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So, I just sent this as I'm boarding...Hey, I was just going to let you know when I'll be free so you can keep it in mind, but you don't need to decide now. I arrive tomorrow (Tuesday) around 9, so I should be free from say 11 to around 14. The next day (Wednesday) I'll be free even longer maybe from 10 to 16.
What I was thinking to bridge the gap between the Brazilian price and the prix a la francaise is a sort of compromise....I don't know how busy you are, so consider me a low-priority, second-class client  If you get a French cash cow feel free to postpone or cancel me, so that you are only sacrificing time, but not money to meet me. Even when you are with me feel free to answer your messages, leave early, whatever. In Brazil we were doing 300 reais/hr with idea that (if you want) it could be several hours. The rates in Barcelona are about 150eur/hour, maybe a little higher in Paris, I would imagine. So how's 500reais/hr, again with the expectation it would be several hours so that in the end it would be a lower hourly, but could add up to more in the end, again on the proviso that you can just meet me whenever you have "spare time"? If not this week, I will back May 16. And finally, if it doesn't work out here I will be back in Rio June 10

Have you, by any chance, used Grindr in the United States at any point in, say, the last two or three years…?  You appear to fall into the condoms-only club which is fine and apparently right for you but the membership is dwindling.  Times (and technology) change and with them attitudes.
Lastly, I cannot help but mention that you may also want to investigate the abstinence-only club.  I’m told it has the lowest risk of them all…

Barebacking not only places the escorts at risk, the rest of us as well.  Selfish lack of respect for life, or all.  No way to sugar-coat it.

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

Lucky you! I’ll never trade the feeling of my first time in a sauna in Brazil.  If you’re interested in knowing how that went, it’s all here:
Anyway, to your question, yes mobile phones are allowed in the saunas so you’ll have that to help you. And thank goodness for Google Translate!  How did we ever survive without it?  I do have a few tips for you to make those transactions with these hot men a little bit easier.  This definitely helped me starting out. After that though I’ve decided to be fluent in the language and that was one of my best decisions I’ve ever made:
1. Take the time to learn some basic words:
Even if you will rely on your Google Translator, knowing some words in Portugues will help.  Which words?  I’d go to YouTube to find out which words to learn. This is a good video that gives you the basic phrases as a tourist.  It’ll also get your ears used to hearing how Brazilian Portugues sounds like:
So try to brush up on your Obrigados (thank you) and Ois (hello) and Desculpas (sorry) before you go.
2. Know the basic Portugues sex words and phrases.
Simply putting “ I’m a top”  in Google Translate will result in a slightly different thing than what you intended. So knowing the basic sex terms in Portugues will definitely come a long way.  Phrases like:
Ativo - Top
Passivo - Bottom
Versatil - Versatile
Ativo liberal - Someone who prefers to top sometimes will bottom under the right circumstances (this is incidentally my sweet spot and my preference of guy in the saunas)
Beija bem? - Do you kiss well?
Você faz o que? - What do you do/what sexual positions do you do?
Quanto?  - How much?
Chupar - suck
Vai me comer? - Will you fuck me?
Gozar/Com gozar - to Cum, with cum (sometimes a negotiating tactic)
There are a lot of more words to mention, but this should get you started.
3. When using Google Translate, keep it simple.
One mistake people often make while using Google Translate is the usage of complex sentences with colloquialisms and jargon that translate differently from what you mean.  For example, let’s say your new Brazilian boyfriend invited you to a party tonight.  You just realized that your butt is sore due to the non-stop pounding you just received from that 10 inch dick.  You take you phone and type in the sentence “Can I get a raincheck? meaning that you can’t go now but would want to be invited the next time he goes. The translation will be wrong of course, as raincheck is a colloquialism that means something else when directly translated.  But just putting in something as simple as “Next time" is good enough to convey the point across.  Complex sentences with multiple clauses will more than likely confuse the algorithm of the translator, resulting in garbled translation.  Break it up into simpler and more digestible phrases will come a long way. 
4. When negotiating price, best way is through your phone.
If you’re not familiar on how to count in Portugues, best way to show how much one is willing to pay or to get paid, is to use your phone’s calculator app and putting in the amount to show them, or for them to show you. Sometimes boys will try to say the amount in English but it is sometimes wrong. It’s easy enough to say duzentos when saying 200 reais but when in doubt, use your calculator.  Also the calculator’s font size is big enough to get the point across.
5. Don’t use your phone to translate when outside
Using your phone to translate inside the sauna or bar or restaurant or hotel room is fine because it is secure. But say you and you paramour are walking hand-in-hand on Rua Augusta and you had the urge to tell your boy how much you love the feeling of his cum shooting inside your butt, but you don’t know how.  Don’t just whip pout your phone in the middle of the street and start typing away on Google Translate! That’s the easiest way to get your phone snatched. It can wait till you are inside where it is more secure.
I think I’ve covered most of what I feel will help you. In time you will learn the language through immersion, if you are open to it of course. I feel that my experience in Brazil has improved 100 times more significantly by learning the language and connecting with the people. The cellphone is a blessing and a curse: it allows us to communicate with people that we otherwise will have difficulty understanding, but at the same token, having a cellphone with you at all times makes the experience weird and impersonal, at least for me. Besides, it’s better to put down that cellphone to two-hand that 10 inch monster you just paid duzentos  reais for.

