demedici

Got to go to mezzaninu twice this weekend, Saturday and Sunday. Both nights were huge disappointments. The first they did not have the large towels my plus size ass requires and I was left to flash half the club almost all the time. I would have stayed clothed but really wanted a steam sauna so, balls out. 
That first night we, we is me and a travel companion who is very good looking and very very endowed, looked and looked for a passivo to come play with us. We found two but the first refused to come with us when he saw a picture of the thing. The second went along the look on his face when my friend found his way in was about what you'd see if you asked someone to provide a proof of the Pythagorean Theorem. I couldn't stop laughing at the blend of sheer confusion, pleasure and pain. 
The second day we invited a friend we found on a website. He was quite good, maybe a bit expensive, but he stayed with us for a couple hours and had a great time. The problem that day was that they completely ran out of towels. A quick Sharon Stone is one thing. Walking around like a nudist on his birthday was a step too far. I had to skip the steam sauna and share single towel with the guys when we all showered after our time together. 
Oh and the ac was out in the suite and we were all bathed in man sweat before during and after. I know some of you will think that is a plus, but it would have been nice to have been able to cool off. 
 

This is a good a place as any to say goodbye. I learned a lot from this forum and really appreciated the advice people like @Tomcalgave so generously. Like some of the eager travelers who discovered Brazil here I may have been annoying at times and may have pressed too far in getting leads, for that, I apologize.
 
But if every post now is going to get hijacked and we know we can't trust the fellas on this forum with pictures, which did make this place a lot more fun, then I think it's a good a time as any to retire my sexy avatar and move on. Good luck to everyone and safe travels. 

As a young black man who enjoys this sites forums... You niggas are exhausting.

No, I think you have to sign in to see the photos but all it takes is an email address. I stopped posting non public photos of anyone's face a long long time ago on the public side of the forum. What really disappoints me is that someone also shared, twice, photos from the members only club that @tomcal set up. There is something fun about sharing a bit of your experience with other travelers and also seeing whom they met in the hopes you'll see them in your next trip to Brazil or wherever. But Tom is right, fool me once shame on me.
I won't post any pictures going forward.

Demedici, I think you mean "... twice, shame on me."

No, I think you have to sign in to see the photos but all it takes is an email address. I stopped posting non public photos of anyone's face a long long time ago on the public side of the forum. What really disappoints me is that someone also shared, twice, photos from the members only club that @tomcal set up. There is something fun about sharing a bit of your experience with other travelers and also seeing whom they met in the hopes you'll see them in your next trip to Brazil or wherever. But Tom is right, fool me once shame on me.
I won't post any pictures going forward.

Day 5: A Mineiro’s Guide to Sao Paulo
We got done with the sauna at 11 PM last night. Even with the spectacular programa with Miguel, I kept thinking I missed my opportunity with Lucas, the blonde delight. If only I had waited a little longer, instead of snapping up Miguel. Oh well. These are the ridiculous “problems” one has when in Brazil. “I missed my chance with Hot Guy A because I was too busy having spectacular sex with Hot Guy B!” Sounds ridiculous when you think about it after the trip. But during the trip, I felt some distress over it. Brazil has spoiled me. Any other place would just pale in comparison.
But wait, I had Hot Guy C with me the whole time as well. Diego, ever so patient with waiting on me the whole trip, had huge plans for tomorrow. It was our last full day in SP, so he wanted to make it count. Luckily, Alex, whose apartment we all were invading, took the rest of the week off, so he was free tomorrow to hang out and be our guide to touring Sao Paulo. Don’t ask me how he got a full week off. But I think it meant getting a doctor’s note somewhere and sending it to his boss. Which also meant he couldn’t post anything on social media for the week, because he is supposedly sick. Oh well. His life, not mine. Moving on.
We got to bed around 2 AM, but not before Diego asked me for sex. I joked that it is usually me who initiates sex with him. “I want it too sometimes you know,” he tells me. “When I want it, I want it, and I usually get it.” And he definitely got it. I have the scratch marks in my back and hickies in my neck and chest to prove it. I wonder what Alex thought about the noises we were making in his own bedroom.
I got woken up by Diego at 9 AM. “Levanta amor,” he whispers, asking me to get up, and tells me the time. He was already showered and clean, and he was in his briefs looking mighty fine. I give his crotch a slight tug, and then reluctantly I do my bit in the bathroom. I finish and start putting on clothes and smell coffee brewing. I go to the kitchen and see Diego making 3 cups of coffee. Where is Alex, I ask. “He’s buying some bread. We will have breakfast here.” Alex arrives and Diego makes us all Mortadela sandwiches. 
How did I not know that Alex and Diego are both from the State of Minas Gerais? They were telling me this fact as Alex drives us to our various locations. We mainly went to familiar places, like Beco do Batman, Paulista Ave, MASP and Sao Paulo Cathedral. But probably what stood out for me this trip were the numerous abandoned buildings the city had that had beautiful graffiti:


 
Alex made sure we were all back at home at 6 PM, because he didn’t want us to arrive too late at the sauna today. He sensed that I was disappointed with the sparse choices yesterday, perhaps due to our late arrival, so he made sure we could get ready for the sauna at an earlier time than our arrival yesterday. Some coffee and 3 showers later, we were out the door. We got to Lagoa at 7:30 PM. Just an hour earlier than yesterday.
Upon getting there, I still felt that the place could use more people. It was a Tuesday nigtt, so understandably the place would be less busy, but I always felt that the Rio saunas had more people any night of the week. We all plopped ourselves in the seating and tables area and had a beer. There was probably double the amount of boys than yesterday.  Which was not saying much because it was not busy yesterday.
Diego asks me what I was in the mood for today. “Voce,” I said, in my pathetic attempt at flattery. Diego laughs. “Later. I will get my turn. But now, I want you to be happy. It makes me happy to see you happy.” It was a flattering statement, and one that he would repeat over and over throughout the trip. I didn’t know what kind of game he was playing. He is after all a Garoto de Programa, possibly an expert in creating an illusion, and a good-looking one at that. I am sure he is angling for some type of compensation towards the end, even if he said it was not needed (because of the help I gave him a month ago to escape his pimp). Oh well, we just have to wait and see.
But what was I in the mood for today? I am thinking maybe someone different from what I had yesterday. I had Miguel, the giant (6’4), handsome and muscular GP. Today, maybe someone slighter, shorter, but still equally captivating. Maybe someone younger too. A muscular twink maybe. I tell this all to Diego. He asks me if that was what I really wanted tonight. I nodded. Diego then left his seat. “Where are you going?” I ask. “I’m gonna find you a boy!”
Ten minutes later, Diego reappeared, and he had two boys in tow. Both were young-looking, both were slighter (but still with defined abs and muscles), and both were handsome. Wow, it was just like ordering off a menu with Diego. “Choose one,” Diego tell me. I thought to myself, could I choose both? Maybe I can make a threeway happen. And before I could say this thought to Diego, Diego blurts out “Not both, just one.” I laugh. “Por que?” I ask. “Too much money,” Diego says. “Entao, you pick,” I finally say. I just found it heartless to pick just one boy, in front of everyone.
Diego, perhaps used to rejection when dealing with clients in saunas, had fewer scruples about rejecting a fellow boy. He sizes up the boys and then asks them a few questions. He finally chooses the slightly taller and more ripped of the two. He bids the other boy a healthy “Valeu!” and invites the other boy to sit next to me. The boy does not order anything. “Robert,” he introduced himself. Paulista, 24 years old (looks younger). He asks me where I hailed from. “Sou gringo,” I say; my usual introduction.
“Really,” Robert says, in English. He then proceeds to have a full conversation with me in near-perfect English. I was kind of surprised. I ask him why his English was so good. He said he works for a hotel also so he needs to be fluent. We actually had quite a lengthy conversation amongst the other Brazilians at the table who were speaking in Portuguese. And I actually enjoyed talking to Robert. He was affable and charming. I almost was sorry I had to ruin the moment by asking for a programa.
But Lagoa isn’t a café, it’s a whorehouse. So I had to ask Diego if they agreed on terms (not yet). I’d rather get Diego set the business side of things, just out of consistency. Sure enough, the same deal. Everything, including bottoming and cumming, for 150 reals. I kiss Diego on the lips before Robert whisked me away to the counter to get our cabina. In the room Robert takes off his towel to reveal some black briefs. He was already hard, and the outline of his giant cock was all I could see. That looked like a monster.
Sure enough, as I unwrapped my present, the giant cock sprung out. That thing was huge, and thick. Maybe it was a matter or proportion, and just an optical illusion, because Robert was shorter and slighter than Miguel from yesterday, but it did look like Robert had a bigger cock than the towering Miguel. I naturally put it in my mouth, like my life depended on it. It’s rare that I’d start a programa not with a kiss on the lips, but with a mouth on the shaft, but that’s what happened.
I got over the cock and concentrated on the boy. He was gorgeous. White boy looks, interesting tall nose. Pretty brown eyes and boyish features. His body, even more perfect. Not an ounce of fat on him. Cum gutters. 8-pack abs. Nice firm pecs. Biceps you could squeeze. I got down to the worship. He clearly took care of his body. I did what I could to show it the attention it deserved. And he was pretty hairless, so rimming was heavenly. I was in heaven.
It was his turn to show attention. He was pretty good. Sucked great. Even rimmed. This was a treat. He put a condom on me and sat on it. With each thrust up and down, his giant hard cock was bouncing up and down as well, hitting his tummy with a sound. It was a sight to see. I came really hard at that point. Too much sensory overload. He takes off my condom and throws it on the floor (gross). He lays beside me and asks me how I wanted his cum. “I just want to see you shoot.” So he kisses me, and asks me to fondle his balls. He pulls back and cums, with cum shooting on his face and chest. A gusher!
He reaches for the toilet roll by the bed and dries himself off. We cuddle after and we talk a little bit more about each other. It’s nice to meet a GP who was fluent in English. I’d rather practice my Portuguese, but once in a while it’s nice to have this instead. We exchange WhatsApp and take showers. We head to the lockers and I fish out 150 from my wallet. I give it to him and he kisses me. “WhatApp ok?” he says. “Let’s hangout again, maybe not here?” I said sure. This was a guarantee.  The boy:

I get back to my posse and Diego looks at me with a bit of worry. “That was a long time. Are you ok?” I assure him that everything was ok. I was not sure how long we took. Diego said it was an hour or more. Maybe he was exaggerating.
Alex didn’t get anyone at the sauna and just shot the shit with Diego over beers. We paid up and left the place. We stopped by Leo’s place of work to pick Leo up. We then decided to get McDonald’s for dinner, since Leo was buying and that’s what he wanted to have for dinner. 120 reals later we had our burgers, fries and cokes. I take a photo of our food and send it to Robert:
 
Another behind the scenes peek at a boy’s process to get more clients. You never really think about these boys with perfect bodies ever diet to retain their perfect bodies. It’s probably worth it, not eating McDonalds forever if you depend on your body for your income. We shouldn’t be eating this shit anyway. But in a perfect evening, sitting in the patio area of the McDonalds on Rua Serra de Braganca in Tatuape, with newfound friends, that hardly mattered.
Tomorrow, the posse's heading to Rio.

Got to go to mezzaninu twice this weekend, Saturday and Sunday. Both nights were huge disappointments. The first they did not have the large towels my plus size ass requires and I was left to flash half the club almost all the time. I would have stayed clothed but really wanted a steam sauna so, balls out. 
That first night we, we is me and a travel companion who is very good looking and very very endowed, looked and looked for a passivo to come play with us. We found two but the first refused to come with us when he saw a picture of the thing. The second went along the look on his face when my friend found his way in was about what you'd see if you asked someone to provide a proof of the Pythagorean Theorem. I couldn't stop laughing at the blend of sheer confusion, pleasure and pain. 
The second day we invited a friend we found on a website. He was quite good, maybe a bit expensive, but he stayed with us for a couple hours and had a great time. The problem that day was that they completely ran out of towels. A quick Sharon Stone is one thing. Walking around like a nudist on his birthday was a step too far. I had to skip the steam sauna and share single towel with the guys when we all showered after our time together. 
Oh and the ac was out in the suite and we were all bathed in man sweat before during and after. I know some of you will think that is a plus, but it would have been nice to have been able to cool off. 
 

