Medellin, Colombia

[+ José Soplanucas]

Max Avila stormed into my place and captivated me with his passion and promise. Yes, I think he headed on me. I was expecting a 20/25’  minutes interview. He gave me 1h15´. The same passion you see in his porn performances, he displays it in every single aspect of his life. You will see it when I publish it, how the most harmless questions trigger passionate pledges. In a moment, during the interview (it is documented!) he started to talk about how attracted he was at guys like me, but how hard it was to get us because we are insecure. My heart was dancing reggaeton. Besides the 75’ of interview. We smoked an apanado and chatted for about 90’. He closed with an emphatic and passionate invitation to join him on Thursday. He was leaving to meet Oraculo’s owner to plan the logistics of a big party. I will call him later, although he is correct. I am insecure and intimidated at hanging out with guys so hot. 

Max left at 5:30. I had an appointment at Fercho’s Bliss hotel at 7 with one of my favorite Bilatinmen performers, Mafioso. Once I got ready, I took a Viagra and grabbed my phone to text them that I was about to roll. As I had been filming the interview, I had cancelled notifications. When at 6:25 I opened my whatsapp to tell them I was coming, I found a message he sent at 4 asking me for confirmation. At 4 I was filming Max, and missed the message.

Fercho seems to work pretty much as the friends going to Santo Domingo describe Manny does. He is an intermediary between you and a catalogue of boys. They can send them to you for 180K the hour plus the cost of transportation, or they can provide you with a room at the Bliss and the hour full service at 150K. As I did not confirm at 4, it was assumed I was canceling the appointment. I explained the confusion and Fercho started to text Mafioso. He would not respond.

Fercho offered me a plan B. He sent me again a +100 pictures catalogue. I picked an alternative and, as it was getting late, made arrangements to have him in my place. I am simplifying a process that was much more complicated. I was very frustrated for not meeting Mafioso, and the re-arrangement was taking too long. Part of the frustration was that he wanted me to make a money transfer and I wanted to pay cash. We finally agreed that I would give the money to the car drive who would bring me the boy, who works for him.

Close to 9pm (the original appointment was at 7), he texted me that the bill would be 180 +60 transportatioon.

So my original plan was paying 150 to meet a porn performer I love. Now, I was going to pay 240 for a Plan B. I said no. Everything was very friendly and civil, but I will not call them again in this trip. I do not need a Manny in Medellin.

Here is where I want to express my gratitud, again, to the friends who shared their wisdom. I was frustrated, but I mostly was horny after feeling Max Avila was heading on me, and afterwards forseeing myself fucking Mafioso in an hotel in Centro, Medellin. I had taken one Viagra when getting ready to go to the Bliss. I needed a good Plan B quickly.

I called Leonardo. I had already made contact with him and made a deal in one second. 150K, he was coming to my place. The only bad thing about Leonardo is that he does not have an escort ad and so I will not publish a full review.

He looks gorgeous in the pictures, yet in person is not only breathtaking but also adorable. Venezuelan, Black, 28 years old, with a bachelor degree on fashion design, professor in a local Fashion Institute, he has his own onlyfans and is open about it in his more conventional career. However, escorting is clandestine, and to contact him you have to go through his Grindr, his Scruff, or his Twitter.

His service was excellent. Engaged, passionate, demanding, fucking this tall, muscular beauty, watching at him sucking my dick with voracity, cumming with my dick inside, will be indeed amongst my many cherished  Medellin memories. Amazing recommendation, gracias de nuevo! About midnight, I was sleeping like a happy angel.

Yesterday I met the last of the contacts I had made during my prepping weeks. This is a native Paisa, mixed of Black and Indio, 20 years old, plays in the Antioquia sub-23 voleyball team, champions in the last national tourment. I will call him the Baller. Meeting him in person was great, he looks better than his pictures. We went to have breakfast to Primer Parque Laureles and then headed to Prado Centro.

