The Reopening of Brazil to Foreigners: some observations

[numazu]

I Can’t Catch a Break

I’ve been wondering about these types of questions a lot recently: Why do I keep going to Brazil? Why did I brave traveling thousands of miles away, to a different continent, during a deadly pandemic? Why did I bother learn a language that I have no use for at home, and may not have use for outside this godforsaken country?

Well I think I just got as close to an answer as I will ever be, right now.

Back in Recife, in Termas Boa Vista, on a busy Saturday night, I was sitting in the bar, minding my own business, until this guy, THE guy, tapped my shoulder to say hi. I turned around. He came into view. Well, well, well. Maybe Recife isn’t so bad in the hot guy department after all. He was tall, well built, with giant biceps, a big chest and sculpted abs. And it wasn’t just musculature, it was defined musculature, which seems like splitting hairs, but it really isn’t, not if you were making the distinction from some run-of-the-mill Carioca bombado with lots of help from steroids, and this guy. Nope, this was active musculature. The kind that can only be attained through hard work at the gym and through sports, a mind for aesthetics, and of course, winning the genetic lottery.

As I gathered my jaw off the floor, he sat down on the empty seat in front of me. I began studying his face – handsome, but very distinctive, not cookie cutter in any way at all, and while I was doing that, I saw that he was trying to figure me out too. After a few seconds of silence, I spoke up, introduced myself, and then asked him some generic getting-to-know-you questions. I could tell he was an expert GP – he knew all the cute ways to answer those questions that have been asked of him probably hundreds of times before, by hundreds of strangers, but I dug deeper, asked him more and more questions, about stuff that he probably haven’t heard anyone ask him before.

He was taken aback at first, unsure of what answers to give. His response at first was to ask me his own set of deep-divey questions. I tried to answer them as straightforward as I could, and some of the questions were a bit personal, but I tried to answer with as much light-heartedness as I could. Which seemed to work. He was laughing and getting what I was trying to convey. He finally answers my own probing questions, and I got to the point where I was lost in the conversation itself, and not the guy - with the imposing physical presence - in front of me.

We got to the topic of Recife itself. He asked me what I thought of it, and what I thought of this sauna as well. I was candid, telling him about the last time I was here, including details about the BF (I called him ex-BF of course, to convey a sense of availableness). He was interested in this particular detail of course, peppering me afterwards with questions about the relationship, the dynamic of the pairing, and why it “ended.” I tried to be as forthcoming as I could, under the circumstances. I was rewarded with his a tale of his own series of failed relationships, all with women, as well as hearing his philosophy on relationships in general.

There was interest in both sides, for certain, but I was wondering why he was not making overtures to get me to a programa. He was after all, a GP, and making a sale is why he is here. The faster he got me to cum, the earlier he will be back in his own bed. As if on cue, he got us back to the topic of the sauna. “Is this your first time here?” he asked. “No, my second time, but that last time was just a brief visit.” “Cool, let me show you the place.” He took my hand, and after thinking about it, let go of it and just nudged me towards a certain direction. He gave me a tour of the place. I appreciated the effort, and even though I have seen everything at this point, I still wanted to hear what his take was on this sauna.

We go back to the bar area and saw that all the seats were taken. “Where do you want to go?” he asked. I finally break the client-boy barrier and said – “Why don’t we get a room?” His huge smile breaks out. “Sure! I’ll get us the best one. I’ll be right back.” He bolts to the stairs. He comes back with a key. He leads me to the end of the hallway where the room was.   Presidential Suite 8:

The room was sparkly clean, as I remembered it. The bed was made and clean, the towels and condoms were neatly placed, and even the remotes were easy to find and cleansed as well.

We both sit on the bed. “It’s better to talk to here, away from those nosy people. They were probably wondering what was so interesting that we have talked that long.” he said, laughing. I concurred with him. It’s kind of a crapshoot to have any decent conversations in a boy sauna. Though I admit, you don’t go to a boy sauna to talk in the first place. But talk we did, continuing what we had in the bar, in this room, and continued our explorations through our lives and experiences. I was hooked on listening to his stories. Such insight was hard to find from someone you just met an hour ago. And he seemed to be interested in my life too, asking me follow up questions that made the conversation sail.

Up close and in bed with me, I began to notice details about his physicality that was not obvious to me sitting in a bar with him. His skin was super smooth and bronzed, he definitely took care of himself. I began noticing scars in certain parts of his body – not grotesque – but interesting and actually complements his whole style, and it gave his imposing physicality an added authenticity. He earned those scars for sure. His big bright eyes always lit up whenever he heard something interesting. I briefly wondered what his cock would look like. And then we heard a knock on the door.

“Oh shit, it’s closing time.” he exclaimed. I looked at the time. Oh man, it was 10 minutes to 10 PM. I was shocked. “How long have we been talking?” I asked him. “2, 3 hours, maybe more?” he said. “ What do you want to do?” he asks me.

Reality set in finally: Before coming to the sauna, I booked a post-sauna overnight with a couple I messaged on garotocomlocal.com. We planned on meeting at 10 PM, since i thought I'd be done with the sauna by then, and then after the overnight, have a beach day tomorrow with them. I figured that I would get my freak on here at the sauna, and then retire to bed with a couple of hot guys for dessert. Regrettably though, if I didn’t book those GPs in advance, I would have invited THIS guy instead, to my hotel. He seems way more interesting than a couple of GPs from a website, and I haven’t even seen him all nude yet.

I relunctantly said that I had to go, as I invented some excuse that I was meeting up with some friends later back in my apartment. He seemed fine with it, but then asked “What are you doing tomorrow?” Damn it. I told him the truth, since I had that beach day with the couple, I told him that I was going to the beach with the same friends. “OK, I hope to see you here tomorrow night at the sauna then.” I told him yes, I will be here. Maybe we can spend more time together.

