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That could be him. A great kisser. When you think you've had your fill of sex he tells you to get ready for round two. Once, when it seemed the typical time to leave the cabin, I said can we just cuddle for a while and he just plopped back down, opened his arms, and never looked at the clock. He did bottom once at my insistence but he didn't seem to like it. Before I penetrated him, he gave an enthusiastic, skilled blowjob (through a rubber). I had to literally wrestle his head off my head or I could come. I surmised at the time that he was trying to make me come so that I wouldn't fuck him. Looking back at his comparative skills, it would have been better to let him finish me off in what could have been one of the best blowjobs ever.

As some know, there's one Brazilian in Barcelona I've been fixated with since the days he was at Lagoa in SP. He keeps changing his name but mostly it was Arturo or Felipe. Tall, bronzed, muscular, very pretty, tattoos. To me, he is the perfect male form and extremely warm and frisky in the cabins. Often hangs out with Marcio, the white Brazilian muscle-boy. I'm not talking about Pablo, who has the same build and more tattoos, but not as much a pretty boy. I was wondering if any of you saw him still around recently.

It's funny (or scary?) to read about a place I was last at 3 years ago (and first at over 15 years ago) and recognize the persons described. The Polish guy and the big-dicked Asian-Brazilian could ALMOST have landed me, but their pushiness on those occasions just turned me off. If only these guys know that hard-sell can be very counterproductive. (I have a reptilic "prey" instinct that tells me to scamper away fast from anything that wants me so badly.) Brazilian Gabriel, I believe, is the black, super-tall, stacked former porn star, and yes, a monstrous cock memorable even among the many big ones I have sampled. He wasn't the warmest, but he wasn't bad in the cabin. I don't recognize Brazilian Angelo, despite his sounding like just my type. Cuban Carlos might be one half of the Cuban-Panamanian tag team that was probably the most combined cockage I ever had at one time. Now ... consider that the guys might remember us and tag us the same way.

I recall seeing one that had a literal red light at the door.

I've never been robbed at a sauna, and once I even forgot to lock my locker and nothing was missing. However, I definitely witnessed an incident about 5-7 years ago. A couple garotos were hanging around the door of the customer locker room at the old Lagoa, where they're not supposed to enter. I figured they were just scoping for business or waiting for a client to get money. Some time later, I saw the staff quietly remove the door (its hinges had been screwed off) and an American-sounding guy claiming robbery. So it does happen. Trust but verify and don't tempt. Have fun but be careful.

As they say in the movies, you always think better with a dick in your mouth (and the electro-disco soundtrack going). Do that enough and you won't need no stinkin' books.

This was 10 years ago so I don't remember the name. It was in an atmospheric (some would say decrepit) classic building near the waterfront. Only a handful of working guys. Short of the front desk guy, who had some Roman general name, all I could find was a somewhat scraggly surfer type. And this was during the Festas Juninas/Bumba Meu Boi festival.

If that's a top priority, negotiate it in advance. Yes, you will pay about 50-100R more because cumming knocks them out of commission longer or even for the whole night. That said, at least twice I had a guy cum without demanding more. They both were last-call transactions. One guy had already dressed but hopped back for one more customer. He reminded me of James Franco (woof!) and got really into the 3-way. With the other guy I had already finished, but when I got out of the shower, he was jacking off in front of the (straight) porn. It was he who suggested cumming all over me.

There seems to be a class dynamic among erotic workers in Brazil. The front desk guy at the sauna in Sao Luiz was by far the hottest guy there. He stated very matter-of-factly, "I would never sell my body" and "I was a stripper; a go-go boy is outra coisa." Since I only had muscle on my mind, I was shaky on the difference.

Bravo!

There's a real paucity of writing and discussion about male prostitution and pornography. Feminists tend to think they are just as bad as the straight side. I think there are serious differences worth exploring.

A petting zoo? A gallery of living sculptures with no "do not touch" signs? Me and three not-ready-to-go-all-the-way collegiate types crammed into a shower stall? No, I haven't thought about it at all!

@tomcal - what about the current schedule in Sao Paulo?

If you mean in the sex context, this has been discussed but it's always a favorite topic and of course, very subjective. Brazil has more selection, more full service, more racial variety from black to milky-skinned Southern Europeans to (a few) Teutonic blonds. However, the sauna scene is a volume business so they will watch the clock and save their cum. DR guys usually get 1 customer per night so they are looser with time and less hesitant to come - in fact, they seem to love it as much as a man is expected to. However, I found them less ready to do any passive service. The Brazilians get into it just a little bit more, are more free with the tongue, and if you get one at the end of the night, I had a few who shot all over me without me asking or them asking for more money (though I tipped for the unexpected treat). Maybe they don't like cumming as much as the Caribenos, but they certainly need to by the end of a night. Lagoa at its peak would have 5-8 guys whom I could imagine being among the 100 most gorgeous men in the world. Remember that many of them have done porn you've already seen in Kristen Bjorn, Lucas Kazan, and Frenesi - and many of the others are even more gorgeous. How can that be? Many Brazilian garotos are healthy, middle class college students just wanting a few bucks (and "novas experiencias") without the world knowing. The saunas can look like a frat house at your nearest university. That said, in each of my 2 trips to the DR, I found at least 1 guy who could stand with any of the studs at Lagoa. Cock-wise, these two countries are the OPEC of phalluses. My personal Olympics is now between Reynaldo (white) at Lagoa, Marco (black) at Fragata, and a Haitian guy (black) from my last trip to Sto Domingo. Do your own compare and contrast.

