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The place not mentioned often on this forum - but I've come back recently from two weeks in Buenos Aires. I want to come back already. I had a blast.
This is my fourth time in Argentina, but my last visit was 9 or 10 years ago. I'd been to all the best places of this amazing country before, so this time I wanted just to have a chill city vacation in Buenos Aires, a city that I always considered one of the best in the world, and certainly the best in Latin America (for me).
It's very different from the rest of Latin America, certainly different from Brazil. It does not feel Latin American, it feels more like a ramshackle Mediterranean European city instead - like Marseille or Genoa. It has that European cultured vibe, museums, theaters, leafy streets, public spaces, simply excellent food, and a great bar scene. It does not have that fire of Brazilian parties, no - it's more reserved and not that in-your-face fun, it's like a more refined sister of a loud brash half-drunk brother across the border.
To put everything in the proper context from the very start: it is cheap. It is ridiculously cheap. It's cheaper than Cambodia. The economy went down the drain long ago, but the election of Milei propelled the inflation even further up. The local currency (black market rate) lost 20% just in the first three weeks of January. When I look up restaurants on Google Maps and see their menus photographed in November, I know that I need to double the prices for end-January (in pesos). Prices from a year ago do not mean anything, that was a different universe. I'm reading that just before covid, the taxi from the airport was 68 pesos, it is now 37,000 pesos (or 18,000 pesos on Uber) - you get the range. 
The wine is excellent - I was buying mine from a Chinese car service round the corner. They likely got the wine in stock in December before holidays and forgot to change prices - so I was buying wine from them in end-January for a price not seen anywhere else - $9 for a bottle with a Vivino rating 4.5 (normal malbecs are at around $2 per bottle). In an expensive Michelin restaurant, a huge 400g ribeye steak (dare I say the best steak in the world) and three negronis I accompanied it with rang me a bill of $20 total. In non-Michelin restaurants, steaks are between $5 and $8. In one of the top bars in the city mentioned in all sorts of awards and ratings, the happy hour sees two classic cocktails (I drink Negroni, but others may choose something else) for $3 (i.e. $1.50 each).
Argentinian guys are not as defined or perfect as Brazilians - I'm a sucker for pectorals and abdominals, so I needed to dig hard. But thanks god for Venezuelans - they are plentiful in Buenos Aires, and they were more than half the guys I hired. 
Huge shout and huge thanks to @Latbear4blk who gave some incredibly useful advice on this forum. I was using local websites Soytuyo, Leonos, ArgentinaMasajes and Skokka to arrange all dates. The #1 piece of advice from @Latbear4blk was to check those profiles against the reviews on a local forum ForoPirata - that forum is gold, and I managed to save myself a lot of time (and trouble) by discarding quite a number of profiles who looked excellent on websites but got scathing reviews from previous customers on ForoPirata. If only such resources were available in other countries...
I usually got two guys per day - one for "massage" and one for full sex. ArgentinaMasajes is an excellent resource, and I was very upfront with masseurs asking them direct questions on Whatsapp about what's possible on their side and what's not. Some were more modest and I wished them luck. Others entertained handjobs or fetishes, more daring ones were fine with BJs and cumming in my mouth, and the best allowed full-on sex. 
Mostly, I visited them in their places (after checking against references). This worked really well. Some, I invited to my place - and BA is a city where you can get excellent AirBnbs - mine was with a sweeping view from the 21st-floor balcony over the city, a rooftop gym on the 31st floor with panoramic windows, a swimming pool and a sundeck, and security that was ambivalent to visitors (the security guy just on one occasion recorded an ID of one of my guests who looked especially brutal, but on other occasions I met my guests downstairs at the security fence and then escorted them out afterwards bidding farewell without even talking to security- in most BA apartment blocks a guest would not be able to leave the building by himself without you escorting him out). 
