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The B Word: Sao Luis Edition – Something is Better than Nothing
Everyone knows that there is more to Brazil than just Sao Paulo or Rio de Janeiro.  I do not have anything against these two amazing cities - and if I don’t visit any other Brazilian cities in my life other than these two, I’d be more than content.  But all the “bests” I’ve had ever in my short 3-year Brazil touring experience has been out of RJ and SP: best sauna night (TBV in Recife), best road trip (Gramado in Rio Grande do Sul), best AirBNB experience (a party house in Florianopolis), best churrasco (a restaurant in Joinville, Santa Catarina), best Acai dish (an ambulante near the Amazonas Theatre in Manaus) etc etc.
That’s not to say that all Brazilian cities are a must to go to. I’ve always wanted to EVENTUALLY visit all the states in Brazil. So far I’ve been to 15 out of 26, which seems remarkable since I’ve only started going in 2018. So when Paulo asked me if I wanted to go with him to Sao Luis, Maranhao, because he had some family matters to attend to, I jumped on the chance to go, since I have never been to Maranhao state. And when he said there was one boy sauna he knew of that was in Sao Luis, and we could check it out, it made the trip more enticing to me.
But other than knowing that Maranhao state has the famous Lencois Maranhenses National Park, I didn’t know much about Sao Luis, and upon reading about it online, learned that it is a city of a million people that is staddled between the Northeastern cities of Brazil in the east, and the Amazonian parts of Brazil in the west. Sounds like the middle of nowhere to me, but it did have a beach, and a sauna, and with Paulo by my side, I won’t have any qualms exploring the city.
We got to Sao Luis around midnight, after a frantic dash to the airport to make our flight (never have sex before a flight – time flies when you’re having fun). Without dinner or anything, we decided on getting Uber Eats/iFood at the AirBNB. One of the few blessings in this pandemic is that food delivery in Brazil has thrived by leaps and bounds, more than pre-pandemic times, and we would never be hungry. But not in Sao Luis, it seems. We try to put in an order at around 1 AM, and Uber did not have any drivers available.  I guess the town shuts down pretty early, in this weekday night. A far cry from SP or RJ, where you can seemingly get anything at any time.
So a bit about Sao Luis – in the map, its in the middle of the Northeastern region, where Salvador and Recife are, and is defined by beaches, warm waters, and 24 hour sunlight, and the Northern region, where Manaus and the Amazon is, and is defined by tropical rainforests, mosquitoes, and hot hot temps. And indeed, it seems to inherit some parts of both regions, and it doesn’t do any of it well.  It has beaches, but uninspired ones. It has hot weather, but it seems to be Amazon hot (with mosquitoes!) rather than Northeast hot (with a relaxing wind that takes away the sting of the sun). And the infrastructure seems to be crumbling, like what I found in Manaus, than what you see in Recife, for example. I wouldn’t classify this city as a must-go.

But we were here because the BF needed to take care of some family business. We spent most of the waking daylight hours (which is usually after 1 PM for us – it takes us forever to get out of bed) in government agencies and banks, including this branch of Bradesco with a particular inviting ad with world-reknowned hottie surfer Gabriel Medina.  It does make me want to open an account here.

Some other oddities:
We had sushi at a restaurant called Taipan in a shopping mall, and there was an oddly high ratio of gay men among the clientele in the restaurant.  Paulo felt uneasy, because he was (again) easily head and shoulders the hottest guy there, and everyone was checking him out like in the sauna. For Paulo, it was one thing to get checked out in the sauna, but in public, he does want to be left alone. But we got confirmation that, on this Friday night, this restaurant was a bit of an informal hot spot for the gays. Whatever. It was weird. And it was the first time I’ve ever found these training wheels for chop sticks:

The food and beaches were kind of meh for us, but we tried out best to enjoy what was in front of us. The saving grace however, were the bars by the beach at night. Live music, including some of the best Reggae live music we’ve ever heard.


This was not an accident. Sao Luis is known as the “Brazilian Jamaica” after all, for some reason.  We didn’t know this at the time of the trip, but was surprised that this was actually a thing here in Sao Luis.  We had a blast anyway.
There was one sauna in Sao Luis, Sauna Go 63.  It follows the proud tradition of naming your sauna after the street number your establishment is in. In Rio, you have Clube 117 (Rua Candido Mendes) and Ponte 202 (Rua Siquiera Campos). Also, SP has Fragata 555 (Rua Traipu) and Salvador has Clube 11 (Rua Jose Duarte). It was across the bridge from the Beach of Sao Marcos where we were. It in the “Centro Historico” part of town, and it felt as such, as it was a bumpy ride getting there, with all the potholes and crumbling infrastucture around us.
This was a Friday night, and upon entering the premises, we were immediately questioned by a guy sitting behind a table right at the entrance way.  Turns out, he was a health advocate, and he was there to promote safe sex practices, which was I guess pretty appropriate, given the venue. After a brief chat, and some nosiness about the BF’s and my relationship, we were free to check in the sauna.  He was also giving out free condoms, as well as free at-home HIV tests:

Upon check-in, we noticed some boys, one half-naked, another naked and cupping his dick, approach the counter to get some condoms. This certainly was a welcome preview of what is to come.