There are lots, including several right near Paco's and the main pedestrian street. Any working guy would know one, but they are far from luxurious. There are also "cabanas", very similar to the "motels" in Brazil and other establishments in Latin America for couples to have some alone time away from the families they usually live with. There's a stretch of road on the outskirts of Sto. Domingo lined with cabana establishments with flashy marquees. It's like a weird, faded Las Vegas and the sole purpose is sex. These, I imagine, would be more comfortable.

A "boîte" is French for night club. The pronunciation would be most closely spelled "boate" in Portuguese.

What are the good days and times for Bangu? I looked on the map and it is quite a trip, farther than Galeao though in a different direction. I also love urban transport adventures, but I assume this trip would take some time and planning. Did you leave from the Central train station?

Their Instagram feed says that there was a big show on Halloween and gave a full Tuesday-Sunday schedule, 30R entry weekdays, 40R weekends. Let's see how long this lasts.

I read it several years ago and wondered whether I ever crossed paths with the writer in one of the places. It is very much an academic book, with academic concepts like "performative labor" to wrap your head around, and a sense that everything is to prove a main thesis. But that's how academic anthropology is like and it's still a very interesting book on sex, race, class, and gender. I also love the idea of someone going to a whorehouse - "just to write my dissertation, ma'am." With Mitchell, I could believe it! I'd be interested in an anthropological discussion of the clients. Hmmm, maybe that's why I'm here.

Sounds like I need to check out Montreal. I admit to being near-virginal when it comes to lap dancing. One bar in Mexico City, can't remember whether he even let me get to 2nd base. Didn't have a chance to check out the top floor of Gigolo House in Bogota. But at Lagoa and a couple bars in Brazil, the stripper could be quite interactive. The nisei gogo boy I've been obsessing over actually guided my shy hand to the adventurous regions. So yeah, I could see Lagoa taking a small further step. That said, I'm not as optimistic about any expanded talent pool. A modicum of ability is required, and a lame-dancing stripper can be downright cock-wilting. Maybe forget the dancing and turn it into an amateur grope-a-thon? Sex industries might also be culturally determined. Just as I can't imagine any other country fully replicating the peak Brazilian sauna scene, maybe lap dancing won't translate to a country where far more services can be had for decades now.

You have at least one year.

Interesting article. I wonder whether the Copacabana mafia was the old Roger's sauna, my introduction to the Brazilian lifestyle almost exactly 20 years ago. Contrary to the owner's experience, I didn't think the sauna scene was that much more packed in the early 2000s. Rogers and Pointe (or whatever it was called then) were active but not packed. Lagoa and 117 were crazy packed on their specials and discount nights. Remember the studs lining up the staircase to wait for an available cabin at 117? I once gave up on a tanned, blond surf-type because I couldn't wait and he wouldn't agree to a quicky in the stalls. It seems the sauna scene was most packed around 2010-15, in terms of number of establishments and the labor force therein. I'm really curious whether the apps are taking this business away. We have had rentmen, etc. for ages in the US, and before that the back pages of local alterna-weeklies. I think the Brazilians had their websites and print ads too. They did not and do not offer the on-the-spot assessment that sauna clienteles look for.

Comparing costs for the expat life is difficult and subjective because what do you need to feel a comfortable middle class life? Middle class for Americans (living space, car, spotless restaurants, convenience, top-notch health care) or for elite coastal Americans (art, culture, global cuisines) would be almost the American budget. The well-to-do in Brazil make and spend as much money as any American, with vacations to the Amalfi Coast and all that. However, comfortable middle-class Brazilian (tiny apartments, neighborhood por quilo restaurant, long public transport commutes) would be much less if you can tolerate the somewhat decrease in expectations.

I"d love to hear more about women's experiences. One guy I met in Sto. Domingo said he and his buggarones buddies have had lots of female clients, including three-ways with their husbands. The women are getting exactly what we're getting. I suspect it takes them longer to feel assured of the safety and comfort. As we know, a good Brazilian sauna is one of the safest, most relaxing contexts for this kind of enjoyment, but I wonder how a woman would feel about walking around such a place with so many pointed penises.

Let me be the one to ask over the intercom: "Can we get a price check?"