Following recommendations of Tomcal, we decided to go to Bangu sauna on sunday which is supposed to be the best day there. 
Bangu is located 30 km from Rio. 
We struggled a little since the sauna Casa Grande is not well poditionned on google : it is actually on the opposite side of the railway. But it is well positionned on uber so if you use uber, it should be ok.


(The swimming pool shown above is the one of Casa Grande)
When you see the police car with the policemen with guns you are close (lol).


Sauna opens at 3 pm on sunday. Boys are coming regularly until 5 or 6 pm. We arrived there around 3.30 pm. Around 5 pm, there were around 15 boys. All next door types. No over muscular hunks here. Some twinks. 
It is a kind of family atmosphere : we are received by the owner, there is a churrasco being prepared, drinks are cheap and good (the caipirinha there was perfect). The boys who arrive come to introduce themselves to customers. Boys wear blue towels. Customers white towel. So if you are given a blue towel, beware lol.
Compared to my 2 previous trips there (on a saturday nite for a big party in ... 2012) there are a few more rooms, each one with shower. No sheet on the bed though. And you can buy condoms but not gel ...
I chatted quite a lot with the boys who came sit down at our table. And with the owner who is quite friendly.
Among the boys present, I spotted Patrick. Nice swimmer body, nice face, nice smile, 20 yo. Great session. 

He was doing so well....I'm convinced he was using OpenAI for those posts.

I previously posted, we met in Lagoa and buried the hatchet, Riobard is really a nice person and very educated...I thought he was on a road of recovery in his recent comprehendible writings......😉

He must've thought, what kind of gringo did I get that thinks 80 is expensive, he must be a friend of floridarob..... lol

So, my plan was to travel to Rio for 10 days and work on a project that I need to finish during the days and attempt to make a new gay boy and drink caipirinhas in the evenings with contacts from prior trips.  Unfortunately, due to bad luck and poor planning my two most favorite "contacts" are both out of the country at the moment.  The apartment I rented in Ipanema using Marriott Homes & Villas also had an issue which was a real departure from my last two trips (no issues whatsoever, highly recommend) but that actually ended up working in my favor.  You see, the prior occupant somehow managed to smash the glass top of the stove in the unit.  Initially, I was told that it would be repaired the next day but that didn't happen and, on day three when it still wasn't repaired, they offered to let me out of my contract.  Since I had just completed two whelming trips to the saunas (both places seriously need to up their cabin game), I accepted their offer, booked a somewhat expensive last minute flight to Salvador on GOL and an absurdly cheap AirB&B with a stunning ocean view that looked really nice in Salvador.
Salvador is not Rio and it is definitely not Ipanema.  So far though, I'm really enjoying my time here.  Clube 11 is pretty decent.  I went there this evening and saw a lean, toned, 20 year old that is exactly my type within 5 minutes of walking in the door and getting changed.  He could tell I was interested so after a brief introduction he led me downstairs into the steam room and started to go down on me.  Free samples are always appreciated but, well, he was very talented and he just kept going and going to the point where I had to ask him to stop which led to the following interaction:
Me gesturing toward the cabins on the upper floor, "Quanto?"  To which he replied, "Oitena" but, because my Portuguese is not that good and he is absolutely in the same league as the two young men that I had been planning to spend my week with in Rio and, in general, I've probably just spent way to much time in Ipanema, I heard, "Oitocentos" which is crazy high so I responded, "Você é lindo mas isso é muito caro."  Fortunately, at this point he said, "Setenta" and drew a 7 followed by only one zero on my chest.  I quickly accepted and had an amazing time with him upstairs.
He will be coming to the apartment tomorrow afternoon.  The view really is stunning.  I'm hoping he will let me take his picture with the fort and ocean in the background.
I'm staying in the Barra section of Salvador.  Would anybody care to recommend a few decent restaurants?
 

