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

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

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

Stating that one is a NoGagSucker in passing would be trashy enough, but defining and naming yourself after your kink is most certainly deserving of derision, particularly when coupled with gleeful plans of obtaining “affordable” men of color in a third world country.
Privilege theory in no way contraindicates homonegativity in this context, when the original posting screams of privilege, fetishization, and exploitation of men of color.  

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

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

Stating that one is a NoGagSucker in passing would be trashy enough, but defining and naming yourself after your kink is most certainly deserving of derision, particularly when coupled with gleeful plans of obtaining “affordable” men of color in a third world country.
Privilege theory in no way contraindicates homonegativity in this context, when the original posting screams of privilege, fetishization, and exploitation of men of color.  

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

It is a little ironic how YOU stalk guys you are interested in, but then are IRRITATED and complain about guys you aren’t interested in “stalking” you.
Here’s a hint:  Like a lot of gay men, you are only interested in guys that are OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE.   Heaven forbid someone of equal attractiveness and age expresses interest.
You better stick to PAYING for it - it is the only way you will get hot guys (and it isn’t because they like Coroas, it’s because they want your $$$)

A pretty face who is just an asshole gets the privilege of my boot in his ass.

Groupthink should not be a goal of any forum.
Regardless whether you are a newbie, Paborn, feel free to post your opinion without worrying whether or not it will be popular or overwhelmingly agreed with.

Please check your privilege.  You are aware of others abusing class dynamics but ackowledge none of your own (I actually agree with many of your sentiments). 
The reason BiLatin posts seems to have offended many is because of his verbiage. Two Guys That “I Had,” has a totally different subtext then “I played with”
The former is more of a gloating that I was able to have some guy for $10, i.e. take advantage of.  
To be clear, I am not trying to be the moral majority, I would just like people to be a little more respectful when discussing sex workers.

Please check your privilege.  You are aware of others abusing class dynamics but ackowledge none of your own (I actually agree with many of your sentiments). 
The reason BiLatin posts seems to have offended many is because of his verbiage. Two Guys That “I Had,” has a totally different subtext then “I played with”
The former is more of a gloating that I was able to have some guy for $10, i.e. take advantage of.  
To be clear, I am not trying to be the moral majority, I would just like people to be a little more respectful when discussing sex workers.

What I propose is that people on this board have a little CLASS and not boast and brag how they were able to dicker down some rentboy and get sex for $10, as if they were buying something at a flea market.
FURTHER, I was pointing out the hypocrisy of saying that posting pictures without consent is exploitive, but actually fucking the rentboys somehow isn’t?  If a rentboy is not able to give consent for photos taken because of power imbalance (as Solace Soul contends) then how can consent be given for sex?
Either neither is exploitive or they both are.
Solace Soul does not get to have a moral highground, while he is engaging in the same  “exploitive” behavior that he is accusing BiLatin of.  
 
 

Congrats on your wonderful achievement of getting bargain basement prices for desperate rentboys.  
Why are so many people on here so CHEAP.  

Please check your privilege.  You are aware of others abusing class dynamics but ackowledge none of your own (I actually agree with many of your sentiments). 
The reason BiLatin posts seems to have offended many is because of his verbiage. Two Guys That “I Had,” has a totally different subtext then “I played with”
The former is more of a gloating that I was able to have some guy for $10, i.e. take advantage of.  
To be clear, I am not trying to be the moral majority, I would just like people to be a little more respectful when discussing sex workers.

Wednesday
Despite all my precautions, I think the tropical sun has taken a toll out of me. I have been feeling exhausted and drained, and yesterday (Wed) did not go to the beach in the morning as planned. I was also concerned because my back was bothering me. I have a chronic low back pain issue, and I am afraid is getting bad right now. Last night in the sauna (more on this below) I tried to hide it when I was with Numazu1, and he probably did not notice as he cannot compare how I normally walk and how I was walking right then. A poor old man giving very short steps.
So I stayed in the hotel most of the day, avoiding the bed, which could be the cause for my back pain. I was blaming the weakness feeling on the caipiroskas hang over, but I think now it was actually the sun.
By the early afternoon I was feeling better and decided to plan for sex. I do not remember whether or not I mentioned this boy here, but I did share about him in my to do lists for Brazil in my blog. I was planning to go to Planetario, so I contacted Gabriel to meet with him today Thursday. The communication was quick and friendly, but he was leaving Salvador today in the morning. He insisted on meeting yesterday night, but I was confident my reduced energies where going to be fully drained after the sauna visit. So I missed this boy.