As we head on over to the locker room, Paulo was recognized by a tall and big fellow. He was a boy who who recognized Paulo from one of the saunas in Fortaleza. He had dark skin, nice face, but not as in shape as I would like. I’m sure he was cute to someone. We both change in towels. Paulo asked his friend about the lay of the land here.

Paulo then requests that he go into the premises alone at first, to suss out the territory himself. “Are you going to find a client?” I asked. He said he wasn’t sure yet, judging from his conversation with his friend (cheap clients), but willing to see the lay of the land first before deciding on whether to work or not.
Knowing what to do, and acting accordingly, is important to Paulo when going to a sauna with me. Paulo says that clients are always jealous of other clients, and if he decided to work tonight, we would have to tamp down on the PDA, and maybe even not talk to each other for a bit, until he was sure he was able to get clients. If he decides not to work, he is free to touch, kiss, and be boyfriends with me. He is big on the PDA, and seems like he wants to do it with me, especially in a sauna since it was a more-or-less private space where he is free to be “gay” and not hetero like out in the world, so he has to make these choices.
As Paulo makes his way into the premises to assess the client situation, I make my own way into the sauna slowly, and made sure I was able to assess the boy situation. Yes, I was still forbidden in getting any of these boys, but I was free to look, and sometimes I can get away with inviting a boy with me for a drink. It is still worth it for me to be “single” while I am with Paulo, since the benefits (amazing sex, great conversation, hot hot hot boy, seeing Brazil through his eyes), outweighs the pitfalls (no sex with other guys, penis too large and thick). And it’s not like I am a saint when I am not with him, and I am able to roam the saunas, trawl the sites, and hit Grindr, like before.
After one or two rotations around the sauna, I am sad to say that I found a total of ONE guy that I would even think of hiring. That ONE guy was obviously super busy and was getting hired by one client after another, since he was the hottest one there.  He was handsome, dark skin, and muscular with abs, so he would be a fit in any other sauna in Brazil land.  And any boy of equal or better quality surely should take advantage of this in this sauna. There was not a shortage of clients here for sure. The rest of the boys were boy next door types. Good for hanging out and a laugh or two, but noone I cannot live without.
After a while, I see Paulo, emerging from the lockers, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He meets me halfway and plants me a big kiss. “I just got one, and I don’t want anyone anymore,” he says. He takes my hand and gets me to the bar, where he orders us two caiprinhas:

“What happened?” I asked him. “They kind of suck here in Sao Luis,” he says in a whisper, and then laughs. I asked why. “Clients were offering me 50 reais, and then 70 reais. It was horrible. You know I don’t do it for less than 100.” But you did one client? “Yeah, remember that guy handing out HIV tests? I guess he liked me enough to offer me 120 reais. But he ended up paying me 150. It was fast too. I only had my penis head in him and he came. Easiest 150 I’ve made. And now I am paying for these drinks,” pointing to the two caiprinhas. I guess he was feeling generous with his earnings, and also since tonight was 2 for 1 caipis:

Paulo has a theory that the boys here are happy with 50 reais programas, as long as they can get 4 or 5 clients, that works out to 250 reais a night. They run a volume business. Paulo suspects that the hot guy I saw worked the same way. He said he'd be surprised if that guy couldn't be had for 70. Volume is the key, since there were a lot of clients. The clients simply don't pay like they do in SP or RJ.
The sauna itself was actually pretty nice. The drinks were suuuuper cheap, and we got some snacks too that were 15 reais:
 
The premises were nice too, and there was a pool that was outdoors, but still in the courtyard of the sauna, so with the hot weather, it was a nice addition, and Paulo took advantage of it by diving in naked, which caused a commotion with some guests:


Overall, this was a chill sauna to spend a Friday night in. The space was pretty spacious:

And there was a separate dance room that one could dance with one’s partner to the day’s popular hits. As the sauna was closing, the owner approached us and asked for Paulo’s number. He said he knew some “politicos” that would be interested in getting Paulo’s services, and they pay way more than the average sauna goer. Paulo gladly gave him the number. We got stinking drunk too. And our bill was less than 100 reais. Worth it.
In closing, I guess I wouldn’t go out of my way to go back to Sao Luis, except if I was on my way to Lencois Maranhenses. But Paulo certainly has a way of livening any location we are in, so it was better than nothing.
Up next, Belo Horizonte, during COVID.

