Axiom2020

Muito obrigado!  I enjoyed the read and appreciated your sharing.  Perhaps I'll make it back to "Mother Brasil" and to Rio de Janeiro one of these years. 
Since I do not speak or write Brazilian Portuguese or Espanol, what's the meaning of "Novinho?"

In Rio since last Saturday! I wrote a report but it is in Spanish, here it is in case you want to read it.
https://ilikepinga.com/2024/04/16/lunes-en-point-202/
I am staying in a small airbnb in Copanema, with a cozy and private terrace featuring a jacuzzi and a bbq pit. The host is an American Black guy, a former NFL player, and the coolest host I ever had, communication has been great. I may disappoint you, @floridarob, as this year terrace is more private and, besides, I've learned my lesson and will not behave as an entitled asshole.
The days have been great so far, fully sunny or cloudy but not a drop of rain. It is my first time in Ipanema, I have enjoyed a lot my walks around. I visited the Museu Histórico de Forte de Copacabana, probably one of the worst museums I have even been too. I did love to walk around the former fort itself.
On Sunday I did my first attempt to hire from a website, as I was not in the mood to go out to a sauna after a long exploration of my neighborhood. A gorgeous man, but we had no chemistry and my dick did not get hard not even when he sucked it. Definitely, I am going through andropausia and just pictures or video are not enough to guarantee attraction.
Fortunately, I went to Point last night and my unreliable dick delivered strong hard ons. The place was thriving with one of the most diverse GPs crowds I have ever seen, there even was a guy with only one leg. The ratio client/GP was very good for clients. I hooked with a BEAUTIFUL boy, he was 20 but looked like 17. We are planning a threesome at my place soon. I did not bring him to my airbnb yet. I met with my favorite boy from last trip and came to my airbnb, and also had a great time. 
Point's remodeling seems to be finished. They have two very nice new cabins where the smokers bar used to be, they assign me one of those. Instead of following the count up to identify the rooms, my cabin was "Siqueira Campos". I did not check the tag on the other cabin. There is still room for the washer and a couple of tables where the hopless smokers hang out. The atmosphere was amazing as usual, the reason why I prefer 202 over 117. It reminds me of those hooker houses for straight men that we see in the movies, with the hookers having fun and socializing with the clients diving in a party mood together. Very unlike 117.
As I read (I think in CoM) that they are scamming clients overcharging us at check out, I was very careful to check my bill. It was spotless, and it would have been very tempting for a scammer to smuggle a false charge, as I had a lot of items. 6 caipirinhas, 1 jack Daniel, one red bull, one water, one cabin, one client ticket and one GP ticket, everything was slightly over 300 R.

Fuck, this sounds so hot!  I'm waiting for the day or night when I'll receive one hell of a "train" or gang bang from 4 or 5 guys who've been lined up: engine to caboose to engage in that one hot trip for me.

Hello again! I hope my fellow horny travelers are doing well. This is the final installment of “Homecoming” the first day of my 5 day trip to Santo Domingo. I will be talking about my first afternoon and evening experience in Santo Domingo. The sex gets pretty wild at night so I highly recommend reading through or skipping to the end. Forewarning, this post is extremely long and detailed, I also apologize in advance for any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. My first day there is what I remember most vividly so I have been going into great detail, hopefully to y’all’s enjoyment. But I’m certain y’all are curious (or maybe frustrated 😂) about the rest of the trip and the guys I hooked up with. Don’t fret, I promise that I will get to writing those trip reports soon and include dick pictures of the boys. And like the other posts I will link part one and two below for y’all’s convenience. 
 
https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/47678-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-1/
 
https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/48332-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-2/
 
Homecoming part 3 (Final) - Secret gay Elites, night out in the Zona and night poundings on the terrace 😈
 
I step out the door of the Airbnb with the sun beating down on me. As my eyes begin to squint, I put on my sunglasses as the fisherman locks the front door. We stroll the streets together discussing first where to eat and then our plans after. Not reaching a decision I told him I know a place someone recommended on the Conde (the main pedestrian street of the Zona Colonial) called Petrus. As we come up to the resturant we see the outside bustling with activity. A very large buffet with a great variety of local specialities are on display being served to customers to tourists and locals alike. Tempted, yet aware of the activities I would be participating in the evening, I opted to pick a dish from the menu and we take a seat inside. 
 
As we sit down, a gorgeous man walks to our table. 6’ feet, dark skin, dark green eyes, large perfectly braided hair, with a colorful printed short sleeve shirt, tight white Jeans, and impeccably clean high tops. He places his hands on the table as he towers over us, his large gold jewelry swinging against his chest with an intoxicating perfume emanating from him. He enthusiastically says hello to the fisherman and gives him a firm hand a hug. After a quick greeting the fisherman introduces me. We’ll just call him Mr Versace. They chat for a few minutes before Me Versace excuses himself says his farewell. As he walks away I see the back of his shirt says Casablanca. I let a bewildered “Casablanca?”, the fisherman asks what I’m talking about. “I’ve always wanted a Casablanca shirt, but they are a like, 700 to over 1000 euros, where did he even get that?!”. The fisherman laughs “I’m not surprised” he says as he puts a piece of steak in his mouth. “He has a lot of very wealthy clientele, some have even taken him to Europe. He is top but will bottom for the right price”. And with that the Chisme (gossip) begins. 
 
As the fisherman enjoys his steak and I begin to tuck into my grilled chicken breast and salad. He talks about the extreme wealth (and a bit of the underbelly) of some clientele. The one story I will tell of the multiple I was told is of an extremely wealthy American who lives in a penthouse in Piatini (the wealthiest neighborhood of Santo Domingo). A couple of years back Mr Versace once brought the fisherman there to participate in an orgy. Mr Versace tells him it will be an all day affair and only people that Versace vets for are invited. They are the first to arrive with his penthouse flanked with security. As they go in, phones have to be turned off and left with security. Apparently the client confines himself in his sky palace, paranoid and never leaving his secured perimeter. He told me he’s always on the phone either talking or checking “stock” (which to me sounds like he’s checking cryptocurrency) and were left alone for over an hour. He told me the bar is stocked with every liquor imaginable, so they poured themselves drinks and waited. When finished the client brings them to the bedroom, once inside he opens a safe and pulls a tiered box with every drug imaginable. All for the boys pleasure. After they pick their poison, and begin the ride up the sex begins. However a problem arises, the client wants to top the fisherman. The fisherman (a strict top) declines, and apparently that ended the session. The client gets up, goes to another safe, pulls out 500 dollars, hands it to the fisherman and asks Mr Versace to show him out and to bring him someone else. The fisherman told me he never returned or was invited there again. In awe I tell him it’s almost like a movie, but I’m not surprised. In this era of crypto moguls, financial scammers, etc there is much hidden and sketchy wealth. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on the run from the US government, to which he agrees. He tells me there are a lot of wealthy fugitives that have escaped to the Dominican Republic. One could only imagine the secret lives of these individuals. 
 
