The Reopening of Brazil to Foreigners: some observations

[Lucky]

As of this moment, numazu's update is bound to be better than the election results.

[msclelovr]

Yes, @Lucky, there’s truly no comparison. I guess a lot of us, being unable to travel, are living vicariously through the exciting posts of @numazu

Edited November 6, 2020 by msclelovr

[numazu]

Patience grasshoppers!  I'm gonna run into some downtime soon, and it'll be almost time to post some more updates!  Planning to do - Sao Paulo, Fortaleza, Sao Luis Maranahao, Recife again, and Salvador.

[floridarob]

6 hours ago, numazu1 said:

I'm gonna run into some downtime soon,

Doubtful....like I'm going to stop drinking, lol

Edited November 7, 2020 by floridarob
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[AlexThompson]

Please, @numazu1!  I'm on the edge of my seat!

P.S. Who is your celebrity doppelganger?

 

[numazu]

The B Word: Sao Paulo Edition – What’s Good for the Goose…

Any relationship is hard enough to navigate with two people with more or less similar backgrounds, but what about with two people who not only have huge differences in culture, background, and experiences, but also diffferences in economic realities and phases in life? It might be impossible to sustain, but here I am, bound, at least for 3 weeks now (at this point when this report happened) with a boyfriend, who happens to work as a GP. The inequities, as you might be guess, are huge, so if it were to be any semblance of a functioning, quasi-genuine relationship, we would have to meet halfway. And that meant acknowledging that to him, saunas are for work, and while with me, he needs to work, unless I give him the money he needs, which at this point, he is unwilling to accept from me, as he believes that if this is to be a real relationship, this line is one we both should not cross. I am under no illusion that this reality will hold forever, but I am willing to at least see where this goes. 

Of course, not to shy away from any challenge, I gladly accept this extra difficulty in my Brazil life. Maybe I just got bored with just hiring GPs and getting great sex out of them. It is like shooting fish in a barrel. It is not challenging anymore to do this, to say the least. The novelty has faded away.  Any difficulties anyone could have in navigating sex tourism in Brazil has long been dealt with for me. Trouble communicating with Brazilians? I learned Portuguese. Cost to hire is prohibitive? The dollar to real exchange is so favorable that I can get away with 3-4 quality sexual encounters with hot guys for under $100. Not enough time to spend in Brazil? COVID changed everything, including granting me the ability to work from home, which of course, means working in Brazil. It has just become too easy.

So I guess this was the next logical step. To up the difficulty. All the while going to the saunas and seeing more of Brazil, with my sexy guy in tow. At this point, we are on a 4 day stop in Sao Paulo, the big kahuna. Paulo has always wanted to visit, as he more opportunities to earn money here, even more than the prettier Rio. I shared Paulo’s impressions of SP. I think I’ve had more consistent fun in this city than anywhere else in the country. And as everyone knows, I’ve had a lot of fun.

Since this was pre-Fragata opening, we only had one sauna to haunt, and that was Espaco Lagoa. I’ve frequented this place during this pandemic so much that it has become kind of… routine for me. No doubt Paulo will breathe new life to the proceedings. After spending the first day walking around Avenida Paulista, where Paulo marveled on how many people can be seen walking the streets, on their way to their place of work (he has never been to a city this size before), we decided to check out Lagoa on the second day.

Paulo gave me ground rules that were simple – I was encouraged not to show Paulo any signs of affection early in the evening, because Paulo has always said that customers tend to be very jealous of other customers. If we made out in full view of the crowd, the crowd may be less enticed to hire him. Also, Paulo preferred that I not hire any GPs. He said we were boyfriends after all, and this was his work. He had to earn money as I was not supporting him. I didn’t argue about the hiring GPs thing. I can keep it in my pants (maybe). I did it in Rio. 

For him, the ground rules were simple as well – he says he never kisses any customer (and if they tried, he showed me how to fake it), and would not start tonight out of respect for me.  Also, he would make sure he would be by my side in between programas, to keep me company, since I will be without his company.  Lastly, he will not cum in the programas, and will be saving this up for me, after all was said and done.

On paper, the rules were easy to follow. But in practice, since we are talking about two human beings here, things would never go as planned. We arrived at 5:30 PM on a Friday night. The place was starting to pick up. But I knew immediately that it would be a good night for Paulo. As soon as we get to the main bar area, he got called up by a customer. Paulo looks at me and nods. I sit down at one of the empty tables. After a couple minutes of chit chat, he was off with the client. Just like that. And then came the interminable wait.

I think I saw him next at 7:30 PM. He sat down next to me, in a towel, glistening from the previous shower, and he told me he had another client immediately after the first one, so that's why he could not join me after the first programa. He said the first client was a chatty one. He said tried to finish the programa quickly but the client took a while. After the first one, he found the small gym in the top floor and decided to try it to get a muscle pump. After some bicep curls, he said he decided to get me downstairs so that we can hit some weights in together, but another client quickly joined him in the gym and started chatting. He said he could not be rude (as the client is always right), and the client continued to chat (and took a look at his body exertions, in a towel), while chatting. After some more exercises, the client asked for a programa.

While he was telling me this, another client tapped him on the shoulder, asking him to see if he can chat. “Sorry,” he told me. I shrugged. I guess he was being summoned again. He joined the client at his table, among other of the client’s friends. I saw him order a Gatorade. I saw him laugh at client’s jokes.

