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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.

Cool! Though maybe I'll just miss you. I am in Salvador currently and leaving tomorrow. When do you get here? FYI, so far it looks like a buyers' market, as there are way more boys in the sauna than clients. It was slow in Club 11 (planetario) last night (Friday), but still a lot of fun. The BF and I talked to the owner and he said the busy nights are usually Thursdays and Saturdays. So we might go tonight (Saturday), and maybe Sauna Fox as well. I'll do my own report on Salvador, but please do let us know how you get along.

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).

The B Word: Rio de Janeiro Edition – Life in the Fast Lane When one gets close to a person who sells his body for a living, especially one that when you get to know them more, you find wonderful and charming, you wonder why they have chosen to be in this godforsaken profession in the first place. On the flipside, the longer you spend time with them, the more you notice the seams in their once-polished veneer. A Garoto de Programa’s life isn’t all it is cracked up to be, I have come to realize. He is largely polite, and keeps all the associated angst on the downlow, but he’d slip up once in a while, telling me how tedious certain customers are sometimes, even pointing them out in the sauna and telling me the perversions he is asked to perform. The majority of the clients hire him for his look (masculine, muscles, big cock), and largely expects him to be the alpha male that he is, but some ask for more, and it ranges from the dirty (pee and shit play) to the down right bizaare (beating a client up). So I ask him why he is in this profession. I’d imagine it’ll fuck anyone up in the head, if one gets to do this for too long. He says that he is still relatively young at 25, and wants to take advantage of his youth, looks, and energy, to get paid way more than the Brazilian salario minimo. He says he’ll give this another year or two, to save up enough money to do something else. He says that not all are blessed with his gifts, so he is going to strike now while the iron is still hot. Taking him to Rio was an interesting proposition for him. He was content with making the rounds in the saunas of Northeastern Brazil, not staying too long in one city and making sure he does not overstay his welcome and become “one of those sad GPs who blended in with the décor” as he put it. It was a good strategy, and the costs to live in the NE are significantly less than the mighty Sao Paulo and Rio. But my offer was definitely tempting for him. He was a big fish in the NE pond. How will he fare in the way more competitive scenes in Rio and SP? Upon arriving in Rio, I came to discover exciting this trip was for him. I didn’t really realize that I was taking a newcomer to this city, and when I saw the wonder in this eyes, it made me excited to show a newbie a city that I have come to love. Granted, this is in the age of COVID, so it is a muted version of the city, but still, it was a big deal for him to get to this point, as attested by the hundreds of photos he began taking of himself, the city, and me, to remember the occasion. So I showed him the greatest hits of Rio, mainly: Christ the Redeemer, of course. The attraction reopened last August, and there is reduced occupancy in the train going up the Corcovado, and some degree of mask wearing while up there. We took the time to do those cliché photos that everyone takes with the arms outstretched. Paulo had an enjoyable time taking the perfect photo to remember the occasion. We also went to Copacabana and Ipanema beaches, and of course I made sure I took as many photos of him in his tiny speedo. It looked like he already belonged here for sure. And a trip here wouldn’t be complete for me without going to the Xodozin quiosque, where we ordered a surprisingly good pork ribs: But of course, the main attraction of this trip was going to the saunas, and after taking a night off on our first night here just hitting some of the bars in Copa, we decided to devote the next three nights to check out the saunas. We had three to choose from now, and Paulo will have a good idea of where he stacked up versus the other boys in the saunas. I really wanted him to earn the money he needs, as it was now clear to me that he was not seeking any money from me, per se. He fell into the “boys who need only a vacation” category of long timers for me. He was content on spending time in nicer confines with me, and being fed regularly, and seeing the sites. And as I can attest, he seemed more than content in the sexual department with me as well. I can see why his temperament, and his body, is uniquely prepared to be a GP: he was always hard, ready, and passionate, even when I didn’t need him to be. At the times that I didn’t need him to be, but he was, he didn’t have a hard time getting me there with him. Le sigh. Our first sauna night stop was the uneven Point 202. The young guy in reception is used to seeing me, of course, but Paulo was a new face. Paulo explained to him that he wanted to work here. The reception guy asked him for his documentos, and then took his face photo with the webcam, and then called on Junior, the owner of Point 202, for an “interview”. I guess one had to rule out any crazies working in the premises. It was a surprisingly entertaining interview. After the requisite questions about past experiences in saunas and what not, the conversation turned into Junior and Paulo launching into comparisons between how it is done in the Northeast, and how it is here, in the bigger RJ (and SP). Junior was busy checking out Paulo through the process (though I am sure at this point, after years and years in this industry, Junior is unfazed by such beauty darkening his doorstep), but still, I think Paulo’s obvious advantages in the beauty department are outmatched by his even more superior charm and charisma, and this was something that Junior, or anyone, would be drawn to more. Junior was very respectful too, as he obviously knew that we were a couple, and he did not want to piss off the very loyal customer in me. I think this was the most I have ever talked to him, in all the years I have been to this place. Paulo was prepared too (or I gave him pointers). He was wearing his best underwear, he was significantly jacked after two workout sessions today (one at the AirBNB gym, another at the outdoor monkey bars in Copacapabana), and he has cut his hair and beard himself (with an ancient electric razor he brought with him). He also told me to not