November 23: The flight was uneventful. There was no extra room in business class from L.A. to Chicago, but I did get upgraded into business class from Chicago to Rio. At the United Red Carpet lounge in Chicago (which I could use since I had an international business-class ticket), I took the two free-drink coupons and asked if they had a hot spot for internet access. The agent said they did, so I fired up my computer, only to be greeted by a screen which gave me the options of several different subscriptions. I didn’t need to pay for a service I wouldn’t be using just to check 6 hours’ worth of e-mail, so I made a few phone calls.

On to Rio, for some reason my shoulder was killing me as I tried to sleep. I had had surgery at the end of July and this was the worst it had hurt since then. I don’t know if it was just being immobilized by the long plane flight or what, but I barely slept. So when I got into Rio, I was excited but exhausted.

The flight arrived a half hour early, so I was able to collect all my bags and get through customs and immigration (no questions asked) and wait for Vera in the waiting area outside customs. I was eye-flirting with a cute young blonde who was sitting in the waiting area. Welcome to Rio, I thought. She seemed to be with somebody so I did not pursue it. Vera showed up a few minutes later and gave me a big embrace.

Vera’s driver circled around and picked us up, piled my luggage in the trunk and off we went into Rio. Vera and I chatted eagerly, like the old friends that we have become since I have been renting my apartments through her. This the fifth Thanksgiving in a row in Rio. Gee, I’ll need to get a new visa before I come next winter.

We got to Vera’s building and went up to my apartment—a beautiful, recently redecorated apartment on the twelfth floor above Sindicato do Chopp by Rua Francisca Sa. Of course it was decorated by Brazilians so it did not quite fit some of my requirements. For instance, the blinds were these flimsy cloth hanging things. They did not block out the sunlight at all and the sun rose over the Atlantic right into my window.

I went in to take a shower and had trouble adjusting the hot water to my taste. I found out two days later how to work the system properly—meanwhile, I got it to work well once but had mixed results other times. If you adjusted the cold water, you had to let it come to equilibrium before turning the valve further. Otherwise, the gas to the continuous water heater shut off, and you got cold water until you turned the cold off all the way, at which point the gas would (eventually) come on again. Another cultural difference.

I was pretty tired but I still had a few things to do so I went out and bought some essentials for my stay in the apartment, some things for the refrigerator, changed some money and so on.

I called my friend Rick who was in town from Los Angeles. He was here with his cousin and said they would be having dinner at Terrazzo Atlantico at 10:00, I should join them. I lay down to take a nap around 6:30.

I woke up around 9:25 and got dressed. Walking down to the restaurant, I enjoyed the mild evening. I did not see my friend at first so I did a lap around the restaurant, looking closely the tables to see if I could find him. I was surprised that I didn’t see any garotas that I recognized, but I did see a couple of men that I had seen multiple times on previous trips. Maybe some of you that I hadn’t met yet.

So I called Rick and he said, “Oh we’re inside.” They were actually inside the restaurant, and I discovered another good seat—at the corner of the main walkway and the passageway to the restrooms, inside. That turned out to be a favorite location for an ex-pat I became friends with on the trip.

There were a couple of other people at the table and it turned out one of them was a man with whom I had had some e-mail correspondence, who spent much of the year in Rio. He was a friend of a mutual friend who wanted to give me one more connection in Rio. We had the usual good dinner. It turned out that Rick’s ex-father-in-law had been the maitre d’ at Terrazzo Atlantico. After dinner, I sat and chatted for 15 minutes with my new friend, and then he went home (to Barra) to his GF.

Rick and I went outside and wandered around for awhile. He decided to go into Help before midnight, but I was not quite up to staying up late and dancing so I just looked around for a little while. I thought the talent sucked. There was nobody I liked. One garota had been standing outside of the restaurant while we were eating but she had gone off shortly before we finished and I did not see her again. After that, there was nobody else I liked, so I went home and to sleep.

November 24, Thanksgiving: I slept for 12 hours before I woke up, finally refreshed. My shoulder had stopped bothering me—who knows what the problem was, I didn’t care as long as it was gone. I called my friend Bob who has lived here for 20 years, and talked to him for 20 minutes. He said it was not a good time to bring him the peanut butter and vitamins that I had carried from the United States because his favorita was coming over shortly. But the important piece of information was that Thanksgiving dinner was off. We had talked about going to Marriott for some real turkey and football but he had some good reasons why that would not be a very enjoyable event this year.

