My Thirteenth Trip to Brazil: Recife and Fortaleza

[numazu]

Introductions

I thought I’d recap my week in Recife (and Fortaleza) through my usual ramblings, so if you're pretty averse to my way of writing it is best to turn away.  This was the first Brazil trip I’ve taken (out of 13), in which I have not had also gone through either Rio de Janeiro or Sao Paulo, or both.  I have used the smaller city Belo Horizonte before as a port of entry (from a Copa Airlines flight), which had its pros (no lines due to not having as many international flights into Confins Airport), and cons (takes a longer time for them to process foreigners because they are not used to it), but the trip after BH, I went to Rio to stay for a few more days before going back to the USA.

I’m one of those people who likes to randomly surf Google Flights and Skyscanner for airfare deals whenever i am bored. I would put in dates (usually over weekends and/or holidays), sometimes almost 6 months to a year in advance, to find out  if there are deals to be had. I usually get some good deals out of this method. One time I booked a Monterrey, Mexico flight over 200 days in advance for $105 round trip, and I almost forgot I had that I made the reservation till I got a United App notification, reminding me that I am able to check in to the flight 24 hours in advance. I hastily booked a hotel (Crowne Plaza) and packed whatever I could, and thanked the heavens that I still had room in my passport for MX immigration stamps. 

Still one of my best quickie vacations ever. It’s like finding money between the couch cushions.

So this was one of those trips.  Early January of this year, sometime after my New Year’s trip to Rio (my incomplete trip report here, sorry for not completing it), I found myself at work, bored, and wanting to go back to Brazil. I used Skyscanner to find out which Brazil cities other than Rio and SP had direct flights from the USA. I found these so far: BH, Brasilia, Manaus, Salvador, Belem, Recife and Fortaleza. The last two I found interesting. Recife and Fortaleza have have been mentioned here in BoyToy, with some members commenting on how beautiful the beaches and cities were, and some had some decent saunas as well, so I knew at least I would not be bored there if I did go. 

On Google Flights I put in some holiday dates to check for cheap fares, like - MLK Day weekend which at this point was just 2 weeks (too close) and President’s day weekend in February (no availability), Memorial day weekend in May (too expensive). Finally I put in the dates around July 4^thand found this crazy fare: a roundtrip from Miami to Recife for $159.

 

I quickly click on the LATAM link in the Google Flights search result to confirm. Sure enough, it was a real fare. Without any regard to whether I can get the time off from work or not, I booked it. If I can’t go, throwing away $159 isn’t the end of the world. I end up going every time anyway. Luckily for me as well, there were awards flights available to Miami, from my city in California (United), and back (American Airlines) through points.  Which was very lucky indeed because sometimes it’s hard to find award flights around the holidays (especially around July 4^th here in the USA). The good thing about point redemptions is that you can get the points refunded back to you if you decide to cancel (some nominal fee, $25 to $50 per leg), so this was some low risk high reward shit I was dealing with, which was a no brainer.

The one quirk with this booking is that the flight back to Miami had an almost 24 hour layover in Fortaleza.  Which to me wasn’t a bad thing, since it will give me a chance to check out the Fortaleza before heading back home. Since I was trying to visit all Brazilian states, getting two new states crossed off the list (Pernambuco and Ceara) in one week is kind of amazing.

During the time of the booking of this flight, I had a Brazilian boyfriend who was from Minas. I thought about taking him with me to this trip but decided against booking his flights as well, since I was not entirely sure I will go. Sure enough, 2 month later, we have broken up. And from this booking in January, to the time I had to leave in late June, I would have taken 6 more trips to Brazil, and found another boyfriend on trip 3, this time, someone from Santa Catarina. In these 6 trips I would visit new states, to bring my total to 10 visited so far, out of 27 possible, in 12 trips. This 13^th trip would bring it to a total of 12 states visited. Still not half but I have a whole lifetime to get there.

And in these 12 trips, I have run into the same problem: I always intend to go to the saunas in the city I am in but never seem to quite make it there in the majority of the trips. I find myself just trying to make local friends and using Grindr for both free and paid encounters. Part of me is intimidated by saunas, another reason is simply because that I prefer to just have sex in my own (better) AirBNB bed and use my (better) bathrooms and facilities. With Brazil, it was really never just about sex with me, and the saunas do give me a hypersexual venue that I sometimes crave, but not always seek. Overall though, it’s good to have options. Also it is hard to go to a sauna with a bf. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Oftentimes I just have to go by myself before or after bf time.

Next up, AirBNB recommendations, my choice of companion, and the journey to Recife…

[pauleo]

Great to read again on your adventures in Brazil. It is already your 13th trip to Brazil ? I remember your first trip back in 2018 and reading comments on your 6th trip on February this year ! You are coming more and more regularly ... Enjoy (and report) ! 

[numazu]

Day 0.5: Preparation 

On 7/10/2019 at 8:48 PM, numazu1 said:

Next up, AirBNB recommendations, my choice of companion, and the journey to Recife…

1.    AirBNB Recommendations

One thing that stayed in my head from my December trip to Salvador, where I hung out with @Latbear4blk for the first time, sauna boys usually asked me where I stayed because they said that most hotels in Salvador did not allow guests to have visitors up to their rooms. While this only happened exactly once in my life (in Yangon, Myanmar - I was so disappointed, we had to do it in the hookup’s apartment), I believe @Latbear4blk was able to play with his boys in his hotel in Farol da Barra. Still, I had this in mind when I was booking Recife and Fortaleza accomodations. I never even thought about booking a hotel and just looked at AirBNB.

Fortunately, most Brazil AirBNB’s allow visitors, because usually the unit is in an ordinary residential apartment building, where of course visitors are allowed, unless the AirBNB listing specifically says NO GUESTS. I stay away from these. And most nice apartment complexes in Brazil also had a pool, a gym (usually simple but serviceable), a parking spot and a 24 hours porter for security. When I look at an AirBNB listing, I check if the name of the apartment complex is mentioned, to do a quick Google search of the complex that tell you where it is exactly in relation to the beach, markets or shopping, what kind of facilities it has (some photos in the apartment’s website usually are available) etc.

I asked the boyfriend as to where he wanted to stay in Recife, since he spent almost a year of his early 20s in Recife. He preferred to stay in the relatively safe and rich beach district of Boa Viagem. Looking at AirBNB for my dates, filtering for “pools”, “24 hour check in” and “gym” I was able to find way more than I could want. I put in “<$40 a day”, “1 bedroom or more” and the most important “kitchen” filter and found a more manegeable ~50 properties. I found several that didn’t specifically say “NO GUESTS”, and had the name of the property either in the listing or in one of the listing’s photos, looked at where the building was in Boa Viagem, and narrowed it down to 3. I let the BF choose which he liked. He chose the property that had a big kitchen, 2 bedrooms and baths and nice faciltiies. It was going to be our home for a week.

 

As for dates, it was a little bit tricky. If you look at my dates in the previous post, I will arrive at 7 AM in Recife, and leave at 2:30 AM. So I book dates starting with the night before I arrive, so I can check in early the next day (making sure the place has 24 hour check-in, I checked), and then check out will be the day I leave. 

For Fortaleza, it was less clear to me where to stay. I did not intend to have the BF go with me in the tiny 24 hour connection I had before flying back to Miami. So I did a similar search for Fortaleza like I did above, and found a lot of nice properties along Beira Mar Avenue (along the beach) in the Meireles district of Fortaleza. Google maps showed that there were also a lot of hotels near the properties I looked at, telling me that the area was touristy. So I just book a place that looked nice and had my requirements (no NO GUESTS for example). Since I arrived in Fortaleza at 3:20 AM, I had to book dates starting the night before, and the next night as well, even if I was only going to stay for 24 hours. But for a total 2-day stay for $71, it hardly mattered that I was booking 2 nights.

Was I right with my choices of habitation? Stay tuned.

2.    My Choice of Companion

I do not go to Brazil to look for a boyfriend.  So it’s strange that I always have one.

