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

[lopesv2]

Great report! Did you enjoy the Mortadela sandwich? I like the bolinho de bacalhau.

[HiThereAll]

Hello folks. Thanks for all the helpful advice  Hope this is ok to post here.

Just arrived in Rio Monday. Went to Pointe 202 after getting some sun and a snack. Arrived at 6pm. Many boys, not so many clients. A couple of twinks, some hugely muscled steroid queens, but with huge cocks, and some nice bodied guys. Many choices for play !

I went with a Harry Potter look alike, complete with glasses. Muscular chest and in good physical shape. Short beard. Glasses off, he did not look like Harry Potter, LOL. For "everything" R$ 200. We both had happy endings. No kink. Surprised how many boys were there given the relative few numbers of punters. The cost for my admission and the room for sex was R$ 60.

There was to be a show at 2130 hrs, but I was hungry and left by 1930 hrs. More customers by then, and I was too jetlagged for a second programma. Had a nice per kg dinner not too far away. Came back with a weird headache and stomach felt weird, maybe from all the caffeine in guarana / guar a vita?

On the net, esp grindr lots of action to be had for R$ 150-300. Per the advice here, no boys at my place. None seemed to know of a nearby love hotel, much less the cost for such. Some reasonable guys for free sex too.

For later today (Tuesday) might head into the city and try the place towards cinelandia and the downtown airport or 117 in gloria. Sounds like meio mundo is off the list.

FWIW Grindr or scruff had a  R$50 or so deal with Rio G Spa in Ipanema. Go to the phone app to get it from a pop up ad.

[Riobard]

Welcome, hithereall. I don't want to be complicit in highjacking the OP's thread. You might simply start a new (your own) topic. 

But you seem to be a slightly lost though adventurous lambikins, newbie I would surmise, so here are a few thoughts:

I have chatted with your Rowling protaganist but not gone with him. For a half hour session, his wizardry would likely ordinarily come in at about 100 reais, 150 tops.

If this is your only Tues here, I strongly advise you select Clube 117 out of your two options, for the sheer eye-popping volume of trade on display on Tuesdays due to the first half-hour of R40 cabin fee being waived. Hence, its popularity tonight.

But if you don't like crowded wall-to-wall stud presence or being waitlisted for a private suite, you can pass and go to Manhattan Rios. Or cab or Über to 117 afterwards. 

Good luck.

 

[numazu]

Day 5: A Mineiro’s Guide to Sao Paulo

We got done with the sauna at 11 PM last night. Even with the spectacular programa with Miguel, I kept thinking I missed my opportunity with Lucas, the blonde delight. If only I had waited a little longer, instead of snapping up Miguel. Oh well. These are the ridiculous “problems” one has when in Brazil. “I missed my chance with Hot Guy A because I was too busy having spectacular sex with Hot Guy B!” Sounds ridiculous when you think about it after the trip. But during the trip, I felt some distress over it. Brazil has spoiled me. Any other place would just pale in comparison.

But wait, I had Hot Guy C with me the whole time as well. Diego, ever so patient with waiting on me the whole trip, had huge plans for tomorrow. It was our last full day in SP, so he wanted to make it count. Luckily, Alex, whose apartment we all were invading, took the rest of the week off, so he was free tomorrow to hang out and be our guide to touring Sao Paulo. Don’t ask me how he got a full week off. But I think it meant getting a doctor’s note somewhere and sending it to his boss. Which also meant he couldn’t post anything on social media for the week, because he is supposedly sick. Oh well. His life, not mine. Moving on.

We got to bed around 2 AM, but not before Diego asked me for sex. I joked that it is usually me who initiates sex with him. “I want it too sometimes you know,” he tells me. “When I want it, I want it, and I usually get it.” And he definitely got it. I have the scratch marks in my back and hickies in my neck and chest to prove it. I wonder what Alex thought about the noises we were making in his own bedroom.

I got woken up by Diego at 9 AM. “Levanta amor,” he whispers, asking me to get up, and tells me the time. He was already showered and clean, and he was in his briefs looking mighty fine. I give his crotch a slight tug, and then reluctantly I do my bit in the bathroom. I finish and start putting on clothes and smell coffee brewing. I go to the kitchen and see Diego making 3 cups of coffee. Where is Alex, I ask. “He’s buying some bread. We will have breakfast here.” Alex arrives and Diego makes us all Mortadela sandwiches. 

How did I not know that Alex and Diego are both from the State of Minas Gerais? They were telling me this fact as Alex drives us to our various locations. We mainly went to familiar places, like Beco do Batman, Paulista Ave, MASP and Sao Paulo Cathedral. But probably what stood out for me this trip were the numerous abandoned buildings the city had that had beautiful graffiti:

 

Alex made sure we were all back at home at 6 PM, because he didn’t want us to arrive too late at the sauna today. He sensed that I was disappointed with the sparse choices yesterday, perhaps due to our late arrival, so he made sure we could get ready for the sauna at an earlier time than our arrival yesterday. Some coffee and 3 showers later, we were out the door. We got to Lagoa at 7:30 PM. Just an hour earlier than yesterday.

Upon getting there, I still felt that the place could use more people. It was a Tuesday nigtt, so understandably the place would be less busy, but I always felt that the Rio saunas had more people any night of the week. We all plopped ourselves in the seating and tables area and had a beer. There was probably double the amount of boys than yesterday.  Which was not saying much because it was not busy yesterday.

Diego asks me what I was in the mood for today. “Voce,” I said, in my pathetic attempt at flattery. Diego laughs. “Later. I will get my turn. But now, I want you to be happy. It makes me happy to see you happy.” It was a flattering statement, and one that he would repeat over and over throughout the trip. I didn’t know what kind of game he was playing. He is after all a Garoto de Programa, possibly an expert in creating an illusion, and a good-looking one at that. I am sure he is angling for some type of compensation towards the end, even if he said it was not needed (because of the help I gave him a month ago to escape his pimp). Oh well, we just have to wait and see.

But what was I in the mood for today? I am thinking maybe someone different from what I had yesterday. I had Miguel, the giant (6’4), handsome and muscular GP. Today, maybe someone slighter, shorter, but still equally captivating. Maybe someone younger too. A muscular twink maybe. I tell this all to Diego. He asks me if that was what I really wanted tonight. I nodded. Diego then left his seat. “Where are you going?” I ask. “I’m gonna find you a boy!”

Ten minutes later, Diego reappeared, and he had two boys in tow. Both were young-looking, both were slighter (but still with defined abs and muscles), and both were handsome. Wow, it was just like ordering off a menu with Diego. “Choose one,” Diego tell me. I thought to myself, could I choose both? Maybe I can make a threeway happen. And before I could say this thought to Diego, Diego blurts out “Not both, just one.” I laugh. “Por que?” I ask. “Too much money,” Diego says. “Entao, you pick,” I finally say. I just found it heartless to pick just one boy, in front of everyone.

Diego, perhaps used to rejection when dealing with clients in saunas, had fewer scruples about rejecting a fellow boy. He sizes up the boys and then asks them a few questions. He finally chooses the slightly taller and more ripped of the two. He bids the other boy a healthy “Valeu!” and invites the other boy to sit next to me. The boy does not order anything. “Robert,” he introduced himself. Paulista, 24 years old (looks younger). He asks me where I hailed from. “Sou gringo,” I say; my usual introduction.

