trip reports are too long, too detailed, and too rambling even for me. Thanks for the more than ample encouragement. 

17 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Continue or no?

Some of you, privately, took umbrage with the fact that I wrote these three words, signifying that I was starving for attention. My intention was to footnote every “Day 0: Setup” post with this “Continue or no?” question, as more of a flourish or rhetorical question that it is a call for votes to see if I am popular or not. It’s always nice to get feedback, but that’s not the main reason why I write my drivel.

I write about my adventures primarily because I enjoy writing, and it helps me to take stock of what just happened, especially because these Brazil trips are always super intense and always somewhat life changing. Every. Single. Trip. Traveling alone is a sort of punishment you give yourself. You willingly thrust yourself at the mercy of strangers, in a strange land, with strange customs, and sleeping in a strange bed, eating strange food, and speaking a strange language. But it does change you, always, for the better, because, as the saying goes, “adversity builds character.”

So guys, for the few who are reading, I hope you enjoy the trip report! 

[axiom2001]

I chose not to quote what you "penned" or word processed but just wanted to say that from your previous feedback-- many of us cordially requested that you continue with your sharing of your experiences while in Brasil. 

And, as I've written previously, you write very well and need not question.  It's been highly interesting and, hell yes, LITERATE! []

[floridarob]

Imagine if we earned the freq flyer miles for the tickets we have bought for others??

[Ojibear]

5 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Not sure if its the same boy but...

Yes he is tall, yes he is muscular, and he has some tattoos, but not full of tattoos. He also doesn't want anyone knowing he is a GP. More on this later, when I write about him.

Haha. Well it's still nice to get the temperature of the room. My trip reports are too long, too detailed, and too rambling even for me. Thanks for the more than ample encouragement. 

Some of you, privately, took umbrage with the fact that I wrote these three words, signifying that I was starving for attention. My intention was to footnote every “Day 0: Setup” post with this “Continue or no?” question, as more of a flourish or rhetorical question that it is a call for votes to see if I am popular or not. It’s always nice to get feedback, but that’s not the main reason why I write my drivel.

I write about my adventures primarily because I enjoy writing, and it helps me to take stock of what just happened, especially because these Brazil trips are always super intense and always somewhat life changing. Every. Single. Trip. Traveling alone is a sort of punishment you give yourself. You willingly thrust yourself at the mercy of strangers, in a strange land, with strange customs, and sleeping in a strange bed, eating strange food, and speaking a strange language. But it does change you, always, for the better, because, as the saying goes, “adversity builds character.”

So guys, for the few who are reading, I hope you enjoy the trip report! 

I hope they were just teasing.  For some who are impecunious or physically unable to travel, it is an important source of vicarious living.  As for me, I'm saving up to visit this strange paradise.  Thank you for your inspiring stories.

[numazu]

Day 1-3: Sao Paulo State of Mind

I am condensing the first non-sauna days in this post, because I think most people here prefer the sexy sauna bits anyway. But to others who also like the travel bits, here’s three days’ worth of Sao Paulo state.

As the days grew closer to the actual trip, Leo, Alex and I were getting excited. They strongly suggested that we all should go to Sao Vicente, a coastal town by the Atlantic coast, about an hour and a half drive from the city of Sao Paulo. Alex was going to borrow his parent’s car and we would all chip in for an AirBNB for 3 nights. We found a nice two-bedroom just by the beach in the nearby city of Santos. 

There weren’t any GP saunas in the area (I think), but there were GPs that could be found on Hornet and Grindr (this is Brazil after all). I told my friends that it would be nice to at least have a companion (for sex, talks, whatever else) if Diego decided to flake out on me. So Leo, who is always trying to help, set his fake GPS thing to Sao Vicente and hunted for a few boys for me in case I was solo for the trip.  It was important for him to find eye candy as well, because he likes filling his Instagram with pretty things. His findings, ranging from 150 reals for a sex session, to 500 reals per day:

Boy 1:

 

Boy 2:

Boy 3:

We go close to hiring this one, he was 400 reals a day:

 

But the boys weren’t needed. On the day that I would arrive in Sao Paulo, Diego informed me and Leo, through Whatsapp, that he was about to board his Azul flight from Santos Dumont in Rio, to Guarulhos. I was also arriving at Guarulhos, and timed Diego’s flight to arrive the same time as mine did. When I landed I immediately turned my cellphone on, and then a flood of messages on Whatsapp came. Some from Leo and Alex, informing me that they were coming to pick me up, and Diego, sending me photos of his FIRST time on a plane (I didn’t know), all excited, as he made his way from Rio. Diego was already telling me it was the best trip of his life. And he hasn’t even made it to Sao Paulo yet.