Leaving the resturant, we had two things on the agenda, setting up the spare phone for the fisherman and to exchange the large amount of money I was carrying in my bum bag. Near the resturant in find a cellphone shop for the fisherman to set up his phone and connect his SIM card. Once I found out the phone was truly unlocked I left him in the shop and walked a few paces to the currency exchange. For anyone wanting to exchange currency in the DR, Frank el Azuano is the best! (if you google that name it will come up) Excuse my French but the Banks in the US rape your wallet when ordering Dominican pesos. And exchange in the DR anywhere else has either shitty rates or high commission. At Frank’s there is no commission and the exchange rate is almost the same as what you see currently on your phone. You do have to look for it as it is not directly facing the Conde but it is easily found. 
 
After exchanging my dollars to much needed pesos I walk back to the cellphone shop. As I head toward the entrance the fisherman walks out. “The phone works and you can call me anytime now” he says with a smile to which I reply “Perfect”. With the two things settled we walk down the Conde, passing the colorful shops and sellers back to the Airbnb. 
 
Once back in the Airbnb I go to the kitchen to pour myself a drink as the fisherman plugs his new phone to charge and download WhatsApp. As he starts to contact his family to assure them he’s fine, I go to the bedroom to count my money again and put most of it away in the safe. While putting some stuff away the fisherman calls me to help him out with the phone. He asks me to sit next to him and asks if I can help him download some games and applications on the phone. After going through the App Store he tells me he’s going to go back to his place and collect some of his things. I told him “of course, you are going to be with me for the whole trip” while looking down at his phone making sure the apps were downloading smoothly. He then pulls my hand and presses my palm on his hard erection. “You are going to give me some before I go right?” He says with his signature naughty grin. “Mmmmmmm” I moan “give me a second”. 
 
I grab my drink run to the bathroom and turn on the water for the shower. With my long douching nozzle attached and by religiously taking my fiber supplement “Pure for men” (to my fellow active bottoms, if you have not used this product before buy it, like now, you will thank me later) deep cleanup was a breeze, in under 10 minutes. I walk out of the bathroom, wrapped with a towel, still damp. I turn to see him at the bedroom door. Just in his tank top jacking off. “Get on the side of the bed” he growled, I throw the towel on the bed, swipe the Vaseline and poppers from the night stand, lube my hole and get on all fours on the side of the bed. As I hear him walk up I open the poppers and take a deep, deep drag. 
 
In one fell swoop he drives all of himself in as a let out a yell. “Coño, I love how you take dick” (or something along those lines) and starts to pound my hole. I start yell moaning as he keeps going deeper and harder in my hole. I can feel him hitting my second hole while I’m pushing on on his dick. “Si, si” I hear him moan as I hear my bussy getting wetter and wetter. I take more drags of my poppers and he pushes on my back pressing me down to the bed. He starts to go faster and faster, and I feel his dick hitting all my walls. His moaning starts to get higher pitched and he grabs my shoulders to pull me up and back. And with a load yell he shoots his load, and slam pounds with each shot. And with each slam I yell and moan loudly with ecstasy. He pulls out quickly and I collapse on the bed. Head spinning, hole throbbing, and just in heaven. My face was basically this emojie 🥴. And, like clockwork he ran to the shower to clean himself off. 
 
Hearing the water run I get up and go to the bathroom. This is the point where I ask him why the shower EVERY time he cums, he shrugs telling me it’s a Dominican thing while lathering his dick and balls. And I explain to him how I like to have sex and that it didn’t make sense to me. He laughed and told me just forget about it, and with that I made my peace. When I walk into the bedroom he asks if I can give a couple hundred of Dominican pesos ( around 3 usd) so he could get a bike taxi to his place. I tell him sure, and as I go to grab my backpack it falls to the ground with my travel folio tipping out and the spare coin change littering the floor. As he hears the commotion he comes to the bed room and immediately helps me pick up. 
 
As he goes to grab some of the coins his eyes widen. “Where is this coin from?” He shows the me the coin in his hand with childlike excitement.  “It’s from Georgia, the money they use is called Lari” I tell him and he inspects it further. He says that it’s so cool, he had never seen a coin like that before. Told him it’s from my last trip, and that I love to collect coins. “Me too!” He exclaims “my dream is to have currency and coins from every country in the world, I have been collecting since I was a kid!”. As he sits there inspecting the coin, all I could think about is an alternate reality where we would fall in true love at this moment and live happily ever after. 
 
I pick up the rest of the coins, take a seat on the side of the bed and tell him to sit next to me. I pull some Georgian Lari, a Swiss franc, an Azerbaijani gapik, some Turkish and Lebanese lira, and some Danish Krone. “Here, add this to your collection” I told him, “and everytime you see them, think of me”. His eyes widened as I put a part of our shared passion in his hand. He looked at me with his loving eyes, kissed me, and hugged me deeply. “Thank you, really thank you, this means a lot” as he hugged me tighter. He pulls away and looks at his new treasures again before putting them away in his pockets. We get dressed and as he heads to the door he tells me he will call me when he’s on the way back. I ask him how long and he tells me just a few hours, and I respond smiling “I’ll be here waiting for you”. And with that he leaves to collect his things, for time contexts is around almost 4pm. 
 
