Date: Sun, 10 May 2009 04:14:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sandy <goodguy321123@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy From Brazil - Part 1

It started at a Super Bowl Party.  Now that's a great place for a bunch of
gay men to get together.  The players aren't even cute, as they are in
baseball.  So after about ten minutes I went outside to join the many other
disinterested fans.

A few guys were talking about an upcoming trip to Brazil for Spring Break.
One was a professor at a local university and he was taking his Portuguese
class to improve their language skills.  He said there were a few openings
on the trip and that non-students were welcome.  I was really thinking of
the hot students who would be going on the trip.

I told the professor I would call him later in the week if I decided to go.
As usual, it doesn't take much for me to go on an international adventure.
I sent my passport off for a visa and wrote a check for the trip.  I was
surprised how inexpensive it was, less than $2000 for 10 days including
airfare, hotels and tours.

The next weekend I met all the students going on the trip, and yes, there
were some cuties.  I probably should have roomed with one of them, but
opted for a single instead.  You never know when you're going to get lucky
and bring someone back to your room (see part 2).

The flight from Miami to Sao Paulo was overnight, long and not very
comfortable, but I did manage a few hours sleep.  We then boarded the
second flight to our final destination -- Joao Pessoa.  That flight was
even worse -- making two stops on the way.  What I really wanted was a
good night's sleep.

We arrived at this beautiful hotel -- circular, with the rooms
surrounding a huge pool in the center.  It was fun looking at all the hot
Brazilian men sitting around the pool.  Nothing was left to your
imagination -- most wearing the skimpiest bikinis imaginable.  Some had
dark skin, some light, but all had amazing bodies.  Absolutely nothing like
the overweight bodies you see at a typical US hotel pool.  I hope I could
lure one of them to my room in the next few days.

The first day we took a sightseeing tour of the city.  Since I didn't speak
Portuguese, I spent most of my time taking photos.  For every trip I take,
I have a great collection of "The Men of _________".  Now I have my men of
Joao Pessoa collection.

The professor and his friend told me about a Sauna that they frequent every
time they visit Joao Pessoa.  They invited me to join them, but since I'd
never done anything like that, I declined.  The next morning I was given a
blow by blow description of what happened the previous evening.  I was
sorry I didn't join them.  When they said they were going back again, I
jumped at the invitation.

We hired a car for the evening, since it's sometimes difficult to get a
taxi late in the evening near the Sauna.  The place is called "The Green
House" -- an appropriate name since the building is painted bright green.
It appeared to be in the middle of a residential area.

We paid our entrance fee and got white towels, sandals and a key to a
locker.  The place was very clean.  We got rid of our clothes and were free
to roam around in our towels and sandals.

We got there around 9:00pm, in time for the weekly bingo game.  While we
were sitting in the bar, I asked my friend why some of the guys had green
towels, and was told they were the working boys.  I just had to let them
know if there was someone I was interested in, and they would translate and
introduce me.

But before going off on my own, I decided I had to see the bingo game.  A
well worn drag queen conducted the game.  We had regular bingo cards, but
had to use grains of rice as the markers.  A few of the green towel clad
men sat next to me, trying to solicit business.  You were free to check out
the merchandise, which I did quite a few times.  There was this one cute
guy, short brown hair with the most adorable dimpled smile.  But he was
unable to obtain an erection when I started playing with him.  Another guy
took his place just as the game started.  I fondled him while trying to
figure out what numbers were being called.  The prizes weren't that
exciting, except for the final game.  The winner got his choice of any
green toweled man for the evening.  That was the most serious game of the
night.  Needless to say, I lost.

It was time to seriously start looking for someone to play with for the
evening.  There must have been twenty guys in green towels.  My two friends
had found their partner for the evening, a dark tall handsome man, who
could easily please anyone, male or female, in bed.  He was sitting there
playing with my friend's cock.  I know they wanted to get the guy alone,
but first had to help me find a playmate.

Across the room I saw this very muscular man.  He had short hair, a dark
complexion, but it was the muscles that turned me on.  We got his
attention, and he came over to introduce himself -- Rony.  He held out
his arms for me to feel -- solid as a rock.  He then let me feel his
legs, which were equally as hard.  He invited me to the men's room to check
out the rest.  Off we went and I was very pleased with his body and
equipment.

I started looking at his back.  A perfect V, with one of the narrowest
waists I've ever seen on a guy.  He must spend hours lifting weights.  He
legs were massive.  There wasn't an ounce of fat on Rony.  He had one of
the cutest bubble butts I've ever seen.  His ass was a little hairy, but
that was the only hair I saw beside the hair on his head and under his
armpits.

He then turned around, and I knew I was going to have a great evening at
the Green House.  There was muscle on top of muscle.  His abs formed a
perfect six pack.  He had a nice cock, which he started playing with.  In
about a minute or two it had doubled in size -- both length and girth.  I
think I just found the man I would spend the evening with.

We returned to the bar so that my friends could work out the financial
arrangements.  They told me the price, which was about US$30.  They had
also finalized the arrangements with their friend for the evening --
opting for a three way.

Rony took me to the front desk where he got a key for one of the small
private rooms.  Not much more than a bed and a small table, but what else
do you need if you're just going to have sex.

I lied down on my back as Rony proceeded to take off my white towel.  It's
amazing how easy it is to communicate when you don't speak a language in
common.  He started playing with my cock as he dropped his green towel.  It
really felt great having this muscular god playing with my cock and nipples
at the same time.  I pointed to my cock as I helped to lower his head.  I
watched as he slowly bobbed up and down on my cock, not quite being able to
take the entire seven inches.  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the
sensation.

After about 10 minutes, he stopped sucking me and wanted me to reciprocate.
I had no problem with this; however his cock was a lot thicker than those
I've been used to.  In no time he was hard again and thoroughly enjoying
the tongue bath I was giving him.  While I sucked him, he continued to lick
and pinch various parts of my body.

The saunas in Brazil pride themselves on only permitting safe sex.  There
were condoms on small table that Rony dutifully applied, which must have
been magnum sized for his huge cock.  He lubed my ass and slowly entered
me.  I wasn't quite sure I could take the girth, but he was a pro -- in
more ways than one.  It felt really great lying on my back, being fucked by
this muscular Brazilian man.  Once he was completely inside me, I just
enjoyed the pleasure you feel when a young hot guy is fucking you.  He
alternated between fast and slow, going all the way in or at times just
entering with his mushroom head.  This lasted for about 10 or 15 minutes
before I started to shoot my load between our two bodies.  I can't remember
the last time I came so hard and so long.  This really excited Rony, who
withdrew, took off his condom, and shot another huge load on my chest.  I
don't think there was a dry spot on my chest, just gobs of hot male juice.
He then collapsed on me as our fluids mingled.

We toweled up and hit the showers before meeting back up with my friends in
the bar.  They too were smiling ear to ear.  I know I was.

We settled up with our green toweled friends, got dressed and headed back
to the hotel.  I gave Rony the name of the hotel and hoped I would see him
again the next morning.  We were leaving Joao Pessoa later that day.

Part 2 to follow

As usual, I would appreciate your comments.  Please send them to
goodguy321123@yahoo.com.  This is the second story I posted on nifty. I did
receive some very constructive comments and suggestions on my last story
-- Bali Four Hand Massage, and thank those readers as well.