kennywantsit

It’s not a Brazilian term.

LOL, noone would pay for this.
I think when I becomes bfs with a guy here, there is an implied shelf life on both sides of the relationship. I put the kibosh on the relationship if it seems that it is evolving into something that would require me to take the boy to the USA. Thankfully this almost never happens, and I think I instinctively embark on relationships with boys that dont seem to be interested in taking it to the next level. I think Paulo also wishes that this has a finite shelf life, but I think right now we are giving each other what we need right now. He ahs definitely given my trips the needed kick it needed.
You're welcome!
Ask anyone who has met me and know me personally, yes I seem to be the sex maniac in real life as I portray myself in my reports. This has been the huge downfall in my life... always looking for sex. And if there are times I am not horny, it does not take much to get me there, and there is nothing like a sexy young guy that takes me to this state of horniness. How can it not? Especially in Brazil. Also, I am a huge proponent of "faking it till you make it" which means even when not horny, I can get there quickly if I put my mind to it, and get the necessary tools to get me there. TL;DR - I am a slut.
Bonus Sao Paulo topic: I know this is interesting to some people wondering. I was at the Quality Suites Bela Sintra which is just across the street from Espaco Lagoa, and while waiting in the lobby for a friend to come, happend upon this guy, with a client, checking out of the hotel:

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

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

I know you have decided against going to Brazil @MiamiEthan until possibly March, but I thought I'd get my 2 cents in, while it is about 4 PM here in Fortaleza where I am now, and the BF is sleeping at the moment, and soon we shall be hitting the saunas here.
Yeah, these months are the sweet spots for cheap biz class flights.  In August to October time, the pandemic meant having a whole economy row to yourself to recline and sleep the flight away, but I've found in my flight back in November, and again in December, with the flights getting fuller, I decided that those still cheap biz flights were the way to go, and actually helped my clinch Executive Platinum in American for the first time ever.
As for non-sauna activities, plenty to do in rio of course, but be reminded that in pandemic times, a lot of the acitvities are still either closed or scaled back. And sadly, when it rains in Rio, its actually kind of depressing, because of the beaches and such. I've found that winter in Rio (June to August/September) is the perfect time to go, as it is not oppresssively hot, and precipitation is the lowest in the year.  I've had my best, and funnest, times in Rio in these months. So maybe its probably best that pospone your trip anyways. I was in Rio last week and there was appreicable sun to enjoy in 3 out of the 9 days I was there. It was glorious when the sun was out, but two-thirds of the time, I was indoors.  Have a warm boy to cuddle with at these times, which, quite frankly, is not hard to do there.

The best teacher is experience, and all the preparation in the world won't prepare you for what you will encounter in the saunas. i'd say just dive in and enjoy!
But to answer your question: 
Are the folks naked - no.  the majority of the people in the sauna have towels wrapped around their waists. The more bold garotos will be jacking off their erect penises to entice punters, and some will give you a flash of the goods, in the guise of adjusting their towels.  Some saunas have naked nights, where the boys can get in for free, if they are naked all night, but I've never encountered this in Rio (or SP) saunas.
Are the clients naked? Thankfully, no. Again, most are in towels, and some are even in street clothes, except if the sauna require everyone to be in towels (I'm looking at you, Sauna Olimpo in Belo Horizonte). 
Some boys have a strategy and wear either skimpy undies or gym shorts with no underwear, to help distinguish them from other towel-wearing boys. It works sometimes, if the boy has a big juicy butt that gets obscured by a towel, so undies will accentuate this, or has a big penis even when soft, so thin gym shorts will show the pendulum swinging.
TL;DR - most people are in a towel. Safe bet for you, if you want to blend in.
No you don't rent a room when you get in, you only do when you are ready to do the dirty with your prince charming.  Or in my case, if I needed to join a work conference call while in a sauna. I recommend doing this while a boy gives you a blowjob. Best conference call ever.
Room rates depend on the sauna and day and type of room, but generally can go from 20 reais to 60 reais, for 40 minutes to an hour each time.
Most of them don't speak English, but nothing beyond what is required in a sauna can't be solved by google translate. The majority of the boys know the basic phrases to ask to get what they need, and it is actually comical when a boy resorts to sign language. 
Still, this trip, I found a surprising number of GPs I had the pleasure of knowing, actually knowing more than basic english. Which was bad for me because I always want to practice my Portuguese with the locals. I didn't sweat and toil all these years to learn this language, to only speak english while in Brazil. 
Since you are months away from your trip, I suggest at least knowing some phrases. Sample here: https://www.travelandleisure.com/travel-tips/basic-portuguese-words-phrases-for-travel .  I'd also listen to spoken PT on YouTube if you have the time. So at least you know how it sounds like.
I do not have experience with Fasano, but its a mixed bag sometimes when it comes to Rio lux hotels. Some hotels don't care about the occasional guest (JW Marriot, Pestana), but some either require the guest to leave their ID at reception, or even insist they be registered with you in the room (Hilton). If you are gonna have parties/orgies at your room with a handful of GPs (and why not right), best be at an AirBNB. There are Rio AirBNBs with english language listings and english speaking hosts. that are in apartment buildings that won't have a problem with guests. Just be vigilant that a listing does not mention "NO GUESTS ALLOWED" in the rules of the house.
You don't have to haggle. Say no if you think the price is too high. No boy is irreplaceable. Trust me.  9 times out of 10, they'll haggle down for you. Just (a) agree on the price before the programa and (b) agree on what you expect him to do when in the room, to avoid confusion. 
I always ask for the price. I am always curious what they think of me, based on the price. But if you have a price per programa in mind (or can afford), don't be afraid to quote it. The worse that can happen is they say no and walk away. Move on.
I do hate the favorable exchange rate the dollar has with the real, because I made it rain last week in Rio. And it was not with water.
I'd nail down any specific freaky thing you want to be done to you beforehand. I always prefer having the boy to myself when discussing this. Sometimes a boy is embrassed to say he is a bottom, or sucks dick, or pees on command, or whatever else you want out of him, in front of others. And yeah I do like the getting a kissing sample out of them before a programa. I get a sense on how close a boy wants to be with me in that kiss. 
If you are at all concerned about COVID transmission, then simply delay your trip till after a vaccine at least. I think all the signage and mask wearing of the employees in the saunas is simply theater. There is lots of mitigation while in the general areas of Rio, but in the saunas, noone wears a mask expect the employees, and how would you ever mitigate COVID when you are getting your freak on with a boy? Hazmat suit sex is not appealing.
MEEEEEE, but you have postponed your trip to possibly March, so maybe see you then!

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:
 

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.

The B Word: Sao Paulo Edition – What’s Good for the Goose…
Any relationship is hard enough to navigate with two people with more or less similar backgrounds, but what about with two people who not only have huge differences in culture, background, and experiences, but also diffferences in economic realities and phases in life? It might be impossible to sustain, but here I am, bound, at least for 3 weeks now (at this point when this report happened) with a boyfriend, who happens to work as a GP. The inequities, as you might be guess, are huge, so if it were to be any semblance of a functioning, quasi-genuine relationship, we would have to meet halfway. And that meant acknowledging that to him, saunas are for work, and while with me, he needs to work, unless I give him the money he needs, which at this point, he is unwilling to accept from me, as he believes that if this is to be a real relationship, this line is one we both should not cross. I am under no illusion that this reality will hold forever, but I am willing to at least see where this goes. 
Of course, not to shy away from any challenge, I gladly accept this extra difficulty in my Brazil life. Maybe I just got bored with just hiring GPs and getting great sex out of them. It is like shooting fish in a barrel. It is not challenging anymore to do this, to say the least. The novelty has faded away.  Any difficulties anyone could have in navigating sex tourism in Brazil has long been dealt with for me. Trouble communicating with Brazilians? I learned Portuguese. Cost to hire is prohibitive? The dollar to real exchange is so favorable that I can get away with 3-4 quality sexual encounters with hot guys for under $100. Not enough time to spend in Brazil? COVID changed everything, including granting me the ability to work from home, which of course, means working in Brazil. It has just become too easy.
So I guess this was the next logical step. To up the difficulty. All the while going to the saunas and seeing more of Brazil, with my sexy guy in tow. At this point, we are on a 4 day stop in Sao Paulo, the big kahuna. Paulo has always wanted to visit, as he more opportunities to earn money here, even more than the prettier Rio. I shared Paulo’s impressions of SP. I think I’ve had more consistent fun in this city than anywhere else in the country. And as everyone knows, I’ve had a lot of fun.
Since this was pre-Fragata opening, we only had one sauna to haunt, and that was Espaco Lagoa. I’ve frequented this place during this pandemic so much that it has become kind of… routine for me. No doubt Paulo will breathe new life to the proceedings. After spending the first day walking around Avenida Paulista, where Paulo marveled on how many people can be seen walking the streets, on their way to their place of work (he has never been to a city this size before), we decided to check out Lagoa on the second day.

