Novarunner

I spend most of my time in Rio these days with a certain 29 year old.  He is gorgeous and, yes, if you add 7 and divide by 2 he is “age appropriate” (just barely) for me but the point of this story is that although I don’t look like Baron von Harkonnen or anything like that, I am definitely not in his league and there is zero chance of Rhyheim approaching me on Ipanema Beach and asking me to work for him but, again, I digress….
The point of this story is that we sometimes play on Grindr together and it has become a bit of a joke between us that it rarely works out.  He pursues tall, usually white, moderately fit guys that usually have some facial hair and are older than him.  I usually peruse non-white guys with a lean muscular build that are younger than me.  And, yes, on multiple occasions, I have found someone that I am into on Grindr and that is into me but then goes cold when I send a picture of my friend and suggest that we all get together.
When I am no longer working as a _______ for _________, I want to study human attraction.  I have a theory that most people are wired to want to fuck someone that looks different than themselves, probably for evolutionary purposes.  I will ponder this further after I arrive in Rio next week.

This is somewhat off topic but I’m killing time in an airport so I would just like to point out that there is a spectrum here.  On my first trip to Brazil I met a very attractive guy on Grindr that was in his early 20’s.  I would have been in my late 30’s at the time.  I told Cute-Grindr-garoto that he was gorgeous.  Cute-Grindr-garoto told me he wanted to practice speaking English with me which we agreed to do in my hotel room.  Not being an idiot and having read this forum before my trip, I fully expected that cute-Grindr-garoto wanted more than he said (which I would have been fine with) but, no, he really wanted to practice speaking English which we did before and after I fucked him on multiple occasions.  I think he found me somewhere between “not repulsive” and “somewhat attractive” but there was no way I was in his league.  He really was looking to practice speaking English.  There have also been many temporary Grindr friends that were equally (if not more) interested in taking pictures of themselves from the rooftop of my hotel to post on Instagram than they were in me.  Anyway, the point of this post is people fuck for all kinds of different reasons not just for reais or pesos or because they truly love the other person.

I am in Rio this week.  A few days ago, I met a tall lean muscular black garoto at Arpoador shortly after the sunset.  We played with each other’s cocks in the bushes some and then exchanged WhatsApp.  Today, he visited my Airbnb and we did all of the things you cannot do in the bushes at Arpoador or at least not pleasantly anyway.  The various activities we engaged in at my Airbnb resulted in the thorough mixing of our DNA.
After we were done, he asked if he could shower and I was thirsty so I went to the refrigerator and had some orange juice.  When he got out of the shower, I offered him some orange juice before I hopped in the shower myself but the man — that literally still most likely had some amount of my cum inside him — and had had zero issues with beijo earlier said that he would have water because I had been drinking out of the OJ bottle.
Yes, we were conversing in English and, no, his English wasn’t perfect so I suspect he didn’t mean to be so blunt but I did think the whole thing was a bit odd.  My 🇺🇸 brain says that if you are going to kiss another human being passionately and then let them cum inside you, it’s okay to drink from the same bottle too.  Perhaps 🇧🇷 brains work differently though and I thought I would share this experience.

Let’s say you were less interested in length/girth and more interested in a body that looked something like the attached.  Also, I enjoy bottoming but like to top as well.  Does the DR have anything for me?  I’ve never been.  If it matters, I don’t speak Spanish.

Perhaps, I’ve heard from him since so it seems he was able to get over my brutish behavior which is good because I wouldn’t mind seeing him again.

I am in Rio this week.  A few days ago, I met a tall lean muscular black garoto at Arpoador shortly after the sunset.  We played with each other’s cocks in the bushes some and then exchanged WhatsApp.  Today, he visited my Airbnb and we did all of the things you cannot do in the bushes at Arpoador or at least not pleasantly anyway.  The various activities we engaged in at my Airbnb resulted in the thorough mixing of our DNA.
After we were done, he asked if he could shower and I was thirsty so I went to the refrigerator and had some orange juice.  When he got out of the shower, I offered him some orange juice before I hopped in the shower myself but the man — that literally still most likely had some amount of my cum inside him — and had had zero issues with beijo earlier said that he would have water because I had been drinking out of the OJ bottle.
Yes, we were conversing in English and, no, his English wasn’t perfect so I suspect he didn’t mean to be so blunt but I did think the whole thing was a bit odd.  My 🇺🇸 brain says that if you are going to kiss another human being passionately and then let them cum inside you, it’s okay to drink from the same bottle too.  Perhaps 🇧🇷 brains work differently though and I thought I would share this experience.