Immigration was surprisingly quick, as well as baggage arrival. I stepped out onto the arrivals area of Terminal 3 of Guarulhos looking all haggard and gross from the flight from Miami (and the previous flight the night before). Leo and Alex, looking all excited and… Brazilian (as in handsome, trim, and tan) were there waiting. They both greet me in Portuguese, and proceed to ask me how my flight was. It always takes me a day to fully adjust my brain to talking in a different language, since I am usually out of practice, so what came out of my mouth was a horrible garbled version of what my Portuguese usually sounds, and required constant repetition from the boys because what was coming out of my mouth was mostly unintelligible.

I was whisked away to the parking garage and had my bags carried by both guys. Alex’s car was a Volkswagen sedan (the Virtus). We drove away and got to Terminal 2, where we saw Diego, looking all handsome in his crisp white shirt, slim jeans, and blond highlights, waiting for us at the curb. He was tanner than I remembered which made his green eyes pop out even more. He sees us and breaks out a million watt smile. I was so glad he came through. I am looking forward to spending more time with him.

Our first stop was Leo’s house to have dinner with his mother. Lasagna was what was for dinner, as one would expect from a family with Italian roots. The mother was a fellow whore, and had stories of all the huge penises she has taken in the past. A shower for both Diego and I was next, and Diego wasted no time showing me how much he missed me as well. He had a tan line from where his sunga would be. It was hot. We were told by Leo and Alex to dress up comfortably but fashionably, which meant shorts and a nice t-shirt and shoes I guess.

1.    No rest for the wicked: This first night, a Friday night, was really nice out, which for gays here usually meant going to the outdoor bars near Rua Frei Caneca, one of the gay streets in Sao Paulo. Alex parks at a nearby parking lot and then gets all of us cheap beers from a nearby market  as we join the throngs of gays sipping beers, talking and flirting with each other. I got my Portuguese to a respectable level enough to not embarrass myself. Though I heard the word “gringo” uttered a few times to describe me:

2.    From one gay bar to the next: At 1 AM we quit bar hopping in Sao Paulo, and after a stopover at McDonalds to get sundaes for the road (my treat) we drove straight down to Sao Vicente, the gay beach. The 1.5 hour drive to the beach town was not bad, though we did encounter fog in the last 20 minutes of our drive. We arrived at 2:45 AM, and apparently there was still a lot of gay socializing to be had. Alex stopped at a sandwich shop called Quiosque Ponto G, which is a pretty chill gay hotspot in Sao Vicente, and at this hour in the morning, it was still hopping with gays. https://www.facebook.com/quiosquepontoglsaovicente/

3.    Russian Dressing: Probably the main attraction of Quiosque Ponto G was not the gay clientele or the food or the drinks, it was this waiter:

He got us our drink orders and seemed pretty shy and didn’t talk much. Leo was in love of course, and after the waiter left to get our drinks, was raving about how blue the waiter's eyes were. When the waiter comes back with our drinks, Leo was hell bent on talking to him to see what the waiter’s deal was.  Leo was trying to flirt with the guy, but 10 seconds into their conversation everyone was wondering where the guy was from, because it was clear, from the long pauses he takes before answering our questions, that Portuguese wasn't his first language. People in our table (and everyone else within earshot) were speculating where he came from. The consensus of the people so far was that he was Venezualan. 

I asked the guy for him name. “Dmitri,” the guy answers, with the D sounding like how you say it in Portuguese. “Russo!” I shout out.  “Voce e Russo!” He smiles and goes back to the counter to serve more drinks. Of course the guy was Russian. Those blue eyes, that blonde hair, impossibly smooth skin. Large powerful legs and blonde hair peppering his arms and legs. I wonder if he was a garoto de programa as well. We speculated about it all night. To this day, I wonder about it.

I didn’t get a photo of him but got these from the FB page of Quiosque Ponto G. Photos don’t do him justice. He was just freakin' gorgeous.

4.    Beaches with Bitches: We got home at 5 AM and slept till noon. Enough time to check out the beaches. First day went back to Sao Vicente to hang out at Ponto G (as in gay), and just stayed there basking in the sun and drank all day:

 

Next day we ventured out all the way to Guaruja, which meant getting on a ferry with our car and crossing the water:

 

Guaruja was a more well-off part of this area. Leo told me a lot about his childhood spent here with his family and this beach. Caipirinhas and finger food for lunch:

For dinner and breakfast, everyone pitched in, and we cooked meals at the AirBNB. We did need a lot of food, since we had to feed all  four of us plus all of our tricks:

This eerily reminds me of a family outing. Maybe this is my family now.