Alone in the Airbnb, I go to the kitchen to pour myself another drink. I check my phone to confirm with my twitter contacts that I would be available tomorrow and with contacts I had on WhatsApp. I also check in with my other big dick Top that was staying with me during the trip. He confirms that he would meet up tomorrow and says he would arrive at 7pm. Once I was finished with that I opened Grindr while in incognito mode. As I predicted the variety of guys was much greater than what came up in search. I change my name to “Culon Cremoso 💦” and edit my profile in Spanish. Going through the plethora of tops, I messaged guys that piqued my interest, and with my profile name and info the responses were swift. 
 
After around 2 hours of coordinating I decide to take a walk to my favorite park, Parque Duarte. In my short shorts and the amber rose sky above me I make my way to the park. The park and plaza is already bustling. Locals hanging out after work, groups of friends huddled together and laughing and tourists passing through, a wave of nostalgia and joy comes over me. I head to the micro mart facing the park like I do every time. I ask for a bottle of Presidente beer (I’m not a beer drinker but I love the taste and lightness of this beer so much), take a seat at a bench and watch the world go by. 
 
As I take sips of my ice cold beer, basking in the tropical glow with my sunglasses on, I pull my out my phone to check any new messages. Suddenly, through the corner of my eye, i see a man b-lining towards me, crossing the traffic filled street. I keep my head looking forward, trying to act like I didn’t see him coming. He’s around 5’8, Dominican, short yet dirty hair, dark eyes and medium slim build. Attractive but not my type. He comes towards me and says a quick hello, klk. I respond and tell him I’m good thanks, just relaxing. “Si, si” he responds, he tells me he parks cars on street that he just came from. I tell him ok and look down at my phone, then he asks if I’m alone. I told him right now, yes I am alone. He asks if I have a boyfriend to which I chuckle “no I don’t have a boyfriend” while still looking at my phone. “Look” he says, and when I look up he’s grabbing his dick through his pants, the outline is huge as he grips. He says he saw how my ass looks when I was walking and wants to fuck, and then asks if I lived close by. Aroused but not knowing exactly when the fisherman would be back I declined. He puts a disappointed face and asks if I can give him money for food. Airing on the side of caution and not wanting to pull my wallet out or have him following me after giving him cash. I tell him I don’t have any cash on me, But I offer him the rest of my beer which he gladly accepts. As he walks away he tells me he is there every night and if I ever want him to come fuck me I know where to find him. I tell him ok and with that I go back to my Airbnb, not knowing that he would be rompiendo mi culo (breaking my ass) sometime during my stay. 
 
I make it back to the apt sometime before it gets dark (around 7pm). Still not having heard from the fisherman I decided to give him a call. He answers and tells me he’s about to be on the way and would be there soon. And with that I hop in the shower, do my skincare early, and pick my clothes for the evening. Again slipping on my navy chubbies, I don my favorite grey silk-cotton long sleeve rolled up to my elbows with my chest exposed. Checking myself in the mirror I give a self nod of approval, spray my favorite Parfum “Paragon” by initio, and with that Im ready to take on the night. 
 
As I go to the living room to crack open the the bottle of Hennessy I hear a knock on the door. As I open the door, I see the fisherman, with multiple bags in tow and dressed in his going out clothes. He gives me a hug and I offer him a drink which he gladly accepts. He asks if he can charge his new phone for a little bit before we head out and I tell him take all the time that he needs. I ask if he was hungry to which he shrugs, says he’s not really hungry and tells me he will just eat the leftovers from lunch. I pull out the to go container, place the food on a plate and fire up the oven to warm the food. “Oh I have a surprise for you” he tells me as he digs through his bag. He pulls out a plastic baggy with some shaggy weed “I got us some krispy (Dominican marijuana) I remember how much you liked it last time” he says with a big grin. I giggle and blush at the gesture, “we are gonna have fun tonight eh?” I tell him with a cheeky smile. He seconds with his mischievous grin “Vamos a ver” (we will see). 😈
 
As we finish our first round of drinks, I go to pour myself a refill and tell him about my encounter at the park. “Oh you must have met 14” he tells me. “14?” I ask. “They call him 14 because of his 14 inch guevo, he was really popular, especially with tourists. But he fell into a really bad drug habit” as he sips the last of his drink. “Oh?”, “yeah, it’s a good thing you didn’t invite him alone here, he might have tried to rob you or caused problems. He has a good dick but if you want to meet him you should have me around so he doesn’t misbehave” he then turns to me and again puts on his devilish grin “I wouldn’t mind seeing him romper Tu Culo”. I chuckle and give him the same response he gave me, “Vamos a ver” 
 
With the fisherman’s belly full and my body feeling the buzz from my third Hennessy we finally head to our night on the town. Passing by resturants, cafes and bars we make it to the Conde. Walking down the pedestrian street he sees a van with the trunk open, filled to the brim with cigarettes, condoms, vapes, generic viagra and so much more. “Can we stop here? I want to get a vape.” “Sure” I tell him as he approaches the street salesman and gives him a big handshake. He picks a vape, rolling papers, a lighter and before paying the man he asks how much is the viagra. “500 pesos a sleeve” the man says, he asks if I can spot him and I ask if that stuff is safe. “Yeah I used it before, and we might need it later 😈” I laugh and pass him 500 pesos (8.50 usd) and with our wares we continue along the Conde looking for our next watering hole. 
 
As we go bar to bar, drink after drink, the night starts flying by. I see him constantly texting and sending voices messages on his phone but it doesn’t really bother me knowing he was MIA from his contacts for a couple of weeks. As the night progresses we end up at a club off the Conde called “Safe zone bar and Lounge”. “This place is good” he tells me “they have good drinks and the music is great”. “Let’s do it!” I tell him as the bouncer opens the door to let us in. “No te prequpes, ya se va a llenar” (don’t worry it’s going to fill up) says one of the bouncers as we walk into blaring lights and the beat of Dominican reggaeton pulsing on our skin. When inside the two story neon lit club the place was empty, like super empty. We were the only customers in the place. “Sorry we can go somewhere else” says the fisherman to which o reply Fuck it, let’s grab a drink, sit upstairs and just enjoy ourself. 
 
