BrazilianBoiChaser

In SP, the Python Club is still open, but it doesn't feature too many GP's; it still has the obligatory drag show and gogoboys. Additionally, Carlotta, the gogoboy procurer, also hosts events at his house or at various venues. I remember last year that it was typical for his house to operate like an after-hours spot when the saunas closed. Usually, he would have drinks and food for purchase, and there would be boys who were already there because they were staying in his makeshift hostel, or boys from the sauna would come by and eat with us, vying for more clients, etc. Just a chill after-party type of thing. In SP, they still have the cabins with gloryholes and cheap hustlers off Rua Aurora, the sex theatre, and other gloryholes not too far from Republic Park. As for accommodations, I usually stay in the Republica in an Airbnb that allows guests, but I have recently become infatuated with high-end love motels for their luxury and sexual amenities. Here is one located in the Republica I am considering: https://andardecimasuites.com.br/pt-BR/sao-paulo/espuma-copan/go?period=0622bca3-2dc1-4c50-9a43-42ad10b36670 . Also, just a note: in most places, they have an air conditioner split unit that also acts as a heater.
For PA, unfortunately, I haven't been yet, but I want to go this year, so I am hoping you can provide a detailed experience when you go. Last I heard, the best GP sauna is Termas LUX ( Av. Pernambuco, 2765 - Bairro Floresta). Please give us an update when you go!
Python Club (377 R. Marquês de Paranaguá São Paulo, State of São Paulo)

377

well well well, after weeks of lurking on this forum I finally made my way to the land of the big dick tops… i spent 2.5 weeks ass up, face down letting these hung dominican and haitian dicks swim deep in my velvety guts. 
 
So starting off... I am going to list MY EXPERIENCE and what I recommend and don’t recommend when traveling to SD. My post will be a detailed account of my sexcapades and also, an update on various information/places/procurers in santo domingo. Thank you to all the people who messaged me, answered questions, and gave me tons of information.  
 
 
To & From the AIRPORT: I utilized Manny’s airport pickup service from SDQ to Zona Colonial. My transportation arrived early and was waiting for me at the terminal, he carried my bags up the stairs to my AIRBNB and charged me $40 USD (I gave him a $5 tip). 
LEAVING SD, I opted to take an uber which was cheaper and easier since I had got acclimated to the city. 
 
 
STAY: My stay was a little over 2 weeks and I got an AIRBNB for all of my trip except the last weekend, where I stayed in a hotel (would not recommend). A lot of the hotels charge a fee for guests and while they do offer a sense of security, I didn’t want anyone in my business or hearing my pleasure screams 😏. Personally, AIRBNB’S are easier to deal with, you don’t have to pay a fee for guests and you can have as many people over as you want. I will say hotels do offer the safety of being around people, but (depending on where you found your hookup) you should know if they are safe to be around. 
 
 
PROCURERS: There’s Manny, Fredy, Christian, & a newer 4th option from Skokka named Anthony. 
 
 
MANNY: Once Manny knew I was for sure heading to the DR, he sent me a folder of pics of men available… Initally, when we met Manny tried to persuade me to pay $100USD for each man, but I told him the average was $3000 Pesos, and he changed his tune. I told Manny that I preferred raw sex/creampies and he asked me how extra I as willing to pay, I’m sure I could’ve said $3500 pesos, I but I was fine with $4000. Manny is a solid guy and reliable, but he is here to make money, so remember that and set a price that is reasonable and in line with what you expect to pay. Manny is the man though  I fuck with him heavy  
 
 
FREDY: a month before my trip I reached out to Fredy. Fredy asked me what I wanted and connected me to a “top” that spoke english… but he wasn’t my type at all and after a few weeks of talking I just wasn’t feeling him. When I asked Fredy for his other options and photos of them he never delivered. He complained about men going behind is back to contact tops, and how he wouldn’t make money, but there was no way to get contact info from pictures so after a while I stopped writing him. His communication is also spotty, we agreed to connect when I got to town, but once I arrived it was easier to connect with people willing to make the process easier by sending pictures. 
 
 
CHRISTIAN: Christian delivered a folder of hung men, but initially asked me for $150USD— we narrowed it down to 4000 pesos, but Manny had already came through. 
 
 
ANTHONY: I found anthony through skokka and though he has a ton of men, I didn’t trust him or his energy. Most of Anthony’s men are haitain and being a black man myself I would’ve loved to let a few of them put me through the mattress, maybe next time.  
 
 
SKOKKA: Weeks before traveling to the DR, I saved about 50 contacts/photos of tops that i planned on fucking, while I reached out to some of them I grew tired of messaging them. Also, make sure your translations are correct, I accidentally messaged a straight man and he told me that he participated in the murder of a gay man… He began laughing and I went off on him explaining that I had seen pictures of him from his post on Skokka and i let him know that he weighed about 150lbs and that i could easily kill him if he tried to attack me. Suffice to say, he stopped replying and hasn’t posted on skokka again. But be careful! do not put yourself in harms way. That interaction left a bad taste in my mouth, so I was over reaching out to the other tops I had wanted to fuck. There are solid tops on skokka but there are also a lot scams so be careful and be midnful.
 
 
After arriving at my AIRBNB, Manny showed up 10 minutes later, I let him inside and we talked then did a quick tour of Zona Colonial he wanted to take me to a specific Money Exchange, but I already settled on one… 
 
 
MONEY EXCHANGE: I did some research on youtube and found the most reliable Money Exchange place was Frank el Azuano inside Paseo Del Conde @arabcreamer later mentioned them too, so i knew it was a solid place. If you run out of money there’s an ATM in off C. El Conde in Supermercados Nacional that will give you Dominican Pesos. 
 
 
HOURLY/CHEAP HOTELS: Now if you do find yourself in hotel that charges you to have guests or an airbnb host that is watching your every move (cameras, etc) there are cheap hotels: HOTEL BLANCO is off of C. El CONDE and costs $1500 pesos a night. HOTEL BELLA MAR is an hourly/overnight hotel that is very cheap, but has no wifi and no keys to the rooms. If HOTEL BELLA MAR is sold out go next door, it’s the same set up with the same prices. 
 
CRUISING: Popular cruising spot Duarte Park is under construction. The only other options are Marlowe’s, Apolo Spa (gay spa with dark room), Casa Paco’s, Esedeku (gay club with dark room), C. El Conde, & Grindr/Jack’d. Besides Apolo Spa and Esedeku, I didn’t do much cruising. I don’t look like I’m gay or a bottom so cruising doesn’t always work for me unless I make it blatantly obvious that I am looking for dick.
 
 
MY SEXCAPADES:
Now, I explained to Manny that raw sex is MY personal preference. Before reading this know I am on Prep + Doxy and I am tested regularly. 
 