As we prepare to leave the room, he stands in front me, towering. He leans over to kiss me, lightly at first, and then deeply. After some adjusting, a lightbulb just went on for both of us quite suddenly... we suddenly realized that this was amazing, so we kissed for a while. And then we kissed and we kissed and we kissed. Wow, we actually discovered another thing, other than talking, that we wanted to do with each other. We did it until we get another angry knock outside. “We need to go,” he said. “I don’t want to go,” I answered back. We finally open the door to leave, while still locked together in an embrace. As we came up for air, I noticed that, indeed, the place has closed. We were the last people here, and they had started cleaning up:

We go down to the lockers, and as he put on clothes (boo, he should never put on clothes), I took my wallet and things from my locker. I check my cellphone. Damn, that GP couple was looking for me, as I saw some messages, and missed calls, from them on my phone.  I fished out 150 reais out of my wallet to give THE guy as a tip. For his time. I go back to him and he scoops me up and starts kissing me again. We go to reception so I can pay my bill. Cheap, compared to RJ and SP:

As I was paying, he asks me where I was staying. I told him I was staying in Boa Viagem. He said that he was staying in Boa Viagem too, and we could go home in the same taxi together. I said sure, so I whipped out my phone for Uber. He pushed my phone away and says no need for that, we can get the taxi waiting in front. "I'm paying," he said. He says he knew the guy and was always his ride home after the sauna and he gets a discount for being a loyal customer.

A red flag perhaps? But no, I trusted him, for some reason. I gave the driver directions, and the driver acknowledged that we, indeed, lived close to each other. As we made the journey from Boa Vista to Boa Viagem, we continued to kiss. I looked at the driver at times. He was unfazed. He has probably seen everything before, with hundreds of clients, and this boy. As we get closer to my apartment, the boy asks me again if I was going to see him tomorrow. I promised him that I would. We exchanged Whatsapp. We kiss again.

We compose ourselves as the taxi stops in front of my apartment building. I give him the 150 reais. He declines the money. “We didn’t do anything!” he says. I insisted, he resisted. “I took all your time away from you,” I said. He then counters with “I already had 3 clients before you showed up today, so I was already good for the day.” I laugh. Fine, I said. I give him a peck on the cheek, and then, as I get out of the car, turned around and threw the 50 reais bill in the passenger seat. “For the taxi!” I said. He laughed. “Tabom” he says. I slam the car door shut. They drive away into the night.

Relunctantly again, I then message the GP couple who were waiting for me to reply. I could not cancel on them. It was the right thing to do. They might have cancelled on some other clients to be with me. Besides, it is two hot guys to have fun with till tomorrow afternoon. It might be good for me. And it was, sort of. The sex was good (did it three times, everyone was crazy versatile). We had three meals together (with good conversation). We went to the beach (the sun was amazing). But all that time, I was thinking about that guy. THAT guy. I was distracted through the whole thing.  Even with two dicks waved in my face. Can you blame me?

And at 2 AM, after the first sex with the GP couple, and after getting pizza to be delivered, I get a message from THAT guy. He sent me a picture of two hamburgers and a receipt of his iFood delivery:

He then follows up with “This is what I did with the 50 reais you gave me tonight. The second hamburger is yours because you paid for it. Do you want to come here and eat it with me?” I wanted to say yes, but knew I couldn’t because I had company. But it was a sweet reminder for me that you never really know what the universe will send your way. All you can do is to be open to the possibilities.

Let’s see what the possibilities are, next.

Edited September 23, 2020 by numazu

[docbr]

Oh another amazing tale, thank you... couldn’t agree more, you never know what the universe or the sauna gods will throw your way kkkkk

Having lived some years in Recife myself, I only went to the saunas there only a handful of times (compared to maybe hundreds of time at 117 / Lagoa)... but was in a sauna in Boa Viagem (thermas blue) that I saw the most handsome / hot boy I ever saw in Brazil... to bad we only shared a couple of words and he was already taken (and I never saw him again). 

[Latbear4blk]

I got an email from American this morning letting me know that my November flight was canceled. I called to discuss the issue, I was informed that AA has cancelled all flights to Brazil until December 17th.

I just checked United, they are still flying. My Airbnb can be fully refuted until November. I like booking my trips earlier, I am afraid this time I will wait until the last days of October to reassess how to get there.

[Badboy81]

I booked Rio for December on American from MIA....

[floridarob]

56 minutes ago, Latbear4blk said:

I got an email from American this morning letting me know that my November flight was canceled. I called to discuss the issue, I was informed that AA has cancelled all flights to Brazil until December 17th.

I just checked United, they are still flying. My Airbnb can be fully refuted until November. I like booking my trips earlier, I am afraid this time I will wait until the last days of October to reassess how to get there.

From where?

I just looked and they still show flying to GRU...?

Unless they are going to do like united, sell and then cxl....??

[Latbear4blk]

8 minutes ago, floridarob said:

From where?

I just looked and they still show flying to GRU...?

Unless they are going to do like united, sell and then cxl....??

I think you are getting it backwards. American cancelled my flight from Miami to GRU, and all flights to Brazil until December 17th. 

United is still flying.

[yellowheart]

Hey Latbear4blk.... American GRU flights from Miami are still on.. at least that's what I had... they canceled GIG flights.. they have pushed it back to Dec 18...I had a multi trip destination.. MIA to GRU and GIG back to MIA.. only the MIA to GRU flight was left.. I called and she explained what happened.. canceled the whole trip altogether.. LATAM flies into SDU but connects thru GRU..