5.    Gays gays gays. Sao Vicente was widely known as the gay part of the area, and Santos, where our AirBNB was, was only 5 minutes away. It was 175 reals a night for a 2 bedroom with a spacious common area, and Leo, Alex and I split the three nights, so it was fair.  Also Grindr predictably blew up, and it was full of free boys:

And I never really knew how horny Brazilians are before I decided to spend a long weekend with a house full of them. Leo seemed to have a revolving door of tricks from Hornet. If he couldn’t do it in his and Alex’s bedroom, he would just do it in the living room. He didn’t care who saw. Which was fine by me. #pervert

Alex, on the other hand, stuck to one boy he met on Day 2. But the pairing slightly crossed the line from what I was comfortable with. The age of consent in Brazil is what, 18? That’s what Leo and Diego told me. The boy Alex met may have been younger than that. The boy may have stayed over at our AirBNB. The boy and Alex may have bickered like an old married couple. It was a running joke the whole weekend. Leo and Diego teased Alex mercilessly about his choice, and that he may go to prison because the boy may be underage. Alex didn’t care. He may have been in love.

At this point I could not say anything bad to Alex. I just played along. I wouldn’t be arrested because of this right? I wasn’t doing anything wrong? I really didn’t know the boy’s real age. He did seem a bit young. Oh well, moving on, before I get in trouble.

6.    Speaking of old married couples, Diego and I were bonding pretty well. We took ownership of the bedroom that had the queen bed and adjoining bathroom, and made good use of the privacy this provided, in between bar visits and beach lounging. While I could have probably gotten some free tail from Grindr (just because the place was crawling with gays this weekend), I did not want to waste my time looking on my phone while on vacation. I was glad I had my guy there already, and all I had to do was relax and be with me, instead of being distracted about getting the next trip, which Leo was at times.

And what I appreciated most about Diego is that he learned to speak Portuguese slower than he usually does, to help with my nascent Portuguese skills and American ears. Actually, Leo and Alex also got to enunciating their words and slowing down their speech cadence for me.  At one point, all three got used to slow talking Portuguese that they started talking like this to other Brazilians. Hilarity ensues.

 

On Monday morning at 2 AM, we needed to head back to the city of Sao Paulo. Leo and Alex both had work on Monday, so we all had to end our beach adventures. I offered to drive while Leo and Alex slept in the back. Diego kept me company on the passenger’s seat, not sleeping, but talking to me and singing along to the Spotify playlist I had on in the car, to keep me awake. 

When we got to the city, it was raining cats and dogs, but I got all of us safely to Alex’s condo building in Tatuape. We all took our luggage and situated ourselves at Alex’s place. Alex laid out a queen-size matress in the living room where he and Leo would sleep. He offered up his bedroom for me and Diego to sleep in. I told him we could just sleep on the mattress but Alex insisted since I was his guest. He gave me a set of keys to the apartment and told me help myself to anything in the house. 

Diego took a shower, asked me if I wanted sex (tomorrow, I tell him), went to bed and was out like a light. Alex was out too on the mattress. Leo and I stayed up talking till 5 AM. Then, Leo took a shower and then called an Uber to go to his work at a studio somewhere west of Paulista. No sleep for him.

I take my own shower, and then snuggled next to Diego. Diego turns around to face me and spoons. He was big spoon. “To frio,” he says, saying that he was cold from the rain still going on outside. This was nice.

Next, Diego and Leo, with me at Sauna Lagoa.

Edited December 6, 2018 by numazu

[TotallyOz]

Damn, you know how to tell a story. plus, the photos! Fucking awesome!

[trzinko]

really great story, and very well written.

not to mention the photos....

[flguy]

Thanks for the travelog and photos, its something that makes my morning when I wake up.

[BryBro]

This is a great story. It just made my day. I felt I was there on the trip myself. Looking forward to more of your stories, @numazu1

[Johnatan41]

Why do you think it is still fucking dangerous as mentioned in the beginning.of your bery good report? I consider going back to brasil but i hesitate because of security, mainly in rio. Did you feel confortable with thw boys?

[Tartegogo]

On 12/5/2018 at 10:53 PM, numazu1 said:

The age of consent in Brazil is what, 18? 

