Saturday, I had the best sauna experience to date. (Mind you, I haven’t had that many: 5 in Brazil, 1 in Barcelona, and about 5 in SE Asian massage places.)

I entered 117 at 7:30. I had hardly started undressing in the locker room, when Audre came up behind me, kissing, hands roaming over me, helping me out of my shirt, nipple teasing, etc. Then he playfullly slapped my butt, and went on his way. Apparently he was busy with someone else, but decided just to welcome me. Nice of him, and nice to start the evening like that. (I later saw him and another garoto with an elderly gentleman, going up for a threesome I guess. And even later, there was a bit of commotion when a client took him and THREE others upstairs.)

I started the rounds, enjoying the view. I think there were like 80 customers and about 40 garotos. Fernando said hi, but understood there was no future for us. Some came up to me, ususally introducing themselves through their cocks, but only one – with a really big one – was of interest to me. I told him I would perhaps search him out later (I did, but couldn’t find him). Never in my life did I imagine myself playing around with so many big cocks, and in public, and almost for free!

By 8:30, no one new and interesting was making contact, so I decided for the first time to do so myself. (BTW, I noticed that most garotos initiate contact in the corridors and locker room, and much fewer in the bar and patio.) I’d prefer garotos to make the move, because it gives a (false?) feeling of ‘courtship’, and because I believe it somehow gives some kind of upper hand in the negotiations. In any case, here is what happened:

1 - I approached a garoto who was standing at the main junction (between the locker room and the stairs), wanking the biggest non-black cock I’d ever seen, protruding at 90 degrees, in a non-drooping manner which I hate. At that point of hunting, this feature overcame two other disadvantges he had: a pocked (though handsome) face and teeth braces. However, when he quoted 100 Reales and I said that was too much, he very politely broke off the negotiations(?). Apparently some of them can allow themselves such a pricing policy, though I’d better understand if it looked as if he were much more saught after.

2 - A passable guy came up to me, promising the world for 70-80 reales. Since he didn’t look very trustworthy, I said I’d pay 50 + a tip if he was good in bed. He claimed that 70-80 was the minimum at the sauna, so I thanked him and left.

3 - My despair growing, I went again to the wanking room. Not for the first time this evening, I overcame my inhibitions and stared shamelessly at all the blooming cocks. This time I sat down, and focused on the biggest one in the room. The guy motioned me over, said yes when I asked if I could help, and I went to work. He offerd a programa for 100. When I said it was too expensive for me, he actually laughed…or chuckled! I found this very funny, and I think his cock started to retract. In any case, he would go down only to 90, so we parted ways.

4 - I then approached a very good looking guy standing at the entrance for a long time. I had decided previously he would be only my fallback option, because he never wanks or flashes himself and I thought that those that refrain from showing off perhaps do so because they have less to show. (I turned out to be wrong in this case, and I might well be wrong in general.) We talked a bit, he sounded very nice, and promised all the body contact I wanted (kissing, licking, sucking, cuddling, etc.) for 70 Reales. We were about to seal the deal, when he suddenly said in an I-gotta-be-honest-with-you fashion that actually he doesn’t suck. So I said no thank you and left.

Two minutes later I returned to him, and asked how about a programa for 50 without him sucking, and he agreed. I had decided to do so, because I believed his previously honest admission probably meant that he cares about the client and would therefore provide good service. (After all, in many cases the client finds out that promises aren’t carved in stone only after he’s already held captive in a cabine.) Boy, was I right to go with my instinct!!!

At the front desk we were told we’re 5th in line for a cabine. When I asked whether that meant waiting 30 minutes, the lady laughed and said 5 minutes, which turned out to be accurate. In the meantime I brought the guy a Coke while he waited for the call. He said his name was Anderson. I asked if he knows some other working guy with the same name (meaning the much recommended Anderson in GTB), but he said no.

The programa was great! He was really into body contact, in a manner which I’ve unfortunately never encoutered before. He felt strong, hot and passionate as he made out with me, following my directions and undestanding precisely what I wanted. He reacted wonderfully to my sucking (his cock was strong, long, curved leftward in a sexy way, and not too thick), writhing and moaning, complimenting me for my skill, and finally begging me to stop lest he cums. He was quite concerned about involuntary cumming in my mouth, apparently for health reasons, but asked whether I wanted him to cum on my chest. I said I didn’t want him to cum at all, because I prefer a hard cock in mouth or hand when I cum.

At this point of heavenly pleasur, I really don’t know how I had the presence of mind to ask him whether I could take photos. He agreed immediately, and for the first time in my life I left a partner in the middle of sex, rushing to bring my camera from the locker. I took a couple of pictures angling to catch together both his pride erect manhood and his handsome face. Unfortunately for you, when I later asked him if he wants me to publish the photos with his email address and phone number he declined, saying the photos were only for me. Of course, I respect his wish. Sorry.

I paid him his 50 Reales, adding (and explaning) one tip for the wonderful service, a second tip for allowing the photos, and a bigger third one for being honest. (Perhaps rewarding such behavior would popularize it.) He said he’ll be at the sauna again today at 6, which puts me in a conundrum: should I return for an assuredly wonderful second helping, or shall I try Meo Mundo once before I depart Rio?


PS – I apologize if my posts are too long. The experienced among you probably find them repeatitive, but those unfamiliar with the sauna scene might find the details helpful in understanding how things work here. I know I did, reading posts before I came.

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