We cozy up on a banquette on the second floor, Order our drinks of Rum and coke and Brugal rum on the rocks and move our bodies with the music. The fisherman moves closer to me and has his body touch mine. I turn and ask him if it was ok to do that here and he told me this bar was actually a “BI” bar, so any form of simple same sex intimacy goes. We pound our drinks and get another round, we continue dancing, taking selfies and making videos. And just enjoying eachothers company. While getting my third drink the fisherman passes me his phone and says look. I see pictures of men, sexy rugged men, to which he explains that he has been contacting them so they could meet me tomorrow. “Van a dar te mucho leche” 😈 (they are going to give you a lot of cum) he says. “Dilen que estoy listo” I tell him, looking seductively in his eyes. My anticipation was building. 
 
As the club started filling around 1130pm my horniess was building rapidly. The anticipation of the guys tomorrow, the constant body contact I was having with the fisherman, and the slew of drinks was releasing my inner slut. Thinking of an excuse to leave, I ask if we can go back to the apt to charge my phone because I was at 20% battery. “Whatever you want” he says and with that we leave the club and take the short walk back to the Apt. 
 
Entering the apartment I go to charge my phone and ask him if he can roll two joints of Krispy for us while we wait for my phone to charge. Without hesitation, he starts to break and roll while I pour myself a half drink and run to the bathroom. I double check to make sure I’m clean and I was still all clear to go. With that confirmation I grab some lube, poppers and shove them into my pocket. 
 
Walking back into the living room, he shows me he rolled to joints and were ready to smoke at any time. “You know we haven’t used the jacuzzi or terrace yet” I tell him with a horny grin. His eyes immediately lit as he let out a growl. Grabbing the two joints he opens the door to the terrace and starts getting undressed While I turn the jacuzzi on. Naked he pulls a side table next to the jacuzzi with a ashtray, leaves one joint on the table and slips in. As I’m taking off my clothes, he goes ahead and lights the joint, taking a deep drag. Sliding next to him our naked bodies touch, I look down and see him fully erect under the bubbling water. A let out an “mmmmmm” as my hand grabs a hold of his and I start to rub up and down. He takes another drag and let’s out a deep moan. Seeing that my hands were busy underwater he puts the joint to my lips so I could have a puff. 
 
I take 3 Hits, as I feel my buzz getting stronger. I grip his dick tighter and roll my eyes back imagining him fucking me. Seeing this he slides up and sits on the edge of the jacuzzi with his dick next to my face. “Chupa lo, perra” (suck it slut) he growls. I immediately start to suck on the head, using my tongue and making a light suction with my lips. He tilts his head back and moans while Im doing this. With a light grip around shaft I start to work my way down, getting is dick wet and making noises from the suction and saliva dripping down his dick. A start a twisting of my head motion, my tongue fully extended, and have his dick dick get wetter with each slide down my throat. “Perra” he exclaims when I start pushing the head of his dick to the back of my throat and squeeze the head with my soft palette making more noise and suction. He then starts going wild, shaking and moaning, loving how I’m sucking his dick. 
 
After what seems like ages, he turns rough. He grabs the top of my head and hairs and pushing my head down extremely hard on his dick. I feel the chlorinated water splashing on my face as tears well up in my eyes from the brutal onslaught. “This is what you wanted right? You want this right” his dick bruising the back of my throat as I cry and gasp for what little air I could get. After what seems likes ages again, I tap out. I pull back, choke, cough and gasp for air while globs of saliva stream down the side of my face. Then, without warning he slaps me, not hard enough to hurt but enough to sting. “Perra”he growled “get up and go on all fours there”. He points to the L shaped sectional built in to the terrace wall. Know what’s to cum I grab the poppers and a towel which throw to the angle of the sectional and get into position. 
 
With my face down and ass up I straddle the v-shape of the sectional and wait for the impact. While doing these I can hear people down on the street and cars passing by, I chuckle to my self and imagine the show we were about to put on. Behind me I can hear the lighter flickering to which I assume was to light the second joint. With in thirty seconds the joint was pushed right to my face “Fuma perra, fuma!” (smoke bitch, smoke!) he barked “abre ese culo” (open up that hole). I frantically take multiple quick and deep drags, before he snatches it from my hand. I turn my head back to see him holding the joint in his mouth while smoking. He grabs to lube, dispenses a huge glob, slathers his dick and roughly tosses the lube to the side.
 
I hear a growling “Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii” as I feel him separate my ass cheeks, opening my hole. Anticipating what’s to come to take a deep hit of poppers, and without warning he rams all of dick in my hole with the cold thick lube pooling around my ass hole. I let out a loud yell to which he slaps the back of my head. “Callate, Callate!” With each stroke getting getting rougher and deeper in my hole. I start to gnash my teeth and hold my breath as his brutal onslaught on my hole grows more vigorous. Feeling the ash of joint scater on my back, he gets rougher. He smacks my ass, the sting barely felt due to my hole simultaneously being pounded open. He then puts both hands on my ass, grabs and pulls while he goes even faster and deeper. I start letting out moan and whimpers as i feel him pulling my insides out with each blow. As I keep taking more hits from my poppers the sensation only intensifies. 
 
With him digging me out like that my hole could grip any more and started naturally pushing out. I then could feel spurts of warmth deep inside. “Eso me gusta perra, no te pares” (I like that slut, don’t stop) he growls as my hole pushes out even more. My hole begins to make noises and I can’t control my voice anymore. I start moaning loudly once I feel my hole leaking with precum and fluids dripping down my taint to my balls. 
 
“Coño, Coño, COÑO!!!!!” He yells and then I feel him shoot the biggest load. He pounds with each twitch and shoots more and more inside me. With his final shot, he buries his dick as deep as he can into my bussy. I take deep breaths trying to recover, but then he smacks my ass again, this time even harder. And starts to pound my flooded ass. I guess he may have seen my confused face because he lets out a laugh mid stroke. “This how you like to take dick right? You told me this is how you like get get fucked. I’m going to impregnate you tonight”. He returns to deep digging my hole, with my bussy getting noisier and wetter with each stroke. I start moaning and whimpering loudly but this time it was ignored as he was getting loader himself. 
 
Because I can go on and on about how he fucked me, I’ll condense the rest. 
 