I am in Rio this week.  A few days ago, I met a tall lean muscular black garoto at Arpoador shortly after the sunset.  We played with each other’s cocks in the bushes some and then exchanged WhatsApp.  Today, he visited my Airbnb and we did all of the things you cannot do in the bushes at Arpoador or at least not pleasantly anyway.  The various activities we engaged in at my Airbnb resulted in the thorough mixing of our DNA.
After we were done, he asked if he could shower and I was thirsty so I went to the refrigerator and had some orange juice.  When he got out of the shower, I offered him some orange juice before I hopped in the shower myself but the man — that literally still most likely had some amount of my cum inside him — and had had zero issues with beijo earlier said that he would have water because I had been drinking out of the OJ bottle.
Yes, we were conversing in English and, no, his English wasn’t perfect so I suspect he didn’t mean to be so blunt but I did think the whole thing was a bit odd.  My 🇺🇸 brain says that if you are going to kiss another human being passionately and then let them cum inside you, it’s okay to drink from the same bottle too.  Perhaps 🇧🇷 brains work differently though and I thought I would share this experience.

I spend most of my time in Rio these days with a certain 29 year old.  He is gorgeous and, yes, if you add 7 and divide by 2 he is “age appropriate” (just barely) for me but the point of this story is that although I don’t look like Baron von Harkonnen or anything like that, I am definitely not in his league and there is zero chance of Rhyheim approaching me on Ipanema Beach and asking me to work for him but, again, I digress….
The point of this story is that we sometimes play on Grindr together and it has become a bit of a joke between us that it rarely works out.  He pursues tall, usually white, moderately fit guys that usually have some facial hair and are older than him.  I usually peruse non-white guys with a lean muscular build that are younger than me.  And, yes, on multiple occasions, I have found someone that I am into on Grindr and that is into me but then goes cold when I send a picture of my friend and suggest that we all get together.
When I am no longer working as a _______ for _________, I want to study human attraction.  I have a theory that most people are wired to want to fuck someone that looks different than themselves, probably for evolutionary purposes.  I will ponder this further after I arrive in Rio next week.

I spend most of my time in Rio these days with a certain 29 year old.  He is gorgeous and, yes, if you add 7 and divide by 2 he is “age appropriate” (just barely) for me but the point of this story is that although I don’t look like Baron von Harkonnen or anything like that, I am definitely not in his league and there is zero chance of Rhyheim approaching me on Ipanema Beach and asking me to work for him but, again, I digress….
The point of this story is that we sometimes play on Grindr together and it has become a bit of a joke between us that it rarely works out.  He pursues tall, usually white, moderately fit guys that usually have some facial hair and are older than him.  I usually peruse non-white guys with a lean muscular build that are younger than me.  And, yes, on multiple occasions, I have found someone that I am into on Grindr and that is into me but then goes cold when I send a picture of my friend and suggest that we all get together.
When I am no longer working as a _______ for _________, I want to study human attraction.  I have a theory that most people are wired to want to fuck someone that looks different than themselves, probably for evolutionary purposes.  I will ponder this further after I arrive in Rio next week.

This is somewhat off topic but I’m killing time in an airport so I would just like to point out that there is a spectrum here.  On my first trip to Brazil I met a very attractive guy on Grindr that was in his early 20’s.  I would have been in my late 30’s at the time.  I told Cute-Grindr-garoto that he was gorgeous.  Cute-Grindr-garoto told me he wanted to practice speaking English with me which we agreed to do in my hotel room.  Not being an idiot and having read this forum before my trip, I fully expected that cute-Grindr-garoto wanted more than he said (which I would have been fine with) but, no, he really wanted to practice speaking English which we did before and after I fucked him on multiple occasions.  I think he found me somewhere between “not repulsive” and “somewhat attractive” but there was no way I was in his league.  He really was looking to practice speaking English.  There have also been many temporary Grindr friends that were equally (if not more) interested in taking pictures of themselves from the rooftop of my hotel to post on Instagram than they were in me.  Anyway, the point of this post is people fuck for all kinds of different reasons not just for reais or pesos or because they truly love the other person.

Yes, it was but it doesn't mean that the fun you had wasn't real. Think of it as going to a magic show; you know the magician is performing tricks but you had fun watching, guessing, wondering and participating...and before you know it, abra cadabra your money is gone too. 🤣 
However, when you start to believe what the magician is doing is real, that's when the illusion becomes a delusion. 😉

This is somewhat off topic but I’m killing time in an airport so I would just like to point out that there is a spectrum here.  On my first trip to Brazil I met a very attractive guy on Grindr that was in his early 20’s.  I would have been in my late 30’s at the time.  I told Cute-Grindr-garoto that he was gorgeous.  Cute-Grindr-garoto told me he wanted to practice speaking English with me which we agreed to do in my hotel room.  Not being an idiot and having read this forum before my trip, I fully expected that cute-Grindr-garoto wanted more than he said (which I would have been fine with) but, no, he really wanted to practice speaking English which we did before and after I fucked him on multiple occasions.  I think he found me somewhere between “not repulsive” and “somewhat attractive” but there was no way I was in his league.  He really was looking to practice speaking English.  There have also been many temporary Grindr friends that were equally (if not more) interested in taking pictures of themselves from the rooftop of my hotel to post on Instagram than they were in me.  Anyway, the point of this post is people fuck for all kinds of different reasons not just for reais or pesos or because they truly love the other person.