 
On the first night Manny brought two hung tops to my apartment. A dark-skinned marvel with a 12 inch monster (we’ll call him Mr. 12 inches) made for deep drilling, and a beefy-plushy stud with 10 inches of girthy dick (we’ll call him Mr. Thick Dick) made to stretch holes. I paid him his fee (1000 pesos a top) and soon we were left alone. I led them to the bedroom and we got to work. First I went for Mr. 12 inches, I throated his entire dick and kept my throat at the base of his dick while he moaned loudly. While continuing to throat him, I began playfully touching Mr. thick dick’s dick - he was already hard and laid back and closed his eyes as I continued to fondle him. I continued to let Mr. 12 inches into the back of my throat, moving up and down his shaft, pinching his left nipple with my hand, while simultaneously stroking Mr. Thick Dick to my right. I’m definitely a throat goat, but I usually only suck dick to get the dick hard so I can be fucked, but I enjoyed Mr 12 hitting the back of my throat, his dick somehow fit perfectly into my throat and I took advantage of it. He begins slapping my ass and this only turns me on more. I started to taste his pre-cum and knew I should let him fuck me soon before he nuts down my throat… So I motion him to my ass. As he begins to push in my guts, I throat Mr. Thick Dick, his dick is so girthy at its base I can’t even fit it into my throat. There’s a full 2 to 3 inches of dick left - and I just can not fit it not my throat… I start to feel Mr 12 inches knocking on my hole and I take a deep whiff of poppers as he stabs my silky guts, we both moan as he hits my walls… I’m ass up face down in the crotch of Mr. Thick Dick, with Mr 12 inches digging deep into my pleasure hole. He hits his stride and begins deep fucking me so good I can no longer suck Mr. Thick’s Dick… Mr. Thick Dick is still rock hard and slapping his pole against my face… but there’s no use, I have fully submitted to Mr. 12 inch and he is in HEAAAT… fucking every inch, every angle, every curve of my guts… It hurts so good and all I can do is take it - ALL of it. I lay on the bed, arch my ass up and continue to let Mr 12 inches annihilate me. At this point I’m timing when to push out my hole to let him dig deeper into my guts and when to grip his dick as he’s pulling out to give him more pleasure… His strokes start to get more violent, his breathing more labored and I know he’s getting close to nutting… Soon he’s hitting my guts like a drum… SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP, deeper and deeper and then he forces his dick deep into my 2nd hole, I feel his shaft twitch inside me and a burst of warm nut spray against my walls…. He starts to convulse and I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me as he continues to nut in me. After all his nut has been dispensed, he slowly pulls out of my freshly seeded hole and begins to walk to to bathroom. I stop him, get on my knees and slowly but gently throat his dick again, this time making sure I clean all the cum that’s covering it. He convulses again, laughs and then heads to the bathroom as I swallow the left over cum from his dick. I turn my attention back to Mr. Thick Dick, who’s playing with his meaty monster alone…I give his hefty dick a kiss and began my attempt to throat his dick again, I manage to get 8 or 9 inches into my throat, but again, he is much too thick to be throated completely…. I suck and toy with his dick, and he enjoys it, but he pushes my mouth away and motions me to bend over. After watching me take Mr. 12 inches like a champ, I’m guessing he can’t wait to knock my walls loose too. His girthy dick pushes inside my creamy hole and he immediately slaps my cakes and begins to dick me down. With each stroke I feel my hole widen, he too hits a stride and continues to beat my guts up non-stop… Where Mr. 12inches had the length to hit parts of my guts few men have hit, Mr. Thick Dick had the girth to stretch my hole in ways few men have too. He fucked me for what seemed like an eternity then dropped two nuts deep inside me. I scour to his dick and clean the cum off of it as he moans. At this point, Mr. 12 inches had returned and waved his massive dick in my face… I sucked his dick for a minute, but he assumed I turned round 2 down so he got dressed and I was too shy to ask what was going on… and that was that… Manny later told me, he wanted another round, but thought I turned him down… Had I of known I would’ve gladly let him wreck my guts again. I collect myself, get dressed and pay the boys their fees… Later that night I go to Marlowe’s for a drink and run into Mr. Thick Dick again, I bring him back to my room he fucks another nut deep into my guts. 


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On Night Two, I told Manny I wanted Mr. 12 inches again, but he shows up with this fine hung top (we’ll call him “The Model”), and tells me that Mr. 12 Inch will be arriving soon. I turn the top down and Manny tells me, “Go in the other room and give his dick a taste.” So I take him to the other room, he lays on the couch and pulls out a beautiful dick. On soft he’s already around 8 inches, so I throat him for a few seconds, let his dick harden and reach the back of my throat. His dick is fucking beautiful, but I didn’t plan on having a threesome on this day (I only wanted Mr. 12 Inch), so I get his number and tell him I’ll reach out to him later in the evening. It turns out Mr. 12 inches is an hour or so away, so I decide to fuck The Model instead. Now don’t get me wrong, I am attracted to ALL body types, I told Manny I wanted Hung Tops over 9.5 Inches and that I had a preference for Darkskin Tops, but was open to all complexions, but The Model was fine as fucccck with an athletic body that made me want to be his little bitch. So he comes back upstairs, I make him and I a drink and we head to the bedroom. He lays down and I start throating his dick, up and down, I’m doing all sorts of tongue tricks and suction, and deep throating and he’s laid back moaning looking sexy as ever. I motion to him that I’m ready to take dick and we switch places… As sexy as this man is, he needs porn to stay hard, I grab my laptop, enter the type of porn he likes and boom… he’s rock hard… I give him one last kiss from my throat then bend over… He pushes into my gushiness and begins railing my hole… His stroke is nice and I can’t help but throw my ass back on him. His moans start increasing and he’s pushing into my second hole, slapping my ass sporadically. We fuck for a bit of time until I feel his stroke increase, he pushes in me deep yells at the top of his lungs and nuts deep into my guts… I grab his waist as he continues to nut inside me, panting with each spurt of cum… He pulls out and I suck the cum off his dick… his dick is still hard af, so I push it back inside me and he fucks me even rougher this time… until nuts again. I suck the cum off his dick delicately and he tells me, “Gracias por tu been tasero.” As I pay him he asks me for an additional $2000 pesos, but I tell him our agreement was $4000 pesos. We agree to meet later in the week and he leaves. A few hours later Mr. 12 inches comes over and puts me through the mattress again, his dick is a perfect fit for my hole and every time we fuck we both give each other that work! I begin to deep throat Mr. 12 inches, by now he’s use to the fact that his dick and my throat are a match so he sits back and enjoys the pleasure. When he’s ready he gets behind me and slowly pushes into my guts… feeling out my walls, pushing into my second hole, feeling me out, before destroying my guts with his sledgehammer. He hits his stride and fucks me non-stop until I break his stroke by laying down and arching my back. Now he’s on top digging deep and i feel the twitch, hear his grunt, and feel the warm explosion of cum in my guts. 
The Model (he didn’t care that I took a picture of his face, but I’m leaving it out to protect him): 

For the next 2 days, I gave my hole a break to recover from the beating these guys gave it. 
 
I resume being an insatiable slut and for the rest of my trip I fucked Mr. 12 inch and Mr. Thick Dick almost every night until the end of my trip.  I also hooked up with one guy off Grindr, a persistent top from Marlowe’s (and later his lying ass friend), another hung top from Manny that can Fuuuuuuck, a sexy top from JuanBinBin, and a very sexy top at Apolo Spa (non-paid)… 
 
 
 
 
11 Inch Monster: Outside of Mr 12 inches, Mr. Thick Dick, & The Model, Manny brought me an 11inch monster Twink top that fucks like a jackrabbit. His dick is massive and gets girthier as you get to the base of his dick. The sex was great, but short, he dug me out, but I expected a longer session. He lasted about 9 minutes until he came, so I gave him an extra $1500 pesos for another round - fucked the shit out of me again, jabbed me deep with his dick and painted my walls white with nut. This time he collapsed on top of me and i could feel the cum leaking out as he breathed deep. He slowly pulled out of my freshly used hole and I sucked his cummy dick clean. 
11 Inch JacKRabbit:


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Grindr: I only hooked up with one guy on Grindr, there were a lot of men messaging me, but so many of them were sketchy and it’s best to trust your gut. The guy I did let smash was a a beautiful dark skinned hatian man with 8 inches and he fucked the shit out of me after I throated his dick… He’s drilling me and asking me in Spanish, “Es esto bueno?” And I keep replying, “Si, es mi culo bueno?” we playfully say this to each other until he nuts, then I suck his dick clean… I Notice he’s still hard and put his dick back inside… This time I bend down lower so he can dig deeper into my guts, he nuts quicker this time, I playfully and slowly suck his dick clean, we exchange numbers. 

