Deadlift

I tried but couldn't get into it. 

Comedy about the relationship between a closeted gay professor at NYU and his southern redneck family during the 1970s.  Probably one of the best gay themed movie this year.

I tried but couldn't get into it. 

The Death of Expertise
Is an article on PBS that speaks to what I think is one of the most dangerous phenomenons in our contemporary life. The Internet has empowered everybody to be able to express an opinion, so now vast swaths of the world want to replace actual knowledge with their fact free opinions.
Moron culture thrives cause everybody is entitled to their opinion, right? Never mind that people think the right to that opinion means they have the right to be respected for whatever idiocy they've espoused.
Being locked in the house all day watching so many of my fellow Americans demonstrate their stunning idiocy has not been that good for my mental health. 

I figured you needed some company.
But I know several people who do. And none of them are blind.

I know MikeBiDude is a stalker.  He used to comment on my postings.  Everything I said was mean.  I looked on his profile to see he was following me.  I told if u don't like my posts why the hell are you following me.  Just curious what he did to u SAS?
 

You may think that's a big deal, but I can top it. I received three, one-year time outs in the course of my tenure there. And that's just to name three of the seven or so time-outs I received. Just keep in mind there's more than one person who has the authority to issue a time-out over there. It's the only "power" those queens have in their lives.
Nice ass, btw.

I can't stand his flying monkeys.   They are always jumping and belittling people's post.  The bragging and one up man ship is annoying.

You sound like such a cheap predator.   But I guess I would’t expect anything different from someone who calls themself NoGagSucker.  #NoClass

Sounds like Unicorn from the other site

Sounds like Unicorn from the other site

morbo means kissing, touching, body contact, rubbing. It does not mean kinky or morbid.  
 

I have said this here many times before:
My 3 deepest friends on earth (besides my beloved mama) are guys I first met by hiring them.
We each found personally very much in common.
After fairly many years of hiring, each said simply, ‘No more $. I am jusr your friend.’
Some of us then lived in different cities, spent $ to travel to be together,. To this day we love each other without reservation.
What is so difficult about that simple human connection?

Do you know the name of the House of Guys in Monterrey or where to get info about the place?

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

My friend had the same scam in Rome. He was chatted up by a good looking guy who took him to a bar and immediately 2 hookers appeared with drinks... my friend got off easy... at 800$ worth of drinks. At least he didn’t lose a kidney or an eye.
 

Good advice, indeed. Arrive rather early and take your time in selecting aboy you really like. Take some time to "chat" with him even with translator. Some boys are very very  friendly the first 5 minutes just to hook you up but then become bored and boring - as they are in the room - doing as little as possible ...
Other mistake is to arrive late and wait until Mr Right arrives ... Then realizing that the good boys are no longer visible or are permanently in sessions, take any boy remaining ...
Be as precise as you can on what you really want and make sure the boy understood and agreed (ativo=top / pasivo = bottom , rimming, suck without condom, French kiss ....
Of course the translator is somehow limited when ot comes to translate porn slang expressions ...
If you google translate :"can you take my amazing horse dick all the way up your butt ?" by what google proposes ie "você pode levar meu incrível pau de cavalo todo o caminho até sua bunda?". I am not sure of what you will get ... Avoid long and difficult text. Stick to the "me Tarzan you Jane" pattern :  me Ativo. You passivo ? With the correct gestures ... Thence might avoid to have a huge hunk trying to force his 12 inch very thick dick up your ass ... to please you
Enjoy your time in Rio ! 