Meanwhile, I was alone in my table. Sulking. Doing nothing. At a Brazilian boy sauna. It was so unlike me! One boy approached me, so I let him sit in my table and talk to me. He was cute, couldn’t be more than 20, lean muscular, dark. My type. I was looking at him up and down. the boy knew that I was super into him.  After a few pleasantries, and a beer order, he asked me: “Are you with that guy?” looking at Paulo’s direction. Yeah, we are boyfriends. “Do you want to get a suite with me?” Yeah, but I can’t. “Why is that?” Because I told him I won’t go out with any GPs. “But he is going with clients constantly! Why can't you have your own fun?”

I saw Paulo looking at my direction, possibly trying to figure out what was happening between me and the younger version of himself. Sigh. A promise is a promise. Even one made in a sauna. So I told the guy that I couldn’t go out with him. He said he didn’t understand. I was the one with the money, he told me. I should be calling the shots. That’s one way to look at it. But not to me. The guy was nice tho. He kept me company for a while. Even when the show started. I told the boy to save our seats while I went downstairs to the lockers. I fished out a 50 real bill. For a tip at least, and maybe also for goodwill, in case I see him again. He did stay all this time with me. I get back to our table. I give him the 50. The boy thanks me, and then kisses me in the lips. I pull back. “Relax,” the boy says, “your BF has gone with the client."

Sure enough, he was gone. Yup, Paulo and the client were nowhere to be seen. Soon the boy with me had to go. I was alone again. But not for long. I see a big party in the next table, and a gringo staring at me. I recognized him. I approach him and get introduced to another gringo.  It was @ChristianPFC and @bcdaron ! I didn't know they were here tonight!  Randomly meeting the two was a relief. I asked them how Brazil was treating them, since it was both their first times. It got me entertained for 2 more hours.

It was 10:00 PM and Lagoa was now half-empty. @ChristianPFC and @bcdaron were still there with me. And then Paulo reappears, still in his towel. Looking tired, but relieved. He gets to my table and scoops me up to get a hug. “I am so sorry,” he says, knowing I have been waiting for a long time for him. “I am new meat in this place. It was crazy!” I introduce him to my two friends. He then hands me crumpled money. I counted it. It was 200 reais.  He then excuses himself to say he was going to change into street clothes and come back. “We can go if you want,” I offer. “No, I want to relax with you for a bit.” The two gringos bid me farewell and I thank them for their company.

After 10 minutes Paulo is back at my table. We order our usual caipirinhas. He tells me that he had 5 programas today, and got 950 reais total, including a programa with a couple who both bottome for him.  Exhausting. And he had to turn other clients away! He said it was crazy. He told me as soon as he left one programa he was pulled away to do another one. So he couldn’t go to me in between programas. I made him feel little bit guilty about it, telling him I was all alone, all night. He said he saw me with another boy. He asked me if I slept with him. I told him no. He said he would know and not lie. He can check my bill when we check out downstairs. I swore I didn’t do anything with him, just bought him a beer and that’s it (a little lie). I told Paulo that unlike him, I keep my promises, thus digging the guilt dagger a little deeper.

He tried to make it up to me the rest of the night. We went with our usual making out/talking/drinking/making out some more. While we were doing this, one client was eyeing me with obvious disdain. After a while it got uncomfortable.  I discreetly told Paulo about the guy. Paulo looked at him. He smiled and looked back at me.

Quietly, he tells me that that was his last client, and then spilled the rest of the beans. He told me that this last programa ended badly. The client was some hotshot doctor.  And it was good at first. Good conversation. But it took a little bit long for his liking. During sex he was promising Paulo all these things he could buy him, all these trips they could take, but Paulo said all he wanted was for this guy to cum and leave. Paulo said he even tugged on the guy’s penis for a little while to get it done. Paulo says he never touches client’s penises (you never know what diseases they might have, he says). And at the end the client wanted Paulo to cum, and insisted he do so, imploring him numerous times. Even offering 100, and then 200 reais more.  But Paulo held firm, telling the client he doesn’t do that. The client eventually gave up the ghost, and came. Afterward, the client angrily threw 200 reais at him, saying that he will get another boy tonight to cum with him. Paulo said he tried to make amends after. The client still asked for Paulo’s Whatsapp number, bizarrely.

“Then why is he eyeing me like he wants to murder me?” I asked Paulo. “I don’t know. It should be obvious to him that we are together. And I think he sees that I am giving you what he didn’t get from me.” I smile. “And what are you giving me right now?” Paulo hesitates and then looks at me, intently. “He only got my body. You are getting everything.” I laugh. This almost made up for the 5 hours I waited. And it also made up for the fact that, when we got back to the apartment, he immediately fell asleep, with clothes and everything. I guess pleasuring 5-6 clients would tire anyone out, even a fit grown man like Paulo. But again, like before, he wakes me up, at 6 in the morning, hard as a rock, to give me the Brazilian good morning. Sex delayed, is definitely not sex denied.

Pictured, we close another sauna tonight:

Next, the tables are turned.

[floridarob]

This story describes what it's like siting at a table with you.....are you a GP?

 

12 hours ago, numazu1 said:

And it also made up for the fact that, when we got back to the apartment, he immediately fell asleep, with clothes and everything

You know he came during one or more of the programas, probably for the hot shot Dr. 

[numazu]

The B Word: Sao Paulo Edition – … is good for the gander

So maybe I overdid it with laying on the guilt about Paulo making me wait for 5 hours alone, while he sexed up 6 guys at Lagoa last night. So much so that he said that he was willing to allow me to have one programa tonight. I knew he didn’t take this decision lightly. He gave me many conditions: that I try to get the guy while he is in a programa so he does not see me going with the guy (jealousy?), that I was not to ask for the guy’s Whatsapp (how can he prohibit this if he is not in the room with us?), and to make sure that I won’t be too tired to cum with him after the night is over (oh yeah, this one is easy). Setting expectations is important in any successful relationship. Meeting them, however, is another matter.