[Latbear4blk]

9 hours ago, yellowheart said:

Hey Latbear4blk.... American GRU flights from Miami are still on.. at least that's what I had... they canceled GIG flights.. they have pushed it back to Dec 18...I had a multi trip destination.. MIA to GRU and GIG back to MIA.. only the MIA to GRU flight was left.. I called and she explained what happened.. canceled the whole trip altogether.. LATAM flies into SDU but connects thru GRU..

That is not what the agent explained to me. I am keeping my credit with them. In the last week of October will see if I can use that credit or buy a new ticket from other company. 

Those who know me know how anxious I am about traveling. I love traveling and as I can do it only in a few windows each year, I make plan a long time earlier.

Not in pandemic times. My usual mindset would drive me crazy. The trip is still on, I will see later how to get to Rio.

To cool me down, I am planning my Winter vacation.

Edited September 26, 2020 by Latbear4blk

[floridarob]

13 hours ago, Latbear4blk said:

I think you are getting it backwards. American cancelled my flight from Miami to GRU, and all flights to Brazil until December 17th. 

United is still flying.

I was talking about AA...they are still flying to GRU

[Latbear4blk]

57 minutes ago, floridarob said:

I was talking about AA...they are still flying to GRU

Numazu just contacted me. I am confused. The AA agent in the phone told me they were canceling all flights to Brazil since next week up to December 17th, when I tried to reschedule my canceled flight.

I will no try to figure it out, but wait until the last week of October and book a new flight with whatever the airline is.

[numazu]

The B Word: Recife Edition – Por Amor

So when one door closes, another opens. And it looks like its open wide.

I was in Recife once before, last year, and chronicled in this thread.  I’ve always thought the city was nice enough, with nice beaches, a decent sauna scene, and lots of choices for paid and free online encounters, but I’ve always thought of it as at the lower tier of the pack, behind the choices in Rio, Salvador, and even in Sao Paulo (and its beaches in the south coast). But I must say in this trip, so far, Recife has been a revelation. And it might be because of THIS guy.

So I went through the motions with the two GPs I hired to spend a day with me, distracted by the events the night before. After paying them 500 each (for a midnight to 5 PM stay with me, featuring three sex events, a visit to the gym, and quick trip to the beach), and bidding them farewell, all the while thinking about the guy I met yesterday. When I got on the plane from Rio to Recife, I was intent on firing on all cylinders: being aggressive on hiring on garotocomlocal.com, the saunas in the area, as well as trying to get stuff off of Grindr. And yet here I was, hurriedly clearing my calendar for this ONE guy.

So I decide to head over to Termas Boa Vista in a bit, after my usual coffee at a shopping mall. I stop by Shopping Riomar, which was on the way to Boa Vista, the bairro that the sauna was in. While enjoying my coffee, and people watching, I get a Whatsapp text from lover boy: “Hey, where are you?” “I am at the shopping having coffee.” “Are you still coming.” “Of course. I can’t wait to see you.” “Good, I’ll see you here baby.” He used the English word baby. A cute term of endearment that he likes, and from this moment on we call each other, apparently.

I check the time, it was 7:00 PM. I didn’t realize it was this late. The sauna at this point still closed early at 10 PM, so I’d better hoof it if I was ever going to have any fun there. 15 minutes later, via an efficient Uber, I was at the sauna. I get my locker key and towel and flip flops. From reception, I open the glass door to the lockers and I immediately bump into THAT guy. Let’s call him Paulo. He was in a towel, glistening from a recent shower, making his muscles all the more cut and noticeable. He certainly knew how to sell it. He had an intent look on his face, looking on his phone, texting. I peer over his shoulder and he turns to me. His serious face turns into a big smile. “I was just texting you!” he says, flashing his phone at me. Indeed, I see my Whatsapp convo on his phone, with a half-finished “Are you...”. He gives me a hug. A light kiss. I feel his penis press on my tummy under his towel. This was good.

“Where’s your locker?” he asks. I give my key to him. He leads me to my locker. He sees me shove all my stuff in and lock my locker. “Aren’t you changing into your towel?” “I usually stay clothed. Why?” “Oh no. You have to be in a towel. We are going to the sauna to have fun!” I make a face. I am not used to cavort around in a towel. But to fit in, and to see where this night goes, I give in. “Com cueca ou sem cueca?” I asked him if its better with or with underwear. “Without, of course!” and then takes his towel off to flash me his swinging dick. Alright, I am sold, no underwear is definitely better.

We hang out at the bar first to get some drinks (he shares my love of Caiprinhas). And then what followed was just nice conversation while drinking. I asked him how work was tonight. He said it was a good night, even better for a Saturday night, his busiest night. I asked him how many clients he got. He said he got 4 already, and said that he arrived early so he can get work out of the way, because he knew I was coming, and wanted to be free for us to enjoy the night. I told him if there was a high paying client that wanted him while with me, he can go to him. He told me no, of course not. He is done with work tonight, and just wanted to hang out with me.

We are heading into grey area territory here. I haven’t actually asked him how much I needed to pay him for his time with me, or at all. Though at this point I didn’t want to spoil the night with such talk. I’m just going with it to see what happens.

Another caipirinha later, we were looser and laughing more, and more touchy-feely with each other. He says that it is time for us to go to the dry sauna to “get the alcohol out of our pores.” We get there and it was super dark, and he had to help me navigate to a free spot where we could sit. There were some guys just sitting there, maybe also “getting the alcohol out of their pores.” And some were feeling up other guys under their towels. Paulo and I do some small talk, and all of a sudden, he gives me a wet kiss and we were off to the races. He guides my hand under his towel, to find his large erection begging for attention. It was the first time I have discovered his full “strength” and it was astonishingly girthy and long. Though I could not see in the sauna too well, my hand definitely knew how big it was for sure.