kiss him in public until he was satisfied with the haul he got tonight, as clients tend to get jealous. He was in the right headspace. I was less prepared, as GPs of programas past came swarming towards me, giving me non-COVID preventive hugs and pecks on the cheek, which made Paulo a bit embarrassed. “God damn. You sure get around,” Paulo whispers in my ear. I detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. I assured him that this was all in the past, as I will not do any programas ever again, and I am here to support his work. Which was true, I wanted him to be successful with catching clients. But I really was not prepared, AT ALL, at what transpired next. Of course he would be popular. He was fresh meat. No sooner as I sat down with my drink, he would be swept away by the oncoming client tide. He got his first programa soon after, and 20 minutes later he was back, his body wrapped up in a towel, glistening from the previous shower, as he stretched out a hand towards me. I meet it with my own hand. He squeezes my hand, and hands me money. I count it. 200 reais. Not bad for a first programa. I put it in my wallet. As the night wore on, he would go to me two more times, handing me more money. I must admit I was getting jealous of the attention he was getting. But I tried to put my mind on other things. Tried. There were 3 strippers that night, and each and everyone of them came to me to do their “I need help putting my underwear back on while my erect penis accidentally brushes your face” number. Maybe they knew I needed the distraction. On any other night I would be thrilled with such delights, but again my mind was on THAT guy. It was 9:30 PM. Paulo reemerges, giving me money for the last time tonight. He said he was tired, and was done, no matter who else wanted him tonight. I was relieved. He kisses me in front of everyone. That’s more like it. He goes to the lockers to put on clothes, I am assuming to match me, as I was still in street clothes. He goes back to my side and he asks how much he got tonight. “850 reais” I tell him. His tired face breaks out into a smile. He tells me to guard his money for him. I tell him it’s all his. He orders drinks, he leans on my shoulder. As we enjoy the rest of the night, he tells me about his programas, and discreetly points out some of the clients he has worked with, among the crowd who was still there, drinking the night away. He tells me he has not kissed any of them, and has not cum, even if he was offered more money, because he wanted to respect me. I tell him he didn’t have to do that. He said he wanted to do it. He would tell me more about his programas in the following days, and to me this was all fascinating stuff. As usual, we would be the last people in the sauna to leave. As we leave, Junior walks up to us, asking him “Gostou?” did he like his experience here. Paulo assured him he did. Junior asked if he would come back tomorrow, and Paulo was candid, saying that he wanted to check out the other saunas in Rio to get a better sense of how everything stood. Junior of course gave him a rundown of all the other saunas, while saying that his sauna was head and shoulders above those other two. Which was understandable. As we decompress back at the apartment, and waiting for our sushi Uber Eats order, Paulo tells me that while he easily got double tonight what he usually gets in the Northeast, and could get way more if he wanted to, he says that the clients were a bit more demanding than what he was used to. He then says that Rio, though charming and amazing, was not a city he would want to live in. No doubt that the cost of living here was way more than what he is used to. He also commented that there was more drug use with the boys here than in the NE, and some boys were just working to score money for more drugs. I tell him that’s the reason why a lot of people go here. Its not just the boys. And he was a man of his word. He was all fucked out of course, because that's all the clients wanted out of him, is to be impaled by him, but he came for me, and immediately after, fell asleep, with his cum, and mine, still dripping from his torso. Poor guy. Must be tuckered out. We would check out Clube 117 the next night, but it was a mistake. For one, we got there a bit later (7:30 PM) and the place was a ghost town. There was only a total of 4 clients in the premises, and possibly 7 boys. Paulo didn’t even bother changing into a towel. It was clearly a bust night. I offered to get us back to 202 to see if we can get clients for him. He said no, and just wanted a drink with me in 117. So we did. There was a show though, mercifully. The drag queen was quite good and had a good banter with Paulo. And I must say, it was the first time I’ve seen him live and in person, but the Gogo boy blonde (dyed?) and blue-eyed Lohran Paixao is always nice to look at on Instagram, but simply much more stunning in person. Nice cock too. Though Paulo did not appreciate that Lohran asked me if I wanted the “put the underwear on me…” number with him. Still very territorial. The final night was us going back to 202, since I told him Lions was not exactly going to be his cup of tea, since the customers will want him to sit with them for drinks, and Paulo just wanted to do programas, and then sit with me, afterwards. And Paulo was not prepared this time. As we get to 202, he said that he has had his Rio fill, and with his haul of 850 reais last time, did not want to work tonight. He was probably looking ahead to Sao Paulo, and Espaco Lagoa, because we leave for SP tomorrow. So we just enjoy our time in 202. Getting stinking drunk, getting the 411 on the scene from other boys, as well as a good hour-long conversation with Junior, and his son, who turns out to be the receptionist guy as well, after the sauna was closed. Very interesting insights for sure. Worth another post but I won’t bother this time. Rio was good to us, and Rio clients were good to Paulo. But Paulo said that he doesn’t see himself working, or living here. He was a country boy, and while his conversations with Junior and the other boys have given him insight on how it is to make a living here, he had the impression that most of the people who work and live here are here to also spend a lot of money here. Because it is Rio, and Rio takes more than it gives (I should know). Paulo said that he was done with partying, and womanizing, and doing drugs. He said was ready for an exit strategy from this life, and he is just about ready to leave it. Rio’s charms will just get in the way. Was I the exit strategy? I hope not. So next, Sao Paulo, with Paulo.

