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And again Myanmar staff:
(Looks like most Viet guys still back for NY in Vietnam)
 
Sport is the best massage so far in this shop:
 

 

The Site Boys – A Sao Paulo Helping
A few weeks ago, I was with a GP from Sao Paulo, Lucas, in a 3 day trip in Rio de Janeiro. He was one of those tanned, super handsome, muscular demi-gods that one gets to know in Brazil, but with an unusually quiet demeanor. We have just exited Point 202, on a weirdly slow Friday night. While we waited for our Uber back to the hotel, we were discussing on how uneven sauna nights are these days. A huge part of it of course was because of the pandemic, and how the depressed tourists numbers led to sometime depressing nights in Rio.
Lucas then commented that he found this slowness in the saunas tiring, and wish that he could put an ad on the websites, to expand his client base. I asked him why he couldn’t just do that, and just go to the sauna during busy nights to supplement his income. He said that apart from the fact that he didn’t want his family to know he was a GP (and websites tend to get passed arou d and shared), he said that the internet is forever, and once he put his face, and his penis, out there, it was all over for him, and having the GP reputation will follow him forever.  
But he did know some boys who had ads in the websites. He said that they have a more regular income than he does, and they can work 24 hours a day, instead of the more limited hours of the sauna. They usually charge a little bit more on the sites than in the sauna, as you had to pay the websites a monthly fee to get listed there, as well as paying a little bit more for a nice apartment to meet clients in. Lucas said when the saunas were closed down due to the pandemic, he knew that the site boys were still getting new customers via the sites, and he had to rely on previous clients that are now his regulars. Overall, while he acknowledged the obvious advantages of having a site of his own, he ultimately does not want his face out there.
I am sure there are a sizeable amount of boys that would otherwise treat the sauna as their main medium of selling their wares, but have found, increasingly, that putting their mugs out there on websites is much more advantageous, given how the sauna scene has progressively worsened. Some of you here have commented that the “gods” that previously haunted the old Lagoa have now migrated to the sites, and looking at Garoto Com Local, it hard to argue that this is now where you will mainly find this type of guy:

So after bidding farewell to Paulo for now, as he ventures back to Fortaleza to keep working (because it was clear he was not going to be able to work with me tagging along and messing up his focus), and to wait for me in a week (or two) to join him, I spent some more time in Sao Paulo, alone this time, but not for long. I decided to get two guys in Garoto com local today. One for the early afternoon (one advantage of non-sauna procurement), and one for the evening. So I go to the site and look for my prince charming for the moment.
While looking at pictures and admiring the effort in getting these together, as well as being pretty pleased with viewing the male anatomy, mostly what you expect, big and hard, this is a poor substitute to picking out company in a sauna. I still miss the social aspect of being in the sauna, which is not only visual, but tactile as well. Having the advantage of touching the merchandise, and talking to them to suss out compatibility, is definitely preferred to doing my due diligence, alone, in a lonely hotel room, under the covers.
So I wanted to pick the “perfect” hire. He had to be young (20-25), tall, handsome, light tan (white or pardo), muscular, hung, big cock, and versatile. His ad should have mentions of being a good kisser, and have lots of reviews of him being passionate, as well as mentions of not being a “clock watcher” and no pressure. Having videos is a plus too, as videos are generally non-photoshoppable, so you see the goods in action, as they are.  This seems like a tall order, but surprisingly, even with all these exacting requirements, I still had an embarrassingly large amount of choices left. So I had to settle on one of course. Each ad had a pretty convenient easy button that, if you are viewing the ad on your phone, can click and it directly opens up your whatsapp, where you can take the convo from there.
 
Mister Perfect
So I try one guy who I thought would tick all the boxes I wanted. The response was pretty quick, and the convo was very efficient:


He answered all the compatibility questions I could think of (kiss? Suck? Versatile?), and pretty soon I was booking him to arrive an hour from now. This is like Uber Eats level speed y’all. I was not particularly horny but what the hell right? I was looking at a pretty afternoon alone so this would break up the solitude quite nicely. In 30 minutes he asks me if I could get him an Uber from his place, and it seems that he was 15 minutes from my Paulista AirBNB, and in 20 minutes, Mr Perfect was at the lobby.
I meet him at the lobby, and even from afar, he was a looker. He was wearing gym wear, and both shirt and shorts were pretty complementary to his muscular form. He saw me and smiled widely. Darn, really handsome. Manicured beard. Very stylish hair. He meets me halfway and shakes my hand, and then pulls me in for a hug. He smelled good. He is definitely a very carefully constructed piece of perfection who knew how to look the part, and play the part. It took all the strength I had to not tear into him on the elevator ride up. At the room, he took off his shirt, and sat down at the bed. Wowza. Just the right amount of chest hair. Carefully placed tattoos.
“Parabens,” I tell him. For what, he asks. I flatter him, telling him how nice I thought he looked, and it obviously takes very hard work to look like that. He smiles. Worth it. He returns the compliment. He then asks why was I standing in the other of the room, away from him. OK fine. What followed was… a pretty satisfactory time with Mr Perfect. Very passionate. Kissed the heck out of me. He sucked and rimmed (and I dd as well). He took his time for sure. When it came to it, he was versatile. Overall it was… perfectly fine.
Not to be such a demanding bitch about this. The sex was great for sure. Everything you could ask for, and he even came. In my mouth. But the mechanical proficiency he was doling it out to me lacked the necessary connection for me to fully enjoy it. But you know. It was fine.
We talked some more after the deed, and he said yes when I offered to buy him lunch before he left. A quick walk to Shopping Cidade Paulista, and doing a por quilo meal, he shared more about his life, saying that the pandemic has been fairly good for him, and still had a steady amount of clients in the city. His phone was buzzing the whole time we were having lunch, but like any other professional individual, he was careful to not answer it when he was with me. We parted ways after the meal (after a nice hug in the middle of Paulista), and it was 300 reais well spent on a 2 and a half hour meeting.
Mister Worker
A nap. Then gym. Then a light dinner. As an introvert I relish the quiet moments, even in Brazil.  But it was time to get another Garoto com local, but no meu local.  I had my eye on a fairly popular pornstar that was listed in the site. I won’t divulge who this guy is but sufficed to say I was more intrigued about talking to him about his life, than having sex with him. Sex would be a part, of course, but sometimes, the story is better than the lay.  So I message him, and in a few moments I get responses back:

Fairly standard replies, and he even sometimes replied back in English, which was a nice touch. We decide on a 9 PM rendezvous, and as with Mr. Perfect, Mr. Worker was pretty prompt in asking me for an Uber. He lived in Bela Vista, which was fairly close to where I was, so in 6 minutes, I had to fetch him in the lobby.
He was very charming, not the typical Adonis that one gets in the sites. But it was his story that drew me to him anyway. He asked me right away if he knew me from his porn work. I told him I did, and it was kind of weird to see him in my hotel room after viewing his fairly hot videos. He then asked me about the USA, and as we did our back and forth, we got close to each other, and got progressively more naked as the conversation went on.
In between kisses, oral, rimming, and other wonderful things, I got a pretty nice story from him. He has leveraged his porn notoriety into actual work on the sites, and a few years ago, after finally snatching a US tourist visa, made his way to a fairly lucrative escort career in the US, mostly in the east coast. His main haunt was NYC, and that’s where he made most of his money. He said he only had to list himelf in one of the more popular rent boy sites in the USA, and his phone didn’t stop buzzing with request to meet after that. He had to turn people away. He said sometimes he would have 6 clients in a day, in a 36 hour span, not sleeping when it was needed. It was tiring work but it was lucrative work. He was able to send thousands upon thousands of dollars back to Brazil, and was able to do a lot of things with the money.
He quoted me 300 reais for this programa, and he laments that in those days, he would gain 300 dollars an hour, and usually 1000 dollars for an overnight. This brought a small tear in his eye as he was telling me this.  I asked if the pandemic made it hard for him to get back to the USA. He said that it wasn’t the pandemic that stopped him. His visa was cancelled last year. He tried to enter the USA for his 4th trip, but was flagged by immigration in Boston. He had entry stamps from trips before, but it didn’t matter. He was flagged.
While in detention he was asked why he wanted to get in the country. He had his canned “I’m only a tourist,” spiel that worked before. The authorities then asked for access to his phone. He obliged, and there was the proof. Thousands of messages from clients in the states, asking for his services, and him quoting prices. The authorities then concluded that it wasnt just a tourist trip, and he was going to actually work as an escort in the USA, which was a no-no.  His visa was revoked, and was put in a flight back to Brazil. He has been in Brazil ever since. He told me about his life there as well. What a story.
The sex was great as well. Maybe because now I had a connection with him? Fully versatile. Made my eyes roll at the back of my head. Made me came twice. He came twice too. Very very satisfactory. I ordered pizza in. We shared it with beers. He stayed till 6 AM. Vale a pena.
I also tried the site boys in Fortaleza and Recife. I’d say on the average, the encounters were pretty good, even if the price was 50% to 100% more than what you get from saunas. I still miss the sauna of course, like I miss eating in restaurants. Getting Uber Eats is fairly convenient, and the quality of food is the same, if a bit more expensive, but the ambience of a restaurant, and getting to choose the food through menus, while seeing the merchandise from other tables, and smelling the food as you wait, is something I prefer.
Next – Fortaleza, what a revelation.

Last review using Google Translate:
Fernando received me in his apartment with a kiss with his tongue that made me feel the delicious afternoon that I would have, I went to take a shower and soon he came in saying he wanted to wash my ass, he kept doing a massage on my ring until he let a finger slide to inside, pulling sighs out of me, after that he played a lot with two and three fingers leaving me very wide, it was very.
Fernando slapped me on the ass and said, my little guy is crazy about taking a dick, let's go to bed, he put me sitting on the edge of the bed and stopped in front of me with that big cock, I sucked and licked for a long time, my male praised me saying that I knew how to suck a cock and hit me in the face with his dick, almost cumming it made me stop put me with one leg on the floor and with one knee on the mattress and leaving it all open, first he was speaking my ring and then widened it again with the fingers making me very wide and crazy about cock.
After a lot of manipulation my male leaned against the head of the big cock and put it in, told me to roll and bite his dick with his ass, I tried to swallow his dick by throwing my ass back but my male wouldn't let me in anymore, controlling the penetration leaving me crazy about his dick until I begged him, then he really fucked me, he stuck it in and he got my foot off the ground and rolled his hips making me scream with pleasure, took the stick leaving only and head inside and again stuck the fucking all the way inside and he started to speed up to hit me like a hammer, making me come without touching me, for a long time he ate me, put me in the roast chicken position and his dick was buried and he kissed me and again put on all fours and gave me another beating until I suddenly stopped and took off the condom and told me to turn around, I stuck his cock in my mouth while he wanked himself until he discharged all his milk in my mouth, then to swallow your milk I was licking and sucking your big cock until it was very clean.
I will never forget that afternoon.
I left there walking with legs spread but satisfied as never before and happy to have discovered the owner of my ass and mouth.
Contact for Fernando:
https://garotocomlocal.com.br/acompanhante-masculino/fernando-junior/

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Nice vids. It will be nice if you post them on twitter/pornhub so everybody can follow.