I can't imagine what it takes to successfully manage a place like this. It's literally managing herds of drunk horny cats every night! He has my respect (and some envy). 

I’ve decided that based on current spikes, new strain and the dozens of pics on insta of my friends partying in Rio without masks, that the likelyhood of me not getting Covid during a January visit is slim to none. I’ll just wait until March or so when I can get a vaccine and am confident that (a) I am much more protected from geting Covid and (b) [and this is my real fear] I can be relatively confident I wouldnt contract it and then give it to someone and make them very ill or worse.  
Thanks for all the pointers! I’m sure they’ll still be valid in March/April when I visit after I receive the vaccine.  And, I’ll post about my trip at that point.
 
Happy New Year everyone! 

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:
 

yesterday(monday) after my friend left in the afternoon i went to Pointe202, monday nights are there 2nd biggest night of the week!  it was busy but i managed to find some guys to talk to and when we walked up to a room i thought there was going to be 4 of us and actually there were 6! we were going to ask 2 to leave but couldn’t decide which ones so thought what the hell let’s try and fit everyone into the room..and we did! everyone took turns fucking and sucking everyone and judging by all the smiles everyone had a good time! Three of them were muscular and 2 were semi muscular and ranged in age from 21 to 29. i had previously been with all but one before so i was pretty sure the personalities would match up! 
after that went back to Ipanema for dinner at “Bar do Beto” one of the last restaurants left open on that stretch of Farme de Amoedo))
 Tonight i am going to Club 117 as Tuesday is their big night!

Spotted the legend @Tomcalbut as usual the table was too busy with a revolving door of guys to approach the throne lol.

I have decided to try wring everyday then what i usually do and write just  a couple of times about a trip and forget 1/2 the participants! (notice i said try!) this was written Friday morning
i arrived today after a long flight from SNA to IAH to GRU to GIG! i think i am getting to old for this long ardourous flights it is much better to do a overnight in Miami if you are flying from the west coast!
I got to the apartment in Ipanema then the ATM and was back by 3:00pm to welcome my first visitor!  he is a very handsome bodybuilder that i have known for 9 years.  He is planning on coming over every afternoon when he gets off of work  He left about 5:30 and i headed over to Pointe202 sauna not expecting much since thursday is a weak night for all the saunas...and i was 1/2 right! i was the only client and there were 12 guys working! i thrive in that kind of environment! But the surprising thing was quality of the guys!!6 out of the 12 were good looking by almost anyones standards and 3,of the remaining ones like were very decent looking(s as bu as we would say “you wouldn’t kick them out of bed) usually the slow nights have guys that find it difficult with the better looking or better body types letting them have the slow nights!
i ordered a drink and within 2 minutes had 5 guys around me with the rest of the guys sitting within or standing 10’ away! I met a really personable 22yr olld
there was one guy in particular who had a amazing personality, great body, big dick so he said i am active so i said let’s find a passive! i saw a muscular guy i had been with about a year ago but he was also a top but he came up to me and said “i will be passive for you” so the three of us went up to a room, and had a great time!  I had to get back to the apartment by 9:00 because i had a overnight guest coming then to go to dinner and then spend the night. He was right on time! We went to Rayz for dinner on Farme de Amoedo, which used to be the center of gay nightlife but now 7 of the 10 restaurants in that block are permanently closed and shades of NYC and Weho buildings are being torn down to make way for condos!  
next ...Friday