I am a very good solo traveler, but I do not like to be alone when I get to my destination. In past Brazil sex vacations I’ve tried a week of just going at it alone, and just subsisting on free Grindr hook-ups, sauna visits and paid dates with site boys, but invariably, almost alway, my experience turns into inviting some old (and new) friends to the apartment and just letting the magic of Brazil run its course. I would get less sex probably this way than if I do it the other way, but Brazil does have a way of giving you what you really need instead of what you want. In my case it was friendship and companionship, as well as a view of the culture not readily available to tourists (not to mention my Portuguese fluency gowing leaps and bounds with every trip), instead of just sex and checking off tourist spots.

I find that once you get to know people well in an area, it is inevitable that one finds a companion, a boyfriend, that matches your own needs and quirks. I long stopped fighting the urge to pair up and just went with the flow.

I really think that I open myself up to be boyfriends with Brazilians precisely because it is not a huge commitment: I get the benefits of having a relationship (love! sex! companionship!); I still get to live my life in California, and ultimately, and this is important, it never ultimately works out because of a myriad of things (infidelity! fights and disagreements! distance!). When I booked this trip I was dating this beautiful, worked out, green-eyed, 27 year old Mineiro who lives in Rio. He was a very popular Garoto de Programa who was able to get himself out of the sex trade by saving enough to buy a car and motorcycle, and then became a motoboy, at a favela and a sometimes Uber driver (only on busy holidays and festivals). 

We started dating late last year, and he also started being friends with my friends in Sao Paulo. I’d visit him monthly, sometimes twice a month (did I mention he was beautiful?). Things were hot and heavy the first few months and then it got a little weird the last month. I then got a harried Whatsapp message from his girlfriend(!), who found out about me while she snooped in his phone. Turns out he started dating her a month prior, and she had no clue I even existed. I sent her messages (prints) to the Mineiro, and afterwards, the inevitable drama, crying, explanations followed. He told me he was pressured to have a girlfriend after his sister found a photo of him and me together, being lovey dovey, in a friend’s facebook. So he had to deny this to his family and pretend to date a girlfriend to quash the gay rumors.

Whatever. This was exactly what I thought would happen (in one form or another). I never really hoped that any of my relationships here would last, so this was the perfect time for me to bow out. I bid him goodbye but he didn’t accept it. I blocked him on Whatsapp and he messages me on Facebook, then Instagram. After all those blocked he texts me on iMessage. It took me about a week of this back on forth to finally get him to admit defeat. He also lost my friends in the process. I really liked the guy and maybe the relationship was going to work, but the promise of single life and being able to Grindr and sauna in peace has taken over me once I was given the opening.

And just when I was planning to fully take a huge juicy bite of the single-life apple,  I met another former Garoto de Programa to become boyfriends with. Sigh. Yes he is also beautiful, worked out, blah blah, everything you need out of a seemingly genetically engineered Brasileiro. I met him in March, been boyfriends ever since. A month before this trip I bought him tickets to meet me in Recife. I carved some alone time (not enough, but some) to hunt on my own. We shall see what happens with that.

3.    The Journey to Recife

I was looking forward to spending time with the BF in the Northeast, since I’ve only hung out with him in Rio, SP and his home state of Santa Catarina. But I also, at the very least, wanted to carve out solo time for myself, to hunt either on Grindr or the saunas. This is THE constant stuggle of my life actually, the push and pull between how awesome being in a relationship with a sexy, interesting and amazing man, and the freedom, wonder and intensity of meeting new pople. The struggle is finding a good balance of both. Ultimately I fail, but the fun is in the trying.

My first attempt at balance: I wanted to see the BF on my very first day (I missed him!), but booked his flight to arrive later in the day (early evening) than my own arrival, enabling me to at least get some hours of rest and hunting. No sauna time possible the first day, but a week before my trip, I did a GPS spoof with Grindr and found a massive treasure trove of boys who were interested.  This was promising.

Weather forecasts for the week showed sunny conditions during the day and some showers at night. Since it was “winter” in Brazil, and the Northeast, the temperatures were a little bit cooler than summer, so it was looking good. Which meant packing mostly tank tops, shorts, and flip flops, with the odd t-shirts and pants for date nights. Ordered my usual suite of travel sized items, including 5 cans of spray sun block, which I found came in handy in Brazil, since the stuff they sell in the beaches are easily 5 times more expensive, and in drugstores at least 3 times more. 

Once I got to Miami I flung my way across Miami airport to get to Terminal J, which was at the very end of the South Terminal. Here is where I am thankful for my status in American Airlines: despite the very cheap economy fare in LATAM, I was able to reserve a seat (window), line up to LATAM’s priority check in, spend time in LATAM’s lounge in Miami (where there was a Copa America Quarterfinal match between Chile – Colombia watched by very lively Chilean passengers waiting for their flight to Santiago), and get priority boarding (Group 2).

Once on board, I see the usual old and tired LATAM décor and colors, but fairly dependable and benign anyway. Leg room was reasonable, but found out that the flight was not full (maybe ¾ full), and therefore the seats at the back (where I was) had passengers, including me, who had the whole row to themselves. After takeoff and getting to cruising altitude, I took off my seat belt and laid flat on my whole row. I didn’t bother waiting for dinner or breakfast, knowing that LATAM’s dining offerings were not worth the giving up the extra minutes (hours) of shut-eye I will need. If I was going to spend 12 hours alone in Recife before the BF arrives, I better have all the energy I can muster. This is my 13^th trip to Brazil, and by this time I know very well that rest (more than money) is the most important thing to have in abundance.

Recife immigration was pretty quick and hassle free, and I actually had a nice conversation with the officer, in English. He made some remark about my passport, because it was full of Brazilian entry and exit stamps. I usually had my stock response ready (one that was fairly benign and safe), but I was excited to start my Recife adventure. So I told him the truth: that I was going to spend a week with my boyfriend who was from SC. He laughed, and found this amusing, and gave me some tips on where to go and what to do. “Bom trabalho,” I said, wishing him well with the rest of his shift. He winked, and said “I’ll see you soon.” Not sure if that was a threat or a an invitation.

I zipped through customs, and the classic welcome sign greeted me:

 

Two other things I do that is almost second nature to me by now when traveling to Brazil. (1) One was buy bottled water at the airport upon arriving. If I was going to hit the ground running, I won’t waste time looking for the basics necessities on the first day, and while I had everything I needed in my luggage (condoms, lube), not all apartments had drinking water in the fridges. If I was gonna have sex marathons, water is usually required in breaks to refresh one’s body after exchanging fluids with strangers. 

The other thing is to (2) get Brazilian Reals at the Banco 24 Horas. I’ve always just used my Charles Schwab ATM that was ATM fee free, international transaction fee free, and had competitive exchange rates in Brazil. The challenge was to find ATMs in Brazil that would accept them. It works *sometimes* with the big Brazilian banks like Bradesco and Banco do Brasil, but *always* at Banco 24 Horas ATMs. Again, I don't want to waste time looking for this ATM in the city, while I could be just getting laid.  Airports usually had them, and Recife airport was no different. 1000 reals to start the vacation:

Next up, it was a cum 4 times a day kind of day…

[SolaceSoul]

On 7/12/2019 at 2:17 PM, numazu1 said:

The other thing is to (2) get Brazilian Reals at the Banco 24 Horas. I’ve always just used my Charles Schwab ATM that was ATM fee free, international transaction fee free, and had competitive exchange rates in Brazil. The challenge was to find ATMs in Brazil that would accept them. It works *sometimes* with the big Brazilian banks like Bradesco and Banco do Brasil, but *always* at Banco 24 Horas ATMs. Again, I don't want to waste time looking for this ATM in the city, while I could be just getting laid.  Airports usually had them, and Recife airport was no different. 1000 reals to start the vacation:



These are usually inside of most major subway stations in Brazil, right outside the entrance booths. 

[numazu]

Day 1: Best Laid Plans 

The warm Brazil weather doesn't hit me as harshly in Brazilian winters as much as in summers. It was actually warmer in Miami when I left it, than in Recife now. Uber is pretty easy to get, and the good thing is that the airport is only 10 minutes away from Boa Viagem. I love when airports have Uber paths like this, it makes things easier for first-timers:

Since it was early morning still, there was not a lot of traffic or people out in the streets, which made the journey straightforward. The AirBNB owner (and the photos) stated the name of the building and the apartment number. Check-in was a breeze: I only had to give the porter my (AirBNB) name and the apartment number, and without checking my identity, gave me the keys, and gave me a quick rundown of how-tos: to park, to gym, to chuck trash. My apartment was in a high floor (upper 20s), and the balcony was facing the ocean, with some apartment buildings just obscuring the view:

I hate these types of high-floor, unsecured, balconies. It always makes me want to jump off it. 

