Alaskabear

Had 11 hot days in DR in June - and will definately try to go back in the next year. Hope I can share some useful recommenations for you guys.
*Day 1 / Grindr guys*
Checked in at Boutique Hotel Palacio for the first two nights. Was escorted to the room and the first thing the bell boy did was closing the curtains and giving me a big smile. Unfortunately after my long haul flight I was too slow to react and I did not take the chance. I am pretty sure this could have been my first Dominican dick on that trip. But I missed the chance - and never saw him again during my stay. I regretted and convinced myself to be a bit more proactive and just go for it - more on bringing that to life with hotel staff later 🤤
Took a shower. Hopped on grindr. And an hour later I was on my knees deepthroating a huuuuge cock. I had a lot of dick during my trip, but that first one remained the biggest and best 😋 He rimmed me deep like crazy. Kissed. And fucked me until I came hands-free. As he was so good I let him continue as long as he wanted - and he wanted a lot. After a long session we fell asleep. Hot dominant macho fucker - but afterwards he was very cuddly and cute. We woke up early morning and I got another two loads. Then he left for work.
Learning: With a bit of luck and good instinct Grindr works very well. And for free (I ordered his uber home). Was it a smart to let him stay over night? Most likely not. But I did not regret a second. And I knew that reception takes a copy of visitors IDs. Throughout the trip I had a Number of free grindr guys. Enjoyed all of them, no issues at all.
Motivated by my hot night I invited another free grindr guy for a blowjob around noon noon. Early 20s, nice curved cock, great dominant throatfucker. Again ordered taxi back home for him. Rest of the day I rested a bit and walked around Santo Domingo. I really like the vibe of the Colonial Zone. There was a music festival at the Fort at night which was fun.
Woke up horny the next morning. Another bottom from grindr had recommended a top that I texted in Whatsapp. For pay, 1500. He came and was friendly - but was not my type and not what my spoiled ass expected. I gave him the cash and send him away. Needed to leave the hotel after that. Next stop was Punta Cana.
 
*Punta Cana*
My expectations for Punta Cana were very low. Stayed at AC Hotel Punta Cana which is close to a Mall in 'downtown' and not a resort hotel (hosting in resorts is impossible). Found a grindr top who was visiting from Trinidad & Tobago. Hosting was no issue, but I needed to pick him up in the lobby since elevators use keycards. For-pay guys ask ridiculous prices in Punta Cana (100usd+) and the selection was not impressive. Therefore I didnt try.
When I arrived in Punta Cana my Air Con didnt work. Reception send a technician. Tall, muscular handsome Venezuelan. We chatted a bit - but he was way too hot to even think about anything sexual. Fast forward to next day. Out of nothing someone knocks on my door. The hunky technician. Says he just wants to check the AC again. No thoughts on my side. I let him in. He starts checking things in the corridor and and gets suspiciously close to me. While trying to explain something to me in his basic English his crotch touches my hand. I smile at him and he apologizes and takes a step back. Some moments later his crotch touches my hand again. Now I grab it, open his pants, and take his thickkkk dick out. Took me 5 seconds to get down on my knees and suck him. After some mins I try my luck and ask if he wants to fuck me (since I was on bottom diet for most of the trip anyways). And YES. He fucks me doggy. Slaps my Ass. And cums in me. Then apologizes (!) and says he hope there are no problems. Of course I tell him how hot it was and that I enjoyed a lot. A moment later he is gone. No mention of a tip or anything that he wanted. The whole thing was surreal. A gay porn fantasy that had never happened like this in my life. But it did! 
Picked up a friend and left to Santo Domingo again - more in next post.
 

I arrived Thursday on Copa in business class from Mexico City, they are a solid airline with good prices when bought in advance.

Being Thurs isn't very good anywhere and I'll be here a few weeks, I stayed in... visiting a friend that's recently retired here, staying at his place he's just remodeled and went for Thai food.... was very bad Thai food made for Brazilian palates , no spice whatsoever.

Friday night went to MM because Monday and Friday are reportedly their good nights.... there were 4 guys I was interested in and picked one.... YES, after months in ASIA finally had AMAZING sex, obviously a big dick that he knew how to use .... 24 yrs old and passionate. Did everything I asked and more....there is another sauna a little further out than Bangu, going to try this Sunday and he said he'd be there, I told him to have someone ready to do a 3-way.


