Axiom2001

Si!  Si!  "I, too, hope that you make more travels back to Mother Brazil and explore other parts of this magnificent country.  The culture is varied; the men are gorgeous all over.
 
When I went to the Amazonia portion of Brazil, I stayed in a pousauda (sp) guest hotel and had my own guide for four or five days.  He happened to have been the son of the manager and was a truly gorgeous lad in his early 20s.
On my first evening, he and I sat in the very spacious lobby and talked about an hour plus prior to dinner.  During our conversation he mentioned that he was not gay and had been hit on a few times.  The next day he took me on a solo tour through parts of the Amazon jungle; it was slightly a daunting experience, for I am very fearful of snakes.  Fortunately, we encountered none but knew of that crocs or alligators plagued the river waters.
During Day 3 he and I got inside of a canoe and paddled up the Amazon to the hotel where he formerly worked.  It's the only hotel in the jungle that has been built on huge stilts.  (At this date in time, I have completely forgotten specific names of places and people and things.  (Sorry!). Jhonny was hailed as royalty as his fellow workers greeted and conversed with him.  I just stood and marveled as to what I was seeing.  He gave me a brief tour of the facilities, and at tone point, Jhonny took me inside of a greenhouse and explained its significance.  He, at one point, decided to sit.  Because I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and beauty and my desire "to smother him" with deep, wet kisses and give him one hell of a super mouthwatering tongue bath, I decided to stand and listen.  
We must have stayed inside of this place for almost an hour, for as we departed, it was slightly dark outside.  We returned to the canoe or row boat and were on our way.  As we neared the lodging, the boat abruptly stopped in the water; I was completely freaked out, for I do not know how to swim.  Jhonny did not say anything and got the motor running again.  When he and I reached the lobby, I looked over at him and almost went out of my fucking mind in my looking at his tee shirt that was wet from sweat and his slightly bulging muscles.  We parted company and readied ourselves for dinner.
After a good night sleep in my windowless cabin, I arose, had breakfast, and was invited into Jhonny's small study and join him at his desk .  He'd wanted to give me some discs of the photos that he'd taken since I would be taking off an hour or so later.  While I was at the computer and typing, Jhonny complimented me on my typing skills, for I took one year of typing while in high school and had developed a wonderful, smooth and somewhat rapid speed.  
He gave me the discs; I gave him a very, very nice gratuity and said goodbye to him and his mother.  The other seven or eight guests had left for another day of touring.
A taxi took me to an area where I joined a super-gorgeous driver who drove me to the airport that was in the major city whose name I've forgotten.  For almost an hour, I was very acutely horny for that super-hot, muscular driver.  We, unfortunately, drove in silence, for he could not speak Ingles and I know virtually little Brasilian Portuguese.  We arrived; I thanked him and gave him a good gratuity.  
To date all that I have that remains is a slight memory of my Amazon experience.  It was ALL GOOD!
So to all of you Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo lovers, venture out during your future visits to "Mother Brasil," for you'll meet a variety of folk, flora, fauna, culture, and oh yes: NATURAL BEAUTY from many vantage points.

Si!  Si!  "I, too, hope that you make more travels back to Mother Brazil and explore other parts of this magnificent country.  The culture is varied; the men are gorgeous all over.
 
