My Return from a Month's Visit to Paradise!!

[+ Axiom2001]

My plane landed in San Francisco some five hours ago; I'm back in Monterey still aglow from all of the experiences I underwent during my month's stay; since I'm strangely disoriented with changes in time, seasons, and cultural ventures, I'm just going to curtail my message until tomorrow. Yes, I will share what I hope will be of interest to both the lurkers as well as the usual posters. I also have much, much reading to catch up on since I did not go to this site while I was in four/five distinctive parts of Brasil.

 

To you guys who are still in RIo on your extended journey-- enjoy but don't overdo it and become ill again. This libra is a caregiver from the heart!

[+ Axiom2001]

Exactly a month ago to date, I flew to Sao Paulo where I spent five glorious days. This city which is the third largest in the world was difficult for me to maneuver on my own, so I engaged the services of two independent tour guides who worked for Carlo of Romanus. These two men took me to where I'd wanted to go and enhanced my adventures while in this vast, vast sprawling city. I even got to see where the transvestites and other persons of a different persuasion hang out. While the guide drove me throughout this neighborhood-- I spotted a man who had about a thirteen inch cock which he showed off through his pants. The sight was too much for me; I became so, so titillated and kick myself now for not requesting my guide to stop, make arrangements, and wait for us outside of a motel. Well, there will be a next time.

 

I will have to return to Sao Paulo for extended culture and research and oh yes, Lagoa and Fragata. No, guys, I did not go to either. It is NOT that they were not on my itinerary. I encountered some complications (of a non-physical nature) which I do not wish to write about here. I did get to see Caique aka DuDu Boom or "The Du". (Read my impending review when it appears on Hooboy's.) We had a hot session together which had been arranged through Romanus's. This sexy, scorching muscular dude left his cell number with me on his own accord, but I was unable call him since my time was limited. Again, I am optimistic that there will be a next time.

 

From Sao Paulo I traveled to beautiful, picturesque, and super-magnificent Foz do Iguacu solo. Although I found my trip here to be worthwhile, it would have been much better if I had had a companion. These falls are NOT to be missed. The views from both the Brasilian and the Argentinian side leave one in awe and wonder. Also, I'd advise that you take that rugged scooner or boat trip to various parts of the falls; it's fascinating as well as a mere bit frightening especially for a non-swimmer. Try to stay at the luxurious, historical Tropical das Cataratas which is the only lodging within the parque itself; my room was in the front which afforded me a view of the falls from the Brasilian side; hearing the water at varying intervals throughout the night was both soothing as well as romantic-- the latter being non-existent for me since I had travelled solo.

 

The next stop on this saga was Salvador (Bahia). When I left baggage, I went out to meet my guide. I almost lost my footing when he approached me, for he, too, worked with Carlo and he just happened to be a hunky black Brasilian. We shook hands; I smiled and almost fell; he's a cute guy with an electric personality. My guide here complied with my tour requests; he also on two occasions wanted to take me to a sauna, but since my funds were strange at this point, I declined. The Brasilian- African culture is quite pronounced here. (When I was in Foz do Iguacu, a couple from Israel told me that Bahia was completely different than other parts of Brasil); others told me that I'd really like this city, and they were correct. I must return and re-experience as well as do things and go places where I was unable to go due to time constraints. Once again I failed to go to any saunas; the guide wanted to take me to the new one which is named QUEEN, but I told him I'd get my sauna experiences in Rio. I did manage to hook up with one super-hot man-- Marivas, aka Carlos who was recommended by Gulliver. I had complications in making this date, but it finally materialized, and when it did, it was NOT for naught. Carlos is indeed a gorgeous hunk who excudes with sexuality as well as masculinity; once we got to the room we began kissing. He, in a virle manner, told me that he was going to fuk me, and that he did with his thick, thick long endowment; I had troubles accommodating him, but he was so gooooooooooooood and skillful. (Note Gulliver's thread (take) on Salvador ; he gave Carlos's cell number, I believe. I have not unpacked, so it is not readily available. Within a few days I'll go back and read Gulliver's thread; if the number of Carlos is unavailable, I'll write it. Men, this is one hunk who I think is straight, but he knows how to please his male sexual partner.