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.

True but frequently we do it and play on Grindr to see if someone might be interested in joining us.  Is that less romantic?
August can’t come soon enough.  I need to get back to that life.

True but frequently we do it and play on Grindr to see if someone might be interested in joining us.  Is that less romantic?
August can’t come soon enough.  I need to get back to that life.

You are such a slutnic (mix of slut and romantic).

And what exactly is wrong with smoking and staring at the ocean?  I find that it is best if you do it at sunset with a partner and a caipirinha.

Yes, I’ve had whelming experiences in Bangkok’s gay saunas.  Saunas in Europe or the USA or Saigon are better in my opinion but  Thailand does have gorgeous beaches and I was hoping one of them might function as an outdoor gay sauna similar to Abrico Beach in Rio de Janeiro but, as I suspected, that doesn’t sound like it’s the case.

And what exactly is wrong with smoking and staring at the ocean?  I find that it is best if you do it at sunset with a partner and a caipirinha.

I finally hooked up with someone else from Grindr last night. He’d messaged me before and appeared to be a time waster, so I just deleted his messages. I should have blocked him.
He messaged me yesterday and after wasting more of my time, finally came over.
The many face and body pics he sent me were old. He’d gained weight, which wasn’t a huge problem for me, but I hate dishonesty.
And then when I was sucking him, he grabbed his phone and started filming and taking photos without asking if it was okay.
When we finished, he said I needed to be careful because there were guys who target foreigners. After the weird message from the guy earlier, it made me uncomfortable and I said, “ok well then you should leave”.
It was not the best experience so I was surprised when he messaged me afterwards and asked if I enjoyed it and said he wanted to be friends. After the old photos and filming me without my consent, I didn’t think it was worth explaining to him why I didn’t enjoy it. I just blocked him. I hope he enjoys the photos.
I met one really great guy so far and that’s enough for me. I have one more week and I will be blocking liberally.

Grindr is as safe in Brazil as it is anywhere; plus, Brazilians are friendly and usually like foreigners so it works very very well.  It sounds like you found what you were looking for though so I’d understand if you stick with the good thing you have in Colombia.  The occasional slutty trip to Abrico Beach or whatever can be fun but I’m not really a fan of constant random dick either.  Chiseled abs are nice but having something to talk about after the fluids have been exchanged is better.  Actually getting to know the person you are fucking leads to authentic experiences that cannot be bought like sitting on the beach together and watching the sun rise.

Grindr is as safe in Brazil as it is anywhere; plus, Brazilians are friendly and usually like foreigners so it works very very well.  It sounds like you found what you were looking for though so I’d understand if you stick with the good thing you have in Colombia.  The occasional slutty trip to Abrico Beach or whatever can be fun but I’m not really a fan of constant random dick either.  Chiseled abs are nice but having something to talk about after the fluids have been exchanged is better.  Actually getting to know the person you are fucking leads to authentic experiences that cannot be bought like sitting on the beach together and watching the sun rise.

Grindr is as safe in Brazil as it is anywhere; plus, Brazilians are friendly and usually like foreigners so it works very very well.  It sounds like you found what you were looking for though so I’d understand if you stick with the good thing you have in Colombia.  The occasional slutty trip to Abrico Beach or whatever can be fun but I’m not really a fan of constant random dick either.  Chiseled abs are nice but having something to talk about after the fluids have been exchanged is better.  Actually getting to know the person you are fucking leads to authentic experiences that cannot be bought like sitting on the beach together and watching the sun rise.

Grindr is as safe in Brazil as it is anywhere; plus, Brazilians are friendly and usually like foreigners so it works very very well.  It sounds like you found what you were looking for though so I’d understand if you stick with the good thing you have in Colombia.  The occasional slutty trip to Abrico Beach or whatever can be fun but I’m not really a fan of constant random dick either.  Chiseled abs are nice but having something to talk about after the fluids have been exchanged is better.  Actually getting to know the person you are fucking leads to authentic experiences that cannot be bought like sitting on the beach together and watching the sun rise.

Grindr is as safe in Brazil as it is anywhere; plus, Brazilians are friendly and usually like foreigners so it works very very well.  It sounds like you found what you were looking for though so I’d understand if you stick with the good thing you have in Colombia.  The occasional slutty trip to Abrico Beach or whatever can be fun but I’m not really a fan of constant random dick either.  Chiseled abs are nice but having something to talk about after the fluids have been exchanged is better.  Actually getting to know the person you are fucking leads to authentic experiences that cannot be bought like sitting on the beach together and watching the sun rise.