As I stroke him some more, he whispers “Try not to reveal my dick out of my towel. I don’t want the clients to see it for free.” I laugh at the thought of it. I guess he was not like those boys in Rio who give clients a free viewing of their jewels. Which was understandable. I’d gladly pay him to see it. He scoops me up so I was sitting on his lap, as we continue to kiss. He somehow navigates his erect penis close to my ass. It was wild to play like this in public, albeit in a dimly-lit sauna. I never ever would do this. But here I was, totally enjoying the moment.  I looked around, and saw almost everyone was looking, some stroking their dicks, at the sight. He picks me up and sets me down. “Let’s get out of here,” he says. We shower the sweat off at the public shower. Another thing I don’t do, but his confidence mde me forget about modesty, or anything else, in the sauna.

We get back to the bar to order another drink. “I’ve never done that before.” What have you never done before? “I’ve never tried anything like that in the sauna. But it was nice. I also never kiss anyone publicly here. Let alone clients.” “You could have fooled me. You like kissing!” “The clients probably hate me now. I don’t like kissing clients, and yet here I am doing it a lot!” We both laugh. I found it hard to believe that he didn’t kiss clients. Maybe it was just a line to endear him to me further. I press him about it. “I mean, when the client tries to kiss me, I barely kiss back, or I navigate them to my neck, or I kiss them like this.” And he tries his client kiss on me. He purses his lips, and tries to kiss me with them. “This is not good!” I tell him, laughing. He makes it up with a throat exposing kiss. That was more like it.

OK, maybe he was drunk. He does love kissing in public though, whatever he just said. We go to the video rooms where one room was showing gay porn, and another, straight. He leads me to the straight room and we find seating in the very back. He then exposes his hard dick to me and I see it for the first time. Wowzah, that was a beautiful cock. Worth the price of admission, however much it was. He kisses me, navigates my hand to his cock, and barely looked at the video in front of us. Some guys came in the once empty room to see what was going on. When one gets too close to us, he hides his cock. He was protecting his goods, and I understand. When we are left alone, we do have fun again. It was an interesting dance.

Time flew by too fast, and pretty soon we were the only ones left in the sauna, with our cycle of drinking, kissing, and hanky-panky. But we haven’t had full on sex yet. Which hardly mattered to me at this point. We finally get kicked out, and as we put back our clothes (boo), he asks me what were my plans tonight. I told him I just wanted to spend time with him, so he asks if we could spend time in my apartment. Taking the same taxi guy we got last night, we were at my apartment in a jiffy.

The taxi guy had his fare meter on, and I clearly knew how much the trip was going to be. I had no such meter on with Paulo, which had me worried a little bit how much this is going to cost me.

“Are you hungry,” I ask him. 35 minutes later we have our pizza orders arrive. Over the meal, we talk about his life as a GP. He has been doing it for 2 years. He has only sold his wares in the Northeast, having been to the saunas here in Recife, Fortaleza, and Salvador. He tells me that 100 reais is his minimum, and said most clients give him more. I told him that with his handsomely-unique face, his totally stacked body, and giant dick, he can earn considerably more in Sao Paulo or Rio. He said he was never been to those cities, to visit or to work. I asked if he wanted to try. He said of course. I proposed to him a plan: we can try to go to Rio and Sao Paulo this week, and he can try to work there.

As we retire to the bed, he seemed to like the idea, but worried that since I was with him, that he didn’t want to work too much. He said he’d rather spend time with me. “But you have to earn money. You probably need it, that’s why you are a GP right?” I tell him, trying to open up the subject of cost again, to see if he will finally tell me how much all this is going to cost. “I have been here in Recife visiting for 2 weeks now. It has been a good 2 weeks. I am new meat. I am fine with money. I can pay for my bills this month. Don’t worry please,” in a rare display of seriousness. Fine, he is still not going to tell me the cost. So I look at my calendar. We can try to do 3 days in Rio first, and then 3 days in SP. He seems excited about the prospect.

So maybe this was the payment. Me taking him to SP and RJ, as well as the food etc. I was not too worried. The air tickets were still in pandemic-pricing, and it might be fun to see this dynamic play out. As I was researching the fares on my phone, I see him doze off. It was almost 2 AM. He has just worked today, with 4 clients, and then had to deal with me. He must be so tired. We still didn’t have sex, the GP and the client, and this was our second night together, which is weird right?  But this didn’t matter to me at this point. I brush my teeth, turn the lights out, and get into bed with him. He moves to my side and spoons me. I was out like a light…

… and hours later get woken up by him playing with my ass and nipples. He sees me open my eyes. “Good morning baby,” he says. He then pokes me with his dick, from behind. He was super hard. “I hope you want this.” I got really woken up by the sight. Holy moses was he hot. He had my condoms and lube from the bathroom now by the side table. He definitely wanted it. So after some foreplay, he had his way with me. I never really got used to the size, the sight of him sweaty and kissing me. It was huge but I soldiered on. I wanted him to have fun. It was painful, but I tried to not show it. It was hot tho, and after some exertions he pulled out and took out the condom. “I want to cum,” he said. “I usually don’t cum on days I work. I am not working today right?” I tell him he can cum. “Cum with me. It only counts if we do it together.” So I try my best. My ass still was in pain. He kisses me to help. I got there eventually. He cums on my face. He kisses me and then gets me a towel to clean up.

Since we were getting on a plane tomorrow, Paulo noted that he needed to get “real” tennis shoes for the flights, since he only took flip flops with him to his Recife trip. I offered to buy him the shoes at the mall, but he said that was an unnecessary expense, and he would rather get his shoes online (on Facebook!) via this site, which was much cheaper:

Indeed, the shoes were 60-80 reais ($12-$17) but were obviously fakes, but he wanted to get them, and even got me a pair of the fake Nikes. I appreciated the gift, and wore the pair the whole time we were together, but in reality I was not keen on wearing these. Things one does for love.