 

After undergoing different experiences here in Bahia, I hopped on Varig and flew to Manaus and by van and boat was off to the Amazon; while here I enjoyed the fauna and flora (the jungle) immensely. I sweated and sweated and got a deeper tan, but the highlight of my experience here was my guide who happened to have been the son of the manager of the pousada (Pousada Amazonia) where I stayed for four days. Johnny Wyatt spoke fairly good English, and he was my personal guide; he and I traveled along with seven German tourists when we took our treks; he and I ate our meals together, and on my last day I wanted to go to see the Airu Towers, a lodging where I'd yearned to stay. Well it turned out that this facility wanted to charge for hot water and other amenities, thus my travel agent, Carlo discouraged me from staying here; I'm glad he did, for although it is a magnificent structure, the atmosphere seemed to be one that was less personable. It's also a very, very, very large place. After viewing this place, I concluded that I liked the itimacy of the Pousada Amazonia.

 

To get to the Airu Towers, Johnny took the speed boat, and he and I journeyed up the river for my orientation session. This hunky young 30 year old was formerly employed there, and when he walked around it was if he were from a royal family; all of the employees eagerly greeted and welcomed him. He and I briefly discussed this, and he said that he respected everyone, thus they were extending this to him. I was impressed. We left the Towers after the sun had set, so he and I traveled back to the pousada on the alligator and crocodile infested river in the dark; I was frightened, but I did not let Johnny know it; he managed to steer the speed boat on a certain course which allayed my fears somewhat. When we found ourselves back at our lodging in a pitch-blacked environment, I felt relieved.

 

(Johnny was straight and discussed his sexuality with me during one of our evenings together; the context in which he did this was above-board, but I was let down for I had the hots for him and thought something perhaps would happen during my four days there, but during and after our discussion-- my wanting him dissipated somewhat. To put this in its proper perspective-- I DID NOT try to put the make on him; I'm a little reticent and shy for this! He asked if he were to give me some discs would I expect something in return; then he relayed two experiences to me where two men wanted him sexually after they'd done some favors for him. His stories were interested, but I was saddened that he did not "swing" both ways.

 

My stay here as well as the other places and the experiences which I underwent will always be remembered and memorable; since I'm still on Rio time, I'm still slightly disoriented and will stop. Tomorrow or the next day, I'll be in the land of the cariocas, a place where I definitely could live if I could learn Brasilian Portugese easily. I love this beautiful, beautiful city and its people. Although it's expansive, the views are awe-inspiring, and the city is relatively quiet in spite of the many, many buses and taxis that meander throughout the wide avenues...

 

 

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[+ Axiom2001]

After an uneventful yet smooth ride from Manaus via Brasilia-- I arrived in RIo around 8:30 PM (20:30) to a rather quiet airport. I gathered my bags-- placed them on a FREE cart (Bless the Brasilians.) and procured a taxi from one of the agents at a booth that is immediate outside of the baggage area. There were no annoying taxi drivers who attempted to get my business, and I was more the happier. The taxi driver spun rapidly on the highway and through the avenues and streets of Rio prior to our reaching the Atlantico Copacabana. Upon arrival-- I checked in and remained until the next morning when I decided to do a little cultural embellishments. After breakfast I took a taxi to the Museu de Arte Moderna (MAM) where four special exhibits awaited my viewing. One exhibition which would be of interest to all of you would have been the photographic folio by one of Brazil's leading photographers due to its homoeroticism. The photographs were interesting and enticing but were not titillating. Many of the photos featured goodlooking Brazilian men at the beach in various poses; there was a miniscule number photographed in the nude, only one dick photo and one or two revealing delightful pubic hair. Another exhibit, a rather bizzare one, featured electrical cords, a beautifully-assembled copper drum collection, and an assemblage of huge black speakers; I thought all of this was to be used for a special social event but after awhile deduced that this was one of the exhibits at the museu. From this museum I decided to hail another taxi and go to the Museu Carmen Miranda,(Av Rui Barbosa 560, Flamengo) a circular building which resembles a spaceship; after walking through mud to the entrance way, one of the employees opened the glass door for me, as I almost broke it in my attempt to enter.