He keeps me at that position, tearing my hole up relentlessly. After what’s like an hour doing this, he tells me get on the sectional completely on all fours. He gets on his knees and starts pound me out there. I tell him to let me play with his dick using my hole and he agrees. I get his dick beyond creamy as I use his pole to churn my hole. After a while he takes back control.  He starts to pre cum again and hits the right angle in my hole and I begin splashing. Dumbfounded yet even more turned on he pulls back my head and grabs my throat and loads me up with his second nut. From there he moves me to the corner of the sectional. Legs splayed out, feet on the ground and laying flat on the cushion he digs me out in this position for ages. Pounding me from the side, above and every which angle. Feeling that he is going to cum again he flips me on my back with my ass hanging on the side of the sectional and begins to deep stroke. As he got closer he started pounding super deep and grabbed my neck in a light choke. He kept tightening his grip on my throat till he finally busted his third and final nut. 
 
I feel the fisherman’s body shake as pulls his dick out of my hole and collapses on top of me. Drenched in sweat and our chests pressed together as we try catching our breath. I let out a loud sigh as the fisherman moans in contentment. All of the sudden we hear loud voices on the street. I laugh and tell him we must have made quite the show. He laughs as well as he peels he body off of mine. As I turn around and look at the sectional I gleam with pride seeeing my cream and our juices splattered every where like a Jackson Pollock painting. Then my pride turns into shock, “Fuck! How the hell are we going to clean this?”. The fisherman then immediately flips all the cushions over only showing the clean side. He laughs and tells me problem solved. Uneasy, but not willing to deal with trying figure out how to wash outdoor cushions in the middle of the night we leave everything outside and head to the shower. 
 
Under the warm shower we lather ourselves up and clean eachother. We constantly kiss and tell eachother how amazing it was. Both of us in awe of the amazing chemistry we have together.  We get out of the shower, dry up, and hop into bed. As a lay on my side the fisherman presses the front of his body on the back of mine. He gently kisses the nape of my neck and tells me good night. Before closing my eyes I realized I forgot to check my phone. Extending my hand to the night stand I grab my phone and see that it was already almost 4am. That was my signal to put the screen face down and go to bed. 
 
I hope y’all enjoyed reading, stay tuned for the upcoming trip reports. I promise that I will post them soon! 🙏
 

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Thanks for the reports!

hi @babybear2
Definitely São Paulo, for the greatest sextacation. If you're into a classic tourist mood, Rio de Janeiro offers more options, but I'd recommend checking the weather—Rio with thunderstorms isn't enjoyable at all and can/will spoil the experience, As it happened to me, it was rainy the whole week, so i didnt do too much outdoor stuff
As for the GPs, there's no doubt in my mind that São Paulo's Lagoa is the best. I doubt there's a better place in the Americas than Lagoa. I was there yesterday, and not only was it bustling with many clients and tons of beautiful GPs, but it was also incredibly fun. The atmosphere was so joyful, you could feel it in the air. Call me cheesy, but it was one of the best days of mysexlife—it was everything I ever wanted and more. it was a candy shop. didnt know where to look or what to grab. 
Surprisingly, I'm not even sore with all those 9"+. At one point, I was sitting with three stunning GPs—one blonde, one brunette, and one mulatto—and could have had three more if i wanted, so there were other clients sitting with hot GPs. I'm already making reservations for SP in August; I'm unsure if I'll give Rio another try—117 and Point 202 don't offer the same quality of GPs or facilities that one can find in São Paulo's Lagoas. Once I'm settled, I'll write up a couple of reports. I hope Lagoa remains as good as it's always been, but last night was heavenly—one for the records. I'll cherish that Saturday forever, to tell my grandkids  
 

Eager to read the report ! 

Could've been the 3rd of 4th....would you have known 😝

Fuck, this sounds so hot!  I'm waiting for the day or night when I'll receive one hell of a "train" or gang bang from 4 or 5 guys who've been lined up: engine to caboose to engage in that one hot trip for me.

Fuck, this sounds so hot!  I'm waiting for the day or night when I'll receive one hell of a "train" or gang bang from 4 or 5 guys who've been lined up: engine to caboose to engage in that one hot trip for me.

Hello y’all! As the title reads above this is part 2 of my arrival and first day in Santo Domingo. I’ll be sharing details of my first 24 hours back with the Fisherman, the experiences we shared together, some info of what was planned for the following days of my trip and of course the sex.* 😈 I will link part 1 incase you missed it for y’all’s convenience. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/47678-homecoming-santo-domingo-trip-report-day-1-part-1/
 
Homecoming Part 2 - Sex, romance and some outdoor play* 
 
*edit - because of the amount of details I kept giving about our morning together and the length of this post alone. I’ll call part two “Sex, coffee and forever bonded”. I will go into details of our outdoor play and wild night in homecoming part 3. 
 
I feel the Fisherman’s warm body on my back, his dick still pulsating in my hole. Our bodies hot, starting to get sweaty, my chest and face pressed against the against the cool floor. It’s an awesome sensation. I feel him slowly pull his dick out of my hole and he pops right up as my body slides on the floor. Still trying to catch my breath he tells me to go to the bedroom and wait for him on the side of the bed while he goes to rinse off* I happily oblige. 
 
(*) Side note - I’ve noticed an interesting pattern among Dominican men, and it’s even more visible between Straight/Bi vs Gay men. Only in the DR I’ve experienced this trend of “straight/Bi” men immediately rinsing off after cuming. Like even though they know and I know that we are about to continue fucking and they are gonna bust a another load. These guys immediately run to the shower after climaxing. Every. Single. Time. It’s like this form of ablution that I still can’t wrap my head around. No 5 minute breather, no pillow talk, just a direct b line to the shower. With gay guys they will bust a nut in your hole, keep going then bust again, and then when finally tapped out they will go shower (that’s the type of sex that I’m accustomed to). I even asked the Fisherman once about this and if there was some reasoning behind it. He just shrugged and told me “it’s a thing that Dominicans do” (he did skip the habit a few times after we had that conversation though). It would be interesting to see if anyone else has any input on this. 
 