Paulo gave me ground rules that were simple – I was encouraged not to show Paulo any signs of affection early in the evening, because Paulo has always said that customers tend to be very jealous of other customers. If we made out in full view of the crowd, the crowd may be less enticed to hire him. Also, Paulo preferred that I not hire any GPs. He said we were boyfriends after all, and this was his work. He had to earn money as I was not supporting him. I didn’t argue about the hiring GPs thing. I can keep it in my pants (maybe). I did it in Rio. 
For him, the ground rules were simple as well – he says he never kisses any customer (and if they tried, he showed me how to fake it), and would not start tonight out of respect for me.  Also, he would make sure he would be by my side in between programas, to keep me company, since I will be without his company.  Lastly, he will not cum in the programas, and will be saving this up for me, after all was said and done.
On paper, the rules were easy to follow. But in practice, since we are talking about two human beings here, things would never go as planned. We arrived at 5:30 PM on a Friday night. The place was starting to pick up. But I knew immediately that it would be a good night for Paulo. As soon as we get to the main bar area, he got called up by a customer. Paulo looks at me and nods. I sit down at one of the empty tables. After a couple minutes of chit chat, he was off with the client. Just like that. And then came the interminable wait.
I think I saw him next at 7:30 PM. He sat down next to me, in a towel, glistening from the previous shower, and he told me he had another client immediately after the first one, so that's why he could not join me after the first programa. He said the first client was a chatty one. He said tried to finish the programa quickly but the client took a while. After the first one, he found the small gym in the top floor and decided to try it to get a muscle pump. After some bicep curls, he said he decided to get me downstairs so that we can hit some weights in together, but another client quickly joined him in the gym and started chatting. He said he could not be rude (as the client is always right), and the client continued to chat (and took a look at his body exertions, in a towel), while chatting. After some more exercises, the client asked for a programa.
While he was telling me this, another client tapped him on the shoulder, asking him to see if he can chat. “Sorry,” he told me. I shrugged. I guess he was being summoned again. He joined the client at his table, among other of the client’s friends. I saw him order a Gatorade. I saw him laugh at client’s jokes.
Meanwhile, I was alone in my table. Sulking. Doing nothing. At a Brazilian boy sauna. It was so unlike me! One boy approached me, so I let him sit in my table and talk to me. He was cute, couldn’t be more than 20, lean muscular, dark. My type. I was looking at him up and down. the boy knew that I was super into him.  After a few pleasantries, and a beer order, he asked me: “Are you with that guy?” looking at Paulo’s direction. Yeah, we are boyfriends. “Do you want to get a suite with me?” Yeah, but I can’t. “Why is that?” Because I told him I won’t go out with any GPs. “But he is going with clients constantly! Why can't you have your own fun?”
I saw Paulo looking at my direction, possibly trying to figure out what was happening between me and the younger version of himself. Sigh. A promise is a promise. Even one made in a sauna. So I told the guy that I couldn’t go out with him. He said he didn’t understand. I was the one with the money, he told me. I should be calling the shots. That’s one way to look at it. But not to me. The guy was nice tho. He kept me company for a while. Even when the show started. I told the boy to save our seats while I went downstairs to the lockers. I fished out a 50 real bill. For a tip at least, and maybe also for goodwill, in case I see him again. He did stay all this time with me. I get back to our table. I give him the 50. The boy thanks me, and then kisses me in the lips. I pull back. “Relax,” the boy says, “your BF has gone with the client."
Sure enough, he was gone. Yup, Paulo and the client were nowhere to be seen. Soon the boy with me had to go. I was alone again. But not for long. I see a big party in the next table, and a gringo staring at me. I recognized him. I approach him and get introduced to another gringo.  It was @ChristianPFC and @bcdaron ! I didn't know they were here tonight!  Randomly meeting the two was a relief. I asked them how Brazil was treating them, since it was both their first times. It got me entertained for 2 more hours.
It was 10:00 PM and Lagoa was now half-empty. @ChristianPFC and @bcdaron were still there with me. And then Paulo reappears, still in his towel. Looking tired, but relieved. He gets to my table and scoops me up to get a hug. “I am so sorry,” he says, knowing I have been waiting for a long time for him. “I am new meat in this place. It was crazy!” I introduce him to my two friends. He then hands me crumpled money. I counted it. It was 200 reais.  He then excuses himself to say he was going to change into street clothes and come back. “We can go if you want,” I offer. “No, I want to relax with you for a bit.” The two gringos bid me farewell and I thank them for their company.
After 10 minutes Paulo is back at my table. We order our usual caipirinhas. He tells me that he had 5 programas today, and got 950 reais total, including a programa with a couple who both bottome for him.  Exhausting. And he had to turn other clients away! He said it was crazy. He told me as soon as he left one programa he was pulled away to do another one. So he couldn’t go to me in between programas. I made him feel little bit guilty about it, telling him I was all alone, all night. He said he saw me with another boy. He asked me if I slept with him. I told him no. He said he would know and not lie. He can check my bill when we check out downstairs. I swore I didn’t do anything with him, just bought him a beer and that’s it (a little lie). I told Paulo that unlike him, I keep my promises, thus digging the guilt dagger a little deeper.
He tried to make it up to me the rest of the night. We went with our usual making out/talking/drinking/making out some more. While we were doing this, one client was eyeing me with obvious disdain. After a while it got uncomfortable.  I discreetly told Paulo about the guy. Paulo looked at him. He smiled and looked back at me.
Quietly, he tells me that that was his last client, and then spilled the rest of the beans. He told me that this last programa ended badly. The client was some hotshot doctor.  And it was good at first. Good conversation. But it took a little bit long for his liking. During sex he was promising Paulo all these things he could buy him, all these trips they could take, but Paulo said all he wanted was for this guy to cum and leave. Paulo said he even tugged on the guy’s penis for a little while to get it done. Paulo says he never touches client’s penises (you never know what diseases they might have, he says). And at the end the client wanted Paulo to cum, and insisted he do so, imploring him numerous times. Even offering 100, and then 200 reais more.  But Paulo held firm, telling the client he doesn’t do that. The client eventually gave up the ghost, and came. Afterward, the client angrily threw 200 reais at him, saying that he will get another boy tonight to cum with him. Paulo said he tried to make amends after. The client still asked for Paulo’s Whatsapp number, bizarrely.
“Then why is he eyeing me like he wants to murder me?” I asked Paulo. “I don’t know. It should be obvious to him that we are together. And I think he sees that I am giving you what he didn’t get from me.” I smile. “And what are you giving me right now?” Paulo hesitates and then looks at me, intently. “He only got my body. You are getting everything.” I laugh. This almost made up for the 5 hours I waited. And it also made up for the fact that, when we got back to the apartment, he immediately fell asleep, with clothes and everything. I guess pleasuring 5-6 clients would tire anyone out, even a fit grown man like Paulo. But again, like before, he wakes me up, at 6 in the morning, hard as a rock, to give me the Brazilian good morning. Sex delayed, is definitely not sex denied.
Pictured, we close another sauna tonight:

Next, the tables are turned.

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…

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).
 

Nice updates @babybear2! And its nice to see a fellow Thailand traveler take their plunge with Brazil. I am itching to get back to Asia, but until then, Brazil more than suffices.
I do not like to do these comparisons, as Thailand and Brazil are two wildly different countries, and each have their strengths and weakenesses. I do concede that Thailand has a more developed tourist infrastructure than Brazil, which I guess makes Brazil more of a slog to fall in love with. But damn once you do, it does reward you in ways Thailand is just incapable of doing.
This is why I made sure I learned the language, if I was ever going to bother going to this country over and over. I am far from fluent, but I do love it everytime whenever a guy's face lights up when he realizes that I can speak to him in Portguese. It is easier to connect with someone when the language barrier is out of the way. My connections with Brazilian has been as strong with Thais, and maybe even stronger, and deeper. Your mileage may vary, claro.
All I can blame here is two things: (1) the pandemic has slowed down everything, including those drop dead gorgeous guys in the sauna, and (2) the old sauna attracted these greek gods more than this new venue. I jus hope it improves.
Maybe. That's certainy my observation this trip.
How embarassing! As i am not handsome nor rich... I get by tho...
If you are a guy on a budget, now is the time to go to Brazil. I can't believe how much I spent last Bangkok trip. And sorry to say, for me, the boys are way hotter here than there. But that's splitting hairs.
My experience has been 0 to 600 reais for an overnight. It all depends on the boy, circumstances, and how the boy views you (to a point). You have to realize that you are asking a boy to be with you for a longer amount of time, away from his creature comforts. It is still work for him, and sometimes he has to work on you the whole night. So the 1000 may be a way for him to say no to you, or it will take 1000 to make it worth his while, that night. 
I've found some greek gods have asked me for 500 for overnights, and i've accepted some of them. But almost of of them have known me for more than a programa, and know me enough to know how I like things. It is not just sex for me (though it is a big part of the overnight), and the overnights i've had know this.
Some boys (from boys next doors to hot hot hot), sometimes will go with me to just stay in my comfy AirBNB, for a night, or a week, for free.  Sometimes they just want a better bed to sleep in at night, as most of them either don't live in Rio or SP and stay in fleabag motels or with lots of guys in a room, and just want quieter surroundings.  I understand that they are not obligated to have sex with me (although they inevitably do), and I do feed them when applicable. When I go to the sauna, they come with me, and get clients while I get boys.  It works quite nicely.  I have one stable guy who just wants a nice vacation out of his tedium, and has sex when I want during my time with him, as long as I take him to (take your pick: Salvador, Recife, RJ) a nice beach destination where he can sit with me at the beach and I pay for everthing, among other things.
The most common way i get overnights is guys who are OK with 300 or 400 if it means not having to sell themselves for another night. Yes, they still go with me to the sauna, but they just hangout with me and go home with me after, and are generally happy with just being by my side because they have already earned what they needed that night through me.
My experience. your mileage may vary.