I only made it once to Lagoa, shame on me! Shame! Most of the time I was occupied by a 20 yo fashion student and a 28 yo dancer / model, plus some Grindr freebies. 
  The 20 yo is cute like a button. Picture the young Caio Veyon, but glistening white and million times more boyish. His ass is tight like hell (he claims that he only had sex with two other guys) and his cock is surprisingly big (Caio size and shape) which is hard ALL THE TIME. He was very clingy, not afraid to show affections. He would cling to my arm when we walk, (with his 188 cm built and my 173 cm, it must look pretty funny), kiss me in public, hold my hands in cafes / restaurants and make compliments which make me blush. He comes to see me every day after his intern and leaves before bed time. His parents don’t allow him to sleep outside. He tries to make me cum at least twice a day, satisfying all my sexual demands, and cum himself 3 to 4 times every day, expect the last day when we had a quick bite and goodbye sex during his lunch break. I trained him to deep-throat me the way I like, and I sucked him to cum in my mouth, something I almost never do. I enjoy pounding him till he shoots his load over his head, and he endures continuing fucking me to my satisfaction after his climax. He admitted that over-sexing me was his strategy so I wouldn’t meet too many guys. He also admitted that he’d definitely try to be my boyfriend if we lived in the same country. I’m very fond of him and very grateful. I tried my best to give him the boyfriend experience he wanted. I’d go pick him up at the end of his shift, and had all my accompanied dinners with him. I know we are not supposed to talk too much about sex with non-GPs here, but when I think about sex in SP, it was mostly with him. I call him my little husby.    The 28 yo dancer / model was very present the first days, especially over the weekend. He slept with me, fucking multiple time all night long. His Indio-Afro origine gave him great complexion and an impressive cock girth. He has endless stamina and a body to die for. It was very complicated to schedule him since I started seeing the little husby. Things got easier when he started shooting a music video for some local artist. We were supposed to meet at the weekend, but he wrote me almost last minute, saying that the guy he’s involved with surprised him with a visit and he'd only be able to see me when I’m back. It actually saved me the trouble of lying or explaining to little husby. I hate lying, and explaining.   I also met a couple of local guys on Grindr, notably twice with a 23 yo colleague student who works as a part-time masseur, a dancer / choreographer who used to work in Europe, an expat from Argentina, a mulato from Rio, and a 3some with a Indio+afro couple. Only the Rio guy was a disappointment, with small dick and was a bit out of shape, so we just talked. The 3some was quite memorable. I cum 3 times. Once in the Indio’s ass while the afro fucking me, once deep in the Indio’s throat while his bf kept on fucking me, and one last time when the afro was finally cumming, engorging his 21 cm cock in my ass.      None of the above mentioned guys ever asked for money or gifts, not even Uber. Of course I did pay for all the expenses. The little husby tried to pay a couple of times, but I’d never let him pay for anything over 20 réais. On Grindr quite a few offered their talent, most of whom asking for 300 but négociable. One porn actor / masseur was very persisting, offering full service for 200 but I just didn’t have any time at all. He sent me tons of videos of he from different studios, such as EricVideo. I’ll try to give him a try when I’m back. I really love massages.    I made only once to Lagoa, Monday night, when little husby had a photo-shooting session. Monday is still promo night, with entrance for 30 réais. I walked there at half past 7. The place was pretty full without being overly packed. I’d say about 30 GPs and 25 customers. There’s a female customer, too. I don’t know what her deal was. I certainly felt a bit too much attention, somehow almost every GP found a way to talk to me, some being unbearably pushy. I thought Lagoa was the less pushy sauna… Maybe it’s me being Asian, maybe it’s my completely hairless body, maybe it’s my golden swim-trunk (sweat… I was convinced there’s be a functioning whirlpool…), maybe it’s just what happens to every customer there. Most of them wanted to touch my legs… Commenting on how smooth they are... Didn’t they ever meet anyone hairless? I’m sure it’s just their trick. Finding a feature of each customer and make compliments on it.    I’d put the GPs into 4 categories.    