And we had to meet the seller at the main train station in Recife, which in itself was a sketchy thing to do, but it was all safe-ish and uneventful, and after waiting for 15 minutes at the station:

we got the two pairs of shoes:

Even if Paulo wanted to take a break from working today, he still wanted to go the sauna tonight, for two things, according to him: (1) it was “por amor” night on Sundays, i.e., there were a lot of gay guys who go on Sundays to have sex with other gay guys for free, among the usual client-boy dynamic, and wanted to, for once, be there on a Sunday without having to work, and (2) he wanted to make the working boys hate him, showing that he can go to the sauna for pleasure, with his baby (his words), and not have to work. That sounded surprisingly vindicitve but whatever floated his boat. He didnt live in Recife anyway I guess.

I mean, I was OK with that. He can show me off all he wants. But it begged the question: was he gay? I asked him, and he laughed, almost embarrassed, while we were having drinks in Pina Beach waiting for the sunset:

He swore he was as straight as anyone else, and even lent me his phone, with the photo gallery open. I scrolled through. All I saw were picture after picture of naked women, in various states of undress, and close ups of their anatomy. He showed me his Tinder messages, all to women. “I never get hard thinking of a man, and I’ve only dated women.” I followed up, saying that he was always hard in the time we were together. “You’re different. You’re my buddy.” He said. I didn’t know what that meant, but I let the subject go for now, and we have time to dive into this as the week together unfolded (and we would).

Later at the sauna was a revalation. Goodbye COVID. The sauna was packed, with dance music blaring everywhere, and gay guys of all sizes, from the hotties to the twinks to the regular guys, everyone seemed to be there, having a good time. “All nightclubs are still closed in Recife,” Paulo explained, “so this is the next best thing, for now.” Indeed, there were lines to get drinks, and a lot of cruising was going on:

And we did our part for the “por amor” part. From the bar, the sauna, to even the stage area, we made a good impression of a couple in love, kissing, being close, as just having a good time:

This hybrid boy sauna/gay cruising sauna was new to me, and I must admit, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in any sauna confines in Brazil. A big part of this for sure was the sauna itself, Termas Boa Vista, and the city of Recife, for having a venue that was as fun and as free as I’ve ever seen anywhere, COVID or not. But of course, the real reason I was having fun was because I was with THIS guy. I never even missed the fact that I was missing out on the great slate of guys available to be paid, or the free action that was to be had everywhere else. Paulo was enough, sometimes even too much, at times.

We had some skirmishes with other guys who hated the amount of PDA we’ve been having. Neither of us cared. I wonder how this would change Paulo reputation in the sauna. Will this hurt him, or help him get more customers when he is ready to sell himself again? I got my answer to that 3 weeks from today.

So next, my BF the GP, and I, heading to Rio.

[Anthonyvan]

Al final, another update!

Do you think Nov is a good time to visit Brazil? You have so much insight. It would be nice to catch up in person if our paths cross in Brazil.

By the way, on a nosy front, how did some of the guys who prominently featured in previous posts gradually fade away? Was there any drama? Even if they were GPs, I still think there must be some genuine attraction or chemistry among you guys. Or they had already accepted it as part of the deal?

[numazu]

1 hour ago, Anthonyvan said:

Al final, another update!

Do you think Nov is a good time to visit Brazil? You have so much insight. It would be nice to catch up in person if our paths cross in Brazil.

By the way, on a nosy front, how did some of the guys who prominently featured in previous posts gradually fade away? Was there any drama? Even if they were GPs, I still think there must be some genuine attraction or chemistry among you guys. Or they had already accepted it as part of the deal?

It is hard to stop and write these while in Brazil, but I do get some benefit to post these as a sort of perpective check on my present situation. At some point I will disappear again to actualy live life and then another update wll appear.

November is an excellent time to visit Brazil. Might be different with COVID of course, but November is before the summer crush in December/January, but it can get hot and humid and some rain as well. Let me know if you have plans to come, maybe our paths will cross.

And on the nosy front: the chemistry is definitely there, the attraction (on their end) may or may not be, who knows, only they can tell you that. I am definitely attracted to them for sure (physically and otherwise). Regardless, there are eventual expiration dates on the entanglements I get into, every single one of them, no matter how promising, or how amazing it seemed to become in the beginning. Some I have maintained frinedships with, others yes, there has been drama, since we are talking about Brazilians after all. All I can say is respect is the name of the game, and whatever becomes of the relationship, I have tried to treat the guys as friends, and not objects. It is surprising that this very fact escapes some clients, even if you are paying for it in the end. 

On 9/26/2020 at 7:43 AM, Latbear4blk said:

Numazu just contacted me. I am confused. The AA agent in the phone told me they were canceling all flights to Brazil since next week up to December 17th, when I tried to reschedule my canceled flight.

This is just to GIG, not to GRU. I wish you would stop being anxious about this!

On 9/23/2020 at 10:51 AM, docbr said:

Oh another amazing tale, thank you... couldn’t agree more, you never know what the universe or the sauna gods will throw your way kkkkk

Having lived some years in Recife myself, I only went to the saunas there only a handful of times (compared to maybe hundreds of time at 117 / Lagoa)... but was in a sauna in Boa Viagem (thermas blue) that I saw the most handsome / hot boy I ever saw in Brazil... to bad we only shared a couple of words and he was already taken (and I never saw him again). 

Who knows @docbr, it might be that same guy you have seen that I am talking about now. It is better to jump on opportunities when they present themsleves, than have a lifetime of regret that you didn't take the plunge.

And the tales are amazing because they can only happen in Brazil.