So it would be plan B, which was actually preferable in my mind to having dinner with a bunch of gringos and ex-pats. I wanted to buy a pair of custom-made shoes and had located a shoemaker on my last trip. But he said it took about four or five weeks to get the shoes made, and you have to return for at least one fitting during the process, and that trip had not been long enough. So I wanted to make sure that I got in early and get the shoes made.

I spent a few minutes looking at a detailed map of Rio, and was delighted to find that the shoemaker was just a couple of blocks from 4x4. Perfect for Plan B (the good half). I took a taxi down to the main corner by the small alley that the shoemaker was on, and the cab driver actually went right by 4x4 going around the block to navigate the one-way streets and drop me off at the corner I had requested. So I knew exactly how to walk back there.

The shoemaker inspired my confidence immediately. He spoke a little English, and took more measurements than the others had taken on the two pairs of custom shoes I’ve had made (one in L.A. and one in Italy). I had a good feeling about the quality after he told me that all the shoes in their display room they made themselves. I selected a pair of ankle high boots with two inch heels—everyone can stand being a little bit taller, especially me. They had zippers on the sides and looked very handsome. Cost: R$500 (negotiated down from 525). He said he would call me when it was time for the fitting in about three weeks and off I went. (It turned out that he sort of lied, he called me in about 2 ˝ weeks, and the shoes fit perfectly, maybe there would have been more work to do if they hadn’t fit.)

It was a short walk to 4x4 and I went right in. Since I had only been there once in the last few years, I was a little confused, especially since there were a lot of men just sitting in the reception area waiting, some fully dressed and some in robes. But I went up to the desk and I got my key, changed into a robe, and went up into the boite.

I looked around and really did not see the level of talent that I had been so impressed with the last time. Most of the girls were pretty big around the hips and that was not to my taste. I gulped down a Red Bull and walked around. It was quite crowded at 4:00 PM, and it looked like about an even ratio of men to girls.

Shortly after I started mingling, a cute dark-haired girl approached me and started talking. I looked at her and realized that she was about the cutest girl in the place as far as her face went. And the rest of her looked okay, her butt was big but not too big. She said her name was Angel. She did not speak much English, so we chatted a bit in Portuguese.

Then we started kissing, and I was so impressed that I decided she would be the one. She was asking something about a suite and without waiting for an answer, she led me down a hallway. She opened a door that said Sultan Suite. I looked at the luxurious suite and asked quanto, she said it was R$350. That was too much, and we settled on a R$210 suite for one hour.

Once in the suite (and after the usual shower), we started making out like teenagers. Angel was a superb kisser, and she soon turned her oral attentions towards little Hunterman, who was ready and eager by then. After getting several moans out of me, she started going lower--beijos negros, wonderful feeling. I was getting too turned on, so I brought her back to a full embrace and started kissing first her face, then her neck, and down to her pert, erect nipples. Then, down to her crotch, shaved but for a tuft above the slit. I started plying my oral skills, and she came amidst uncontrollable writhing after a short time. Then she pulled away, too sensitive for me to continue. I asked her if she liked anal, and she said “Sim.” And she really liked it, she said. So did I, with her. She asked me to go slowly, and was doing some wonderful things with various muscles that really felt good, so I came more quickly than I wanted.

Photos: Angel 01 02 03

She lit up a cigarette, and we talked a little. I asked her for her phone number, and she said she‘d give it to me. She asked me to speak in English, said she understood some English but couldn‘t really speak it. So I spoke a mixture of Portuguese and English, and she translated my English into Portuguese. Kind of fun, while I recovered a little, and I felt I had made some definite progress with a very difficult language. Then we got back into making out--she was such a good kisser, I loved it. She asked if I could come again, we only had 10 minutes, and I shrugged, maybe, it had been only 10 minutes for reloading. When missionary and doggie positions didn’t get me off quickly, she went back to the wonderful beijos negro and jerked me off onto her belly. Normally I don’t like the JO technique, but with what she was doing with her tongue, I had a great orgasm. The phone rang a moment later, and we cleaned up.

Afterward we went back into the boite and she went off to put her bag away. I was looking for her and had trouble finding her in the crowd. When I sat down, I had to shoo away about three different girls who came over and tried to solicit me. Finally I stood up and started mingling a little bit, and found her towards the back. She brought an eight by ten print picture of her with a nice little message on the back and her phone number. I took it and went back to my locker to leave.