1. Cute twinks. Maybe 4 there, two of which extremely good looking. They’d mostly sit around the main bar, where they’d be seen the best. They’d just stay there being pretty. Understandably they were the least interested in me. Twinks hate twinks. How shameless that I call myself a twink, at my age! But somehow that’s still how most people see me.    2. Body guys. About half of the GPs there. Some in towel, some in underwear, some in jeans. They’d have good body, not necessarily body builders, but at least quite fit. They are the most pushy, especially the towel ones. They’d come straight to me, talk, grab my ass, kiss, guide my hand to their goods. They underwear ones would touch themselves when they notice me approaching, making themself hard, smile and call me over or come to me gently, and show me their goods. The jeans guys would keep a short distance, touching themselves, while keeping an eye on me.    3. Cock guys. One third of them. They might not have the best look, nor the best body, but they have firm will to make a sell. They’d have their cock out most of the time, hard most of the time. They must be on something. They are not necessarily the most pushy, maybe because all what they have is already out there.    Most of the guys above opened with 150, two with 200 but lowered instantly to 150. I didn’t higgle because I was not interested. At first I was not ready. It all happened too fast and I was not that horny. Most of them said they were top only. Only one said he would ‘fazer tudo’. One Germanic looking boy was quite my type, very willing, cock hard as rock, thick but not very long. What held me off was that he was obviously on something, red eyes, maybe just viagra? He sit and talked to me for quite a while. Another mulato boy showed great persistence, too. He’s typically who I’d be dating on Grindr. But we are there to find what we don’t normally have, right?   Something I must point out, where I stand corrected, is that boys there are not that well hung! Posts here talk about 8-9 or even over 10 inches as it were a norm. But what I have witnessed confirmed only slight over average sizes. I don’t know how you guys measure cocks. I follow the wikipedia guidelines (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_penis_size). I actually carry a tape measure in my sex pouch and I measured lots of guys. From those exercises, I’m confident about my estimations. Most of the above mentioned guys have 17 to 19 cm, some are down to 15 to 16 cm. Very few reach the 20.3 cm / 8” milestone.    4. XXL guys. I only identified two. One Afro, sitting shortly in front of the straight porn, dick out but not hard. The soft meat seems 20 cm already, spindle shapped. He signed me to go over, and I asked the musts. He wants 200, but he doesn’t kiss, doesn’t suck, only …, I think I zapped him from there. The other xxl guy was in the hammam. I found him when I was about to give up and call it a night. He’s older, maybe mid 30s, very tall, very broad built, and he goes with the name Reinaldo. I think many of you guys know him, as he looked like a veteran there. I don’t mind the age, it’s my favorite age anyway, when one’s well kept, and he’s the case. As to his cock, it’s a solid 25 cm, and thick! Very very meaty! He jerked off for me, let me feel its grow. I did worry about him not being able to get it all up completely, and keep it iron hard, as it was 9 pm already and he might already cum more than once. He promised he would, or he’d not charge me. I laughed, said that he knew I’d pay anyway, and conter-offered viagra if he couldn’t. He accepted. He asked for 150.    We went to the cabine, 25 réais, and he started to jerk off furiously. I sucked him and he got hard, not as hard as I wished, but enough to initiate. I put one of the xl condoms I brought with me and suited him up. It was way too small for him. I poured the silicone lub I had on that monster, and tried to squeeze it into my hole. It was hard, and he was not hard enough! He tried to jerk off more but I knew it was not happening, and he knew it too. He asked for the viagra, and chewed it dry. I tried to talk to him while waiting, but he’s very impatient to get the business done. After about 5 minutes, he got hard. Viagra can’t work that fast, right? Maybe it’s placebo. Whatever reason, we were both thankful. The next 5 to 8 minutes were very enjoyable, feeling that baby arm massaging my inside in every possible way. I’d definitely love to have it for longer, but for some reason he was very much in a hurry. At certain point, he even got a bit angry, accusing me not wanting to cum. But we were only there for like 15 minutes! I kind lost my appetite and cum as fast I could. I gave him his 150, manifested my disappointment on his attitude. He apologised, explaining that he needed to catch a bus back to his city at 10 pm. When I exited Lagoa, I happened to see him getting into a black sedan with an older gentleman. At that point, I was sure he was lying. But the next hours he kept on messaging me on WhatsApp, sticking to his explanation. He even sent me his real-time location on the bus and later at home. I don’t know. And honestly I don’t care.    The next days, Reinaldo messaged me everyday, asking if we could meet at my hotel. He offered one full hour for 300. I didn’t counter offer, because money was not the issue there. He promised again and again that he’d never hurry me through it again. He even proposed twice that we have lunch together, just to talk about it. I suppose it’s the usual drill from GPs. Maybe I’ll give him a second chance when I’m back. After all, his cock was divine. 