No, it is 14. 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_consent_in_Brazil

Unless the boy was paid (in which case it is prostitution, which is legal from 18 only), nobody broke the law. 

Edited December 7, 2018 by Tartegogo

[pauleiro]

Nice report. This Russian is indeed gorgeous ! 

[axiom2001]

3 hours ago, pauleiro said:

Nice report. This Russian is indeed gorgeous ! 

...a very thunderous DITTO!!!!  

[numazu]

15 hours ago, Johnatan41 said:

Why do you think it is still fucking dangerous as mentioned in the beginning.of your bery good report? I consider going back to brasil but i hesitate because of security, mainly in rio. Did you feel confortable with thw boys?

I've never been with a boy that gave me a reason to fear for my life. And the boys that step out with me out of the sauna and with me in my apartment bed have been all wonderful and trustworthy.

BUT, it is always good to know what is out there.  I won't link to the various news clips that have been posted here showing that crime is still rampant, and getting worse. Whenever we go by a sketchy area, usually going by a favela, even when we were in the safety of a moving car, my companions always warn me of going to these favelas. When we leave Ipanema and start walking back to our AirBNB, which is usually just blocks away, I am always told to mind my things and just look straight ahead and look like I belonged. All my friends have stories of being mugged, either in the Metro in Sao Paulo or the Novo Rio bus terminal, or even just walking home.

It is easy to manage the risks, and by all means come because the good throughly outweighs the bad, but just be mindful that there are some risks to going to Brazil. Take the necessary precautions and have fun! It's worth it, I promise.

9 hours ago, Tartegogo said:

No, it is 14. 

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Age_of_consent_in_Brazil

Unless the boy was paid (in which case it is prostitution, which is legal from 18 only), nobody broke the law. 

The boy wasn't paid, so maybe it wasn't illegal. I did show this wiki page to my friends and they were either ignorant of their own laws, or the wiki is wrong, because they insisted it is illegal. Maybe it is legal, though drinking for minors may be illegal, because this sign was at Quiosque Point G when the boy was with us. The boy may or may not be drinking alcohol (whoops). I may have took a photo of the boy drinking right next to the sign. I may have deleted it lol.

8 hours ago, pauleiro said:

Nice report. This Russian is indeed gorgeous ! 

 

4 hours ago, axiom2001 said:

...a very thunderous DITTO!!!!  

I have been thinking a lot about this Russian, and some of you have already given me some information about him. Please let me know if you know him! I want to know him too LOL.

Thanks for all the wonderful feedback so far! 

Edited December 7, 2018 by numazu

[Tartegogo]

4 hours ago, numazu1 said:

The boy wasn't paid, so maybe it wasn't illegal. I did show this wiki page to my friends and they were either ignorant of their own laws, or the wiki is wrong, because they insisted it is illegal.

https://www.economist.com/the-americas/2012/04/07/the-wrong-signal

http://chartsbin.com/view/03a

https://metro.co.uk/2015/02/19/shocking-map-shows-how-age-of-sexual-consent-varies-around-the-world-5070140/

https://www.ageofconsent.net/world/brazil

https://pt.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idade_de_consentimento

”No Brasil, a idade de consentimento para o sexo, em geral, é de 14 anos, conforme o novo artigo 217-A do código penal, modificado pela lei nº 12.015/2009, artigo 3º.”

Here is the article of law mentioned here above, on the government web site:

http://www.planalto.gov.br/ccivil_03/_Ato2007-2010/2009/Lei/L12015.htm#art3

Did someone successfully played a prank on all these respectable organisations and made them publish blatantly incorrect information, or is it more likely that your friends are too influenced by Hollywood series and movies, and believe the law is just like in California?

 

The drinking though, yeah, that is a problem. Whoever paid for his drinks has very likely broken the law. So has the bar staff who didn’t check his id. But that is probably a minor infraction, nothing like statutory rape, which is what you were worried about at first. 

Edited December 8, 2018 by Tartegogo

[Latbear4blk]

8 hours ago, Tartegogo said:

Did someone successfully played a prank on all these respectable organisations and made them publish blatantly incorrect information, or is it more likely that your friends are too influenced by Hollywood series and movies, and believe the law is just like in California?