“Really,” Robert says, in English. He then proceeds to have a full conversation with me in near-perfect English. I was kind of surprised. I ask him why his English was so good. He said he works for a hotel also so he needs to be fluent. We actually had quite a lengthy conversation amongst the other Brazilians at the table who were speaking in Portuguese. And I actually enjoyed talking to Robert. He was affable and charming. I almost was sorry I had to ruin the moment by asking for a programa.

But Lagoa isn’t a café, it’s a whorehouse. So I had to ask Diego if they agreed on terms (not yet). I’d rather get Diego set the business side of things, just out of consistency. Sure enough, the same deal. Everything, including bottoming and cumming, for 150 reals. I kiss Diego on the lips before Robert whisked me away to the counter to get our cabina. In the room Robert takes off his towel to reveal some black briefs. He was already hard, and the outline of his giant cock was all I could see. That looked like a monster.

Sure enough, as I unwrapped my present, the giant cock sprung out. That thing was huge, and thick. Maybe it was a matter or proportion, and just an optical illusion, because Robert was shorter and slighter than Miguel from yesterday, but it did look like Robert had a bigger cock than the towering Miguel. I naturally put it in my mouth, like my life depended on it. It’s rare that I’d start a programa not with a kiss on the lips, but with a mouth on the shaft, but that’s what happened.

I got over the cock and concentrated on the boy. He was gorgeous. White boy looks, interesting tall nose. Pretty brown eyes and boyish features. His body, even more perfect. Not an ounce of fat on him. Cum gutters. 8-pack abs. Nice firm pecs. Biceps you could squeeze. I got down to the worship. He clearly took care of his body. I did what I could to show it the attention it deserved. And he was pretty hairless, so rimming was heavenly. I was in heaven.

It was his turn to show attention. He was pretty good. Sucked great. Even rimmed. This was a treat. He put a condom on me and sat on it. With each thrust up and down, his giant hard cock was bouncing up and down as well, hitting his tummy with a sound. It was a sight to see. I came really hard at that point. Too much sensory overload. He takes off my condom and throws it on the floor (gross). He lays beside me and asks me how I wanted his cum. “I just want to see you shoot.” So he kisses me, and asks me to fondle his balls. He pulls back and cums, with cum shooting on his face and chest. A gusher!

He reaches for the toilet roll by the bed and dries himself off. We cuddle after and we talk a little bit more about each other. It’s nice to meet a GP who was fluent in English. I’d rather practice my Portuguese, but once in a while it’s nice to have this instead. We exchange WhatsApp and take showers. We head to the lockers and I fish out 150 from my wallet. I give it to him and he kisses me. “WhatApp ok?” he says. “Let’s hangout again, maybe not here?” I said sure. This was a guarantee.  The boy:

I get back to my posse and Diego looks at me with a bit of worry. “That was a long time. Are you ok?” I assure him that everything was ok. I was not sure how long we took. Diego said it was an hour or more. Maybe he was exaggerating.

Alex didn’t get anyone at the sauna and just shot the shit with Diego over beers. We paid up and left the place. We stopped by Leo’s place of work to pick Leo up. We then decided to get McDonald’s for dinner, since Leo was buying and that’s what he wanted to have for dinner. 120 reals later we had our burgers, fries and cokes. I take a photo of our food and send it to Robert:

 

Another behind the scenes peek at a boy’s process to get more clients. You never really think about these boys with perfect bodies ever diet to retain their perfect bodies. It’s probably worth it, not eating McDonalds forever if you depend on your body for your income. We shouldn’t be eating this shit anyway. But in a perfect evening, sitting in the patio area of the McDonalds on Rua Serra de Braganca in Tatuape, with newfound friends, that hardly mattered.

Tomorrow, the posse's heading to Rio.

Edited December 13, 2018 by numazu

[HiThereAll]

Rio last night at pointe was quite busy as it was a free cabin night on Wednesday. Long wait times by 1930 hrs. Sort of had sex with a muscle guy that was terrible. I met some other folks who also noted how bad he was. My second programma was with a guy with slightly bleached hair and a nice body.  Mildly muscular but not a twink nor steroid queen. His name was Christian. He kissed great and bottomed to !! Yes, Harry Potter was there and both he and Christian are highly recommended 

i caught only the start of the show and my ears were ringing as it was so loud, so I left early for dinner. Originally intended to have a dinner at Carretão down the street but ended up at a great street vendor and market food.

btw one of the go go boys who was in The Who had the best dick contest at 117 Tuesday night as the show finished just before 2200 hrs could have been a great porn star. Hope to find out more about him tonight at 117

[numazu]

On 12/7/2018 at 7:23 PM, 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?

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. 

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I mean, they might just be misinformed. The real reason, I think, was that we just wanted a reason to make fun of my friend, who may have a habit of hooking up with boys who are under 18. 

On 12/10/2018 at 9:56 AM, floridarob said:

Changed t

so Asian, lol

LOL you magnificent bastard. I DID have my feet bound as a kid /s.

On 12/10/2018 at 1:53 PM, lopesv2 said:

Great report! Did you enjoy the Mortadela sandwich? I like the bolinho de bacalhau.

The sandwich was amazing. I wish I was having it now. The mortadela sandwich in Sao Paulo remains my favorite breakfast to have in SP.

8 hours ago, HiThereAll said:

Rio last night at pointe was quite busy as it was a free cabin night on Wednesday. Long wait times by 1930 hrs. Sort of had sex with a muscle guy that was terrible. I met some other folks who also noted how bad he was. My second programma was with a guy with slightly bleached hair and a nice body.  Mildly muscular but not a twink nor steroid queen. His name was Christian. He kissed great and bottomed to !! Yes, Harry Potter was there and both he and Christian are highly recommended 

i caught only the start of the show and my ears were ringing as it was so loud, so I left early for dinner. Originally intended to have a dinner at Carretão down the street but ended up at a great street vendor and market food.

btw one of the go go boys who was in The Who had the best dick contest at 117 Tuesday night as the show finished just before 2200 hrs could have been a great porn star. Hope to find out more about him tonight at 117

Hey there @HiThereAll. Awesome stories! I'd be curious to know what they'll charge you at  Carretao. Report back if you do go. 

Edited December 13, 2018 by numazu

[numazu]

Day 6: Night and Day

“I have decided on something,” Diego tells me at 2:30 AM. Leo, Alex and both Diego and I shared a few beers after McDonalds at Alex’s house, and we were all in good spirits. Today, Alex and I were going to Rio to hangout for a few days. I booked a one-bedroom AirBNB in Ipanema weeks ago, not knowing that Alex would want to tag along. Not to worry. The AirBNB had a sofa bed in the living room. Diego was making the journey with us to Rio, because that’s where he lives. Our deal was he would stay with me for 5 days in Sao Paulo, as payment for the 500 reals I gave him to help him escape his pimp and be able to live on his own. 

“What is it?” I ask Diego, as we cuddle in Alex’s bedroom. “I’ve decided to stay with you in Rio as well. You’re there Wednesday to Saturday correct? You leave Saturday?” I nodded. “OK. I want to stay with you longer.” I asked him how much for the extra three days. He said to not worry about it. Same deal as before. I didn’t expect Diego to stay with me the whole time I was in Brazil. But so far it’s been nice. Yes, there was another mouth to feed when we go out, but that hardly mattered considering how much I’ve gotten back from him.

“But what about the money you could get in the sauna? I am keeping you from your income.” I tell him, worryingly.  I did not want to keep him from his work. It’s one thing when Alex takes some time off from work, but he earns a salary. Diego’s disposition is different. If he doesn’t work, he doesn’t eat. Plain and simple. “A regular client of mine in Europe just sent me money, so I am good this week.” he says. “He sends you money even if you don’t sleep with him or stay with him?” I ask. “Yes, I get a monthly allowance. It’s a big part of the reason why I was able to pay off my pimp. And when he comes to Brazil, I just stay with him. He’s coming next month for a month, so I’ll see him then.” 