Everything seemed to be in order, and as a bonus, the fridge was stocked with the basics, including my precious water:

 

1. Too Much Planning is a Bad Thing

I’ve discovered that it is best to just let Brazil tell you what you need, instead of the other way around. 

I knew I wanted to get some various tail before the BF gets here later today, so I tried to maximize my chances by planning for dates in advance. A week before the trip, I had my Android phone, outfitted with the app Fake GPS, to do a mock location for my Grindr. I set it to Boa Viagem, Recife, and a few minutes later, as I always say, my Grindr lit up like a Christmas tree^TM. Not as much paid guys messaged me, surpisingly, in proportion to the free guys, like in RJ or SP. Just lots of horny guys messaging fresh meat. I was eager to test both kinds however, so I started talking to the pay ones with interest.

Two GP profiles that ultimately hooked my interest were from a young twink couple, and a hung and sexy 24 year old garoto. Since my BF was a athletically muscular, mostly top and dominant late-20s guy, I went with the twink couple for two reasons: (1) they were the opposite (twinks, 18 year olds, bottoms to vers, more submissive) to the BF and (2) they were charming and promised more than just sex, a full day of beach, eating, and of course, sex:

Maybe 500 reals was high, I don’t know. Seemed fair for a full-day, multiple session, beach and other activities type of day, for 250 reals a boy. And they were really cute and sexy, one looked like Beiber, the other looked like a young Wilmer Valderrama, super-twinks with big cocks and delicious asses. They were full-time students, but needed cash for their various extra-curriculars. In the week leading up to the trip, they kept their contact with me, doing video calls, countless messages, and telling me they were excited for my arrival.

BUT, on the day of arrival, this is what happened:

So the one guy didn't message me till about 10 AM, and said that he was sick, and wanted to recover. I can certainly understand that. It was kind of dissapointing for sure, and they wanted to meet tomorrow (I can’t, BF will be here). But they showed so much promise in the week leading up to the trip that I couldn’t help being dissapointed. I got messages from them throughout the week, still apologizing. Maybe I’ll meet them at the end of the trip. I guess I will just have to check out the beach with the BF, for now.

The pros and cons of trying to hire non-seasoned pros: on the one hand at least you’re not hiring some hardened professional who is jaded with everything, but you get uneven results.

I turned to my other pro (24 year old good looking muscular fit hung guy) who wanted to charge me 200 at first, but knocked it down to 150, and even threw in a friend, to entice me, another, 20-something good looking guy:

But I was tired of wasting time on pros at this point. Because the free market in Recife, it seemed, was willing to pick up the slack.

2. I’m not the only one Home Alone

I was tired, cranky, spending too much time on Grindr, and was drifting from awake to asleep in bed, as the long journey finally takes its toll. I wake from an hour or so nap and check my Grindrs. A 23 year old white boy catches my eye. He was handsome, a nice tight body with a few tattoos, and some facial hair that made him look a little older. We did the usual back and forth in Grindr, in English. Photos were exchanged (big dick, big ass, as expected from these parts). He seemed to be eager to meet, but insisted to do it in his place.

I asked where and when, he sent me the address and apartment number, and now, he said. I looked at Google Maps.  It was 3 blocks away in the next street, at a high rise same as mine. I asked for Instagram, cute pics, seems like a nice energetic young guy. I asked for Whatsapp, I get a message there instantly. He asks if I wanted to chat on webcam.

OK, so he wanted to see me live first before committing  Fine, I call him. He answered. He was shirtless, smoking, by the balcony. Looked good so far. I took off my own shirt and went to the balcony as well. I felt the sun’s warm rays on my body. Recife was starting to feel good.  We talked, in English, feeling each other out. I told him I was still waking up from a nap. He invited me over again, saying he would make me coffee when I came over. I got into it. Told him I would be there in 15. I took a quick but thorough shower (groin and ass spotless), left my wallet in the room and took only about 80 reals in 20s with me, my cellphone and keys, and started walking.

Lots of red flags for sure right? I am meeting him at his place (but it’s a high-rise like mine with a porter). He was gonna make me coffee (I might get roofied). I did feel that I did the necessary due-diligence to manage the risks. I think the risk I am taking in this is no more than if I went over to a trick’s house back in the USA. I had his Whatsapp, Instagram, name. And what are the chances an English speaker would kill me in Brazil (highly likely).

I get to the buidling and it seemed to be newer than mine was. I go straight to the elevators and key in the floor. I text him that I was on my way. He video calls me, and I answer when I get to his floor. 30 seconds later I get to his door. I see in the video him walk to his door and open for me. We both hang up our video calls. I come in.

He was everything that was advertised, and his charming banter was helping my initial nerves go away. We talk for some time. He gets up to make the promised coffee. I follow him to the kitchen and watch him put the filter, the coffee, then water in the coffee maker, and turns it on. He turns to me and gives me a kiss. And we were off to the races. We get to the living room again and take off our clothes on the couch. As much fire as you would want out of a sex encounter. No protection too. I was on PREP. He said he was too.

After cumming (and towels to at least clean us off), he makes the coffee. Yes to milk and sugar. He says he was staying with his mom in this condo, and she was out for the day. He talks about Recife, what to do, where to go. I tell him about my Brazil trips. He says that I’ve been to more places in Brazil than he has. He has been to the USA, NY and FL. More fooling around. He tells me we should shower together. While waiting for the water to get hot, we make out again. It only takes that much. Another session in the bathroom. I leave his condo clean, and thoroughly satisfied.

3.    Walmart is different here than back home

On the walk back I turned on my Grindr. I had some active messages currently with some guys that I just left hanging since I went to the guy’s place. I send out a reply to this one guy who I thought was interesting. He said he was married, to a woman, and just wanted to get his man fix while he was out of the house during errands. He refused to give me any pics (too many excuses), but promised that he was good looking (right). He was pretty insistent. But it was his stats: 29 YO, 6’5, 220 lbs, white guy, hairy, big dick and ass, that was intriguing. He said he was at the nearby Walmart and just driving around. Another English speaker, which at this point was surprising. I could’ve sworn I left Miami yesterday.

I had to weigh my options. It was 3:30 PM. I had to be at the airport at 5:30 PM, to get my prince charming. Fine, life favors the bold. I told him I’d meet him at Walmart. It was only a 5 minute walk past my apartment building. If he was fugly I'd just walk past and go in the Walmart to buy tube socks. We agree to meet at the entrance.

As I walk to the entrance I see a tall guy. It was unmistakably him. Alright, I can maybe work with this. He was in his gym clothes, sleeveless shirt, shorts to his knees, trendy Nike “tennis” shoes. He was twirling his car keys in his hands. He knows what I look like and nods at me as I walk up to him. “Matheus?” I ask. He says my name. We shake hands. He was a little nervous, I could tell. I suggest to walk to the direction of my apartment building, and explain to him that it was just across the street. We walk by his car (a black Mercedes CLA, another rich guy, like lover boy earlier), and he locks it (again) for good measure.

Once we get to the room he was more relaxed, but we were both sweaty from walking in the Recife sun. I try to move things along, and initiating contact, and it turned out the time with him was pretty hot too. He came right away, and in the act of fucking him, he came again. He was really wanting it. He was straight-guy hot. No visible abs but flat tummy, non-manicured body hair but pretty nicely laid out. His cock was all Brazilian and instantly hard, but he was looking to be fucked and I obliged. The hottest thing of all was me thinking he was married to a woman. His golden band was very visible. 

There was something about Boa Viagem in Recife that made me feel secure, unlike even in Ipanema or Copacabana in Rio.  Boa Viagem seems to house the rich people of Recife. The streets were safe, lots of higher-end cars, and chill people. 

When he left I had to “de-whore” the apartment. The blanket was full of jizz, so I folded it up and hid it in a closet. The towel the guy used, I also hid. I straightened out things as much as I could and opened all the windows to get rid of the stench of sex that still permeated the air. I showered, and checked to see if I had any visible sex marks on my body that would give me away. 