David called last night but I had already set myself to be alone with Diego. I wanted to sleep alone my last night, and I thought it would be a good idea to give him my undivided attention, so we would not feel offended when I kick him out. When he woke up from his long nap, we ordered from Uber Eats, and had one of our warm bad sex sessions. I wish I were a bottom, he is a great kisser and his hard on is ever lasting.
After having diner we hugged and kissed for a long time. I gave him an extra tip, and he asked me for my bluetooth speakers. He loved that little speaker, 20 bucks in amazon. When I was with another guy, he would sleep listening to music with that speaker under the sheets. I wonder why he prefers that rather than earphones. We had had several arguments because he would contaminate public spaces with his loud music (He tried to use them in Abricó and in the condo swimming pool). I deeply dislike when others force me to listen to their music, and I would not allow him to do that.
Of course, I gave him the speakers, I only use them for traveling. After his tip and his speakers, another long session of kissing and hugging, and I was finally alone. It was way passed midnight, and I immediately fell asleep. Well, no immediately.
During this week I had not changed the sheets. About 5 men had shared them with me. While I was feeling asleep, cuddled by the ocean music, I got to smell the mix of all of them. It was a delicious perfume, and I had the sweetest dreams.
This morning I checked out at 10am, and moved to Rhyheim’s house in Leblon. I was considering a programa with Carlos Maranhão, but he was at his hotel and did not have the chance. We just relaxed and chilled with the ones in the house, until they went to the beach at 4pm and left me alone. 
I did not want to join them, I like to be early in the airports because I get anxious and stressed before traveling. At 6 my Uber took me to Galeão.
The pandemic is more visible in this Brazilian airport than in the ones I used in the USA. I did not have to do any lines. I was the only one checking through security. When I arrived to passports check, all the agents would call me, I think they were running some kind of competition. I chose the closest one.
In one minute I was walking through empty lounges and closed shops. I spent some of my Rials left overs in the duty free shop, and for the first time I had to do a line. One woman was before me.
Only two gates were operational, so everyone traveling was gathering in this area.  We were two flights, and yet I was able to choose an extra comfortable seating after grabbing my last Brazilian snack (which of course included pão de queijo).
The flight was only half full, and was one of my best ones ever. I did not have anyone seated next to me, so I slept 8 hours uninterruptedly. We landed in Houston 30’ earlier. 
It was 7 and the airport looks even emptier than when I was going the other way. No lines for security check, again. Soon I will be boarding my last flight to DC, so this is my last “life” report.  From now on, I will only post links to the reports published in my blog.
The contrast is astonishing. I left a colorful and sunny Rio, the States welcomed me with a grey and rainy Houston.

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.

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 4th 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.

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.

Hi. First time poster here. I've been reading for months! Heading to São Paulo on the 22nd of November and staying until the 28th of February. This will be my 4th trip. Looking forward to meeting some of you for drinks.

He’s been going to Brazil several times a year for many years, and is well-known among garotos, clients and sauna employees as a nice, personable, generous guy who doesn’t exactly spend his time counting pennies, lives the good life, and likes a lot of good sex.
Did I just crack some secret code for you? 

Something I do every time i visit the saunas. It may be modesty being a self-concious fat child, or my preference being clothed when hanging out drinking with friends, and it has nothing to do with preventing COVID. Different saunas have different preferences regarding this too. I remember only one sauna i've been to in Brazil - that's Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte- where they asked me to change into a towel during my first time, but generally all the RJ and SP saunas allow you to stay clothed.
I'm stereotypical in some ways, but my horniness level probably is atypical of my "race".
If you're worried about it, simply don't go for now. Brazi will still be here (hopefully), when there is a vaccine. The news is full of stories of them trying (and struggling with) the COVID vaccine Coronavac, so at least they are doing something.
As with having a travel buddy, its the best of both worlds, especially if you like haivng someone there to talk to in between sauna trips. But it is better with someone you dont have any commitments with, and that is usually my downfall, as my travel companions tend to also be BFs, who have the legendary Brazilian jealousy. 
i saw Patrick yes. He is doing well. 
No programas for 1.5 weeks! And everyday going to saunas! Yes, I have self control! 
Thanks for the wonderful feedback. My posts are a slog for sure, but with so many things to cover, it is impossible for me to have short posts anymore. hope that is not a deterrent.
Paulo is very charismatic, and coupled with his looks, body and cock, does well in saunas. But the number one thing he had going for him was that he was new meat, and clients have not seen him before, so he was in high demand the first few nights he was in a new sauna. No doubt, there were other hot guys in the premises, but they probably have worn out their welcome (sadly).
 

(note from Oz: Tomcal is having problems logging into site and asked I post this for him)
I arrived in São Paulo on October 8th, planning on 2 days there then on to Rio for 6 days then back to SP for 3 days!   i always rent the same apartments in both cities m, for 10 years now in Rio and the last 2 in SP!  
Lagoa, like all the saunas I've visited was very clean! All the help wear masks, the customers remove them after they enter. There are bottles of hand sanitizer on every table.  From my experiences the Covid has not changed any up close and personal encounters in the saunas! still as much kissing sucking fucking going on as always!
I went to Lagoa until 7:00 pm then had to leave to meet two friends for dinner. We went to Spot Bar and restaurant one of my favorites! the crowd(and it is always crowded)are mainly 30 to 45 yr olds, 1/2 gay and 1/2 straight!
Tt takes last call at 9:30 because of Covid they close at 10:00 in SP(in Rio the closing time is midnight! Myself and my 2 friends went back to the apartment to continue our evening.
Friday I went back to Lagoa, it was very busy there, I did a 3 way and then saw a absolutely stunning guy, so I stayed longer then I expected!
Friday night went to Hotel Uniques Sky Bar! with 5 other guys! great views great food and drinks and Expensive! $$$$ Saturday at noon I headed to Rio...con’t tomorrow!