Maybe better to stick to the saunas....After kind of a boring saturday at 117 and having skipped last night (sunday) because it was quiet, I thought I would try my hand at the online escorts. Bad experience, probably mostly my fault. After looking through the various websites, I contacted about 10, of which 3-4 responded, none seemed particularly friendly or keen on the slow suave sex that I like. So many on grindr, one I contacted accidentally (accidentally in the sense that I Grind for free guys, and some profiles it is clear that they are GP, but this one it was not suggested). He looked a little older, which I am fine with, and otherwise super my type and was keen to do what I wanted. I know it's safer to hire off the websites because there there is at least the guys contact info and some trace of him, whereas someone can just disappear from Grindr.
So yes I invited him to my AIrbnb price was 250 reais, we were supposed to meet in front of the building. He says no I'll just come up, what is the room number. I told him the room number (huge mistake) but I said meet me downstairs, do not contact the doorman, just tell me a few minutes before you arrive and I will wait for you outside. Well, knock at door and I look through the peephole and it is him (or, rather not the him of the pictures, which must have been 10 years old, but an out of shape version of him, he looks really bad). I really did not know what to do, I don;t have any experience with this. He surely didnt want to meet outside because he looked nothing like the pictures. I didnt know what to do, I didnt answer the door. Through the ap, I asked him if he was outside, he said I had given him the wrong apartment number, I said that was my friend;'s aprtment, I said he had ruined the plan by coming up and now my boyfriend found it. Naively I hoped he would go away. The doorman called on the interphone (I didn't answer, how could I communicate?)
He keeps threatening to call the police (for what?) if I don't come down and pay him. He then switched to if I didnt come down he would hurt me. I said I would pay him through an app. Then he said he's going to have the building superintendant come to the apartment (for what offense?). A guy who I guess is the supe knocks on the door, I don't answer (what would I say?) I finally convince him to accept payment online (I guess he's still in the lobby) and now he demands I send him 400, then 500. He accuses me of doing this to other GPs and says I should be punished, that he will call the police because gringos should know that sexual tourism is illegal. I send him 250 plus 15 for uber and I close the ap. I'm sure that when I reopen it there will be 30 messages on there threatening me and demanding the rest.
I feel so burned because it was he who was so at fault by misrepresenting himself, yet I paid the full price and I am afraid to leave the apartment for fear of getting beaten up. Yeah, I think I will stick to the saunas (and yes, the non-paid Grindr hookups)