"Massages" and other visits with full sex were all in $15-25 range, some slipping to $30, but never higher. (I got a local SIM card and conversed in Spanish over Whatsapp from a local number to make sure I'm not quoted crazy prices). One of my regulars was a well-known porn star - he's one of that Onlyfans cluster of Argentinian porn stars who have individual accounts and cross-pollinate bareback between each other with endless collabs. Well, I knew his name before, and his vids are everywhere (I'll omit the name). He was coming to my place for great sex for $25 ($20 rate + $5 Uber fare) and even spoke some English. I love Argentina.
But as I said, it was mostly Venezuelans. If not for them, my picture would have not been this bright, but Venezuelans are muscular, defined, tattooed, insatiable, with a beautiful face and lots of kinky thoughts (and actions). One of the Venezuelans, I was coming to him every several days in the morning for a "massage" with some kinks and fetishes, and every time while I waited for him to come downstairs and open me the door, I saw the same beautiful girl coming out with two dogs, and one of them was usually immediately having a piss in front of me. When I saw her a second time, I thought it's such a coincidence, I'm at a different time than before but her dog-walking schedule matched. When I saw her again next time for the third time, it finally clicked for me that this was a GF of my "masseur" and their two dogs - she had to leave the apartment to walk the dogs for an hour so her guy would do various things with me disguised as a massage. Next time I saw her, I almost said hi. The guy was usually coming to let me in a minute after her leaving. 
With all that, I didn't go to any saunas - and as far as I know, there are no Brazil-style GP saunas anyway, they are normal non-escort saunas. I went once to Cine Ideal, an old grand cinema showing gay porn now in huge cinema halls with balconies - the entrance was something like $1 or $2, the cinema halls were pitch dark, and I probably could find someone and something there, but I saw little upside if I can have a $15-20 Venezuelan in proper comfort and lighting elsewhere.
A couple of blocks from the cinema, there is another curious establishment - called MasajeClub. It's a business of massage coupled with a red wine bar. Apparently it's popular with locals at lunchtime and after work - the downside is that you can't select a masseur, he's assigned to you. The masseurs are your guys next door, not model-like, but they can go a looong way during the massage. The official line of this club is that you pay for massage ($4.50 one hour) and then whatever happens in the room is up to a masseur and you. There's nothing that the masseur is obliged to perform apart from the massage, but it usually involved sucking and even in some cases fucking. There are no minimum tips, so it is up to you if you want to leave anything to your masseur on top of $4.50. For something like $15 they have what they call a "circuit" - that's a 4-stage massage where four masseurs (again you can't pick) come to your room one after another to perform something like 20-25 min of massage - that may end up in four waves of different cum-shooting experiences. One or two of the four would usually not be averse to fucking. After that, they give you a glass of malbec.
I've also been to the stripper bars. I remember there had been quite a few in my past visits, now only one remains, and it stages nightly shows rotating through three different locations in the city depending on the day of the week. Usually, it's three hunky straight strippers (usually coming in a bundle "one stunning, one ok, and one ugly") doing two routines - first stripping to a flaccid cock, and then the second one with a hardon. Then they come to the audience, and for a modest tip you can grab and fondle a hardon. I saw people leaving tips accounting for $0.1 or $0.2, so when I tipped $0.8, that gave me a really good grip of the cock and then a strong hug from a naked hard hunk and then a big thank you and usually a return trip from him to me for another $0.8. Big whisky cola is $2, beer is pretty much spare change. The show lasts for an hour and starts at 01:30.
And then there are normal bars and clubs - again this is not the Brazilian level of eye candy, but it is still sexy in its own way. I really want to come back, this is such an underrated city to visit. 
 