I'm a big fan of BH. The sauna is big, lots of great guys and some of my most memorable  sessions in brasil were in olimpo. I tried one other sauna many years ago but didn't like it and felt no need to return. In terms of things to do, I tended to go out of the city when I could. There are a few landmarks in the city proper but my favorite day trips were to ouro preto, tiradentes, inhotim (a strange modern park dotted throughout with art installations and sculptures). There are also a lot of cachaceras to visit in the area. Do a trip advisor search and you'll find what's hot now. 
It helps to have a car and driver, or at least a car and gps. I know of a guy, not an escort, who might be interested. PM me if you might need something like this. I can see if he can do it. 

There is a sauna about a 1/2 hour outside of centro that i have not been to, but one night i had a party at my place and a young guy who is the cashier there came over and told me about it! Florida Rob has been there, i was told it is good only on the nights it has the “everyone is naked” theme and it does not have escorts

This used to be a quiet respectable town.....

Not sure if its the same boy but...
Yes he is tall, yes he is muscular, and he has some tattoos, but not full of tattoos. He also doesn't want anyone knowing he is a GP. More on this later, when I write about him.
Haha. Well it's still nice to get the temperature of the room. My trip reports are too long, too detailed, and too rambling even for me. Thanks for the more than ample encouragement. 
Some of you, privately, took umbrage with the fact that I wrote these three words, signifying that I was starving for attention. My intention was to footnote every “Day 0: Setup” post with this “Continue or no?” question, as more of a flourish or rhetorical question that it is a call for votes to see if I am popular or not. It’s always nice to get feedback, but that’s not the main reason why I write my drivel.
I write about my adventures primarily because I enjoy writing, and it helps me to take stock of what just happened, especially because these Brazil trips are always super intense and always somewhat life changing. Every. Single. Trip. Traveling alone is a sort of punishment you give yourself. You willingly thrust yourself at the mercy of strangers, in a strange land, with strange customs, and sleeping in a strange bed, eating strange food, and speaking a strange language. But it does change you, always, for the better, because, as the saying goes, “adversity builds character.”
So guys, for the few who are reading, I hope you enjoy the trip report! 

Experienced bottoms can relax their ring and let the water fill their bowels. 

Very interesting observation @demedici It reminded me of how I paid the very full asking price once.
I dated a Brazilian musclegod several times when he lived in Europe. He had a fine-featured handsome face and a beautiful hard, ripped body. He had been featured on the covers of a couple of fitness magazines. He always had limits (I had to use condoms, I could not unload in his mouth etc) but we had fun together.
He moved back to Brazil but we kept in touch and a few months later, when he knew I was going on holiday to the beach resort of Punta del Este, he asked to join me. I was unsure but he said he would pay for his own airfares if I would pay for all meals, drinks etc for the 4 days we’d be together. As his fee, he asked US$2000 but he promised to do “everything, no limits”. I did not haggle on the price.
We had a terrific time. He was of course amazing arm-candy in the restaurants and clubs. His allure was compounded by the tight clothes he wore - Versace tops and jeans that looked as if they’d been sprayed on, and Speedos at the beach. He was attentive and devoted throughout. And each day and night, he kept his promise: I topped him a couple of times each day and he sucked me off, no condoms; I unloaded in his mouth and he swallowed my loads. He did everything possible to please me. 
Sometimes you have to pay a lot to get a lot. 

About ten years ago I knew a guy in Rio who said he charged R120 for out calls. In the sauna it was slightly less. He has aged extremely well, learned English and today, he is still working for a group of select clients. He is said to charge R500/hr and several thousand a day for trips to Greece, France, Mexico, etc. 
Is paying a lot always or mostly always overpaying? 

No bracelets for the lockers. They assume you want to stay clothed and so do not give towel and slippers unless you ask. Everything works 100% in Portuguese, nobody speaks any decent English. 
 
The water is still too cold, so nobody yet uses the pool. 
 
I got Ricardo-Junior, 21, for my first. He asked for 50, got 60 since he was an excellent bottom and he came while I was deep inside him. 
 
Next Kaio. 21 also, even cuter but top only, so we did only kissing and sucking. He was great, and made me come. Asked for 40, got 50. Spoke some very basic English. 
 
Last guy was 20yo and claimed to be able to bottom but didn’t actually let me in. He was terrible. I cut short my losses (loss of time I mean) and paid him off. He was short and cute, though, I liked that. 
 
Cabins are free but in a terrible state. Only cold water. 
None of the boys shave their ass, so, rimming is a different experience there. 
Several of the boys kept telling me to be careful around there. “Careful with your key”. “careful with your money”. “Careful, some other boys are over charging”,  “careful, when you step outside, it is a dangerous zone here”.
 