I guess it also depends on how quickly you get through Immigration & Customs.
 
If there is a line of people awaiting processing, perhaps you can walk to the head of the line. If challenged, just say you have “a sauna emergency”. There shouldn’t be any argument but if there is, feel free to add that you are “sexually incontinent” and any delay may cause you to burst open. 
Good Luck @Canadianbtmguy

For the past 10 or so trips to Brazil, every time there was that one boy who triggers a desire in me to see him again, can't say the same this trip so far. The Arab boy in Lagoa was pleasant enough, but two times later, the connection was not there. 
Was it the cold snap? When low temperature dips into low teens, they actually issue cold alert here in Brazil. Sao Paulo almost hit a 30 year cold record for the last night I was there, with low dipping to 6c. Lagoa was full house most days though. 202 is hit and miss. Wednesday full house. Quiet this past Friday. 
The 202 boy I fancied from last year responded to my message on Instagram unexpectedly. So we set up a date in my hotel at 3:30. The boy didn't show up until 5:20. He did message me at 3:30 letting me know he will be late. 
While the boy is as cute as ever, he hasn't had any gay sex since he quit 202 3 months ago. Won't even try deep throat and can no longer take a pounding like a champ he used to be. Language barrier is more obvious this time as I took him out for dinner. He loves sushi, but took liberty ordered a lot and wasted more than 1/3 of the food. I think this is the last time I will see him. 
Planning to visit a national park two hours away but didn't find time to book bus ticket last night. Wake up early for that, hotel WiFi is down! And claro signal sucks inside my room. So decided to do that Monday instead. Given that 202 had a party yesterday, not sure Monday there would be any good. Will skip. 
Still planning two Sauna visits: 117 Tuesday and 202 Wednesday before heading home. Is this going to be the first trip where I couldn't find a boy that I want to come back for? 

You completely missed the point —  which I’ll spell out for you. 

The types of men that Riobard is into aren’t readily available in the DR. They rarely show up at the Conde / Paco’s / Binbin / Narciso’s house. The DR has lots of slim, regular, next door type guys with big, uncut dicks, but not a whole lot of very muscular, physique model type guys. Manny is one who does have access to what you normally don’t see hanging out at the Conde. A casual visitor who doesn’t come to the island as often as you or me doesn’t have the time and the relationships to scour the country for these guys. This is where a procurer’s value comes in. As someone who already knows the ins and outs of the DR, this kind of service no longer has much value to you. But for those who — for whatever reason: safety concerns, age, unfamiliarity, language barriers, social awkwardness — it does, services from procurers (Manny is not the only one) are advisable.
You’re obviously not in that category — and that’s okay. But what’s NOT okay is you defaming a guy who provides a valuable service to many and calling him a “scammer” just because you don’t like how he meets and acquires some of his roster. 
Maybe it’s just your limited vocabulary and poor choice of words.
Most folks just want to eat the sausage. They’re not really all that concerned with how sausages are made, and would get really grossed out by the process. . 
No one is “making” you do anything. But posting identifying information about working guys on the internet without their permission is the hallmark of someone with very compromised ethics.

He joined April 13, 2021...posted on that day and hasn't posted since today..... he must've been busy in between figuring out your monumental scam or... there's something about April that brings him out 😲

Wow, you got me, Sherlock. That extra 1000 pesos / $17 USD per referral from this board to Manny finances my globetrotting. Your powers of perception are remarkably uncanny. 

Endlessdream,
U r neither the first nor the last to be exasperated by Riobard's endless incomprehensible verbosity.
He doesn't believe in making himself understood by his interlocutors. It's the hallmark of people in love with their own voice (in this case - his own writings).
I'm an intellectual with a PhD in social science. I've long since tired of trying to decipher him.
 
To the point at hand:
U can see the price range with and without Manny, earlier in this thread or in the other SD one.
 
When I visit again, I promise to report in a useful manner. (-:

i arrived here sunday morning at 6:30.am and arranged to get in the airbnb i always get early!  one of my guys showed up at noon and then at 5:00 i went to 117 and surprisingly it was very busy. Met up with 2 guys there one new and one i knew and had a great time hi , got home and went to bed! Monday i i had 2 appts and then went to pointe as Juior asked me to pick something.for him and bring it from the states.  it was very busy at pointe and again i did a 3 way with one person who was new and one i had known.  I got home at 9:00 and met a guy who i have known for a number of years and we had dinner  and then spent the night! 
today Tuesday i had several appts at the apt and then came to 117 where i am now…

This is a big reason why I don't post my trip reports any more. While a tiny minority, there are super creeps out there that make it not worth it and ruin the joy I've felt in the past.  It became so bad that I've had to delete my Instagram in the past because of a stalking issue from this site.
As a rule I never pass on any numbers of boys I feature in my trip reports. That is just asking for trouble. And your mileage may vary anyways... Any good fortune I've had may not translate to you, and vice versa.