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.

It is hard to stop and write these while in Brazil, but I do get some benefit to post these as a sort of perpective check on my present situation. At some point I will disappear again to actualy live life and then another update wll appear. November is an excellent time to visit Brazil. Might be different with COVID of course, but November is before the summer crush in December/January, but it can get hot and humid and some rain as well. Let me know if you have plans to come, maybe our paths will cross. And on the nosy front: the chemistry is definitely there, the attraction (on their end) may or may not be, who knows, only they can tell you that. I am definitely attracted to them for sure (physically and otherwise). Regardless, there are eventual expiration dates on the entanglements I get into, every single one of them, no matter how promising, or how amazing it seemed to become in the beginning. Some I have maintained frinedships with, others yes, there has been drama, since we are talking about Brazilians after all. All I can say is respect is the name of the game, and whatever becomes of the relationship, I have tried to treat the guys as friends, and not objects. It is surprising that this very fact escapes some clients, even if you are paying for it in the end. This is just to GIG, not to GRU. I wish you would stop being anxious about this! Who knows @docbr, it might be that same guy you have seen that I am talking about now. It is better to jump on opportunities when they present themsleves, than have a lifetime of regret that you didn't take the plunge. And the tales are amazing because they can only happen in Brazil. Holy shit guys thanks for the compliments. Makes me want to write more, and i will! Then why do i get into these BF situations every single time? Even if I try hard to be a whore, I get into these entanglements. Gladly, too.

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.

Hehe thanks @reader. @paulsf let me know that gaythailand had a link to my current trip report in boytoy, so thanks to him too. Indeed, with Thailand still closed, I am spending all my free time in Brazil. I do hope Thailand opens soon, so I can go and then write about the trip as well. In the meantime, for those who want to see how Brazil is doing their reopening efforts, follow the thread above!

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…

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!

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.

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? : 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.

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

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.