Day 2: Sometimes You Just Have to Wait For the Right Time
I had a sauna day on Day 2 of my trip, before heading to the first club night described in the previous post, the one that my friend Alex helped sponsor. I was staying at Alex’s apartment, and with jet-lag and just general weariness because of the travel the day before, I woke up at 2 PM on Day 2. Alex was long gone and attending to his party. Leo was working, his last day before the Christmas celebration starts. So I was alone, left to my own devices, for a few hours. This was my chance, to get a sauna visit in without any distractions and worries that I am taking time away from my friends.
After helping myself with a café com leite and making myself a mortadella sandwhich which Leo said I could make using stuff he bought for me in the kitchen, I took a shower and dressed in a tank top, shorts and slippers for the sauna. It was sort of a hot day today, the sun was pretty strong, so I dressed appropriately. I then Ubered it from Tatuape to Vila Clementino, where the sauna was, which was a 30 minute Uber ride. Thankfully, due to the holiday weekend, traffic was light, and I got there at 5 PM.
Before I embarked on my Brazilian adventures, I’ve always had the impression that Sauna Lagoa was “the best sauna in Brazil.” Judging from the forum’s entries at that time, and various discussions with forum members, it seemed to me that Sauna Lagoa was the gold standard of saunas in Brazil. My first ever sauna experience was in Club 117 in Rio, and I would never forget that first time I turned around to go in the sauna after checking-in at the counter. What I saw was wall-to-wall muscle gods milling around, trying to catch my eye. It was surreal, and hot, and probably colored my first impression of Pointe 202, the second sauna I visited. It was a relative disappointment, with not as many boys and the ones there were not as hot. I later realized that there are good nights and bad nights, in every sauna. But 202 has never recovered from my initial impression, even if I’ve probably have had more fun there than in 117.
I am not as knowledgeable about the whos and whats of the sauna world in Brazil, probably because I am still a newbie relative to y’all.
Visiting Sauna Lagoa for the first time last year yielded a different experience. I thought the sauna’s layout was way different than that of 117 and 202. I thought Lagoa’s floor plan was more open, less claustrophobic, and had way more facilities for comfort and play. On a good night, like my first time, it was impressive. There are more “genetic freaks” per capita than what I’ve seen in Rio. And by genetic freaks I mean muscle gods with impossible musculature. I got one such creature that first night. He was handsome, tall, and with muscles upon muscles upon muscles. I overpaid, and the sex was just OK, as a gullible first-timer would, but overall I was happy with what I did.
After a few more visit to Lagoa, I noticed that I had a pattern to my visits. I would first hire a “genetic freak”. Someone usually handsome and cocky and had a huge cock, large ass, and perfect pecs, abs and giant legs. The sex would usually just be OK, nothing spectacular. Kissing just so-so, sucking so-so as well. I would even say that the guy was just be going through the motions. I’d be happy with the hire tho. I think the point of getting a genetic freak was less having to do with getting great sex, and having more to do with worshipping and admiring their hard bodies and cocks. I don’t mind this kind of hire. It happens though, that when a genetic freak turns into great sex AND great companionship, that’s when you take them out of the sauna and spend more time with them. Happened a few times to me.
Don’t hate me, I probably require too much in sex. Something a straight guy who’s only a top couldn’t deliver.
After sex with the genetic freak, I would try to hire someone who may not be as impossibly hot, but still very very easy on the eyes. I don’t want to use the term “boy-next-door” because these are boys I wouldn’t see next door where I live. The “garoto next door” usually is hot and sexy, maybe a little less muscular than Mr. Steroids, but you still get to live your dreams of having sex with a hot and handsome young guy. And that’s the good fortune I’ve had in Lagoa. I’ve always found the garotos next door to be hot and amazing in bed. This trip was no exception.
Upon arriving at the sauna and getting a coffee (I am still half asleep from my 10 hour sleep), I quickly get greeted by a “garoto next door”. His name was Carlos, he was about 5’10, white, nice messy floppy brown hair. Amazing green eyes. He was handsome for sure, and had a smooth and a porcelain white body. He had nice abs, and had respectable musculature. He shook my hand and asked if he could sit with me. He sat really close. He made some compliments about my looks, and kept touching my hair to arrange it (was my hair a bird’s nest?). I told him to order a drink (he chose Gatorade). The conversation was pretty light and pleasant. Christmas plans. Sao Paulo in summer. California in winter. 
Then the conversation turned to sex and discussing about a possible programa. I was game to have one. He checked all the boxes physically, and it seemed like he was a fun lay. He started kissing me. Very deep. Very convincing. I was sold. What was he willing to do, I asked. Deal breaker #1: he was only a top. I tried to convince him to bottom but he said he “wasn’t ready” today. Deal breaker #2: he will not cum. I like cum. A lot. I had to ask why. He danced around it. After 15 minutes of dancing around it he countered: 400 reals for cumming. I countered with a “that’s absurd.” 350? No. 
He came clean: it was early still, he needed money for Christmas. His mom needed money. He needs to get more than one client tonight, and if he blew his cum with me, he fears he would be too tired to get another client after me. I admired his honesty. I told him I was not the client for him. I wanted a bottom and cum. I would tolerate a top and no cum from a “genetic freak”, where I would be in worship mode, but not with “just” a garoto next door. I bid Carlos good luck and wished him many clients tonight. He had a look on his face like he was sorry, but kissed me and then he was gone.