For people reading this that visit Thailand, the entrance to MM was 70 brl = 400 thb then the drinks for you or the boys are normal prices and they do a drag and go go show later in the night, I didn't stay for that.

The guy asked for 150brl and I know he would've accepted 100 but 150 is fair. 860 thb

When I told my friend I'm staying with that I was going to write about this.... he said don't, he prefers that fewer people know about how awesome Brasil is and they can continue going to Thailand, Europe or wherever else, lol

I've been uploading and editing footage from my hookups, getting a stiff boner watching those BBC inches disappearing down my deep throat. Here's a snippet from the first video. Will be sharing them soon on my Twitter profile: @NoGagSuckerSF. Let me know if the videos please your queer eye!
short rb two.mp4

This fine hard and uncut BBC received my special deep throating service today. In the heat of Santo Domingo, without AC and just a fan cooling us, every inch of his cock disappeared down my throat.
Drained him, swallowing every milky drop of cum. Got his manscent on my face and up my nose now.
Sucking Dominicans queerly!
 

This afternoon had a great throat stretching scene with a slender young man. His fine Black inches totally occupied my throat, and he let me do all the "work" and he didnt thrust his rock hard uncut tool.
His load was plentiful and tasty, and after nutting just let me nurse every drop of leche from his massive hose.
In the video, all of that BBC disappeared down my deep throat. When it was fully throated, he moaned in pleasure.
This was the BBC worship hookup I needed.

Today Manny delivered a young BBC with a relaxed vibe and massive hard uncut inches. He asked to shower, I kept the door open and lusted for his dick, impressive even soft. Gave him a new facial mask to wear, protecting my wellness.
I positioned him on the bed with great angles for deep throating, filmed the scene, took lots of happy spit polishing to open my throat. His last inch didn't quite fit into my mouth but, damn, he still stretched me fine.
He was adept watching his cell screen and using my cam, as I showed off my Black cock sucking expertise. Verbal worship even in English got his meat pulsing. 
Sensing he was ready to bust a nutt, I stood him up, wearing my soft knee pads for comfort and keeping me at ease, mouth agape as he stroked then unload warm tasty cum on my tongue.
Enjoy the pics!

Where to begin? I thought it would be nice to share some January 2025 Santo Domingo experiences with this forum since it also has given back so much (info) to me. Besides that, it's nice to write a recap of some amazing encounters and slutty adventures and also it could  be entertaining for other forum members. These are 100% true events by the way. Just saying.

When it comes to boys I noticed that I go through 'phases' regarding my taste. I always lean to the more younger 20-something, fit, smooth, lean boys. A little rough on the edges can be a plus. Being a white male myself, this time I developed a BBC craving, fantasizing to bottem for them. That being established, Santo Domingo is my triple A destination for this kind of work! It's full of young black macho tops that are eager to engage in a little carnal adventure with you. The scene is mostly pay dates, but rates are more than reasonable. My framework would be: Street guys 500-1000 pesos, bar boys (I adore Marlow's set-up: best bar for eager sluts like me!) 1000-2000 and Gindr boys 1500-2500. My rule of thumb is 'if they ask over 3000, it's most likely to be a shit date with a Pro-Hoe'. I never pay over that; pimp/broker fee excluded as I will reflect on later. 
I love Marlow's bar! Come on now dear forum members, you don't read this forum to scout out your next yoga retreat are you? You're not browsing the attributions here to learn about the deeper sense of Spanish-French-Creole spoken word poetry artistically brought by a one legged lesbian? No! It's about boys, dicks and the dirty deeds! Anyway, Marlow's. Great place to get your rocks off and I use it to scout the 'talents' as I call them. The environment is safe to engage whit all kind of boys from which you can decide which one to invite home another time (or the same night if you're into it). It's one thing when they get rock hard, have a nice body, preform well in the back room and so on, but your safety comes first. Do they carry ID (a cédula, which is compulsory by law btw)? Do they have WhatsApp? Are they well groomed, wear shoes and clean clothes? Some might even have day jobs? This roughly separates the normal guys from the hardcore street hustlers/baggers/problem makers. A normal guy is to be invited home, within the boundaries of your normal safety precautions, a street guy 'usually' isn't. Exceptions may apply. 
 