The B Word: Sao Luis Edition – Something is Better than Nothing
Everyone knows that there is more to Brazil than just Sao Paulo or Rio de Janeiro.  I do not have anything against these two amazing cities - and if I don’t visit any other Brazilian cities in my life other than these two, I’d be more than content.  But all the “bests” I’ve had ever in my short 3-year Brazil touring experience has been out of RJ and SP: best sauna night (TBV in Recife), best road trip (Gramado in Rio Grande do Sul), best AirBNB experience (a party house in Florianopolis), best churrasco (a restaurant in Joinville, Santa Catarina), best Acai dish (an ambulante near the Amazonas Theatre in Manaus) etc etc.
That’s not to say that all Brazilian cities are a must to go to. I’ve always wanted to EVENTUALLY visit all the states in Brazil. So far I’ve been to 15 out of 26, which seems remarkable since I’ve only started going in 2018. So when Paulo asked me if I wanted to go with him to Sao Luis, Maranhao, because he had some family matters to attend to, I jumped on the chance to go, since I have never been to Maranhao state. And when he said there was one boy sauna he knew of that was in Sao Luis, and we could check it out, it made the trip more enticing to me.
But other than knowing that Maranhao state has the famous Lencois Maranhenses National Park, I didn’t know much about Sao Luis, and upon reading about it online, learned that it is a city of a million people that is staddled between the Northeastern cities of Brazil in the east, and the Amazonian parts of Brazil in the west. Sounds like the middle of nowhere to me, but it did have a beach, and a sauna, and with Paulo by my side, I won’t have any qualms exploring the city.
We got to Sao Luis around midnight, after a frantic dash to the airport to make our flight (never have sex before a flight – time flies when you’re having fun). Without dinner or anything, we decided on getting Uber Eats/iFood at the AirBNB. One of the few blessings in this pandemic is that food delivery in Brazil has thrived by leaps and bounds, more than pre-pandemic times, and we would never be hungry. But not in Sao Luis, it seems. We try to put in an order at around 1 AM, and Uber did not have any drivers available.  I guess the town shuts down pretty early, in this weekday night. A far cry from SP or RJ, where you can seemingly get anything at any time.
So a bit about Sao Luis – in the map, its in the middle of the Northeastern region, where Salvador and Recife are, and is defined by beaches, warm waters, and 24 hour sunlight, and the Northern region, where Manaus and the Amazon is, and is defined by tropical rainforests, mosquitoes, and hot hot temps. And indeed, it seems to inherit some parts of both regions, and it doesn’t do any of it well.  It has beaches, but uninspired ones. It has hot weather, but it seems to be Amazon hot (with mosquitoes!) rather than Northeast hot (with a relaxing wind that takes away the sting of the sun). And the infrastructure seems to be crumbling, like what I found in Manaus, than what you see in Recife, for example. I wouldn’t classify this city as a must-go.

But we were here because the BF needed to take care of some family business. We spent most of the waking daylight hours (which is usually after 1 PM for us – it takes us forever to get out of bed) in government agencies and banks, including this branch of Bradesco with a particular inviting ad with world-reknowned hottie surfer Gabriel Medina.  It does make me want to open an account here.

Some other oddities:
We had sushi at a restaurant called Taipan in a shopping mall, and there was an oddly high ratio of gay men among the clientele in the restaurant.  Paulo felt uneasy, because he was (again) easily head and shoulders the hottest guy there, and everyone was checking him out like in the sauna. For Paulo, it was one thing to get checked out in the sauna, but in public, he does want to be left alone. But we got confirmation that, on this Friday night, this restaurant was a bit of an informal hot spot for the gays. Whatever. It was weird. And it was the first time I’ve ever found these training wheels for chop sticks:

The food and beaches were kind of meh for us, but we tried out best to enjoy what was in front of us. The saving grace however, were the bars by the beach at night. Live music, including some of the best Reggae live music we’ve ever heard.


This was not an accident. Sao Luis is known as the “Brazilian Jamaica” after all, for some reason.  We didn’t know this at the time of the trip, but was surprised that this was actually a thing here in Sao Luis.  We had a blast anyway.
There was one sauna in Sao Luis, Sauna Go 63.  It follows the proud tradition of naming your sauna after the street number your establishment is in. In Rio, you have Clube 117 (Rua Candido Mendes) and Ponte 202 (Rua Siquiera Campos). Also, SP has Fragata 555 (Rua Traipu) and Salvador has Clube 11 (Rua Jose Duarte). It was across the bridge from the Beach of Sao Marcos where we were. It in the “Centro Historico” part of town, and it felt as such, as it was a bumpy ride getting there, with all the potholes and crumbling infrastucture around us.
This was a Friday night, and upon entering the premises, we were immediately questioned by a guy sitting behind a table right at the entrance way.  Turns out, he was a health advocate, and he was there to promote safe sex practices, which was I guess pretty appropriate, given the venue. After a brief chat, and some nosiness about the BF’s and my relationship, we were free to check in the sauna.  He was also giving out free condoms, as well as free at-home HIV tests:

Upon check-in, we noticed some boys, one half-naked, another naked and cupping his dick, approach the counter to get some condoms. This certainly was a welcome preview of what is to come.

As we head on over to the locker room, Paulo was recognized by a tall and big fellow. He was a boy who who recognized Paulo from one of the saunas in Fortaleza. He had dark skin, nice face, but not as in shape as I would like. I’m sure he was cute to someone. We both change in towels. Paulo asked his friend about the lay of the land here.