So thank you, random European person, for subsidizing my time with Diego. I feel this practice is more common than I think. 

So in the morning, and after Alex returns his car to his parent’s house, we all Uber it to Guarulhos. Took lots of photos of Diego at the airport, by the plane, in his seat, disembarking, and at Santos Dumont in Rio. I get it, it’s his second time on a plane. He is still giddy. We Uber it to Ipanema and it only took us 15 minutes in this early afternoon. That gave us time to do Rio shit like:

Take the Rio Metro to Uruguiana station:

Shop for knick-knacks at Uruguiana:

Diego was looking for a used iPhone to buy in Rio’s version of Rua 25 de Marco, but because we had Alex, a programmer and tech geek with us, we were able to discover that most of the iPhones in Uruguiana were blocked by Apple. Perhaps stolen and then duly blocked by the hapless victims? I dunno. Diego got discouraged and we went home.

Go back to the apartment and shower, and then we were ready to head out to Pointe 202, the GP sauna in Copacabana (no photos allowed!):

While we were waiting for Alex to finish getting ready, Diego shows me a photo of a guy. The guy looked young, handsome, naked, and had a hard-on. “Who’s that?” I ask. Diego says that it was his roommate, who was also called Diego, who was asking my Diego if I was interested in seeing him. “I am showing you this as a favor to him, since he needs money, but you are not obligated to see him.” I look at the photo again. Indeed the boy was handsome and hot. I tell Diego to ask him to go to Pointe 202 so we can meet him, so I can make a better determination if I liked him or not. Diego texts Diego Dois (that’s his name now) to meet us at the sauna.

When we got to the sauna, it was almost 8 PM, but the place was packed to the gills. It was a Wednesday night, a school night, but it was like night and day compared to Sao Paulo’s Lagoa. There was also a show tonight, which what might explain the crowd, but even still. Alex was excited. We got our beers and surveyed the selections. I told Diego I wanted someone super muscular, maybe a little bit darker this time. I wanted an opposite of what I had yesterday (white muscular twink). After a few misses, Diego and I find Marcos, a handsome, muscular, and darker GP, with giant biceps (disproportionately so, eu acho) and a nice fat cock. Diego again negotiated his sweet spot (150 reals for everything) and Marcos and I were on our way to our room.

 

Marcos was a gem. Everything you wanted from a GP. Him: perfect muscles, great to look at and touch, delicious ass to eat, perfect cock to suck. His demeanor: super attentive, gave as much as I did to pleasure me. His attitude: very laid-back, but very passionate. His sex: knew how to pace, knew how to bottom: fiercely, came in my mouth like a bullet. Post-coitus too: great conversationalist putting one at ease, gave his WhatsApp plus a few more photos to ensure repeat business. Worth the 150 that was asked for. 

Afterwards I found Diego sitting with a fellow handsome boy just chatting. It was Diego Dois, looking gorgeous and young in his shirt and cut-off shorts. He shakes my hand to say hello. We sit down over a few beers. After a while, Diego sets me aside. “Do you want him to stay with us tonight?” Sure, I say. “Same 150 reals.  And don’t worry, I will stay in the living room with Alex while you two have sex in the bedroom.” Diego adds.  “So we can’t have a threesome?” I jokingly responded. “No!” Diego replies nervously. “He is like a brother to me. I can’t do that. It would be too weird.” That’s when I learned the word “estranho.”

We found Alex in the steam room and we all decided to leave the sauna. Diego Dois whispers something to Diego and they talk for a good while, while Alex and I pay for our accounts at the counter. As we descended the stairs Diego was telling me that Diego Dois needed the 150 reals up front to pay a debt. He would go to the house of his lender and pay up while we waited for him. I found that sort of “estranho,” but I have trusted Diego all this time so I fished three 50 Real bills from my wallet and gave it to Diego Dois. All four of us exited the sauna and made our way to the street. We get to the corner of Rua Siquiera Campos, where the sauna was located, and Rua Alfredo Valadao. Diego Dois tells us to wait for him there while he goes to the house of the guy he owed money from.

It was muito estranho at this point.  It was 11 PM, we were all outside, exposed, on a Rio street corner, just standing around. Why were we doing this? Every young man, or group of young men, that walked passed us, I thought could be thieves.  Diego however, was acting normally, talking to Alex about the sauna. After waiting 10 minutes, even Alex was nervous. “Did Diego Dois take the money and run?”  he asks us. “Nao, I trust him,” Diego replies. There was an old car, with three young men in it, which slowed down past us to make the turn to the next street. I almost jumped out of my skin. I thought: this was it; I am going to die here. But the car just continued on its way up the street. Diego sensed my anxiety and gave me huge hug.

At the 20-minute mark, Diego was kind of nervous as well. He kept peering up the street to see if Diego Dois was to be seen. Did we get stiffed? And then I see Diego smile. I guess Diego Dois didn’t take the money and run after all. Diego Dois apologized for the tardiness. He said the person was sleeping and had to be woken up. I was relieved and hugged Alex. “Uber?” I ask the guys, so we can leave this exposed position and get to relative safety.

“Let’s buy some food to eat and some beers first,” Diego says. “I know a cheap place. I go there often after the sauna. We can just walk there.” Fine. As we walked on Rua Siquiera Campos, I again felt uneasy and exposed. It was now 11:30 PM, and walking the unfamiliar street got me to worry a bit more. There were not a lot of people in the streets but the ones that were, were young. Diego tells me to calm down. He was there to protect me. He puts an arm around me. Maybe I was being a little too anxious.

It was night and day again. I’ve never felt danger when in Sao Paulo, but there was something about Rio that just scares me a little.

We get to the place called Big Bi Sucos and Sanduiches:

Which was on the corner of Ruas Siquiera Campos and Barata Ribeiro:

Diego knew what to order. Some sandwiches, a big order of French fries, and several cans of beer. It cost 93 reals, which seemed cheap to me, for all the things we got (I paid). Alex gets the Uber. We get to the apartment (no problems getting Diego Dois through the porter, the porter didn’t seem to care, or didn’t seem to be conscious at this late hour).  Diego sets up the chairs and table for all of us to sit and situates the food. We all share the beers and food and everything was good again. 

My moral of the story is: Rio can be a dangerous place to visit. So when in Rio, you can’t be too overly cautious. But don’t let this cautiousness ruin a good time with friends.

After 2 hours of food and beer and French fries, Diego instructs Diego Dois to shower. I guess it was time. I shower after him. When I was done, Diego was in the living room playing with his phone. He sees me and goes to me for a hug. He tells me Diego Dois is in our bedroom, waiting. “Don’t give him any more money if he asks you, OK? You already paid. That’s it. Not a centavo more.” I enter the bedroom and there was Diego Dois, super naked, waiting for me. He indeed was gorgeous, more boyish than Diego, but the visuals were great nevertheless.

So maybe it was all the beer? I knew he drank a lot. But Diego Dois couldn’t get hard. Not even by blowing him, not even if he looked at straight porn off my phone, he could not get hard. He kissed well, sucked decent, ass tasted like Christmas, but could not get hard. After trying for a while, I gave up. I fucked him senseless (maybe too aggressively – to compensate?). Afterwards he apologized profusely, and promised we could do it again in the morning, if given another chance. We both emerge from the bedroom and Diego Dois showers again.