I met 'Mr. Mechanic' at Marlow's. A sexy, slim, light brown (moreno) guy with a great smile and a sensual, calm demeanor. 22 years old. Upon aking him for a test drive in the back he turns out to have a set of abs to die for. Great turn on for me. His dick turns hard simply by complimenting him on his hot looks. A smooth, lean fucking machine stands in front of me. He's really into it, caressing, some kisses and he knows how to fuck. This is the boy I invite a few days later. In the private setting of the bedroom he even outperformed our first encounter. He's dick is Dominican average, which is still a bless, but he knows how to wield the sword! Changing positions, getting control and ramming away with his young full-of-power fuck energy. After he cumms he falls back on the bed, panting and smiling. This kid loves it. Some repeat visits were scheduled after that.
 
Reading the 'Skokka' escort website I came across a middle man who boasted having over 10 discrete boys he was brokering for. Basically a pimp. You all read about Manny and some might know I'm not using his services. I explained before: I do not talk down his services, I just think it's money spent too fast. Anyway, this broker is called Anthony (he allows me to share his WhatsApp through DM with you). For Dominican standards he's doing a good job: quick responses, clear about rates and commission (finders fee I call it) and delivers as promised as it turned out! He sends me his catalog of boys, mostly dicks, faceless and some body shots. He has more, but for now I've seen enough. It's very convincing to say the least... Enter 'Mr. Baseball Bat'. This 26 yo half Dominican / half Haitian guy makes my eyes water. My BBC fetish is catered for with this bad boy. My dark price has arrived! This tall, slender, smooth hunk is packing a, as it seems, foot long dick. I don't know how the fuck I'm able to take thát monster, but I'll die trying! Bring it on! We arrange a date, Anthony and Mr. Baseball Bar turn up on time. Punctual, which is very nice for a change. Commission is payed and I take this super friendly beast home. Turns out he has a day job, therefore discretion is the key word. It fits Anthony's stable is my impression. What a guy, what a body and holy fucking Christ...what a monstercock! We agree that I need a 'trainer' *wink wink* and that he is the man for the job. So I re-invite him. This time directly without the finders fee. After that I decided that that was it. Even though Mr. Baseball Bat appeals to all and every of my fantasies, I couldn't take that massive ramrod. And that in combination with his fucking power. He simply loves to pound away with that weapon-of-ass-destruction! No mercy.  What a sex god....
 
The story of Mr. Shoe-Shine-Boy is one of many sides. In the Parque des Cervantes across from the Fuerte San Gil, directly next to the Malecón, it is always a coming and going of locals, people relaxing after work (weekends it's packed with locals) and some wondering tourists. It's also part of the turf of a group of street boys hustling, doing chores, washing cars, shining shoes and so on. They are too young to engage with intimately, but they are street wise and like a band of hyenas they know where your preferences lay. Oh, and I might have given some harmless hints *wink*. We are talking boys from 13 up to 18 years old here. But as a wise local told me once: 'These shoe-shine boys are not stupid. Once they hit 18 they start selling their dick!'. Just stating it's wise to wait it out. For the record: I'm not after under 18 both for personal preference and legal reasons (It's a huuuuge no-no in the DR. Stay away from it. Even danger  from blackmailing, on top of that with the police in on it!!). Since I sat on that square a few times daily, reading my book or playing a puzzle, the boys started to recognize me. They weren't a nuisance nor intimidating. Not at all. They were friendly and yes, they saw an opportunity in me. I'm rich, they are not. Simple. Some of the older one were hinting by showing bulges, but I calmly declined and pointed out that it was an absolute no-no age wise. I joked around demanding their cédula, but it was clear that it was a dead end for them. What I would do was send them out for chores: 'please get me a drink. You can keep the change.'  The drink came, the change was shown and kept. The smile was priceless. Now one of the boys was clearly older and bigger. He surely but slowly starts probing me for sex. He sees an opportunity. This guy is getting there physically, he is hot, had a well defined body and even taller then me. But no way, strictly no minors. 'Yes, but I'm almost 18...'. Yeah, duh....so you are not yet smart ass! Come back next year ey! He shows me his cédula that clearly states 'menor de edad' on the back. So what is he trying to prove? The key was in his birthday, which was......two days from now! This little motherfucker! Once they hit 18..... Next evening at one past midnight this shoe-shine boy earned his new name: Mr. Duracell Rabbit. There's something with the eagerness a 18 year old likes to fuck. Over the next few days Mr. Duracell Rabbit would discretely make clear he was in for another session on several occasions. I obliged....
 