Next up, hubby is here!

Edited July 14, 2019 by numazu

[numazu]

Day 1.5: The Boyfriend Cometh

What started as a post about my first day out in Recife turned out to be a big fat tribute to the boyfriend. Oh well. I am not known for my brevity.

As I slept my way through Brazil these past year and a half, I’ve been able to find a variety of shapes and sizes to be intimate with. I’ve always been fascinated by the diverse complement of guys available in the country. Black, white, blonde, dreads, multi-racial, half-indio, half-italian, half-japanese, green-eyes, blue-eyes. From super muscular bulls, to athletic lean guys, from super twinks, to (american) football player builds. Usually super hung, most often with giant butts. Almost always super passionate.  I’ve never seen such a diverse set of guys available for fun in one place. And to me the most fun sometimes is to find out what diverse mix of races and circumstances a guy had to be made up of, to produce that kind of beauty that I saw that day. The answer is always surprising, and I’m always glad I asked. And I always ask.

So it is a wonder that in the past few months I have seemed to zero in on a particular type of Brazilian guy: the tall, hyper-athletic, hyper-masculine, muscularly lean, white-ish/mix-white guy. Not super-duper worked out like the steroided hulks I’ve seen haunt Club 117 or Lagoa. Usually plays a sport well, or is a personal trainer. Usualy with some facial hair. Probably white, but with enough of another race mixed in that they can hold a tan year-round. I blame my Sao Paulo friends. They have turned me into following certain Brazilian Instagram influencers, and I’ve been hooked on to these types ever since:

After I broke up with my previous BF earlier this year, I felt a little down, but hopeful to become the biggest whore that I could be. I have planned a week-long stay in Rio for my birthday, and with no BF to spend it with, I asked a long-time GP friend, who in the last year has turned out to be a good confidante on all things Brazil and boys, on what to do. He has known the whole story of the ex, and knew I was stressed out because of the relationship towards the end. He had a suggestion: he wanted to introduce me to a good friend of his, someone he knew I would enjoy. After all these months of recommendations, he has not failed me yet. This friend of mine knew exactly what I liked, in sex, in company, in men. So I was interested.

The guy my friend was going to introduce me to was an ex-Garoto de Programa, just like the ex, and another one of those that escaped the sex-trade by buying a car, going back to his native state of Santa Catarina, and becoming an Uber driver.  There seems to be a plethora of those. He said his friend wanted to buy a MacBook Air for his 8 year old son, and wanted to see if I could help him with that, since electronics was way cheaper in the USA. In return, he said, his friend could stay with me the whole whole birthday week as my constant company. Show me the money, I told him. I of course needed pics to see if I was even attracted to the guy.

Lets call him Tomas.  The pics he sent back to me of Tomas did not disappoint. He looked like one of the guys I’ve lusted over like those above. He was an interesting mix: half-indio and German. I immediately said yes, and asked for Tomas’ WhatsApp. My friend gave me Tomas’ Instagram instead, which to me felt weird at the moment. (he had no Whatsapp?) No matter. I found his Instagram and messaged Tomas and he replied right away. After some intros, and more (yummy, x-rated photos), we went and talked business:

There is always more than one way to pay a Garoto de Programa. There was always more than one way to do a programa.

So Tomas was eyeing this MacBook Air that was 5899 reals in Brazil. I looked at the price here in the USA, and found that this particular model was last year’s, that can be bought at $900 used (about 3500 reals or so). He explained that he might be able to pay me 2500 reals, and the rest can be my payment for his services. Which just made out to be 1000 reals, which was a pretty good rate for the week. I said yes and ultimately it was one of the best weeks I’ve spent in Brazil. He was grateful for this: he didn’t really want to go back to the sauna or hit up other former customers to get the money.(And he didn't have to know that I could get it for a cheaper price). 

At the end of my birthday week, he finally gave me his Whatsapp number.  He had a good reason he didn’t give it to me at the start: he just changed phone numbers, and didn’t want any customers knowing his new number. He says his old number never stopped ringing, and it got embarassing at times in front of family, and with his son when the son borrowed his phone to play games.

After that week I always wondered what Tomas’ story was. He was clearly a popular GP, having the ability to save up for a car and able to leave the profession it completely. He was still young-ish (28), dashingly good-looking, and sexy as hell. Why give up on this very lucrative job, where he said he earned 2500 (at least) reals a week? He gave me details: he started out doing sauna work in Rio in his early 20s, and when he got the hang of it, was able to rent a nice apartment in Copa on his own, he branched out to website work (which cost him 700-1000 reals a month to list his ad on the web), and was able to host clients in his new apartment. It came to a point that he didn’t have to go to the sauna because site work was enough to pay the apartment, and then to a point that he didn’t have to advertise at websites at all (and avoid paying the ad listing and monthly fee) and relied on repeat business with favored clients, or added more clients through referrals. And sometimes he would get hired on the spot just by hanging out at Ipanema or Copa beach (in his usualy skimpy speedos, working on his tan), by fellow beach-going clients who found him hot. And he was hot.

But the thing he hated the most was the GP lifestyle. There was just something about GP work that was soul-crushing for him. It was very stressful for him to do that kind of work, and he hated taking Viagra at times to just be functional on the job. To cope with the stresses, he’d turn to drugs. At first he would just overdo maconha, but he learned to do cocaine with clients who wanted to do the drug with him while on their Rio vacation. Also, at the start, he just did cocaine with clients because they were doing it as well and paying for his share, but when clients leave to return to their homes, his addiction to cocaine remained, and soon he was buying his own cocaine because he was hooked. Lots of GPs are hooked on all kinds of drugs, sure, but he said it never occurred to him that he would be one of them.

So he had an exit plan hatched mid-2017: he was going to be a GP till Carnaval 2018. He’s going to get through the tough spring market, mine the Christmas and New Year Rio tourist crush for all it’s worth, and ride his way all the way to Carnaval. And he was going to quit doing drugs. After this he saved up enough money to buy a car, and other creature comforts, and was able to put Rio de Janeiro in his rearview mirror (literally). He had a son from a previous girlfriend, who meant the world to him, and he didn’t want the son to grow up wondering what his dad did for a living. And for a few months after that, for the most part, he has made ends meet by being just an Uber driver. But some previous GP clients still wanted his services, so he would oblige them once in a while if the offer was right. They’d fly him to Rio (or Sampa or Salvador, or whereever else), have their fantasy week, and he would return to Santa Catarina where noone knew he was a GP.

But he said even going with previous clients was bad. He said that once you get reminded of how easy it was to earn money by being a GP, you’d be fooled into thinking that money was very easy to earn in general, so you spend it like crazy (on booze, on girls, on silly things), thinking that you can replace it as easily as well. For people who have had to go without money most of their lives, sometimes this sudden change of fortune does tricks to their minds. And he had to fight against the idea that he could go back to that life. He wanted to be back in Santa Catarina, live close to his son, and just become a regular, boring, but stable worker.

Flash forward to early this year. To recap: I told my good GP friend that I wanted a week in Copacabana, with him and other sexy guys in the house, with trips to the beach or the clubs or even the sauna, to celebrate my birthday week. Enter Tomas. Tomas has been Ubering constantly to save up for a MacBook. His friend tells him about me, a sucker for handsome sexy guys. It was a win-win: Tomas could get a week-long vacation in Rio away from Uber, and he could get the MacBook he needed. For me too: I could get this stone-cold fox to get to know for a week, that wouldn’t break the bank. 

But apparently a week wasn’t enough. We both wanted to see each other again after that initial week. He leveled with me: he really just wanted to treat me as a client and be done with me in the week. But after the week was over, he asked if he could see me again, maybe in Santa Catarina. So I did. Three weeks later I was back in Brazil, taking that extra flight to go further south to his city. I got to know his hometown. I got to ride in his car. I got to stay in his apartment. And I got to meet his son. After that trip, it just got harder to stay away. Two more trips later, here I was, about to take an Uber to Recife airport, where I was 12 hours before, to pick him up from his flight from the same city I was in just two months ago.