“Fraco. Nao dura,” were the first words out of my mouth when Diego asked me about the sex with Diego Dois, when Diego and I were both in bed. Diego Dois slept in the living room, not with us. “Really,” Diego answers. I told Diego it was fine. I fucked him, I came. All was fine. Diego shook his head. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” I told Diego it was no big deal. He guided my hand to his crotch. “Nao e fraco,” he says, as I feel his hardness underneath his briefs. He was showing me what hard really was. And it was really hard. And if a hot guy in his underwear was in my bed, hard, it’s easy to know what happens next.

Night and day. Soft and hard.

More Rio tomorrow.

Edited December 14, 2018 by numazu

[Lucky]

Numazu, that last post may be the one that wins you a Pulitzer Prize. Well done!

[numazu]

1 hour ago, Lucky said:

Numazu, that last post may be the one that wins you a Pulitzer Prize. Well done!

Is there a category for Best Slut Writing? LOL too kind.

[floridarob]

2 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Is there a category for Best Slut Writing? LOL too kind.

no worries, you'd win the triple crown of slut

[Kevie770]

My goodness! Your writing is amazing! The description of the guys and even the suttle use of humor is amazing.  This forum makes me want to cancel my trip to Santo Domingo and head straight for Brazil! 

[numazu]

Day 7: When You’re Too Late For the Party, Start Your Own

I woke up with a hand shaking my leg. It was Diego Dois, the limp wonder from yesterday, trying to wake me and Diego up. I looked at my cellphone: it was only 6 AM. What the hell. “I need to go home. My wife needs me,” he says. Diego and Diego Dois converse for a little bit. Diego tells me “I’ll just accompany him down to the street. I’ll be back.” I drift right back to sleep. I get woken up by Diego getting back to bed. He gives me a kiss. His lips tasted like toothpaste. The bastard freshened up again. Very professional. “Was it OK if Diego Dois went home? He really needed to go back home,” he asked, earnestly. “Tudo bem, “ I exhaled. I get right back to sleep in Diego’s arms.

I’ve woken up in Rio only 8 times in my life.  Despite this limited experience, I’ve developed a curious habit.  This has been my practice so far: when I wake up in Rio, I usually check the weather outside. If there is sun, I must go out to the beaches. If there isn’t, I go back to bed. As a kid, summering by the beaches in Southern California, I’ve learned to let the sun decide what kind of day I will have. A habit I’ve taken with me to Rio. Even if all my Rio escapades have been very adult so far, looking for the sun to go to the beach takes me back to my childhood. It almost feels like home.

ALMOST. My childhood experience did not include a hunky full-grown man beside me in bed. Diego was already awake, and looking at his phone. “Oi amor,” he smiles. “Bom dia.” A kiss. I looked at the window. No sun. “Sem sol?” I ask Diego. “It is cloudy. But I am sure the sun will come out for us. Let’s go to the beach today?” I say yes. A cloudy day in Rio is probably still more beautiful than any sunny day back home. We wake Alex up and all get ready. It was Alex’s turn to buy the meal. It was 12 noon, so lunch was in order. We find a restaurant in Ipanema near Praca General Osorio called Belmonte. I had a pretty tasty chicken thing:

Afterwards we head towards the gay beach in Ipanema by Rua Farme Amoeda, the gay street in Rio. It was still cloudy but the sun was hinting its appearance through the clouds. It didn’t get totally sunny, but it hardly mattered with nice visuals, good drinks, and good company:

 

At 5PM we walk back to the apartment to shower and rest. Diego and I “rest” for a bit as well, before the evening’s activities. After all was said and done (demorar muito), Diego’s GP friend came to the apartment to join us. Tomas was a handsome, very tall, mixed race black guy. I met him yesterday, at 202. Diego had a lot of very handsome GP friends for sure, but Tomas’s difference maker for me was two things were: (1) it was apparent from hanging out that Diego and Tomas were close and (2) Tomas spoke fluent English. After a while in Rio, ridiculous as it sounds, another hot guy is just another hot guy. It will take more than a great face, hot body, and big cock to stand out. Such is the ridiculous circumstance one finds oneself when in a Brazil sauna.

At the sauna yesterday, Tomas and I had a long conversation over beers while hanging out and knew quickly then that he was an expert GP. He knew how to make you feel at ease with him. He knew when to turn up the sexy too, to urge you to do a programa with him without demanding one. He had a nice muscular body, and it looked like from his towel that he had a big one. It didn’t matter yesterday tho. Conversation was good enough. Now, at the apartment, Tomas looked even more stunning, in tight fitting shirt and trendy pants. He was a pretty polished player for sure. We all Ubered it to 117.

As I approached the door to 117 I noticed that my wallet was gone. I quickly tell everyone. Diego, in his quick thinking, thinks it fell out of my pocket and was still in the Uber. Diego and Tomas race to the Uber, which by now was slowly making its way up the road, and flagged it down. They retrieve the wallet, which was on the floor at the backseat. Much later I check the contents, discretely. All the money and cards were still there. It was a stupid mistake. I am still learning to trust Diego, but he came through.

Diego and Tomas entered as boys (20 reals each), and Alex and I entered as customers (60 reals each). 8:30 PM admittedly is not ideal sauna going time. It’s hard to be on time when you’re having fun. Déjà vu set in though. Much like Lagoa was on a Monday and Tuesday, 117 at this hour, a Thursday, was not busy. There was a sprinkling of customers milling about, but the atmosphere was fairly subdued. There were some nice looking guys. But maybe because Diego and Tomas were with me, I did not wanted to interrupt my hanging out time with them to go to just to go do a programa.

At 9:30 PM Diego was wondering why I wasn’t finding anyone to have sex with. I was pretty indecisive. I was zeroing in on this white-ish guy. Fairly classic example of what you would look for in a Brazilian sauna: very handsome, tall, muscular, abs on point, large bulge through the towel, large ass. I kept looking at the guy but I wasn’t pulling the trigger. Diego sees me eyeing the guy and asks me if I wanted him. I shrugged, but ultimately said yes. Just as I said that, the boy sits with a Brazilian customer. Diego looks at me. “Nao sei,” I said. We go back to our conversations.

At 10 PM, the boy was still with the customer talking, but not going to a programa. Diego tells me he will talk to the boy to see if he is available for a programa, despite him being with a customer. Diego approaches their table and they talk for a while. Diego comes back and says the boy will do it for 150 reals. He will come to our soon. At 10:30 PM though, we still see the boy talking to the customer. Diego says we leave. Clearly the boy was not interested in my money. We all leave 117. I had blue balls. 

Tomas asks Diego that maybe we should go to 202 instead, maybe it was better there. Diego texts one of his GP friends who he knew was in 202 tonight to ask about the crowd. He gets a reply. “My friend says 202 is no better. Not busy. He had no customers tonight. He left 30 minutes ago,” Diego says. This was turning into a bad night for sauna-going overall. “Do you want to go to 202 anyway to see if there are boys you like? It might be better than here. There was only one boy you liked here,” Diego suggests. Tomas counters “But that’s another set of entrance fees. It’ll get expensive.” “We don’t have to go in. I can go in first and see if there are even good boys still there. If there are we can take the boy home, so you don’t have to pay the cabina fees.” 