I'll left out Mr. Future Boyfriend (his idea, not mine, hahaha), Mr. Donkey Dick, and others.
 
Mr. Future Boyfriend  


 
Mr. Baseball Bat

 
Mr. Duracell Rabbit 


Mr. Duracell Rabbit clearly still dripping

 
Mr. Future Boyfriend teasing again
 
Mr. Donkey Dick teasing in a morning message 

Is GOAT the new acronym for SLUT? LOL! I've never been called that before. 😀 so happy you had a great time. I keep telling the guys here how valuable mannys services are. 
Ask him to meet you at the airport with one of the guys and you can suck dick from the airport to your airbnb. I love those encounters. 
You mentioned February as being an active month there. I know they have Carnaval there during February, but i didn't find it as active during that time. 
Now one year we went in February and unbeknownst to us, it was their INDEPENDENCE DAY. OMG! The colonial zone is crowded af during that time. 
Independence day falls on a Thursday this year. Ut next year we will book as it will fall on a Friday. MLK is ALWAYS an AMAZING weekend to be there. The colonial zone is overflowing with HUNG DICKS waiting to be serviced and Marlowes is saturated with guys.
I see you didn't like Marlowes. My husband shares your sentiments but I loveeeeeee all the sleeve and book store feel of that place, plus he's an amazing person. 
For anyone looking to travel there for the 1st time manny is the way to go. You can go on an OFF WEEKEND and the colonial zone will seem boring and lifeless. With manny as your procurer, GOOD DOMINICAN DICK is just a phone call away and he delivers the dick to your front door. 
Hotel palacio never charged for visitors and I had plenty to CUM over on a daily basis before I started renting airbnbs. Hotel palace is in the colonial zone and they require visitors to have identification. 
Im happy you had a great time! 

No, you are not. 

Hi  I'm hoping Forum members can give me some advice.   I am 66 and lost my life partner a year ago.   I now feel ready to reawaken my sex life.   But I also crave warnth and affection at the same time.   Do you think I will be able to find younger partners in Brazil who will be afffectionate as well as passionate and kinder to an older man?   I  presume I will need to pay but do I look online for people who fit this bill or do I try and find someone kind in the Saunas?

Mr. Baseball. He loves to choke his bottoms while in the missionary position. It's so hot.

That’s good to know about the security barrier in the Marriott.   And great tips about going offline for conversations.    I don’t think I’ve ever had as much attention online as I have in Cairo.  I think much has to do with having a real profile with real photos coupled with being an outsider which makes locals feel safe in that if they are truly on the down low they won’t be outed by a stranger.     
 
There are simply thousands of handsome men all over this country.  I’ve always gone for guys with darker featured and more melanin and Egypt provides.   

That’s good to know about the security barrier in the Marriott.   And great tips about going offline for conversations.    I don’t think I’ve ever had as much attention online as I have in Cairo.  I think much has to do with having a real profile with real photos coupled with being an outsider which makes locals feel safe in that if they are truly on the down low they won’t be outed by a stranger.     
 
There are simply thousands of handsome men all over this country.  I’ve always gone for guys with darker featured and more melanin and Egypt provides.   

Hi guys!   I’m currently in Cairo and want to give an update to the current state of affairs as I’ve seen them.   
 
Grindr is packed with guys and so many seem effortlessly masculine.   I’m a middle aged bear and the first night I stayed in Zamelak which is very central and decided to do a Grindr boost for an hour just for research purposes.  I got 125 messages in that first hour.   There is a warning when you open the app that speaks about police profiling.  I asked a few guys and one even laughed about it.   The general consensus is it’s not an issue and two even said they wouldn’t touch a tourist at all.    The difficult part is for obvious reasons they only show disappearing photos so it quickly gets out of hand when it comes to remembering who you are talking to when you’ve got five or six possible suitors in conversation.   I stayed at the Marriott on the island using points I saved up and it was nice.  But security was tight getting in.  Possibly going to dinner first in the hotel and then sneaking up later would work?   (It must be said I’m not meeting with anyone this trip because I’m traveling with a close girlfriend).  The Airbnb I’m currently in would absolutely work though for hookups as there are no doormen at all.   
I won’t be able to comment on the availability of guys further south in the historical zones of Luxor and Aswan as I’ll be on a cruise and unable to meet up.    
 
waking through Khan el-kalili souk was incredible and I feel if I were alone I’d be able to street cruise.    
 