When I went to the Amazonia portion of Brazil, I stayed in a pousauda (sp) guest hotel and had my own guide for four or five days.  He happened to have been the son of the manager and was a truly gorgeous lad in his early 20s.
On my first evening, he and I sat in the very spacious lobby and talked about an hour plus prior to dinner.  During our conversation he mentioned that he was not gay and had been hit on a few times.  The next day he took me on a solo tour through parts of the Amazon jungle; it was slightly a daunting experience, for I am very fearful of snakes.  Fortunately, we encountered none but knew of that crocs or alligators plagued the river waters.
During Day 3 he and I got inside of a canoe and paddled up the Amazon to the hotel where he formerly worked.  It's the only hotel in the jungle that has been built on huge stilts.  (At this date in time, I have completely forgotten specific names of places and people and things.  (Sorry!). Jhonny was hailed as royalty as his fellow workers greeted and conversed with him.  I just stood and marveled as to what I was seeing.  He gave me a brief tour of the facilities, and at tone point, Jhonny took me inside of a greenhouse and explained its significance.  He, at one point, decided to sit.  Because I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and beauty and my desire "to smother him" with deep, wet kisses and give him one hell of a super mouthwatering tongue bath, I decided to stand and listen.  
We must have stayed inside of this place for almost an hour, for as we departed, it was slightly dark outside.  We returned to the canoe or row boat and were on our way.  As we neared the lodging, the boat abruptly stopped in the water; I was completely freaked out, for I do not know how to swim.  Jhonny did not say anything and got the motor running again.  When he and I reached the lobby, I looked over at him and almost went out of my fucking mind in my looking at his tee shirt that was wet from sweat and his slightly bulging muscles.  We parted company and readied ourselves for dinner.
After a good night sleep in my windowless cabin, I arose, had breakfast, and was invited into Jhonny's small study and join him at his desk .  He'd wanted to give me some discs of the photos that he'd taken since I would be taking off an hour or so later.  While I was at the computer and typing, Jhonny complimented me on my typing skills, for I took one year of typing while in high school and had developed a wonderful, smooth and somewhat rapid speed.  
He gave me the discs; I gave him a very, very nice gratuity and said goodbye to him and his mother.  The other seven or eight guests had left for another day of touring.
A taxi took me to an area where I joined a super-gorgeous driver who drove me to the airport that was in the major city whose name I've forgotten.  For almost an hour, I was very acutely horny for that super-hot, muscular driver.  We, unfortunately, drove in silence, for he could not speak Ingles and I know virtually little Brasilian Portuguese.  We arrived; I thanked him and gave him a good gratuity.  
To date all that I have that remains is a slight memory of my Amazon experience.  It was ALL GOOD!
So to all of you Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo lovers, venture out during your future visits to "Mother Brasil," for you'll meet a variety of folk, flora, fauna, culture, and oh yes: NATURAL BEAUTY from many vantage points.

Si!  Si!  "I, too, hope that you make more travels back to Mother Brazil and explore other parts of this magnificent country.  The culture is varied; the men are gorgeous all over.
 
When I went to the Amazonia portion of Brazil, I stayed in a pousauda (sp) guest hotel and had my own guide for four or five days.  He happened to have been the son of the manager and was a truly gorgeous lad in his early 20s.
On my first evening, he and I sat in the very spacious lobby and talked about an hour plus prior to dinner.  During our conversation he mentioned that he was not gay and had been hit on a few times.  The next day he took me on a solo tour through parts of the Amazon jungle; it was slightly a daunting experience, for I am very fearful of snakes.  Fortunately, we encountered none but knew of that crocs or alligators plagued the river waters.
During Day 3 he and I got inside of a canoe and paddled up the Amazon to the hotel where he formerly worked.  It's the only hotel in the jungle that has been built on huge stilts.  (At this date in time, I have completely forgotten specific names of places and people and things.  (Sorry!). Jhonny was hailed as royalty as his fellow workers greeted and conversed with him.  I just stood and marveled as to what I was seeing.  He gave me a brief tour of the facilities, and at tone point, Jhonny took me inside of a greenhouse and explained its significance.  He, at one point, decided to sit.  Because I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and beauty and my desire "to smother him" with deep, wet kisses and give him one hell of a super mouthwatering tongue bath, I decided to stand and listen.  
We must have stayed inside of this place for almost an hour, for as we departed, it was slightly dark outside.  We returned to the canoe or row boat and were on our way.  As we neared the lodging, the boat abruptly stopped in the water; I was completely freaked out, for I do not know how to swim.  Jhonny did not say anything and got the motor running again.  When he and I reached the lobby, I looked over at him and almost went out of my fucking mind in my looking at his tee shirt that was wet from sweat and his slightly bulging muscles.  We parted company and readied ourselves for dinner.
After a good night sleep in my windowless cabin, I arose, had breakfast, and was invited into Jhonny's small study and join him at his desk .  He'd wanted to give me some discs of the photos that he'd taken since I would be taking off an hour or so later.  While I was at the computer and typing, Jhonny complimented me on my typing skills, for I took one year of typing while in high school and had developed a wonderful, smooth and somewhat rapid speed.  
He gave me the discs; I gave him a very, very nice gratuity and said goodbye to him and his mother.  The other seven or eight guests had left for another day of touring.
A taxi took me to an area where I joined a super-gorgeous driver who drove me to the airport that was in the major city whose name I've forgotten.  For almost an hour, I was very acutely horny for that super-hot, muscular driver.  We, unfortunately, drove in silence, for he could not speak Ingles and I know virtually little Brasilian Portuguese.  We arrived; I thanked him and gave him a good gratuity.  
To date all that I have that remains is a slight memory of my Amazon experience.  It was ALL GOOD!
So to all of you Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo lovers, venture out during your future visits to "Mother Brasil," for you'll meet a variety of folk, flora, fauna, culture, and oh yes: NATURAL BEAUTY from many vantage points.