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

Thanks for the report! Waiting anxious for the update in Salvador scene! 

Thanks for the report! Waiting anxious for the update in Salvador scene! 

Thanks for the report! Waiting anxious for the update in Salvador scene! 

I have a little free time, so I’ll say a little about my adventures so far before I forget.  I arrived in São Paulo on the 16th and stayed until the 21st.
This trip was my first time at SP, and it’s very different than Rio.  It’s a massive concrete jungle where the closest beach is an hour away.
On my first day, I linked with @brockmiller, who is now my Brazilian travel BFF! We turned Lagao out every night!! We are both very friendly and welcoming people and not to mention massive sluts.  Shoutout to everyone else who we hung out with or meet from BT! I don’t remember your user names, and I don’t want to say your real names here, but you all know who you are! 

Lagoa was decently busy every night and very busy on the weekend. The guys were prob 30% European white, 50% light mix, and 20% darker-skinned mixed. If the European look is your thing, then Lagao is the only sauna I’ve seen that would satisfy. The building was mostly open, everyone was naked, and no one except the building staff wore a mask. Only the actual wet sauna was closed. All other parts of the sauna were open.
I enjoyed myself at Lagao, but it is expensive. I prob spent more than twice the amount I spent here in Salvador. But I did find out I was overpaying for programs.  I was paying 400 for overnight and 200 for a regular program. A middle-aged black Paulista told me and @brockmillerthat there is NO REASON we should spend that amount for a program. In his words; we were too young and beautiful ever to pay that amount. He said at the very most, 250 for overnight and 100 for a program in SP.
When I asked him about Salvador, he said 50 for the regular program and 150 for overnight. I’m here to report he was right! I have not been turned down for a single program using his rates. 
 Being honest, I hooked up with many guys while in SP, and I only remember a few.  Two intensely dark-skinned guys we will call Casa and Diego. Both vers and both 5star yep reviews. All others were forgettable or didn’t stand out from the pack.
After São Paulo, Brock and I went to Rio, where the party continued. Rio was Rio... some good, some bad as always. 202 had a fair amount of guys working.  Some new faces and many old faces had not returned. 117 was damn near empty, and none of the guys were to my liking.  I only had one new guy in Rio, and that’s because @brockmillerforced me to have sex with him.
In Rio, I had a few favs who entertained me for most of my stay.  In particular, a 6’5 deeply dark guy who has done some porn had been working out heavily during COVID and had a nice new buff body. I enjoyed his new body and WAP for a few days.
On a side note, one thing I don’t like as much about Rio is that many of the black guys only top. In SP, all of the black guys I was with except two were vers, and many here in Salvador are also vers.  Maybe I’m not doing something right, but I know a few black guys who work at 202 who’s asses are calling to be fucked. 
 
I will tell you about my adventures in Salvador once I have a moment. Salvador is magical is so many different ways! 
I hope my spacing allows everyone an easy read this time. 

Yeah!!! it took a lot convincing and force to get you to have sex with that handsome, sexy guy. 

Oh another amazing tale, thank you... couldn’t agree more, you never know what the universe or the sauna gods will throw your way kkkkk
Having lived some years in Recife myself, I only went to the saunas there only a handful of times (compared to maybe hundreds of time at 117 / Lagoa)... but was in a sauna in Boa Viagem (thermas blue) that I saw the most handsome / hot boy I ever saw in Brazil... to bad we only shared a couple of words and he was already taken (and I never saw him again). 

Oh another amazing tale, thank you... couldn’t agree more, you never know what the universe or the sauna gods will throw your way kkkkk
Having lived some years in Recife myself, I only went to the saunas there only a handful of times (compared to maybe hundreds of time at 117 / Lagoa)... but was in a sauna in Boa Viagem (thermas blue) that I saw the most handsome / hot boy I ever saw in Brazil... to bad we only shared a couple of words and he was already taken (and I never saw him again). 