Paulo then requests that he go into the premises alone at first, to suss out the territory himself. “Are you going to find a client?” I asked. He said he wasn’t sure yet, judging from his conversation with his friend (cheap clients), but willing to see the lay of the land first before deciding on whether to work or not.
Knowing what to do, and acting accordingly, is important to Paulo when going to a sauna with me. Paulo says that clients are always jealous of other clients, and if he decided to work tonight, we would have to tamp down on the PDA, and maybe even not talk to each other for a bit, until he was sure he was able to get clients. If he decides not to work, he is free to touch, kiss, and be boyfriends with me. He is big on the PDA, and seems like he wants to do it with me, especially in a sauna since it was a more-or-less private space where he is free to be “gay” and not hetero like out in the world, so he has to make these choices.
As Paulo makes his way into the premises to assess the client situation, I make my own way into the sauna slowly, and made sure I was able to assess the boy situation. Yes, I was still forbidden in getting any of these boys, but I was free to look, and sometimes I can get away with inviting a boy with me for a drink. It is still worth it for me to be “single” while I am with Paulo, since the benefits (amazing sex, great conversation, hot hot hot boy, seeing Brazil through his eyes), outweighs the pitfalls (no sex with other guys, penis too large and thick). And it’s not like I am a saint when I am not with him, and I am able to roam the saunas, trawl the sites, and hit Grindr, like before.
After one or two rotations around the sauna, I am sad to say that I found a total of ONE guy that I would even think of hiring. That ONE guy was obviously super busy and was getting hired by one client after another, since he was the hottest one there.  He was handsome, dark skin, and muscular with abs, so he would be a fit in any other sauna in Brazil land.  And any boy of equal or better quality surely should take advantage of this in this sauna. There was not a shortage of clients here for sure. The rest of the boys were boy next door types. Good for hanging out and a laugh or two, but noone I cannot live without.
After a while, I see Paulo, emerging from the lockers, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He meets me halfway and plants me a big kiss. “I just got one, and I don’t want anyone anymore,” he says. He takes my hand and gets me to the bar, where he orders us two caiprinhas:

“What happened?” I asked him. “They kind of suck here in Sao Luis,” he says in a whisper, and then laughs. I asked why. “Clients were offering me 50 reais, and then 70 reais. It was horrible. You know I don’t do it for less than 100.” But you did one client? “Yeah, remember that guy handing out HIV tests? I guess he liked me enough to offer me 120 reais. But he ended up paying me 150. It was fast too. I only had my penis head in him and he came. Easiest 150 I’ve made. And now I am paying for these drinks,” pointing to the two caiprinhas. I guess he was feeling generous with his earnings, and also since tonight was 2 for 1 caipis:

Paulo has a theory that the boys here are happy with 50 reais programas, as long as they can get 4 or 5 clients, that works out to 250 reais a night. They run a volume business. Paulo suspects that the hot guy I saw worked the same way. He said he'd be surprised if that guy couldn't be had for 70. Volume is the key, since there were a lot of clients. The clients simply don't pay like they do in SP or RJ.
The sauna itself was actually pretty nice. The drinks were suuuuper cheap, and we got some snacks too that were 15 reais:
 
The premises were nice too, and there was a pool that was outdoors, but still in the courtyard of the sauna, so with the hot weather, it was a nice addition, and Paulo took advantage of it by diving in naked, which caused a commotion with some guests:


Overall, this was a chill sauna to spend a Friday night in. The space was pretty spacious:

And there was a separate dance room that one could dance with one’s partner to the day’s popular hits. As the sauna was closing, the owner approached us and asked for Paulo’s number. He said he knew some “politicos” that would be interested in getting Paulo’s services, and they pay way more than the average sauna goer. Paulo gladly gave him the number. We got stinking drunk too. And our bill was less than 100 reais. Worth it.
In closing, I guess I wouldn’t go out of my way to go back to Sao Luis, except if I was on my way to Lencois Maranhenses. But Paulo certainly has a way of livening any location we are in, so it was better than nothing.
Up next, Belo Horizonte, during COVID.