The sunset, like everything else in this city, was gorgeous:

After 15 minutes of waiting at the arrivals area, Tomas finally appears, dashing as always, in a crisp white shirt, trendy jeans and sock-less loafers. He sees me and shows me his million watt smile. He gives me big hug, and a stealth kiss on the neck, as I stand there not sure what to do. I am not sure how I feel about public displays of affection in Brazil airports. I hug him back. “E ai, gringo?” he asks, jokingly. I call an Uber and as we wait outside he lights a cigerette. Before he takes a drag, he looks around, to make sure the coast is clear, and then he kisses me in the mouth. We are off to a good start.

It was only 7 PM when we get back to the apartment, but I could already tell that we weren’t going anywhere tonight. He was always made para ficar, instead of being para sair. A quick shower together and we tried our darndest to remind each other why we were together. We got comfortable. It was gonna be a relaxed night.

As a nightcap, we ordered some Chinese food (his idea) in using the app iFood. He got the Yakisoba (his favorite), I got some frango crispy with rice. They even threw in some fortune cookies, a very California invention, with the meal:

Good advice for what was turning out to be an intense week.

Next, as promised, Recife!

Edited July 17, 2019 by numazu

[TotallyOz]

I feel like I am inside of your story when I read your writing. Thank you for such amazing non-fiction that reals like a love story mixed with great sex and wonderful feelings.  Loving the trip!

[numazu]

Days 2-7: The Honeymoon in Recife Part 1 – The Outdoors

1. The Beaches

The first ever beach I’ve ever been to in Brazil has been the Rio de Janeiro – Zona Sul beaches of Ipanema and Copacabana. For me, they have been the standard of Brazil beaches that I've measured all the other Brazil beaches, because, duh, it is Rio de Janeiro, the tourist paradise, but also because the beaches in RJ is usually a perfect mix of things I find appealing in a beach-going experience: fine sand, clean water, presence of services (chairs, food, others) and hot boy watching. And yes, like everywhere else, it has a lot of not so good things going for it as well: too many people hawking things (from sunglasses to drugs), it can get quite expensive (the food, the chairs, the drinks), and at certain times, it gets crowded. But it is still the standard that I look for in the other Brazilian beaches I go. I’ve seen some so far: from the good (there are a lot: RJ - Arrail do Cabo and perihery, SC – Balneario Camboriu and Floripa, Bahia: Salvador – Barra and Ondina, Natal – Ponta Negra, SP - Guaruja), the bad (Sao Paulo – Santos and Sao Vicente) and the ugly (none yet, thank goodness).

The Recife beach in the Boa Viagem nexus of beaches can be thought of as one of the good ones. And surprisingly, in many respects, it is superior to the RJ beaches: the sand is prettier, water cleaner and warmer, services are plentiful and cheaper, and hot boys aplenty as well. The last part is important of course.  The morning after Tomas arrived, we wasted no time checking out the beaches. OK maybe we did waste some a little bit: we had to take care of morning wood.  After that essential morning ritual, Tomas brewed us coffee and made cheese sandwiches for café da manha, and showering together (to save water, of course lol), we applied sunblock, wore our swimsuits under our bermudas and regatas, and we were on our way to the beach.

AirBNB Point of improvement: the apartment is great, but it was not exactly by the beach. It was a nice 15 -20 minute walk to the beach, so it wasn’t too bad and perfect for a morning stroll to the beach, but this was the Northeast, and the winter sun would bake everyone eventually in the afternoon. And after a busy and somewhat tiring day in the beach, at times, a walk back to the apartment in the blaring sun wasn’t exactly a welcome proposition. Once there though, the sidewalk was filled with activity. Even some rainbow flags in some of the kiosks:

The beach ambiance: perfect. Boa Viagem was superior to Rio Zona Sul because the beach chairs and sun umbrella were free. We chose a barraca (kiosk) which turned out to be super friendly and very accommodating to our needs. It was also situated near a public restroom, in case you didn't want to go peepee in the ocean, and unlike Rio, the bathrooms are free (another plus). One marked difference with Recife beaches compared to RJ, a bag for trash was automatically always provided with every umbrella. It is probably why the beaches are so clean:

 

The food: the revelation for the week was the street food readily available in Recife.  We didn’t bother with going to restaurants and just munched on street food and home cooking. The favorite for me were the Caldinhos: a type of small portion soup with all kinds of goodies in the thick broth. Tomas thought it would be something I’d like, because there were a lot of things in it (may have either: fried pork skin, seafood, quail eggs, chicken, corn, etc, you name it), they were bite sized portions that can be consumed quickly without needing table to eat it, and the flavors were strong.  He also thought that I can handle the soup’s contents because of my strong stomach by virtue of me being a frequent traveler, and the things in these soups may or may not be clean enough to be handled by more sensitive constitutions. 

They were always 5 reals, and sometimes the vendors can themselves be flavorful bitefuls as well:

 

Caldinho de Feijao – black beans broth and pork

With shrimp:

 

With chicken's head meat:

 

The men: boy watching at the beach did not dissapoint. There were a couple of boys and vendors who looked good, and some beach-goers were eye-candy, but the main attraction were the surfers. On windier, more turbulent wave days, you’d see kids, teens, and adults try their skills on the waves. A bunch of teenagers were trying to surf in front of us:

The teenagers were interesting.  They usually surfed earlier in the day. And then they would disappear and an hour later they would appear, all nice looking and smelling nice wearing perfume, selling brigadeiros. Tomas bought me some brigadeiros from the wolf pack, and he commented that they smelled nice. I wonder what their deal was. If I was alone/single I’d be bold enough to ask if they were available. Which I was guessing they were.

There was also this hottie who was trying to catch waves close to us:

I was so beguiled by this surfer, that it came to a point that Tomas made snide remarks about my infatuation. Maybe I was staring too much.  Don’t blame me, after all, he was hot. But it did affect us later, when arriving home after that beach day we decided to get frisky. After he came, I tried to cum but couldn’t, so while Tomas was jacking me off, I closed my eyes and fantasized about the surfer. Tomas snapped his fingers in front of my face and said that I should be focusing on him and not the “surfista” in my head. I laughed out loud, he did have a point, and he knew me so well. I sat up and made out with him as I jacked myself off. 30 seconds later I came all over his stomach. Love the one you’re with.

But after that, the whole week, he would continue to tease me about the hot surfista. I showed my hand on that one.

2. The Pracinha

Tomas used to live in Recife, for a year in his early 20s. Rio was getting on his nerves at that point, and lamented the presence of lots of competition in the Rio saunas, so he wanted out. He had a friend in Recife who extolled the virtues of beach living in Boa Viagem, as a more tranquil alternative to the more stressful RJ beach life, so with just the clothes on his back he took the multi-day bus ride(s) from Rio to Recife. He worked as a Garoto de Programa there and spent most of the days in the beach in Boa Viagem. He lived close to the Praca de Boa Viagem, a sort of town square in the southern end of Boa Viagem.

So this was sort of a homecoming for him, and all the good memories of his wild 20s were coming back. He remembered being so happy here, with everything and everyone being so chill and fun. One of the places he went to almost every night was that park, a place to have a cheap dinner of just street food and sometimes listen to live music that would be there in the weekends. He said winter, though more tolerable than summers in terms of being outside, was less busy because there were less tourists in general.  And it showed with our walk from the apartment to the park:

Once we got there though, it was a lively scene. We decided to have dinner there on our second night, and other nights when he didn’t want to cook at the house.  

Some of the local street food that I tried:

Tapioca with some beef and cheese filling (yummy yummy yummy – 8 reals):

Some sugarcane juice to wash it down (very Nordeste – 5 reals):

Acaraje, which is this weird heady mix of black eyed peas, ground shrimp and onions, and a variety of toppings that were super flavorful (very Nordeste – 10 reals):

 

And a kiosk that had the weirdest collection of cakes:

We tried several varieties of chocolate cakes and mousses. All 8 reals.

As you can see, a good giant meal is less than 25 reals total. We never had to step into a restaurant, and why would we if the food was this good.