 
 
 
Marlowe’s: Marlowe’s is fun, they have some good cheap drinks (but make sure they give you the correct change back, some bartenders will try and play you) and there’s an entire back area with tops and bottoms trying to get into some ass or take some dick for $$$. On weeknights Marlowe’s can be dead about an hour or 2 before closing so get there sometime before 10. I read on here that you can “sample” dicks at Marlowe’s and then take them to your hotel, I would not recommend this, as some of the tops will try to pressure you into paying them for doing so. I exchanged numbers with this hung top who was eager to fuck me, but kept following me everywhere at Marlowe’s, I “sampled” his dick (I sucked it for about 5 seconds) and he demanded I pay him $1000 pesos. I quickly told him, “No!” He tried to cause a scene to intimidate me and I had quickly let him know that I was not the one. I left Marlowe’s without paying him a damn thing and he later blew my phone up trying to apologize… For days he tried to convince me to let him fuck me and I gave in near the end of my trip, because 1). I wanted to fuck him 2). I had already established that he didn’t put any amount of fear into me and that I could handle myself 3). I laid down the ground rules for how our interaction would go. We fucked and it was good, his rate was reasonable and he came correct this time. It’s all about confidence, do not let any of these men intimidate you. You don’t have to “sample” the dick before going to a room, but make sure you get a good look at their dicks, some will lie about their size to get you into a room. Do not be afraid to say NO, do not be afraid to stand up for yourself. At the end of the day, most of the men at Marlowe’s are always there and they are not trying to ruin their cashflow, just keep your wits about you and read people’s energy. If someone is VERY eager to fuck you they are probably desperate and desperate people do desperate things. But also, Marlowe’s is NOT a scary place as I’ve read in a few posts. The owner is a great guy from America. Plus, on the weekends at Marlowe’s there are a TON of hung tops, you can even find a few bottoms  I wouldn’t recommend fucking at Marlowe’s but it does happen, but people are nosy, and some will try and watch.
The Marlowe’s Top:


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JuanBinBin: I went to JuanBinBin around midnight on a weekday… It’s true what they say, the neighborhood is not good at all and it’s best to order your uber inside and wait til it arrives. They charge 3000 Pesos and have an assortment of men available. When I went there were about 7 to 10 men, some of the men there supposedly don’t get hard and you’d waste your money picking them. I was fortunate enough, to catch a regular client who spoke English, and he recommended me a top that was a “God of fucking,” his words not mine. Sure enough, the top had a nice 9inch dick, a cute twinkish/swimmer’s build body and a beautiful copper toned complexion. We head to the room, I tell him what I want/like I throat him and he digs my guts out properly. We exchange numbers and promise to see each other again before I leave. For 3000 pesos, JuanBinBin was hassle free and an 6 to 8 minute uber from Zona Colonial. 
 
 
Apolo Spa: Went to Apolo Spa on a Thursday evening with a friend who’s from Santo Domingo. It was surprisingly busy. 1st floor is a shop, a bar, and lockers, while upstairs is the saunas, video room, private booths, 2 dark rooms, and shower. It was $500 Pesos to enter. At Apolo there were some Tops that would act like they were into you, and the second you get ready for sex they’d ask you for $$$, I didn’t come to Apolo to pay for sex, so I turned down the tops that asked for it…  I ran into this sexy bald milk chocolate skinned man stroking in the video room. I head over to him, get on my knees and begin kissing his dick in a circular motion, while going all the way down to the base of his dick up and down again. He’s got an 8.5 inch beauty and I can tell by his moans he’s not use to being throated so easily, he grabs the back of my head and begins pushing it down on his dick while he pushes his pelvis up into my face — and I just lose it… I shove his dick deep down my throat and hold it there, up and down up and down up and down… Suddenly there’s a crowd of men circling around us jacking off and as I keep sucking the soul out of him, he slaps my ass. “Good, he’s a fucking top,” I think, “he’s about to fuck the shit out of me.” I get up pull him off the chairs and he follows me to the private rooms. Inside the room I sit down and begin throating him again and now he’s slapping my face, grabbing my chin and treating me like his little bitch. Now, I’m a masculine bottom, but I LOVE to be bitched out, but very few men have the energy to get me to submit— and he just had it. He choked me, licked my face, kissed me on the lips then forced his dick down my throat… Then he pulled me up bent me over and dug deep into my guts. Our sexual chemistry was so good, he nutted back to back. I sucked his dick clean and he kissed me while playfully choking me. He then slaps my ass and we go our separate ways. An hour later, he’s back in the video room and I’m once again on my knees and he’s once again taking me to the private booths to fuck me two more times. We spend the rest of the night together, we exchange numbers, and we’ve been talking everyday since…. I’m actually visiting SD before summer to see him again — he might just be bae. 
 
 
Esedeku: is a disco type gay club that all the locals go to, they have cheap drinks, good music and two floors with an active dark room on the 2nd floor. It gets PACKED on the weekends after midnight as it’s the only true gay club in the city. This is a good place to go if you want to dance, meet people, get fucked in a dark room, or just vibe. In my experience the club was free. And yeah, every bartender there is sexy af. If you get there early they’ll let you pick songs to play over the speakers too. I also had some fun in the dark room by this hung man who pulled my hair as he dicked me down down for ten minutes straight. Fun times. 
 
 
Now a few last minute things: While there are dangerous areas of Santo Domingo the main thing is to be smart, be aware, and be confident. A lot of the advice I received was fear based, and simply not true.  A lot of the horror stories you read on this forum can be avoided by having common sense and street smarts. Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself. Even if you don’t speak Spanish.  
 
 

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Being fan of both destinations I can concur with both of the above postings! The DR scene in my view is easier to navigate and arrange. No hassle bringing a guy to your Airbnb, better rates and monster dicks galore. Maybe a bit rough on the edges. And yes: jackhammers! Brasil has stunningly beautiful boys for a wide taste. Only you should really suss out an Airbnb with a more relaxed door policy. If not, one is confined to the saunas and those burn your money (at least if you are a slut like I am!). Outdoor cruising can be wild in Brasil also. They are absolute pornstars in bed though.
Going to Salvador de Bahia for 2 weeks in August Love that city! Beautiful dark skinned boys, monster dicks and eager to please. Also several outdoor cruising opportunities. On top of that a much more relaxed pace in comparison to Rio and SP. Last but not least: the better facilities, top gastronomy and developed infrastructure in Brasil beats the DR by a mile. 
Conclusion for me: I interchange between both destinations:
Rough on the edges, instant availability and looking for a bottom's paradise? DR
More quality, model like boys and better surroundings? Brasil

In SP, the Python Club is still open, but it doesn't feature too many GP's; it still has the obligatory drag show and gogoboys. Additionally, Carlotta, the gogoboy procurer, also hosts events at his house or at various venues. I remember last year that it was typical for his house to operate like an after-hours spot when the saunas closed. Usually, he would have drinks and food for purchase, and there would be boys who were already there because they were staying in his makeshift hostel, or boys from the sauna would come by and eat with us, vying for more clients, etc. Just a chill after-party type of thing. In SP, they still have the cabins with gloryholes and cheap hustlers off Rua Aurora, the sex theatre, and other gloryholes not too far from Republic Park. As for accommodations, I usually stay in the Republica in an Airbnb that allows guests, but I have recently become infatuated with high-end love motels for their luxury and sexual amenities. Here is one located in the Republica I am considering: https://andardecimasuites.com.br/pt-BR/sao-paulo/espuma-copan/go?period=0622bca3-2dc1-4c50-9a43-42ad10b36670 . Also, just a note: in most places, they have an air conditioner split unit that also acts as a heater.
For PA, unfortunately, I haven't been yet, but I want to go this year, so I am hoping you can provide a detailed experience when you go. Last I heard, the best GP sauna is Termas LUX ( Av. Pernambuco, 2765 - Bairro Floresta). Please give us an update when you go!
Python Club (377 R. Marquês de Paranaguá São Paulo, State of São Paulo)