The B Word: Recife Edition – Por Amor
So when one door closes, another opens. And it looks like its open wide.
I was in Recife once before, last year, and chronicled in this thread.  I’ve always thought the city was nice enough, with nice beaches, a decent sauna scene, and lots of choices for paid and free online encounters, but I’ve always thought of it as at the lower tier of the pack, behind the choices in Rio, Salvador, and even in Sao Paulo (and its beaches in the south coast). But I must say in this trip, so far, Recife has been a revelation. And it might be because of THIS guy.
So I went through the motions with the two GPs I hired to spend a day with me, distracted by the events the night before. After paying them 500 each (for a midnight to 5 PM stay with me, featuring three sex events, a visit to the gym, and quick trip to the beach), and bidding them farewell, all the while thinking about the guy I met yesterday. When I got on the plane from Rio to Recife, I was intent on firing on all cylinders: being aggressive on hiring on garotocomlocal.com, the saunas in the area, as well as trying to get stuff off of Grindr. And yet here I was, hurriedly clearing my calendar for this ONE guy.
So I decide to head over to Termas Boa Vista in a bit, after my usual coffee at a shopping mall. I stop by Shopping Riomar, which was on the way to Boa Vista, the bairro that the sauna was in. While enjoying my coffee, and people watching, I get a Whatsapp text from lover boy: “Hey, where are you?” “I am at the shopping having coffee.” “Are you still coming.” “Of course. I can’t wait to see you.” “Good, I’ll see you here baby.” He used the English word baby. A cute term of endearment that he likes, and from this moment on we call each other, apparently.
I check the time, it was 7:00 PM. I didn’t realize it was this late. The sauna at this point still closed early at 10 PM, so I’d better hoof it if I was ever going to have any fun there. 15 minutes later, via an efficient Uber, I was at the sauna. I get my locker key and towel and flip flops. From reception, I open the glass door to the lockers and I immediately bump into THAT guy. Let’s call him Paulo. He was in a towel, glistening from a recent shower, making his muscles all the more cut and noticeable. He certainly knew how to sell it. He had an intent look on his face, looking on his phone, texting. I peer over his shoulder and he turns to me. His serious face turns into a big smile. “I was just texting you!” he says, flashing his phone at me. Indeed, I see my Whatsapp convo on his phone, with a half-finished “Are you...”. He gives me a hug. A light kiss. I feel his penis press on my tummy under his towel. This was good.
“Where’s your locker?” he asks. I give my key to him. He leads me to my locker. He sees me shove all my stuff in and lock my locker. “Aren’t you changing into your towel?” “I usually stay clothed. Why?” “Oh no. You have to be in a towel. We are going to the sauna to have fun!” I make a face. I am not used to cavort around in a towel. But to fit in, and to see where this night goes, I give in. “Com cueca ou sem cueca?” I asked him if its better with or with underwear. “Without, of course!” and then takes his towel off to flash me his swinging dick. Alright, I am sold, no underwear is definitely better.
We hang out at the bar first to get some drinks (he shares my love of Caiprinhas). And then what followed was just nice conversation while drinking. I asked him how work was tonight. He said it was a good night, even better for a Saturday night, his busiest night. I asked him how many clients he got. He said he got 4 already, and said that he arrived early so he can get work out of the way, because he knew I was coming, and wanted to be free for us to enjoy the night. I told him if there was a high paying client that wanted him while with me, he can go to him. He told me no, of course not. He is done with work tonight, and just wanted to hang out with me.
We are heading into grey area territory here. I haven’t actually asked him how much I needed to pay him for his time with me, or at all. Though at this point I didn’t want to spoil the night with such talk. I’m just going with it to see what happens.
Another caipirinha later, we were looser and laughing more, and more touchy-feely with each other. He says that it is time for us to go to the dry sauna to “get the alcohol out of our pores.” We get there and it was super dark, and he had to help me navigate to a free spot where we could sit. There were some guys just sitting there, maybe also “getting the alcohol out of their pores.” And some were feeling up other guys under their towels. Paulo and I do some small talk, and all of a sudden, he gives me a wet kiss and we were off to the races. He guides my hand under his towel, to find his large erection begging for attention. It was the first time I have discovered his full “strength” and it was astonishingly girthy and long. Though I could not see in the sauna too well, my hand definitely knew how big it was for sure.
As I stroke him some more, he whispers “Try not to reveal my dick out of my towel. I don’t want the clients to see it for free.” I laugh at the thought of it. I guess he was not like those boys in Rio who give clients a free viewing of their jewels. Which was understandable. I’d gladly pay him to see it. He scoops me up so I was sitting on his lap, as we continue to kiss. He somehow navigates his erect penis close to my ass. It was wild to play like this in public, albeit in a dimly-lit sauna. I never ever would do this. But here I was, totally enjoying the moment.  I looked around, and saw almost everyone was looking, some stroking their dicks, at the sight. He picks me up and sets me down. “Let’s get out of here,” he says. We shower the sweat off at the public shower. Another thing I don’t do, but his confidence mde me forget about modesty, or anything else, in the sauna.
We get back to the bar to order another drink. “I’ve never done that before.” What have you never done before? “I’ve never tried anything like that in the sauna. But it was nice. I also never kiss anyone publicly here. Let alone clients.” “You could have fooled me. You like kissing!” “The clients probably hate me now. I don’t like kissing clients, and yet here I am doing it a lot!” We both laugh. I found it hard to believe that he didn’t kiss clients. Maybe it was just a line to endear him to me further. I press him about it. “I mean, when the client tries to kiss me, I barely kiss back, or I navigate them to my neck, or I kiss them like this.” And he tries his client kiss on me. He purses his lips, and tries to kiss me with them. “This is not good!” I tell him, laughing. He makes it up with a throat exposing kiss. That was more like it.
OK, maybe he was drunk. He does love kissing in public though, whatever he just said. We go to the video rooms where one room was showing gay porn, and another, straight. He leads me to the straight room and we find seating in the very back. He then exposes his hard dick to me and I see it for the first time. Wowzah, that was a beautiful cock. Worth the price of admission, however much it was. He kisses me, navigates my hand to his cock, and barely looked at the video in front of us. Some guys came in the once empty room to see what was going on. When one gets too close to us, he hides his cock. He was protecting his goods, and I understand. When we are left alone, we do have fun again. It was an interesting dance.
Time flew by too fast, and pretty soon we were the only ones left in the sauna, with our cycle of drinking, kissing, and hanky-panky. But we haven’t had full on sex yet. Which hardly mattered to me at this point. We finally get kicked out, and as we put back our clothes (boo), he asks me what were my plans tonight. I told him I just wanted to spend time with him, so he asks if we could spend time in my apartment. Taking the same taxi guy we got last night, we were at my apartment in a jiffy.
The taxi guy had his fare meter on, and I clearly knew how much the trip was going to be. I had no such meter on with Paulo, which had me worried a little bit how much this is going to cost me.
“Are you hungry,” I ask him. 35 minutes later we have our pizza orders arrive. Over the meal, we talk about his life as a GP. He has been doing it for 2 years. He has only sold his wares in the Northeast, having been to the saunas here in Recife, Fortaleza, and Salvador. He tells me that 100 reais is his minimum, and said most clients give him more. I told him that with his handsomely-unique face, his totally stacked body, and giant dick, he can earn considerably more in Sao Paulo or Rio. He said he was never been to those cities, to visit or to work. I asked if he wanted to try. He said of course. I proposed to him a plan: we can try to go to Rio and Sao Paulo this week, and he can try to work there.
As we retire to the bed, he seemed to like the idea, but worried that since I was with him, that he didn’t want to work too much. He said he’d rather spend time with me. “But you have to earn money. You probably need it, that’s why you are a GP right?” I tell him, trying to open up the subject of cost again, to see if he will finally tell me how much all this is going to cost. “I have been here in Recife visiting for 2 weeks now. It has been a good 2 weeks. I am new meat. I am fine with money. I can pay for my bills this month. Don’t worry please,” in a rare display of seriousness. Fine, he is still not going to tell me the cost. So I look at my calendar. We can try to do 3 days in Rio first, and then 3 days in SP. He seems excited about the prospect.
So maybe this was the payment. Me taking him to SP and RJ, as well as the food etc. I was not too worried. The air tickets were still in pandemic-pricing, and it might be fun to see this dynamic play out. As I was researching the fares on my phone, I see him doze off. It was almost 2 AM. He has just worked today, with 4 clients, and then had to deal with me. He must be so tired. We still didn’t have sex, the GP and the client, and this was our second night together, which is weird right?  But this didn’t matter to me at this point. I brush my teeth, turn the lights out, and get into bed with him. He moves to my side and spoons me. I was out like a light…
… and hours later get woken up by him playing with my ass and nipples. He sees me open my eyes. “Good morning baby,” he says. He then pokes me with his dick, from behind. He was super hard. “I hope you want this.” I got really woken up by the sight. Holy moses was he hot. He had my condoms and lube from the bathroom now by the side table. He definitely wanted it. So after some foreplay, he had his way with me. I never really got used to the size, the sight of him sweaty and kissing me. It was huge but I soldiered on. I wanted him to have fun. It was painful, but I tried to not show it. It was hot tho, and after some exertions he pulled out and took out the condom. “I want to cum,” he said. “I usually don’t cum on days I work. I am not working today right?” I tell him he can cum. “Cum with me. It only counts if we do it together.” So I try my best. My ass still was in pain. He kisses me to help. I got there eventually. He cums on my face. He kisses me and then gets me a towel to clean up.
Since we were getting on a plane tomorrow, Paulo noted that he needed to get “real” tennis shoes for the flights, since he only took flip flops with him to his Recife trip. I offered to buy him the shoes at the mall, but he said that was an unnecessary expense, and he would rather get his shoes online (on Facebook!) via this site, which was much cheaper:

Indeed, the shoes were 60-80 reais ($12-$17) but were obviously fakes, but he wanted to get them, and even got me a pair of the fake Nikes. I appreciated the gift, and wore the pair the whole time we were together, but in reality I was not keen on wearing these. Things one does for love.
And we had to meet the seller at the main train station in Recife, which in itself was a sketchy thing to do, but it was all safe-ish and uneventful, and after waiting for 15 minutes at the station:

we got the two pairs of shoes:

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

He swore he was as straight as anyone else, and even lent me his phone, with the photo gallery open. I scrolled through. All I saw were picture after picture of naked women, in various states of undress, and close ups of their anatomy. He showed me his Tinder messages, all to women. “I never get hard thinking of a man, and I’ve only dated women.” I followed up, saying that he was always hard in the time we were together. “You’re different. You’re my buddy.” He said. I didn’t know what that meant, but I let the subject go for now, and we have time to dive into this as the week together unfolded (and we would).
Later at the sauna was a revalation. Goodbye COVID. The sauna was packed, with dance music blaring everywhere, and gay guys of all sizes, from the hotties to the twinks to the regular guys, everyone seemed to be there, having a good time. “All nightclubs are still closed in Recife,” Paulo explained, “so this is the next best thing, for now.” Indeed, there were lines to get drinks, and a lot of cruising was going on:

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

This hybrid boy sauna/gay cruising sauna was new to me, and I must admit, this is the most fun I’ve ever had in any sauna confines in Brazil. A big part of this for sure was the sauna itself, Termas Boa Vista, and the city of Recife, for having a venue that was as fun and as free as I’ve ever seen anywhere, COVID or not. But of course, the real reason I was having fun was because I was with THIS guy. I never even missed the fact that I was missing out on the great slate of guys available to be paid, or the free action that was to be had everywhere else. Paulo was enough, sometimes even too much, at times.
We had some skirmishes with other guys who hated the amount of PDA we’ve been having. Neither of us cared. I wonder how this would change Paulo reputation in the sauna. Will this hurt him, or help him get more customers when he is ready to sell himself again? I got my answer to that 3 weeks from today.
So next, my BF the GP, and I, heading to Rio.