Flying Domestic in Brazil these days Just a quick post about my experience jetting from Rio to Sao Paulo. After my 3 days of solitude in Rio, it was time to reunite with the BF again in Sao Paulo. We drove to Rio together in his car, and now I have to go back to him through plane. Availability: I spent 9500 miles on United for an award ticket for a one-way flight from Santos Dumont in Rio, to Congonhas in Sao Paulo on Azul airlines, which was 2000 miles more than before COVID. Probably not worth the points redemption, but then again, because of the last-minute need, the tickets on the times I needed to fly were $150 or more, whici I guess made it worth it. I wanted to arrive at Sao Paulo at a reasonable hour to both get lunch with the BF, and possibly get some sauna time in before heading to southern Brazil. Noticeably, there were fewer flights available, at sparse times, so my choices were limited. I guess travel, while picking up, was still slow. I guess I was lucky to still have Azul be redeemable through United. Seating was numerous, so I got a choice seat in the front. Traffic: Car density on the road has been sparser during these times, although Sao Paulo is perpetually trafficky for some reason. My Uber ride from Copacabana to Santos Dumont was pretty straightforward and fast and there was no traffic whatsoever. $4 for the almost 13 minute ride to the airport. It must help that it was a Sunday and raining so not a lot of people out. Airport: The airport was deserted, both in Santos Dumont and Congonhas, and it actually eerie to see both so empty. I was the only one trying to get through security during the time I went, which was 45 minutes before take off. There were restaurants open in Santos Dumont but I’d say 50% of the stores were closed. Most of the ones open were deserted, and I don’t know how they keep in business. There was only one page in the upcoming flights screen in the airport, and flights only went tofour places: Sao Paulo (GRU and VCP), neighboring Vitoria, the capital Brasilia, and Salvador in the Northeast. I’ve never seen it this slow: Boarding was swift, with few passengers getting on the flight: Getting to Congonhas, it was the same. The place was deserted. I’ve never seen Congonhas this empty before: The flight: Like all the flights I’ve been on this pandemic (Delta, American and United – all American carriers), they give you a sanitizing towel at entry, I guess so you can sanitize your seat yourself, if you need more peace of mind. Noticeable though, their hand towels was super tiny compared to the Delta (left) and United (middle), so they gave me two to be sufficient (right): At the airport, and for the whole flight, everyone is required to wear a mask. The flight itself was only a third full, and almost everyone was able to have rows to themselves, helping with social distancing: It was a short flight, between Rio and Sao Paulo, but during pre-COVID times, they would have a fairly brisk beverage service. There was no beverage service in this flight for some reason. I know flight carriers everywhere are cheapening out on their snack services, but haven’t seen one where they have gotten rid of it entirely. Shuttle Service: even with the reduced flights, we had to take the shuttle bus from the plane to the terminal in Congonhas. Everyone was still in masks as it was in the flight, so at least everyone is still taking this seriously: The BF was waiting for me in the terminal at arrivals. With a hug and a peck on the cheek, he said he just parked at the curb and left his hazards on. That’s how slow it was in Congonhas. He whisks me away to our hotel in Frei Caneca. Next, a night in Espaco Lagoa with @floridarob

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.

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. \ 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.

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.

