Let me start off by saying, "I hate to fly", that being said let me get down to business. I had been studying Brazil and Rio de Janeiro for about a year before I actually got the nerve to book the flight, reserve my apartment, get my visa and all the other little things that go along with a trip like this. I had downloaded Bwana-dik's Rio guide and I was, so I thought, absolutely prepared for this excursion. What I could not foresee however, was getting ill before the vacation. Let me give a little background information about myself before I continue. I am 43 years old and I'm overweight. I have diabetes and I like to drink like a fish. I started feeling ill about a week before the vacation. I surmise that it might have had something to do with the upcoming flight and my trepidation about it, but I also know that it had to do with my diabetes affecting me adversely. At this point, I was seriously considering canceling my trip. I contacted my brother Dan and my friend Tom about them going without me and they would have none of it. They tagged teamed me like a couple of pro WWF wrestlers fighting for a title. I had no choice but to capitulate (yeah right!). Ok, so I'm feeling like shit, but decide to go anyway. I'm gonna break this down in a day-by-day kinda format. I have a few photos and will post them to this report when I figure out how. I apologize for the delay of this report, but I was too damned depressed when I returned home from Rio and I'm not adept at writing either, excuses, excuses… Ok, one last thing before I begin, I had purchased the Pimsluer Portuguese course on CD (the full course in MP3 format) about six months before my departure. I studied everyday, but as I'm not very good with languages I was only able to get a rudimentary understanding of it… enough to get me laid by a non-working girl Brazilian hottie though! I do like the Portuguese language and think it is quite poetic. Enough of my ramblings let me get down to the actual report.
Day 1 Friday Oct 15, 2004
The following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I made it to the airport alive! Believe me, when your dealing with Seattle traffic and the inferior freeways we have, this is no small feat. I decide not to take the Valium for the flight but drink Tequila instead. I had about ten shots prior to boarding the flight. I still felt like shit, but I didn't give a fuck anymore. The flight from Seattle to New York was fine as I was fucked up and sitting next to an absolutely stunning platinum blonde Hungarian women. She was 28 years old and one of the most stunning women I have ever seen. She had a small dog in a carrying case at her feet, but as the dog clearly didn't like being in it, she would smuggle him out to sit under her black leather jacket. I am a dog lover myself and have five of them. Her name was Suslah, or something like that. Anyway, we struck up conversation immediately as it was obvious I was interested in her dog. We continued to talk and I continued to drink. She had no illusions about the fact that I was fucked up as I was clearly slurring my words at this point. I am however, a courteous and happy drunk, so I could tell she took no offense. When the dog was under her leather jacket, she would let me pet him and as he was sitting on her lap, I couldn't help but brush my hand against her thighs, unintentionally of course. Things continued on this way for most of the flight until we both slipped into sleep. When I awoke, she was resting her beautiful head on my shoulder and had one of her hands on my left thigh. Not a bad way to wake up yeah! I adjusted myself and this awakened her. She immediately pulled her head away and took her hand from my thigh (oh the injustices of life). We struck up some more small talk and I continued drinking. We carried on this way until the fucking warning sign came on to fasten our seatbelts due to the impending turbulence we were about to encounter. Now I was in the US Air Force for 8 years and I have flown on a variety of aircraft, C130, C141, KC-135, C-5, etc… and I have encountered turbulence before, but it had been a long time and I was not prepared for this shit. Prior to this event I would wonder why the flight attendants would instruct the passengers to have their seatbelts on while sitting even in mid-flight, now I know! Luckily I was so fucked up I didn't even really care if the plane plunged thirty five thousand feet to it's absolute destruction, but I don't think everyone else on the plane shared my sentiments. In the beginning, the turbulence was so bad that I overheard some of the other passengers make comments like "we're all going to die" and "the plane's going down", shit like that. It didn't bother me for reasons stated previously, however, Suslah was terrified. When the turbulence started she reached out a grabbled my left hand and squeezed it pretty fuckin hard for a chick. I didn't mind! After about twenty minutes and the realization that the plane would survive, everyone seemed to relax. Suslah was still holding my hand but had eased up on her grip, which was a relief. The turbulence stopped after about a half-hour. The plane was about fifteen minutes away from the JFK airport. The rest of the flight proceeded without incident. The plane set down at about 8:00 PM and all passengers disembarked. I walked with Suslah to a small bar and we ordered some drinks. She was at her destination waiting for a ride and I was waiting for my brothers' plane to arrive. We drank a few drinks and I noticed my brother walking in the airport. I got his attention and he came over. He wore a blank expression of disbelief as he saw me having a drink with a woman so beautiful and so far out of my league that it was incomprehensible to him. He sat down with us all the while giving me this "what the fuck" look. We all started talking about little stuff when all of a sudden another stunning beauty sits down at the table with us. I immediately recognized the family resemblance and was certain this other beauty was Suslahs older sister, but I was wrong. It turned out the Merna (the other woman's name) was Suslahs mother. Un-fucking believable. We sat and talked for about fifteen more minutes when Merna told Suslah that they needed to get going. We all stood up and Dan and I shook Merna's hand and then Suslah shook Dan's hand and then to my astonishment Suslah put her arms around me and kissed me a full on lips no tongue kiss. When she pulled away I felt breathless and I looked at her and she smiled. It was obvious that I had a smile on my face from ear to ear. On my deathbed I will remember that kiss as I fall into oblivion. We said our good-byes and Dan and I headed for our gate. I won't even go into detail about the flight from JFK to Sao Palo as it was uneventful and I slept in a drunken stupor most of the way.