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.

I met @ChristianPFC and @bcdaron at Espaco Lagoa last week by chance... And I join you guys in asking both to write about their experiences. It definitely is interesting, I believe.

Another Few Days in Rio, Part 2 – 23 is the Golden Age
This sounds horrible, but I feel that this pandemic in Brazil has been good to me. With seemingly more options this quarantine – more available boys in saunas with fewer client competition, more free Grindr options with less tourist traffic and more boys eager to hook up, and me being able to work remotely and thus I am able to stay in Brazil longer, I’d say that this has been one of the more enjoyable trips I’ve had so far. Some personal storms coming in the horizon, unfortunately, since whoring it up and having a BF at the same time is certainly not the way to do things, but I’ll resolve that in due time.
I’m sure it is true for everyone who has been a fan of the saunas: we all have met boys there who seemingly “get” our sexual proclivities, and therefore we hire them over and over, whenever possible, in between searching for new meat. I’ve certainly collected a handful of these boys, who I have handy in my Whatsapp, who are ready to swoop in when necessary, whenever it is a slow day at the sauna, or if I need a reliable long timer who I know what to expect, and sometimes charge me less for being a “cliente fixo”.
So two of these boys, these boys that I would go back to and dip back into their pools, I was eager to hire again this trip. Boy 1, a total top, straight, but oh so passionate in bed, was a stunner. He was tall, about 6’4, lean muscular, had a third arm for a cock, and is now 23. Last year I finally got him for the first time in Club 117, after seeing and missing him in Sao Paulo’s Thermas Lagoa, and seeing and missing him in 117. I knew he was popular, why would he not be. A branquinho, with his natural boyish Carioca charm, he was very very passionate when he wanted to be. He was also very chill, and week-long stays with him were very relaxing, like hiring your own personal spa. He is game to do just about everything, in sex, in tourist activities, even what to eat, except bottoming. Which was a shame, but really, a fairly small blemish in an otherwise great (and big) companion.
Boy 2, a versatile bottom, straight-ish (more bi), and frenetic in bed, was also a stunner, but of a different variety. He did everything in bed, probably more towards the bottom part of the spectrum.  He was 5’10, more twinky with 0% body fat but developed musculature, an average cock, but a fairly plump butt. I met this guy in Lions last year, and he was also 23, but looked younger. He looked whiter than most Brazilians, and could be mistaken for anyone I’ve grown up with in my mostly white neighborhood in my native California. As a companion, he was more demanding, had more of an opinion of what he wanted to do than most, but everything was enjoyable and fun with him and sometimes I let him run me roughshod.
After winter last year I hired these two for a two day stretch, and they played pretty nicely together, which was a good thing, since when we all met in my apartment that time, it was the first time they met each other, and have not even encountered each other in any of the saunas (Boy 1 the top only went to Club 117, and Boy 2 the vers went mainly to Point 202 and Lions). They humored my request to fuck each other, for my viewing pleasure, and they let me even film them to add to my personal (and to never be shared) collection. And more importantly, they also complemented each other, with Boy 1 able to temper Boy 2’s sometimes frenetic pace, and Boy 2 was able to add some variety to the usual mellow demeanor of Boy 1.
So I wanted them again this trip, but not together this time. Instead, I asked both to find a friend for us to play and stay with, a friend that would be like them. So that’s how I ended with two tops the first day, and two bottoms the second day.
Day 1: When Big Horse met an even Bigger Horse
Life is hard during the pandemic everywhere, but especially with the GPs that relied on the sauna scene. Boy 1 (Lucas) only went to Club 117, and said he does not like Point 202, even when it opened early, and would rather rely on some local clients to support him, than going there. He recommended someone who was a sometime GP who worked at a pousada (like a motel). He gave me photos of the guy, as well as the guy’s Instagram. The guy was good-looking for sure, but the one thing that stood out, literally, was his gigantic cock. It was fat and long, even bigger than Lucas’, which was saying something I agreed to meet the guy, if only to get this gift horse in my mouth.
I met Lucas at the AirBNB. Handsome as always. 20 minutes later, his friend, Marcus, arrives as well. We meet him just outside the AirBNB. He was shy at first, but indoors he quickly warmed up, as he quickly took off his shirt. It was a warm Rio afternoon, so pretty soon we all lost the shirts, popped open some beers, and just talked. I got to hear about life in Rio during COVID for the two 23 year old boys who were super hung and devastatingly handsome. Which was the same everywhere, and for everyone else. I count myself lucky for still having a job and getting to travel the way I do. Marcus was very chill, as chill as Lucas. He was also a moreno, and, perhaps this is splitting hairs – hotter than Lucas. I have a soft spot for Cariocas, and Marcus was the ultimate Carioca – casual, easy-going, with golden skin and a warm demeanor.
Sex was also easy-going, except for the penetrative part. There was nothing easy-going about these pair of jackhammers. I almost couldn’t take it, but somehow I did. They allowed me to film them cumming on my chest, towering over me like a couple of waterfalls – Cachoieras das Cariocas – the twin gushers. After that, a well earned dinner at a Churrascaria, which was long and lovely, with beers and some laughter afterwards. A nighttime stroll in Copacabana, and then some Netflix and some more beers and fun. The next day was some almoco and some farewell fucks. 400 each was the fee. I asked Marcus for his Whatsapp. I am sure I will see him again. Lucas chose well.
Day 2: Politics and Sex Don’t Mix
Boy 2, let’s call him Henrique, was a student in a Rio University when I met him last year. Burning the candle at both ends meant earning the moneys in the sauna and then the next day, having to attend class in the morning. The pandemic meant the halt of both sauna money and a pause of school, but school restarted in earnest, and he had to earn money in the sauna as well. He thanks Point 202 for reopening early in July, as he was having a hard time getting money for rent and food, and he had to move back with mom in far away Recreio just to get by. But since the sauna reopened, he has moved back to Santa Teresa in Rio, which is closer to his University and the saunas.
As a third, he invited one of his school and sauna buddies, who was also 23 years old. He sent me photos of the boy, gorgeous, golden skin, again typical Carioca. His cock was fine but clearly he knew what his money maker was: that gigantically perfectly round ass. That night I meet this guy, Tiago, for the first time, and he was wearing a speedo, just having gone from a programa in Point 202. He said he would just take a quick shower and we could go to Lions (from the previous post). He knew what he was doing by wearing this speedo. His skin was flawless, bronzed, and with curves in the right places. Big powerful thighs, and developed torso and abs. But it was that face: boyish, big watt smile, and somewhat innocent look that drew me to him.
So Henrique and Tiago were my dates at Lions. When we got there, Tiago was immediately greeted by clients and boys alike. He was popular for sure. During the Lion’s show, he would sometimes leave my side to say hi to a client, but he would scurry back into my arms after a while.
After Lion’s we all decide to get some food at Siquiera Grill, a popular after sauna haunt for the boys.  The food was fine, but after the meal, I mistakenly asked them about how they thought Bolsonaro fared at coping with the COVID crisis. Oh boy, do not talk about politics, anywhere! Henrique was pro-Bolsonaro, and Tiago was against the guy, and the two argued for their sides as only two passionate Brazilians can. I even filmed some of the discussion to be viewed later. It sounded like some typical partisan stuff I am familiar with at home. But the argument went on long after the ice in our drinks melted. It was an engaging discussion, and they asked me what I thought of things as they went along, but it was near closing time, and there was still a whole night to contend with.
All three of us finally got home, and thankfully the boys calmed down enough to kiss and make up. Tiago mentioned that, yes, political discussions can seem heated at times, but in the end, this does not ruin any friendships they may have. Which came to the sex part of the evening. One, and then the other, prepared for the act, and since they were bottoms, it took them longer to prepare and <ahem> clean down there. By the time we were all naked, in bed, it was almost 2. No matter, the wait was worth it. The two wore me out. As I had, and wanted, to be one of the tops in this Carioca sandwich, I had to have the stamina. The two were very obliging and passionate. The one thing I must say is that they are used to bareback sex, a departure from my two tops just earlier. I won’t say that I partook of this practice or not, but it sure looked hot while I was filming them. I came once, they both came twice each. The bed was a mess.
We woke up around noon the next day, totally spent from the night before. Lunch, and then some more fun after, before I had to rush to Santos Dumont to get to Recife for a night flight. They both went with me to Santos Dumont, and then I let them use my Uber app to get them home. 350 each.
So, what have learned, children? That it is good to get boys you already know and like, to get more boys for you, as they already know what you like, and they can advise their friends on your own proclivities for a smoother experience. Oh, and 23 is the perfect age for a boy to be in. In a trip where I am chasing perfection, this was as close to perfect as I could in any point of this trip so far.
Next, Recife!

Point has been open for 2 months now and Club 117 has been open for 2 weeks.
LOL. Is this so shocking to you @floridarob
Unsure. ALL the saunas have been slow for what they were pre-COVID.  Which is kind of shocking. Maybe I'll post about it, but 117 was so empty when I went, and Point 202 is still below what it usually is. Weekends are always good I think, but still lower than normal.  Contrast that with Espaco Lagoa. They seem to be doing well. Tho I do think the smaller space in Espaco Lagoa makes it look more packed. And there was a line to get rooms one Saturday. Maybe because Rio is more dependent on tourist traffic than SP, and tourist traffic is low these days?
Thanks man. I saw your guy that one time in Point 202 and had to let you know. Hopefully tings work out for you guys in a few months!