Egyptians have been very gracious and welcoming of me and are proud of their country.    It’s been very endearing and I’m glad I’ve come back after a dozen years gone.  I’d like to come back solo and really have fun.   The talent pool seems endless here.  

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

I feel I need to do a short write-up of my experiences in the Northeast - I left some bits and pieces in comments elsewhere in various topics, but let it be a standalone post.
I really really like Nordeste - guys are more down-to-earth and they care more about you, there is more chemistry and less rush, it's cheaper, it's sunnier. The choice is not as wide as in Rio or SP (even though I have doubts about SP after my two recent trips, but I digress) - but it takes one/two/three guys to make your night, and even if it's four great GPs and not 20, you'd still match the necessary numbers so to say.
Fortaleza. I visited a few times before the pandemic, during the pandemic, and as recently as earlier this month. The sauna to go is still California. It's not as bursting with excellent garotos as 7 years ago, but it's still quite busy. Over my week in Fortaleza this January, I found out that no day is totally dead. Best days are Thursday and Sunday. Thursday is when all GPs are naked or with a towek wrapped around their dick, plus there's a stripper. The stripper has two outings a night - first a regular strip, but he goes from the stage to the audience to interact - in my case, he sniffed and licked my neck pressing his body into me. The second outing afterwards is with his dick hard - and then he goes to the audience in a similar fashion so you can defo touch. No extra tips that I've seen.
Friday at California is a curious night of the "Wheel of Fortune" where there are three client winners spinning the wheel to get a prize (like a free entrance, or a free suite). On a Friday I visited, an older gentleman won the prize I really really wanted to witness somebody winning: two meet skewers from the kitchen. He could choose chicken or pork. Somebody needs to make a movie out of this.
Suites are excellent at 30 reais - but on any given night only a maximum of two out of four are operational. There also free cabins, like in Barcelona's Thermas and people use them a lot (GPs flip a mattress and wipe the surface with an antiseptic). Condoms are free and plenty available. Guys are of varied shapes - there are quite a few of those who let's say are not frequent gym visitors, there are twinks, there are bigger muscular guys, and there are a couple of stunning guys with hard lithe bodies like at 117 or better - they are obviously straight, and even though one of them told me he is, quote, 99% top, he and all others did bottom for me. Fucking very straight muscular guys is still a pleasure for a bottom guy like me. TThe universal rate in Fortaleza, as elsewhere in Nordeste, does not depend on whether the GPs are out of shape or stunning muscular - it's always 100. Even if some tried to say 150 seeing me as the only foreigner in the sauna (in all three mentioned cities), all immediately and easily came down to 100 when I mentioned I know the universal rate. Some of course earned extra.
Dragon sauna is the best in Brazil in terms of facilities, but it is empty with GPs, even during their big events. There are a couple of them at best, and they are quite jaded ones - it's better head to California. I really don't understand why it's not happening with Dragon - I can only assume it's high entry fees for garotos, as in terms of facilities there's no even comparison between Dragon and California, but all GPs and their clients are still at California.
There are more cruising bars, like the ones that opened in Rio - Rommeo, Eden, or others - but they are very non-GP ones. I've been to Eden on the night they advertised a live sex show with a visiting porn star, and the vibe was very non-GP - lots of people, incl some young ones, but none appeared to be rentable. Other than that, Fortaleza has quite a quirky underground non-sex LGBT scene - Berlin-style techno parties at The Lights on Fridays and Saturdays, and samba at Teresa e Jorge bar where there's quite some gay presence.
Recife. That was a major surprise. I visited this month for the first time in a few years - I think I did one trip early into the pandemic, but not after that. I remembered there were two saunas - Boa Vista and Blue Thermas - which were normal saunas but with some GP presence. On a visit this month, I was pleasantly surprised by Boa Vista - so much I spent all my three nights there without even visiting Blue Thermas. Boa Vista is the main sauna where quite a few non-hiring Recife guys go, some of them are simply stunning but not GPs for some incredulous reason. However, there is quite a substantial presence of GPs in the sauna, and I had multiple romps. Same as Fortaleza, the universal rate is 100, suites are at 30. On all nights I had their best suite which was itemized in my bill as "presidential suite" - it was 40. 
There is a maze, there are free cabins, there are open showers, it's actually quite a modern clean and very busy sauna where GPs are a fixture but not the main element. Still, you can have lots of fun. I had incredible experiences there, including with a guy who had great muscles and a great smile but was really nervous throughout but very attentive to my needs - when we showered (and the presidential suite has a large shower cabin with two shower heads so you can shower together with a guy and may continue to romp there) he told me he came from a rural inner state area and this was his first ever visit to the sauna and I was his first ever client. As he was visiting from the village, he was planning to stay the night in the sauna - it's open all night and serves free breakfast at 6am to those who are still there. 
Boa Vista also has a separate hall open on weekends which is pretty much a nightclub dance floor - with distinct 1990s high school prom vibes, but lots of local towel-clad patrons dance there which I think is really cute in its strange way and not something I've seen elsewhere in Brazil in saunas.
So actually Recife was a blast. There is an interesting gay quarter 5 mins drive from Boa Vista with a proper night club and a few funky gay bars - I stayed outside on the street with a caipirinha and just observed the crowd. Really good.
Sao Luis. I will mention Sao Luis as I don't think there were any reviews, and I've been possibly three times there, though not since 2021 or 2022, I think. They have a very decent GP sauna called Go.61, or it's called Sauna Go on some of their socials. It's sort of California style, very similar to what Fortaleza has, but with an added bonus of a swimming pool. There are similarly cheap suites and drinks, as well as plenty of free cabins on the upper floor. When I visited, I met really cool guys - again 100 was the usual rate. The best days are Thursday and Sunday. Sometimes they have performances, or bingo - at other times it's usual karaoke or just simple fucking, no complaints. 
Sao Luis is a really good city. On Friday nights, the whole historic center (where the sauna is, btw) turns into one big street party. They also have a week of June fiestas which is pretty much a carnival in June. An hour long public boat ride away with a severely drunk boat captain brings you to the island of Alcantara which is a ruined colonial city lost in time and space - a great day out.
That all pretty much sums up why I liked to come back to Nordeste all recent years - and sometimes (but not always) it's an even more satisfying experience that the meat conveyor belt of 117/202/Lagoa in Rio and SP. Long story short, there is life on other planets in Brazil.
 