 

Once inside I was not overly impressed. On display are some of the costumes and head dresses that she wore on stage and in films, a lot of posters depicting her films, shoes, trunks, and that was it. ( My curiosity can account for my wanting to go here.) When I had tired, I walked outside and up the long avenue until I located a bank of taxis. I hailed one and returned to the hotel and rested until early evening before hitting my first sauna in Rio at this time.

 

I walked up the street from the Atlantico to The Point:202; the entrance way was dark, and the place appeared to be closed, so I walked down the stairs to the street and ventured to the Esacao sauna at Rua Tonelero, 217. After I registered (first name only) and received my key to the locker, I decided to keep on my sexy boxer shorts and t shirt and use this attire instead of dawning a towel. I walked into the lounge and sat on one of the stool and began to view the bois and the clients. After a bit I spotted Driver and Garota. ...went over to their table and began to discuss their evening's events. Garota had seen two guys prior to my getting there, and he was basking in a distinct glow. After a bit I found myself in a cabine with a short, yet handsomely-chisheled-faced carioca who had a warm personality. My time with him was all right-- nothing outstanding-- but merely pleasurable. Once we'd completed our deed-- I treated him to food and drink; he in turn assisted me with bingo, an omnipresent game at all of the saunas on varying nights. Later the young hunk departed, and I proceeded to walk around and continue to view those sauna guys who remained. At around 11 PM one young man with a very big dick attempted to get my eye; I avoided him; he went from chair to shower to dry sauna: I glanced at his ever move but was slightly reluctant to go with him. A half hour later I gave in to my desires and went with him to a cabine, and I'm glad I did; he had a big dick and definitely knew how to use it in the right places. I enjoyed being with him. When I returned to the open areas, they were practically deserted, so the guy and I sat and ate and drank until I bade him farewell. When I left it was pouring jets of rain. Luckily-- I only had a few short blocks to walk to reach the hotel.

 

One day passed, and on Friday afternoon I left with Carlo from Romanus for beautiful, picturesque (historical) Parati. Carlo took the scenic drive in RIO and out to show me the many neighborhoods and vistas; it was a sight to behold. I'd only wished that all of this beauty could have been recorded. After driving a bit, we picked up his woman assistant and were on our way. We reached this quaint town about two or three hours later and remained until Sunday. A lot of wonderful water and land experiences were had while here; on Saturday night after having a wonderful dinner with four guys from Sao Paulo, Carlo and his assistant Maria-- we decided to go to the only gay bar in Parati. We arrived at 12 midnight, but the place was dead. The group of us waited around, but at 1:45 am I decided to go across the street and wait alone. Carlo came to me and inquired about my interests; I decided that I wanted to return to the pousada since it was quite late. Guys, I think I erred. Carlo and the other five members of our group stated that things began to get going around 3 am and that it was fun. Carlo stated that I should have stayed.

 

On Sunday we had a full day at the expansive beaches in the area only to return to Rio around midnight. As soon as I had gotten out of Carlo's car, Carlo introduced me to SF Traveler who was standing near the entrance way of the Atlantico; I was ecstatic to be meeting an M4Mer who had written volumes at this site. After I settled I went across the street to a very new eatery which is similar to Burger King and ordered a light takeout meal. When I returned to the hotel and got on the elevator, a slightly-built American with redish-blond hair was on it with his Brazilian friend whom he had brought back for an overnight. His eyes, the American's, seemed to devour this guy; I stood and smiled. I asked him if he were an M4Mer; he stated that he was not. They left me, for I had to journey to the 13th floor.

 

The next day was the day, the night of the second M4M Soiree 2.

At 7:10 PM (19:00) I sauntered up the stairs from my floor and found myself on the expansive rooftop surrounded by an abundance of carefully arranged food and drink and boys in all sizes and physicalities. After taking all of them in visually, my appetite for food disappeared completely. I grabbed a few appetizers (pieces of finger foods) and a bottle of water, and that was it. ...met Jackhammer and joined him at his table. The guy whom I first saw at Estacao looked stunning and intimated that he'd like to get together with me in my room; I cordially declined.

