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Spain is now open. Any takers?

The previous posts suggested some websites. I would not write off the Madrid sauna (Adan). Though not as good as Barcelona, it still had a good selection of guys from all over, based on my admittedly 8yo experience. I always prefer to meet and see the guy in person first. You never know whether the guy in an internet ad looks anything like the one who actually shows up.

With a few favelas right in the middle and Peru/Bolivia on the outskirts. Blue-haired, fox-stole ladies sharing the sidewalk with cardboard scrappers. Gotta love it.

Palermo is a great area but I recall a nuevo part and a viejo part. Palermo nuevo looks pretty similar to Recoleta. Palermo Viejo is the part with cobblestone streets, leafy trees, and hip restaurants. And PV is divided further into sub-barrios I can't keep track of. Sounds like a great trip and I'd love to hear what it's like the time of corona.

I sense that, in the Arab world as well as the Latin world, some guys consider it macho, a testament to their virility, both that they are desirable enough to be paid money and that they can get it hard, stick it into anything, and keep it hard. Plus, in the Arab world, the tradition of wealthy patrons and "young men in need of protection" goes back to the medieval and ancient eras.

gddmn! This is the kind of fast food sex I love indulging in now and then. I'm sure many hands were trying to feel YOU up - for the cash in your pocket.

The beggars have been in Morocco for centuries. Thanks for the great reports. Maybe I should add Morocco to my "Welcome back, World!" world tour. (It is tantalizingly just across the waters from Spain.)

Your recollections should shatter many preconceptions about these guys. Were there any guy you were tempted to pursue a more "serious" relationship with?

Very interesting but getting slightly off-topic. Somebody (me?) should start a thread about this kind of sponsorship, how likely are they to work out, maybe referrals to some sponsorship agencies.

When I went to Sto Domingo the first time, almost 20 years ago, there was a chic nightclub in the colonial district. It drew a mixed crowd, as in many countries hip young straights head to the gay clubs. Several very hot guys made their availability known, and I picked out one of the wildest romp in my life. That club is no more, but there is news on these forums that a similar one is opening up. I love these kind of places. I suspect the OP would like them too, but they are so few. My guess is to find the most chic gay club anywhere you go and check out the vibe. Colombia has the friendliest, most gregarious people. That can present many opportunities, but also mixed signals, everywhere.

So where did the hot cubans end up in Spain? At Thermas and Adan or in other jobs?

Make it a world tour.

@Enlgishman Any recent updates about Aquarius or Istanbul in general? What days and times are good, how many guys and what types. I'm researching - or just daydreaming. I know the covid situation there is currently dicey but maybe later this year.

Maybe the shutdown of Brazil and Spain is causing memories of my prior prowling grounds to flood back ... In one of the Moroccan beach towns, a guy stood atop a sand dune and waved his dick at me. Right out in the open. He was about 50-75 feet away, and there must have been scores, including children and burqa'd women, who could have seen him had they paid attention. Not my type, but I couldn't help but glare right back, slack-jawed, as the situation was so outrageous. THAT was straight out of Cadinot. In another beach town, I tangled with two construction workers in the bushes next to their site. They lost interest when I wouldn't let them bugger me. As I said, the thrill of the chase usually exceeded that of any capture.

I did take up the offer from the boy on the train. To tell the truth, I closed my eyes in his house that night half-wondering whether I'd wake up alive. When I did, however, all my fear was gone, and I enjoyed 3 days being welcomed by his family and friends and getting to see how working class Fassis (people from Fez) lived. They were nice, good-looking guys only a few years younger than I was, but I wasn't on that wavelength with them and there was no hanky panky. Morocco tested my ability to assess human nature with every single person I met. The good were very good, the bad pretty bad. Looking back, I realize that the shamsters were not hard to spot (they're not good liars and cannot disguise their pushiness) and the hustlers (which means commission grabbers in this context) wouldn't have ripped me off that much. It sounds wise for you to have resisted your boy on the train - he was way too pushy, too fast. I assessed the guy I met for hours while we were on the train. I explicitly asked him if I would have to pay. He looked mildly offended but gave me a clear no. It seemed the unspoken rule was the hustlers and shysters would not directly break their word, so you have to ask bluntly.