Day 2 Saturday Oct 16, 2004
The plane arrived in Sao Palo at approximately 8:00 AM. I was a little groggy from the boozing, but I pulled myself together and got off the plane. I had presumed that we would go through customs in Sao Palo, but I was wrong. We had to leave the plane, walk around this convoluted path, head back in the same direction we came from and re-board the same plane at the same gate we arrived at. I'm thinking "what the fuck?" Any way we get on the plane about an hour later and we land in GIG at 9:45 PM. We go through customs and before we do I'm totally prepared for fingerprinting, anal cavity search, etc… and then, nothing. They didn't fingerprint us, didn't open our luggage, didn't do shit…nada! I was amazed and relieved. It was smooth sailing. Bruno (the driver I had arranged for in advance) met us as we were leaving the customs area and for forty reais took us directly to our apartment. Let me say right now that I had rented my apartment from gringomanagement.com. I haven't seen them mentioned on any of the monger sites I belong to which suprises me as they offer rock bottom rates on apartments (the only way to go in Rio). My apartment was a two-bedroom place one block from Club Help and half a block from the Mea Pataca café/restaurant. It cost me $75 US a night, spit between my brother and I that came to $34.50 US a piece. That is a pretty good deal! When I met up with Sandman later in the day, he informed me that I had received an extremely good deal for how nice the apartment was. The apartment had two queen sized beds a huge shower, big enough for 4 people easily (I know trust me) a large full kitchen a dining area and a small living room with TV and a stereo as well as an oversized love seat. It had two electronic safes and air conditioning in booth rooms. It had plenty of room for three people. Did I mention this was my first trip to Rio? Anyway, I rented two cell phones from the lady whom let us into the apartment for $3.00 USD a day but failed to have her instruct us on the programming of the phone cards. While we were unpacking Tom showed up about twenty minutes after we did and I could tell he hadn't had much sleep. He had arrived the night before and stayed at a hostel in Ipanema that cost him $10.00 USD for the night. He and his roommates had went to Franks bar and picked up a dancer to dance for them. He told Dan and I that none of them had sex with the girl, but that she had grabbed their dicks and tongued them down while dancing around naked for about two hours. He paid her thirty reais and indicated he was very pleased with his first night in Rio. Tom speaks fluent Spanish, but he wasn't prepared for the lingual intricacies of Brazilian Portuguese as opposed to Spanish. However, he picked up on Portuguese quite rapidly. After unpacking we decided to head out and stock the apartment with food, beer and hard alcohol. I'll tell you, it's easy to get turned around in Rio as all main streets look the same except for Atlantica. We got back to the apartment with the goods and I called Sandman. Sandman is a very nice guy and was invaluable to my first experience in Rio. We met on the street and it was nice to have a face to go along with the handle. I always wonder when I'm reading trip reports "what does this guy look like?" We made it up to the apartment and introductions were made. I could see Sandman eyeing one of the fifths of Tequila I had brought with me and offered him some. I poured him about a double in a glass and he gave me this look and so I poured more. I knew at this moment that I would like Sandman. I poured myself a glass and we sat around the dining room bullshitting. Sandman helped program all of our phones and showed use how to do it ourselves. I forgot his instructions almost immediately because I was starting to get that warm fuzzy feeling I get at the beginning of a drunk. He left about an hour later and told us to meet