This was not a bad idea. This will only cost about an extra 10 reals since we will have to get two Ubers (to the sauna, and then home) instead of just the one to get home. And nothing was happening here anyway. So Alex and I settle our accounts and off we go to 202. At the counter, Diego talks to the counter guy and then ducks into the sauna, while we waited. After 5 minutes of searching for boys, Diego emerged with two boys. The boys looked so similar that they could be brothers. They were both Caucasian looking, and not at all Latino. They were both in street clothes, which was weird, probably on their way out as well. “Which one?” Diego asks. Again, I am not comfortable with choosing in front of boys. And at this point, I wasn’t sure I wanted anyone else at all. But Diego went through all this trouble so I chose the boy with the better hair. It was a hair-based choice.

The other boy asks if he could come as well, possibly for a reduced fee. Diego says no. “Another mouth to feed,” is what Diego said.

There were 5 of us now, and it was 11:30 PM. We all decide to walk to a grocery store to get drinks and some finger food, for the impromptu house party. Diego managed to satisfy everyone’s alcohol preferences: Alex liked a specific beer, Tomas and the new boy, Rafa, hard liquor. Diego and I will drink anything, so after a frantic 30 minutes in the market we get this:

 

There was a line to the cashiers. Diego gives 50 reals to Tomas and instructs Tomas to buy something at the pharmacy across the street. I asked what Diego wanted. Diego laughs and then tells me to go with Tomas to find out what it was. Tomas smiled the whole time as we cross the street to the pharmacy. “I have a discount with this pharmacy,” he says. Tomas tells the cashier what he wanted, pays and then hands the two little boxes to me:

 

It was Viagra. I laugh. “Do you really need this?” I ask. “I don’t think so,” Tomas says, “But Diego seems to think we do.” We get back to the market. “Viagra?” I whisper to Diego. Diego laughs and puts an arm around me. “You were disappointed with Diego Dois yesterday. I don’t want these boys to let you down now.” as he kisses my ear. Another value added thing that Diego puts on the table. He is even in charge of the hard-ons.

As we check out we notice a pack of women very skimpily dressed at the next cashier. “Prostitutes,” Tomas tells me. I guess even prostitutes need groceries too. As we leave the market, the prostitutes cat-call Diego, Tomas and Rafa. The boys hurl some pleasantries back. I guess if you’re in a pack of pretty boys like these three, you get noticed. The putas walk into the night:

Four us pile into the backseat of an Uber, while Tomas, the biggest of us all, was in the front. Back at the apartment, Diego sets the stage again. The sofa bed is unfurled. The beers and drinks shared. Diego cooks up the hotdogs and beef were cooked. The advantages of having a kitchen that only getting an AirBNB provides:

After some discussion with the boys, Diego sets me aside. He tells me it is 80 for Tomas, for everything, plus an Uber ride home. For Rafa, the usual 150 reals, and he sleeps here before taking the Metro in the morning. Not a centavo more, he says again. Tomas is first up. I know this because Tomas gets up at hour one to shower. Tomas goes to the bedroom afterwards. That was my cue. I shower as well and go to the bedroom, as Diego, Alex and Rafa shoot the shit in the living room.

Tomas was a joy. His long, lithe body was a sight to behold. His kisses were deep, punctuated by his mouth’s journey to my neck and chest, which heightened the mood. He is a strong guy, so he was able to carry me, shift, me, and contort me any which way he could. His ass was sweet to the taste. And I am burying the lede here. He had the largest cock I’ve ever seen in Brazil. Can’t put all the way in the mouth, and it was a two-hander to just jack off. And it was hard as a rock (Viagra?). It can split anyone and anything in so many different ways. He does not bottom, but that didn’t even cross my mind as I partook. The English language dirty talk was just icing on the cake.

80 reals, as promised. I did not want to pay more, as I know how Diego feels about that. Tomas and I shower together and join the others for more merriment. At hour two and half, it was Rafa’s turn. He showers and in a towel, takes my hand as we go to the bedroom. 

I never really had the time to assess Rafa before this moment. Now that I have my alone time with him I can see up close that I made the right choice. In street clothes he looked just like a boy-next-door. But up close, and half-naked, he was gorgeous. Nice blue eyes, lots of light brown hair, supple white skin that suited him. He looked like this football player back in high school who I had a huge crush on. Another reminder of my childhood, surprisingly to be found in Rio. The difference is I get to have sex with this one. I get to live out my fantasies through Rafa.

He takes off his towel and out flops his cock. After Tomas, I really didn’t really expect Rafa to measure up. He was white after all. But what I saw was impressive as well. Another boy whose cock was disproportionately large in relation to everything else. I would post a pic if it was allowed here. His cock is as white as he is. He was not as demonstrative as the Carioca Tomas, but this boy from Curitiba was no less hot. He bottomed, I obliged. Seeing that cock spring back and forth with each thrust was a delight. It was hard the whole time too, so I knew Viagra was the answer. We both came in buckets. 150.

After the limp noodle that was Diego Dois, having two rock-hard hung penises sure made up for that disappointment.

The party ended at 5 AM, and I called an Uber for Tomas (15 reals). Rafa left as well to take the Metro. Alex was super drunk and somehow lost all his clothes by the end of the night and snoring on the sofa bed naked as the day he was born. Diego and I settle in the bedroom. “Tomorrow, we should not go to the sauna. There’s no reason for you to spend all that money on entrance fees and cabinas. The party is in this apartment, not in the sauna.”

That’s only partly true. The party is wherever he was.

Edited December 16, 2018 by numazu

[pauleiro]

Hot report as always.

[BryBro]

2 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Day 7: When You’re Too Late For the Party, Start Your Own

... I get woken up by Diego getting back to bed. He gives me a kiss. His lips tasted like toothpaste. The bastard freshened up again. Very professional.

Diego was already awake, and looking at his phone. “Oi amor,” he smiles. “Bom dia.” A kiss. I looked at the window. No sun. “Sem sol?” I ask Diego. “It is cloudy. But I am sure the sun will come out for us. Let’s go to the beach today?” I say yes.

Diego laughs and puts an arm around me. “You were disappointed with Diego Dois yesterday. I don’t want these boys to let you down now.” as he kisses my ear. Another value added thing that Diego puts on the table. He is even in charge of the hard-ons.

 

Diego and I settle in the bedroom. “Tomorrow, we should not go to the sauna. There’s no reason for you to spend all that money on entrance fees and cabinas. The party is in this apartment, not in the sauna.”

That’s only partly true. The party is wherever he was.

@numazu1, I enjoyed reading about your Day 7, and all the other days as well. I have to say I think Diego is very special and appears to really care about you. He's really sweet, like a bf. I hope more stories to come of your adventures.

[numazu]

On 12/15/2018 at 10:51 AM, floridarob said:

triple crown  

Well I do like them horse-hung LOL

[lopesv2]

Did you like the Frango a parmegiana? It looks good in the picture.

 

You must write a book! I love your posts

[Kevie770]

On 12/15/2018 at 3:20 PM, Kevie770 said:

suttle

Subtle not suttle..  I don’t even know if suttle is a word.

[Lucky]

21 hours ago, Kevie770 said:

Subtle not suttle..  I don’t even know if suttle is a word.

Let he who is without spelling errors cast the first letter!

[numazu]

Day 8: When an Ending is a Beginning

Today is my last full day in Rio, and Diego knew it. He said that we should take it easy today (no beach, no sauna) and just maybe go out to a club tonight to celebrate my last night. Leo arrived mid-morning from Sao Paulo, with his work done for a few days, to join us for my last day, and he intended to stay in RJ some days after. After a few minutes of being at the AirBNB, he already has plans to meet with a Grindr hookup (something about Rio that makes him a slut, he says), and one he chose to go with him to the club tonight with all of us. Alex, super hungover from last night’s festivities, kept his head low all day to recuperate.