377

In SP, the Python Club is still open, but it doesn't feature too many GP's; it still has the obligatory drag show and gogoboys. Additionally, Carlotta, the gogoboy procurer, also hosts events at his house or at various venues. I remember last year that it was typical for his house to operate like an after-hours spot when the saunas closed. Usually, he would have drinks and food for purchase, and there would be boys who were already there because they were staying in his makeshift hostel, or boys from the sauna would come by and eat with us, vying for more clients, etc. Just a chill after-party type of thing. In SP, they still have the cabins with gloryholes and cheap hustlers off Rua Aurora, the sex theatre, and other gloryholes not too far from Republic Park. As for accommodations, I usually stay in the Republica in an Airbnb that allows guests, but I have recently become infatuated with high-end love motels for their luxury and sexual amenities. Here is one located in the Republica I am considering: https://andardecimasuites.com.br/pt-BR/sao-paulo/espuma-copan/go?period=0622bca3-2dc1-4c50-9a43-42ad10b36670 . Also, just a note: in most places, they have an air conditioner split unit that also acts as a heater.
For PA, unfortunately, I haven't been yet, but I want to go this year, so I am hoping you can provide a detailed experience when you go. Last I heard, the best GP sauna is Termas LUX ( Av. Pernambuco, 2765 - Bairro Floresta). Please give us an update when you go!
Python Club (377 R. Marquês de Paranaguá São Paulo, State of São Paulo)

377

In SP, the Python Club is still open, but it doesn't feature too many GP's; it still has the obligatory drag show and gogoboys. Additionally, Carlotta, the gogoboy procurer, also hosts events at his house or at various venues. I remember last year that it was typical for his house to operate like an after-hours spot when the saunas closed. Usually, he would have drinks and food for purchase, and there would be boys who were already there because they were staying in his makeshift hostel, or boys from the sauna would come by and eat with us, vying for more clients, etc. Just a chill after-party type of thing. In SP, they still have the cabins with gloryholes and cheap hustlers off Rua Aurora, the sex theatre, and other gloryholes not too far from Republic Park. As for accommodations, I usually stay in the Republica in an Airbnb that allows guests, but I have recently become infatuated with high-end love motels for their luxury and sexual amenities. Here is one located in the Republica I am considering: https://andardecimasuites.com.br/pt-BR/sao-paulo/espuma-copan/go?period=0622bca3-2dc1-4c50-9a43-42ad10b36670 . Also, just a note: in most places, they have an air conditioner split unit that also acts as a heater.
For PA, unfortunately, I haven't been yet, but I want to go this year, so I am hoping you can provide a detailed experience when you go. Last I heard, the best GP sauna is Termas LUX ( Av. Pernambuco, 2765 - Bairro Floresta). Please give us an update when you go!
Python Club (377 R. Marquês de Paranaguá São Paulo, State of São Paulo)

377

Afternoon Interlude: Gotta Stick to What Works
Something I notice about Thermas Barcelona is just the sheer size of it. Maybe it wasn’t full, which made it feel bigger, but either way, it’s easy to disappear in this place without any effort. The free cabins are useful for that, sure, but there are also plenty of nooks and crannies tucked just out of sight—away from the bar, for example.

Because this sauna basically runs 24/7, those hidden spots become prime real estate for certain “homeless” boys—guys who don’t really have anywhere to go, especially when they first arrive in Barcelona. I’m sure that after a few €50 sessions with clients, those unhoused boys can start putting something together with their life and actually rebuild.
I’ve seen this phenomenon everywhere, but especially in Colombia. Venezuelan boys—young enough, hot enough, hung enough or bootylicious enough—flee their country’s impossible economy and try to start over in Colombia. Colombia has its own thing going on with webcam studios—Chaturbate, LiveJasmin, OnlyFans—all of it feeding into what’s basically a decentralized porn industry studio system. These "studios" are usually headquartered in residential houses, with bedrooms converted into sex sets that double as actual bedrooms to sleep in when not in use. A lot of these boys, broke when they arrive, end up sleeping there until they can save enough for a place of their own.
Brazil has a version of this too. Some saunas, or even some homes owned by sauna managers and owners, act like halfway houses for boys coming out of favelas or other Brazilian states. Some saunas even advertise this setup as a way to attract fresh meat.
Pedro—my ex-Brazilian—took advantage of this at Thermas.
As I settle back at the bar, waiting for my cum to regenerate and enjoying a well-earned drink, a boy-next-door type waves at me from across the room to get my attention. He’s decent-looking—not stunning like some of the others, but not bad. OK body—not fat, not ripped, no abs, but serviceable. He’s got a beard, which works for me. Overall, pleasant enough.
I wave him over. He asks if he can get a drink—I nod and motion to the bartender. Whisky, straight. He pulls up a stool close to mine and sits.
We start talking. His Spanish is decent, and he tries some English, not very successfully, but he keeps trying. Then he starts his pitch—shows me his cock (not huge, not small). I tell him no, but I appreciate the offer. We keep chatting, and I find out he’s Romanian.
That catches my attention. I’ve never knowingly been with a Romanian before.
He picks up on that slight shift in interest and tries again. I say no again—this time softer. He’s actually kind of endearing. Could be fun. But there are a lot of other options here—guys with more to offer: better looks, bigger cocks, the usual. I’m just not in the mood for him.
Then comes the final move—the sob story. He says he’s homeless, arrived a month ago, couldn’t find regular work, so now he’s here. Doesn’t have enough money to go back to Romania, so he’s trying to save up for a ticket.
I ask if he’s staying with friends. He says no—he sleeps in the sauna.

I ask if management allows that. He says it’s informal. Most of the time, they don’t mind.
But not all the time. On Saturdays—today—the boys have to leave at 10 PM and can’t come back until noon Sunday. That’s when the sauna flips into a regular gay party space—DJ, drugs, sex, the whole thing, within the sauna confines.
So I ask him where he goes.
He says other saunas—Sauna Casanova or Sauna Bruc. Both within walking distance. I didn’t even realize there were other spots like this in Barcelona. He says they’re not really “boy saunas,” but he still manages to get business there.
Times are hard. You adapt.
I tell him I appreciate the company, but he should probably get to work before they’re kicked out at 10. It’s already 6 PM. He looks disappointed.
Maybe another time, I’d have the headspace for him. But right now, I’m hunting for something else.
I turn my attention back to the bar and notice two boys standing over a client they clearly know. One’s very twinky—not my type. The other, though—more twunk. Great Latin face, smooth muscle, not bulky but clearly worked, insane abs, great ass. No beard, but it works. He’s wearing white underwear instead of a towel, which already sets him apart.

Maybe I was staring, because he suddenly hugs the client, gives him a deep kiss, and then makes his way straight to me.
Argentinian. 25. Magnetic as hell.
He knows exactly how to present himself—angles, posture, timing. No hesitation with contact. He gets close immediately, touching me, stroking my neck, then kisses me without asking.
Deep. Slow. Intense. One of those full-on, French kisses that just keeps going longer than you expect—and longer than you probably deserve.
Okay. So this is how Latinos kiss.
There’s nothing else like it. Not here.
He asks about my preferences—I don’t even think he listens to the answer. Just smiles and says, “I do it all.”
And yeah—he means it. He’s already grinding against me where I’m sitting.
I finish my drink fast. At that point, my dick has already made the decision.
He asks if I want a free cabin or a paid room. I know about the paid rooms but haven’t tried them yet. Figured—why not now, why not with him?
We head upstairs to reception. I ask for a room with a private shower. The receptionist hands me a key. The Argentinian grabs it, checks it, and leads me back down.
The room is tucked away in one of the hidden corridors. Decent size. This one has a dungeon setup and a sling.
Maybe he plans to use everything?



And then the deed. No exaggeration—he delivers. Fully. Kisses like it matters, sucks like it’s his last meal, gives it like a madman, takes it like a champ. No clock-watching. Orders drinks mid-session. Even pauses for conversation before switching things up—like an intermission before the next act.
Five stars. Easily one of the best I’ve had—and that’s saying something.
Latinos just know what they’re doing.
One thing I really appreciated about the private room: the en-suite shower. Makes a huge difference when you’re switching roles and need a quick reset mid-session.
I give him €100. Honestly, I should’ve given more.
He came, so technically the rate was fair. But still—I like rewarding performance. Good attitude, good energy, good delivery. Same way I treat my employees back home.
And that kind of generosity? It tends to come back tenfold the next time.
Next: a threesome, if you can believe it.