The B Word: Sao Paulo Edition – … is good for the gander
So maybe I overdid it with laying on the guilt about Paulo making me wait for 5 hours alone, while he sexed up 6 guys at Lagoa last night. So much so that he said that he was willing to allow me to have one programa tonight. I knew he didn’t take this decision lightly. He gave me many conditions: that I try to get the guy while he is in a programa so he does not see me going with the guy (jealousy?), that I was not to ask for the guy’s Whatsapp (how can he prohibit this if he is not in the room with us?), and to make sure that I won’t be too tired to cum with him after the night is over (oh yeah, this one is easy). Setting expectations is important in any successful relationship. Meeting them, however, is another matter.
Saturday night at Lagoa. We arrive a little after 6, and the place was half empty. Paulo and I settle in on a table at the bar area. Paulo hydrates with water for the night ahead. I hydrate with vodka. Across the room, a weird looking guy was looking at us, and then walked up to us and shook both our hands. After a few pleasantries the guy asked Paulo if he could join him after he was done with me. I nod to Paulo to let him know he could go now. It was that quick. The guy was with another guy in the table, and with Paulo they seemingly had a nice conversation going.  I wonder what they were talking about.
Meanwhile, as the night wore on, and people started streaming in, I grew more excited. Not because I was “allowed” to do a programa with a guy, nope. I have done that so many times already this trip. It's that I had to do it under the BF’s nose. It is always more exciting if an act is somewhat forbidden. It adds to the experience.  At least for me. So I had to make this one programa count. If I were to get someone tonight, he had to be “better” than the BF. At least in the superficial sense. More handsome. Taller. More muscular. Bigger penis. Better fuck. All the superlatives you can think of. Otherwise, why bother paying for it?
Which was a tall order in these parts, at least nowadays. It is no secret to anyone that most of the “gods” that frequented the old Lagoa do not go to the saunas anymore, and have turned to websites as their main source of income. Even as a more recent Brazil tourist (since December 2017), I have to admit that I do not see those “gods” in huge numbers anymore, like at the start of my trips in 2017 and 2018. That’s probably why a guy that looks like Paulo was in such high demand. And it is probably why I had a hard time finding a “better” Paulo substitute to worship, than the god I was going home with tonight.
That was until a familiar sight came along. He was easily 6’4 or taller. Giant muscles. You could not miss this guy, even in a sauna like Lagoa. And I certainly recognized him from a previous trip. I could not remember when or where. It was good timing too. Paulo was nowhere to be found. @floridarob knows this about me: I do not waste any time. I flag the guy down and he sits next to me. He tells me his name, “Henrique, prazer.” He shakes my hand, in a sort of formal way. Not warm, but I can overlook it considering he was a mountain of a man.
Up close, I’d say his biggest assets were his gigantic muscles. He was handsome, not in a classical way, but the kissable lips and soulful eyes were two big things for me. While we did our small talk, I admired his muscles. Man, his overall look harkened back to the days of the sauna Adonises. His muscles were huge, and I asked permission for a helping of his biceps. He flexed, and showed me just how big they were, and invited me for a squeeze. That was it. There was no escaping it. Once you touch the sinews of those muscles, couples with how smooth his brown skin was, no one would be able to say no.
So I asked. 150, he said. Pretty standard price. I was expecting more for this quality. I survey the room. Paulo was still out. We head over to the suites level to get a room. Towels. Condoms and lube. Keys. And we were off. He grabs the keys from me to open the door to our suite. He has probably done this a thousand times. He knew the drill, almost too well. First he turned on the TV to show straight porn. Then he turns on the air for ventilation. Then he puts his keys and phone on the shelf on the corner. Then he takes off his towel and folds it neatly at the top of the bed. Then he reclines on the bed, stroking his cock, waiting for me to make my next move.
Alright, this was kind of too business like for me. I take off all my clothes right away, which is not what I do usually, as I usually let the flow of the programa lead me to this inevitable naked place, but since there was no flow at all, I figured that I should just get this over with. I lay beside him, feeling the warmth of his body on mine. He makes some overtures, touching my body, massaging my back. I try to kiss him, and he kisses back with a semi-closed mouth. Oh ok, he was one of those. I tried to press the issue, he didn’t seem to like kissing me much.
The saving grace at this point tho, was his body, which was a work of art, like a Greek marble statue, except for the cock, which was all too Brazilian: uncut, long, and fucking thick. I took my time admiring, and touching, the merchandise. He flexed, he grabbed his cock for maximum effect. I take it by the hand, and then of course by mouth. After a while of this, he reaches for the condoms and lube to get ready.
“Oh no,” I say. “No way all this is gonna fit in me. You are too huge.” He insisted, and broke open the packets to put the condom on and apply lube. He hands me the lube packet, so I could ready myself. “No! I can’t! It’s too big!” He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. I’m an expert. I know how to ease it in.” He has me lay on my side, and he slides behind me. He takes the lube packet and applies the lube himself. “Mmmmm,” he moans. He puts a finger in, and then two, as he jacks himself off. He seemed to take his time warming me up.
And then he puts it in. Very slowly, with some nibbles on my neck and cheek. And then, just like magic, he was all in. How did he do that? It didn’t even hurt. He slowly thrusts. It felt really good. I raise one leg for easier access. I feel him get it all in, with his body close to me. The thrusts suddenly become faster and deeper. And all of sudden, it was like a switch just flipped. His free hand groped my dick and he was able to get it back to life. As he thrusted, he then turns my face to him and he kisses me, deeply, all the while drilling me. As if the passion that was missing in the beginning suddenly joined us this very moment.
Since there was a height discrepancy, he was able to get me to some positions that I have never tried before. He clearly knew how to do it. And he seemed to enjoy it as well, as we eager to throw me around. And the reason why he needed the AC on: he sweated during fucking. We were both drenched in sweat before long. Finally, he pulled out. He asked me if he wanted me to cum. I said sure. 200? Of course. So he pulls out, takes out the condom, and jacks off. We cum in succession.
Afterwards we talk. He tells me he is a Carioca (of course, why wouldn’t he be), and usually goes to Club 117 in Rio, but was in SP because the sauna was still too slow in Rio. I told him that that was where I saw him before. I remember him on a few trips to 117. I told him whenever I saw him, I wanted to talk to him, but I always got intimidated. He admitted the same thing. He’s also seen me a few times, but he was not sure if I spoke Portuguese, and his English was not so good, so he didn't dare approach me for an introduction.
He actually turned out to be a good and humble guy, belying his fairly bombastic and intimidating exterior. He didn’t seem to be a clock watcher. I wasn’t watching the clock either, but I knew I had to end the programa, because there was Paulo to contend with. As we prepared to go back out, I told Henrique that I didn’t have an idea that he would be this passionate. And such a good fuck. He shot back with the same thing: that he didn’t have a clue he would actually enjoy himself with me. He said he can pretend only to a point. Work was easier for him if he actually liked the sex.
Maybe it was a line that he always said to clients so he could get more money. Whatever, it worked for me. I gave him an extra 50.
I get back to the main seating area. I was surprised to see Paulo, fully dressed, sitting at one of the tables, checking his phone. I sit next to him. He looks at me, not saying anything. “Whats up?” I ask.  He was silent. “What’s wrong.” I see he was trying to find the words to say. Finally he says: “You were gone a long time with that guy.” I was surprised. "What guy?" I ask.  "You know, tall and big."  “You saw me with the guy?” He said yes, he saw us go into our suite. He said he was just leaving a suite with his first client when he saw us. “Is that a problem?” I asked him.
He explained that it was fine, and we talked about this after all. What bothered him was that I took a long time. Why would a programa take that long? He asked me.  So long that Paulo was able to snare a second client, and finish that programa, and I was still in the suite with Henrique. He decided to not work anymore and just wait for me so we can spend the rest of the night together. But he said I took long in there, and he was waiting a while.
I apologized. I guess it was his turn to wait tonight. I certainly did not mean to make him wait. After a while, Paulo seemed to calm down. He told me about his night. Two clients. The second one was 200 reais. The first one was more interesting tho. That weird guy that called on him was some sort of “pimp” and he procured boys for rich clients and he gets a cut of the proceeds. Which meant that these clients were more upscale than usual. Politicians. Businessmen. He asked for Paulo’s contacta and asked if he would forward some sexy pics to him to forward to his client base, and get him some clients. Paulo said he would forward some pics to the guy when we got home tonight.
And the pimp was with one of his “client base”. And the client paid more than most. Paulo he said he got 250 from the guy, and an extra 50 from the pimp. Not bad, I told Paulo. 1450 reais total for two days of work. Paulo told me that that is what he usually earns in a week in Fortaleza or Recife. He was very happy with his two-day haul.
We enjoyed the rest of the night. Making out and telling each other stories and making fun of the others in the sauna (bitchy bitchy). And we had another night in SP as well, but instead of working, Paulo said that he would take a break from working, as he had all the money he needed this trip, and just to spend the night with me, not with clients. We still went to Lagoa taht last night, which enabled us to have an indoor space to make out with abandon, and drink with abandon. He got some proposals that night from clients, but he said no. He also had previous SP clients text him, offering him a second chance to earn money. He said no as well. He was giving up a lot of money. But he was content.
Overall, I’d say that Sao Paulo has proven to be pretty lucrative for Paulo. It might be because he is the new kid in town, but his first time in Lagoa produced a good haul. He said he has never earned this much money in such a short time. And he was glad to know that he could strike it out here if he wanted. He understands that his looks and body won’t look that way forever, and while he hates doing this as a profession, due to his limited prospects, he is willing to take advantage of this tiny window of opportunity that he can earn as much money as he can. He know how lucky he was, versus his less attractive countrymen who have as limited prospects as he does, especially during this pandemic.
But he also admits loving working in NE Brazil, and prefers to live there instead of the faster, and way more expensive Sao Paulo or Rio. “I can get away with cheaper rent, transportation, and living expenses in Fortaleza or Recife. But here in Sao Paulo, I have to contend with high rent and the traffic.” He admits the stress one feels when one is a GP. All the constant and tense adjustments he has to make, to suit a variety of moods and demands of each client, will take a toll on anyone at some point. Having a calming beach to go to, coupled with the northeastern ease of living and more casual (i.e. lawless) atmosphere, is very important for Paulo’s well being.
Next… Garoto. Com. Local.