 
 
 

Great to see another shot of him on twitter. His cock is a work of art.  Would love to hear any stories of anyone who has taken it.  

If you are new to the trade, I would not bring guys to your place, but I would feel 100% safe going to their local. I do not know whether prices in SP are comparable to Rio's. For one hour in theirs or your place, in Rio you pay 200 to 250 for one hour, they also quote lower prices for 30'. Check the info in viva local or any of the other escorts web services:
https://www.garotolandia.com.br/saopaulo.html
https://www.malicia.com.br/garotos
https://search.vivalocal.com/acompanhantes-gays/sao-paulo-capital?lb=new&search=1&start_field=1&sp_personals_age[start]=&sp_personals_age[end]=&sp_common_tags_2[start]=&sp_common_tags_2[end]=&keywords=&cat_1=248&geosearch_text=Sao+Paulo+SP&searchGeoId=164&sp_personals_age[start]=&sp_personals_age[end]=&sp_common_main_type=Homem&sp_common_second_type=&sp_common_tags_2[start]=&sp_common_tags_2[end]=&sp_text_0=
https://garotocomlocal.com.br
http://www.netgay.com.br/escortsspmenu.asp
https://boytoy.com.br/garotos-programa/sao-paulo/
 
I have perused ads when prepping for my trips, to bookmark boys in case the saunas did not work, but I have never hired (yet. My modern history and experience in Brazil are little, two trips to Rio and one to Salvador) from an escorts website. If you are bookmarking from viva local, write down the numbers. The website does not keep permanent URLs. 
A tip I got from the boys I have been playing with: most Brazilian porn starts accept programas, but they do not advertise as GPs. They will consider your offer is you reach out th them through the social media. They are in Twitter and IG, Brazilians prefer IG. 

Who do you recommend for:
great regular updates
good archive
good camera work
not big on solo vids, prefer couples (rimming and cum eating my faves)
I’m not very demanding am I? (Ha)
already subscribed to Rhyheim who I absolutely recommend to others (have read pinga article, what an awesome blog)
 

Who do you recommend for:
great regular updates
good archive
good camera work
not big on solo vids, prefer couples (rimming and cum eating my faves)
I’m not very demanding am I? (Ha)
already subscribed to Rhyheim who I absolutely recommend to others (have read pinga article, what an awesome blog)
 

Funny thing is, I don't know whether I'd prefer being the top or the bottom. How about you?
Love the playing to the camera...the rimming scene is not to be missed...best ever.
GarotoHotSex.mp4

Great info thank you!

Thanks for the reply!  Okay so I’ve got a few good years in me left…!  Can’t see myself being this horny when I’m one hundred but maybe into my 60s.  Hopefully it’s not that long before I make it to the Brasíl saunas, in the meantime, keep these amazing stories coming.

I’ve just joined this forum and loved reading your posts.  I’ve never been to a sauna before despite being in my late 40s but I’ve suddenly become interested in the idea, along with a lot of other sex crazed thoughts I never had when I was younger (mid life crisis anyone?).  It’s just a fantasy and Brazil seems like the place to entertain my fantasy - thank you google for leading me to this informative, and boner affirming, thread. 
Possibly a really strange question but I have to ask… how old do the clients range to?  Do the rent boys turn their noses up at men 50+?  And do the saunas ever post pics of the boys on offer online?
 