Hearing the shower turn on I peel myself off the floor and go to the bedroom to check my phone. I had received already quite a few messages from Grindr from opening that app once at the airport. Changing my name to “Culon Cremoso 💦” (big creamy ass) and having a raunchy description in Spanish of what I was looking for was already garnering attention. It was exactly the affect I wanted, but today I belonged completely to the Fisherman. So I switched my profile to incognito mode and shelved the messages for later. 
 
As the shower turns off I get myself into position. On all fours with my ass sticking out on the side of the bed. I hear him go “mmmmmmmm”, I turn my head back to look at him. He had that mischievous smirk and was rubbing his growing dick. I start shaking my ass and then feel his dick pressing on my hole. In one stroke he slides his whole dick in while I let out a shakey moan. He then starts digging out my hole, slow then fast, fast then slow. Feeling his damp skin pressing against my ass. With drops of water dripping from his braid and splashing on my back like rain. Keeping with his pace I start bouncing on his dick and he begins to moan hard while grip his dick coming in and push out when pull away. We do this for while, both us getting sweaty as the ac couldn’t cool us down fast enough and then I completely pull away. He slaps my ass and tells me to get back on his dick but I tell him “no, get on bed”. I spread my legs wide, chest pressed to the bed and the top of my head anchored against the headboard. He lets out growl and rams his dick in my hole. I let out a yelp, as he starts to pound me out. My moaning keeps getting louder the hard he dug. He was digging so hard that the sweat from his body was dripping all over mine. He then started angling himself in different directions to destroy the walls of my hole while my head was bouncing off the headboard. It was pure ecstasy. 🤤 Then with a stroke that went balls deep, he stopped and held it there. With out saying anything he took his hands and started to push my ass down and had me spread eagle. Once in this position he started piledriving my hole. I was gasping for air, scream moaning while he only kept going harder and deeper. And then without warning he piledrives so deep he hits my second hole, belts out a yell moan and shoots his load. I belt again “oh my God” when feeling his load fill my hole. He makes sure to give every bit, and as he pulls out cum starts to leak from my hole. I move to lay on my side, hole twitching and body spasming as he goes to shower off once again. 
 
It was his second nut of the morning, it was 730, the sun was rising and the noise of streets were slowly seeping into the apt. 
 
I laid in bed catching my breath, smiling and thinking to myself. I was finally back, reunited with the fisherman, and was ready to experience more. Little did I know what was to come. 😈 As he comes out of the shower, he’s wet and shivering. I soon realize the A/C was on full blast, I let out a small laugh and tell him to hurry and hop into bed. I turn over to grab the remote for the air conditioning and turn it off as he comes under the covers with me. He asks if we can rest which I gladly tell him yes but warn him I have to wake up in two hours for a work call. He sighs in relief and wraps his arms around me. And we soon fall asleep. 
 
Feeling the fisherman’s warm body against mine I woke and looked at my phone. It’s almost 11 and it has been blown up from work. “Fuuuuuuck” I let out in a frustrated groan as my bed mate grogily asks if everything is ok. As I try to explain he simply responds with just “mhmm” and I start feeling his dick pressing against my ass. I pause as he starts slowly pressing his dick closer and closer to my crack and hole. I move my hand behind me and his dick begins to grow as I move up hand up and down. Knowing I’m still full of cum and lubed up I tell him to feel my hole. His finger then feels up bussy and he flicks to make a wet gushing sound. He growls and while on my side, bends me forward with my ass sticking towards him. He grabs the lube next to the bedside table, slathers his dick and slides right up into and i let out a deep gasp. 
 
He’s in all the way. His dick pulsing and I can feel him precuming inside. And he starts to stroke while on my side. I let out load moans with each stroke as he goes deeper and feels every inch of my walls. The more he fucks my hole starts to make noises as I push out on his dick to get him wetter. “Coño” he says, I look back and see him biting his lips together, eyes closed and truly enjoying the sensation. This goes on for almost 30 mins tell he tells me he’s about to cum. I tell him “wait wait” and pull away. Sorta in shock and disappointment he asks if I’m ok. I tell him i want to try a different position. 
 
I stay mostly on my side but splay my leg out to right and point my ass out and turn my torso to look at him. He smiles his naughty smile as he straddles my bottom leg and rams his dick up on me. I let out a loud cry moan and then the onslaught begins. I look at him, moaning, smiling, wincing, in pain, in ecstasy. He starts to “Eres una Perra, ERES UNA PERRA” while wrecking my hole. As I keep pushing my hole out I start splashing and the minute he sees it he lets out a load yell and shoots another load in my hole. He’s pulls out quickly and leans back. He tells me he can’t believe how good it is while trying to catch his breath. I pulled his third nut. 
 
As he goes hops to get in the shower (as usual after the nut) I follow behind. Under the warm water we start cleaning eachother and give the occasional kiss. He starts to ask if I missed him and liked the way he felt and I happily told him yes, 100% 😈. He then pulled back and started singing. Literally singing in the shower while the suds ran his body. It was the corniest, cutest and sexiest thing ever. The fun boy next door things that makes a guy fall in love. 
 
As he finishes washing off. He asks if I’m done, I tell him gonna take a few minutes to wash my face and I’ll meet him outside in a minute. As he wipes down and steps out of the bathroom, I cleanse my swollen hole and start my skincare ritual. After finishing my routine and drying down I step out and call my work. I explain that there will be difficulties getting a hold of me over the next few days and we can shelve any calls and meetings for when I return. Which they reluctantly agree with, as I’m finishing my call I smell the waft of coffee coming from the kitchen and I’m immediately drawn in. 
 
I see him in the light filled kitchen, over the stove using a moca pot. Just in his basketball shorts and his bare torso peppered in tattoos in full display. I get horny again, but hold myself back. Knowing there was more to come. Over coffee we catch up on life, recap on the years gone by. As we continue catching up things get sorta serious. He tells me that he has been lonely, more so since his best friends have been gone. Most have left to the US and have not been back and he has no one in Santo Domingo. And then out of no where he starts to tear up. He said he couldn’t believe that God has brought us back together and I came back during a very difficult part of his life. I get up from from my seat and deeply hug as he lets out more tears. People would think it’s a moment of weakness, but I was there as his friend and told him we will never lose one another again. These are the moments that solidified our relationship. It was no longer transactional (even though I made sure he was compensated this trip, even though he was hesitant to take it) and we reached a level of true friendship. Yes we were lovers but we became soulmates, genuinely caring for eachother. 
 