So many fish in the sea tonight though. I quickly rebound and turn my attention to the other boys in the yard. I could easily count about 7 genetic freaks in the vicinity. A tall one caught my stare and walked over to my table. “Pedro,” he says. He was wearing a towel slung low. His cock outline was inviting. He towers over me. Fairly tall. His face was pleasant. Cute. His body was insane. Stout chest, big abdominal muscles, large biceps and big powerful shoulders. Very long legs, with veins. He sits next to me and starts massaging my shoulders.
After the tease that the previous guy gave me, I was ready to jump into a room with Pedro. But I bided my time to at least try to get to know this guy.  I admired his musculature. Very defined. I fondled his biceps and he flexes for me. I fondle his abs. Impossibly defined. I ask for specifics: as expected he was only a top – fine, I’ll be in worship mode; kisses great and gave me a preview; will cum but asked for 200. I countered with 150. My friends taught me well. After some thinking he accepts the pay cut. We head over to the counter to get a suite. 
At the room I took my time. He felt good in my arms. I looked at the mirrors covering the walls of the room. He LOOKED good in my arms. We kissed for a while. He knew how to do that at least. I did my best to get my money’s worth. I sucked his fat cock good. I rimmed his sweet ass. Felt up his amazing body. It is remarkable how these guys get their bodies to get like this. It was enough for me to blow my wad. He then asked if he could cum as well. I did the honors. Sucked and jacked him off till he blew in my mouth.
Again, not the most spectacular sex-wise. But I am not beyond just admiring a nice body.
Showering with him was nice. I didn’t bother getting his WhatsApp, I doubt there will be a repeat. I get back to sitting in the stage area and checked up on my friends. Leo was still working. Alex was happily partying away. I order a red bull and vodka. I figure I should start drinking now, to celebrate, since my first Programa was under my belt. I survey the room. More boys were in. Some clients were milling around too. This Saturday night was a good night at the sauna. Whenever a boy would approach me for a programa, I would just say “recuperando” so they would go away. It was true, I was recuperating from the previous programa. I am getting ready to find my garoto next door.
After 30 minutes of recuperating and talking to my friends (and refilling my vodka and red bull), I decide to make the rounds. I made my way to the pool area and I bump into Carlos, the guy earlier. He remembers my name and hugs me, with the biggest grin on his place. “To pronto para voce,” he exclaims, saying he is ready for me. “Ready for what?” I ask, playing coy. “I am ready to do what we talked about earlier. I can do it now,” he says. “Really? Everything?” I ask, touching his ass. “Yes even that!”
Now I assuming he got his first and/or second customer tonight, and not ready to blow his wad with me. I still wanted to play coy. I didn’t have to take him tonight. Let me see what he had to say. He confirmed he did get a threesome programa, he was asked by a pair of clients to fuck them, and got double the fee. I said it was bad for me because he was tired now. He said he wasn’t. He was ready. He took my hand and guided it to his crotch. He was soft, but with him rubbing my hand on his cock it quickly grew hard. The guy was not playing around. How much, I ask. 200 for everything, he says. I counter with 100. He laughs. He says he can’t do that. I repeat with 100. He counters with 150. I tell him I still was not sure. I was still playing with him.
He then says he wants 150, but if I was not happy with the sex, I can give him 100. I immediately said yes. This is the first time I got this deal from a boy. I was intending to give him 150 anyway, even without knowing how good or bad he will be. So we get a room (same room as before, cleaned thankfully). Carlos takes off his towel, and hurriedly takes off my clothes as well. He kissed me deeply. He kneeled down to suck me. He pushes me on the bed and feasts on my ass. Rimming is always a surprise when a boy does it for me. I never expect it but it’s always good when it happens.
I knew he was trying really hard to earn that extra 50 reals. And the effort was a real turn on. I probably got further with him than any other boy I’ve had in Brazil. When it came to fucking he was a champ. Made sex noises. Pretty damn hot. I put him on his back. He jacks off while I am fucking him and cums all over his torso, neck, and face. I smear his cum all over, and feed some of it to him. He gladly eats it. I cum really quickly. Fucking hot. After the shower we talk for a while. He gives me his WhatsApp. I tell him he deserves his fee. The program was surprisingly long. Around an hour and 10 minutes. Felt like a breeze.
He thanks me and we head over to the lockers. I give him 200, which was what he originally asked for. “Feliz Natal,” I greet him. He smiles widely and hugs me tightly. “Merry Christmas to you too,” he responds, and tells me he really needs the 200. I was glad I could help. It was Christmas after all.
Travel Tip: Holiday traffic in the normally horribly congested Sao Paulo is relatively light.
Boytoy Tip: A boy may be more expensive and more picky at the beginning of the night but may lower prices and willing to do more much later.
Next: Christmas with friends and a GP.

Thanks for asking the time to post @endlessdream Your report is very interesting.
You asked for opinions on your reunion with Charlie. I have 2 thoughts:
1. He voiced his worry that you are “promiscuous”and a few hours later you bring home a “horse-hung” athletic guy and involve him in a 3some. You say you specifically asked Charlie, but he really had no ability to refuse - he’d come to accompany you on a trip to Varadero. It must have seemed to him that his view was correct and he had to go along with your wishes.
2. You were together in Varadero where I believe Cubans used not to be allowed as guests in the all-inclusive resorts. It may have been difficult for him. I wonder if Charlie felt out of place or if he was conscious of how the Cuban hotel employees viewed him. 

While some of us enjoy the beaches, the culture and the food...
And the risk factor varies based on how old and fragile you are or appear when traveling to Brazil...

AND how white you are or what area you are venturing into.