If you happen to be visiting Salvador when he is here, you should try him. He seems to be very nice and educated, and in my opinion is the hottest boy publishing as a GP in internet.
@numazu1 had arrived to the city, and I was excited I was going to meet our local story teller hero. Of course, he was with one of his many Brazilian boyfriends, I was also curious to meet one of the characters of the stories we all enjoy reading so much.
Fernando (the guide I hired for my first 2 days here) was recommending me Wednesday Bingo to go to Planetario. Someone here in the forums advised to go early, about 4. I was still feeling tired and not in the mood for hiring, but I was there at about 4:30.
It was damn too early. Perhaps 5 clients and 10 boys, and a general feeling of nothing is going on. I do have a funny anecdote while I was there seating and being head for all the desperate boys looking for a programa.
I noticed that the guy servicing the bar counter (later I would learn his name was Carlos) was looking at me in a weird way. He would walk by me (I was seating alone between trying boys, mostly in my phone, bitching at Numazu1 about how dead this was and advising him to wait until later to come) and make strange noises moving chairs and tables and shutting doors, as he was trying to get my attention. He would not say a word and look at me with a not very friendly expression in his face, like waiting for me to say something about his actions, but I decided to ignore him.
He finally vanished. After about 10 minutes he came back, this time walking straight to me with a big smile in his face and his phone in his hand. He showed me in his phone a picture of a guy that was kind of my twin bother, and told me he was very upset thinking I was that guy and was ignoring him. The guy is an Italian he used to fuck with. After we cleared the incident, we laughed together and since that moment he gave me VIP treatment and spoiled me. He recommended me to move to a different table and that move made a significant difference in my ability to enjoy the place.
A detailed report on my experience on the Sauna is coming soon. With this back pain I am afraid I will do nothing today other than be seated. We were going to spend a day in the beach with the boy I met at Planetario last Monday, but I will call him to cancel if I do not feel better by noon. I am writing this at 10 AM.
In few words, several boys paraded seating with me, Brazilian kissing me (I think I will stop talking about French kissing), showing me their hard ons and striking my dick. This time I had decided to step out of my comfort zone and have the full sauna experience, I was naked wearing a towel that was badly long enough to cover my generous shape. This time I did not go with the first boy that overcame my shyness with his charm. I tried several, and it was not until after 8 (remember, I was there at 4:30) that I decided for a programa. He was extremely hot to me, and the service was OK, but no comparable to my first days in this and the other sauna, Fox. I cannot blame the boy, of course. I was feeling week and sick, after all. When I was walking to get a suite to play with him, a big muscles go go boy was starting a performance.
We hang out in a table with Numazu1, his boy, and my favorite garoto (the one I am supposed to meet today for a beach day) and enjoyed a not very good Bingo followed by one of the most decadent and poorly performed drag shows of my whole life. I will let Numazu share his own experience whenever he wants to, if he wants to.
It was a mistake getting to the place so early. 6PM would have been a much better time. Perhaps the best times may vary with the season. The boys were telling us that the holidays season is not strong in Salvador, and that the rest of the year, specially carnaval, is much better.
Overall, after 6PM I did have a fun experience, with friendly clients and many boys of a quite diverse array of looks, at least 5 of them hirable material for me. Fernando had told me that the boys in Planetario were mostly Black, while the boys in Fox were mostly Latin. So far I do not share such an assessment, but I do need at least one more visit to Fox to be sure. I did notice that the boys in Fox the one day I was there were less aggressive and better looking in average, also they’re fewer. Also, I am quite confident racial boundaries are radically different in Brazil, what they define as Black or Latin may not be so in another culture. 
Numazu1’s provisory husband wanted to eat sushi. I guess you cannot expect to eat traditional local food when you are with a local. A local dating an American is probably after an exotic (for him) experience, not into dinning feijoada.
My boy (he was not joining us) recommended a sushi restaurant and we called an Uber. When we arrived to the place, we were surprised. It was not a regular popular eatery but a very classy and sophisticated looking establishment. I guess my boy was there with a wealthy client. We felt slightly out of place in our casual-going-to-the-sauna outfit, but nobody paid attention to us. The couple ate sushi, I order Tempura. It was delicious and we were heading to our nests by midnight.