It is nice to be one of the only foreigners to be using the massage places. They love to get a LINE and a booking from me and their guys are cute.  Here are two of my new finds:
https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/13144-loving-the-boys-at-ogasms-spa/
https://www.gayguides.com/forums/topic/13325-kk-massage-bangkok/
 

Omg fellas it seems like an eternity since I've share my SHAMELESS SEX-CAPADES with you guys. I hope and pray you guys are safe and well..
The hubby and I haven't been anywhere since Mid-March and my fuck box was been EXTREMELY FRUSTRATED AND ANNOYED. 
I've been staying in contact with many of the guys I've met to rio and Santo domingo. Occasionally sending money to the guys because I know the situation in their country is really messed up for them right now. 
In March, I was assigned to work from home and let me tell you, I FUCKING LOVE IT. I still missed traveling to get some of the best dick on the planet and Occasionally complained to my husband because I'm in contant need of a good deep pounding from time to time.
He told me to find someone on line, but I couldn't see myself paying $250 -$300 an hour for a fuck that MIGHT OR MIGHT NOT BE WORTH THE TIME OR MY HARD EARNED MONEY.
Manny, was texting me throughout pandemic asking when we were returning. I told manny we wouldn't return until 2021 because we were just so afraid of airports, planes and covid. 
Actually  the only reason I took the trip is because I noticed a lot of my friends were still traveling via plane and taking vacations. 
Another reason was because I joined these 2 STRAIGHT MEN'S FB PAGES. Blackmantravel and Blackmentravel. The guys on those pages travel to the DR,  RIO, COLUMBIA and fuck like rabbits.
I mean you should see some of the post them have on the pages. Its very sexual, turned me on and made me change my mind about getting back to traveling for some unadulterated good sex.
Manny was the other reason I gave in to getting back to traveling. 
I'm working at home and the whatsapp indicator sounds. Its manny and I see a pic is attached. I open the pic and the most beautiful guy I've ever seen is naked with a HUGE HARD DICK in the photo.
The verbiage in the message reads, LOOK WHAT I GOT WAITING FOR YOU!!! At first I thought he was joking and asked ARE YOU SERIOUS?
He replied YES and I immediately send the pic to my husband.  My husband replies and wants to know who the guy was. I told him a new guy from manny.  
A few minutes later manny starts sending pic after pic after pic of guys. I asked who the guys were and he replies, THESE ARE ALL THE NEW GUYS I HAVE FOR YOU. 
I was like FUCKKKKKKK THIS WERE GOING TO SANTO DOMINGO IN 2 WEEKS. 
Because it was just a weekend trip, we both packed the morning of and headed to FLL. We knew all about the curfew and downloaded tons of movies to watch so we wouldn't be bored. 
When we landed, I gave manny the address and told him to drop the guy from the first pic to the apartment. After seeing his pic, I nicknamed him ANACONDA. 
This guy is AMAZING. SO fucking handsome, tall, very well built and extremely hung. I didn't know how tall he was until we stood side by side and it turned me on even more. What a Greek God this guy is.
Manny told him i loved having my nipppes sucked and like to be pounded and he didn't disappoint. This guy walked into the apartment like an angel, but fucked me like the BIGGEST SINNER ON the planet. It was amazing as you can see from the videos. 
We fucked on the table, the terrace, In the window, the bed, shower and I enjoyed every long thick inch and every nasty pounding second of his dick In me. 
I didn't even have time to spend with a few of my other favorites because of all the new dick manny introduced me to. These guys are eager to please. 
Tonight is Saturday and our last night here. He texted a few hours ago and asked could he come back in the morning before we leave.
With all the dick and pounding I've had over the last 48 hours, I wasn't going to fuck anymore, but decided to see him 1st thing tomorrow morning because he's just so sexy and makes my body and  hole feel so good.
If you come to the DR now there is a curfew. El conde is not what it was before covid. You Dont have guys cruising in front of pacos or walking up and down the strip selling sex. 
A lot of the shops are shut down, jacked and grindr are dead and cherry picking sexy guys in the various squares in town is non existent. 
If you come and need guys (I know I've said it before and to this day, I've never been disappointed) reach out to manny. I asked manny how he meets these sexy ass young men and he tells me he travels and talks to a lot of ppl. A lot of  the guys go to bed hungry, can't afford rent and can't find jobs so they use their bodies and huge tools to scrape by.
If you decide to come to SD make sure you bring puzzles, movies or work to do because the curfew on the weekends begins at 7 p.m.  and you will need something to do to bide your time til the next morning.
We will surely be back soon. Just like in America, you have to wear masks and the restaurants give you hand sanitizer when you walk in and in every establishment you have to social distance. They also take your temperature when you arrive in the airport. 
All in all it has been a great weekend trip. We wore our masks around town and when having sex with the guys.  The price we paid for each guy was $2000-$2500RD. HE WAS hot at hell here this weekend. The weather and the smoking hot guys.
Hope you enjoy the videos.  Stay safe, guys!!!