Saturday night at Lagoa. We arrive a little after 6, and the place was half empty. Paulo and I settle in on a table at the bar area. Paulo hydrates with water for the night ahead. I hydrate with vodka. Across the room, a weird looking guy was looking at us, and then walked up to us and shook both our hands. After a few pleasantries the guy asked Paulo if he could join him after he was done with me. I nod to Paulo to let him know he could go now. It was that quick. The guy was with another guy in the table, and with Paulo they seemingly had a nice conversation going.  I wonder what they were talking about.

Meanwhile, as the night wore on, and people started streaming in, I grew more excited. Not because I was “allowed” to do a programa with a guy, nope. I have done that so many times already this trip. It's that I had to do it under the BF’s nose. It is always more exciting if an act is somewhat forbidden. It adds to the experience.  At least for me. So I had to make this one programa count. If I were to get someone tonight, he had to be “better” than the BF. At least in the superficial sense. More handsome. Taller. More muscular. Bigger penis. Better fuck. All the superlatives you can think of. Otherwise, why bother paying for it?

Which was a tall order in these parts, at least nowadays. It is no secret to anyone that most of the “gods” that frequented the old Lagoa do not go to the saunas anymore, and have turned to websites as their main source of income. Even as a more recent Brazil tourist (since December 2017), I have to admit that I do not see those “gods” in huge numbers anymore, like at the start of my trips in 2017 and 2018. That’s probably why a guy that looks like Paulo was in such high demand. And it is probably why I had a hard time finding a “better” Paulo substitute to worship, than the god I was going home with tonight.

That was until a familiar sight came along. He was easily 6’4 or taller. Giant muscles. You could not miss this guy, even in a sauna like Lagoa. And I certainly recognized him from a previous trip. I could not remember when or where. It was good timing too. Paulo was nowhere to be found. @floridarob knows this about me: I do not waste any time. I flag the guy down and he sits next to me. He tells me his name, “Henrique, prazer.” He shakes my hand, in a sort of formal way. Not warm, but I can overlook it considering he was a mountain of a man.

Up close, I’d say his biggest assets were his gigantic muscles. He was handsome, not in a classical way, but the kissable lips and soulful eyes were two big things for me. While we did our small talk, I admired his muscles. Man, his overall look harkened back to the days of the sauna Adonises. His muscles were huge, and I asked permission for a helping of his biceps. He flexed, and showed me just how big they were, and invited me for a squeeze. That was it. There was no escaping it. Once you touch the sinews of those muscles, couples with how smooth his brown skin was, no one would be able to say no.

So I asked. 150, he said. Pretty standard price. I was expecting more for this quality. I survey the room. Paulo was still out. We head over to the suites level to get a room. Towels. Condoms and lube. Keys. And we were off. He grabs the keys from me to open the door to our suite. He has probably done this a thousand times. He knew the drill, almost too well. First he turned on the TV to show straight porn. Then he turns on the air for ventilation. Then he puts his keys and phone on the shelf on the corner. Then he takes off his towel and folds it neatly at the top of the bed. Then he reclines on the bed, stroking his cock, waiting for me to make my next move.

Alright, this was kind of too business like for me. I take off all my clothes right away, which is not what I do usually, as I usually let the flow of the programa lead me to this inevitable naked place, but since there was no flow at all, I figured that I should just get this over with. I lay beside him, feeling the warmth of his body on mine. He makes some overtures, touching my body, massaging my back. I try to kiss him, and he kisses back with a semi-closed mouth. Oh ok, he was one of those. I tried to press the issue, he didn’t seem to like kissing me much.

The saving grace at this point tho, was his body, which was a work of art, like a Greek marble statue, except for the cock, which was all too Brazilian: uncut, long, and fucking thick. I took my time admiring, and touching, the merchandise. He flexed, he grabbed his cock for maximum effect. I take it by the hand, and then of course by mouth. After a while of this, he reaches for the condoms and lube to get ready.

“Oh no,” I say. “No way all this is gonna fit in me. You are too huge.” He insisted, and broke open the packets to put the condom on and apply lube. He hands me the lube packet, so I could ready myself. “No! I can’t! It’s too big!” He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I’m an expert. I know how to ease it in.” He has me lay on my side, and he slides behind me. He takes the lube packet and applies the lube himself. “Mmmmm,” he moans. He puts a finger in, and then two, as he jacks himself off. He seemed to take his time warming me up.

And then he puts it in. Very slowly, with some nibbles on my neck and cheek. And then, just like magic, he was all in. How did he do that? It didn’t even hurt. He slowly thrusts. It felt really good. I raise one leg for easier access. I feel him get it all in, with his body close to me. The thrusts suddenly become faster and deeper. And all of sudden, it was like a switch just flipped. His free hand groped my dick and he was able to get it back to life. As he thrusted, he then turns my face to him and he kisses me, deeply, all the while drilling me. As if the passion that was missing in the beginning suddenly joined us this very moment.

Since there was a height discrepancy, he was able to get me to some positions that I have never tried before. He clearly knew how to do it. And he seemed to enjoy it as well, as we eager to throw me around. And the reason why he needed the AC on: he sweated during fucking. We were both drenched in sweat before long. Finally, he pulled out. He asked me if he wanted me to cum. I said sure. 200? Of course. So he pulls out, takes out the condom, and jacks off. We cum in succession.

Afterwards we talk. He tells me he is a Carioca (of course, why wouldn’t he be), and usually goes to Club 117 in Rio, but was in SP because the sauna was still too slow in Rio. I told him that that was where I saw him before. I remember him on a few trips to 117. I told him whenever I saw him, I wanted to talk to him, but I always got intimidated. He admitted the same thing. He’s also seen me a few times, but he was not sure if I spoke Portuguese, and his English was not so good, so he didn't dare approach me for an introduction.