I’m fact the recent spike in Brazilian central bank interest rates (taxa Selic, as we call here in Brazil) from an all time low of 2% per year (unheard of in all Brazilian history) in the middle of the pandemic, a move to boost the economy, to the now actual rate of 11.7% / year, a move needed to slow down inflation, is the main reason that the Real gained value against the USD.
High interest rates mean more dollars in the country.
As Brazilian inflation rates are always very hard to control , we could expect higher interest rates and the dollar losing more value in front of the Brazilian real (or at least keeping it actual rates) for at least 2 years. 
On a side note, a window for investing in Brazilian real state is closing now … apartments were a real bargain here for a while (for anyone with USD that is).

I’m fact the recent spike in Brazilian central bank interest rates (taxa Selic, as we call here in Brazil) from an all time low of 2% per year (unheard of in all Brazilian history) in the middle of the pandemic, a move to boost the economy, to the now actual rate of 11.7% / year, a move needed to slow down inflation, is the main reason that the Real gained value against the USD.
High interest rates mean more dollars in the country.
As Brazilian inflation rates are always very hard to control , we could expect higher interest rates and the dollar losing more value in front of the Brazilian real (or at least keeping it actual rates) for at least 2 years. 
On a side note, a window for investing in Brazilian real state is closing now … apartments were a real bargain here for a while (for anyone with USD that is).

No on two counts, including the patient and accommodating combined as one of them.
I was referencing having asked something of someone I don’t deem to be an asshole. In contrast, I don’t hope for or count on anything from assholes unable to be open. More specifically, only a grandiose asshole imputes that a request such as agreeableness and forbearance is requested of them by a particular other when in fact it wasn’t solicited at all; more importantly, that other doesn’t give a shit about your reactivity. De-centre, try to stretch your attention span (oh, pin dropped, there it goes), and consider trying some content revisionism because this invariant routine is long past tiresome. It could ever barely pass as droll; now it’s just troll. 

