“Life”, it is said, “is what happens when you’ve made other plans.” Well, Sunday I turned out to be neither in MM nor with Anderson.

I ended my walking tour of the oll-colonial part of the city at around 5, and walked to MM. Alas, it was closed. MM has no website; I had looked it up at one of the gay websites, which said it was open all week. I later saw on another web guide that it’s closed on Sundays. BTW, to reiterate what has already been written about the place, it’s located where you don’t want to walk out alone in the dark.

There was still Anderson to look forward to, and I decided to hurry along. Why hurry? He had said he’ll come at 6, and I wanted to ambush him outside. Across the street from 117 there’s a sex motel which charges 40 $R for 4 hours, whereas at 117 the price for admission+cabine (30-40 minutes) is 55 $R. However, he he didn’t show up, neither at 6 nor later. I mention all this just to offer a tip for those of you who might want to hook up with a garoto for a longer time at a lower rate.

Disappointment aside, this time no one in 117 really made me catch my breath. There were the usual solictations – kissing, cock sharing, making out; by now no need to repeat the details. Some of the garotos said business was not good because there were too many boys around.

It was bingo night, with a very long stand-up prelude – a rather coarse woman joking on and on about what’s between her legs. Everything in Portugese, of course. I never have luck with lotteries, and this one ws no exception. The game ended after first a garoto and then a client striked bingo.

While waiting for the bingo to begin, I had parked myself on a sofa opposite the wall and way that lead from the bar enterance to the patio enterance. A perfect place to observe all the garotos going back and forth. By the beginning of the game, I had already settled upon three prospectives. When time came, one of them had disappeared. The second, very nice and manly looking, never smiled and hardly spoke a word to anyone. I got the feeling he’s probably a great fucker, but without warmth or interaction. I chose the third, whose length of equipment I got to sample in the wanking room.

Which reminds me. The door connecting the TV room to the wanking room is rather narrow. In one of my many visits there, a garoto was standing just before the door, with his long dick protruding horizontly. No one could pass without brushing against it. Garotos just ignored him+it, but clients were of course not indifferent. So there he was, like a host greeting his guests at the door, with them shaking not his hand but his cock! Talk about the importance of location for good advertisement…

Back to my garoto for the evening. His name was Isaias. (This time I had him write it down; I didn’t want a repeat the case of Audre from the first night, whose accurate name I still don’t know.) We agreed that provavelmente he was hotter looking than the biblical original propheto. Isaiah is black, tall, thin, with lots of smiles and laughs. He wanted 80, I said it was too much, he asked how much I was willing to pay, I said 60, and that was it. I think he might have agreed also to 50 or even less, but I don’t believe in having sex with someone who feels too put down.

The programa was very good; if Anderson got an A+, Isaias get an A-/B+. He isn’t used to a slow moving “tranquilo” (as he phrased it) client like me, but adapted himself and continuously made sure I was getting what I wanted. I climaxed accordingly, and he seemed rather pleased-proud at the result.
As we were leaving the cabine, he took the note on which I had him write his name, and wrote “70 ok”. He didn’t say anything or looked at me, and when we got to my locker I did indeed give him 70; he certainly deserved the tip.

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