The Afternoon: Not all that glitters is gold
So, I was still fresh client meat for these boys, as I noticed more guys coming up to me that  I hadn’t seen last night. As I waited for Mike the Russian, three boys came up to me to make their sales pitch.
The first one was a cute, fit, slim-ish Colombian. His pitch to me was pretty good—he spoke English, got really close so I could feel his smooth skin against mine, and went in for a very deep kiss that almost had me… until I remembered my goal was just inches away, and I was willing to wait.
The second one was a Greek guy—bearded, light brown hair, white skin, and a pretty lean body with abs. He seemed chill and not too pushy, and his dick, when he showed it to me, was pretty big. But he said he didn’t kiss, so I had to pass for now.
There was a third guy—another Colombian—tall, muscular, bearded, some tattoos, fairly handsome. I was about to talk to him when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the client with the Russian had stood up and started to leave. I shifted my focus back to Mike to see how he was.

After a few sentences in Spanish, Mike the Russian switched to English—broken but intelligible, definitely good enough for what I needed to know from him. He asked where I was from, probably the most commonly asked question at the sauna—asked by both the boys and the clients, to each other and to everyone else. A truly international sauna, probably dominated by Latinos (Brazil and Colombia for sure), but with guys from all over Europe and South America. This trip, I still had to meet boys from Asia, North America, or even Australia. Seems like something I should do further research on.
Some more small talk from the Russian—when I got here, how my trip was, when I was leaving Barcelona. As we traded sentences, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he was. Definitely no older than 22—really young—with the boyish voice to match. Gray or green eyes, sandy blonde hair, a boyish haircut. When he smiled, it really showed how young he was.
I got down to brass tacks, asking what he did behind closed doors. Only top, kissed a bit, promised a good time. Easy sell. I knew I was getting him even before he turned my way. The beauty of it? Dirt cheap to try—50 euros.
He asked for a Red Bull, which seems like the drink of choice for the boys. And the place had really picked up in the last hour. Lots of guys milling around, clients coming and going. Saturday afternoon seems like a good time to be here. I’ve heard the place is open 24 hours. I’m sure it’s not this crowded in the wee hours of the morning, but it’s nice to have options it being open at those hours, something you can't say about the Brazil saunas. It could even double as a love hotel if you think about it— for 24 euros each.

As he finished his Red Bull, I let him know I was ready. He grabbed some condoms and lube, and off we went. We found a free cabin on the second floor, and he quickly undressed, showing a decent-sized penis—not like the monsters I’d seen earlier, but with him it was the whole package that counted. He kissed me—slightly tepid, not like how the Latinos do it. Just a tad disappointing but what can you do.
Some foreplay, more kisses. Soon enough, the condom and lube came out—his signal he was ready. After some success topping me, he pulled out, and like on cue that it was time for me to finish, and  I did—pretty plentiful, I might add, and even he was impressed— but of course with some help from him. Overall, decent lay. Great visuals—watching him thrust, kiss my body, use his dick—it was hot. Maybe lacking a bit of passion, but I guess that was his schtick.
But, not bad for 50 euros. A guy like this would cost more on apps or sites. This sauna gives you a chance to sample all sorts without breaking the bank. I imagine you could dangle more cash at the boy and get a better performance. If I were really into him, maybe I would have—but this trip was about sampling what the sauna had to offer, so it was time to move on.
I showered with him—seemed like the custom—exchanged a bit more small talk, then we headed back up to the locker area. I grabbed 50 euros from my wallet, handed it to him, and he was on his way. Later, I noticed he had changed into his street clothes and left soon after. It was only 5:45 PM. I guess he’d made enough for the day. I wondered how much a full night with him would cost. As I watched that teen heartthrob walk out, I figured I’d never know.

I headed back down a floor and checked out the labyrinth—clients and boys milling around. Then I heard my name again.
“Numazu!” some dark, muscular figure called out.
I couldn’t see clearly—the lighting on this floor wasn’t great for faces, only for penises—so I motioned for him to follow me down to the bar.
He followed. When I turned around at the bar, I saw him clearly. Brazilian, for sure—a mountain of a man. Big muscles, probably juiced to hell, bearded, and handsome. I didn’t recognize him, but he might’ve been a hire at Lagoa or 117 at some point. I feel like I’ve fucked a thousand Brazilians by now.
We sat down, and he explained how we knew each other. Said we met around 2018 or 2019— and he’s been in Barcelona for five years. Claimed we hooked up at least four or five times in Lagoa. Said I even bought him dinner once. I felt bad—I still couldn’t remember. You’d think I would remember a muscle-bound cutie like him, but I didn’t.
After some reminiscing about Brazil and his life in Barcelona (better money, better quality of life), he turned the nostalgia into a business pitch. Asked if we could do it again, lifting his towel to remind me what I liked. Big cock—already hard, pointed right at me.
I told him I had just finished, so maybe later, if at all. After a few more tries, he gave up, wished me well, and went back upstairs to find someone more willing.  Again, if it was any other day I would have had him, but I was in Europe, trying out this sauna. If I wanted Brazilians I would go to Brazil. Here, he would have to wait in line with all the other nationalities that were on display here.
After he left I wondered if I really spend too much time in rent boy spaces. It's one thing to visit a rent boy establishment everyday while you're on vacay, it's another thing to be recognized by not just one, but two rent boys you fucked 8500 km from where you are. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed. Most probably both.
At the bar, I ordered my usual—Jack and Diet—and sat there, quietly toasting myself to my top-notch promiscuity and hedonism. There are no prizes for that, no trophies to be had, only the trophy boys that were for the picking here at Thermas.
Next up: two more encounters to talk about.

The day after: Choices, choices
I don’t think I even set an alarm to wake up today. The point of me spending these two days in Barcelona is to adjust to Europe time before my impending work trip. And since I’ve been to Barcelona a few times before, there was no need for me to go out and tour the city. These two days were only for rest and relaxation—and to me, this means spending some time checking out the lay of the land, so to speak.
I look at the time—it’s about 11:30 AM. Not a bad time to wake up and still have time to have a quick bite to eat and maybe check out the gym in this hotel. I take a quick shower, notice my first hickey right away—it’s up near my right nipple, red and bruised, probably the Moroccan’s fault. I should be expecting a few of those before the weekend is done.
I head off in the direction of the mall Arenas Barcelona, which has been a staple for me through the years, to find a bite to eat or get some last-minute clothes or kicks. On the way, I find a pretty crowded coffee shop (Morrow Coffee) and decide to get my bite there:

I of course open up Grindr while I enjoy this latte. Some unopened messages from yesterday. I answer some and survey the current grid. Lots of hotties on display for sure. I get a ping from this random guy (cute-ish, Spaniard, says he is 25) who was pushing some gay tour around the bars of Barcelona. I didn’t need a tour of the clubs, as I have been to them many times before, but this would be useful for someone who needs to be oriented on the offerings of Barcelona nightlife.

It’s a shame that the guy was selling tours and not himself. I would buy what he’s selling if that were the case.
As I head back to my hotel, I give Pedro a cursory “Oi” and ask how he was. Unprompted, he tells me about his immediate plans. He tells me that he will be going to Thermas soon at 1 PM because he feels that there will be a better chance he would get clients earlier than later.

This was a little bit earlier than what is common knowledge on the sites—that 4 PM–8 PM are prime boy times. As I get back to my hotel room, it is 12:45 PM. Should I head over to the sauna now, or should I check out the gym here? The buying clothes thing was just an excuse.
**Decision #1: I go to the gym**
Sex tourism is a marathon, not a sprint. And thus, with any physical activity, one must stretch first to last longer and to enjoy the activity better. So I opt for the gym. I told you I have stayed in this hotel before, but have not visited the gym at all, and thinking that this is a supposed gay hotel, the gym should be decent, right?