Considering that Thermas is mostly basement and sub-basement, the window options don't exist.

The Venezuelans were known as a powerhouse in the beauty pageant world. Naturally, a male beauty pageant was organized at some point, filled with flawless products from their beauty-industrial complex, male edition. Before Gustavo Dudamel became the conductor for the LA Philharmonic, he led the Simon Bolivar Orchestra in Venezuela, which has a large contingent of younger musicians. I saw a performance and there were some black-tied stunners in that orchestra.

I didn't know about Montreal, but the other locales were on my "Final World Sex Tour 2020" list, which I guess will now be 2021-22. Istanbul and maybe Colombia added to that. "Final" because, I had thought, it was time to, you know, "get serious" and do less whorin' around. But there's no time for puritanism after Covid, so I suspect it will be Roarin' 20s, like many predict.

On that same trip I met another guy at 117 who was even less insufficiently-muscled. I mean his muscles stuck straight out. When will the Mr. Rios return?

No offense at all, as this fits with what I read.

You would find Henrique lovely and charming indeed. Tanned, twinkly green eyes, and muscled but not steroidy. His was one phone number I wish I had gotten. I plan on starting a thread on "Garotos as marriage material." We've heard a bit, from you and others, about the garoto as boyfriend, most of which don't last long. (Or maybe the durable relationships stay snuggled in their enviable love nests and don't come back here to post.) Henrique was one of the few about whom I even vaguely entertained that thought. In the US, a real estate agent, like a bank "vice president," could span the gamut from barely qualified to sell french fries to serious money and corporate personality. But it's at least a middle class, middle education position that offers some hope of compatibility, as I and I imagine most of us here are in that same broad segment. (PS - I read that the one-time porn star Tag Eriksson is a real estate broker in Scandinavia pulling in 7 figures. Imagine the lucky guy bagging that.)

I actually stayed at the Hotel Kosmopolit some years ago. It was full of ordinary middle-class travelers, even families. I wonder what they thought about the Kosmopolit cinema next door. I remember seeing a lot of "track-suit" guys at and around the hotel. You know, young guys from the Mediterranean and Middle East who always seem to be in running pants and who are always hanging around, harmless but doing nothing in particular. I never sensed any possibility from them but maybe I was stupid. The theater itself was as grody as described and, more important, the talent was far below what I had gotten accustomed to in Brazil and Spain. There was one druggy guy, one dark, unattractive guy with a fat dick, and several trans- and cis-female hookers.

I've never been much for gay resorts, gay cruises, or gay circuit parties. Maybe it's internalized homophobia ("Too many homos!") but gay tourism often captures the worst in mass market tourism. Pretty much no place can survive the onslaught of cruise ships - even Venice. If the ”you get what you pay for” concerns guaranteed good weather, then just look at any nearby island that has the exact same weather. (Not to mention the islands off Croatia, Sicily, and Spain.) Other than the gay nightlife and jet set glitter, it's never been clear to me what advantage Mykonos has over other Aegean destinations. Santorini, at least as touristy, is nevertheless more beautiful than the pictures I've seen of Mykonos, with a mind-blowing history, and Crete has history, archaeology, art, food, wine, scenery, mountains, gorges, mythology ... all in addition to sun and sea. Maybe find your companionship in Barcelona or Zurich and spring for the ticket to fly him to some other, far more wholesome and "authentic" island. (My childhood fantasy was being with Peter Gallagher in Summer Lovers, which was set on Santorini, but still ... Peter Gallagher!)

Is all the meat in the hammams halal?

A Brazilian guy at the Termas in Barcelona explained to me why he still worked the saunas at 40-50EUR a pop when he was also advertising online for 200+. (He said he was making even more when he toured the U.S., which made me vaguely recall his ad on Rentmen.) He said the saunas were easy because he could snag multiple clients in a few hours without shlepping all over. He also said internet ads, for some reason, don't get that many customers in Spain. I imagine no-shows, bad addresses, and other logistical mishaps occur frequently with internet dates.