He actually turned out to be a good and humble guy, belying his fairly bombastic and intimidating exterior. He didn’t seem to be a clock watcher. I wasn’t watching the clock either, but I knew I had to end the programa, because there was Paulo to contend with. As we prepared to go back out, I told Henrique that I didn’t have an idea that he would be this passionate. And such a good fuck. He shot back with the same thing: that he didn’t have a clue he would actually enjoy himself with me. He said he can pretend only to a point. Work was easier for him if he actually liked the sex.

Maybe it was a line that he always said to clients so he could get more money. Whatever, it worked for me. I gave him an extra 50.

I get back to the main seating area. I was surprised to see Paulo, fully dressed, sitting at one of the tables, checking his phone. I sit next to him. He looks at me, not saying anything. “Whats up?” I ask.  He was silent. “What’s wrong.” I see he was trying to find the words to say. Finally he says: “You were gone a long time with that guy.” I was surprised. "What guy?" I ask.  "You know, tall and big."  “You saw me with the guy?” He said yes, he saw us go into our suite. He said he was just leaving a suite with his first client when he saw us. “Is that a problem?” I asked him.

He explained that it was fine, and we talked about this after all. What bothered him was that I took a long time. Why would a programa take that long? He asked me.  So long that Paulo was able to snare a second client, and finish that programa, and I was still in the suite with Henrique. He decided to not work anymore and just wait for me so we can spend the rest of the night together. But he said I took long in there, and he was waiting a while.

I apologized. I guess it was his turn to wait tonight. I certainly did not mean to make him wait. After a while, Paulo seemed to calm down. He told me about his night. Two clients. The second one was 200 reais. The first one was more interesting tho. That weird guy that called on him was some sort of “pimp” and he procured boys for rich clients and he gets a cut of the proceeds. Which meant that these clients were more upscale than usual. Politicians. Businessmen. He asked for Paulo’s contacta and asked if he would forward some sexy pics to him to forward to his client base, and get him some clients. Paulo said he would forward some pics to the guy when we got home tonight.

And the pimp was with one of his “client base”. And the client paid more than most. Paulo he said he got 250 from the guy, and an extra 50 from the pimp. Not bad, I told Paulo. 1450 reais total for two days of work. Paulo told me that that is what he usually earns in a week in Fortaleza or Recife. He was very happy with his two-day haul.

We enjoyed the rest of the night. Making out and telling each other stories and making fun of the others in the sauna (bitchy bitchy). And we had another night in SP as well, but instead of working, Paulo said that he would take a break from working, as he had all the money he needed this trip, and just to spend the night with me, not with clients. We still went to Lagoa taht last night, which enabled us to have an indoor space to make out with abandon, and drink with abandon. He got some proposals that night from clients, but he said no. He also had previous SP clients text him, offering him a second chance to earn money. He said no as well. He was giving up a lot of money. But he was content.

Overall, I’d say that Sao Paulo has proven to be pretty lucrative for Paulo. It might be because he is the new kid in town, but his first time in Lagoa produced a good haul. He said he has never earned this much money in such a short time. And he was glad to know that he could strike it out here if he wanted. He understands that his looks and body won’t look that way forever, and while he hates doing this as a profession, due to his limited prospects, he is willing to take advantage of this tiny window of opportunity that he can earn as much money as he can. He know how lucky he was, versus his less attractive countrymen who have as limited prospects as he does, especially during this pandemic.

But he also admits loving working in NE Brazil, and prefers to live there instead of the faster, and way more expensive Sao Paulo or Rio. “I can get away with cheaper rent, transportation, and living expenses in Fortaleza or Recife. But here in Sao Paulo, I have to contend with high rent and the traffic.” He admits the stress one feels when one is a GP. All the constant and tense adjustments he has to make, to suit a variety of moods and demands of each client, will take a toll on anyone at some point. Having a calming beach to go to, coupled with the northeastern ease of living and more casual (i.e. lawless) atmosphere, is very important for Paulo’s well being.

Next… Garoto. Com. Local.

[pylonguy71]

Incredibly evocative updates as always Numazu!! I'm curious – how upfront, if at all, are you with GPs like Paulo about the medium to long term relationship prospects they have with you? Having read your updates since the beginning, I know there's a shelf life here. Just wondering how transparent you are in that regard?

[floridarob]

11 hours ago, numazu1 said:

“Oh no,” I say. “No way all this is gonna fit in me. You are too huge.

Too funny!

 

[AlexThompson]

Hurray, @numazu!  Thanks for your thoughtful, sexy, insightful and extremely well written update!  

[numazu]

The Site Boys – A Sao Paulo Helping

A few weeks ago, I was with a GP from Sao Paulo, Lucas, in a 3 day trip in Rio de Janeiro. He was one of those tanned, super handsome, muscular demi-gods that one gets to know in Brazil, but with an unusually quiet demeanor. We have just exited Point 202, on a weirdly slow Friday night. While we waited for our Uber back to the hotel, we were discussing on how uneven sauna nights are these days. A huge part of it of course was because of the pandemic, and how the depressed tourists numbers led to sometime depressing nights in Rio.

Lucas then commented that he found this slowness in the saunas tiring, and wish that he could put an ad on the websites, to expand his client base. I asked him why he couldn’t just do that, and just go to the sauna during busy nights to supplement his income. He said that apart from the fact that he didn’t want his family to know he was a GP (and websites tend to get passed arou d and shared), he said that the internet is forever, and once he put his face, and his penis, out there, it was all over for him, and having the GP reputation will follow him forever.  