Beautiful old houses and buildings, poorly maintained. The Baller tells me that it is not safe to walk alone at night, as he says the hood is taken by street living people. The Costeño thinks it is not safe not even with daylight, as he was robbed at gun point last February in a corner there.

After appreciating beautiful but poorly aging architecture, we headed to Plaza Botero. I was specially curious to walk the park in front of the Cathedral and the church sides, to check the reports about hustlers and insecurity. I do not think I can contribute about safety, we were there at noon, there were many police officers visible, and I felt perfectly safe. I am sure it is different at night.

The hustlers were obvious. I would say that although I found them overwhelmingly unattractive for me, there were quite a few that more than match my standards. Anyways, this is a pool where I will not fish and where I do not recommend any foreigners to fish. I think only locals have the ability to navigate this market reasonably safe.

Not only did I see guys hustling, but also travs and women, and everyone was smoking weed or doing something else, despite a generous number of police walking around. There was also gay cruising, all people I saw interacting seemed to belong to below middle class extraction. 

Plaza Botero, with the Cathedral Building, is beautiful, but I am not a big fan of the sculptures. I love Botero’s paintings. We got into the Museo de Antioquia and had a banquet of some of his best works. I wish I could share my favorite pieces, but taking pictures is not allowed in the rooms devoted to Botero. The collection is massive, beautiful, and impressive.

Besides Botero, we also appreciated some other Colombian artists’ works.

There are several permanent and seasonal thematic showings. I specially liked a wing devoted to religious dogmas, with a section inspired on Heaven, and a section on Hell. From Hell: THE VIDEO IS TO BIG TO POST HERE. THIS CLIP AND TWO MORE ARE VIEWABLE AT GAYGUIDES.

 

We spent a couple of hours inside the museum, dodging the heaviest heat, and about 2 walked back into Centro. I wanted to check the places where the lower middle class or more popular layers do their shopping. We walk on the streets bellow Metro and around, walking in and out several stores. I was looking for a guayabera I never found.

After a while, I tried to call Uber. There were none available. This has been frustrating, as unlike several friends report, I do not think Uber provides a good service in Medellin. Several times I had to wait long minutes to find a ride, several times the rides were canceled and the waiting prolonged. I am thinking if reinstalling Didi in my phone. This time, we ended hopping  into a yellow cab.

The Baller had to be at training in the Laureles Stadio by 5, so he came over to hang out at my nest. As you know, I do not comment much on unpaid sex. I will just say that he ended canceling his training, and this time I did have lube. I had to call the Costeño, we were going to hang out at 5, when I expected to be free when I made my plans, we rescheduled for 7.

At 7 I took my two friends to dinner. They could have chosen any place, they chose Frisby, a local fried chicken chain. I was happy to see that the two boys were clicking fine, although later on the Baller showed some concerning signs of jealousy. We had fun, the Costeño is definitely an entertainer.

Frisby provides gloves to eat your chicken. Both boys told me that gloves are an extended practice in Colombia when you use your hands to eat.

After eating, we walked around the Segundo Parque de Laureles, sat at the park to smoke a joint, checked an Argentine restaurant (La Pampa) we found there, and finally headed to La Setenta.

So much noise! Bars and discos door by door, each with speakers at top volume. Chivas passing in rolling loud parties. Walking music bands offering serenatas. Jammed traffic. Loud. This video was recorded a few meters away from the loudest area: VER AT GAYGUIDES.

I recorded the video from a table where the three of us sat and stayed for a couple of hours, drinking and having fun.

This is the monstruosity ordered by the Costeño. Yes, there is candy floating and sunk in that fish ball full of maracañá and several liquors, besides beer. Truly disgusting. However, it was an endless source of fun trying to fish the candy using only the straws.