The other side of the park had kiosks full of handicrafts and souvenirs. We bought each other matching t-shirts that said Recife in it. He insisted on matching ones so if we wear them separately we would be reminded of this amazing holiday. Thinking ahead already. We also bought trinkets, and he bought some religious idols for his grandmother and mother. Overall this was a shoppers paradise:

So the week consisted of going to the beach during the day, and hanging out the park at night, with some evening strolls by the beach as well. He was showing me his Recife, and he showed me his favorite things to do in this fabulous city. I had to throw away the guidebook on this one, and just relied on his version of Recife as my intro to the city. Sure, I missed a lot of sites: the old city Recife Antigo, Olinda, Porto de Galinhas and other breathtaking sites, but it hardly mattered in the week with the boyfriend. 

And of course, I had to save time for the indoor activities, next…

Edited July 20, 2019 by numazu

[numazu]

Days 2-7: The Honeymoon in Recife Part 2 – Odds and Ends, and the Pursuit of Maconha

Some other Recife-related stuff that happened during the week:

1.    Exercise Against My Will

Tomas is a fitness junkie. He plays soccer, and is big on jiu-jitsu, and goes to the gym almost everyday. Ever since I’ve known him, whenever I am with him, he has inspired (forced?) me exercise with him, twice or three times in a week. Because of this I usually get an AirBNB with a gym in it. Tomas would act as my personal trainer, which he does at time in his gym in Santa Catarina on occasion. Which means, even on my vacations with him, he likes stopping by the gym, even only for 30 minutes, or go out for a jog or a brisk walk. And he usually brings me along, kicking and screaming, to his sessions.

This vacation was no different. Days 3, 5 and 6 were exercise days.  It would start with a light jog from the apartment to the beach. Once we were warmed up, we would use the “monkey bars” and other exercise equipment that were scattered in the sidewalks of Boa Viagem along the beach. We would take turns handling the bars and push ups and others things. But of course, in worse shape than Tomas, I would run out of steam before he did. It was a fun activity to do together, and I have to admit it has helped with bedroom activities as well (his body is swole from it, I have more energy, both our bodies are lose and warm after), but at the back of my head, I’d rather be using this 45 or so minutes to be lounging in the beach, drinking caipirinhas, and relaxing. It’s like eating vegetables: I know I should be having more of it, but it is not fun doing it.

Once I teasingly asked him why he wanted this magnificent body even if he was retired as a GP. He was serious with his reply: he was doing it for two reasons - he was (1) doing it for himself because he liked seeing a fit body in front of the mirror, and (2) he was doing it for me. It was his impression that it was very important for me for him to have a great body, and once he let himself go, I would dump him. I admitted to him that of course I was initially attracted to him because he was this stone cold fox, but what is keeping me with him goes beyond the physical. I dare not ask what drew him to me, lest I already knew (money? a green card? most probably. I am not sure).

2.    Getting Marked

That last tattoo I got was over 10 years ago. I got it with an ex-boyfriend on a whim. That relationship lasted 3 months after that. The tattoo, obviously, is still with me. I have no regrets getting the tattoo though, and have been longing to get another one since then. The last Rio trip with Tomas we decided to get tattoos in Recife, since he thought getting it in Rio would be needlessly expensive. Before leaving, I downloaded some “templates” of the tattoo on my phone so I can show it to the tattoo place.

On Day 5 it was overcast outside, and not prime beachgoing weather, so we decided that today was the day to get the tattoo. From what Tomas remembered, there were some tattoo places close to Praca de Boa Viagem, so we Uber it there. We get there and start walking and looking for the tattoo shops. We get to the area where there were a lot of restaurants and a big gas station. At the corner we saw a sign for the tattoo shop “Art Sapiens Tattoo”. We find the store front and got led to the second floor:

The place looked pretty professional. The tattoo artist greeted us and after introductions we got down to tattoo designs. I sent him my templates and explained to him where I wanted it. He put the template in his computer, and with some trial and error, he was able to print out a life-size drawing of the tattoo and draped it across the body part I wanted it on. He did the same for Tomas. He charged by the square centimeter, and my tattoo worked up to be 300 reals, and Tomas’ was 900 reals.

Tomas told me before this that he was going to pay for his tattoo. He balked at the price. He thought 900 reals was a little too expensive for what he was willing to pay. I offered to pay for it, but after thinking about it, he said no. He said the tattoo was for him and he didn’t want me to pay for it, and it looked like we would be at the tattoo shop for a while because his tattoo design was too big and was going to be laborious and time-consuming, and was going to cut into our time together. I still wanted to get mine though. And we were in luck because the tattoo artist had a free lunch hour to work on mine.

The whole process was pretty quick and relatively painless. My initial trepidations of a painful tattoo experience were unfounded. The artist was done in an hour, and the results were stunning. Tomas was patient throughout the process. He waited with me in the tattoo room and kept me company.  After the procedure, the artist gave me tips on how to take care of the tattoo in the next few weeks. One drawback, I could not expose the tattoo wound to the sun for the next few weeks, so I had to beach with the tattoo covered for the rest of the week.

Tomas was attentive with taking care of the tattoo, too. During sex after the tattoo he was careful to not disturb the tattoo area, and reminded me to put moisturizer and to wash it regularly. Thank goodness it did not affect our performance in bed.

3.    Art is for Lovers

As a couple in a new relationship, apart from beach going, bar hopping and evenings at home cooking food (him) and eating food (me) and watching TV just like an old married couple, we have not done a lot of other stuff as a couple. We were in luck: an art festival was happening this week in Recife: The Fenearte 2019, an art and handicrafts festival that was here for 2 weeks at the convention center in Olinda. I thought this was just another outdoor market selling trinkets and crafts, but upon arriving at the convention center (which was 30 minutes from Boa Viagem, and closer to one of the saunas here), I was impressed. It was pretty sophisticated and organized. An entrance fee of 25 reals was trivial. We were treated with an exhibition of local arts and crafts that not only was from the Northeast, but also from all around Brazil:

I didn’t know if Tomas was the art-viewing kind, but he had a lot of fun looking at all the artifacts. He took a lot of photos for his Whatsapp and Instagram statuses. He even video called his son to show him a few toys he thought his son would like. We bought a few trinkets and souvenirs, and a flute for his son. It was a perfect way to spend Day 6 night, our last night together in Recife.

4.    The Quest for Maconha 

If Tomas ever had a flaw (and I don’t think it is really a flaw), is that he was obssesed with maconha, or marijuana. He admitted he was the biggest maconhero he knew ever. In his GP days, he was addicted to all kinds of drugs. He got rid of all that, but maconha remained. He said it helped him relax, and helped him sleep. When I first hung out with him in Rio, and then in Santa Catarina, he knew where to get the illegal drug, since the surroundings were familiar to him.

But we were in Recife, and we were both tourists, so he did not know where to get the stuff. He was able to smuggle a block of maconha in his underwear (under his balls) on the plane to Recife. But after two days he ran out, and needed a refill. So we had to figure out how to get it. He assured me that I didn’t have to pay for his maconha, since it was his vice. He didn’t want me to spend too much money on anything else trivial. I was already paying for his plane tickets, the apartment, food, and entertainment, he said. He can’t have me spend more money on his follies, which I appreciated, but I assured him that I could help if needed.

We found out though, that it was not easy to get maconha as a tourist in Brazil, if you didn’t know anyone in the city. Usage here is prevalent, but it was still illegal in Brazil. So we had to resort to these unnecessary and time-consuming manuevers:

a.    The easy way – pay a young guy some money to get it for you. Pro: let someone do the dirty work. Con: It can get expensive. 

Tomas said that it is usually the young guys who knew where to buy the stuff. We asked one of the younger employees (who was good looking) of the kiosk we frequented at the beach, if he could help us in getting the maconha. Two hours later, we got the merchandise delivered to us in a Coca Cola can, where the young guy hid the stuff, as he put the Coke can in our beer cooler in an effort to be subtle.  But it cost Tomas 100 reals. 50 reals for the stuff, and 50 reals fee for the young guy. It was super expensive, he said, for a 2 day supply. He never asked that young guy again to help him out with procuring maconha.

b.    The hard way – go directly to the source (favela) and buy it. Pro: it is cheaper to go to the source. Con: it can get dangerous in a favela.