But he did know some boys who had ads in the websites. He said that they have a more regular income than he does, and they can work 24 hours a day, instead of the more limited hours of the sauna. They usually charge a little bit more on the sites than in the sauna, as you had to pay the websites a monthly fee to get listed there, as well as paying a little bit more for a nice apartment to meet clients in. Lucas said when the saunas were closed down due to the pandemic, he knew that the site boys were still getting new customers via the sites, and he had to rely on previous clients that are now his regulars. Overall, while he acknowledged the obvious advantages of having a site of his own, he ultimately does not want his face out there.

I am sure there are a sizeable amount of boys that would otherwise treat the sauna as their main medium of selling their wares, but have found, increasingly, that putting their mugs out there on websites is much more advantageous, given how the sauna scene has progressively worsened. Some of you here have commented that the “gods” that previously haunted the old Lagoa have now migrated to the sites, and looking at Garoto Com Local, it hard to argue that this is now where you will mainly find this type of guy:

So after bidding farewell to Paulo for now, as he ventures back to Fortaleza to keep working (because it was clear he was not going to be able to work with me tagging along and messing up his focus), and to wait for me in a week (or two) to join him, I spent some more time in Sao Paulo, alone this time, but not for long. I decided to get two guys in Garoto com local today. One for the early afternoon (one advantage of non-sauna procurement), and one for the evening. So I go to the site and look for my prince charming for the moment.

While looking at pictures and admiring the effort in getting these together, as well as being pretty pleased with viewing the male anatomy, mostly what you expect, big and hard, this is a poor substitute to picking out company in a sauna. I still miss the social aspect of being in the sauna, which is not only visual, but tactile as well. Having the advantage of touching the merchandise, and talking to them to suss out compatibility, is definitely preferred to doing my due diligence, alone, in a lonely hotel room, under the covers.

So I wanted to pick the “perfect” hire. He had to be young (20-25), tall, handsome, light tan (white or pardo), muscular, hung, big cock, and versatile. His ad should have mentions of being a good kisser, and have lots of reviews of him being passionate, as well as mentions of not being a “clock watcher” and no pressure. Having videos is a plus too, as videos are generally non-photoshoppable, so you see the goods in action, as they are.  This seems like a tall order, but surprisingly, even with all these exacting requirements, I still had an embarrassingly large amount of choices left. So I had to settle on one of course. Each ad had a pretty convenient easy button that, if you are viewing the ad on your phone, can click and it directly opens up your whatsapp, where you can take the convo from there.

 

Mister Perfect

So I try one guy who I thought would tick all the boxes I wanted. The response was pretty quick, and the convo was very efficient:

He answered all the compatibility questions I could think of (kiss? Suck? Versatile?), and pretty soon I was booking him to arrive an hour from now. This is like Uber Eats level speed y’all. I was not particularly horny but what the hell right? I was looking at a pretty afternoon alone so this would break up the solitude quite nicely. In 30 minutes he asks me if I could get him an Uber from his place, and it seems that he was 15 minutes from my Paulista AirBNB, and in 20 minutes, Mr Perfect was at the lobby.

I meet him at the lobby, and even from afar, he was a looker. He was wearing gym wear, and both shirt and shorts were pretty complementary to his muscular form. He saw me and smiled widely. Darn, really handsome. Manicured beard. Very stylish hair. He meets me halfway and shakes my hand, and then pulls me in for a hug. He smelled good. He is definitely a very carefully constructed piece of perfection who knew how to look the part, and play the part. It took all the strength I had to not tear into him on the elevator ride up. At the room, he took off his shirt, and sat down at the bed. Wowza. Just the right amount of chest hair. Carefully placed tattoos.

“Parabens,” I tell him. For what, he asks. I flatter him, telling him how nice I thought he looked, and it obviously takes very hard work to look like that. He smiles. Worth it. He returns the compliment. He then asks why was I standing in the other of the room, away from him. OK fine. What followed was… a pretty satisfactory time with Mr Perfect. Very passionate. Kissed the heck out of me. He sucked and rimmed (and I dd as well). He took his time for sure. When it came to it, he was versatile. Overall it was… perfectly fine.

Not to be such a demanding bitch about this. The sex was great for sure. Everything you could ask for, and he even came. In my mouth. But the mechanical proficiency he was doling it out to me lacked the necessary connection for me to fully enjoy it. But you know. It was fine.

We talked some more after the deed, and he said yes when I offered to buy him lunch before he left. A quick walk to Shopping Cidade Paulista, and doing a por quilo meal, he shared more about his life, saying that the pandemic has been fairly good for him, and still had a steady amount of clients in the city. His phone was buzzing the whole time we were having lunch, but like any other professional individual, he was careful to not answer it when he was with me. We parted ways after the meal (after a nice hug in the middle of Paulista), and it was 300 reais well spent on a 2 and a half hour meeting.

Mister Worker

A nap. Then gym. Then a light dinner. As an introvert I relish the quiet moments, even in Brazil.  But it was time to get another Garoto com local, but no meu local.  I had my eye on a fairly popular pornstar that was listed in the site. I won’t divulge who this guy is but sufficed to say I was more intrigued about talking to him about his life, than having sex with him. Sex would be a part, of course, but sometimes, the story is better than the lay.  So I message him, and in a few moments I get responses back:

Fairly standard replies, and he even sometimes replied back in English, which was a nice touch. We decide on a 9 PM rendezvous, and as with Mr. Perfect, Mr. Worker was pretty prompt in asking me for an Uber. He lived in Bela Vista, which was fairly close to where I was, so in 6 minutes, I had to fetch him in the lobby.