Wrong. The gym was tiny. I guess that’s why they call it a “fitness center,” because this was not enough for any serious workout. Still, I had my mind set on working up a sweat, so I try my best to get it on the treadmill and push some weights and the chest machine they had.
While I was working out, I got into an interesting convo on Grindr with a 35-year-old Spanish guy. He was tall (over 6 feet), with long light-brown hair, and cute. He seems eager to meet, and was conversing with me in English, so intentions were communicated fairly clearly on both sides. My fear in communicating in a foreign tongue that I have some fluency in—but am still subject to local lingo blind spots—is that things might be interpreted or communicated somewhat incorrectly, resulting in confusion upon meeting. It still beats using a translator, though, where translations can sometimes be even more confusing because Google Translate does not pick up on context well.
As I finish up my workout, it is looking like this Grindr guy wants to meet. We have already exchanged photos of body parts, clear face pics, as well as us picking off the menu of gay sex options we were willing to partake in and which ones we enjoyed. There was a desire to meet on both sides. I had another decision to make: go to the sauna now, where there are apparently boys coming this early, or hook up with this Grindr guy?
**Decision #2: I hook up with Grindr guy**
Yes, I am potentially giving up one less orgasm, one less boy to hire from the sauna. But old habits die hard, and I quickly give him my address and room number, and a time to meet. He lived close by and was willing to travel, so I told him I would meet him in 30 minutes. I go back down to my room, tidy up the place for my gentleman caller, take a very, very thorough shower, and wait for him to let me know that he is in the lobby.
I get the message from Grindr at 30 minutes, on the dot. I do love a punctual Spaniard. I head down to the lobby and see him sitting on a reception chair. He sees me and stands up. Yes, he is tall. Yes, he is photo-accurate, if a little bit tanner than what I expected. I can see the possibilities right away. And my dick responds right away to the hug he automatically gives me, followed by kisses on both cheeks. This was a proper hello for sure.
What follows, of course, is only for the four walls of my hotel room to attest to. Suffice it to say that it was worth sacrificing some boy time for some local time, for sure.
Anyway, after some post-coital convo about Barcelona, my next trip, and his work, he takes a quick shower and goes on his way. No more hug before leaving, which is fine. I tidy up the bed, take another very thorough shower, and am ready for the sauna.
Shit, it was almost 3:30 PM, and I am going to need something to eat before the sauna. I could not eat anything big, oily, or starchy that will sit in my stomach for hours and impede my enjoyment at the sauna. After a quick search on Google Maps, I find Café Paradero, which had fairly healthy options to choose from. It was just a 5-minute walk from the hotel, so I hoofed it there to get my lunch.

I got the acai bowl, which was exactly what I needed at this time. I was able to down that bowl in record time. I headed back to the hotel to brush my teeth (you can’t be too clean in these scenarios), and then was finally on my way to Thermas.

It was 4:30 PM by the time I got to the reception area at Thermas. There were considerably more people on this Saturday afternoon than just hours before. Indeed, Saturday afternoon is one of the good times to go to Thermas. I changed into my towel and saw more clients as well changing and accessing their locker rooms.
As I was about to head down to the bar area, I see Pedro, in his street clothes, emerging from the boy’s locker room. He sees me and heads over to give me a hug.
“Coming or going?” I ask.
“Going, I’m afraid. Sorry I can’t hang out today. One of my regulars really wanted me to be with him. I really wish you had told me you were coming, and I would have been able to hang out more.”
“It’s okay. You have to earn money, right? I hope to see you on the next trip.”
We exchange more small talk, but it was obvious he needed to leave. He gives me a final deep kiss, then goes through the door, and he’s gone.
I head down to the bar area to get my first drink of the day. I think I earned it because I’ve already done a lot for the day. I see that the bar area also has way more people than before. All the chairs were occupied when I got there, but I sat down immediately when one chair became open. I ask for my usual Jack and Diet and survey the field.
Looking around, I would say that there were two boys for every client on this floor. I see some clients sitting with two boys wrapped around them. I see a couple of clients who looked like they were boys, but soon were joined by an obvious boy, and I deduced they were a couple who played with boys in the sauna.

I notice one client who was speaking to this boy. The boy had his back turned to me, but I could tell he was a stunner. He had well-arranged hair, broad shoulders, and blemish-free white skin. He was clearly gym-built, but not overly so, which was just perfect for me.
They were speaking in another language. Perhaps Russian? I could be wrong, but both seemed to be talking as if it was their mother tongue.
I catch a glimpse of the boy’s face. He seemed really young, maybe early 20s. Definitely white, so my Russian guess might be correct. Ukrainian? A possibility. I have zero radar when it comes to Slavic boys—I cannot tell them apart. I’ll need to get familiar, obviously.
I was in no pressure. I had all afternoon. I kind of wanted to see what the deal was with this kid, but he was busy. Should I go upstairs to see if there were more choices to be had? Or should I wait for him to be available? Some other clients were eyeing him too. Seems like a popular boy.
**Decision #3: I wait for this boy to be available**
I was already within handshake distance. I could have tried to talk to him, but I waited, taking small sips of my drink. Some boys came up to me and tried to seduce me, but at this point I was only interested in one thing. I was patient and not in a hurry.
After what I think was 30 minutes, the client finally left. Did he go just to pee? I didn’t hesitate. I gave the boy an “hola” and a light tap on the shoulder. He turned around.
Wow—this boy is cuuuttteeeeee.
He gave a little smile and met my hand for a handshake.
“My name is Mike—and yours?”
Well, Mike the Russian, i thought, let’s see if we can make this work.
More with Mike and the rest of the boys, next.

At this point in, I already had in my mind who it was , before the unveil,  lol
 
 
Surprised.... I'm SHOCKED and still don't believe you 😆

 
 
Again... how many posters say this same thing....and then this 👇

 
 
Comfortable.... there's one I hadn't heard before 😆




Nice to see you post again, especially after I had been told you never existed and was a figment of my imagination 🤷‍♂️ 

 

As always, I love your writing @numazu. I do notice you only write about your adventures in Latin countries. Did I miss the reports on your adventures in SE Asia?

Hey guys, I’m back to writing trip reports—at least this one time. For those unfamiliar, my writing style is different, so if the majority isn’t receptive, I’d be more than happy to delete this post.
I just wanted to write this trip report about my first time visiting Thermas Sauna in Barcelona. For those who know me, even just here, it might be a surprise that I haven’t been to Thermas before this trip. I’m frankly surprised myself, as I’ve been to Barcelona six times before for “normal” gay activities, as well as to get on a cruise ship two of those times. Those other trips were (sadly?) rent-boy free and were either with my boyfriend at the time or with friends, and I just used Grindr with some success.
I finally decided to make a Thermas run because I had a weeklong work trip to a city in Europe that wasn’t exactly a hotbed of gay/rent-boy activity. I figured that going to Thermas before would help me get this horny energy out of my system. Even if it’s only for two nights, it’ll give me a chance to deal with some jet lag and rest before the work trip, at the very least.
Night 1: Am I in Brazil?
Well, my first night was off to an ominous start, with my flight delayed by 5 hours, meaning my 2 PM arrival became 7:20 PM. I’d heard the best time to visit Thermas is between 4 PM and 8 PM, when most of the boys are there. With my delay, I’d likely arrive after those prime rent-boy hours. Still, hope springs eternal, and the chance to discover something new—after probably more than 50 trips to Brazil—had me excited. I’ve always had luck in Barcelona, whether it’s on Grindr or with a boyfriend, so a sauna visit should be a positive experience too.  And since this is a Friday night, I am hoping that the weekend will bring in the numbers.
After almost a 20-minute wait in line at immigration, where I spent a total of 15 seconds with an officer (no words exchanged), I finally reached baggage claim. Another potential wait: the baggage claim in Barcelona airport show an estimated time for when bags will arrive, and mine said it would be another 30 minutes. At this point, it was 8:40 PM, so I sat down on one of the benches and opened Grindr, since there wasn’t much else to do.
Opening Grindr at an airport is always a futile endeavor. You usually get guys transiting through, so there’s no real chance of a meaningful connection. Sure, I’ve talked to guys before who were interested in meeting at their or my gate, but after 15+ hours of travel, I prefer to wait and get a shower at my hotel before heading to the sauna.
I started chatting with a couple of guys who seemed interesting and responded to a few pings. Then I received a message from a photo-less guy with promising stats. His status said “for right now,” so I figured, why not answer?