He asked around at the beach from beach-goers who were smoking the stuff, where to go get marijuana for himself. They advised him to go to a favela close to Shopping Recife, the shopping mall close to our apartment. We Ubered it to the mall and went towards the parking lot in the back that lead to the favela. I remembered the warnings I have been given about favelas, to never go into one. But I did, with my security guard Tomas, even if I was nervous. After 20 minutes of looking around and going through alleyways and lots of asking around, eventually we figured out where to get it, and it only cost him 30 reals for the same amount of stuff shown above.

This seemed to be a lot of work to get maconha. But you have to realize that the stuff acted like Viagra to Tomas. He was always horny (and got so hard) after he smoked the stuff. So it was a part of our life together. 

Next up, wrapping up the honeymoon, and finally, a trip to the sauna…

[numazu]

Day 7.5: Free At Last

1.    Goodbye My Lover, Goodbye My Friend

It has been a whirlwind 6-night stay with Tomas. We were both looking forward to this week together because (a) it was our first time together outside of his home state of Santa Catarina, his old state of Sao Paulo, and his adoptive state of Rio de Janeiro. Heading all the way out to the Northeast together was like turning a page, a new chapter, a chance to know for sure if this relationship was worth moving forward together. We were both giving up a few things to be together: me, the freedom of being single and changing the reason why I go to Brazil, and him, this week, giving up precious time away from work and his son to see if this relationship was worth it. 

And we took advantage of the week together by matando duvidas, or killing doubt (direct translation) with each other. I had my doubts about him, about him being bisexual and not having had a serious relationship with a man before, about his Garoto de Programa past, about his intentions with me, about my insecurities with him – the biggest one is the amount of attention he usually gets whenever we go out in public together. I can never get used to people, men or women, staring at him. He is quite attractive, and when we are in a club or even the beach together, he attracts attention. 

He has doubts with me too: about my numerous “boyfriends” scattered around South America, about my life back in California, about my inability to commit, about my fondness for pretty boys. He gets insanely jealous of just the smallest of things: like when he notices I am online on Whatsapp too long he wonders who I am speaking to; he is also afraid to cold call me on a Saturday night, because he is afraid to find out that I am with another guy. His insecurities with me seem to dwarf my insecurities with him. And he has a reason. I like sleeping around. And he doubts that I will stick around to be with him for the long haul, especially if I am in a country, his country, full of beautiful men.

But we talked it out, usually cuddling together in the AirBNB's comfy couch, throughout the week.  And we are still together, and this week in Recife helped us tremendously in figuring out the reasons why we are together. It is hard enough to be in a relationship, any relationship, but being in a long distance one just ups the difficulty. And never mind the fact that we are from different cultures, nationalities, backgrounds, life experiences, and economic statuses. BUT, I am reminded of the quote by President Teddy Roosevelt, himself quite a hottie when he was younger: Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, and difficulty. In the entirety of our relationship, we have been apart more hours than we have been together, but it seems worth it somehow, worth more than the doubt, the insecurities, and the distance between us. 

Tomas once told me that he eventually wants to be rich. I asked him how he intends to earn a lot of money. By getting a good job? By winning the lottery? By marrying a rich American? He shook his head. “That’s just money. Money does not matter at the end of the day,” he says. His definition of rich was a person who, after wrestling with the world at work during the day, had a house and a person he loves, to come home to at the end of the day, to make going through all that nonsense worthwhile. For Tomas, having a roof over one’s head, a delicious meal, and a person who loves you and you love, is what makes one rich. “I hope to strike it rich someday,” he smiles, while saying this, and then kisses my forehead. Maybe I’ve hit the jackpot.

Have I gone soft? Well, not quite yet.

2.    The Heat is On

So after this very intense and emotional week, do I even have anything left for sexy shenanigans? I dropped off Tomas at the airport at 4:30 PM, and I was alone again, for the second time, in Recife. This time though, everything seemed to have changed. Do I even want to check out the sauna now? I’ve already had sex twice today, as Tomas and I had to make our last day together count. My flight to Fortaleza was at 2:30 AM later tonight. Maybe I should just take a nap so I get to Fortaleza refreshed? I hemmed and hawed my way through the evening, not sure of what to do. I did my last AirBNB cleaning, and then fixed myself dinner. It seemed like I was not going to be able to get the motivation to check out the sauna.

At 7:00 PM I decided to read BoyToy’s Recife entries. @pauleiro's trip report was pretty informative, and his summary of the Recife saunas got me motivated:

On 4/15/2019 at 11:19 AM, pauleiro said:

Executive summary on Recife

Since saunas in Rio tend to be weak during week ends, it is worth going to spend an extended week end to Recife with the following program :

Thursday : Progresso Club at around 6 pm until 10 pm. Then dinner and hotel

Friday : Visit of Olinda then Termas Boa Vista at around 6 pm then Pointo G (gay beach) and around for late dinner then hotel

Saturday : Visit of Recife Antigo then Termas Boa Vista at around 8 pm (after dinner) then discoteca followed by night in room in sauna with boy until cafe da manha around 7 am. No need to have hotel for this last night. Departure direct from sauna to Airport.

Alright, maybe I should check out at least Termas Boa Vista.  That seemed to be the sauna to go to, if I had only one shot at this. Looking at their Facebook yielded this announcement.  On a Friday, they had a show that started at 10 PM, and they had a happy hour at 9 PM:

I took a shower, and 10 minutes later I was in an Uber to Santo Amaro, where the sauna was. It was a bit of a trek from Boa Viagem to Santo Amaro (25 minutes), and involved going over 2 bridges, but in a flash, I was there. I was unsure if I was in the correct place, but I checked the address and indeed, I have arrived:

There was a security guard at the door, and after he assessed that I was, truly, there with good intentions, he buzzed me in. The receptionist was pretty jaded with everything. He gave me a key, a towel, slippers, and waved me off. The locker rooms were the next stop, and I found my locker pretty quickly:

 

I never want to be wearing just a towel in saunas. But I was unsure if this sauna allowed patrons to be in street clothes while at the premises, or if everyone was required to be in a towel. Both Rio saunas, and Lagoa in Sao Paulo, as well as the two main saunas in Salvador, and Mezzaninu in Porto Alegre, allowed for patrons to be in street clothes, but Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte did not. I saw a lot of patrons milling around, and they were all in towels, so to be safe, I changed into a towel as well, and kept my undies on underneath. I left my wallet with money and my house keys in the locker. I took my cellphone with me.

As I did all this, a really hot GP was there in the locker room area with me. He was just standing there, wearing boxer briefs, with a huge bulge serving as his best advertisement. He caught me looking, and he smiled, revealing perfect teeth. He had an interesting look: He was a mix for sure (aren’t they all), but ofwhat, I don’t know. He was super tan, but had a tall Italian nose and green eyes, and some freckles on his face. The total effect looked very northeastern. And his body was perfect for me: not too worked out, but abs and powerful thighs that showed athleticism made outside the gym. 

But I remember the number one advice here on BoyToy: don’t fall in love with the first guy you see in the sauna. As I passed him by, I put a hand on his arm to acknowledge that, yes, I found him hot. He quickly guided that hand to his crotch. I got a nice handful of his money maker. I smiled at him, and made my way into the main sauna, leaving him on his perch.

My initial impression of the sauna was great. It looked new, clean, and spacious. Maybe too spacious, as it made the place seem deserted. It reminded me of Mezzaninu in PA. Big and deserted. Lots of shower and toilet facilities. A long corrider that led to an internet café and some lounge facilities. I noticed the crowd. Again, it had the Mazzaninu vibe. Who were the clients and who were the boys? It was hard to tell who was who at first. And no obvious stunners so far. The upper floor had more seating. I saw a bar area. I bought a beer and sat down in one of the tables, and noticed the crowd in front of me. Looks like most of the patrons knew each other, and they seem to be a lively crowd. The place to be on a Friday night.

After my eyes adjusted I was able to discern the boys from the clients. Again, the boys weren’t obvious stunners. Earlier, I asked Tomas about the saunas here, since he used to work in one of them, a long time ago. He said that I would be disappointed. It was not like the Rio saunas. The boys won’t be the same quality. And being here now, it was true, they weren’t for sure. Maybe a tier below Salvador, and just where Porto Alegre was. Some were handsome but the body wasn’t there. Some had abs but the face wasn’t there for me. I tried my best to settle on one, since I have been in Brazil for 7 days already this trip, and have not yet been able to pay for sex (and this is so unlike me). I bought another beer. A fellow client started talking to me. Still no boy for me.