him at the Terraco restaurant by Club Help at approximately eight PM. We met and headed off to Luomo, which is one of the better termas in Rio. I must say, even though I had researched for over a year, reviewed all the photos I could and read all the trip reports I was not prepared for the experience. For me, it was like dying and going to heaven. I told Sandman on the way to Luomo that I wasn't in the mood for a woman and that I would just continue to get drunk and enjoy the scenery. My brother and Tom had different plans. Tom had this beautiful brunette on his lap in the TV/lounge room and she was tonguing him down and fondling him and he was definitely enjoying himself. I was starting to get real drunk and I'm glad I was with Sandman. Tom's girl offered her bunda to me for inspection and I fondled it rubbing back and forth. It was as soft as a baby's ass, whew! Dan was hitting on some hot blond and I can't remember her name for the life of me. (Photos: Luomo Girl 01 02)Dan said she gave him a bbbj and was very passionate. Dan and Tom both spent about 240 reais for the evening. They both stayed at Luomo when Sandman and I left at around 10:30 PM. Sandman made sure I made it to my apartment in one piece as I was thoroughly fucked up at this point. I don't think I ever thanked him for that, so I will now "Thanks Sandman". I passed out on the bed! I awoke to the sounds of girls giggling and momentarily forgot where the fuck I was. Alcohol may have been involved! It took me a few moments, but I managed to drag my weary and still a little bit drunk carcass out of the bed and made way to the living room. I encountered a scene I will not soon forget. First of all, my brother Dan is into makeup artistry as kind of a hobby. He had brought very realistic vampire teeth and two sets of quite unnerving vampire or demon contact lenses as well as some theatrical make-up. He had done this very same thing on a trip a few years previously that we made to Las Vegas and it was quite a hit! I had no doubt that it would be the same in Rio. In the living room were two fairly attractive girls.(Photos: Monica & Regina 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29) One was made up as a vampire and was staring at me as I opened the door. I was not ready for this! It seems that my brother and Tom had picked these girls up in front of help disco at around 2:00 AM and made their way back to the apartment. The girls were so intrigued by my brothers' vampire eyes and teeth that sex wasn't even on their minds at this point. Here are the pictures. Finally, after dressing them both up, it was bedtime. This was around 4:00 AM and Dan and Tom were pretty tired. I liked the young 19-year-old garota that Tom had brought to the apartment, so I suggested to Tom that we have a menage a trois. He agreed and we all went to bed, but of course not to sleep. As I mentioned before, I was experiencing problems with my diabetes and as a result, I couldn't bust a nut. I did however rise to the occasion and put my pit pony to task. Tom came, rolled over and went to sleep. I however continued until it was evident I wasn't going to pop. Monica (the girls' name) seemed upset that I didn't cum and I assured her as best I could that it wasn't her fault. I was kind of amazed by this because I have never had a working girl seem so concerned about my pleasure. We both fell asleep. Monica, Regina and I awoke around 8:30 AM and they let me know they wanted to leave. I couldn't wake Dan or Tom as they were completely annihilated. At this point, I had no idea how much Dan and Tom had agreed to pay or even if they had negotiated price prior to bringing them to the apartment. I offered them 120 reais apiece and gave them 10 reais each for taxi. They seemed cool with that so we parted ways. Let me say this now, Monica was very passionate and even though I didn't pop, that I still thoroughly enjoyed the experience immensely.