I Can’t Catch a Break
I’ve been wondering about these types of questions a lot recently: Why do I keep going to Brazil? Why did I brave traveling thousands of miles away, to a different continent, during a deadly pandemic? Why did I bother learn a language that I have no use for at home, and may not have use for outside this godforsaken country?
Well I think I just got as close to an answer as I will ever be, right now.
Back in Recife, in Termas Boa Vista, on a busy Saturday night, I was sitting in the bar, minding my own business, until this guy, THE guy, tapped my shoulder to say hi. I turned around. He came into view. Well, well, well. Maybe Recife isn’t so bad in the hot guy department after all. He was tall, well built, with giant biceps, a big chest and sculpted abs. And it wasn’t just musculature, it was defined musculature, which seems like splitting hairs, but it really isn’t, not if you were making the distinction from some run-of-the-mill Carioca bombado with lots of help from steroids, and this guy. Nope, this was active musculature. The kind that can only be attained through hard work at the gym and through sports, a mind for aesthetics, and of course, winning the genetic lottery.
As I gathered my jaw off the floor, he sat down on the empty seat in front of me. I began studying his face – handsome, but very distinctive, not cookie cutter in any way at all, and while I was doing that, I saw that he was trying to figure me out too. After a few seconds of silence, I spoke up, introduced myself, and then asked him some generic getting-to-know-you questions. I could tell he was an expert GP – he knew all the cute ways to answer those questions that have been asked of him probably hundreds of times before, by hundreds of strangers, but I dug deeper, asked him more and more questions, about stuff that he probably haven’t heard anyone ask him before.
He was taken aback at first, unsure of what answers to give. His response at first was to ask me his own set of deep-divey questions. I tried to answer them as straightforward as I could, and some of the questions were a bit personal, but I tried to answer with as much light-heartedness as I could. Which seemed to work. He was laughing and getting what I was trying to convey. He finally answers my own probing questions, and I got to the point where I was lost in the conversation itself, and not the guy - with the imposing physical presence - in front of me.
We got to the topic of Recife itself. He asked me what I thought of it, and what I thought of this sauna as well. I was candid, telling him about the last time I was here, including details about the BF (I called him ex-BF of course, to convey a sense of availableness). He was interested in this particular detail of course, peppering me afterwards with questions about the relationship, the dynamic of the pairing, and why it “ended.” I tried to be as forthcoming as I could, under the circumstances. I was rewarded with his a tale of his own series of failed relationships, all with women, as well as hearing his philosophy on relationships in general.
There was interest in both sides, for certain, but I was wondering why he was not making overtures to get me to a programa. He was after all, a GP, and making a sale is why he is here. The faster he got me to cum, the earlier he will be back in his own bed. As if on cue, he got us back to the topic of the sauna. “Is this your first time here?” he asked. “No, my second time, but that last time was just a brief visit.” “Cool, let me show you the place.” He took my hand, and after thinking about it, let go of it and just nudged me towards a certain direction. He gave me a tour of the place. I appreciated the effort, and even though I have seen everything at this point, I still wanted to hear what his take was on this sauna.
We go back to the bar area and saw that all the seats were taken. “Where do you want to go?” he asked. I finally break the client-boy barrier and said – “Why don’t we get a room?” His huge smile breaks out. “Sure! I’ll get us the best one. I’ll be right back.” He bolts to the stairs. He comes back with a key. He leads me to the end of the hallway where the room was.   Presidential Suite 8:

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



We both sit on the bed. “It’s better to talk to here, away from those nosy people. They were probably wondering what was so interesting that we have talked that long.” he said, laughing. I concurred with him. It’s kind of a crapshoot to have any decent conversations in a boy sauna. Though I admit, you don’t go to a boy sauna to talk in the first place. But talk we did, continuing what we had in the bar, in this room, and continued our explorations through our lives and experiences. I was hooked on listening to his stories. Such insight was hard to find from someone you just met an hour ago. And he seemed to be interested in my life too, asking me follow up questions that made the conversation sail.
Up close and in bed with me, I began to notice details about his physicality that was not obvious to me sitting in a bar with him. His skin was super smooth and bronzed, he definitely took care of himself. I began noticing scars in certain parts of his body – not grotesque – but interesting and actually complements his whole style, and it gave his imposing physicality an added authenticity. He earned those scars for sure. His big bright eyes always lit up whenever he heard something interesting. I briefly wondered what his cock would look like. And then we heard a knock on the door.
“Oh shit, it’s closing time.” he exclaimed. I looked at the time. Oh man, it was 10 minutes to 10 PM. I was shocked. “How long have we been talking?” I asked him. “2, 3 hours, maybe more?” he said. “ What do you want to do?” he asks me.
Reality set in finally: Before coming to the sauna, I booked a post-sauna overnight with a couple I messaged on garotocomlocal.com. We planned on meeting at 10 PM, since i thought I'd be done with the sauna by then, and then after the overnight, have a beach day tomorrow with them. I figured that I would get my freak on here at the sauna, and then retire to bed with a couple of hot guys for dessert. Regrettably though, if I didn’t book those GPs in advance, I would have invited THIS guy instead, to my hotel. He seems way more interesting than a couple of GPs from a website, and I haven’t even seen him all nude yet.
I relunctantly said that I had to go, as I invented some excuse that I was meeting up with some friends later back in my apartment. He seemed fine with it, but then asked “What are you doing tomorrow?” Damn it. I told him the truth, since I had that beach day with the couple, I told him that I was going to the beach with the same friends. “OK, I hope to see you here tomorrow night at the sauna then.” I told him yes, I will be here. Maybe we can spend more time together.
As we prepare to leave the room, he stands in front me, towering. He leans over to kiss me, lightly at first, and then deeply. After some adjusting, a lightbulb just went on for both of us quite suddenly... we suddenly realized that this was amazing, so we kissed for a while. And then we kissed and we kissed and we kissed. Wow, we actually discovered another thing, other than talking, that we wanted to do with each other. We did it until we get another angry knock outside. “We need to go,” he said. “I don’t want to go,” I answered back. We finally open the door to leave, while still locked together in an embrace. As we came up for air, I noticed that, indeed, the place has closed. We were the last people here, and they had started cleaning up:


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

As I was paying, he asks me where I was staying. I told him I was staying in Boa Viagem. He said that he was staying in Boa Viagem too, and we could go home in the same taxi together. I said sure, so I whipped out my phone for Uber. He pushed my phone away and says no need for that, we can get the taxi waiting in front. "I'm paying," he said. He says he knew the guy and was always his ride home after the sauna and he gets a discount for being a loyal customer.
A red flag perhaps? But no, I trusted him, for some reason. I gave the driver directions, and the driver acknowledged that we, indeed, lived close to each other. As we made the journey from Boa Vista to Boa Viagem, we continued to kiss. I looked at the driver at times. He was unfazed. He has probably seen everything before, with hundreds of clients, and this boy. As we get closer to my apartment, the boy asks me again if I was going to see him tomorrow. I promised him that I would. We exchanged Whatsapp. We kiss again.
We compose ourselves as the taxi stops in front of my apartment building. I give him the 150 reais. He declines the money. “We didn’t do anything!” he says. I insisted, he resisted. “I took all your time away from you,” I said. He then counters with “I already had 3 clients before you showed up today, so I was already good for the day.” I laugh. Fine, I said. I give him a peck on the cheek, and then, as I get out of the car, turned around and threw the 50 reais bill in the passenger seat. “For the taxi!” I said. He laughed. “Tabom” he says. I slam the car door shut. They drive away into the night.
Relunctantly again, I then message the GP couple who were waiting for me to reply. I could not cancel on them. It was the right thing to do. They might have cancelled on some other clients to be with me. Besides, it is two hot guys to have fun with till tomorrow afternoon. It might be good for me. And it was, sort of. The sex was good (did it three times, everyone was crazy versatile). We had three meals together (with good conversation). We went to the beach (the sun was amazing). But all that time, I was thinking about that guy. THAT guy. I was distracted through the whole thing.  Even with two dicks waved in my face. Can you blame me?
And at 2 AM, after the first sex with the GP couple, and after getting pizza to be delivered, I get a message from THAT guy. He sent me a picture of two hamburgers and a receipt of his iFood delivery:


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

Getting out of the Rio/Sao Paulo Bubble
Even in non-COVID times, some of the other cities in Brazil are unfortunately neglected when it comes to the general public’s knowledge about visiting Brazil. Which would be a mistake, obviously, because there are untold riches out there that are not found in the doorsteps of Lagoa or Point 202, and even during the pandemic, this fact is still true.

The BF and I were discussing possible getaways to the Northeast (Nordeste) of the country to get away from the Southern (Santa Catarina) and the Southeastern (Rio and SP) parts of Brazil that we were staying in. With COVID still a big thing, not all cities had all the usual services open. At the time of our research, the usual reliable Salvador had their beaches still “officially” closed with the pandemic still raging there. The one city that held promise, as well as having open beaches and allowing street vendors, was the other big Northeastern city: Recife. We have been to this city once before, trip report here, and we had much fun traipsing through the beaches and I had fun with one of the saunas: Termas Boa Vista, report here.