Part 3 of 4: Climbing Corcovado
After he takes the room key from the counter, he asks me if I needed condoms and lube.  I nod and he gets handed some by the employees.  He takes my hand again and leads me downstairs. I thought the rooms were upstairs? Anyways we weave through the throng of guys and customers and he leads me to the rooms in the back. He uses the key and opens the door to one of the rooms. What I saw inside reminded me of the massage parlor rooms in Bangkok. It was a minimalist room with a big bed in the middle and an en-suite bathroom. I try not to think about the hundreds and thousands of customer/client pairs that have used the bed for passion, and just focused on the task at hand, which was standing in front of me, waiting for me to get settled.
I followed his lead. He leans over to kiss me. Because of the height disparity (he is 6’1, I am 5’7, I am used to this as the BF is 6’2), I had to get on my tippy toes to kiss. Very deep, very wet, very hot. But this position was awkward. I grab his broad shoulders and spin him towards the bed and sit him down on it. I sit on his lap and we continue kissing. He puts a hand on my back and gently strokes it. He stops and grabs me to lay me down the bed, and then stands up to take off his speedo. I take off my towel too. He joins me on the bed and starts kissing and grabs my cock and strokes it. I guess we are not showering before the deed. I showered before coming here, and I am assuming he is immaculately clean.
He proceeds to suck me off.  Pretty good, not the best I’ve had, but the accompanying visuals were awesome. He looks good in any angle, as any handsome 22 year old with zero body fat and genetics predisposed to muscle, would be. I grab his cock, now semi-hard, and growing fast.  Pretty soon I had a monster in my hands. I was glad he was versatile, because taking that cock was just impossible for me. He was still sucking when I take my hands to his ass.  Nice and round, and very muscular, I find his hole and start massaging. I take a finger and wet it in my mouth. I slide a finger in. Man, that hole was warm. I position myself to get a better look of his ass. I start rimming. The ass and all its glorious wonder alone was worth the price of admission.
After a while I stop rimming and just initiate body contact. He was pretty receptive to my licks and touches and pretty much was ok with me having my way with him. He strokes my cock again and points to the condoms and lube.  I guess it was time to fuck. He gets off the bed to get the little packets and then hands me the condom to put on my cock. He then takes this little tube he had hiding in his speedo, squeezes it and puts what came out it in his ass.  I ask what the little tube was and he hands it to me:

It was a tube of Lidocaine. I guess he wanted to numb the pain of anal sex. BUT, I am not that big so I don’t know what he was worried about.  He opens the lube packet and puts it in his butt with the lidocaine already in there. He then puts out his lubed hand and greases up my condom-sheathed cock, which was standing in attention. He then gets down on all fours next to me and gives me a thumbs up.  I guess he was ready for the Numazu ride. I get up and turn him over so he was lying on his back. This is my favorite position, because I want to see the guy’s face when I fuck him. I position myself, take his legs on my shoulders, and start putting it in.  I go in slowly, and he starts squinting, as if wincing in pain.
I pull out. I gotta warm up this baby. I took the lube packet and put more lube on my cock and my fingers.  I slide in one finger and get him comfortable with it.  I put in two, and after some resistance, I was all in. More lube on my cock, and I tried again. Slowly, he was still wincing, but I was slowly able to get it all in without him wincing in agony. Some slow thrusts, and then faster ones, and we were on our way. While I was pounding him I looked at the majesty of what 150 R got me. His face, still handsome even if he was slightly uncomfortable, was able to crack a smile when he realized I was staring at him. He had a killer smile. I leaned over to kiss him as I continued my exertions.
Upright once again, I admire the rest of him. His olive skin tone was exquisite, something that can only exist in the delicious genetic soup that is Brazil. No doubt with regular visits to the beach, the skin tone made every ripple of muscle stand out. The physical exertion of getting fucked made his vein vascularity pop out. His chest just had the perfect amount of flesh and muscle that they bounced with every thrust I take.  And his abs, contracting and expanding with the labored breathing he took while taking me, were amazing. I put a hand on his 8-pack, enjoying the feel of genetic perfection.
All this visual stimulation, coupled of course with the fact that he was tight as fuck, got me to cum fairly quickly. I stayed in him for a while, catching my breathe, as he stroked my arm. I pull out, slowly (he winced again), and pull out the condom and quickly dispatch of it in the bathroom. I get back and lay beside him, asking “Gozar?” Of course I wanted him to cum. And I knew what he was going to say next: “50 reais?” I say “Sim!” without even thinking about it.  $15 to witness an orgasm may be unnecessary for some, but I wanted to see it. 
While laying down I motion to him using my arms, that I wanted him to sit on my tummy, and to cum on my chest. I wanted to see up close every muscle twitch, every vein contraction, every penis pump.  An intimate audience only appropriately appreciates such perfection. He plops his still warm and raw ass on my tummy, and starts the show. He jerks off with his right hand, and he puts his left hand behind his head, revealing his gorgeous pit.  Oh yeah he has done this before and knows what sells. He then alternates with his left and right hand, and sometimes uses both hands, to do the deed.  And then it comes: he leans forward, balances himself by setting his left hand next to my head, and cums on my neck and face.
When he gets his bearings back he looks at his handiwork, and smears some of the cum off my face.  I didn’t care.  It can stay there all day. He points to the shower and I reluctantly get up and followed his cute butt to the bathroom. And then the fantasy disappears. Yikes, I’m in a sauna, where hundreds to thousands of men have had sex on the bed, have walked these floors, have used the showers. I put on my Havaiianas and pray that I don’t get anything from being barefoot. We shower together, and take turns soaping each other’s backs. I take one more feel of his hole before we turn the water off and dry ourselves.
He puts his speedos back on and sits on the bed. I join him and he starts typing on his phone.  He shows it to me and it was google translate, asking how long I was going to be here. I take the phone from him and tell him that it was my last night.  And tomorrow I was going back to the US. He thinks about this for a minute and then motions to the door.  I guess we have come to the end of our programa. I wrap the towel around my waist and we leave the room. We head back to the lockers and I unlock mine to get my wallet. I take 4 fifty real notes from it and hand it to him. He takes it and puts it in his speedos and thanks me. He then just stood there, waiting for me to say something.
Throwing caution to the wind, I came up with a wild idea. I take my phone and saw that it was almost 8 PM (and some messages from the BF, I guess he was needing some attention). I look for Google Translate and start typing. I show it to him and he says: “Sim!” with no hesitation. I asked him if he wanted to join me for dinner tonight. I followed it up with: but don’t you need more customers tonight? He answers that he was done for the day. He asks me what part of Rio I was staying at.  I tell him I was staying in a condo in Ipanema.  He then tells me that he needed to leave at around 11:30 PM to catch the subway and bus back to his house.  I told him no problem; he will be home before then.
He motions that he had to go to put on some clothes and will be right back.  I say yes and I put on my own clothes and make sure all of my stuff was still there (it was). I toss the wet towel in one of the bins and sit myself down to answer messaged from the BF. I look up and see that there were still some new customers coming in and getting into towels.  It was going to be a busy night for the boys. I felt that my boy could at least get a few more hundred reais. Oh well. I am sure he very popular and recoup it in other nights.
After a few more minutes of waiting he emerges in a very nice white tank top, purple shorts, skater sneakers and checkered socks that went up to mid-calf. On any other guys this would be a crazy outfit combination.  But on him, with his skin tone, musculature, legs and face, it all worked. He has his little whore tote bag on his shoulder (I’m guessing it has a toothbrush, deodorant, condom and lube packets, and his tube of lidocaine, and enough cash to get home).
We get on the main floor and I see all the boys I am leaving behind. This was a good-looking lot. One boy after another: handsome, muscular, dashing, hung.  Having seen it with my own eyes, I can surely say that the hype is fully justified. The legend of Brazilian Sauna boys that has been in my head all this years is as accurate and real as what I thought it would be, and what the pages of the BoyToy forum has cracked it up to be.  Yes guys, it is worth it to fly all this way to get this quality of dick. Because it is cheap, there was a lot of it, and it’s really really good.
We head over to the counter and I settle my bill. Things were hazy at this point, having just come off a high from the sex, but I think I was charged 90-something reais ($28) for the use of the room, as well as the condoms and lube, and maybe an entrance fee too, I am not sure. Overall, I spent more or less $100 for a couple of hours of watching, cruising, and sexing, some Brazilian boys. Not bad. While waiting for my change I call an Uber. We wait in the empty hallway outside the main door till I see on my phone that the Uber is closeby.  We head out, see the car waiting for us, and duck in the back seat.
The driver repeats the address on his phone. I confirm the destination and we were on our way. I look at my boy and he smiles at me. And like clockwork, he sits closer, takes my hand in his and we spend the whole ride this way.  This was gonna be good.
The night is not done, as I made some mistakes… next.