[Guest FunJockNYC]

Thanks for sharing your story 

I use to travel to Brasil and so miss my time there 

[numazu]

Day 4: Better Late than Never

The past three nights were pretty intense. It was a holiday weekend and a lot of Paulistas were in Sao Vicente for some beach time and fun. While the beaches in Sao Paulo were not as picturesque and beautiful as the Rio beaches of Ipanema/Copa and Arrail do Cabo, and the water not as clean as one would want, it was still a pretty nice alternative to just spending all our time in the city of Sao Paulo. No saunas as well, but there were enough gays and gay things to do that it hardly mattered.

But we were now in the city for this next phase of my vacation, and Diego, my Garoto de Programa companion, told me he wanted to explore. A life of crushing poverty and tragedy has not afforded him the time nor the resources to travel. I always takes these things for granted, the fact I can travel with abandon without even thinking about it. I was motivated to show Sao Paulo to Diego, with the help of Leo and Alex.

Because of the late night we had last night, and just general fatigue, I woke up at 1 PM. I got woken up by Diego, still sleeping, putting an arm around me in his sleep. Nothing like a good-looking and sexy guy to wake up to. With all the sex and partying and talks we’ve had, this, now, is probably my favorite time with him thus far. It was nice the first time I met him in the upper bar level at Ponte 202, but the sauna’s sexually charged atmosphere obscured his more subtle charms. And my time with him with our friends is also great, but it is in these quiet times that he shines the brightest. 

“Bom dia amor,” he says, as he opens his eyes and catches me staring. I give him a peck on the lips. He smiles and then shakes his head and mimes a brushing teeth motion and puts a hand on my check and squeezes it. He’s always a guy who wants a clean workspace, which meant I had to do the same. I joined him in the bathroom to brush teeth and shower. We start making out while soaping up. We towel off and head back to the bedroom. 

We go back to the bedroom all naked and hard and kissing and such. We had Alex’s apartment all to ourselves right now with Alex at work, and we made use of the space pretty well. Diego was hard as a rock today, probably the hardest I’ve ever seen him. I took advantage of this and looked for a condom. I look at the drawers by the bedside and I see a shit-ton of condoms and three bottles of lube in a drawer. Well of course, this was a gay man’s apartment after all. I wrap Diego up and lube his monster and myself up. I get him to lie on the bed and I sit on him. Slowly at first, up and down. After I get over the initial pain and get a groove on, Diego takes me and sits up and lays me on my back. He pile drives me into oblivion. 

We find ourselves in the shower again. I thank him for the extra intensity this time around. Probably the most intense we’ve had ever, I tell him. He laughs out loud and then lets me in on a secret. He tells me that our first time, at the sauna Pointe 202, he had a difficult time getting hard with me but eventually was able to. The second time, which was the next day at the apartment, he took no chances and took a Viagra before and that ensured him and me a hard time. He had some Viagra with him for Sao Paulo, but he said the last few days, he did not need it. He admitted he was attracted more to women, but he was getting used to me and he said being close to me made him randy as well. I am not sure if this was Garoto de Programa talk, but it was interesting that he told me this. I will take him hard or soft.

We get dressed and I get an Uber for us and we cab it to Mercado Municipal because he always wanted see it, and to shop at Rua 25 de Marco. We get there and have our late lunch. I get a Mortadela sandwich that was to die for, but it was bigger than my head:

We do our rounds, we take our photos. 

We walk to Rua 25 de Marco, the popular shopping street. I always walk away with something from here. This time it’s a screen protector for my iPhone. 10 reals. Diego gets a few things: a cellphone case, a wallet, shorts, a t-shirt.  All adding up to less than 100 reals. He paid for his own things. There were a lot of carnival barkers out on the street, trying to entice people to go into their stores. Diego chats it up with one of them, who then refers us to another barker, who then accompanies us to another man two blocks away. We meet with this man, and after a few words exchanged, the man disappears into a shop for a while. Diego then explains to me that he was trying to buy some “hormones” or “steroids” and found that they have what he wanted for only 100 reals. He says he gets the same thing in Rio for 200 reals or more, so he had to get it here to save money.

I was not about to be judgmental about steroid use. I am sure half (or more) of the man gods in Club 117 or Pointe 202 did some sort of steroids. It would explain the great bodies. And Diego did have a drop dead gorgeous body. I guess buying hormones was a work expense. His 100 reals would get him hundreds to thousands of reals. He tells me he was about to do a cycle of intense working out again. He usually does it every 6 months. It’s not as fun to know how the sausage is made but I guess steroid use is a reality with these boys.