Rio makes sluts of everyone, I have found.

Diego and I had a late start today, due to lateness of last night.  Thankfully we did not have anything planned today. We tidied up our room and arranged our luggage for a bit, with some good conversation and some make out sessions thrown in for good measure.  Mid-afternoon we decide to get a haircut to look sharp for tonight. Diego suggests going to the Siquera Campos Metro Station area, near Pointe 202 sauna, since he knew a good barber there. So we left Leo with his flavor of the day to shag like bunnies, and Alex who asked to use our bed so he can take a nap.

The Metro was not busy this mid-afternoon hour on a Friday. We get to Siquiera Campos and headed over to a shop in the little shopping complex near the station.

He meets with his usual barber, who knew exactly what he needed to be done. The salon attendant instructed me to go to another barber on the second level to get my hair did. Upon settling on my barber’s seat I realized that this was my first trip to the barber in Brazil. How would I know what to say to the barber on how I wanted my hair done, in Portuguese? It wasn’t as hard as I thought. Short in the side (half), a little trim at the top (one). I was done in 10 minutes. For half of the price I was used to at home. Very efficient.

Diego meanwhile, was having all kinds of things done. His hair was cut, but he was about to get his blonde highlights refreshed and his facial hair sculpted. He was waiting for the barber to get his coloring stuff ready. After 5 minutes, and a quick chat with his barber, he tells me that it will probably take a good hour to get everything that he needed done. “You know it takes work to actually look this good. We don’t look this good without a lot of help,” he says, half jokingly. The good hair, great skin, manicured facial hair, banging body, yeah, all of that takes work to get to and maintain. I appreciate all the hard work for sure.

“Do you want me to wait here?” I ask. “Nao, of course not. You can go back home and wait there,” he suggests. I told him I didn’t want to do that. I want to let the boys have their fun while we were gone. “What do you want to do then?” Diego asks. Inspiration strikes me: “Well, the sauna is just a 5 minute walk from here. I can wait for you there.” “Great, you can do that. I’ll call Tomas to see if he can go with you. He lives nearby,” he says. Before I know it, Tomas is walking up to the barbershop, again looking smashing. He was in club wear, so I kind of guessed Diego tipped him off that we were going to the club tonight. We were off to Pointe 202.

I can understand Diego wanting Tomas to go with me so I wouldn’t get bored. But I was going to the sauna, so of course I won’t get bored. Unless he needed Tomas to either protect me, or watch me, or both. The sauna was packed. Tomas, ever the communicator, told me his journey to becoming a GP over some beers. Very interesting story. I don’t hear any sadness in his story. It almost felt like he was happy being able to make other people happy. And he seems to be compensated pretty well. He seems pretty well-adjusted.

Lots of pretty boys tonight. Very festive mood today on an early Friday night. Many possibilities for a quick programa before Diego joined us. And then David, a previous GP hire, walks by. Remember him from last trip?

On 10/12/2018 at 6:00 AM, numazu1 said:

While we waited, I was sizing David up. He was a little bit taller than I am, but not that much. He definitely worked out, and had large pecs and biceps, and strong trunk-like thighs. He had a giant ass that filled his undies perfectly. And the face, oh what a pretty face. Maybe knowing that he was from Manaus colored my suspicions, but he looked like he had some Indio in him. It was the eyes, and the lips. His nose was still the Italian nose I’ve gotten used to seeing here. He said he was 21, but his smooth face looked younger than that.

I was clearly enamored by him that trip.

Remember before this trip started that I thought Diego would flake or cancel on me, so I had Leo look for a GP to stay with me in Sao Vicente? Well that’s not all I did, as insurance. I also invited David to join us. If Diego showed up, I would have two GPs with me. Double the fun. If Diego bailed, I would still have David. But the reverse happened. It was David who bailed. He could not get to the airport on time to get to Sao Paulo, and he lost his flight. I shared this with Diego, as well as Leo and Alex, on Day 1, and ever since then the three badmouthed David for wasting my money, calling him “indio,” (because he was from Manaus) and other names because he lost his flight. Maybe mean-spirited. But the guys did not have a good opinion of David after that.

But David is here, now, and I am reminded of why I was so enamored with him in the first place. Handsome face (young, inviting), perfect body (naturally muscular), and his amazing ass bulging out of his towel. My tongue was out again, and my eyes bugging out of their sockets, like a Looney Tunes cartoon fox. David sees me and approaches me. “Ta bem?” he asks. I say yes. He then apologized profusely again, as much as he did the day he lost his flight, personally this time, not on WhatsApp. I invited him to sit with us. I fill Tomas in on David’s story. Tomas laughs and shakes David’s hand.

I ask David if he wanted a drink. David asks for a coke, and then asks me if he could order a pizza as well. He was hungry. “Sure,” I say. “We can share.” Tomas orders the food. David snuggles beside me, and gives me a big passionate kiss. We make out for a while. The food comes. We partake. I had a hard-on the whole time. The boy was doing a number on me. When we finish the food I had to tell David that I couldn't take it anymore, and we had to go do a programa. David gets a room for us and I tell Tomas that I will be back. Off David and I go.

We sure made up for the time we supposedly were going to spend in Sao Paulo. David was eager for redemption, and this was his chance. And he took it. I always thought that sauna rooms are kind of dirty and gross *for me – I’m a princess this way* and prefer the relative comfort and serenity of my own bed *AirBNB or hotel* but we sure made use of the room we got. Two words – fluids everywhere. David came twice, and so did I. We made the room even more dirty and gross. I gave a 10 to David to give to the cleaner person. She deserves the money. I paid David 200 reals, because I was so fucking happy.

After the deed David still lingered with me and Tomas while we waited for Diego. Pretty soon Diego appeared, looking all polished and pretty. He was kind of surprised I had someone else there with Tomas. Introductions were made. It clicked with Diego all of a sudden that it was the same David who stood me up. Diego suggests we go home to prepare for the club tonight. I bid farewell to David.

Something was up with Diego. He was kind of distant. In the Uber though, Diego and Tomas were their normal selves. Maybe I am imagining things. We get back at the apartment and it was empty. “Grocery shopping,” Diego said. After a few minutes Leo and Alex (and Leo’s date) come in with bags of stuff. Soon Leo was cooking up something fierce.

Enough for everyone, even for Tomas and Leo’s friend. There was even dessert. This is how it’s done. Restaurants in Ipanema can get expensive. It definitely took the pressure off me in paying for Diego and Tomas’ food.

After dinner, everyone got ready. Showers. Smart clothes. Leo styled my hair, an advantage in having a hairdresser as a friend. Everyone shared Alex’s cologne. Instagram live video of everything. Including the walk to the club of the night – Cueva (Cave) in Copacabana. We opted to get fancy. We paid a flat 80 reals each (I paid for Diego and Tomas) and we got to hangout in an exclusive section by the well, roped off from the masses in the dancing area. The place really felt like a cave, dark and isolated, but was super warm, instead of cold. Was super fun tho. Eye candy everywhere:

Diego was having fun, but when I approached to get the usual hug or kiss I get from him, he pulled back from me. He would say that he was not comfortable with PDA with a man yet. It was fine in the sauna or the occasional peck in the cheek in the beach. But not here, he said. I found that weird. Cave was a gay club. Everyone was kissing and hugging. Why wasn’t he comfortable? I moved over to Leo and Alex instead of Diego and Tomas. Everyone saw that I was a little bit disturbed by this. Leo asks me to go with him to the patio area for a smoke. “I don’t smoke,” I protested. “Just come, OK?” Leo insists.