On 9/22/2020 at 5:01 PM, Bucknaway1614502762 said:

He holds a black belt in cliffhangers...  I love his enteraction with the guys and his easygoing attitude when making the deal.  Knowing the language make him that much more dangerous to the unsuspecting carioca.  But his charms don't end after the orgasm.  He is able to connect on a personal level, almost blurring the line of a programs and that if a random hook-up.  While managing the demands of a relationship built on the foundation of wild sex, emotional thrills and comforting experiences of life with his love in a foreign land.

Just when I jealously thought he could have his cake and eat it too....  I find myself standing beside you at the cliffhanger left by you know who...

On 9/22/2020 at 12:44 PM, docbr said:

OMG, of all posters in this forum, Numazu you are the worst! First I have to read all  your great reports and keep telling me out loud that I can’t just throw everything alway and jump to Rio in the next plane ... now when I get back here wondering about the Recife update you leave that cliffhanger! Oh have mercy on us kkkkk or don’t ! Just keep the reports coming! 

Holy shit guys thanks for the compliments. Makes me want to write more, and i will!

On 9/22/2020 at 8:32 AM, floridarob said:

Because you keep searching for the pot of gold when you already know where it is, typical in the gay world.

You're not BF minded,  a blind man could see that, lol

Then why do i get into these BF situations every single time? Even if I try hard to be a whore, I get into these entanglements. Gladly, too.

Edited October 11, 2020 by numazu

[Connery43]

Hello Numazu1....

“I usually stay clothed”

Is this something you do every time you visit the saunas.....or just in the time of COVID.

Thanks. 

[Latbear4blk]

35 minutes ago, numazu1 said:

I wish you would stop being anxious about this!

Anxious? Who is anxious? What are you talking about?

[floridarob]

2 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Even if I try hard to be a whore

I hate to be stereotypical, but Asians  excel at the things they put their mind to    

[Anthonyvan]

I wish I could go this Nov, but work is picking up, so I can't really afford to go. Besides, the whole 2nd wave is getting serious. Maybe April if things can turn around and vaccine proves effective!

I like the idea of a travel companion that you can explore the city and also break the bed with. lol. Numazu1 can certainly lecture me in that regard. 

[numazu]

The B Word: Rio de Janeiro Edition – Life in the Fast Lane

When one gets close to a person who sells his body for a living, especially one that when you get to know them more, you find wonderful and charming, you wonder why they have chosen to be in this godforsaken profession in the first place. On the flipside, the longer you spend time with them, the more you notice the seams in their once-polished veneer. A Garoto de Programa’s life isn’t all it is cracked up to be, I have come to realize. He is largely polite, and keeps all the associated angst on the downlow, but he’d slip up once in a while, telling me how tedious certain customers are sometimes, even pointing them out in the sauna and telling me the perversions he is asked to perform. The majority of the clients hire him for his look (masculine, muscles, big cock), and largely expects him to be the alpha male that he is, but some ask for more, and it ranges from the dirty (pee and shit play) to the down right bizaare (beating a client up).

So I ask him why he is in this profession. I’d imagine it’ll fuck anyone up in the head, if one gets to do this for too long. He says that he is still relatively young at 25, and wants to take advantage of his youth, looks, and energy, to get paid way more than the Brazilian salario minimo. He says he’ll give this another year or two, to save up enough money to do something else. He says that not all are blessed with his gifts, so he is going to strike now while the iron is still hot.

Taking him to Rio was an interesting proposition for him. He was content with making the rounds in the saunas of Northeastern Brazil, not staying too long in one city and making sure he does not overstay his welcome and become “one of those sad GPs who blended in with the décor” as he put it. It was a good strategy, and the costs to live in the NE are significantly less than the mighty Sao Paulo and Rio. But my offer was definitely tempting for him. He was a big fish in the NE pond. How will he fare in the way more competitive scenes in Rio and SP?

Upon arriving in Rio, I came to discover exciting this trip was for him. I didn’t really realize that I was taking a newcomer to this city, and when I saw the wonder in this eyes, it made me excited to show a newbie a city that I have come to love. Granted, this is in the age of COVID, so it is a muted version of the city, but still, it was a big deal for him to get to this point, as attested by the hundreds of photos he began taking of himself, the city, and me, to remember the occasion.

So I showed him the greatest hits of Rio, mainly: Christ the Redeemer, of course. The attraction reopened last August, and there is reduced occupancy in the train going up the Corcovado, and some degree of mask wearing while up there. We took the time to do those cliché photos that everyone takes with the arms outstretched. Paulo had an enjoyable time taking the perfect photo to remember the occasion. We also went to Copacabana and Ipanema beaches, and of course I made sure I took as many photos of him in his tiny speedo. It looked like he already belonged here for sure. And a trip here wouldn’t be complete for me without going to the Xodozin quiosque, where we ordered a surprisingly good pork ribs:

But of course, the main attraction of this trip was going to the saunas, and after taking a night off on our first night here just hitting some of the bars in Copa, we decided to devote the next three nights to check out the saunas. We had three to choose from now, and Paulo will have a good idea of where he stacked up versus the other boys in the saunas. I really wanted him to earn the money he needs, as it was now clear to me that he was not seeking any money from me, per se. He fell into the “boys who need only a vacation” category of long timers for me. He was content on spending time in nicer confines with me, and being fed regularly, and seeing the sites. And as I can attest, he seemed more than content in the sexual department with me as well. I can see why his temperament, and his body, is uniquely prepared to be a GP: he was always hard, ready, and passionate, even when I didn’t need him to be. At the times that I didn’t need him to be, but he was, he didn’t have a hard time getting me there with him. Le sigh.