At 6 PM Alex picks us up and we all go to Shopping Cidade on Paulista to get dinner. I ask Alex how he was doing and he says that he was exhausted but wanted to know that I was having a good time. I told Alex that he did not need to babysit me and he could just go home and rest. Alex tells me not till we go to a sauna. It was almost 8 PM and I tell them that it might be too late to go to Lagoa. Alex insisted. He still thinks I need to go to a sauna everyday I am in Brazil. I am thinking right now Diego is more than enough. I look at Diego and he shrugs. “We can go for a while, see what’s up.”

So after dinner we drive to Lagoa. It was 8:30 PM when we get there. We get our locker room keys, slippers and towels. Diego does not change. Alex changes into a towel. I just change into the slippers. We get to the main area and the place was deserted. There were a few customers and some boys, but the place was almost empty. “We got here too late,” I tell the guys. “Relax! Let’s have a beer and see what’s out there,” Diego, always the calming presence, tell us.

We sit down among the tables and order a round of beers. One by one, the boys who were still in the premises passed by our table to get our attention. The selection was not very impressive. “I hope it is not always like this,” Alex said. “It’s Monday, maybe they’re slow on Mondays,” Diego comments. “But we’ve been to a sauna in Rio on a Monday night, and the place was packed!” Alex then says. I remember that night in Pointe 202 with Alex and Leo. It was kind of disappointing that it was a slow night, even this late.

Then a tall drink of water, in tight blue boxer briefs, passed by. He was really handsome, and exuded a cocky sort of attitude about him. He was super muscular and had a giant ass and a bulge. Diego noticed me eyeing him and asks me if I liked him. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “Vamos ver, ok?” he says, and then waves the boy over. “Miguel,” the boy introduces himself to everyone. Diego pulls up a chair in the next to me and Miguel sits. Diego asks Miguel if he wanted a drink and he said he didn’t need anything. 

Diego then asks Miguel a few things. Can he bottom? (Yes) Does he kiss well? (Yes) How much with cum? (150 reals), among other things. It’s nice to have someone you’ve had sex with a few times to interrogate someone else who I wanted to have sex with, if that someone agreed to do all the filthy things I liked. Diego then turns to me and tells me that he checks out and says 150 reals for all that with gozar was reasonable. I guess the choice was made for me. Miguel gets us a room and we head over to a cabina.

When we get to the room, Miguel thanks me for taking him. He was worried earlier that he got to the sauna late of an hour (8:30 PM) to get any clients. I compliment him and tell him he was a knockout and would think there will always be customers wanting his services. He was the type. He was a white guy, possibly some indio around the eyes. He was really tall (probably 6’4), handsome, with a button nose and nice thick lips. He had muscle upon muscles. He took off his underwear to reveal a soft but swinging cock, and large ass. This was great.

We make out and get down to business. He strokes his cock and it takes a while but he gets hard and that thing was a monster. I am glad everything was in proportion. He was proud of it too, showing off his monster erect cock and looking at himself in the mirror. He smiles. I put it in my mouth. I put his ass in my mouth. He works on my cock too. We roll around. He sits on top of me and grinds on my cock. He suits me up, and then sits on it. A face of pain, then some thrusts. He knew what he was doing. I come in the condom. He takes my cock out of his ass and starts jacking off. He puts his balls in my mouth, and then when he was ready he puts his cock in my mouth and cums inside. Diego has briefed Miguel really well.

We shower and exchanged WhatsApp numbers for the future. I would like to do that again. I pay him and return to the table where Diego and Alex were. I sit next to Diego and Diego asks me if Miguel turned out good. I give him a thumbs up. He kisses me and then stops for a bit and asks me if I washed my mouth. I told him it was safe to kiss me. The cum was gone. He proceeds. We laugh.

I notice that Alex had a boy sitting next to him. The boy was fully clothed, but what I saw was gorgeous even with the clothes. His name was Lucas. 20 years old. From Rio but here in SP to work at the saunas. It was his last day in Sao Paulo, he said, and was about to head over to the bus terminal to go back home. I ask him if he worked in the saunas in Rio. He said he would never do that. He was too known in Rio. I tell him if I can invite him to the AirBNB when I get to Rio in a few days. He gives me his Whatsapp and a link to his Instagram. He bids us all farewell.

All you guys know I have a thing for hot Cariocas who dye their hair blonde, like the guy in my avatar, which is a picture of the model Pietro Baltazar.  Lucas was like a lower-rent version of Pietro. Probably not as handsome as the real thing, but good enough because you can actually pay him to be with you:

 

Maybe I will see him soon.

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11 hours ago, numazu1 said:

. I just change into the slippers.

so Asian, lol