At the patio area Leo asks me what was wrong. I tell Leo what happened. “It's my last night! Why is he all of a sudden acting like an asshole?” Leo tells me why: Diego told him that he was angry at me for spending money on David. And Leo agreed. David flaked out on us in Sao Paulo. He already wasted my money. No sense rewarding him for that behavior. I told Leo that it was my money and I can do what I want. Leo said that was true, but this was the reason by Diego was pissed off.

And like clockwork, Diego appears. “Let’s talk,” he says. So we go through all of it. An actual fight, like boyfriends. In a club, like boyfriends. He tells me his piece. He says 200 reals is too much for anyone to receive for a programa. That’s a lot of money for Brazilians. And buying David dinner was just too much. And we were supposed to have alone time today. No one else. I tell him my piece as well. I told him I go to Brazil to relax. I don’t care if I waste money on boys. It’s why I am here in Brazil. It shouldn’t concern him.

He said it did concern him. He was spending all this time with me without compensation. He was staying because he wanted to stay. He does not like me throwing my money away on boys that don’t honor their word. He says he is different. He honors his word. He is concerned because this is Rio. Everyone will want your money and will do anything to get it. I asked him if he wanted my money as well. He was offended by this. He tells me: “You cannot buy me. You are a rich American. You can buy others. It’s very easy for you. But you are buying something false. I have something real. That can’t be bought."

That cut through the heart. I was affected by his words, even if we weren’t boyfriends.  I told him that: we weren’t boyfriends, and we can’t expect the other to commit to something, or anything. He agreed that we weren’t, but he admitted that this week was nice for him. It was different. He says we are not boyfriends, but this was at least a start. To just a nice friendship or actual boyfriends, he didn’t know. But it was a start. It is easier for him for other clients to spend a lot of money because it was work, and it suited him if clients spend a lot of money on him. But it was hard for him to see me do it. For some reason he cared.

He suggests that we just try to have a good time tonight. We were in a cool club with friends. Let’s not let this weird thing between us ruin everyone else’s fun. I head back down to the dance area while Diego smoked. Had a few drinks and danced with Leo and Alex. I wondered where Diego was. I tell everyone I wanted to see what Diego was doing. I get back to the patio and I see Diego and Tomas, talking to a bunch of young-looking Brazilian gays. It looked like everyone was getting friendly with each other.

Diego sees me and smiles. He approaches me and takes me by the hand. “This is my husband,” he says to the group of Brazilians, and then kisses me. The group looks in astonishment at me, like I had two heads. Tomas laughs. The group leaves. “What was that?” I ask. Tomas fills me in: “They wanted to hire us, 500 reals each, to go back to their place and fuck all of them.” That’s a lot of money,” I tell them both. “It doesn’t matter. It’s your last night,” Diego says, still hugging me. “But I am not your husband,” I tell him. “I had to get rid of them. I had to tell them something,” Diego finally says. It was almost 3 AM. We joined our friends and drank and danced. Alex was the first one to be drunk, as usual. Somehow we salvaged the night.

I really didn’t know where Diego and I were headed, but at least I knew this was a start.

Next, Sao Paulo.

Edited December 18, 2018 by numazu

[numazu]

Day 9: Bait and Switch

Diego and I talked a lot after the club. It was 5 AM by the time we got back to the apartment. We had to drag Alex’s almost lifeless body from the club to the apartment. We had to take a taxi to drive the short route from Copa to Ipanema because Alex was simply too drunk to function. Diego and I were both sober though. We talked about a lot of things, mainly boundaries and expectations. Maybe I was treating Diego like a commodity. Maybe I should start treating him like a friend, like Alex and Leo are friends. So much unexpected drama on what supposedly was a calm vacation. But it obviously comes with the territory. These guys are not machines. They hurt too. I get that.

I guess I shouldn’t spend money like a drunken sailor on leave, especially in front of people forgoing their wages to stay with me on my holiday.

Diego and I got a little sleep. The alarm went off at 12 noon. Time to tidy up the apartment to check-out at 1 PM. I woke Leo up (he was spooning with his trick on the sofa bed). Alex was on the floor, passed out, like so many nights before. Diego, Leo and I managed to get rid of all the food from the fridge, all the empty beer cans and alcohol bottles, empty Viagra boxes, and cigarette ash on the floor. A disadvantage of getting an AirBNB. Cleaning up at the end of the stay, so as not to get a negative rating from the owner.

Diego insisted that he take me to the airport. Which was a problem because I was meeting my next boy, Thiago, at the airport. He was in Rio to work at the saunas and coming with me to SP today.  You know the thing I said about the boys not being commodities? So I needed to finesse this with Thiago. I sent him a text, telling him that Diego was going to be with me at the airport. I told him to not wait for me to check-in for the flight, and just meet me at the gate. And if he sees me with Diego, pretend to not know me. I got a rolling eyes emoji and a broken heart emoji, but quickly followed by a “Brincando” and some “kkkkk.” He understood the deal.

I bid Leo a hearty farewell. “I will see you in a month, yes?” he confirms with me. I tell him yes, I’ll be back for more shenanigans. Diego and Leo pick Alex off the floor and we all maneuver our luggage out of the condo and into the street. Leo calls an Uber for him and Alex (and Leo’s trick) to go to a friend’s house to stay. I call an Uber for Diego and I to head to Santos Dumont.

At the airport, I try to self check-in using the machines but had to go to the Avianca counter to get my boarding pass. We do a quick café and some pastels (empanadas) in the airport before saying goodbye. At the security checkpoint, Diego bids me farewell. He hugs me and kisses my cheek. So much for not liking PDA. He promises me that he will see me again. He tells me to send him a photo of me in the plane, and to text him when I land “na California.” I didn’t tell him where I was going. I just nodded and promised to do so.

At the gate I see Thiago, first smiling, and then shaking his head.  “Where’s your boyfriend?” he asks, mockingly. “He’s right there,” I pointed to him. “Mentira!” he says, and hugs me to say hello. Since BH last month, Thiago and I have been messaging back and forth, getting to know each another. He’s doing well in his studies and was still hustling on the side to supplement his income. Since I saw him last month, he has ventured out to Sao Paulo and Rio saunas in the weekends, to get more cash, with some success. He happened to be in Rio the same time I was, and was keen on spending time together in Sao Paulo.

We get to Sao Paulo in a hurry. We Uber it to the Intercontinental Hotel in the Paulista area.

Thiago was a certain kind of Garoto de Programa that was slightly different from Diego. Thiago was young (21), handsome (his face was young and innocent), and has a muscular, but not overly worked out body (more natural, athletic, good set of abs), and a good sized dick and a large succulent ass. Not much different than other GPs. But he was a University student, working on a science degree, and was only working as a GP to supplement the allowance and tuition his parents gave him. He no doubt has many prospects in life. Unlike Diego who I fear after the good looks fade would have to find another, way less lucrative job.

And Thiago’s education showed in his mannerisms and conversation. He was very mature for his age and was very responsible. He speaks some English (very broken), but he only spoke to me in Portuguese , in normal speed, and for some reason I could understand him very clearly. And he helps me with my Portuguese as well, correcting me when I am wrong, helping with my vocabulary, finishing my sentences when I struggle. It was a delight to speak to him, in a language that I still struggle with. With Diego I get frustrated at times for my lack of Portuguese fluency, but not with Thiago.