As you may know, Eagle bars are present in Many cities worldwide, mainly in North America.

There is also one in Sao Paulo. I discovered it during my last trip. It is basically a large bar with a stage and an even larger backŕoom. In the backroom, there is a pitch dark darkroom with lot of action. Far too dark for me ! Impossible to see any action. Even moving is difficult since there is absolutely no light .... 
Most of patrons are daddies, Tom of Finland types, aged between 30 and 60.
The day I went there, there were 2 interactive boys whom I considered sexy (the same who will be performing this coming saturday). I was wondering how interactive they were ... They were quite a lot, even proactive, inviting customers  to come and cuddle, kiss or suck them or even sucking customers on the stage. Great experience that day thanks to the sex appeal of the interactive boys. Most of the time, though, their models are not appealing to me. 
Might be worth a repeat in the future. 

That’s good to know about the security barrier in the Marriott.   And great tips about going offline for conversations.    I don’t think I’ve ever had as much attention online as I have in Cairo.  I think much has to do with having a real profile with real photos coupled with being an outsider which makes locals feel safe in that if they are truly on the down low they won’t be outed by a stranger.     
 
There are simply thousands of handsome men all over this country.  I’ve always gone for guys with darker featured and more melanin and Egypt provides.   

Thank you for your post. Your experiences definitely correlate with mine. You absolutely do not need to use Grindr boost in Cairo. However, one thing which is handy, if you have the paid version of Grindr, is to take yourself offline. Keep chatting with guys you have connected with, but stay offline to stop the barrage of new messages continuing. Then, when you have exhausted that supply, go online again to collect a fresh batch of possibilities. I agree that with disappearing messages, which is the way most Egyptians use Grindr, it is very difficult to keep track of who is who. I use the Notes function if I fancy him, and the block button if I do not. Harsh, I know, but it's the only way I know how to manage it. 