He was very charming, not the typical Adonis that one gets in the sites. But it was his story that drew me to him anyway. He asked me right away if he knew me from his porn work. I told him I did, and it was kind of weird to see him in my hotel room after viewing his fairly hot videos. He then asked me about the USA, and as we did our back and forth, we got close to each other, and got progressively more naked as the conversation went on.

In between kisses, oral, rimming, and other wonderful things, I got a pretty nice story from him. He has leveraged his porn notoriety into actual work on the sites, and a few years ago, after finally snatching a US tourist visa, made his way to a fairly lucrative escort career in the US, mostly in the east coast. His main haunt was NYC, and that’s where he made most of his money. He said he only had to list himelf in one of the more popular rent boy sites in the USA, and his phone didn’t stop buzzing with request to meet after that. He had to turn people away. He said sometimes he would have 6 clients in a day, in a 36 hour span, not sleeping when it was needed. It was tiring work but it was lucrative work. He was able to send thousands upon thousands of dollars back to Brazil, and was able to do a lot of things with the money.

He quoted me 300 reais for this programa, and he laments that in those days, he would gain 300 dollars an hour, and usually 1000 dollars for an overnight. This brought a small tear in his eye as he was telling me this.  I asked if the pandemic made it hard for him to get back to the USA. He said that it wasn’t the pandemic that stopped him. His visa was cancelled last year. He tried to enter the USA for his 4^th trip, but was flagged by immigration in Boston. He had entry stamps from trips before, but it didn’t matter. He was flagged.

While in detention he was asked why he wanted to get in the country. He had his canned “I’m only a tourist,” spiel that worked before. The authorities then asked for access to his phone. He obliged, and there was the proof. Thousands of messages from clients in the states, asking for his services, and him quoting prices. The authorities then concluded that it wasnt just a tourist trip, and he was going to actually work as an escort in the USA, which was a no-no.  His visa was revoked, and was put in a flight back to Brazil. He has been in Brazil ever since. He told me about his life there as well. What a story.

The sex was great as well. Maybe because now I had a connection with him? Fully versatile. Made my eyes roll at the back of my head. Made me came twice. He came twice too. Very very satisfactory. I ordered pizza in. We shared it with beers. He stayed till 6 AM. Vale a pena.

I also tried the site boys in Fortaleza and Recife. I’d say on the average, the encounters were pretty good, even if the price was 50% to 100% more than what you get from saunas. I still miss the sauna of course, like I miss eating in restaurants. Getting Uber Eats is fairly convenient, and the quality of food is the same, if a bit more expensive, but the ambience of a restaurant, and getting to choose the food through menus, while seeing the merchandise from other tables, and smelling the food as you wait, is something I prefer.

Next – Fortaleza, what a revelation.

Edited November 24, 2020 by numazu

[Lucky]

Numazu says: "I was not particularly horny but what the hell right? "

Numazu, what I wonder is how you get your stamina. You clearly like to have a lot of sex, good for you, but do you ever just say no, I am not horny, so no hookup?

Even when I was younger I could not have kept the pace that you seem to. So I really do wonder. No obligation to answer, but if you would...thanks!

[numazu]

On 11/17/2020 at 8:47 AM, floridarob said:

This story describes what it's like siting at a table with you.....are you a GP?

LOL, noone would pay for this.

On 11/17/2020 at 11:22 PM, pylonguy71 said:

Incredibly evocative updates as always Numazu!! I'm curious – how upfront, if at all, are you with GPs like Paulo about the medium to long term relationship prospects they have with you? Having read your updates since the beginning, I know there's a shelf life here. Just wondering how transparent you are in that regard?

I think when I becomes bfs with a guy here, there is an implied shelf life on both sides of the relationship. I put the kibosh on the relationship if it seems that it is evolving into something that would require me to take the boy to the USA. Thankfully this almost never happens, and I think I instinctively embark on relationships with boys that dont seem to be interested in taking it to the next level. I think Paulo also wishes that this has a finite shelf life, but I think right now we are giving each other what we need right now. He ahs definitely given my trips the needed kick it needed.

On 11/23/2020 at 9:28 AM, AlexThompson said:

Hurray, @numazu!  Thanks for your thoughtful, sexy, insightful and extremely well written update!  

You're welcome!

On 11/25/2020 at 7:44 AM, Lucky said:

Numazu says: "I was not particularly horny but what the hell right? "

Numazu, what I wonder is how you get your stamina. You clearly like to have a lot of sex, good for you, but do you ever just say no, I am not horny, so no hookup?

Even when I was younger I could not have kept the pace that you seem to. So I really do wonder. No obligation to answer, but if you would...thanks!

Ask anyone who has met me and know me personally, yes I seem to be the sex maniac in real life as I portray myself in my reports. This has been the huge downfall in my life... always looking for sex. And if there are times I am not horny, it does not take much to get me there, and there is nothing like a sexy young guy that takes me to this state of horniness. How can it not? Especially in Brazil. Also, I am a huge proponent of "faking it till you make it" which means even when not horny, I can get there quickly if I put my mind to it, and get the necessary tools to get me there. TL;DR - I am a slut.

Bonus Sao Paulo topic: I know this is interesting to some people wondering. I was at the Quality Suites Bela Sintra which is just across the street from Espaco Lagoa, and while waiting in the lobby for a friend to come, happend upon this guy, with a client, checking out of the hotel:

It was unmistakenly Adriel Fernandes, the popular stripper in Lagoa and other SP haunts. I guess this confirms that he can be bought. I'd wanna chase that one of these days.