All this was enough to make Thiago a pretty good guy and companion. But he was also pretty charismatic. In line at the airport to embark, he gave me long hugs to pass the time. He holds my hand in the seat. He kisses in the Uber. The real value is behind closed doors as well. When we got to the hotel room, it was almost 4 PM. About the time he has to go to the sauna. But instead he disrobes into his undies and makes out with me. I tell him that he has to go the sauna to make money. He ignores me and continues. Soon he was hard as a rock (and I got reminded of how thick his dick is). He manages to get an orgasm out of me. He doesn’t cum himself. Possibly saving it for customers. I was ok with that.

We then shower and get ready to go to sauna Lagoa. He was hungry so we grab a quick bite at McDonalds, which was just a block away. Then we duck into a pharmacy to get reinforcements for Thiago:

He says he definitely needed the Viagra because customers almost always demanded him to be the top. We Uber it to Lagoa. He enters through the boy door while I go through the main door. I get my key, slippers and towels. I changed into slippers and enter. I see Thiago pass me by and he tells me to wait while he changes into his work attire. 5 minutes later I see Thiago in a towel with a bulge already in the front, outlined on the towel. “This Viagra works really fast,” he says, laughing. I say it is good advertising. We sit down and order drinks (me a coffee, him a red bull and vodka). We chat for a while before Thiago says he will make the rounds now, and bids me good luck.

I fully intended to wait for Thiago in the sauna, so of course the only thing I can do to pass the time is go into programas with boys. It was a Saturday night, and the place was packed with customers and boys, so the vibe was great. I always preferred the music at Lagoa than the other saunas, and they had music videos usually playing in the stage seating area. I am talking about stuff that shouldn’t matter (what matters is the boys, obvi), but since I will be hanging out here for a while waiting on Thiago, I might as well like the place.

There was a cluster of boys standing by the entranceway next to the bar. I noticed one guy who I always thought was handsome whenever I see him, but for some reason, I never really approached for a progama. I usually don’t approach any guy for a programa, come to think of it. I either have someone else do the approaching, or the guy approaches me. But tonight it did seem that I had my big girl panties on, so I headed over to the boy cluster and sided up to Mr. Humpy.

“Pedro,” he answers, with a big and strong handshake and then a chaste hug. He was 20, looks a little bit older but very handsome. Very tan skin but caucasian features. Insane perfect musculature. Tall. Fairly statuesque. Standard questions: name, was it my first time here and Brazil, where was I from. “EUA,” I answer, and Pedro immediately lights up. He said he was just in Miami 2 weeks ago; a customer enlisted his services for a few weeks. It was his first time in the USA ever. He said he liked it and said he wanted to go again. I tell him I was from California and he would be welcome to stay if he chose to come. “Vamos,” he says. He was very animated and excited.

After a few more flirtatious banter I broach the subject of the programa. He did everything except bottom. Kisses passionately. Totally chill. Can cum. He asks for 200, I counter with 150, since Diego taught me well, and Pedro, without hesitation, says yes. In the room he didn’t hesitate as well. Kisses like a maniac. Sucks like one too. Cock not as big as one would hope, but perfect for me, because he fucked me. I came while he was still fucking. He comes in my mouth. After coitus we talk some more. He showed me photos of his time in Miami.  He was not in a hurry. Not sure if I was charged the extra time I took in the room, but it was worth it. He was worthy of a repeat.

After the programa I sit again at the seating area. After a while Thiago appears and joins me. He confirms that he was just at a programa. I ask who it was. He says he never tells on his clients. He keeps it professional. Smart boy. Soon the show starts and four very humpy strippers danced for us. Some drag queen numbers too.  Pretty standard stuff. The strippers soon disrobe and had hard ons. Pretty impressive. Thiago disappears again. Another programa. He was doing fine.

I quickly snap up another boy. Blonde highlights, mid to late 20’s. Nice worked out body, natural and not steroided. I asked him if he bottomed, he said he didn’t. After a pause, he followed it up with “I will try with you.” He wants to land my business. And he did. Like Pedro, this one was not in a hurry. Didn’t mind a lot of kissing for a while. When it was time to bottom, he sat on me. And it looked like he was in a lot of pain, but continued to ride me. I told him we could stop but he continued. I finally told him to relax. He got off me and I get rid of the condom. We kiss for a while again. He was able to cum. 150 reals.

So now I had two fairly long programas. I was exhausted. I get back to the stage area and the show was over, and Thiago was nowhere to be found. I order a beer. If Thiago wasn’t here after I finish the beer, I’ll go home. Sure enough Thiago appears, with another boy and a customer. They head to the counter, and after 5 minutes Thiago emerges. “I’m ready. I’ll just put clothes on.” After 5 minutes I was settling my bill. We get an Uber back to Paulista.

Thiago told me he was exhausted and hungry. I told him I was too. It was almost 11 PM so our food choices were limited. On Google Maps I find a pizza place called Pizzaria Veridiana in Jardins, about a 10 minute walk from the hotel, that was open till 1 AM. At the hotel room we dressed in pants, coz it was kind of cool. As we walk to the restaurant Thiago was laughing. He said he got three programas in the sauna tonight, so it was a good night for him. But he said the last one was weird. A customer wanted a threesome with another boy. The boy bottomed for everyone. He said it was weird because he found the boy very hot but the customer not. He wanted to pretend the customer wasn’t there but couldn’t, obviously. He got the boy’s Whatsapp and said they might meet up in the future.

Dinner was nice. Great conversation as usual. We ordered a large pizza but Thiago only ate two slices, as to not get fat. I wish I had that kind of discipline. Back at the room, he said he was finally ready to cum with me. He was saving it all for customers, but now he was done, he was free to give it away. And he did. It was worth the wait.

Next, more Thiago.

[Latbear4blk]

How do you pay in the saunas? You are hanging out for hours, semi naked, and your stuff is in the lockers. Do they give you a form where they go writing your consumptions and then you check out before leaving? Do they open a tab for your CC when you arrived and keep it open until you check out? Do you keep cash with you to pay to the GPs and the bartenders?

[numazu]

You are given a key with a number when you check in. They sometimes ask for your name to go with your check in. Whenever you order anything at the sauna, you show them your key number and will put your order in the tab. When you get a room for sex, they put your room cost in your tab.

When you check out, they’ll give you a list, in a printed paper or they show you on the computer screen, all your charges. If you’re ok with all of them, you can pay cash or credit card. 

It’s not advisable to take your wallet with you in the sauna. Keep your wallet in the locker. You don’t even need to have cash with you in the sauna. You can keep it all in the locker. When you are done with your programa with a boy, the boy will wait for you closeby while you go back to the lockers and get cash to pay the boy. Usually the boys are not allowed in the customer locker area.

You can have some money with you if you plan on tipping people, waitstaff, or strippers during shows.

[Lucky]

Numazu, have the sauna prices gone up since August? They have been rather consistent for years at 100, yet you pay 15o. What's new on pricing?

[Badboy81]

2 hours ago, Lucky said:

Numazu, have the sauna prices gone up since August? They have been rather consistent for years at 100, yet you pay 15o. What's new on pricing?

Pricing is still the same except if you are willing to pay more OR you are fat, unattractive OR they are hoping you say no based on the price being too high...

Prices have been the same for 10 plus years with some wiggle room depending on who you are and who the guy is...

[mvan1]

3 hours ago, Badboy81 said:

 

Pricing is still the same except if you are willing to pay more - - - - - - - - 

 

This is the main reason for the higher prices -