Finally, some downtime to write.  Here are other parts of my trip.  This post is about my night 2 weeks ago:
Another Few Days in Rio, Part 1 - The Sauna Duds
After my two weeks all holed up (and remotely working) the BF at his apartment in cold and wet winter in Santa Catarina, we were all set up to take a week off in Recife, a northeastern city. But first, I carved out a two night stay in Rio to play around a bit, before reuniting with the BF to jet up to Recife.
As Brazil (and most of the world) reopens, with precaution for COVID, there is word that the two other saunas in Rio are reopening as well, to give Point 202 a run for its money. With the tourist numbers still depressed, it will be interesting to see how these three vie for the local market. What I’ve seen in Point 202 has been tepid at best, a few stunners, but overall a bit mediocre, not to mention, the crumbling infrastructure and shoddy cleaning procedures is not impressive.
So there is word that Lions was opening the Friday I’m gonna be in Rio, and Club 117 is opening the next Monday, unfortunately I’d be in Recife already. I guess I’d just have to check it out next Rio visit. 


I made two overnight dates for the two nights I was going to be alone in Rio, with two boy pairs, for the one pair was a pair two tops, and the other, a pair of two vers-bottoms. I know that does not make any sense, pairing a key with another key, and having the two slots together, but this perceived incompatibility is actually an interesting experiment I’m willing to take. More on this next post.
I get to Rio at night, at meet up with the two tops at the AirBNB. The next day I met the two bottoms at 202, because I wanted to get a boy in the sauna before retiring to the apartment with my two dates. I run a volume business, apparently. Insatiable sex drive + increasing dollar value = never ending possibilities. Anyway, as I was prepping to go to the sauna, Bottom 1 texts me:

He then called me to tell me that Point 202 is actually pretty empty, and he said it was better to go to Lions tonight, as it is its first night to reopen. I told him to stay put, because I wanted to at least get one boy in 202, but agreed that we should go to Lion's afterwards. So I haul my ass out of my post-coital bliss with the two tops I just played with, showered and got dressed, and headed to Point 202.
Getting to Point, I was expecting a Friday crowd, which in the pandemic meant at least a decent crowd but not standing room only. I was wrong. The sauna was dissapointingly empty, with a few boys, and with really just one boy hot that I would be just OK with fucking. Bottom 1 finds me and gives me a big hug, and then a big wet kiss. I told him he was right, that the sauna was empty, even if it was a Friday night:

The sauna was veeerrrryyyy slow.  Slow enough that when I was looking around, I noticed something for the very first time, and I would not have not noticed if the sauna was busy and my attention would be elsewhere: a big mural of the sauna owner on display. I would not have noticed this in a million years.  Has this always been there?
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Bottom 2 joined us and invited us to go to the upstairs bar to smoke.  Again, super-duper empty:

After 30 minutes of searching, in vain, for my Point prince charming, I said fuck it and told the two boys that we should check out Lions.  It was Lions first night back, and they said it will be super busy with festivities tonight.  So we all check out of the empty Point, and we get the Uber to Lions.
20 minutes later, we were there.  The alleyway where Lions had some mask-less agglomeration already, so I knew the club at least had some action tonight. And indeed, they are open!  Finally, another sauna open to compete for Rio’s business:

And compared to Point 202, they seem to have their COVID health theater down. Samples:
At the door, signage telling people that masks are required, reduced capacity crowds indoors, promoting social distancing, and sanitization of the facilities:

At check-in, hand sanitizer with foot pedal for application to hands (with Lion’s branding!):

The tables had this signage, saying the tables and chairs were cleaned, which is reassuring, even if it was more or less accurate:

Everything was decked out for the reopening, and the festive music and atmosphere was fairly exciting:


Looking at the fairly healthy sized crowds of both customers and boys, I was quite surprised.  I know that masks are mandatory, but most if not all customers and boys had no masks on. The employees, and the owner, had masks on, though.  There was a good crowd inside, almost to a point that I felt transported to another time, pre-COVID. Lots of agglomeration, lots of contact, and lots of drinking, dancing, and merry-making. At this point in my trip, I was less queasy about the whole COVID precautions thing, having been lulled into a false sense of security by surviving a month in Brazil without any health scares, but still, this was new. I just rolled with it and drank and laughed and flirted with the rest of the folk. Life is short, have fun when you can. Yeah you might get sick and die tomorrow, but you only have right now that you can control.
There was a show with some drag queens and a stripper that was heavily decked out in indio gear. Not my cup of tea, but I rolled with it:


As for hunting boys, the place was a dud, for me. There was one or two that caught my attention, but with the atmosphere more geared towards being a bar to hang out in, rather than a sauna that you got boys from, I was just not feeling the motivation to pick a boy to fuck in the sauna. After a few drinks and merriment, and with the two bottom boys in hand, I felt that I had enough, without fucking a boy, and just told the boys that we should just go home and continue our festivities there, hopefully with all of us naked.
Two saunas, one super slow, one busy and lively, but both not quite good enough for me to get a boy to fuck. Oh well, can't win them all.
Next post, a date with two tops, and then a date with two bottoms.

All I can say is: Past performance is not indicative of future results, which is the classic investment adage that can be applied to going to the saunas here in Brazil. WIth the frequency in which I visit the saunas, I rarely get surprised anymore. But when I do, its because my assumptions were challenged. Just when I thought I've seen and heard everything, hear comes a boy that knocks my socks off, which makes the trip worth it. And its not all about sex either, its everything. I am in Recife now, and I met a boy that has gave me the biggest surprise of my Brazil life. I've always thought Termas Boa Vista, the main boy sauna here in Recife, as mediocre with boys but superior in sauna facilities. But the boy I met last night, oh boy, I was genuinely surprised in the encounter. DIDN't SEE IT COMING. Maybe I will share in a future post on here. Last night's encounter alone made the whole trip worth it. And I am not easily impressed.
I simply prefer Club 117 simply because they have "quality control" i.e. they are not araid to ban boys that have behaved badly in the past. Point 202 seems to be have less scruples, and welcome all-comers, which sometimes is problemactic. Even Lions Club bans boys if a customer complains about them. As for the quality of boys, maybe Club 117 "gets" my taste in men, but when Point 202 delivers the goods as well, it delivers well. All I can say is, I don't discount something because of past performance. I try and try, until I find that one encounter that takes my breath away. Last night was that night. Hopefully more to come. And it will only come if I try.
LOL, i know right. You have seen me in action. That other guy has ninja like reflexes and got to the boy before I did.
sad

This was two weeks ago. Yup Copa beach can get deserted. We took some beers to the beach that one night and just drank and talked till early morning. Copa can be a nice and tranquil place at night.
Thanks for the reminder. I have been told by other boys about the impending opening, which is tomorrow. I am Recife at the moment so I will have to catch them when I get back to the SE of Brazil.
Indeed, I am loving my times in Latin America. On Grindr I sometimes get a line like "I've never been with an Asian guy before" etc. I guess its nice to be fetishized once in a while? Indeed, Brazil has a fairly big Japanese settlement, especially in Sao Paulo (and thus you get gorgeous half asian boys that have the best of everything - the asian smooth skin, the Brazilian heat, the asian face, the Brazilian cock etc etc). I've probably had the craziest reaction in Colombia, where there are even less asians. I love Grindr there. Mexico city too is another city that I like too. San Juan, CR as well. I guess what I am saying is, its nice to be asian and in Latin America LOL.
I appreciate it as well when a long read is at least readable with the white space to separate paragraphs and moments. I write like how I like reading something.
Makes sense.  When is Fragata opening?
Thanks for the kind words. New and unexpected is the key.  Why do something if you already know the results? Its better if you are surprised, and you get to push yourself further.
More, next. I wish I had more time to write. The balance of experiencing things and wanting to write about it is always a struggle.

The Assembly line of fucks
I got another opportunity to check out Espaco Lagoa before heading to southern Brazil with the BF. It was a somewhat chilly day in Sao Paulo, but I was lucky to have skipped the cold temps that visited the city days before. Still, it was still cool weather, so I decided to visit the Frei Caneca shopping mall to have a cup of coffee.
The good thing about the Frei Caneca shopping mall is that it is pretty close to Espaco Lagoa. There is probably a reason for the closeness.  The walk from the mall to the sauna, you will encounter the unofficial gay street of Rua Frei Caneca, the gay hotel, and other gay locations. So its always an interesting time to see the patrons of this mall. You will see various gay people loitering, checking each other out. No surprise that when I open Grindr, it lit up like a Christmas tree with hits. I settled with my cup of coffee, subtly checking out a guy across from me, who I saw on Grindr (51 feet away!) while enjoying my cup of coffee:

After my coffee, I let @floridarob know that I was going to the sauna. It was almost 6 PM, so I would think it was prime time to wrap it up and head to Lagoa. At the sauna, I see @floridarob already seated and enjoying his drinks. I get another cup of coffee, and I remarked that this was the 3rd continent that I’ve seen him in. After some gossip, and acknowledging what big world-traveling sluts we both were, I start my hunt in earnest.
It was pretty busy in the main bar area. The public showers were opened up and all the tables were occupied. It was Sunday, karaoke night, so it was hard to have a decent conversation from all the loud singing, unless if you were up close and personal with the person you were talking to. So I had to leave the area if I was going to catch anything I wanted. At first, I was not finding anything, or I was hesitant in approaching with all the activity in the bar.
Programa #1: The Wily Veteran
But in the corner of my eye, by the entrance near the stage, was an interesting blonde and blue eyed guy, as white as can be, that stood out from everyone. No one was in towels (COVID), but he went one better: he was wearing a nice shirt and pants. I quickly excuse myself and chase after the guy. I go to the hallway to assess his hotness. Paulistano. 26 years old. He took off his mask while he was talking, which helped because it sealed the deal. He looked more German than Brazilian, but his Paulista accent gave him away.
We get a suite (always) and got to our room. Wow, this place is so clean and more put together than Point 202. It is not hard to do. And they had towels and flip flops carefully packed in plastic for use. So hygienic. He quickly disrobes and plops himself on the bed. I join him clothed, and he quickly disrobes me. With me naked, he tells me “much better,” and gives me a kiss. That was when I realized that I forgot to ask him the requisite questions: does he kiss? Top or bottom? How much?
That never happens to me, I usually do my due diligence before commiting, but no time like the present to ask. I know he does kiss, he says he is versatile, and the usual 150 for the programa, or 200 with cum. He delivered in all respects. Fairly passionate, and had an amazing ass. I had him pose for me, squatting with his ass in the air. Perfect. I’m not a super top, but this guy did it for me in the moment. The pale, smooth skin helped, and it came with a smooth ass. He sat on me, and I came really quickly. It took a while for him to cum tho, as he said it was hard to cum after getting fucked.
Afterwards we talked for a bit. He has been doing sauna work for a while, and even did a stint in European saunas. Took a break and was back in the business. Saving up money for a trip back to Europe, when it opens up, and beefing up in the process for more exacting European clientele. He certainly knows what he’s got. No doubt he earns a lot of money.
I don’t know how long I was away, but going back to @floridarob, it seemed like an eternity. He told me I act fast, just disappearing and doing the programa. “I know what I like and I go for it,” I say. I get a cocktail.
I think I was seated in the perfect spot in the bar area at Espaco Lagoa. We were seated close to the door, and my seat was angled such that I was facing the door and can see who came and went, while having a view of the stage. Understandably I would miss some of the public shower guys who would entice customers with their third legs, but until I grow a third eye in the back of my head, I’d choose to be facing where the guys came and went.
Programa #2: The Casual Passers-by
The current location of Espaco Lagoa is both a blessing and a curse. It is so much more central, located in the Frei Caneca, and close enough to Paulista and Bela Vista. The bad thing about it is, any casual guy can just stop by and try to sell their wares. In the old location, it was more or less more residential, and you actually had to want to be there in order to be at the sauna, and not just casually drop by on the way somewhere else. So I find that there are more casual GPs than the usual, career quality GPs, in this location, that in the old location.
I noticed a fresh batch of guys come in, milling about. They were just in the periphery and not going in the main area. They were fully dressed, like everyone, but not smartly as to accentuate any of their body parts, like the career GPs. They probably just wandered off from the street over to see if they can score a few reais. Two of them were nice looking. The shorter one was more muscular, was looking more like a brute, and his biceps were bulging out of his shirt. The taller one was tall indeed, more lanky, but had a very pretty face. I’ve never seen them before. Probably their first time here.
After trading more gossip with @floridarob, I see the shorter one making eyes with me. I made eyes back. He took off his mask and smiled at me. I looked at his friend and his friend was being felt up by another customer. A few more minutes roll by, and the guy kept making eyes, but would never approach or even enter the bar area. After finishing my drink, I make a decision, and tell @floridarob I will be back. I lock eyes on the shorter one, and we congregate in the hall. I motion to the taller one to also come so I can inspect both. After introductions, the shorter one was trying to sell himself, with descriptions of what we would do together and such. The taller one was way more shy, just standing there. He was gorgeous tho, brown hair and green eyes. Such a killer combo.
I ask them if they were friends and went here together. They both said yes. I asked them how much. 150 for each. I ask them what they did. Only tops but passionate. I can work with that. I told them I want to get a room. The shorter one asks: “which one?” I tell them, both of you, of course. The taller one smiles, as if to say: “really?” Is that OK? The shorter one says, “of course!” So we get a suite and the two tail me as I lock the door behind me.
We started with just standing there. Obviously this was a bit manufactured, nothing organic about it. I started to break the ice by asking a few questions. They’ve been friends for a long time. It was the taller guy’s first time here, and didn’t really know what to do here. It was the shorter one’s second time, and I was his second customer as well. The taller one was nervous, maybe unsure he wanted to do it. I ask if they have seen each other naked before. “Not totally,” the shorter one answers. I laugh. Everyone laughs.
“So what will we do now?” I ask. The shorter one takes command, and asks the taller one to undress. He takes off his shirt. The shorter one unbuttons the taller one’s pants. His briefs appear through his opened zipper. I take it further by pulling down his pants. He is just in his underwear. The shorter one disrobes to his briefs as well. I do as well. And then the shorter instructs the other to start kissing me. After some hesitation, he does. I take a hand to his groin. Big boy. He make it grow. We were off to the races. The shorter one turned to be fairly dominant, and the taller one passionate. It worked out, somehow weirdly. Both came on my chest, while towering over me on the bed.
It was somewhat an awkward encounter. It’s kind of what you expect from just casual passers-by I guess.
Programa #3: The Reason Why I’m Here
Getting back to @floridarob, I realized that I’ve already came with three different people in a span of 1.5 hours, and floridarob was just getting started. I guess my speed is really fast. We both notice a nice looking moreno in the public shower, and he had the perfect pair of (1) giant cock and (2) nice round ass. @floridarobnoticed him too and commented on him being nice looking.  When the toweled off and got out of the shower, I quickly motion to him to sit down with us so at least @floridarob had some company.
All three of us soon got to laughing and joking, mostly about how much of a slut I was. Fair enough. I see someone in the corner of my eye again. Uh oh. He was a beautiful moreno. Nice facial hair. Prerry face. Wearing a tight t-shirt and tight jeans. He filled those nicely. There was something about him that just draws one to him. Something magnetic. Of course I acted fast, as I do. I bid both goodbye for now and headed for him.
When we were in the hallway, he takes of his mask and smiles this million watt smile. He introduces himself. A Carioca, of course. I journey all this way to Sao Paulo to be hooked by another Carioca. He talks to me in a whisper, and he draws me close so he can hear me. I press my hands on his shoulders, and his back. Big broad shoulders, hard sinewy back. We settle on 150, or 200 if he cums. I couldn’t say no. I was impressed by how he carried himself.
In the room we both sit on the bed and he takes my hand and caresses it. We talk for a minute. His deep voice was soothing. He takes off his clothes, even underwear. He wanted me to see. Big thighs, big plump ass, and of course, hung like no other. He kisses me deeply. And soon I was naked myself. Damn, this was a good start.
After some hot foreplay he asks me what I liked. I said since he was just a top, that I couldn’t take his length and girth, since he was pretty big. He said fine, and we did more foreplay. After getting hot and heavy and him rimming me, he takes the condom and lube and started to sheath himself. I laughed. I reminded him that I didn’t want to take him. He said he understood, but he was just going to “show me something.” Fine. What could happen, right? We did more foreplay. He got me really warmed up. And then he started to put it in. Slow. While working on me. Got me relaxed. Put it in more. More working on me. I got even more relaxed. Until he was all in. Until he was able to get a rhythm in. Until he pulled out and fed me his cock to explode in my mouth.
Well that was amazing and unexpected, and simply mesmerizing. When you hire someone, they will do what you tell them to do, since you are paying and you callall the shots. It’s something else when you pay someone to do what you want, but they know what you actually want more than you did. I am rarely surprised anymore in these situations, sadly, but this programa was indeed a surprise. We shower together. We get dressed.
Before we left, I tell him that he had something unique, something that was hard to come by in the sauna, and he had something that just can’t be replicated anywhere. He smiles that million watt smile again, and told me he has heard this from others before. I give him my phone, to get his Whatsapp. I’ve met 4 guys in the sauna today, and this was the first guy I wanted to get a second meeting.
I emerge from the programa. I tell @floridarobI had to run, as the BF was awake and waiting for me. Not bad for a 3 hour stay in Espaco Lagoa.

Maybe you have heard the phrase “Brazil is not for beginners,”and this may be true. I think it is more “The Real Brazil is not for beginners,”and it takes dedication and time to truly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy your first trip here. But remember: forget everything you assume about Thailand. This is not Thailand. Sometimes that is good, sometimes that is bad. I’d approach Brazil with an open mind, and an eye on your belongings, and pretty soon you’ll fall in love with it (or not, and run screaming back to Guarulhos). I’d be curious how you get along, knowing your types and peculiarities. My suggestion is actually go to Mexico first, which will have the Twinks you are looking for, and perhaps Mexico has a smooth learning curve than Brazil. But if you must:
Some questions for my upcoming trip.
When taking a taxi, can you sit in front? (In Thailand, I always sit in front for better view and comfort, but most people sit in the back.)
As has been said before, not recommended during COVID. Some drivers even have a plastic barrier that isolates him from you, so riding in the front defeats the purpose.  Uber has provided this plastic barrier in their Rio offices.
Does anyone here drink tap water in Brazil? (I do so everywhere in SEAsia without negative effect.)
From my experience, I am always told to not drink the Rio tap water, recently by the BF, tho he has used Rio tap water for the coffee maker. I’ve heard this in SP as well.  In the northeast, and southern states, seems like we have used tap water without incident. Some AirBNBs that double as homes for the owners (and not career rentals), there are water purifiers that you can use. 
Are hotels cheaper when booked on hotel booking websites online or walk-in? (Strangely, in SEAsia generally cheaper online, but I had a few that were cheaper in walk-in.)
Who does walk-in’s anymore? Anyway, I’ve only needed to do a walk-in once, when the BF and I needed lodging in Curitiba. We did a walk in in a nice apart-hotel type property, but upon checking online, we found it was about 15% cheaper online. Small sample size, but there you go.
I will get a Brazilian SIM-card, not so much for calling and SMS, but mainly for data, at least 2 GB for my two week trip. I hope my experiences will entice me to come back to Brazil, for that case I want to to extend the validity. Which operator is particularly easy/cheap for long validity?
2GB? That’s tiny. Anyway, this is not Thailand (it’s not even Costa Rica, which has SIM cards for sale at baggage claim in San Juan), and places to buy SIM cards are not in the Brazil airports.  You may be able to find SIM cards in the Lojas Americanas or a Pharmacy in the airport, but its hit or miss.  Best place to get one is a major shopping mall in the center of the city, where the possibility of having English-speaking attendants are higher, like Shopping Paulista in SP or Rio Sul in RJ. 
I suggest TIM as cell operator, and they seem to be the most common IMHO. You can see the plans for tourists here:
https://www.tim.com.br/sp-interior/para-voce/planos/pre-pago/tim-visitor
If you encounter PT-only speaking people, show them this. Chip is SIM Card (pronounced ship):