Not Exactly On Point Generally, at least with what I saw in my small sample of visiting the two great Brazilian cities, I would say that Sao Paulo is treating this pandemic more seriously than Rio de Janeiro. Maybe it's because I spent more time in the more upscale confines of Itaim Bibi, Moema, and Paulista in Sao Paulo, to contrast it with the relatively quaint Botafogo and beachy enclaves of Copacabana and Ipanema in Rio, that I see the obvious reasons why Rio is more casual with its pandemic theater (masks/distancing/hand sanitizer), than Sao Paulo. Also, it maybe because Sao Paulo, like its analog to the USA, New York City (both gigantic cities with the huge crush of people living on top of each other and having a connection to Italy, the once epicenter of the pandemic), was the center of the pandemic early on, so therefore you can see the average Paulista treating this pandemic more seriously than the average Carioca. Coupled of course with the difference between Rio and SP, culturally/economically/style etc etc etc, I can see why Rio is reacting the way it is. This comparison is actually much more like Los Angeles vs San Francisco in California (same 6-hour drive to and from, casual vs buttoned up, beaches vs the City etc etc etc), with similar COVID outcomes as well. I probably then shouldn’t be surprised with the similar disparity in pandemic readiness between Sao Paulo’s Espaco Lagoa, and Rio de Janeiro’s Club Point 202, the only saunas in the two cities open as of this week. Yes, my preferred Club 117, and my least preferred Lions, are still closed. The middle of the sauna pack, Point 202, can be a great time or a shit show, depending on the day, weather, and other things. But again, in the age of COVID, beggars can’t be choosers, and in this late Saturday afternoon, after the BF said he needed to sleep off yesterday’s <ahem> exertions, it was my cue that I can stray and check out pandemic-era Point 202 sauna. As teased, the familiar entrance to the club, which is a fall-risk when it rains: Upon entering, I get checked-in by an unfamiliar face, younger guy wearing a mask, who tried very hard to speak to me in English, even when I answered his every question in Portuguese. To my surprise, he gave me a towel to change in and flip flops, which is a departure with Lagoa, where they had everyone clothed in the sauna, and had the towel and flip flops available fresh in the cabins, rather than at check-in. I think Lagoa’s approach is more hygienic, having fresh stuff every time. Lagoa 1 Point 0. He pointed me to the door behind me, like it was my first time here, letting me know that the lockers were just behind that door. I see the big hokey “USE MASCARA” handwritten in black marker. Very ad hoc: Getting to the lockers, I can see some customers already here, dressing down to just their towels. Damn, so everyone was in towels in this place? Very unlike Lagoa, yet again, where everyone was clothed. I kept my clothes on, because I was feeling vulnerable. After I put my wallet (and towel and my shoes) in the locker, still wearing my mask, I venture to the main bar area to find none of the customers, and none of the boys, were wearing masks. The massage boys were wearing masks, however. The owner, the enigmatic Junior, was wearing one as well, except down to his chin. The bar guy, who recognized me and greeted me warmly, had his mask down to his chin as well. It was nice to see his smiling face, but why even wear a mask at this point. I get my usual cocktail. So, in keeping score, I guess this is a point for Point since towel wearing and no masks means we can see actually boyflesh like before? But maybe a point to Lagoa in that we are in an indoor space so therefore more effort on COVID mitigation is in order? Some of you will fall into the former camp of “since the sauna is open why not have the boys naked” and some others will fall into the camp of “the sauna will not be helped by increased transmission within its walls so mitigate the virus whenever possible.” So it’s a wash, Lagoa 2 Point 1. While I waited for my drink, another ad hoc “use mascara” sign at the bar. The moment I sit down, 4 boys, who were milling around the general area, immediately make their way toward me. They were all in towels. No masks. Which was strange to me these days. Two of them were clutching their hard ons through their towels. Hmmm, this is working for me. Introductions and then flirting. I forget about COVID for a minute. Compared to Sao Paulo, Rio really is the more extroverted city, and this fact extends to their sauna boys. They have no scruples about making an introduction and immediately gunning for your business. So unlike Lagoa, at times. Boys there are sometimes aloof, and with masks it makes them even further to me than ever. Right now, I am liking the attention, and the feelings of previous fun times in Brazil saunas came rushing back. Having boys whisper in your ear and laugh with you and massage your shoulders and grabbing your hand to have you feel their hardons: all things not to do during a pandemic. Yes I am here, liking it. Is it bad? Sue me. Lagoa 2 Point 2. I’ve talked before about a certain aesthetic that I see and like in Rio (and in Brazil in general, but much more in Rio): bleached blond Carioca boys with tanned skin. I do not know what is it about this look. It looks hideous in other places, but in Rio, it just works. If you have forgotten, it is much like Pietro Balthazar and Elthon Charles in this GIF, they are the blonde ones on both sides of the singer below: During our Copacabana beach day the day before, I have noticed these “cabelos loiros” pop up once in a while. A sample: So among the 4 boys that were chatting me up, on of them was like these blonde beauties. Of course he caught my eye right away. Out of the four who were crowding me and trying to get my business, this blondie was in the back, quiet, playing along with his more extroverted friends, but staying in the background. His sauna “name” was Jonny. I began talking to him and he draws closer. He is tall, with a tight body and insane abs. He is tanned like the others, but his face was what got me, so pretty. 21 years old he says. Looks young for sure. He whispers something in my ear “let’s go upstairs.” I oblige. He wanted to make his case in private. So be it. It was 7 PM on a Saturday and the sauna was still deserted for some reason. We get to the upper level bar, and the light weren’t even turned on yet. We both sit down in one of the table setups and he starts to smoke. We talk about the days since the sauna opened. Still very few customers. Few boys as well. Sometimes it picks up, like last night, Friday, even with the sauna open since July. To him, business is still far away from what it was, and what he needed. He mainly sustains himself with his “clientes fixos”, customers who he has repeat business with. His demeanor was smooth and soothing. He enjoyed making you feel good being with him. He had no qualms when I reached into his towel. Big boy. His money maker is certainly worth the price of admission. Suddenly, the emptiness of the sauna actually was to my advantage. I made it grow. All I can say is damn. Of course we get to this part: we settle on 150 reais with cum. He finishes his smokes and we head back downstairs to get the suite key. We go back up where the suites were, and we were probably the only ones who got a room. Familiar Point surroundings. Hardly anything that would mitigate COVID, but that was furthest from my mind. I had penis on the brain. He immediately takes the towel off and his dick swings back and forth. Oh boy. I was still in my clothes so I take them off and my shorts fall to the ground and I get on the bed and join him. He takes my shorts from the floor and tells me that the “floor is super gross and they hardly clean it” and hangs my clothes on a clothes hanger. Gross. Lagoa 3 Point 2. I must say what happened next was why I keep coming back to this crazy country. Fully versatile! Fully passionate! Kissed my mouth off. Ate my ass off. Fucked like nobody's business. Superlatives all around. 150 seems like a steal, more with the dollar the way it is. Whatsapp exchanged because of course. As I prepare to leave, I see more customers and boys start filling the sauna. No doubt I arrived early. Maybe tonight was going to be a good night. I won’t know, since the BF is waiting for me. So, overall, the sauna scene seems less than what it was before COVID, as with everything else in the world. I found the handwritten “use mascara” signs in Point a little bit less reassuring than the more professional Espaco Lagoa constant signage, and the largely available hand sanitizer: Coupled with the dirtiness of the sauna, and the crumbling infrastructure, if we are comparing, I’d say Espaco Lagoa is better prepared and has put more thought into this pandemic thing, than Point 202. So for me: stay in SP where more mitigation efforts are being done. Then again, the Carioca style is very hard to replicate anywhere else. One only has to see it in action once, to understand why the Brazil hype is real, and maybe worth risking a lot, even a pandemic, for. Also me: There is still a pandemic, so don’t go just yet.