The bill was pretty reasonable, R$232 total including the beer I bought her and another water (since I had sessioned before 5 PM). I went out the door and asked directions to the subway, feeling adventurous. The doorman told me to go straight (to the right) three blocks and then turn right. So out the door I turned right, walked three blocks down Rua Buenos Aries and came to Uruguaiana Square. This was a market with all kinds of stalls and vendors with their wares spread out on the sidewalk. I turned the right and saw a subway sign Metro, that was easy. Down the stairs, bought the ticket, went into the Zona Sul departure area and confirmed that the Copacabana stop was on the line, apparently near the end.

The train came quickly, and it only took about 15 minutes to get back to Copacabana. Easy. I got off at the Siqueira Campos stop, and walked home.

Around 10:30 I went up to TA and looked for my friend Rick. While I was looking for him, I saw Randalst, a fellow hombre I had met a year before. He was sitting with his friend Carla. I joined them. While I was checking out the talent, I noticed a really tiny spinner, very cute standing on the side. I kept my eye on her for a few minutes. When Carla came back from the restroom, she chatted with the spinner for a minute. So as soon as Carla sat down, I told her that I liked her friend, and wanted to meet her. Carla said “Okay, I have her telephone number.” We continued talking for a while and I noticed that the spinner had gone somewhere so I asked Carla how I could meet her. Carla told me that they called her Barbie because she was such a tiny little Barbie doll and she put Barbie’s number into my telephone. She suggested we call her right then. Barbie was sitting with a couple of guys but answered the phone and came over for a minute. I introduced myself to her and told her I was interested. Just then the guys got up and left so Barbie sat with me. I was smitten with her.

I knew I had to have her so the interview was kind of short. I asked her how old she was and if she liked to kiss and she said yes very much. I did not even talk price or other details. After a little kiss which let me know that she really did like kiss and could kiss well, we took off back to my place.

I thought Barbie was extremely cute, and I was really turned on. Back in my apartment, we went over to the window to enjoy the lovely view, and started making out. She turned out to be a talented kisser. So talented that, when she dragged me to the bed and put a camisinha on me (despite my protestations), it didn’t seem to matter. Her mouth and tongue worked my cock even stiffer. I pulled her into 69 position, and we did that for a while—I like CBJ better if I’m somewhat distracted by other activities.

After quite a few minutes of oral ecstasy, she hopped on top and started grinding. She screamed out as she came, and slowed down only for a moment. She was talking in Portuguese, saying how much she liked sex and how good it felt, bouncing up and down, and looking luscious. Then she started bucking hard, and kept it up for a while. Thankfully, I was able to stay hard and keep our pleasure level high—I think she came a couple more times before she turned us over. In missionary, I slowed the pace off and on for a while.

We switched to doggie, and made me come with some vigorous movements. I lay down with her and cuddled for a moment. She started to get up, and I pulled her back into my arms.

But after a few moments, she said she had to go back to work. Since we really had not negotiated ahead of time I decided not to make an issue of it. She said I could call her tomorrow, that her time was free during the day. The photos did not come out well enough to do justice to her cuteness.

Photos: Barbie 04 05 06

November 25: Randalst came over in the late afternoon with a little cutie named Fernanda who apparently worked for an agency (NewScort, I think) but also freelanced. He said he had had such a good time with her that he recommended her highly. I took her phone number and told her I wanted to see her, but since she had to leave and be home soon since her child was sick, there was not enough time now.

We sat around and chatted for awhile and then she took off. So Randalst and I went over to meet Sandman. I had been looking forward to meeting this legendary Rio vet, since I had missed him a year ago. Somehow I just never hooked up with him on the last two trips. He had a very nice apartment off Avenue Copacabana. We visited for a while and then he got some pictures to show us. We both liked a picture of a cutie that Sandman said was a non-program girl, a Mineira who had come to Rio to earn R$4,000 to pay for her next semester in college. The idea of a fresh girl who was not on the program appealed to both of us. Since Randalst had seen her first, he could have her first. Anna was to meet him a little later that evening, but I told him that if he didn’t like her, I would take her.

A couple of hours later, Randalst called and said that he really did not hit it off with her and would I be interested. I was, so I went over to Randalst’s place and met Anna. Randalst had a nice apartment which I had been curious to see. Apparently he had rented it from Sandman. Anyway, Anna was not nearly as attractive as her pictures—Sandman is a GREAT photographer. But I had said I would take her and I thought, well we will make the best of this. At least she was fresh, non-program material.

We came back to my apartment. Anna had a really high pitched voice and apparently quite an accent. I could not understand a word she said. Thank God for the translation program on my computer.

Anyway, we started making out and I realized that Anna was indeed inexperienced but, she was energetic and I had a pretty satisfying experience. She was actually an animal in bed, very enthusiastic and active.