Our first sauna night stop was the uneven Point 202. The young guy in reception is used to seeing me, of course, but Paulo was a new face. Paulo explained to him that he wanted to work here. The reception guy asked him for his documentos, and then took his face photo with the webcam, and then called on Junior, the owner of Point 202, for an “interview”. I guess one had to rule out any crazies working in the premises. It was a surprisingly entertaining interview. After the requisite questions about past experiences in saunas and what not, the conversation turned into Junior and Paulo launching into comparisons between how it is done in the Northeast, and how it is here, in the bigger RJ (and SP). Junior was busy checking out Paulo through the process (though I am sure at this point, after years and years in this industry, Junior is unfazed by such beauty darkening his doorstep), but still, I think Paulo’s obvious advantages in the beauty department are outmatched by his even more superior charm and charisma, and this was something that Junior, or anyone, would be drawn to more.

Junior was very respectful too, as he obviously knew that we were a couple, and he did not want to piss off the very loyal customer in me.  I think this was the most I have ever talked to him, in all the years I have been to this place.

Paulo was prepared too (or I gave him pointers). He was wearing his best underwear, he was significantly jacked after two workout sessions today (one at the AirBNB gym, another at the outdoor monkey bars in Copacapabana), and he has cut his hair and beard himself (with an ancient electric razor he brought with him). He also told me to not kiss him in public until he was satisfied with the haul he got tonight, as clients tend to get jealous. He was in the right headspace.  I was less prepared, as GPs of programas past came swarming towards me, giving me non-COVID preventive hugs and pecks on the cheek, which made Paulo a bit embarrassed. “God damn. You sure get around,” Paulo whispers in my ear. I detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. I assured him that this was all in the past, as I will not do any programas ever again, and I am here to support his work.

Which was true, I wanted him to be successful with catching clients. But I really was not prepared, AT ALL, at what transpired next. Of course he would be popular. He was fresh meat. No sooner as I sat down with my drink, he would be swept away by the oncoming client tide. He got his first programa soon after, and 20 minutes later he was back, his body wrapped up in a towel, glistening from the previous shower, as he stretched out a hand towards me. I meet it with my own hand. He squeezes my hand, and hands me money. I count it. 200 reais. Not bad for a first programa. I put it in my wallet.

As the night wore on, he would go to me two more times, handing me more money.  I must admit I was getting jealous of the attention he was getting. But I tried to put my mind on other things. Tried. There were 3 strippers that night, and each and everyone of them came to me to do their “I need help putting my underwear back on while my erect penis accidentally brushes your face” number. Maybe they knew I needed the distraction. On any other night I would be thrilled with such delights, but again my mind was on THAT guy.

It was 9:30 PM. Paulo reemerges, giving me money for the last time tonight. He said he was tired, and was done, no matter who else wanted him tonight. I was relieved. He kisses me in front of everyone. That’s more like it. He goes to the lockers to put on clothes, I am assuming to match me, as I was still in street clothes. He goes back to my side and he asks how much he got tonight. “850 reais” I tell him. His tired face breaks out into a smile. He tells me to guard his money for him. I tell him it’s all his. He orders drinks, he leans on my shoulder.

As we enjoy the rest of the night, he tells me about his programas, and discreetly points out some of the clients he has worked with, among the crowd who was still there, drinking the night away. He tells me he has not kissed any of them, and has not cum, even if he was offered more money, because he wanted to respect me. I tell him he didn’t have to do that. He said he wanted to do it. He would tell me more about his programas in the following days, and to me this was all fascinating stuff.

As usual, we would be the last people in the sauna to leave. As we leave, Junior walks up to us, asking him “Gostou?” did he like his experience here. Paulo assured him he did. Junior asked if he would come back tomorrow, and Paulo was candid, saying that he wanted to check out the other saunas in Rio to get a better sense of how everything stood. Junior of course gave him a rundown of all the other saunas, while saying that his sauna was head and shoulders above those other two.  Which was understandable.

As we decompress back at the apartment, and waiting for our sushi Uber Eats order, Paulo tells me that while he easily got double tonight what he usually gets in the Northeast, and could get way more if he wanted to, he says that the clients were a bit more demanding than what he was used to. He then says that Rio, though charming and amazing, was not a city he would want to live in. No doubt that the cost of living here was way more than what he is used to. He also commented that there was more drug use with the boys here than in the NE, and some boys were just working to score money for more drugs. I tell him that’s the reason why a lot of people go here. Its not just the boys.

And he was a man of his word. He was all fucked out of course, because that's all the clients wanted out of him, is to be impaled by him, but he came for me, and immediately after, fell asleep, with his cum, and mine, still dripping from his torso. Poor guy. Must be tuckered out.

We would check out Clube 117 the next night, but it was a mistake. For one, we got there a bit later (7:30 PM) and the place was a ghost town.

 

There was only a total of 4 clients in the premises, and possibly 7 boys. Paulo didn’t even bother changing into a towel. It was clearly a bust night. I offered to get us back to 202 to see if we can get clients for him. He said no, and just wanted a drink with me in 117. So we did. There was a show though, mercifully. The drag queen was quite good and had a good banter with Paulo. And I must say, it was the first time I’ve seen him live and in person, but the Gogo boy blonde (dyed?) and blue-eyed Lohran Paixao is always nice to look at on Instagram, but simply much more stunning in person.  Nice cock too. Though Paulo did not appreciate that Lohran asked me if I wanted the “put the underwear on me…” number with him. Still very territorial.

The final night was us going back to 202, since I told him Lions was not exactly going to be his cup of tea, since the customers will want him to sit with them for drinks, and Paulo just wanted to do programas, and then sit with me, afterwards. And Paulo was not prepared this time. As we get to 202, he said that he has had his Rio fill, and with his haul of 850 reais last time, did not want to work tonight. He was probably looking ahead to Sao Paulo, and Espaco Lagoa, because we leave for SP tomorrow. So we just enjoy our time in 202. Getting stinking drunk, getting the 411 on the scene from other boys, as well as a good hour-long conversation with Junior, and his son, who turns out to be the receptionist guy as well, after the sauna was closed. Very interesting insights for sure. Worth another post but I won’t bother this time.