I am feeling definitely better regarding my energy, I am quite confident I was suffering the effects of too much tropical sun. But my back still is killing me. I am not sure about my next steps.
My plan was hanging out a few hours this afternoon in the beach and in my room with Italo. Perhaps convincing him to take some pictures if he is willing to sign a written consent and provide me with prove of his age (23). I am not interested in overnights, unlike most of you I do not find any appealing in sleeping next to someone and waking up not alone. After saying goodbye to him in the afternoon, I was planning a field trip to Club13. Tonight is the Bingo night over there.
Right now there is a good chance I am canceling my beach day with Italo. I may consider inviting him anyway for the pictures. His dick is very photogenic. If my back is better, I am going to the mysterious third sauna in Salvador. It is the one located the furthest.
 
P.S..
While I am posting and uploading the pictures, at almost 11AM, Italo sent me a message. I am trying to reschedule our meeting for tomorrow.

Day 10: Business up front, Party in the Back
As far as I know the majority of the direct flights from Brazil to the USA (Miami, Atlanta, New York, Houston, LAX) depart at night. I don’t know if I like this schedule or not. On the one hand it is pretty cool to have late night departures because you can have a last minute victory lap at the sauna before heading out to the airport. But on the other hand I do feel a little bit of anxiety throughout the majority of the day of the flight. I've always lived in mortal fear of missing my flight, anywhere I am. Having to wait for it all day, even if I was doing something fun, kind of takes away from the fun because I keep checking my cellphone for the time.
But there was still a lot of day, and a lot of boy, to get through today. My flight is at 11:15 PM tonight, which meant I had till possibly 8:00 PM to enjoy Thiago, and some boys at the sauna, tonight. The whole day meant looking at my cellphone to see if I had the time to do things. Not good. Thiago though, was hell-bent on doing one big thing with me today. After going through all the Sao Paulo tourist sites on google, we decide on visiting the Sao Paulo aquarium. I can’t tell you how many successful dates I’ve had in the aquariums in the USA, so I thought that this was a good choice for us.
And good ole Thiago. He still knew how to pace things. He knew the last time we can have sex is this morning, since in the afternoon, he will need all the strength he can get for the long sauna night ahead. Starting in bed, working our way to the shower, having some slap and tickle while soaping up (this is all we can do, he was too tall for me to have any good sex in the shower), and then settling at the bed to have some sex. From what he tells me, he enjoys bottoming with me, and bottoming in general, as he doesn’t get to do it often, as everyone wants him to top. I can only oblige, though maneuvering his long, muscular legs is not an easy feat. In the end he cums, while I am lying on my back and him towering over me, feeding me his cum while I feast at the sight of him up above. Bliss.
We hurry up and shower again, have a quick coffee and pastries at the padaria nearby, and then head over to the Sao Paulo aquarium. The entrance fee was US $30, which I found steep for something to do in Brazil, and Thiago thought it was oddly expensive as well. He insisted to go do something less expensive, but I told him since we were here, we might as well go. I knew he wanted to go, so I pay up and we enter. We encounter the usual fish, rays, seascapes and other staples of any aquarium:





But then we enter a space where more land-based critters reside, including meerkats, kangaroos, and the Aquarium's centerpiece, two adorable polar bears:


 
I like these kinds of dates, as it shows if a person is in my wheelhouse: learning something with someone you are also trying to learn something about. Thiago is up for the task: his University learning and natural curiosity showed throughout the three hours we were there. It does help that someone that handsome can also geek out on nerdy things like what Brazil’s different biospheres are, or knowing how Australia’s species evolved to what they are. He tried to remember what he learned from his biology classes, as did I, though it is a longer time ago for me than for him. Oh well.
I wouldn’t say I’d wholly recommend the aquarium just because of the expensive price, but for me it was worth it in the end.
After the aquarium we get back Shopping Cidade on Paulista to have our late lunch, and then strolled on Paulista, since today was Sunday and the street is closed to cars so pedestrians and bicyclists can have free reign over the popular street.
At 2:30 PM we headed back to the hotel to pack, shower and say our intimate goodbyes before we both head to the sauna. Thank goodness for late check-out at the Intercontinental. Thiago only packed a back-pack, and was going to the bus station after the sauna tonight, so he can bring all his stuff to the sauna. I had a big suitcase, so I will have to store my bag at the concierge to pick up after the sauna.
We get to the sauna at around 5 PM, and my countdown starts. At this point I am thinking I have till about 8:00 PM to stay at the sauna, which gives me time to Uber it to Intercon to retrieve my bag, and then head over to Guarulhos with some time to spare if traffic doesn’t fuck things up for me. 3 solid hours in a sauna is of course plenty of time, but since I had to be mindful about my time, it felt shorter than it actually was.
After our usual welcome drink and scoping out the current scene (him for customers, me for boys), I bid Thiago a warm farewell and thanked him for the wonderful time today. I wish that he got as many customers as he needed tonight. He bids me farewell as well, and tells me to not spend too much money on boys. I promise him I will not.  We part ways to get what we wanted out of the evening.
Hopefully I get as much sex as I can with giving as little money as I can give, so I have money for more boys, and Thiago can get as much money as he can with giving as little sex as he can give, so he has energy for more customers. It’s a game that’s played all night long, by everyone in the sauna. Some win more than others, but in the end, hopefully everyone gets what they want.
It didn’t take me long to spot my potential boy #1 for the night. He was sitting in one of the tables, just alone playing with his phone. From afar he looked like any average white boy I encounter at home. But up close, he was stunning. Natural looking body with abs, porcelain white skin, dark blonde hair. “Oi,” I say, and he looks up. The boy looked 15. He smiles and puts down his phone. “Tudo bem?” he asks. I point to the seat next to him. He nods and we size each other up. He was gorgeous, innocent face, but you kind of knew he knew all the tricks of the trade.
His name is Miguel, just 18. Another University student. Just been in SP for a month. He’s not a regular at the sauna, but goes if he needs to buy clothes or new gear. He suggests us leaving the sauna to have dinner and then go back to my hotel for a fuck, and then go out to a club to round out the night (The Week was his choice). Sounds nice of course. I told him I couldn’t, since I was leaving tonight for the USA. “Take me with you,” he jokes. He says he is slight and can fit in my suitcase. No doubt he could. We get to the topic of sex. Does everything. More of a top but open to bottoming, but has never done it with a customer. Quoted 250 reals. I stood by my firm 150 reals with gozar. Seems to work with the boys.
At the room, he suggests to shower first so we can do “whatever we wanted.” And that’s what exactly happened. I like a boy who takes initiative. He rims me first, telling me that he wanted to do this badly. I didn’t mind. After warming up the oven he puts on a condom. I didn’t tell him I also preferred to top but that hardly mattered now. He fucks me for a while until he was close. He takes the condom off. Some more foreplay. His ass tasted amazing. Tight and hairless. The body works for me. Amazing to the touch. He sits on me and proceeds to thrust. My first time in a sauna room to be fully versatile. I consider this a triumph. I cum fast, due so much sensory overload. It takes him a while to cum because he said that happens when he gets fucked. It was worth the wait. He cums everywhere, his hair, the bed, me, the wall.
We cuddle for a while, cum getting everywhere but we didn’t mind. And then we shower and exchange info and such. Next time, I’ll get my hands on him to have a full weekend. I give him his 150, and a 20 to pay for his entrance. I look at my cellphone. It was 7 PM! I had an hour left. Time flies when you’re having fun. I could not find Thiago, which is good because it meant he was with a customer.
Halfway through my beer I spot a boy who was tall and inviting. He was not gym buff but had a natural fit body. He spots me staring so he pretends to adjust his towel so he can show me what he got. Giant dick alert. I wave him over and he sits with me. 24 years old. Smoldering Latin look. I give his cock a tug. He says it grows to 26 cm, and thick. Only a top, kisses, he says. I was running out of time. So I hurriedly accept. 150 with cum, as usual.  It is good to have the price set before starting.
The actual programa was nothing to write home about. Kissing was not as good as promised (more nibble than kiss), foreplay not much better. But with him I imagine everything is forgiven once a customer sees the dick. That was his selling point. He was very pretty, so his face can also sell, and he was tall and had a nice body, so he had a lot going for him.  But the dick just overshadowed everything else. No doubt the biggest I’ve seen, and the thickness is a sight to behold. I played with it. He struggled to cum, looking at the straight porn the whole time. It was fine. The dick made up for it.
Showered with him afterwards, so I don’t smell like boy on my flight. Paid 150, not a repeat for sure, but the perverse sight of his gigantic dick was worth the price of admission, so I had that memory to carry me over the continent on my way back home. Thiago still was nowhere to be found, but he messaged me saying he was in a programa, and to message him to tell him I was leaving. I told him I was leaving. Relunctantly. The night was still young. But vacations have to end.
Uber to Intercon, then to GRU. Got to airport with an hour to spare. Slept really well in the plane, well-earned from the gymnastics from earlier.
Thanks again for the lovely time Brazil. I’ll see you again soon.
Really really soon, apparently.