We took a short break to talk about her on the computer. She said that she had very little experience, which had been obvious. She said that after her third time making love, she had had to go on the program to earn money, and that I was her second program. I could believe it, for a change—usually they’re lying when they say they’re new. Since she was so enthusiastic and had good potential, I decided to teach her how to kiss as a first step. Her kissing was totally inexperienced—she just opened her mouth wide and put it up against mine. So I gave her ten minutes of instruction and she got very good, very quickly. We made sweet love again, I helped her out a little, and it was again mutually gratifying.

She asked if I wanted her to spend the night. I thought for a minute and said sure. It was raining out and I did not want to have her go through the rain but also I thought she would be a nice cuddly companion for the night and she certainly was.

Although I did not sleep particularly well simply because I was sharing a bed with somebody, for the first time in a while, I slept comfortably, and we were affectionate with each other during the night.

In the morning we woke up and I really did not want to use one of my bullets on her again. So I offered her breakfast. She said she did not want any so I walked her downstairs and sat down at the restaurant for a cup of coffee and she went off to where she was staying which was apparently just a few blocks away.

Photos: Anna 07 08 09

Nov 27: I had run into Claudia in the bank near my apartment my second day in town. On both my last two trips, I had been with her a few times, and she was always a sweetheart. I confirmed that her number was the same, and told her I’d call her. Vera told me about the lighting of the Christmas tree in Lagoa this night, that it was a big party around the Lagoon, and I thought Claudia would be good company. I called her, and she was available. When I mentioned it to Steve, he said he would like to come along. Steve was a friend from LA who had come to Rio for the first time the Thanksgiving before. It was ironic, we knew each other only slightly before, but had discovered we were arriving in Rio within three hours of each other last year. Needless to say, we hung out together since I knew the ropes and he was a newbie, and got to be much better friends.

Claudia arrived only 15 minutes late, and we went downstairs to catch a cab. Steve joined us and we went off to the Lagoa. I was trying to tell Claudia that there was music somewhere along the shore, but either she did not understand or did not care so we just went to the area where the cab let us off, probably where Rua Miguel Lemos goes into Lagoa. There was a cantina there with tables and chairs, but none was available so we stood nearby and waited for something to happen. Steve was looking around and indeed there was plenty of eye candy. Fifteen minutes later I noticed a table being vacated and we grabbed it.

As I had suspected it turned out there was a R$20 minimum at the table, but that was fine. We ordered drinks and waited for the show to begin. And waited. And waited.

I asked Claudia if she had a friend for Steve and she said she did. She got on the phone and called her friend. Claudia was now living in Ipanema (she had moved from the building in Copacabana at the foot of the favela off Rua Sa Ferreira) and had two roommates, one of whom was to be Steve’s date. However the traffic was snarled because of the celebration and it took quite a while for her to get there.

Vera had told us it would start at 8:00 but it was not until after 9:00 when fireworks started going off. A spectacular display although limited in time and in scope. Then the Christmas tree went off and started changing colors. It was quite a sight. We watched it for a while. Meanwhile, Claudia was calling her friend at Steve’s urging to get progress reports on her progress. Finally, she was getting close to where we were.

As we were leaving the cantina to go meet the cab with Steve’s girl, more fireworks started going off, and there was a brief finale. I suspect this was timed with the symphony but we had completely missed that. It was nowhere nearby and we could not even hear any music.

We found the cab with Steve’s girl and took off for a restaurant in Copacabana. We had an excellent Italian dinner at Spacca Napoli on (I think) Rua Sa Ferreira), and went our separate ways.

Too bad she didn’t photograph well (or willingly), and certainly not without clothes.

Nov. 28: I had arranged for Fernanda to arrive at 10:00 AM. At exactly 10:00 AM. my phone rang and it was Fernanda. I thought she said she was at the beach downstairs so I went down to meet her, and when I did not see her I called, and this time I understood that she was leaving the beach and was on her way. Well at least she called to tell me she was coming even if she was, typically, late.

Photos: Fernanda 10 11 12 13 14 15 16

I had promised Steve that I would introduce him to BrazilSpecialist and take him to Madam X’s, so after Fernanda left I called him and we went over to see BrazilSpecialist. There was quite a crowd at his place. I think eight or nine different guys. I met Diversity, with whom I had been PMing, and a few other Hombres. Most importantly, I met Monique.

Thanks to Sandman’s excellent pictures of Monique, I had PMed BrazilSpecialist to inquire about her and whether she might like a special gift. I knew she would be popular after those pictures had been posted so I wanted to distinguish myself. He had PMed me back that she wanted a DVD player so I found one for around $50 and brought it with me as a special gift for a special garota.