Close to midnight, we walked back home. We smoked an apanado and hang out until 2 am. I think I could have pushed them to have a threesome, but I think they would have made it only to please me, and did not want to put a spot in these two new and promising human connections. After smoking the joint we just laid down in bed chatting, each grabbing my hand or hugging me from each side. At 2 I called an Uber for the Costeño, we made up all the trip down to the gates. Once he was dropped, I called an Uber for the Baller, and we almost fuck again while waiting. At 3 I went to sleep.

Today I got up at 9:30. The Costeño called me to check if I had rested. The Baller called me to tell me that wanted to see me tonight. My plan is to rest, I want to be in the mood for finally exploring Medellin gays bars and Poblado. Everything seems to indicate we will be heading to Oraculo. Later, I will call Max.

Tomorrow will be the second day hanging out with el Montañero. We are planning to go to Comuna 13. Max, the Costeño, and the Baller, all told me that he scammed me asking me for 10K for each apanado. They all say you can get them between 3.5 and 4.5K. Max insisted that double pricing is an extended practice. He is confident that there are not visitors who are not being overcharged for everything in the city. I am understanding, and find it to be an act of justice. I will be alert, but I keep no grudge against the Montañero.

 

Edited April 14, 2022 by latbear4blk

[curiousbynature12]

Thank you for sharing this detailed account on your experiences in Medellin, as someone planning a trip there and as someone who enjoys your writing in general on here.

I hope you have a great time exploring El Poblado and the gay bars tonight!

[n2guysnatl]

19 hours ago, latbear4blk said:

I called Leonardo. I had already made contact with him and made a deal in one second. 150K, he was coming to my place. The only bad thing about Leonardo is that he does not have an escort ad and so I will not publish a full review.

He looks gorgeous in the pictures, yet in person is not only breathtaking but also adorable. Venezuelan, Black, 28 years old, with a bachelor degree on fashion design, professor in a local Fashion Institute, he has his own onlyfans and is open about it in his more conventional career. However, escorting is clandestine, and to contact him you have to go through his Grindr, his Scruff, or his Twitter.

His service was excellent. Engaged, passionate, demanding, fucking this tall, muscular beauty, watching at him sucking my dick with voracity, cumming with my dick inside, will be indeed amongst my many cherished  Medellin memories. Amazing recommendation, gracias de nuevo! About midnight, I was sleeping like a happy angel.

 

Leonardo is definitely HOT and I was instantly turned on.  Then while perusing his Twitter that changed!  His Twitter post from Dec 25, 2021 shows his beautiful cock fucking an ass and when he pulled out its bloody, dripping on the sheets below.  Blood is not sexy. 

[+ José Soplanucas]

1 hour ago, n2guysnatl said:

Leonardo is definitely HOT and I was instantly turned on.  Then while perusing his Twitter that changed!  His Twitter post from Dec 25, 2021 shows his beautiful cock fucking an ass and when he pulled out its bloody, dripping on the sheets below.  Blood is not sexy. 

I am sorry for your loss.

[+ José Soplanucas]

All the videos missing in this post, are viewable here.

 

On Thursday, both the Costeño and the Baller arrived punctually at 8pm. We called an Uber (again, lots of patience until we got one), and headed to my first expedition of El Poblado. I do not have a solid opinion about the neighborhood, but the few blocks I walked at night seemed the least interesting and Colombian I have seen so far. A regular middle class/upper middle class neighborhood as in most cities I have been in the Americas and Western Europe. I am talking about the looks, because you realize you are in Colombia as soon as you look at the people and listen to the noise.

It was the first day of the local Semana Santa, and all places were packed. There are countless bars and restaurants and casinos and sex shops and stores. A fancier La Setenta, with a level of noise considerable lower than in my neighborhood. Parque Lleras is under construction, so several streets are blocked and the whole parque is closed and fenced. 