I have stayed at the Marriott in Zamalek multiple times. Entertaining in my room has never been a problem there. The "security" checks at the various entry points to the hotel do not really achieve anything, as far as I can see. I mean, I have made the metal detector (?) go off, but nobody stopped me or checked the contents of my bag. If you do ever get challenged, I'd just say Ahmed/Mohammed/Mahmoud/Ismail is my colleague and we're meeting here for coffee, is there a problem? But in truth, I have never been challenged and I have taken many, many men through the security at the Marriott, both as a guest and as a visitor to the hotel myself. 
The last time I was there (in February) I was staying in an apartment, and my mate Ahmed and I went to the Marriott and used the pool. I smiled and gave the attendant a fake room number and slipped him LE200. We used the pool all day - but we also ordered food and drinks. He probably wouldn't have been so willing to bend the rules if it was peak season, but in February, the pool was practically deserted. It was lovely laying there in the winter sunshine. 
I agree that the talent pool is endless there. Just make sure you get tested for STDs when you get back home. 

Thank you for the informative post. I didn't realize Grindr had a boost button.  Even without it I had lots of fun in Southern Africa during a recent trip. Will remember it for next time! 

Hi guys!   I’m currently in Cairo and want to give an update to the current state of affairs as I’ve seen them.   
 
Grindr is packed with guys and so many seem effortlessly masculine.   I’m a middle aged bear and the first night I stayed in Zamelak which is very central and decided to do a Grindr boost for an hour just for research purposes.  I got 125 messages in that first hour.   There is a warning when you open the app that speaks about police profiling.  I asked a few guys and one even laughed about it.   The general consensus is it’s not an issue and two even said they wouldn’t touch a tourist at all.    The difficult part is for obvious reasons they only show disappearing photos so it quickly gets out of hand when it comes to remembering who you are talking to when you’ve got five or six possible suitors in conversation.   I stayed at the Marriott on the island using points I saved up and it was nice.  But security was tight getting in.  Possibly going to dinner first in the hotel and then sneaking up later would work?   (It must be said I’m not meeting with anyone this trip because I’m traveling with a close girlfriend).  The Airbnb I’m currently in would absolutely work though for hookups as there are no doormen at all.   
I won’t be able to comment on the availability of guys further south in the historical zones of Luxor and Aswan as I’ll be on a cruise and unable to meet up.    
 
waking through Khan el-kalili souk was incredible and I feel if I were alone I’d be able to street cruise.    
 
Egyptians have been very gracious and welcoming of me and are proud of their country.    It’s been very endearing and I’m glad I’ve come back after a dozen years gone.  I’d like to come back solo and really have fun.   The talent pool seems endless here.  

Hi guys!   I’m currently in Cairo and want to give an update to the current state of affairs as I’ve seen them.   
 
Grindr is packed with guys and so many seem effortlessly masculine.   I’m a middle aged bear and the first night I stayed in Zamelak which is very central and decided to do a Grindr boost for an hour just for research purposes.  I got 125 messages in that first hour.   There is a warning when you open the app that speaks about police profiling.  I asked a few guys and one even laughed about it.   The general consensus is it’s not an issue and two even said they wouldn’t touch a tourist at all.    The difficult part is for obvious reasons they only show disappearing photos so it quickly gets out of hand when it comes to remembering who you are talking to when you’ve got five or six possible suitors in conversation.   I stayed at the Marriott on the island using points I saved up and it was nice.  But security was tight getting in.  Possibly going to dinner first in the hotel and then sneaking up later would work?   (It must be said I’m not meeting with anyone this trip because I’m traveling with a close girlfriend).  The Airbnb I’m currently in would absolutely work though for hookups as there are no doormen at all.   
I won’t be able to comment on the availability of guys further south in the historical zones of Luxor and Aswan as I’ll be on a cruise and unable to meet up.    
 
waking through Khan el-kalili souk was incredible and I feel if I were alone I’d be able to street cruise.    
 
Egyptians have been very gracious and welcoming of me and are proud of their country.    It’s been very endearing and I’m glad I’ve come back after a dozen years gone.  I’d like to come back solo and really have fun.   The talent pool seems endless here.  

Hi guys!   I’m currently in Cairo and want to give an update to the current state of affairs as I’ve seen them.   
 