I was going to get another beer when the boy from earlier appeared. He stood across from me, leaning against the far wall, fluffing himself. He was still available. I was surprised he has not been snapped up yet. I wasted no time. I guess there is a thing called lust at first sight. I wave at him to come. He shakes my hand and sits with me. His sauna name was Paulo. From Recife. Played football for a league in the city. After a few more pleasantries I look at the time. It was 8:30 PM. 6 hours before my flight. Still plenty of time but it is probably wise to not waste any more time. How much? 100 reals. “Let’s get a suite,” I tell him. Always a suite.

We both head down to reception, and the jaded receptionist screams at both of us “just one hour!” Fine fine. I’ll be done in 30 minutes. Paulo takes my hand and guides me to the suite which was on the upper floor. I see a sea of clients gauge me and my boy as we pass by. That’s right bitches, I’m doing a programa. We get to the suite and it was clean and pleasant:

There was no bathroom per se, just a double shower head stall with glass doors, and no toilet and sink, in the room. “I need to pee and there is no toilet,” I tell Paulo. “You can just pee in the shower,” he says, laughingly. After I drain tonight’s beer and wash it down by turning on the shower, I join Paulo on the thankfully soft bed. He was already naked, and hard, and ready. We make out and caress each other’s bodies. He reached for my dick, which was by then hard, but I told him not yet. I wanted to take it slow. We talked for a bit, with kissing intermissions. He was a nice guy. His northeastern accent was pretty clear and not too hard to understand. 

After a while the main event was too hard to ignore. He was pretty successful in turning me on. I could just lay there with him all night, talking, with hard ons, and be happy with the programa. The suite had large mirrors on the wall, so I could see the full length of his body. He had a tan line where his tiny speedo would be. So hot. His legs were tree trunks, a sure sign of a footballer’s build. The rest of him was just perfect. And of course, his cock. So stereotypically Brazilian: fat and long. And his ass, plump and tasted great. There was no denying what would come next. He took his time with that too. 

We both came. I looked at the time. Holy shit it was 9:35. We exceeded that bitchy queen’s hour by 5 minutes. After kissing one last time, we shower and get presentable. As we headed back down, he goes to reception to return the room key, and I go to the locker to fish out 150 reals. The extra 50 reals was well-deserved. He hugs me for thanks. He asked me what I was doing next. I told him I was just gonna hang out to see if there were more boys I could do a programa with. He invited me back upstairs to hangout. He said it was happy hour from 9PM to 10PM, so there were free beers. There was also the show with drag queens.

He gets me my free beer and we watch the show for a bit. Not my thing. No strippers even. Boo. We leave the stage area to sit down. Another round of free beers. “Where are you staying?” he asks. “At an apartment in Boa Viagem.” “I live in Boa Viagem too. Sometimes we play football at the beach.” I have seen nighttime football at the beach on my nighttime walks with Tomas. “What are you doing tomorrow?” Paulo asks. I lied: “Nothing planned so far.” I didn’t tell him that my flight to Fortaleza was 4 and a half hours away. “You should go by the house tomorrow. My mom is cooking lunch because my brother is visiting. We can have lunch there, as friends of course. And then we can hang out after and go to your place if you want.”

That sounded really good. But alas I couldn’t come of course, but I told him “maybe!”. I asked for his Whatsapp just in case (lol). I asked about his plans tomorrow. He said he just had a football match later that day at 6 PM, and after that he was just going to the sauna. But he said we can hang out before the match. I asked how much he was going to charge me. He said we were just hanging out and he didn’t need to charge. He only charges in the sauna. Besides, he said, “friends are more important than money.” OK, it may be just a line he uses with every client, because of course money is very important, but it doesn’t matter I guess, because I was not staying long enough to find out if it was just a line or not.  He asked for my Facebook too. I gave it to him and pretty soon I got a friend request. I never accepted it.

I stayed for another hour, with Paulo by my side. I tried to find a second boy for a programa, but no one was clicking with me. More twinks than bulls. Paulo was a good combination of both. He was also very attentive. Telling me about the sauna, about the boys, about his life. It was almost 10:30 PM. We sat by the TV, on the couch. We started making out. Pretty soon he was hard again. I, of course, was as well. He led me to a corridor that was at by the other end of the long couch. It was where the free cabinas were. We went into one. We continued making out. “Wait, am I paying you again?” I ask. “I don't care. Let’s just do this.” He says, whipping out his cock. I push him on the bed. I put his legs on my shoulder. I put it in. He jacks off his huge dick. After some thrusts, he pulls out my dick, sits up, pulls my head towards his groin and shoves his cock in my mouth and cums. He was really wanting to cum again. “No clean up this way,” he says as he drains himself in my mouth. I was not complaining.

That was unexpected. But good. He cleans up and meets up with me at the lockers as I put on my clothes. It was time to go. I give him 60 reals for the extra session. He kisses me and bids me farewell. He was going to meet up with friends who were nearby. “See you tomorrow, OK?” he says. I give him a thumbs up. I was not going to be able to see him. A pity.

I head back to the bitchy receptionist to settle my bill.  Apparently the cashiers were on the other side of reception, so I go back in and head out the other way. I am so bad with remembering things, but thank goodness for credit card statements:

The entrance fee, the suite for one hour, and two beers all cost $22.52. Not bad for what was 3 hour stay. Plus the additional two cans of happy hour beer. Not a bad sauna going experience for sure. 

Recife is not done with me yet, next…

[Cany10011]

Numazu1... thank you for sharing the delights of Brazil. Love your writing style. Very engaging, entertaining and insightful. I've met up recently with 2 very handsome brazilian escorts in new york and they are hypersexual... i've never experienced anything quite like it. Extremely affectionate and into everything. I think a trip to the motherland is in order...:) !!

[numazu]

On 7/11/2019 at 2:24 PM, pauleo said:

Great to read again on your adventures in Brazil. It is already your 13th trip to Brazil ? I remember your first trip back in 2018 and reading comments on your 6th trip on February this year ! You are coming more and more regularly ... Enjoy (and report) ! 

Yeah I went from 6 to 13 pretty quickly. Part of me feels that I am there so much, I should probably just live there. But all I did really was I cut down on the Colombia (and other trips) and just go to Brazil whenever I can. In fact I am preparing for another trip pretty soon. I can't report on all of my trips, but I write when I can.  Thanks!

And thanks also to the peeps who sent me private messages. No, you won't interrupt the flow of the report if you replied on here instead. Feedback is always welcome, good or bad lol.

On 7/14/2019 at 1:36 PM, SolaceSoul said:

These are usually inside of most major subway stations in Brazil, right outside the entrance booths. 

This is a great tip!  Almost every Rio and SP subway station has a Banco 24 Horas. For unfamiliar cities, however, like Recife was for me, getting money right away at the airport sure saved me a lot of time looking for a Banco 24 Horas in the city. In Recife, there was also one close to Praca do Boa Viagem, and of course in Shopping Recife.

On 7/17/2019 at 4:54 AM, TotallyOz said:

I feel like I am inside of your story when I read your writing. Thank you for such amazing non-fiction that reals like a love story mixed with great sex and wonderful feelings.  Loving the trip!

Thanks @TotallyOz! And thank YOU for giving us a venue to talk about our trips! And maybe someday, you will actually be inside my stories! Hope to see you soon...

9 hours ago, Cany10011 said:

Numazu1... thank you for sharing the delights of Brazil. Love your writing style. Very engaging, entertaining and insightful. I've met up recently with 2 very handsome brazilian escorts in new york and they are hypersexual... i've never experienced anything quite like it. Extremely affectionate and into everything. I think a trip to the motherland is in order...:) !!

Awesome! THat's what I love about Brazilians (and Colombians). They are usually hyper sexual and super sexy as well. Please do consider making your first trip to Brazil. And don't forget to share your experiences here!

Right now I am preparing for ANOTHER trip. I'm hoping to wrap up this report soon, and maybe start a new one on the trip coming up... maybe lol

[natmas02]

Are you still seeing your first GP - Gabriel?