We started the night dining in a popular fast food place. Max Avila has recommended me Burdo, but my two local friends chose another place, Big Chiquita. We ordered a “picada” for 4 people, $45K, That plus our beverages, the check was 9 bucks. I thought a picada would be a cheese and cold meats table as in Argentina, I was wrong. We got this:

A mountain of trash food, not very different to what it is called here “salchipapas”. It tasted better than it looks. From there, we went to Donde Aquellos, where we ordered a pinch of sangria and a hooka. The bill was 47 bucks. I liked this place, with tables arranged in a way that is like being sitting in a terrace watching the pedestrians passing by.

We hang out there for about one hour. One of the many things I liked is that there were at least other three tables with an older guy escorted by much younger men. During that hour, I was hit in Grindr by three beautiful boys asking me to invite them (they all at less than 50 meters distance) and by two hot escorts.

I have been developing a special fondness by the Costeño. Everywhere we go, he is the talles guy in attendance, and with his beautiful face and strange, clumsy movements (do you not think all very tall people moves like character cartoons?) he was getting a lot of attention. I mean, we were, which benefited as in many ways, like being served first, and never being forgotten by servers. Additionally, this was his first time in a gay place. He is bisexual and fond of mixed locations, but the boy was obviously happy and enjoying the attention. He was not the prettiest of my escorts, the Baller is hot, however he ended gaining my favor after this night together.

The Baller made a few comments that turned me off towards him, like questioning the Costeño’s honesty (because of his claimed bisexuality) or criticizing other boys who were with older gays because they were trying to take advantage of his money. Duh, exactly what he was doing. I would grow further and further from the Baller and closer and closer to the Costeño throughout this night.

From Donde Aquellos we went to Bar Chiquitas.

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The place is a conventional gay bar with a Colombian touch and First World prices. Drinks are 10 dollars and above. They had a drag contest with three competitors. We watched the drags perform and move to our next destination, te famous Club Oraculo.

Before reporting on that disco, I wanted to highlight a local cultural feature. Singing in community is an atavic human behavior. We do it in all cultures. However, I have never been in one like here in Medellin, where they are singing all the time. Everyone knows the lyrics of the songs they play in bars, and they all sing the songs in chorus. In a development of karaoke that I had not seen before, it is very common to see in bars big screens where they project the songs and the attendants all sing them in chorus. I love this.

We arrived to Club Oraculo about midnight, and the place was full beyond their legal limits. In order to get in, the Costeño had to use all his street smart skills (he is very skilled, I will share more information later on). They were blocking our entrance because my two boys did not have a paper vaccination card (by the way, Chiquitas y Oraculo were the only two places during this trip where I was asked to flash my card) but only virtual ones. However, we could see how the bouncers would let other people get in without any issues. We got in, paying 15K each, which is the regular ticket (4 bucks). But then, we were not able to walk into the tecno disco (there are other 2 rooms we never got in) underground dance floor. The Costeño negotiated again, and we were allowed in with the condition I had to buy a full bottle of liquor. I chose a tequila, paid the 125 bucks it costed, and we were in. 

We stayed almost 5 hours, and it was fun. I had not dance that much in many years, but the reggaeton booming in the speakers would force you to dance. The place was full of hot boys, I am confident I would have taken at least one should I were alone. Before arriving they had a stripper show. Based on the pictures I saw, I do not think we missed anything. During our visit, we saw several good drag shows, the same drags we had seen at Chiquitas. I understand the two placed have the same owner and work in tandem.

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The Costeño was again a sensation. He started to “perrear” and everyone wanted to have some of him. Here you can see a little bit of him in action.

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The boy was enjoying himself. Several times made out with me and dared to pull out my hard dick to play with it. Several times brought the Baller and the three of us would make out. Not only the tall boy was a sensation, the three of us were. We remained in that dance floor until about 5, when they turned on the lights to start closing.

When we walked out, I realized I was almost deaf. I would hear a strong continuous buzz, and would need to be repeated several times the things I was told. That is the one bad thing from that night. I am writing this report 48 hours after, my ears are still buzzing and cannot hear normally. I just hope I did not hurt my eardrums. 