Grindr is packed with guys and so many seem effortlessly masculine.   I’m a middle aged bear and the first night I stayed in Zamelak which is very central and decided to do a Grindr boost for an hour just for research purposes.  I got 125 messages in that first hour.   There is a warning when you open the app that speaks about police profiling.  I asked a few guys and one even laughed about it.   The general consensus is it’s not an issue and two even said they wouldn’t touch a tourist at all.    The difficult part is for obvious reasons they only show disappearing photos so it quickly gets out of hand when it comes to remembering who you are talking to when you’ve got five or six possible suitors in conversation.   I stayed at the Marriott on the island using points I saved up and it was nice.  But security was tight getting in.  Possibly going to dinner first in the hotel and then sneaking up later would work?   (It must be said I’m not meeting with anyone this trip because I’m traveling with a close girlfriend).  The Airbnb I’m currently in would absolutely work though for hookups as there are no doormen at all.   
I won’t be able to comment on the availability of guys further south in the historical zones of Luxor and Aswan as I’ll be on a cruise and unable to meet up.    
 
waking through Khan el-kalili souk was incredible and I feel if I were alone I’d be able to street cruise.    
 
Egyptians have been very gracious and welcoming of me and are proud of their country.    It’s been very endearing and I’m glad I’ve come back after a dozen years gone.  I’d like to come back solo and really have fun.   The talent pool seems endless here.  

Hi guys!   I’m currently in Cairo and want to give an update to the current state of affairs as I’ve seen them.   
 
Grindr is packed with guys and so many seem effortlessly masculine.   I’m a middle aged bear and the first night I stayed in Zamelak which is very central and decided to do a Grindr boost for an hour just for research purposes.  I got 125 messages in that first hour.   There is a warning when you open the app that speaks about police profiling.  I asked a few guys and one even laughed about it.   The general consensus is it’s not an issue and two even said they wouldn’t touch a tourist at all.    The difficult part is for obvious reasons they only show disappearing photos so it quickly gets out of hand when it comes to remembering who you are talking to when you’ve got five or six possible suitors in conversation.   I stayed at the Marriott on the island using points I saved up and it was nice.  But security was tight getting in.  Possibly going to dinner first in the hotel and then sneaking up later would work?   (It must be said I’m not meeting with anyone this trip because I’m traveling with a close girlfriend).  The Airbnb I’m currently in would absolutely work though for hookups as there are no doormen at all.   
I won’t be able to comment on the availability of guys further south in the historical zones of Luxor and Aswan as I’ll be on a cruise and unable to meet up.    
 
waking through Khan el-kalili souk was incredible and I feel if I were alone I’d be able to street cruise.    
 
Egyptians have been very gracious and welcoming of me and are proud of their country.    It’s been very endearing and I’m glad I’ve come back after a dozen years gone.  I’d like to come back solo and really have fun.   The talent pool seems endless here.  

Hi guys!   I’m currently in Cairo and want to give an update to the current state of affairs as I’ve seen them.   
 
Grindr is packed with guys and so many seem effortlessly masculine.   I’m a middle aged bear and the first night I stayed in Zamelak which is very central and decided to do a Grindr boost for an hour just for research purposes.  I got 125 messages in that first hour.   There is a warning when you open the app that speaks about police profiling.  I asked a few guys and one even laughed about it.   The general consensus is it’s not an issue and two even said they wouldn’t touch a tourist at all.    The difficult part is for obvious reasons they only show disappearing photos so it quickly gets out of hand when it comes to remembering who you are talking to when you’ve got five or six possible suitors in conversation.   I stayed at the Marriott on the island using points I saved up and it was nice.  But security was tight getting in.  Possibly going to dinner first in the hotel and then sneaking up later would work?   (It must be said I’m not meeting with anyone this trip because I’m traveling with a close girlfriend).  The Airbnb I’m currently in would absolutely work though for hookups as there are no doormen at all.   
I won’t be able to comment on the availability of guys further south in the historical zones of Luxor and Aswan as I’ll be on a cruise and unable to meet up.    
 
waking through Khan el-kalili souk was incredible and I feel if I were alone I’d be able to street cruise.    
 
Egyptians have been very gracious and welcoming of me and are proud of their country.    It’s been very endearing and I’m glad I’ve come back after a dozen years gone.  I’d like to come back solo and really have fun.   The talent pool seems endless here.