Si!  Si!  "I, too, hope that you make more travels back to Mother Brazil and explore other parts of this magnificent country.  The culture is varied; the men are gorgeous all over.
 
When I went to the Amazonia portion of Brazil, I stayed in a pousauda (sp) guest hotel and had my own guide for four or five days.  He happened to have been the son of the manager and was a truly gorgeous lad in his early 20s.
On my first evening, he and I sat in the very spacious lobby and talked about an hour plus prior to dinner.  During our conversation he mentioned that he was not gay and had been hit on a few times.  The next day he took me on a solo tour through parts of the Amazon jungle; it was slightly a daunting experience, for I am very fearful of snakes.  Fortunately, we encountered none but knew of that crocs or alligators plagued the river waters.
During Day 3 he and I got inside of a canoe and paddled up the Amazon to the hotel where he formerly worked.  It's the only hotel in the jungle that has been built on huge stilts.  (At this date in time, I have completely forgotten specific names of places and people and things.  (Sorry!). Jhonny was hailed as royalty as his fellow workers greeted and conversed with him.  I just stood and marveled as to what I was seeing.  He gave me a brief tour of the facilities, and at tone point, Jhonny took me inside of a greenhouse and explained its significance.  He, at one point, decided to sit.  Because I was so taken aback by his handsomeness and beauty and my desire "to smother him" with deep, wet kisses and give him one hell of a super mouthwatering tongue bath, I decided to stand and listen.  
We must have stayed inside of this place for almost an hour, for as we departed, it was slightly dark outside.  We returned to the canoe or row boat and were on our way.  As we neared the lodging, the boat abruptly stopped in the water; I was completely freaked out, for I do not know how to swim.  Jhonny did not say anything and got the motor running again.  When he and I reached the lobby, I looked over at him and almost went out of my fucking mind in my looking at his tee shirt that was wet from sweat and his slightly bulging muscles.  We parted company and readied ourselves for dinner.
After a good night sleep in my windowless cabin, I arose, had breakfast, and was invited into Jhonny's small study and join him at his desk .  He'd wanted to give me some discs of the photos that he'd taken since I would be taking off an hour or so later.  While I was at the computer and typing, Jhonny complimented me on my typing skills, for I took one year of typing while in high school and had developed a wonderful, smooth and somewhat rapid speed.  
He gave me the discs; I gave him a very, very nice gratuity and said goodbye to him and his mother.  The other seven or eight guests had left for another day of touring.
A taxi took me to an area where I joined a super-gorgeous driver who drove me to the airport that was in the major city whose name I've forgotten.  For almost an hour, I was very acutely horny for that super-hot, muscular driver.  We, unfortunately, drove in silence, for he could not speak Ingles and I know virtually little Brasilian Portuguese.  We arrived; I thanked him and gave him a good gratuity.  
To date all that I have that remains is a slight memory of my Amazon experience.  It was ALL GOOD!
So to all of you Rio de Janeiro and São Paulo lovers, venture out during your future visits to "Mother Brasil," for you'll meet a variety of folk, flora, fauna, culture, and oh yes: NATURAL BEAUTY from many vantage points.

Loved your report! I go to Brazil every year and I prefer Rio over SP. 
My experience in SP was similar to your Rio experience. The garotos I met in SP were all upcharging me and they spoke really good English.
I speak a little Portuguese and I love the food there. Very fresh and natural. I hope you go back and explore more of Brazil.

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That's a nice, hard & thick boner!  😉

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