Any hotel recommendations for SP and Rio? I like public transport, so it should be in walking distance to metro station and no problems to bring back boys. Price up to 20 USD per night.
Can’t help you here. The hotels I stay in are at least $40 a night. AirBNB is your best best, and for that price you’ll get some bare-bones room in the tourist areas, or something good in outlying areas like Centro in RJ or Tatuapé etc in SP. The more posh hotels wont let you accept visitors to your room, for security reasons. That is why I choose AirBNB everything, and check their policy. Again, most of the AirBNB language in Brazilian listing are in PT, but google translate is your friend.  
Internet says you can bring one mobile phone, but with two you might get questioned at immigration/customs. Any experiences?
Because of the draconian import taxes Brazil imposes on imported goods, customs sometimes cracks down on people who may bring extra cellphones to sell for 30% less than what it would be in Brazil, but still get a nifty profit. I’ve only been questioned once by customs, and they will scan your luggage for extra electronics, so its best if you have those extra cellphones on your person. Not that I sell cellphones or anything, wink wink.
I will fly with hand luggage only (hold luggage would cost 80 EUR more for round trip). Is laundry service widely available? I will need to buy a full set of clothes in SP, recommendation where? (And afterwards leave them in Brazil, or try to sneak them into the plane as overweight/oversize hand luggage.)
Laundry service that is widely available is also expensive, especially in the tourist areas, like those 5 a Sec places.  Best bet is getting an AirBNB with a washer and dryer, a must for me these days, but that would probably be over your $20 a night limit.
Bras in São Paulo is the ultimate place to buy super cheap and nice clothes. I go crazy there sometimes. But like anywhere else in Brazil, it will take some getting used to haggling prices in Bras, and 25 de Marco.  
Most popular app for online dating is grindr, most popular messenger is whatsapp, most popular taxi is grab?
Yes, yes, and no, Uber

Rio Inside Part 2
Day 2: A night with Instagram boys
The majority of the people I follow on my Instagram are Brazilians, and almost all are super hot and sexy Brazilian thirst traps that are nice to look at for sure. Some of the boys I follow are GPs and/or pornstars that are known to be for hire, but probably 98% of the guys I follow run the gamut of gym trainers to TV actors to just regular guys. I always wonder about this other, non-GP 98%, if some of them are for hire, since this is Brazil. While I am sure some of them are, I wonder if messaging some of them to make an indecent proposal is appropriate.  In the end, I err on the side of being respectful and not message them if they don’t seem like to be for hire, like these guys:

Sometimes tho, you get confirmation in real life.
Last year, when I was in the beaches in the southern part of Sao Paulo state, my friends and I hung out in one of the more popular beach quiosques in Santos/Sao Vicente. It was a warm summer night, and the place was hopping with people drinking/swimming/dancing and having general merriment. One of my best friends, a super sociable Paulistano who knew all too well my obsession with beautiful Brazilian boys, introduced me to this absolutely stunner of a Carioca. He was 20 at that time, super tan, and like many others during the summer, had his hair bleached blonde for the season. After I picked up my jaw off the floor, I got to talking to this young lad, and got utterly charmed. All the while I was talking to him, I always thought he looked familiar but couldn’t place why I think I knew him.
We got a conversation going, with me nursing my 3rd caipirinhna, and him chugging a gin cocktail. He seemed to have a lot of questions about the USA in general, and other things about my life, and he was super accommodating with my queries about his life. Currently, he was a soccer player for a Series B or C soccer club in Rio, and that explained why he had an athletic frame. He had a lean muscular frame, as I could see with him shirtless, and his cum gutters were on display, and I could also see his big soccer playing thighs escaping out of his trendy shorts. But it was his face: handsome, young, and with a boyish quality that is hard to find, that stood him apart for me.
After a while he bid me farewell to join his other friends who were leaving, but not without asking me for my Whatsapp. Later that night he sent me a message saying that he wanted me to have his contact too, and sent over a link to his Instagram page. It just so happens that I was already following him on Instragram, and that’s why he looked familiar to me. He had more than 200k followers, which usually meant that he was pretty and the lots of the followers were there to gawk at his beauty.  Over the ensuing months, we would talk once in a while, but again, out of respect, I did not ask if he was available to be hired, and let the friendship just as it was, and that was good enough for me.
Fast forward to early March of this year, and the BF and I were having a farewell dinner during my Carnaval trip, with music and drinks at the quioque Xodozin: 

I posted a photo of drinks to my Whatsapp status. After 5 minutes, I get a reply to my post:

He also sent a photo of him with his main friend, also a very young, pretty and fit Carioca. It was a photo of both shirtless during the celebration of Carnaval, looking very very yummy. After a few replies through dinner, I told him that I could not invite them over to drinks because I was with my BF, but we could set a date to meet in my next trip. I then asked the question about the possibility having a little fun with them, since they would not send me that photo if not to entice me to ask.
He admitted that programas was not something he did, but thought he’d try to at least meet again me since it seemed like a good guy and “normal”, whatever that means. He said he was only a top, but his friend could do it all, so he said we could all have a good time, trying it all, over drinks. I tell him that I could meet them in my next trip in late March, and I promised him the night of drinks and frolic he was asking. He also sent me the Instragram page of his friend. Another Instagram boy with 200k followers.
Then COVID happened of course, so my next trip was just with the BF in quarantine. I had to tell the Carioca that I could not meet, which he was OK with. Over the next four months, we would still talk, and his posts on Instagram noticeably slowed down, probably because of COVID isolation. When the country reopened, I let him know that I was going to be in Rio and will try to get some alone time. He told me that I still owed him a night of drinking, and that he was still game to meet.  He admitted that money has been tough due to the pandemic and he actually will need the money I was offering him. We settle on 400 for each guy for an overnight, which to me seemed low, considering the quality I was getting and the strength of the dollar.
After a nice nap till the afternoon (I needed it after the Grindr exertions), I prepared the apartment for the two Cariocas to invade my apartment. In turn, hottie guy was sending me photos of his prep as well, including photos of him shaving his body. I told him he didn’t have to do that, but he told me he wanted to look good for me. When they were ready, I called them an Uber from Barra de Tijuca. I met them at the lobby of the apartment, and we all walked to the nearest Rio Sul grocery store to get $35 worth of alcohol and food:

What followed was a chill and relaxing evening. The alcohol of choice was gin, with red bulls and tonic. With Portuguese language music in the background, and some lively and sometimes fairly intense heart-to-hearts about life in Rio, and the difficulties of being unemployed during the pandemic, I got something better than just physical release: a genuine connection. Sure, I got physical release as well, that was the draw, but nothing is better than doing it with guys you have connected with. And indeed, after all the merriment, we retired to the bedroom, and they were pretty generous with sharing their bodies with me.
They stayed till noon the next day. $150 on these two seemed cheap.
Day 3: Pointing fingers
It was my last day of solitude in Rio, so a trip to Point 202, the only sauna that was open in Rio, was I order. I get there at around 6 PM, and in this Saturday night, there were more customers and boys present than last week. Since it was cold, I ordered a coffee to wake me up. Unfortunately, they didn’t have coffee in the menu, which to me seemed odd. One of the bartenders however, told me to wait a minute as he went in the back to look for something. He emerged with a hot cup of coffee for me. I showed him my locker number to pay, but he said it was free. I finally got something for free in a Brazilian sauna! It actually turned out to be a great cup of coffee:

Looking around, no one jumped out to me like last time. There was one cute boy who was a branquinho who looked nice, but was snapped up by a customer before I got the chance to chat him up. After a second cup of coffee, two nice looking morenos chatted me up, one much better looking than the other. After the usual BS banter, I invited the better looking guy over upstairs to talk more. He smoked like the rest of them:

He checked a lot of boxes for sure: tall, great kisser, hung, great ass, and magic abs. I was probably less enthused about this one but I didn’t think I would get anything better tonight. So we head back downstairs to get a suite. Don't forget to use a mask guys, even if no one in sight was wearing a mask:

We got to the room and find a unmade bed filled with used condoms, condom wrappers on the side table, and wet footprints on the floor.
GROSS.


The boy fetched the cleaning guy, who upon getting there, got a mop to clean up, yelled a half-sincere “SORRY” in English in my general direction.  That mop looks like its dirty.

After he changed the sheets and gets rid of the previous programa’s evidence, I finally get some alone time with my boy. It was fine. He fucked me. Not a barnburner. After the programa, he kept hanging out with me while I perused the other boys. I was right, I could not have done better than what I had tonight, which was kind of disappointing. We watche the drag queen show and then the strip show, which was just fine. Overall: meh. I thought i'd appreciate anything that resembled real life, after months of getting by without it, but it was just not working for me tonight.
I go home, sadly, alone.  So as not to be alone, I send a message to a boy I previously met last year in Club 117. He got here an hour later. He still looked the same, the young and tan (and hugely hung) Carioca I spent 4 days with last year, and he didn’t disappoint then. I told him about my so-so night in Point 202, and he laughed. He told me that there was a reason why he does not go to Point, and only sells his wares in 117. I knew a lot of boys like that. They all had their reasons why.
I told him that we were in the middle of a pandemic, and Point was the only game in town, and I had no other choice. He then said: “I am a better choice” pointing to himself.  And then he showed me why he was the better choice. He spent the night, fucked my brains out, and had lively conversation. I could have skipped Point and just spent the night with this stud. Then again, I will continue visiting Point in the future. Because like I said, if it’s good, it’s great, and when it’s bad, it’s gross.

Hey thanks @bcdaron. I have not seen these two since COVID, and I’ve been to Lagoa twice this trip now. I’ve seen them multiple times as dancers who do strip teases, but never on the floor like the regular GPs looking for customers. Unsure if they can be acquired tho maybe they can be at a (premium?) price. I do know that some gogó dancers at saunas are only dancers and noT for hire for more (hung out with a couple to know), but unsure if these two are for hire or not. Good looking both, tho the second one always looks like he needs more sleep whenever I see him at the sauna. He always looks like he just woke up when he appears in Lagoa.
Make sure your travel insurance covers exactly your dates that you intend to stay. They are very exact for some reason this time.  They do write on your entry stamp the number of days you intend to stay based on either what you say or what is in your insurance or date on your return ticket. @floridarob can shed more light on this.
Awww, maybe I’ll see you then @Latbear4blk. The BF and I may drive over where you intend to stay.
I don’t use them, but the ones in Guarulhos airport were open.
Oh god LOL. As if I am not super long-winded in my regular trip posts already. Don’t ask me to write about the times I almost got killed/arrested/robbed/drugged/deported/suspected as a robber. Brazil does give one experiences one does not find anywhere else, whether you like it or not.
I sincerely apologize for disappearing numerous times LOL. I will write about it.  It was nice hanging out with you before you returned home.
Hehe well clearly some of us are traveling, probably foolishly, but time will tell. We are your guinea pigs. 