How dare you! LOL. Seriously tho, thanks for sharing your trip, hope to hear more! I am also glad, whenever I come. Wait till the end of this week... polar air is coming to push more cool air to the southern states as well as Sao Paulo and some of Rio. Some are hoping for snow in SP, but temps are projected to be only down to 10 celsius: https://exame.com/ciencia/neve-em-sp-o-que-e-o-fenomeno-que-derrubara-as-temperaturas-no-brasil/ They project there will be snow in the southern states tho, maybe I'll finally see snow in Brazil since I'll be making the journey next week. It will be warm at times for sure, tho Weather Spark summarizes Rio weather like so: I still prefer being in a rainy day in Rio than stuck at home, and it is more conducive to indoor activities.

I haven't seen these UV devices yet, or maybe I haven't been paying attention. There are other technologes that I've encountered in the shopping malls, which I will show later. Well, I mean, there are excellent hospitals in Sao Paulo that are world-class, as well as hospitals in the southern states, including one in my BF's city where I will park myself for a few weeks, to work remotely. But there are still a lot of unknowns with this virus, so the quality of the hospital will help you fight this for sure, to a point. People with comorbidities are especially susceptible to go down with a serious case, but also people normally healthy but having underlying susceptible physiology may be in trouble as well. A lot has been made in the news about a 38-year old singer here who seeimingly was heathy as a horse, handsome, athletic, but is down with a grave case of the COVID. His GF, seemingly more frail, has only come down with a fever and nothing else. I'd say if you are in the high-risk group for this virus, don't go to Brazil now. But even if you are a seemingly healthy and horny guy who can't wait to get back on the horse, maybe don't go anyway since it is still fucking risky. https://g1.globo.com/go/goias/noticia/2020/08/14/cauan-da-dupla-com-cleber-esta-internado-com-coronavirus-em-goiania.ghtml All this worries me, of course (and that is why I don't watch much news anymore, for mental health). But I always go back to this: Life is a series of calculated risks – nothing more. Everything that you decide to do has a margin of risk. No outcome is ever 100 percent certain and, therefore, any attempt at anything has a chance of complete failure. We risk everything, every day of our lives without knowing it. So I stop worrying, try to make the best decisions that I can, and just live life and have a good time. Not offended hehe. In fact, going to Brazil during COVID-times is one of the less-risky things I've done on this continent. I've risked waaaay more. Maybe I'll share at some point.