Everyone was living and we were trying to get a car. A taxi driver asked for 50K to take us to Laureles. So I decided to try Uber. After 15 minutes of looking for a driver and 2 trips canceled, we got a car for less than half the money the taxi driver was asking for. 

We arrived home. I had the feeling the boys were aiming to a threesome. However, while the Costeño was showering, I called an Uber for the Baller. He is hot, but I wanted to be alone with my favorite boy. When he came from the shower, he went straight to untie the Baller’s shoes and I had to take my phone from his hands, otherwise he would have cancel the Uber trip. 

Once the Baller was out, we jumped to bed, fucked, and fell slept. It was almost 6:30. At 7 I woke up needing to take a shit. That picada was mortal. I took a shower after shitting and returned to bed. At about 9:30 we fucked again and, when we were about to try to stay sleeping, were woke up by a Semana Santa procession. 

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Most of the noise, chanting, and loud music took place before I put myself together to record that clip. We prepared breakfast and stayed home to wait for the Montañero to arrive, and then go all together to Comuna 13. We had a few hours to chat and rest. The boy took a shower, and clean up the whole bedroom without me asking him to do it. He also fixed us a Paisa breakfast and we just hang out and chat until 2pm, when out third partner arrived.

I learned some interesting information during this long chat. Until March, he was a pimp. He showed me his social media advertising the half dozen girls he was managing, in a house he was renting in Laureles. Unfortunately, his best friend and whore betrayed him in complicity with the other girls, stole all of the money he had hidden in the house, and ran away. It was probably an act of justice, although my boy thinks he was very generous. Instead of taking 50% of their income, he was taking only 15K per client. The regular fee for a female escort, he told me, would be around 60K, considerably lower than males, with a range between 120K and 200K. Learning this side of the Costeño made him even more interesting, and helped me to understand how he was so street smart and useful to navigate the city.

One additional source of fondness for the Costeño: he is half Venezuelan. All the many Venezuelans I have met in these three last years have brought happiness to my life.

At 2pm, the Montañero arrived and we started our field trip to Comuna 13. He was not happy at seeing I was not alone. I think he probably wanted to make me purchase again over priced stuff, which may be his business hanging out with foreigners. He stayed the whole time with us, but almost did not speak and left 3 hours earlier then in our first encounter. I do not remember whether I share that he sold me marihuana at a price more than 50% higher. I gave him 10K per each apanado, when they cost between 3.5 and 4K, according to Max Avila en the Costeño.

Comuna 13 is amazing. If you have any kind of mobility challenge, perhaps you should skip this field trip. You have to walk about three  blocks in a very steep slope (very) in order to reach the first set of escalators. The whole place is a fun/shopping open mall. I apologize if any information shared here is inaccurate. I am repeating what the boys told me, I did not verify this information. 

The government has purchased houses to build the escalators and the high promenade that tops the circuit. You can actually keep going higher climbing regular steps, but my vertigo would allow me to climb but not to come down. We did not climb to the highest miradores on top of the hill. Houses around the escalator and the promenade have been reconverted in shops, bars, and restaurants. There all kind of them, some very Colombian traditional looking, some others very modern and European style.

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We chose a traditional looking place to have lunch. The restaurant was actually a woman cooking from her kitchen, tables served by her daughter, and a menu with only three choices: beef, chicken, or fish (talapia). 

The yucas is a replacement I order instead of the soup. They only had fish food, which I do not like. I had tried the yucas as a side in another plate, and found them delicious. I will try to replicate her recipe, out of guessing as I did not ask her. The check for that food, two bottles of water, and a big cup of natural just squeezed juice, was 78K (21 bucks). Although the service had been horrible (the server forgot and mixed our orders), the food was delicious.

The promenade had sections thar were crowded beyond imagination. Walking through some sections was nearly impossible and very slow. If you add motorcycles trying to go through pedestrians, you can imagine. Not recommendable on weekends if you are phobic to crowds. This was Jueves Santo, that is why was so crowded. I would love to try this field trip again my next time, but on a regular week day.