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The B Word: Rio de Janeiro Edition – Life in the Fast Lane
When one gets close to a person who sells his body for a living, especially one that when you get to know them more, you find wonderful and charming, you wonder why they have chosen to be in this godforsaken profession in the first place. On the flipside, the longer you spend time with them, the more you notice the seams in their once-polished veneer. A Garoto de Programa’s life isn’t all it is cracked up to be, I have come to realize. He is largely polite, and keeps all the associated angst on the downlow, but he’d slip up once in a while, telling me how tedious certain customers are sometimes, even pointing them out in the sauna and telling me the perversions he is asked to perform. The majority of the clients hire him for his look (masculine, muscles, big cock), and largely expects him to be the alpha male that he is, but some ask for more, and it ranges from the dirty (pee and shit play) to the down right bizaare (beating a client up).
So I ask him why he is in this profession. I’d imagine it’ll fuck anyone up in the head, if one gets to do this for too long. He says that he is still relatively young at 25, and wants to take advantage of his youth, looks, and energy, to get paid way more than the Brazilian salario minimo. He says he’ll give this another year or two, to save up enough money to do something else. He says that not all are blessed with his gifts, so he is going to strike now while the iron is still hot.
Taking him to Rio was an interesting proposition for him. He was content with making the rounds in the saunas of Northeastern Brazil, not staying too long in one city and making sure he does not overstay his welcome and become “one of those sad GPs who blended in with the décor” as he put it. It was a good strategy, and the costs to live in the NE are significantly less than the mighty Sao Paulo and Rio. But my offer was definitely tempting for him. He was a big fish in the NE pond. How will he fare in the way more competitive scenes in Rio and SP?
Upon arriving in Rio, I came to discover exciting this trip was for him. I didn’t really realize that I was taking a newcomer to this city, and when I saw the wonder in this eyes, it made me excited to show a newbie a city that I have come to love. Granted, this is in the age of COVID, so it is a muted version of the city, but still, it was a big deal for him to get to this point, as attested by the hundreds of photos he began taking of himself, the city, and me, to remember the occasion.
So I showed him the greatest hits of Rio, mainly: Christ the Redeemer, of course. The attraction reopened last August, and there is reduced occupancy in the train going up the Corcovado, and some degree of mask wearing while up there. We took the time to do those cliché photos that everyone takes with the arms outstretched. Paulo had an enjoyable time taking the perfect photo to remember the occasion. We also went to Copacabana and Ipanema beaches, and of course I made sure I took as many photos of him in his tiny speedo. It looked like he already belonged here for sure. And a trip here wouldn’t be complete for me without going to the Xodozin quiosque, where we ordered a surprisingly good pork ribs:

But of course, the main attraction of this trip was going to the saunas, and after taking a night off on our first night here just hitting some of the bars in Copa, we decided to devote the next three nights to check out the saunas. We had three to choose from now, and Paulo will have a good idea of where he stacked up versus the other boys in the saunas. I really wanted him to earn the money he needs, as it was now clear to me that he was not seeking any money from me, per se. He fell into the “boys who need only a vacation” category of long timers for me. He was content on spending time in nicer confines with me, and being fed regularly, and seeing the sites. And as I can attest, he seemed more than content in the sexual department with me as well. I can see why his temperament, and his body, is uniquely prepared to be a GP: he was always hard, ready, and passionate, even when I didn’t need him to be. At the times that I didn’t need him to be, but he was, he didn’t have a hard time getting me there with him. Le sigh.
Our first sauna night stop was the uneven Point 202. The young guy in reception is used to seeing me, of course, but Paulo was a new face. Paulo explained to him that he wanted to work here. The reception guy asked him for his documentos, and then took his face photo with the webcam, and then called on Junior, the owner of Point 202, for an “interview”. I guess one had to rule out any crazies working in the premises. It was a surprisingly entertaining interview. After the requisite questions about past experiences in saunas and what not, the conversation turned into Junior and Paulo launching into comparisons between how it is done in the Northeast, and how it is here, in the bigger RJ (and SP). Junior was busy checking out Paulo through the process (though I am sure at this point, after years and years in this industry, Junior is unfazed by such beauty darkening his doorstep), but still, I think Paulo’s obvious advantages in the beauty department are outmatched by his even more superior charm and charisma, and this was something that Junior, or anyone, would be drawn to more.
Junior was very respectful too, as he obviously knew that we were a couple, and he did not want to piss off the very loyal customer in me.  I think this was the most I have ever talked to him, in all the years I have been to this place.
Paulo was prepared too (or I gave him pointers). He was wearing his best underwear, he was significantly jacked after two workout sessions today (one at the AirBNB gym, another at the outdoor monkey bars in Copacapabana), and he has cut his hair and beard himself (with an ancient electric razor he brought with him). He also told me to not kiss him in public until he was satisfied with the haul he got tonight, as clients tend to get jealous. He was in the right headspace.  I was less prepared, as GPs of programas past came swarming towards me, giving me non-COVID preventive hugs and pecks on the cheek, which made Paulo a bit embarrassed. “God damn. You sure get around,” Paulo whispers in my ear. I detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. I assured him that this was all in the past, as I will not do any programas ever again, and I am here to support his work.
Which was true, I wanted him to be successful with catching clients. But I really was not prepared, AT ALL, at what transpired next. Of course he would be popular. He was fresh meat. No sooner as I sat down with my drink, he would be swept away by the oncoming client tide. He got his first programa soon after, and 20 minutes later he was back, his body wrapped up in a towel, glistening from the previous shower, as he stretched out a hand towards me. I meet it with my own hand. He squeezes my hand, and hands me money. I count it. 200 reais. Not bad for a first programa. I put it in my wallet.
As the night wore on, he would go to me two more times, handing me more money.  I must admit I was getting jealous of the attention he was getting. But I tried to put my mind on other things. Tried. There were 3 strippers that night, and each and everyone of them came to me to do their “I need help putting my underwear back on while my erect penis accidentally brushes your face” number. Maybe they knew I needed the distraction. On any other night I would be thrilled with such delights, but again my mind was on THAT guy.

