Axiom2001

RE: Fun Fun Fun Lucky, all I can say is: DITTO-- personified! I had planned to take note of Godiva's reappearance, for it has been quite a while, but you did it for all! Thanks, man! Axiom

When I saw Carlo's pic and info on Sunday, I became a little baffled. I must assume that this is temporary, for I know (from reading) that he's visiting London during much of this month: I must presume that his new pic and all is merely to let the Brits know that this handsome Brasilian stud is in their town; it's purely for advertisement purposes.

A powerfully built hirsute man always gets the juices stirring big time!! Thanks, Les...

Thanks for sharing. I, too, had other reasons for going to Brazil besides to be fulfilled sexually. I had been to five of the seven continents, never to South America, and I plan not to go to Anarctica. It was just one of those things. The tours helped me, but I was in need of a guide who could SCOUT around with me for some of the time. I DO PLAN TO GO BACK in 2003.

Well, guys, last month I requested that the contingent of fellows who found themselves in "paradise" as some respondents have referred to Brazil or Rio, write when they return. For me, I decided to fulfill my birthday gift to self. I was to have gone to Rio, Salvador, Parati, Foz Iguacu Falls, and lastly Sao Paulo. I arrived in Rio mid morning after my long fourteen hour flight from the west coast, managed to obtain a taxi from personnel at one of the desks inside of the international terminal (advice of posters) and journeyed to Hotel ATLANTICO in Copa. Unfortunately I had a woman driver who did not say much, except when I addressed the issue of the run-off presidential election. Her English was very minimal, thus she was reluctant to continue the conversation. That was good for me in a way, for it allowed me to watch the scenery as she drove in the "heavy" traffic from airport to hotel. ...arrived at hotel safely. ...checked in and tried to sleep until 4 PM. ...decided to take a stroll along the beach, which I did. I just walked and checked out the crowd of people as well as the horrendous traffic which flowed constantly along Av. Atlantica. ...even did as the locals-- crossed this wide avenue against the traffic. Right now my memory is blurred, so I'll jump. During day two I took an eight tour of the city which included Sugar Loaf and Christ the Redeemer-- two outstanding landmarks in Rio. Our lunch was in a restaurant that is on the same street as Tom's favorite haunt, but I was oblivious to that particular one at that time of day. During the evening I had a date with Morreno set up. He's a gorgeous man but a little too, too straight for me. ...has a large beautiful tool which he definitely knows how to put to one, but when he did not want to reciprocate in ANY manner-- that was a let down for me. Because he is such a hott top-- I might get up enough nerve to see him again when I return to the land of the Cariocas. The next day I went on another tour (...can't remember which one now). That evening I was to have had a date at the hotel with Gil (Jeel), but handsome Ernani took me to a special street event in the Centro area/downtown. He apprised me of the architecture and other quaint features of the area. People watching and cruising was a blast. I had wanted him to return to the hotel with me, but he had to go home to rest to prepare for the gym the next day. I had no idea as to time, but when I arrived back at the hotel it was almost 1:30 am. I slept well. Men, I'll skip the other stuff-- tours, etc. All I enjoyed. On my fourth day, I think, I left the hotel and went to Estacao which was right down the street. In my honoring Tom's previous advice-- this experience was quite positive for me. ...went in. ...gave my name. ...received a robe (as requested). Then I went to change. One cute "twink" lurked around to seek my attention. I slightly smiled and spoke; then I began to meander. He approached me wanting to show me around; I told him thanks (obrigado), but I could make it on my own. He persisted in wanting to help. I finally took a seat and stated that I would like to be alone. Suddenly out of nowhere, another deep toned young stud approached me. Because of the language barrier, he and I did the best we could in communication. I sat in the area of the bar looking at the parade of cuties who sauntered and flipped their towels revealing all massive hardons. I smiled and looked into the eyes of a real cutie-- whose name is JODY or JODIE. He asked if I'd be willing to go with him and his friend. I consented after going through their and my programma. Off we went to one of the smaller cabines. Both young men whet my initial appetite to Cariocas. Afterwards, Jodie showed me his photo book; he showed me a picture of his (Aussie) girl friend and invited me to LeBoy on Friday to see him dance. He stated that he also is a dancer at LEBoy's counterpart--LEGIRL. (I went on this Thursday to see and perhaps get with the twins; they were not there.) At this juncture-- all of the escorts' attention focused on this skit or play which was being performed. I didn't want to see a play and since I had had a good time in a threeway, my appetite had been satisfied, I left. (At this writing, I think I should have stayed.) On Saturday night, I asked the desk clerk about my getting to Roger's. I gave him only the street address; he gave me two ways to get there. I took the easier of the two. Arriving at Roger's-- I went through the usual routine as mentioned above; the place had a lot of "hunks" of varying ages, colors, physicalities, etc., but now I damn myself, for CARLOS approached me while I checked in. He stated that he was the house masseur. I smiled and thanked him. Then I ventured to change. While there--out popped FABIANO and his very, very huge cock. I began to stir in more than one way. He kept telling me in English what he would and could do to and for me. I smiled and said perhaps later. In the meantime, I toured this awkward facility and wound up in the room where the bar is located; when I sat a rather muscular, handsome fellow leaned over from where he was and stated that we could have a very good time for R50. I again thanked him and politely indicated that I would get busy later. FABIANO returned and off we went. He was quite meticulous about the room's environment. He and I had a HOT time. (highly recommended) He's indeed "romantic" and accommodating to the wishes and/or desire of the client. I left, showered, and had a drink (mineral water) with FABIANO. He thanked me profusely then asked if I'd wanted to go see some videos. I asked him about one of the escorts who had been mentioned on this site; when FABIANO pointed him out, I gushed. He was so hot! While eyeing the video, I spotted a light complexioned, tatooed, muscular man on the side. He