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The crowd was friendly, diverse, and festive, though. In the sections where you had air to breath, the views were amazing.

The place is rich enough to deserve several cities. I would love to go once again and focus on the murals, and some other time on the street food offered along the circuit.

Shortly after 5 we were walking out of Comuna 13, heading to a nearby university campus to smoke the last apanado I had left. After doing it, we called an Uber. After the regular wait to be connected, and one trip canceled, we got a car. This was the first time I rated negatively an Uber driver.

When we walked into the car, he seemed scared and tried to stop us, asking me if we three were together. Believe me, my two companions do not look scaring at all. He finally let us in. Once in, the Montañero told me that he wanted to go back home. So I used the app to add Terminal Norte as the final destination, and told the driver what I just had done. He got upset, saying that we could not do that. When the three of us jumped to ask why, he changed his tone and apologized saying that Uber was not able to go to the Terminal. He was lying.

We walked out of his car by my place. I googled his explanation, I did not find anything confirming it, and called another Uber. This driver had no problems going to the Terminal. I canceled my tip and gave 2 stars to the first driver. Bitch.

We stayed kissing, hugging, and saying goodbye with my favorite pimp boy, this time we were too tire to have sex again. About 7:30 I called an Uber for him. For the first time, he asked me for money: 15K to order salchipapas. I gave him 50K, and his face shone out of happiness. He was very insistent on expressing his appreciation for all the money I had spent on him the days we hang out together.

I was exhaust, deaf and with almost no sleeping in 48 hours, so I decided to stay home. At 8:30, Max Avila calls me to invite me for drinks. Believe it or not, I excused myself and promised him I would accept the invitation in November, when I will probably have my next trip to Medellin. He promised the invitation would be still up. I am sufre I confirmed all his views about the insecurity of non hot guys like me compared to the confidence of sex gods like him. However, I was not in shape to perform socially or sexually. I hate the bad timing, but I do not regret my decision.

After talking to him, I fell asleep in the couch. I woke up at 10:30, moved to bed, and slept without stopping until 7am today. At 8:30 the nurse that was supposed to be arriving at 9 was ringing my door. She did to me the same test that I do every week for my job. Negative. I already have the email I need to board my plane tonight. I paid 125 for this service. Considering is Semana Santa, it is the safest thing to do, so I am happy with the over price. 

I am about to go out to do some last minute shopping of little things to bring to my students and friends, and then will chill at home until 9, when I will be calling my Uber. This is probably my last travel log entry in this thread.

[BSR]

For those wondering what "perrear" means, this brief video shows you.  Even if you don't understand Spanish, it's worth watching just for the visuals.

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[socurious]

Perrear is to dance. Medellin is the capital of reggaeton music in case people didn't know.

[Chidude]

Is Christmastime a good or bad time to visit?  Is everything closed down during the holiday season?

[+ José Soplanucas]

On 5/5/2022 at 11:06 AM, nycboi said:

Perrear is to dance. Medellin is the capital of reggaeton music in case people didn't know.

No, sir. "Perrear" is a specific form of dancing. It is typical of reggaeton, yes, but not exclusive of it and it does not mean "to dance". Black Americans haven been "perreando" at hip hop variations for many years now.

[+ José Soplanucas]

On 11/14/2022 at 8:16 PM, Chidude said:

Is Christmastime a good or bad time to visit?  Is everything closed down during the holiday season?

To visit Medellin, any time of the year is good. Unlike Bogotá, the fun in Medellin close down. You will find museums closed in holidays days, but sex clubs and gay bars remain open, as well as touristic trendy places like Comuna 13.

[+ José Soplanucas]

On 11/23/2022 at 7:54 AM, José Soplanucas said:

the fun in Medellin close down.

I meant "never closes down".