It was 9:30 PM. Paulo reemerges, giving me money for the last time tonight. He said he was tired, and was done, no matter who else wanted him tonight. I was relieved. He kisses me in front of everyone. That’s more like it. He goes to the lockers to put on clothes, I am assuming to match me, as I was still in street clothes. He goes back to my side and he asks how much he got tonight. “850 reais” I tell him. His tired face breaks out into a smile. He tells me to guard his money for him. I tell him it’s all his. He orders drinks, he leans on my shoulder.
As we enjoy the rest of the night, he tells me about his programas, and discreetly points out some of the clients he has worked with, among the crowd who was still there, drinking the night away. He tells me he has not kissed any of them, and has not cum, even if he was offered more money, because he wanted to respect me. I tell him he didn’t have to do that. He said he wanted to do it. He would tell me more about his programas in the following days, and to me this was all fascinating stuff.
As usual, we would be the last people in the sauna to leave. As we leave, Junior walks up to us, asking him “Gostou?” did he like his experience here. Paulo assured him he did. Junior asked if he would come back tomorrow, and Paulo was candid, saying that he wanted to check out the other saunas in Rio to get a better sense of how everything stood. Junior of course gave him a rundown of all the other saunas, while saying that his sauna was head and shoulders above those other two.  Which was understandable.
As we decompress back at the apartment, and waiting for our sushi Uber Eats order, Paulo tells me that while he easily got double tonight what he usually gets in the Northeast, and could get way more if he wanted to, he says that the clients were a bit more demanding than what he was used to. He then says that Rio, though charming and amazing, was not a city he would want to live in. No doubt that the cost of living here was way more than what he is used to. He also commented that there was more drug use with the boys here than in the NE, and some boys were just working to score money for more drugs. I tell him that’s the reason why a lot of people go here. Its not just the boys.
And he was a man of his word. He was all fucked out of course, because that's all the clients wanted out of him, is to be impaled by him, but he came for me, and immediately after, fell asleep, with his cum, and mine, still dripping from his torso. Poor guy. Must be tuckered out.
We would check out Clube 117 the next night, but it was a mistake. For one, we got there a bit later (7:30 PM) and the place was a ghost town.
 
There was only a total of 4 clients in the premises, and possibly 7 boys. Paulo didn’t even bother changing into a towel. It was clearly a bust night. I offered to get us back to 202 to see if we can get clients for him. He said no, and just wanted a drink with me in 117. So we did. There was a show though, mercifully. The drag queen was quite good and had a good banter with Paulo. And I must say, it was the first time I’ve seen him live and in person, but the Gogo boy blonde (dyed?) and blue-eyed Lohran Paixao is always nice to look at on Instagram, but simply much more stunning in person.  Nice cock too. Though Paulo did not appreciate that Lohran asked me if I wanted the “put the underwear on me…” number with him. Still very territorial.

The final night was us going back to 202, since I told him Lions was not exactly going to be his cup of tea, since the customers will want him to sit with them for drinks, and Paulo just wanted to do programas, and then sit with me, afterwards. And Paulo was not prepared this time. As we get to 202, he said that he has had his Rio fill, and with his haul of 850 reais last time, did not want to work tonight. He was probably looking ahead to Sao Paulo, and Espaco Lagoa, because we leave for SP tomorrow. So we just enjoy our time in 202. Getting stinking drunk, getting the 411 on the scene from other boys, as well as a good hour-long conversation with Junior, and his son, who turns out to be the receptionist guy as well, after the sauna was closed. Very interesting insights for sure. Worth another post but I won’t bother this time.
Rio was good to us, and Rio clients were good to Paulo. But Paulo said that he doesn’t see himself working, or living here. He was a country boy, and while his conversations with Junior and the other boys have given him insight on how it is to make a living here, he had the impression that most of the people who work and live here are here to also spend a lot of money here. Because it is Rio, and Rio takes more than it gives (I should know). Paulo said that he was done with partying, and womanizing, and doing drugs. He said was ready for an exit strategy from this life, and he is just about ready to leave it. Rio’s charms will just get in the way.
Was I the exit strategy? I hope not.
So next, Sao Paulo, with Paulo.