[Lucky]

Thanks for the reply, @numazu1

[numazu]

The B Word: Fortaleza Edition – No Place Like Home

After a week or so with BF#1, and some time alone, as well as getting some work done in the process, it was time to see Paulo again. He was adamant in showing me one of his adopted cities – Fortaleza, and to show me why he loves this city so much. I have been to Fortaleza once before, partially chronicled here. I was not able to visit any saunas that time, but still had fun with some Garoto Com Locals. And this trip was to be different – I was going to stay at Paulo’s apartment this time, so no hanky panky with others, just me, him, and the city.

So since this is me we are talking about, I had to find a way to sample Fortaleza boys before meeting up with Paulo. Saunas are off-limits because I was going with Paulo to the saunas and boys will talk if I go there without Paulo. So Garoto Com Local was again a saving grace in this regard. Which meant getting a hotel first before meeting up with Paulo. From Sao Paulo, I took an early morning flight to Fortaleza, arriving at noon. Upon checking in to the Hotel Gran Marquise, a reported 5 star hotel in Fortaleza ($60 a night, cost still at pandemic level when I stayed), I was ready to receive the boys before meeting with Paulo later at 7 PM.

I met up to 2 boys from the website. One was a firecracker of a versatile guy, who was moreno, super cute, and with a giant ass. Fulfilled my thirst for a more bottom guy. The second guy was your typical bombado with large muscles, big dick and giant ass. He was a pardo, and while his ad had pretty good pics, he was even more of a knockout in person. Surprised me too. I was ready for a more “worship-type” programa  with the bombado, but he was game for way more. Super passionate and versatile as well. The programas were 150 and 200, respectively, which is at sauna level pricing in SP or RJ. The boy prices are definitely lower once you leave the southeast.

Some comments about the Hotel Gran Marquise: not quite 5 star in my book, as the room I got was fairly average, but the services were as top-notch as you can expect in Brazil. Between programas I was able to take advantage of the gym and pool. And obviously one can receive visitors, at least during the day, as no one checked on the two guests I brought on the way to my room. I wouldn’t know if it was like that at night. As everyone knows, Fortaleza can be dangerous, so I am certain that they are more diligent at night, at least checking ID of your guests. And to close, I had a nice coffee and Bailey’s combo for an afternoon snack, as I relished being in a 5 star hotel in Brazil, especially since I will be shifting gears to stay with the BF in his apartment:

And shift gears I did. Once I got the whoriness out of my system (at least for a week), I was ready to meet Paulo. I Ubered it to his apartment, which was more inland and away from the beaches. It was in Centro, in a two story decrepit looking building on a busy street. Upon arriving at his street, Paulo was waiting for me on the curb. He looked happy to see me as I emerged from my Uber. He has a one bedroom apartment. Fairly spartan. Not a lot of furniture. Not the 5 star hotel I was just in for sure. But it was his home, and I was welcome, and that made the quality of the surroundings irrelevant.

Since I was in familiar surroundings for Paulo, he laid some ground rules about this trip. Since a lot of people knew him in the city, especially in this part of town, he said to tamp down on the PDA while in public. This rule would be broken numerous times, and it was all him, not me, breaking the rules. During the trip, instead of getting Ubers to get around town, I rode in the back of his motorcycle, and he drove like a maniac. He was an adrenaline junkie, I was not. But I adjusted, because I was living Paulo’s life now.

Another ground rule: to stay at his side at all times. Fortaleza remains a dangerous place, and he has stories about him fending robbers and their ilk while living here. I would break this rule once: when we were in Praia Iracema and we got into a silly fight, and I abruptly left our perch in the beach. Astrologically, we were both fire signs, so the fire was in full display in Fortaleza. He had to hunt me down the praca near the beach, and was looking for me everywhere. I sat down near a group of police at the end of the praca. He was relieved to find me, unscathed. He was genuinely concerned. He said I could have been kidnapped or robbed in the praca. I swore to him to never do that again. I would do it again.

Apart from intermittent nastiness between us, my Fortaleza visit was actually pretty nice. Paulo showed me his city: warts and all. We got new tattoos from one of his friends. We ate at his favorite places, and drank in the street pubs that he usually haunts. Met some of his friends. Probably the highlight of my trip with him was seeing the crowds in Praia Iracema, and the surrounding parks. It was like seeing a world pre-COVID, as almost no one was wearing masks, and the crowd density was something I haven’t seen for a while now.

You must be wondering what the sauna scene here is. From what I know, there are three GP saunas in the city worth noting, and two more that are horrible. At this point of the trip, the other two saunas, Dragon and California were still closed (they have now reopened at the time of this writing), and only one was open. Mykonos Thermas Club. From what I understand, this was a new sauna, opened earlier this year before the pandemic. Perhaps to recoup some of the owner’s investment, the sauna reopened as soon as the city said it was OK to do so. Paulo said that he liked the other two than this sauna, but since this was the only one open, he had no choice but to work here.

The place was in a residential part of town, and the façade could be mistaken for any house in the street.

Inside of course, was all sauna. The first night, we got there at around 6 PM on a Saturday, and immediately was accosted by boys. Majority of them were next door types, but quote a few were smoking hot as well. Upon checking in, Paulo let me know that clients wore white towels, and boys wore blue towels. This was kind of interesting, as I guess it highlighted which populations were more numerous that the other. My estimate was an even 50/50 split of boys and clients.

On the first night, Paulo was immediately chatted up by some clients who were eager for his business, so I was left to my own devices minute one. Which was interesting because I had quite a few boys ask me questions and tried to get something going with me.  As one particularly branquinho who was young and tall was chatting me up, Paulo swooped in and put an arm around me. Apparently I was chatting up his “best buddy” in the sauna, and he was firm in telling him that I was the BF. The cute guy apologizes to him and me and quickly moves along.