I meandered and took photos of many of the sauna guys and talked with other M4Mers. After three hours had passed, TomCal approached me and asked if there were anyone of which I were interested; I saw a tall, packed guy who did just this. Tom walked me over to him and introduced him to me. The guy grabbed my hand and began to rub my shoulder in a rather seductive manner; he was mine. After the raffle of gifts, etc., he and I found our way to my room for a hot time. I can still remember his telling me to "go lower-- lower"! I found this to be hot, for the guy was thick and hung. He satisfied my sexual appetite and stated that he was going back to the festa; he asked me if I were going, but I did not quite understand him. I escorted him to the door and thank him. Later I rejoined those who remained (which were quite a few). The sauna guys were anxious, but I'd been satisfied, so I didn't encourage or let myself be encouraged to fuck around again. Most of the ones who were here later found themselves at the restaurant with the yellow awning; I decided to stay in... All in all the event turned out quite well in spite of the problems (of which I was not apprised). I publicly thank all of the guys who did all of the intricate work!

 

I spent nine days in RIo once I returned from Parati (my weekend trip), and during this time I experienced many of the cultural attributes for which this glorious and beautiful city has to offer; on two occasions I had a wonderful 25 year old English-speaker (sexy Tom) who honored my itinerary; he and I went to Gloria, Lapa, Santa Teresa,Centro, and back to my hotel where I gave him his fee of thirty dollars; actually I gave him thirty- five, for he showed me a really good, good time in his city. I had wanted to get with him sexually but thought his rates (R$360) a little steep; in looking back, they were not. (My limited math skills did not help in this at all.) Yesterday I sent Tom an email, and in it I stated that next time I'd be honored to experience his sexual expertise.

 

On Saturday Tom and I spent most of the afternoon and early evening together; we went to Niteroi via ferry and taxi to the museu that is shaped like a spaceship, too and is slightly similar to the Guggenheim in NYC. We came back to Rio and went to Confeitaria Colombo, Rua Goncalves Dias, 32 for the famous meal (...can't spell but starts with an "f".) that's served on Saturdays in various places. Afterwards we went to the Banco Brasil Cultural Center to view the outstanding art from the various cultures of Africa. It was truly a day that will always remain with me. On Sunday I went on Carlo's boat trip. (Note Jackhammer's response and photos.) One of the boatmen was hot, but his teeth bothered me; thus I did not try to hook up. Later that evening I hailed a taxi in the rain and went to Club 117 where I received lots of offers but only accepted one. I do not know what was the matter with me. The same happened on my last day; I went to Estacao again seeking one fabulous sauna boy who met my fancy-- tall, packed, beautiful features, and a wide- and long dick. He teased me a few days ago; this evening we made eye contact, but I should have pursued him. Unfortunately he and another well endowed sauna boy left together around 6 PM. About seven others approached me, but I declined. Right now I could kick myself over and over.

 

Well, this was my third trip to Brazil, and I can say that this time was truly a "charm" in that I met many fine people, locals in the various areas in which I found myself, as well as some M4Mers with whom I had discussions and fraternalization. I thank all who helped me prior and during, and I do plan to return one of these days; my trip of a month was balanced: I was culturally and sexually involved and experienced a lot. Carlos's expertise and assistance enhanced my stay in the various areas, and I am thankful to him and his guides, too. I stop since this is long but would like to suggest that there be a balance when one journeys to this land of many beautiful people: inside as well as out!

[Guest only4real]

Hey there,

 

Mike here from Toronto. I'm going to Rio for 2 weeks around New Years, and am looking for a guide to show me around the city. you mentioned a local guy named Tom,, do you have any contact info?

 

pLease let me know,

 

Many thanks,

 

Mike

[bigguyinpasadena]

Thank you for reporting on some sites of cultural interest as well as the hot boys.

[+ Axiom2001]

You're quite welcome! I would have cited other places of interest, but I thought it would be best to limit this since (I'd presume...)most of the readers would be interested in my/our take on the sauna and escort scene in various parts of this large, beautiful country.

[Guest only4real]

Hey there,

 

Mike here from Toronto. I'm going to Rio for 2 weeks around New Years, and am looking for a guide to show me around the city. you mentioned a local guy named Tom,, do you have any contact info?

 

pLease let me know,

 

Many thanks,

 

Mike