looked at me; I looked at him. He began to stroke himself, but my shyness overtook me and I glanced away. I excused myself and went downstairs to observe the innumerable hotties gathered there that evening. (Although it was a Saturday night, there were few customers.) I went back upstairs and sat comfortably in a corner; within a matter of a few minutes here comes the hot muscular man. We introduced ourselves and did as much communicating as possible. I don't know Portuguese or Spanish, only English; he knew the former two languages, but in the interim he popped the question: do you want to go to a cabine with me? Of course, I responded affirmatively. His name is LUKAS. When he told me that, I was all smiles again. Men, he is a sex pistol. Fabulous, fabulous body and technique, and he sweats profusely. He was oh so delicious, and during the event he spoke Portuguese-- hot, hot, hot! :9 Our session was indeed very, very satisfying. Afterwards we had our fluids; he thanked and kissed me. ...sat downstairs and observed the "twinks"! ...had four or five conquests, but I think I had not taken as many reais to this sauna as I should have, so I had to say "obrigdo" so many times. At one point, fabulously muscled CARLOS came over and asked if I'd wanted a massage. You all know what my answer was right now, I am kicking, kicking, kicking myself. The other days were uneventful, so to speak. Ernani and I could not get together for culture or pleasure; he loves riding his motorcycle, and I WAS NOT ABOUT TO BRAVE THIS in Rio. ...went to the Hippie Faire in Ipanema and the gay beach and to the gardens (alone) and to Maxim's on Sunday. ...was to have gone to the Plataforma on Sunday eve., ...had reservations mixed up, or the tour company did. Because I was principally alone and reluctant to scout out in unknown territory with a language impediment, I decided to abort my month-long itinerary and return to California. (At this writing I am quite ok with this, for I have vowed to myself to return before May of 2003. Financially, I didn't lose too much, and those experiences that I did have were quite worthwhile and indeed satisfying; I broke the "ice" so to speak. Before I left Rio late, I went to Blockbuster and got (what I had thought) ample money from the ATM machine. ...very easy and simple to use. ...went into a Caxica and asked a young man the directions to Blockbuster; he spoke fluent English and steered me in the right direction, etc. After getting my reais-- I went to Estacao; it was 3 PM. Come to find out, I was the only patron there; there were no men. I undressed and dawned my robe-- the only one who wore one when I visited on both occasions. I just smiled. The receptionist and towel man were both cordial and accommodating; I tipped both a R5. ...got my agua mineral and sat and watched the young men arrive, undress, pose, and eye me. One cutie whose name I can't remember came over and talked to me; we talked briefly then he left. I continued to sit and observe the patrons (who were quite few in number) and the young men. (I find using the term "boy" demeaning, so I used men throughout this lengthy saga.) One young man with whom I connected on the first night wanted to get with me again, but I politely declined. I wanted someone new. I hang around for about two hours when the same fellow came up to me and talked; he was with his muscular, somewhat mature, heavily hung friend and asked me if I wanted to get with the both of them. My response was that I wanted to get with his friend alone. On that note off we went-- JOHNNY and me. The man is an excellent top; he wanted to give me a massage, but I declined; I wanted to experience his prowess at "topping" me throughout our encounter. When we had finished, I went downstairs only to find out that I had a short time to hail a taxi. (Although I had wanted to experience a variety of men, again I had just enough money to take a taxi to the airport.) ...went back to the hotel and hurriedly packed and had hotel personnel procure a car for me. The ride to the airport was long and tedious; the traffic was extremely horrendous, but I arrived and went about the routine procedures of departing. The handsome young man who checked me first (I think is gay.) kept me smiling; for he was so cute. When he delivered me to a room to have my bag checked, the young cutie opened it and noted I had XL condoms and lube and other things in a side compartment covered with mesh; he seemingly did not bat an eye. Again, I was all smiles. Boarded the plane bound for Miami with many thoughts of regret, but as stated above, I SHALL RETURN and maybe sooner than indicated; I want to complete what I started. I "took the plunge." It DEFINITELY WAS NOT ALL FOR NAUGHT! P.S. I consider myself a world traveler having been to six or the seven continents-- lived in two: North America and Australia (two years). I don't know what the problem was besides the language component. (I did not think that English was spoken along-side Portuguese!) When I met Jake at Estacao on my last day, he assured me that I haven't been the only man who had felt the same symptoms as a lone traveler. I felt better after this! When I wrote Tri upon my return, I appreciated his sentiments and empathy. But, men, I "took the plunge" but not as deeply. The latter will happen in the future!:9

I saw his pic and his city/state; I have yet to read the review and will before night's end since I have read some rather glowing and enticing statements here.:9 :-) :9

Read other reviews. i.e., Ricardo SF; I'm sure you'd enjoy these reads.

>This has to be the saddest list of music I have ever read. >The only thing left to decide is who has the least amount of >taste the clients or the escorts. Remember dear, "different strokes for different folks"! Now, you address the question, please! AX

I didn't proofread prior to posting. Forgive me and overlook a few grammatical errors. If you hire Mr. Samuel X-- have a good time! He indeed seems appealing, but the man doesn't lip lock!

...sent Samuel an email stating my interests, and he immediately replied: the only downer for me is that he DOES NOT kiss, something that I like to do when hiring any escort. Also, I have never engaged in sex with a bi guy although I truly think an escort who has a very big dick and escorts out of SF is bi although he's denied it. He's far too much into himself; his philosophy is: you are here to please me. In fact, he openly admitted it to me the last time (and the very last time) that we were together. I don't know he said it because I was floating via the strong pot that I had puffed before he came to my hotel room or not. Thought I'd let you know. The man is HOOTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! But I think I will NOT hook up with Mr. X in spite of his prowess in the plowing area.