Oh no, I’ve been spotted. And just as I finished reading that, the bags started arriving on the belt. And as luck would have it, my bags were among the first to come out. Should I respond? Should I get my bags? He clearly knows where I am. I quickly grabbed my bags and checked the time: it was 9:05 PM. A quick calculation meant I’d be in my hotel room by 9:30 PM, take a quick shower, and could still be at the sauna before 10 PM. Maybe there would still be some guys there? Or should I wait for this guy who’s semi-stalking me?
What would you have done?
The uncertainty of not knowing if this guy was my type, combined with how gross I probably looked after hours of transcontinental travel from the USA to Europe, made the idea of meeting this guy less appealing. But maybe it would still be a dud and the sauna would be empty at this hour. I took my chances. I bee-lined to the “Nada que declarar” door and was through quickly. I hit up an ING Bank ATM by the arrivals gate and got 300 euros for the sauna.
Just to be polite, I replied to my Grindr stalker, letting him know I had already exited baggage claim. After that no more messages from Señor Stalker. The Uber ride to my hotel was 40 bucks, and within 5 minutes, I was on my way. As expected, Grindr pings kept coming through on the way to the hotel. This was the Barcelona I knew. It should be a good trip.
For the hotel, I chose the safe bet: Axel Two Barcelona, an advertised gay hotel. I’d stayed there once before with a boyfriend, and the hotel was a 6-minute walk to the sauna. It was a bit more expensive than closer hotels, but I figured, at least for this trip, tried and true would work. I checked in with two friendly receptionists, both gay, who were efficient and had me up to my room in under 5 minutes. I checked Grindr again and saw the same two reception guys now in my feed. Of course they were there. I wondered if I could message them on Grindr if I had a problem with my room or needed room service.

A quick but thorough shower got me out the door just before 10 PM. I pulled up Google Maps to plot my route to the sauna, then set off for the brief 6 minute walk. Early spring in Barcelona made it a very comfortable walk in just a light jacket. I must admit, I was excited, but also a little nervous. This would be the first time I was going to a boy sauna/bar outside Brazil since 2019, when I last went to Gigolo Erotic House in Bogotá.

When I reached the street where the sauna was supposed to be, I didn’t see any signage at first—probably because I was so eager to get to the location I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. I stopped when I passed an ATM, reversed course, and looked more closely at the doors and signs.

As I headed back, I see an open door to a room with some stacked towels on a table and two attractive-ish boys talking rapidly in Spanish. The more muscular one noticed me and shouted “la puerta,” pointing to his right. Thanks for the assist! He turned out to be the bartender at the sauna. Anyway, I found the main door to the sauna and saw the receptionist through the window. He gave me a quick once-over, buzzed me in, and motioned for me to open the door and let myself in.
He quickly asked for the entrance fee (24 euros?), which I paid with a quick swipe of Apple Pay. Then he asked me something else in Spanish, and luckily, I caught the tail-end of it, which I understood as “zapatillas.” He was asking if I needed slippers, and I gave my most authoritative “Sí!” He then asked me something else, which I assumed was to ask for my size, so I told him in Spanish, guessing my European shoe size which i knew was close to the Brazilian shoe size, which I knew fairly well. I understand Spanish pretty well and speak it at an intermediate level, but as with Portuguese, it always takes me half a day of hearing and speaking it to get back into it, especially after a long stay in the mono-lingual USA. Plus, I was tired. Plus I was horny.
The receptionist handed me a locker key, similar to the system in Brazil, and pointed me toward the locker room, which was directly ahead. From where I stood, I could see five people: three of them were obviously boys—2 Latino-looking, fit with abs, and one muscular white tall guy. The other two were clients, just heading into the locker room. Oh good, there were still people here at 10:20 PM on a Friday night.

 

I found my locker and saw three clients changing into their street clothes. I hoped this wasn’t a sign that people were leaving in droves. There were two towels in the locker. I took off all my clothes, put them in the locker, and wrapped a towel around my waist. I made sure I had my 300 euros so I could pay, grabbed my cellphone out of habit, and locked the locker.
I stepped out of the locker room and looked around. Where do I go? One of the boys sitting on a ledge in the center of the reception area pointed to the dark room, which, upon closer inspection, had stairs leading further down. “Abajo,” he said, pointing down. He instantly clocked me as a newbie. He rose and went down the stairs, so I followed.
The floor below was a dimly lit area, with some people milling about in towels. The boy continued further down to another lower level, and I followed him. After a short narrow corridor, the space opened up. I saw a jacuzzi, a pool, and a bar area. I counted five people sitting at the bar. This was promising. I plopped down in a vacant seat.

The boy who had guided me down wasn’t really a “boy.” He was a full-grown man—probably in his 30s, with fairly big build but not overly gymmed out body and white-adjacent, possibly Arab, looks. He rattled off the usual Spanish introductions: “Where are you from?” “When did you arrive?” and “Is this your first time here at the sauna?”
 
And then at the corner of my eye, a tall fit bearded guy appeared. I was still talking to my man-guide when I heard a familiar voice. “Numazu, what are you doing here?” in English. I recognized who it was even before I took a good look at the guy. It was indeed a familiar friendly face. It was this boy from Brazil who I first met in 2020. To be honest, he was not just any boy. He is an ex-”boyfriend”, and we “dated” for a good part of the pandemic in 2020-2021, just right after Brazil opened up after its lockdown. 
My man-guide slowly backed away, sensing a shift in my focus. The Brazilian, who I will call Pedro, got really close to me and stared at my face. He was clearly thinking, probably with a mix of surprise that he saw me here, but also on how to approach me. After a beat, he hugged me, and then again another tighter hug. He then kissed me, tentative at first, and then deeply after he knew he could. And then, out of old habit, he scooped me up and lifted me for one of those body hugs he used to give me when we were together.  
Pedro sat next to me, clearly excited that I was there. “This is why you suddenly disappeared,” I said, as there was a time two years ago that Pedro frequented Lagoa in Sao Paulo almost every day. We were pretty civil at that point after a crappy break up, and the relationship had been over for 3 years, and all the reasons why we broke up were just a distant memory, and we were just friends. And then one day I stopped seeing him at Lagoa. I didn’t even worry about it, it's just one of those things that happen in the background that you realize for half a second but never think about until you forget it eventually, only to resurface and make sense at this moment.
We got caught up on our lives. His main thing was that the Brazil sauna scene was not giving him the resources he needed to survive. He decided to try Europe with a client helping him to get there. He quickly found a good life for him, traveling all over Europe, using Barcelona as his base, and Zurich as well, and traveling with clients who met him in the saunas back to those client’s home towns. He said he has never seen this much money in his life, and he has saved a tidy sum just living this life.  Europe has been kind to him.
Just to give a description. Pedro is in his late 20s or early 30s. Tall and bearded, has a lean muscular body that has almost zero fat. He has a sweet face, and I know he kisses very passionately, though he does dole his kisses out pretty judiciously to those who can pay for it. But being Brazilian, his show stopper is his cock. Let’s just say it is long and thick, more than a mouthful, and a challenge to all but the seasoned ones among us. I got interested in him because he was a sex maniac, but I “dated” him because deep down he is a pussycat. 
My man guide was still close by, probably trying to listen to our conversation, which was a mix of Portuguese, English and Spanish. I nodded to the man-guide and he asked me if I was Brazilian. Pedro quickly interjected and proclaimed that, almost proudly, that I was his ex-boyfriend. I told man-guide I was American, but Brazil was a second home. There was another handsome boy seated close by, who was built like Pedro but with more Arab looks. Later I would find out that he was from Morocco. I would eventually see 5 more boys still in the sauna who were actively looking as well through the course of this night.  So clearly I had options, even at this hour. 
I ordered a Jack and diet. Pedro ordered a vodka red bull. I was surprised. He used to not drink but now he clearly does. “Europe has changed me, and I can show you how much if you let me.” I reminded him “You used to be different before you met me, so I changed you too.”  Which was true. I met Pedro at the Sauna Boa Vista in Recife. Back then he was just this naive kid who was dirt poor, who slept on the beach, and has never left Recife. Me, being the great corruptor that I am, introduced him to Rio de Janeiro, and then Sao Paulo, and he got a taste of city life and ways, and more money than he had ever seen in his life up to that point. And look at him now.
Next up: my time with Pedro, and two other boys. Spoiler Alert: I left the sauna at 2:30 AM.