I met quite of few of Paulo’s posse in the sauna, all pretty good looking. He was also coaching one of the young bodybuilders on fitness and supplements, and though I was quite smitten by him, I knew I cant even broach the subject of a programa. I can only look, but cannot touch. Paulo said a lot of the boys here accepted 50 reais as payment for one programa because (a) this was Fortaleza and (b) they ran a volume business.  They probably did 5-10 clients a night. Paulo only did a max of 3 or 4, and he would never accept anything lower than 100 reais.

Even if I wasn’t able to do any programas, Paulo made up for it by deciding not to work the three nights we visited Mykonos sauna, so his attention was all on me, and boy it was great. It was fun, since he was game to both show me the facilities of the sauna, and using the facilities to their fullest potential. An example, they had a nice small pool/hydromassager that the sauna had, and we had a blast *almost* having sex in it. We drove people away because of the insane PDA.

We also played pool in the premises, and it was actually nice to watch the boys play pool sometimes, because some of them had to contort themselves to make a move, and since most of them were in either underwear or towels, its nice to see, I got to see some cock and balls at times.

Oddly enough, the sauna had not one but two places for a stage for any drag numbers or stripper shows. The owner actually gave me a personal tour of the premises, and explained to me that the second entertainment space was left empty because sometimes there are private events in there.

I got an insight on the challenges a sauna owner had during a pandemic. He had to sacrifice a lot to get the sauna to still be running. Two of the major things he did that he thinks made his sauna the place to go for the gays were: he made the entry for the working boys (GPs) free, and he fed the boys dinner every night. This made the boys come in droves. Even to just have one meal a day. And in a place with a lot of boys, clients will follow. It was an interesting strategy, and yes there was a lot of boys, and a lot of clients, in the premises. I also got a sample of the free dinner one night. Some rice and meat thing. It was actually tasty.

I have to say that this space is pretty nice and spacious, and it reminds me of the old Lagoa space in SP. And I certainly had a ton of fun in it, even if I didn’t do one programa in the three nights I was there. This was definitely a new paradigm I was in. I was in a “monogamous” relationship with a GP, and I still got to go to the saunas and gawk at the boys. Let’s see how long this lasts.

Next, the weird Sao Luis, Maranhao.

Edited November 28, 2020 by numazu

[buttercawan]

Dragon is the most beautiful sauna I been in Brazil but California is the place for GPs. There are only a handful of GPs in Dragon the few nights I was there - lots of clients-clients action. I had fun in both (more in California) both with GPs and other clients. That was 2 years ago ...

[floridarob]

14 hours ago, numazu1 said:

I was in a “monogamous” relationship with a GP, and I still got to go to the saunas and gawk at the boys. Let’s see how long this lasts.

If it ever starts to be monogamous , won't last  at all 

[Bucknaway1614502762]

5 hours ago, floridarob said:

If it ever starts to be monogamous , won't last  at all 

I wasn't going to say anything..

 

Edited November 28, 2020 by Bucknaway

[JunNJ]

On 11/26/2020 at 11:30 PM, numazu1 said:

LOL, noone would pay for this.

I think when I becomes bfs with a guy here, there is an implied shelf life on both sides of the relationship. I put the kibosh on the relationship if it seems that it is evolving into something that would require me to take the boy to the USA. Thankfully this almost never happens, and I think I instinctively embark on relationships with boys that dont seem to be interested in taking it to the next level. I think Paulo also wishes that this has a finite shelf life, but I think right now we are giving each other what we need right now. He ahs definitely given my trips the needed kick it needed.

You're welcome!

Ask anyone who has met me and know me personally, yes I seem to be the sex maniac in real life as I portray myself in my reports. This has been the huge downfall in my life... always looking for sex. And if there are times I am not horny, it does not take much to get me there, and there is nothing like a sexy young guy that takes me to this state of horniness. How can it not? Especially in Brazil. Also, I am a huge proponent of "faking it till you make it" which means even when not horny, I can get there quickly if I put my mind to it, and get the necessary tools to get me there. TL;DR - I am a slut.

Bonus Sao Paulo topic: I know this is interesting to some people wondering. I was at the Quality Suites Bela Sintra which is just across the street from Espaco Lagoa, and while waiting in the lobby for a friend to come, happend upon this guy, with a client, checking out of the hotel:

It was unmistakenly Adriel Fernandes, the popular stripper in Lagoa and other SP haunts. I guess this confirms that he can be bought. I'd wanna chase that one of these days.

 

He is a regular of my friend who is there right now.  Was Adriel with an Asian Guy ?  He is pricey but he will do everything for price.

[Bucknaway1614502762]

I cannot wait for the next update!

 

[docbr]

Me too! I’m more anxious about Numazu’s update than about the possibility of spending a few days in Rio in January ... Guess I’m still bit afraid of venturing in the saunas during pandemic

[numazu]

Omg. Well let me finish my current trip first and then I’ll post updates lol. Currently I am in Rio and I must say that the saunas are more or less better than earlier in the pandemic.

it’s been raining this past week but today it’s glorious. I must say when Rio redeems itself, the results are amazing. Both at the beach and at the saunas.

I’ll post a new thread about my Christmas and new year adventures, as well as wrap up this thread (so much to write!), but for now, here’s an Ipanema teeming with gays this sunny Saturday:

 

[JBaleUSA]

Best news that I have heard all day. #MWS Adriel Fernandes!

Is Instagram the best way to contact Adriel Fernandes?

Edited December 26, 2020 by JBaleUSA

[asdsrfr]

A recent picture from The Week in Rio and an attempt at social distancing measures. I think the cages actually make things worse and it's just plain crazy! I didn't take the picture--a friend who lives in Rio posted it and he is similarly dismayed.

Edited December 29, 2020 by asdsrfr