So its my own damn fault that I decided to get a BF, while at the same time, whoring it up in Brazil. I’ll spare you the details, but as our Recife trip drew closer, the BF tells me to just go to the city alone, as we needed to “evaluate” our relationship. So I find myself getting on the plane to Recife, from Rio, alone, without my sidekick all this time. In all honesty, the break was necessary, and there was nothing like Recife’s beaches and sun, to help clear one’s mind of one’s mistakes and wrong-headedness. So my trip went from a lover’s getaway, to a whore trip, or so I thought. More on that later.

I’m gonna reserve my comments on Recife’s COVID response on maybe a future post, but for now, let’s focus on my first trip to Recife’s main sauna, Termas Boa Vista. It is named as such because it is in the Boa Vista district in the main part of Recife.  I’ve been to this sauna only once before, and have no qualms going back, especially since I am suddenly alone this trip. As with what other posters here have commented, even if this was a Brazilian sauna, this was not Sao Paulo or Rio de Janeiro, so therefore, maybe, there are less of the painfully perfect adonises here than in those other two cities, and, maybe, Recife saunas were filled with more of the cute boy-next-door types. Which meant that the boys here were a little bit cheaper, starting at 50 reais (!) to the standard 100 reais for a good programa with a decent boy.

Signage at the front door shows the hours and entrance fee:

At other saunas, the opening hours of 3 PM to 10 PM seems standard, but this is Recife, and pre-COVID, the closing time was 6 AM (!).  Yes, they have a per noite rate here, like a motel, and you can stay with your favorite boy toy till the morning (or you) came, for less than what you would in RJ or SP for an hour. If you go to their Facebook site for Termas Boa Vista, you see some regulars lamenting the fact that their per noite system is temporarily unavailable due to COVID. I don’t see any reason for me to stay in a sauna for that long, knowing that I find saunas, in general, kind of gross and unappetizing, but still, the option was at least intriguing.
OK, I take back the “gross and unappetizing” part of my comment earlier. Indeed, certain saunas need a little cleaning up (I’m looking at you Point 202), but Termas Boa Vista was then, and is still now, perhaps the cleanest saunas I’ve ever been to in Brazil. Also, the space itself reminds me of my days in Sao Paulo's Thermas Lagoa (the old location), which had more than ample open space, enough that you can get lost in, to frolic and mingle. They don’t have a pool here (unlike Thermas Lagoa), but everything else was pretty open and had its place.  For example:

The nightclub part of the sauna (every sauna has them), where there is a stage and seating are, is in a separate part of the building. There is even a short corridor that separates it from the rest of the sauna. Which is useful sometimes if you want to avoid this part of the sauna, or at least to avoid the "noise" of the entertainment. Places like Espaco Lagoa has both the main bar and the stage area in the same place, so if the upstairs bar was closed, you’d have to go to the fairly busy stage area to get a drink. A pain sometimes, especially if you just want to get a drink and not see the show.

The bar is, as I said, separate from the stage area and everything else:

And drinks are cheap(er) than what you see in SP and RJ:

If you were ever worried about COVID (and looking around in this sauna, it seems that no one is worried about it, due to no mask wearing, among other things), the bar area had very ample ventilation, as seen below.  You can see the sky and there was a healthy breeze going through the area, to mitigate transmission (I guess). The gods blessed the Northeast of Brazil with great weather, so they can afford to be open like this:

There’s a lot of other things I can say about this sauna, but let’s talk about the boys. There are less boys here than in SP and RJ.  And there are way more clients, proportionally (it is the opposite in the RJ saunas these days). And there are even less boys I would consider to be hot enough for me to pay for it. Last time I was here, I got a hot boy to fuck, but he would be considered average in Club 117. But I am not in RJ, so I have to adjust my expectations accordingly, otherwise I’d be just doing the comparison game (i.e. RJ has better looking boys!), which will make me wonder why I am in Recife in the first place.
So I order myself my usual drink – the Cuba Libre, and drink to my heart’s content while observing the clientele. I get some weird looks, and I am used to that, since I am probably atypical of what the average client is like. Still, the main reason they were looking was probably because I still had my tank top and shorts on. Everyone else in the sauna was in a towel. I was not ready to do that yet. I was just observing, drinking, biding my time. I see about one or two boys that was a maybe for me. But noone really stood out, so I just sat there, waiting.
And then, I feel a hand on my left shoulder. “Boa noite,” a deep voice behind me said. I turn around. I see a tall guy in a towel, with an outstretched hand. And he looked like he belonged in Rio de Janeiro, not in Recife. 
So next, my night with him…