Monique was busy cleaning BrazilSpecialist’s kitchen, but I asked if she would like to come along. She said yes and started getting ready. Steve said he wanted her and we had a brief discussion over who would get her first. I settled it by telling him that he could have her after I was finished but I would also take him over to Madam X’s first so maybe he could find someone to keep him busy while Monique and I frolicked.

We hopped in a cab and went over to the shopping center when Madam X lives, the same one where L’Uomo is located. We went in and knocked on the door but there was no answer. As it turned out I had the right number on the wrong floor. So, we came back to my apartment and I told Steve he could have Monique in two or three hours.

Monique was fun in bed, but I didn’t click with her the way I had expected. She wasn’t easy to talk to, wasn’t very responsive to my limited Portuguese. I think she was shy, although not sexually. I enjoyed myself so much I started up again a few minutes later, and it was closer to three hours before I called Steve to tell him it was his turn. I didn’t take any pictures because I expected to see her again. As it turned out, I didn’t get together with her again. The afterglow just wasn’t warm enough, there were too many others to try or who had turned me on more. I ended up selling the DVD player to BS.

I had asked Vera to have dinner with me that night. Before we got together Patrick called. He was in town and wanted to get together to discuss our trip to Porto Alegre the next day. I asked him if he would like to join us for dinner and he said sure.

I met Vera at the Sindicato du Chopp and we sat. She was having drinks with some friends and she introduced me to a British chap who had been living in Brazil for ten years, having started his own business there. He was married to a Brasileira and had two lovely children who were running around the restaurant at that time. We had a frank talk about working in Brasil and what was involved in starting a business there.

Then Patrick arrived and I introduced him to Vera, and off we went to Porcao in Ipanema. We stopped on the way to pick up a friend of Patrick’s and the four of us had a great dinner. By the time we got back, it was close to 11 PM. I took a quick run up to Terraco Atlantico, but didn’t see anyone who interested me (the talent sucked again), so I came home, packed and went to sleep.

great stuff, i enjoyed it. i love love love the body on the last girl, especially the tits.

Wonderful posting....Im stuck between Thailand or Rio......

Enough with the trivia! Tell us about the shoes!

Seriously, I've had a pair custom made in NY, at horrific expense. Given that you've had them made on three continents now, what can you tell about the whole process?

(When I walk in to J&M, the little asian saleslady screams "Godzira!" and runs into the bathroom...

Dem "Bigfoot" Gnomes

The whole process is worth the wait and the somewhat higher expense than buying a pair of off-the-shelf shoes, IMHO, and I don't have particularly unusual feet. The shoes I had made in LA ($500), I wore until the leather around my toes tore (wore out three pairs of soles).

The shoes I got in Italy (180 Euros) took a little while to break in--about 30 hours of wearing before the leather stretched to the perfect fit, but that's what it is now--a perfect fit, and damn nice looking. I kind of walked in off the street, and didn't have a style in mind, so I told them to make me a nice pair of shoes. Here’s what I got:





But the Italians were typically uncoordinated, the clerk had told me the shoes would be ready in 5 days, when I went back in, they had lost my measurements and had to retrace and remeasure my feet, then they lost track of the order. I had to call them from the US in November, finally they shipped it without notifying me and DHL tried to deliver it on Christmas Eve (I was in Brazil for two months) without leaving a notice or a follow-up attempt at delivery, so I had to call Italy again to track it down. Shoes were ordered mid-September, delivered mid-February.

The shoes I had made in Rio cost R$500 (negotiated down R$25) because they are ankle-high booties. Regular shoes would be R$300. Casa Moreira (Travessa do Ouvidor, 8-Sala 101, 21-2224-9419) had several display cases of shoes, and they made them all themselves. I was told I could choose from any style in the cases, and they would make them to fit. I was able to specify two-inch heels, too. Marcelo (who reminded me of Dan Seymour’s character Captain Reynard in “To Have and Have Not”) spoke English well enough to do business comfortably. He said they would call me back for a “fitting” in about three weeks, but the shoes were already a perfect fit when I went in to pick them up (slightly tight, but I knew that they stretch slightly and wear in. As I write this, after wearing them 15 or 20 times, they fit like gloves).

I forgot to mention that I had asked the Italian shoemaker for 2-inch heels, and they didn't get that right, giving me normal heels instead. No wonder they lost the war.

Hunter - Good stuff as usual. The detail is mind-boggling!