As I wipe his tears, I smile and ask him if he’s hungry and he laughs and he says I made him get a really big appetite. Laughing, I kiss him and tell him to go get dressed and we I’ll grab some food. As I go in the room and slip on my navy chubbies shorts and put on my white linen short sleeve. I look forward to the rest of the day and anticipate of what my night with the fisherman will bring. 
 
So after seeing how much in detail I went through with just the the morning of us together I decided to stop here or otherwise this post will be ridiculously long. To not make y’all wait too much longer for me to finish the first day I will try to post the 3rd and final part of day 1 hopefully within a few days. I hope y’all enjoyed the read!

Had one living with me for one year during Covid. Loved fucking and getting fucked and threeways and fourways and would wake up in the middle of the night with his dick inside me for a second go for the day.

Don't know if there's a name for it but this is probably what it looks like

 

And what if one of them turns out to be gay? Given the number of children they have, it's probable at least one will be LGBTQ. That kid would grow with the knowledge that his parents essentially sacrificed their lives due to hatred for what they are. 😬

The winter weather is so frigid that the main source of the Feenstra frostration has been an authoritarian Russia-imposed freezing of their bank accounts containing their life’s work farm sale proceeds. It is likely that they would now, though grudgingly, trade off an acceptance of the occasional rainbow flag flapping in their rural southern Saskatchewan community for access to a permafrost-mitigating generator grinding away at their district’s Wells Fargo outpost. 

Let's assume the story is true, even if there is some exaggeration or missing elements. I for one am not surprised. Rightwing nuts live in their own bubble, consume their own media and therefore see the world through absurdly distorted lenses. They believe what they want to believe. Out of the millions of rightwing nuts, there will surely be some who act on those beliefs, like this man and his family. 
 

Can’t the expat forum fact check or be logical? The article indicates that a crackdown on LGTBQ+ rights has “complicated” the plan. Why would that defenestrate the Feenstras since the ideologies don’t mismatch? What actually transpired in the toilet misunderstandings? 

Stupid is as stupid does. They deserve every bit of misery coming to them. Canada and Russia have the coldest climates on the planet. They need "winter clothing"???? WTF?? It's difficult to wrap one's mind around such stupidity. I guess evil hatred is a powerful motivator for some people.

@Novarunner @floridarob The Fisherman is uncut. If we are talking about guys in the Dominican in general, it’s sorta mixed. Been with both cut and uncut guys with maybe the majority being uncut? I never really cared about that or focused on collecting data regarding the subject. Maybe next time I will, for science of course 😂

The things we do for dick, but he won't be the only one you'll be with  I'm guessing  lol

What would happen if you and @BlkSuperman were there at the same time 😲

Well written and thanks for mentioning the showers in Newark, I didn't realize the new clubs had them.... I love "naked in the airport" posts around the world 😇

HeHey thanks for sharing your story. I found the details to be amazing. I was wondering if you don't mind sharing the Airbnb, did it have a security guard?

Thank you. 🥰 This literally was the tip of the iceberg. This trip was absolutely wild. To the point that an unexpected train/gangbang happened at my Airbnb at 2am. Literal fantasy achieved. 

Fantastic Arabcreamer! Uffff, you make we longing for those big black pipes. I'll be in Sant Domingo April 8-23 again! Can't wait to meet up withe these fuck monsters....yammie

So it’s been a little over a week since I got back from Santo Domingo and hot damn it was a wild ride figuratively and literally. I was in the capital for around 5 days. I would guesstimate that I got maybe a total of 12 hours of sleep the whole trip and was taking dick almost 70% of the time I was there. The experience this trip was completely different from the other times, and in the best way possible. At the end of the trip I was completely drained, and couldn’t walk straight for a good three days. Totally worth it. 
 
Incase you wanted more information about me and how I had things planned before the trip you can refer to my earlier post. https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/43395-returning-to-santo-domingo-back-from-my-3-year-hiatus/
 
So the way I’m going to divide my reports will be as follows. 
Report one, arrival and First day (Wed) divided into two parts. I recall the first day in its entirety, it was one guy for a full 24 hours so I have tons of details to share.  Report two (Thursday and Friday)  Report three, the wildest of the days (Saturday)  Report four, last day and departure (Sunday and Monday early morning)  So keep your eyes out for those, and if y’all have any questions i’ll be more than happy to answer them. All right let’s get into it 😈. 
 
Homecoming and the Fisherman 
 
So my original travel itinerary to Santo Domingo was a 3am arrival to Santo Domingo from Newark on the 7th of March and departing the 11th at 5am. After doing a final confirmation with the fisherman, seeing that there was no surcharge to change my ticket to arrive a day early, my Airbnb had a small apartment available at a deal. I said, fuck it, I’m going a day early and spend a “romantic” day with the Fisherman and get all my ducks in a row for the upcoming days. To everyone else I arrived on Thursday, but for the fisherman I would arrive Wednesday and we would spend the whole day and night to ourselves. 
 
Some background on the Fisherman (btw this story is a bit of a rollercoaster). We met through Manny during my previous visit to the DR. Manny brought him to the airport and he came to spend three days with me in the north of country. Mid 30s, Dominican Haitian, tatted, huge dick, high sex drive, rough around the edges and the one of the most down to earth guys I’ve met. Over the three days our connection surpassed the transactional and we became actual friends. We have similar interests, values, work ethic and was open to any experience I wanted to share with him and was open to whatever he wanted to share with me. The chemistry electric, and sex absolute fire. 
 
Sadly after that trip we lost contact, and what made it even worse was that no one had his contact. When I was planning this trip no one knew where he was, people guessed he was back in his village working. And others said he just plainly disappeared. To be honest I gave up hope finding him and settled with another guy to stay with me the whole trip. And then by chance, a month before arriving, I message a faceless profile on grinder with the title “Bi Activo 25cm”. I send a slew of my pics saying that I was going to be in Santo Domingo incase he wanted to hook up. The next day I response and it was HIM! He sent me numerous of voice messages about how he couldn’t believe we found eachother and that we were going to be reunited once again. He gives me his WhatsApp and we start talking on the phone every day, counting the days till I arrive. 
 