Brazil Health Theater: Rio de Janeiro Edition

(come to Rio)
The greater powers of Rio (and the world) have a conundrum to solve: how to get life and the economy back up while still trying to mitigate the spread of COVID.  With the rates of transmission decreasing and deaths declining as well, I can see why Brazil decided to open its borders when it did.  The virus is far from solved here (or anywhere) of course, and there is still a lot of suffering happening, but I do see the powers that be here are trying to forge a way forward, Bolsonaro notwithstanding.
So here are some more things I’ve noticed on the Brazil Health Theater front, this time around Rio, while it tried to forge a new normal:
Shopping Mall Temp Checks
This seems to be above what Sao Paulo was doing – the two shopping malls I’ve been here, mainly Shopping Rio Sul in Botafogo, and Barra Shopping in Barra da Tijuca, are employing these temperature scanners:


Coupled with people lanes to direct crowds and avoid agglomeration, and signage to social distance, I guess these would be good enough for mitigation in a shopping mall.  Not sure how effective these are, but its something, right?
Restaurant Measures
The fact that indoor dining is allowed here is light years from what is allowed in most of California where I live. How it's executed with mitigation measures, however, is a mixed bag. Some old-timey padarias have social distancing measures like prohibiting seating in every other table, others just exist as usual with no such distancing at all.  But a few observations:
1. Those “por quilo” buffets are ripe to become disasters with COVID transmission, but so far I’ve seen these plastic gloves available at the start of every buffet line, so at least you are handling those community utensils to shovel your food on to your plate with a clean barrier from your COVID hands.

Around the “quiosques” in Copacabana and Ipanema, you can encounter these good housekeeping “seals of approval” posted, and if you follow the QR code, will show you a website that states that the establishment is following current city guidelines for mitigation of COVID. Again, unsure if one can just print one out and pretend to be compliant, but it’s a nice things to have. The signs are in Portguese, Spanish, and English (three signs total), geared towards the tourist set, obviously.

Whenever I am in Copa, I am partial to a shrimp and strawberry caipirinha lunch, for some reason:


There’s multiple things happening in this next photo, which was taken at a usual café near the Copacabana beach front:

1. Hand sanitizer in every table
2. Mask wearing required for every restaurant worker
3. Tables spaced further away to promote distancing
4. Menus now available online via QR codes so you don’t have to handle a physical menu
I appreciate the effort. It made this $1.25 cup of coffee worth it.
Even with COVID Changing Everything, Barra da Tijuca Is Still The Best
This week I’ve been to the beach complexes of Copacabana, Ipanema, and Botafogo. While all three are excellent and largely popular with tourists, to me, the beaches of Barra da Tijuca is still the best among the Zona Sul of Rio beaches.
Sure, Copacabana will be the one teeming with tourists during Reveillon, or the stretch of Ipanema near Farme de Amoedo street will be teeming with slutty gays, or the Botafogo beaches boasts views of both Christ the Redeemer and Sugarloaf mountain, capturable in one photo, but to me, it is the Barra da Tijuca beaches that blends the best combination of it being a more of a beach for locals, with better services, and less tourist troubles.
Some reasons:
1. Some barracas are connected to the qiosques, so you get better food, drinks and access to their bathrooms if you need it, to join your umbrella and chair rentals in the beach:

Coisa linda. And it tasted even better than it looked. I contrast this with less exciting food found in Copa and Ipanema, which is usually from barracas with less resources and skills, than you find in a full blown restaurant.
2. The street vendors are less pushy and less annoying for some reason. Maybe because less tourists and more locals are here, and they are less enthused with bullshit.  Also, we were in for a treat this trip. The day we went, we recognized one of the street vendors, selling biscuits, from a news show we were watching days ago.


His story is a cute one. He is an engineering student who is trying to help his parents who lost their jobs by selling “biscoitos” in Barra Beach.  He is being celebrated as a sample of Brazilian resiliency in the face of crisis. I was thrilled that we spotted him in Barra, and had a good chat with him about his newfound fame, selling biscuits, and his future plans. I even got a selfie with him:

The biscuits were $1 each bag.
3. Barra has more sporty people coming to play and surf. Not bad to look at as well.



In closing, even with all the uncertainty in the world today, I am glad this fact still remains: The best summer I’ve ever experienced, is a winter in Rio.

Rio Inside, Part 1
This was only going to be one post about 3 rainy days in Rio, and what I did. But because I can’t shut up, I am breaking this up into two posts.
Late last week, a cold front of polar air suddenly pushed its way through the southern states of Brazil.  Since it is winter, and I am always unprepared for winter whenever I go to Brazil during this time , it meant more than a good chance of the arrival of the occasional cold air and rain. This weather is obviously not conducive for most outdoor activities, which is the one thing I do whenever I can when I am in Brazil. But not when one has to be dressed like this (from the news last Thursday):

So this was the weather forecast for Thursday to Saturday, with comments by me:

This 3-day of rain and cold coincided with a 3-day break from the BF, as he had to scurry back to Sao Paulo. So I am left alone in Rio with the weather being bad.  So, there is nothing to do but to look for trouble, or have trouble look for me.
Day 1: Getting Back in the Grind

“Putaria Agora” – the definition of my weekend in Rio
Just my experience: I’ve always found Grindr in Sao Paulo to be much better with hooking up with locals than Grindr in Rio. My guess is, because of the larger tourist flow in Rio, there is more competition from “fresh blood” than the relatively less touristy Sao Paulo. Nowadays, with COVID decimating the tourist numbers, I’ve found that i was getting way more messages from non-GP locals in Rio, than even in Sao Paulo, so I was keen on taking advantage of this change.
I’ve been discreetly looking at Grindr with the BF still with me (he does not have Grindr in his phone, to the best of my knowledge), and I was finding the same burst of activity that I have found last week in Sao Paulo. I call it “the COVID bump” - gays looking to bump and grind, as the gays are not finding their usual outlets to let loose available to them (clubs, parties, crowds), so hooking up, tho very risky COVID-wise, is one of the few things to do these days.
So after lunch, when the BF drove away, I switched on the Grindr. It didn’t take long to get messages. The first guy who I thought was cute that messaged me, I replied back. cute 24 year old Carioca, latino looks, floppy hair. And it went like this:


Hello. What are you looking for? Sex. Host? Yes. Nudes?
And then I got a barrage of nudes. And then this intersting question:
You like dominating?
Dominating? This was interesting. This kid had a gigantic dick but wanted to be dominated by this Asian. Very very interesting. An hour later he was here. Handsome and lean. Very nice and tan, with the expected tan line where his sunga would be. Was very innocent looking. Aaaaaand... I tried my best in being “dominant”. Pushing, shoving, slapping, topping.  Thought about what best swear Portuguese swear words I knew, with some English thrown in.  I think it went well. It was nice seeing that big dick flop around while I was play-acting. I might like this dominating thing.
Afterwards we walked the beach front of Copacabana. While the sex was good, his story was better. We had coffee. I paid for the coffee (a grand total of $2). Exchanged Whatsapp. Bid farewell.
Getting back to the apartment meant opening up Grindr again, while watching TV. Some time passed and I got a message from a profile that had one green eye in focus. I open the messages sent and he sent 5 photos of himself, fully clothed. He was very handsome, branquinho, and those green eyes leapt out of the phone. He was 28, fairly tall. Very clean cut. The face alone was the selling point, and he new it.

He wanted to kiss and cuddle. I invited him over. He wasn’t built like a Greek god or anything, but he was fit, big ass and thighs, which is a turn on. Big chest. Lots of cuddling, kissing, nibbling.  Fairly low key and relaxing. He stayed for about two hours and left.
While ordering in Uber Eats (sushi, yummy), I took another look at my conversations so far. Lots of good choices and convos, but I was looking for someone who could potentially stay the night, since it was getting late, and I was in the mood for overnight company tonight. I zeroed in on an 18 year old, lean and smooth looker who was very good conversation on Grindr. He was far away tho, in northern Duque de Caxias, north of Galeao airport, and needed a way to get to me.
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After weighing all my options, and possible risks (and looking at the many many nudes he sent me – nice face, fat dick, giant ass, big thighs, yummy abs), I asked him to get on a quick video chat with me.  He quickly obliged. He was a cutie! Killer smile also. I decided to call him an Uber. 45 minute trip for $5. I ran to the closest 24 hour Zona Sul grocery store to replenish the alcohol supply. The good thing about calling an Uber for a trick is you can track when they are close by.
When his Uber was close, I ran down to meet him outside. As advertised, and taller than I thought. He looks more indio than white, but because of Brazil’s amazing racial mixing, his tall nose and light brown eyes made his look more like the typical mixed Brazilian. When he got out of his Uber, he was reserved and shy, but once we got indoors, he showed me the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. Very attentive and charming. Wore me out, as only an 18 year old can. He stayed the night. 
With all the horror stories about crime in Brazil, it is naturally unnerving to have a stranger stay with you for an overnight. But it is something I have done before, and I do what I can to (1) do my due diligence to find someone I can trust and (2) make sure I am in a place that is secure enough (like with cameras or a porter that asks for ID) for peace of mind. I wouldn't recommend this for newbies. I say this as someone who invited someone over on their first ever night in Brazil.
He didn’t kill me in my sleep (actually woke me up once for sex). He didn’t rob me. He didn’t ask for money in the end. He only asked for an Uber back after Café da Manha. He came 5 times total, as only an 18 year old can.
Up next, Instagram boys, and another sauna visit.