Currently in Medellin and I really am not feeling the men here. The guys on the streets are hot, even the homeless Colombian guys, but the guys you can actually have fun time with are just so so. Club Tobi was a complete bust there were no guys there at all biggest waste of money to enter a venue in my life, the hot tub was a lukewarm tub, it was so so sad. Went to Ferchos as well the guys are just not what you want, I pretended I was super drunk so I could leave this dude who was chatting me up, there was no way in hell I was going in a private room with him. CAVEAT (This is a Thursday/Wednesday adventure so far and it could be completely different tomorrow). Grindr dudes are gross, it's like how the ugly stripper gravitates to you and you think how the fuck are they working here and what makes him/her think I'm interested, can't they see I'm purposely avoiding eye contact. I get messages from scorts all the time and I didn't even post I was looking for scorts, literally all I said is I am visiting and my Spanish is bad. If you do go with one of these dudes, meet them somewhere public first because they are quick to try and come to your spot but with fakes or real pictures that are photo shopped to make them look taller and more muscular. You do not want to try and get rid of a dude who traveled to you and now expects some type of payment for traveling even though you requested a whole other person than who showed up.
Also, those guys that are on the other side on the Cathedral on calle 57a  & Oriental are not really dangerous. They are refugees from Venezuela that are doing "odd jobs" for money. I was the first American they met and they were actually nice, just practice some caution but you should do that anyway. If you show people decency they won't usually try to hurt you in my experience. Additionally, Parque Bolivar is under construction and the Cathedral steps are largely inhabited by refugee Venezuelans and the side walks are strewn with people from there after dark, It's really is a sad situation. Now I will preface I am a big man who would hardly go down without a fight, which is why I usually get to go to the most dangerous drug infested cartel areas with no problems, and have never been mugged.The funny thing is all the people keep telling me to be safe, even the people that are supposed to be the danger.  I did have my passport stolen in TJ in El Centro but the motherfucker came in the room in a moment of passion with someone else and grabbed my pants and hauled ass out of there. If I see his ass again it's on like Donkey Kong. 
So while the sexy-time here is not the paradise that people on other posts have stated, Medellin is still really a cool place to visit with a great bar scene. The people are genuinely nice and honest people and are not racist. I will say that there is some type of institutional bias in the country as you can see Afro-Latinos aren't in many positions of power but everyday racism like in the Good Ole USA is not here and sudo-segregation is not practiced like it is in Chicago and other parts of the US . My suggestion is to stay away from Poblado it's nothing but gringos and the things that people think gringos like, such as MacDonalds, Dominoes, Subway, Hooters, ect.. If your an American you will hate the way you see your people behave here so I say go local so you don't see tourists and the trappings of tourists. The police are everywhere here, they are actually great, really professional but also laid back unlike the corrupt cops you can get in Mexico. 

Have, fun. Take lots of pictures.  
Make sure you do some stretching before you work out lol

I visiteded Gold therapy massage (https://www.goldtherapy.com.br/) and the experience was a waste of time and money.
After multiple exchanges of information on Whattsapp,  specifying what type of massage I wanted, selecting the person, time, etc., when I arrived I was told that the person I requested was not available.   I asked why wasn't I informed of that 2 hours ago when you RE-CONFIRMED my appointment?  I was told that the fellow decided not to come in at the last minute.  Then I was shown photos of guys who were readily available, and despite my better judgement, I selected another guy.  When the fellow arrived, he did not look like the guy in the photo.  What the heck, let's go ahead  
As he took off his clothes, I began to feel felt better.  At least we would be nude.  That was about as exciting as it got.  Unfortunately his massage was lackluster.  There was very little body-to-body contact, or whatever that was, and I never saw nor touched his body throughout the session.  Finally I had enough and decided to see what was or wasn't going to happen.   He said that he doesn't  get hard and no sex could be involved.  So, I ended the session, paid for his time and left. 
Also, despite the beautiful photos on the internet, the place is dingy.  When the client before me left the room, a man went in to clean the room and exited in less than 2 minutes.   The matress was on the floor and instead of a sheet, there was a thin layer of paper covering the matress.  The walls were dingy and trash was swept to the corners.  I just closed my eyes.
I STRONGLY DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS PLACE!

well, there lacks safe place like 117, 202 to meet those guys. Finding guys online is too much work
I recommend OP to visit Brazil saunas 

Some people pay extra for that 😆

I think you missed the whole point because they are talking about the the conditions for locals and then how it would affect the overall saunas advantage. Nonetheless the tourists pay quite a large amount of money to get to Brazil so if they're not getting an absolutely good value there's no point for tourists to go to Brazil to hire so simply comparing the rate in the Western countries to rate in Brazil is not very effective.
Anyway calling other members cheap or bitch is not the most constructive way of doing things in this forum because it's all voluntary. if somebody doesn't feel good about replying and engaging in this form because other members personally attack them they probably wouldn't contribute anymore.

I had a friend who was paying a guy 1000 reais everynight and hung with him for 7 nights. We stayed at the Palace in Rio and I was in the suite next door. I'm sure the guy heard that we were staying at an overpriced hotel and put the rate up. When he told me how much he was paying I felt like throwing him off the balcony.

I travel most of the year...if I had that reasoning, I'd be broke a lot faster, lol

I'm not underpricing, I'm willing to pay market value....which I know.  

 
 
My Portuguese is pretty fluent, lived here off and on in 2004 for 2 yrs..... know the owners and bartenders/servers pretty well.... my problem is I like "short time" like in Thailand and that wasn't a problem in the past. Many guys today think their time is so valuable they don't want to go to eat, drink without getting paid and hourly rate.....I don't get that, but is where we are.... AGAIN, not every guy, but too many....and like one bartender told me, they make just enough to get by, don't try to do extra and most times don't have enough to pay for their bus home.

 

https://www.instagram.com/p/C_ZMZhYv3cb
... says will re-open on 15th Nov.
So that means SP only has 1 GP sauna at the moment.

I'll be there in October, hopefully that means Lagoa will have more selection when I'm there.

Thought I'd share my experience at Lagoa here instead of starting a new thread.
I was there past 2 nights, just to check the place out. They had a karaoke session last night, and a drag show the night before with hunky strippers before and after that. The bar area was crowded on both nights I was there (Sat and Sun nights)
Personally, I'd say most (if not all) the GPs there are hot! GPs ranging from bodybuilders to muscle hunks to toned, next door type. Clients seem to be mostly middle aged/older gentlemen, with a few exceptions.
I only had a session with one of the GPs there: tall, muscular (Russian looking?) guy. Quoted 200 with gozar, which is pretty low based on what I understand from the posts here. The session was alright, he was straight, so some stuff were off limits (which I don't mind) but he gave me a rub down, kissing, some foreplay and let me play with his body. We both came, and showered together. I don't speak Portugese, and he doesn't speak English but we somehow made decent attempt at a conversation before and after the session.
All in all, the place is amazing, with lots of options, especially for those who are particularly into hunks and toned guys.
 

Could it be he's on so many ignore lists, no one actually sees his posts?  
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