I probably paid 50 % more than the locals do. Still, the maximum I gave was US$15.7. And that was a full session with double orgasms. 
 
My sauna bill was 84. That includes my entrance and all the drinks (6 of them). That is us$21. 
 
The most expensive was actually the Ubers. 135 to go there in a premium Uber, and 76 to come back in a normal Uber (the premium cars don’t seem to hang around there, I couldn’t get one). You drive past several favelas on the way, and 2 areas that smell of sewers. I am glad to be back to civilisation, to be honest. All these warnings from the boys are kind of a turn off.
 
Sorry for the font size again! 

I love numazu's reports and would not mind meeting his terrific driver friend. But unlike fucking, bowel movements are deeply personal things that probably should never be shared. 

Likely not a problem. I don't think he needs a ring on it. 

When I'm in SP I try to make a point of seeing this guy. He's extraordinarily good at what he does.... Very sweet, as you can tell. Much better option than Mr. London. 
 
I think he really wants to leave Brazil, I'm just not the marrying type. 

When I'm in SP I try to make a point of seeing this guy. He's extraordinarily good at what he does.... Very sweet, as you can tell. Much better option than Mr. London. 
 
I think he really wants to leave Brazil, I'm just not the marrying type. 

And it's my thread, kkkkkkkkk, Missy. 
Hahaha, should I ask admin to delete!?

You brought pussy into this sacred space?!? 

Glad to hear you're OK Tom. 

Monday
117 is closed so the only option is Pointe with free rooms (same as wednesday). 
Many boys. Not so many customers at least at beginning (5pm). Wide choice. Since there are not so many customers, boys come to chat with me and show their asset and have me touch how hard they are. Choice is between big dick and very big dick or incredibly huge dicks. Fun.
The mezzanine leading to sauna has been nicely arranged with the jacuzzi. The water for showers is extremely hot and it is hard to manage a reasonnable temperature for showering. 
I am interested by a branquinho (white). They are not many tonight,  most boys being latinos or black of course. But he does not accept to do passive. I chat with him in the wanking room. There is another branquinho there wanking his huge dick with both hands... He is great looking but I do not contact him thinking that he will only be top. Later he comes to me in the main room and start chatting. He never did passivo. Tried only once but could not take the dick in him. Surprisingly he is ready to try again
 We agree on a price and that I will not force him. He promises to do his bedt efforts to accomodate my dick. Deal. To the room we go. Matt is really a hunk. Nice face and smile. Naturally muscled body. Slightly hairy chest. 
He is not much into kissing. He is soon ready to try being fucked. He wants to be taken sideways. Not my preferred position. He is indeed making his best efforts : "ja entrou a cabeca" he says (dick head is already in). I do not want to hurt him (and he will certainly not let me hurt him) but I want to go all the way. We agree on a "de quatro" position (quatro meaning 4 : 2 knees and 2 hands). I am as gentle as I can entering him. I cuddle his muscular torso, his muscular ass, his nipples. A treat. Perfect.
At the end of the session his dick is still hard and bigger than ever ...
 
Next time I will try to arrange a threesome with him. I want to see that huge dick entering a boy s manhole, take turns after him to fuck the boy or even DP the boy. But the boy must be a good passive enjoying dicks ! 
 
 

One more point that is bugging me. An argument based on anecdotal evidence is something like this : a guy from New York robbed me, therefore New Yorkers are thieves. It involves limited examples or personal experiences to make broad statements or conclusions. Citing broad national statistics is the opposite of that. The conclusions could still be incorrect and the survey methodology could be flawed, but that is a different argument. 
Oh and calling someone a racist xenophobe in the middle of a discussion on crime and risk is an ad hominem fallacy. That means you attack the person and not the argument. 
Finally, I agree there is no way to be perfectly safe, even at home in your basement, other than being dead. I still disagree though that you can't do anything to be "careful" in Brazil and in most places with similar crime issues, to lower your risk of becoming a victim. You stay in nicer areas, don't wear jewelry, don't flash around electronics, and don't bring strangers home. This may only lower the risk slightly and none of it would have helped the OP. Whatever the risk, I agree with everyone who said the risk is worth it because Brazil is a pretty amazing place.