like us 😆

Last April I went on my post-vaccine trip to Santo Domingo--without benefit of this forum--and had a pretty good time (basically free Grindr guys and pain Juan binbin ones). Fun to the extent I wanted to go back--now all the more so that I have found this forum and info about Manny and Ezekial's guys! Planning to be there 2 weeks from today.   First a quick report of what I did last year. Stayed at the RIG Casa Conde for 9 days, it was about $40/night, they gave me one of the few rooms overlooking the street with a balcony, which was a nice aspect, I could sit on the threshold of the door (still benefiting from the awesome AC) and watch the world go by. (I confess I'm not a tropical-weather guy.) No problem with having guests, the reception is on the mezzanine and the guys would walk past the glass-enclosed reception, reception never said anything to them but I like that the guys would have an awareness that it is not a totally unsecured place.   As for the fun, yes it was fun. I'm a bottom guy, love big dicks of course, also like nice bodies, handsome faces and good kissers. Started out on the right foot with a Chilean guy a few hours before I arrived who was all of those and ended with a Dominican a few hours before I left who was too. (Nicely, the first and the last were the 2 best!) In between, a lot of guys with 8-9", in their 20s, mostly skinny non-gym, some handsome, some less so. And one guy around 40 with a great body and great kisser who went for hours, reminding me yet again that a big dick is not a requirement for great sex, nor is bareback. (On PrEP and prefer raw; I would say about a third of the guys were down with raw.) I would have about 3-5 guys a day, from about 5 minutes ,to that guy for several hours, pretty slutty although I doubt I qualify for BlkSuperman's league     I'm  open to paying (and did a few times) , but of course why pay for what you can get for free, plus the thrill that this hot guy is fucking me because he's into me not because he's getting paid is priceless. (I confess it is a thrill very hard to surrender as I get older.) Basically I would Grind during the day and if I wasn't satiated by around 4 or 5, I would heard to juan binbin (a few blocks away). The neighborhood drops off quite precipitously in those blocks, I always walked without trouble, it seemed so silly to order and Uber for 3 blocks, but the owner advised me against it (and once kindly even drove me back). I went there maybe 4 times, went with 3 different guys, the guys were not the super hottest (it's not the 117!) and never more than 10 were there at a time. 2 out of the 3 were very good (one was named Federico) and very obliging (I like it slow suavecito, not pounding and I find it's tough to get straightish escorts to deviate from the doggy-style pounding playbook. Also were good kissers and cool with breeding. You pay the owner, the rate is fixed, about $40 I recall. Once I went by and there was no one I was into and it was no problem that I just looked without buying. (Federico wasn't there otherwise I would have gone with him again.) One time I went with a guy who was boring and not very hard, I mentioned it to the owner and he was apologetic that the guy was new. Virtually no other clients around but this was April 2021, so maybe that's why...   Went to Apollo once on a weekend afternoon, it was actually very busy. Although many were wearing masks, it seemed a little excessive risk even though I was newly vaccinated, and since I wasn't getting a flood of attention (I'm pretty fit, but late 40s, so older than most everyone there) I didn't stick around long. Guys were kind of in the same range I was finding on Grindr. Also went to Cine Lido twice (the idea of sucking off straight guys, I confess, does seem pretty hot) but not very crowded (15-20 guys) and guys not very hot, but maybe because of the pandemic. Incidentally, on the corner to the west of Cine Lido, the Chifa (in parts of Latin America, "Chifa" refers to pre-prepared Chinesish food) the fried chicken is delicious, and was surely the highlight of my two visits to Cine Lido and the culinary highlight of my visit. I walked on my 2 visits, only about 4 blocks uphill from hotel, but as with Juan binbin (in a somewhat similar direction) that may have been too cavalier.    One last thing that made a nice contribution to my trip was the Gym Colonial, on Calle Conde, around only $2 for the day (yes, I love a bargain!)   So, as I say, I had a nice time last year that I was planning on going back this winter (when it is a little cooler) Now that I have read here about Manny and Ezekial's guys (I swear it sounds almost to good to be true!) I am really looking forward to it, I'm eyeing Feb 10-21 with both weekends in SD and maybe 3 days Mon-Thurs in Punta Cana. Is 3 days enough in Punta Cana? I haven't read much about Ezekial's guys here there so think of keeping the emphasis on SD.   When I finalize my plans and buy my tickets, probably next week I will contact them and start browsing the possibilities. Are there any must-haves that I should definitely not miss?? Any ones in particular I should start with?(all other things being equal, I would say to start with the guys who have more beautiful faces but are not quite so XXL and work my way up to the guys who are pure XXL dick plays. My preference is for guys who are open to slow penetration that lasts a long time (some pounding at the end is cool), and who are open to making out. Prefer taller to shorter, but flexible. I hope it is ok to ask, do any of them bareback, it's by no means necessary but all other things being equal, I do prefer it (The trip report from Arabcreamer suggests yes)    So, thanks again guys for any and all suggestions!

Yeah, it was unsettling. I'm glad he didn't have a weapon or anything and I'm thankful that my husband and I had each other. Him not having a weapon gave us an advantage, I believe because there was no way he was going to kick both our asses. 
My husband is a very muscular guy and he just shoved his ass out the door. I think after my hubby pushed him, he felt the strength of his shove and knew it would be a bad idea to fuck with him. This is why we usually go through manny to get our guys. 
Mannys guys know not to mess with his clients. In fact, manny was the first person I called when the sage began. But my husband stepped in like a super hero. 
We also visited marlowes bar. The owner is very nice. He gave us a  tour. He has a BOOM BOOM room in the back. We have decided to go on Saturdays-monday now because the colonial zone is soooooo very festive Sunday evenings.  
For some reason I can't share the link to my Twitter page but if you have Twitter you can look up my account from the picture attached. 
Again to the creators of this site, THANK YOU so much. You are bringing  people together and making a positive impact on individuals who probably wouldn't travel to some of these places. Be well guys. 
Also, to the person who encouraged me to start a Twitter and onlyfans account. I was so not interested when you mentioned it to me, but now I am addicted to BOTH sites. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!