Rio was good to us, and Rio clients were good to Paulo. But Paulo said that he doesn’t see himself working, or living here. He was a country boy, and while his conversations with Junior and the other boys have given him insight on how it is to make a living here, he had the impression that most of the people who work and live here are here to also spend a lot of money here. Because it is Rio, and Rio takes more than it gives (I should know). Paulo said that he was done with partying, and womanizing, and doing drugs. He said was ready for an exit strategy from this life, and he is just about ready to leave it. Rio’s charms will just get in the way.

Was I the exit strategy? I hope not.

So next, Sao Paulo, with Paulo.

[floridarob]

15 hours ago, numazu1 said:

to the down right bizaare (beating a client up).

Very common, I've talked to several clients and boys....they should just walk a little south or west from Republica in SP to get it for free 

15 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Junior was busy checking out Paulo through the process (though I am sure at this point, after years and years in this industry, Junior is unfazed by such beauty darkening his doorstep),

Nope, he's a big whore, like you.

15 hours ago, numazu1 said:

Junior was very respectful too, as he obviously knew that we were a couple, and he did not want to piss off the very loyal customer in me.

Rest assured, he got his number at some point throughout the night 

15 hours ago, numazu1 said:

We would check out Clube 117 the next night

Did you see Patrick?





Did you do any programas at all during these nights 

[pylonguy71]

Numazu, god I love your updates!! They truly are magnificent.

[Kylekylekyle]

Really appreciate your posts Numazu. Very informative.

Paulo must have extraordinary assets/skills cuz only the most competitive GPs can earn R850 in such a short time, in a sauna full of competitions.

[sydneyboy1]

On 9/24/2020 at 3:51 AM, docbr said:

Oh another amazing tale, thank you... couldn’t agree more, you never know what the universe or the sauna gods will throw your way kkkkk

Having lived some years in Recife myself, I only went to the saunas there only a handful of times (compared to maybe hundreds of time at 117 / Lagoa)... but was in a sauna in Boa Viagem (thermas blue) that I saw the most handsome / hot boy I ever saw in Brazil... to bad we only shared a couple of words and he was already taken (and I never saw him again). 

It’s a classic illustration of the saying that it only takes one to make an evening. Unfortunately, on this occasion you were not the beneficiary, somebody else had the pleasure. People often comment that a sauna on a given night was “quiet” but you may find one gem. This has happened to me.

[numazu]

On 10/11/2020 at 3:26 PM, Connery43 said:

Hello Numazu1....

“I usually stay clothed”

Is this something you do every time you visit the saunas.....or just in the time of COVID.

Thanks. 

Something I do every time i visit the saunas. It may be modesty being a self-concious fat child, or my preference being clothed when hanging out drinking with friends, and it has nothing to do with preventing COVID. Different saunas have different preferences regarding this too. I remember only one sauna i've been to in Brazil - that's Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte- where they asked me to change into a towel during my first time, but generally all the RJ and SP saunas allow you to stay clothed.

On 10/11/2020 at 5:57 PM, floridarob said:

I hate to be stereotypical, but Asians  excel at the things they put their mind to    

I'm stereotypical in some ways, but my horniness level probably is atypical of my "race".

On 10/11/2020 at 9:12 PM, Anthonyvan said:

I wish I could go this Nov, but work is picking up, so I can't really afford to go. Besides, the whole 2nd wave is getting serious. Maybe April if things can turn around and vaccine proves effective!

I like the idea of a travel companion that you can explore the city and also break the bed with. lol. Numazu1 can certainly lecture me in that regard. 

If you're worried about it, simply don't go for now. Brazi will still be here (hopefully), when there is a vaccine. The news is full of stories of them trying (and struggling with) the COVID vaccine Coronavac, so at least they are doing something.

As with having a travel buddy, its the best of both worlds, especially if you like haivng someone there to talk to in between sauna trips. But it is better with someone you dont have any commitments with, and that is usually my downfall, as my travel companions tend to also be BFs, who have the legendary Brazilian jealousy. 

On 10/13/2020 at 4:08 AM, floridarob said:

Did you see Patrick?

Did you do any programas at all during these nights 

i saw Patrick yes. He is doing well. 

No programas for 1.5 weeks! And everyday going to saunas! Yes, I have self control! 

On 10/14/2020 at 2:18 AM, pylonguy71 said:

Numazu, god I love your updates!! They truly are magnificent.

On 10/14/2020 at 6:42 PM, Kylekylekyle said:

Really appreciate your posts Numazu. Very informative.

Paulo must have extraordinary assets/skills cuz only the most competitive GPs can earn R850 in such a short time, in a sauna full of competitions.

Thanks for the wonderful feedback. My posts are a slog for sure, but with so many things to cover, it is impossible for me to have short posts anymore. hope that is not a deterrent.

Paulo is very charismatic, and coupled with his looks, body and cock, does well in saunas. But the number one thing he had going for him was that he was new meat, and clients have not seen him before, so he was in high demand the first few nights he was in a new sauna. No doubt, there were other hot guys in the premises, but they probably have worn out their welcome (sadly).

 

[Anthonyvan]

I think a travel buddy without strings attached will be perfect, especially if he knows some English and teach me some Portuguese. This will certainly make the trip more authentic and enjoyable.

I find the infamous Brazilian jealousy counterintuitive because they are the ones having sex or being intimate with hundreds of men and women albeit it's work. Regardless, from a pure number perspective, shouldn't it be the other way around? 

[pylonguy71]

Along with the election results tomorrow, I am EAGERLY awaiting the next Numazu1 installment!!! I need to hear more about Paulo!