Three weeks before the trip and around a week of talking, catching up, reminiscing and planning. He tells me on Friday that he was feeling extremely sick. Concerned I told him to go see a doctor or a nurse and he said he would. The last time he would be online after that would be 3:27am on Saturday. Radio silence, calls not going through, messages not delivered. Initially I thought it was maybe his service was out on his phone. After a few days I sent a recharge to his number and still nothing. Then I started getting extremely concerned. Knowing that he was back in the capital and sometimes went to Marlowes I contact a Haitian buddy of mine to try to investigate. I send him his number, pictures of him, and last known whereabouts. My friend then recruits the bouncer from Marlowes to keep an eye if he saw him at the club or on the street. 
 
A week passes, no word, another week passes no luck. Honestly I was thinking the worst scenario might have happened. Then one week before I arrive the bouncer spotted him on the street. Gave him number and he contacted me on his friends phone. The Saturday we lost contact he was walking up the stairs to his apt and collapsed. The neighbor found him and rushed him to the hospital. His phone slipped through the side crack and fell two stories rendering it useless. He spent two days in the hospital with a serious case of the flu. And had no way to contact me, his family or loved ones. He took the phone to a repair shop and they wanted to charge 5000 Dominican pesos (85US) to fix it. I told him that they can go fuck themselves with that price and that I would bring him an older iPhone I had that was unlocked and that I wasn’t using. And through on and off communication through his friend’s phone we planned to meet the morning I arrived. 
 
Tuesday afternoon I fly out from Texas and arrive at Newark in the evening. I run to Duty Free, purchase two 1liter bottles of Hennessy (a fan favorite in the DR lol) and hit the lounge and shower before boarding my red eye to Santo Domingo. At Newark I call the fisherman on his friends phone and he says he made sure to sleep most of the day and was waiting for me to arrive. “Ya casi, y vas estar mio” (almost here, and then you are gonna be mine) me and my hole couldn’t wait. 
 
I arrive at SDQ around 3:00am, breeze through customs and catch an Uber to our intimate Airbnb in the Zona Colonial for the first night. Stepping outside, it had just rained and the temperature was in low 70s, the weather couldn’t have been better. I call him and tell him that I’m going to shower first (aka clean out) and then he could meet me at the apt. I pour myself a drink, clean out, unpack my lubes and poppers, dispense some lube in my hole and I call him. He’s tells me in Zona Colonial but his friends phone only works via wifi, scared of getting lost and not being able to communicate he tells me to meet him Paco’s. I immediately order an uber and head over there. 
 
When step out of the car at Paco’s there he was. He turned and looked at me and gave the biggest smile. He then comes and hugs me, a tight full body hug which I return in kind. After a lingering few second he tells me he couldn’t believe I was here. He truly thought we would meet again. We both look at each other and knew what was coming next. I called another Uber and we went directly to the Airbnb. 
 
The second after we closed the door, he pressed me against and started kissing me. Deep, passionate, my hands feeling all over his body and his hands cupping and caressing my head. And we start take each others clothes off and I feel his massive dick Rock hard through his basketball shorts. After what felt like ages kissing and feeling he leads me to the couch. Slides off his shorts and sits with throbbing dick in hand. “Mamelo baby” he says, and I immediately get on my knees and begin to suck him off. Running my tounge and spitting on his dick to get it wet, and then I start with suck. My lips wrapped around his dick while leaving a thin space of air to wet his dick more and create suction. He leans and cocks his head back and moans, saying he missed the way I sucked his dick. I start to use my hands and suck on his head, then I push his dick all the way back to my throat and start to squeeze his head and he starts going wild. And then after almost thirty minutes of giving him head he pull my head and tells me “dame ese culo” (give me that ass). Which I more than happily obliged. 
 
I then get on all fours on the edge of this flimsy couch. And he starts to eat me out, spitting, tonguing, and growling “que Rico” into my hole. He then springs up and I feel the head of his dick pressing against my hole. I told him “despacio” (slowly), I wasn’t going to use poppers and he obliged. He slowly slipped pushed in while my hole was gripping on his pulsating guevo. And when he finally gets all the way in I let out a high pitch moan/gasp, he was pressing against my second hole. And then he started to stroke. 
 
Chest pressed against the wall and ass on the edge of this flimsy couch. I feel him picking up the pace while he’s slowly pulling my insides with his huge dick. He then asks me if I missed him, while digging me out. And I moan “si papa, si” repeatedly. His pace got faster while saying “si? Si? Did you miss me?” The deeper he got I started to push my hole out. Getting his dick super wet, and once he felt that he belted “Coño” and grabbed my shoulders. With pulling my shoulders. The balancing act was over. The couch/bench flipped over from the weight and pulling and we were both on the floor.
 
On the floor astonished, we looked at eachother and started laughing. He scooches over and starts kissing me and I grab his dick, slick with lube and cream. I then splay my ass in the air and pressed my chest to the floor. He let out another growl and stood up, bent his knees a bit and started fucking from above. I started moaning loudly the deeper he got. He was hitting all the walls in my hole. Then suddenly I felt his dick get even bigger and he started moaning. “Quieres mi leche?, quieres mi leche?” He kept repeating. And when I said yes I felt his nut filling my hole, I let out an “oh my God” when feeling a jolt of fire unload in my hole. I cock my head back and see his eyes rolled to the back of his head while moaning. With his dick still twitching and loading my hole he collapses on top of me and Kisses my neck and back telling me how much he misses me. 
 
It was almost 6am and that was the first nut. 
 
So I think I’m gonna stop part one here. I unloaded a lot of details and didn’t want to overwhelm in one post.  In part 2 I’ll share more details about our experience, how we spent our day, how I planned for the rest of the trip. And a lot of details about the mind blowing sex (we even utilized a terrace and jacuzzi). Hope y’all enjoyed and stay tuned for part 2. P.S. I’ll post fisherman’s dick below. 

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He's a professional, personable and a cute early 30s and married to a doctor.  He'll more than likely NOT deal with the sauna scene or escort scene but will let you experience the other aspects of this sixth largest city of our world.  
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