Day 3 Sunday Oct 17, 2004
Ok, I realize that as I look this report over it's going to be a long one. I could probably cut it short, but so much happened that I want to share I just can't. Anyway, that being said, as soon as the girls left I took a shower and hit the city. Not much going on around 9:00 AM on a Sunday in Rio, but I needed to stretch my legs and I was still feeling like shit. Walking seemed to help. I walked about three miles of city streets and then headed back to Atlantica. I walked about half the length of the beach. That is one long ass beach. It was desolate. A few joggers, but that's about it. One thing about going to Rio in October, the beaches are not crowded at all except for Fridays and Saturdays and even then it wasn't bad. If you're into watching chicks in bikinis October is not a good time in Rio for that I stopped at a small café/restaurant kind of place on Atlantica called the Sindicato and had a small pizza. It was nothing like American pizza, but I still enjoyed it, something different. I finished my meal and headed to the Blockbuster ATM and drew out the max I could. I had the bank increase my ATM limit a week before I left. I acquired that advice from some report I read. I had read in a few reports that the exchange rate is better at a cambios, but I didn't want to carry around, or even have in my apartment three grand, so the ATM worked fine for me. I walked back to the apartment and Tom and Dan were still in bed. This was around 2:00 PM. I woke them and after they cleaned up we headed to the Terraco restaurant. I have read reports indicating that the food wasn't very good there, but I loved it. I specifically loved the vegetable beef soup that was not tomato based and was green in color. It was delicious and seemed to soothe my stomach, which was in an uproar. We were sitting there about 15 minutes when lo' and behold Sandman and a few other mongers that I hadn't met showed up. Introductions were made and everyone started telling stories. I had told Sandman about my problem and he told me a doctor friend recommended drinking this specific wine. It was a white wine, but I can't recall the name of it. I ordered a bottle and proceeded to drink it. In retrospect, I realize I drank the whole bottle and I didn't even offer any to anyone sitting at the table (how rude)… it did seem to help my stomach, though it might have been that I was getting a little tipsy and didn't care. I told Sandman I was interested in a festa and he said he would see what he could do. Apparently, in order to be cost effective you need six or seven guys to participate. A monger by the handle Dangoobia showed up as we were just about to leave and intros were made. I liked Dangoobia immediately. He's a nice guy and I hope to hook up with him in Oct 2005 when I'm back in Rio. I was finally exhausted at this point having had only four hours of sleep, so I told Tom and Dan that I was heading back to the apartment for some shuteye. They needed some reais so they headed off to the ATM and when they came back they hung around the beach at one of the kiosks. One thing about the kiosks, don't run a tab! Pay for everything as you go. They will rip you off! Not all of them to be sure, but just pay attention. After six or seven beers, it can be hard to remember just exactly what you ordered and who ordered what. Tom and Dan found out the hard way. I awoke around 6:00 PM and I was alone in the apartment. I splashed some water on my face and headed out the door. I walked to Atlantica and looked across the street and spied my partners in crime. When I arrived at the table, I noticed that they were eating something deep-fried that smelled pretty fucking good. Tom told me they were chicken balls. I replied that I didn't realize chickens had balls and that they were so huge. Dan and Tom started laughing and it was evident they had a buzz on. Dan explained that they weren't really chicken balls, but chicken parts cut into small pieces and deep-fried ergo chicken balls. I sat with them for a couple rounds of beer and told them we should go. They asked for the bill and the operator of the kiosk handed them a piece of paper that had 150 reais written on it. Ok, that to me, seemed like a lot of beer and chicken balls, I told the waiter that it was too much and he of course disagreed with me. I looked at Tom and Dan and they couldn't remember what they ordered or how much they ordered. I told them to pay the guy and be done with it. They split the cost and we headed back to the apartment. We drank and ate some food at the apartment and just lounged around for a little while. I called Sandman around 8:00 PM and he told me he was going to head off to a terma later and did I want to come along? I said sure why not. I asked Tom and Dan and they said they didn't want to. I was supposed to meet Sandman at 9:00 PM, so I decided to take a nap. Dan and Tom left the apartment for destinations unknown. I awoke again to the sound of girls giggling and walked into the living room and encountered two girls Mina and Karen (Photos: Karen & Mina 30 31 32 33 34). Let me say for the record, these girls had absolutely the best attitudes of all the girls I encountered in Rio except for Illiana. They were just so much fun and unbelievably sexy. They were not by far the hottest girls we were with, but with attitudes like these girls you can't go wrong. We all just danced around for a while and I realized it was time for me to leave and meet up with Sandman. I freshened up and headed out. The girls seemed disappointed that I was leaving, but needs must I go. The Terraco restaurant was about a block away from the apartment, so I felt safe walking there against all good advice. I made it to the restaurant with no incident and it was crowded because of Help. I sat down at a table and waited for about 30 minutes. It was about 9:45 and I decided to give Sandman a call to see what was up. He answered the phone with much weariness in his voice and explained that he wasn't up for a terma tonight as he was sufficiently exhausted. I'm a guy who goes with the flow and I told him no problem that I would just go by myself. I sat at the restaurant for about 10 more minutes and finished my beer. I headed back to the apartment because I had forgot my digital camera and that's when things went bad. Let me continue by stating my sense of direction sucks. Instead of heading towards my apartment I was walking in the opposite direction. Maybe I wasn't paying attention because of all the girls walking around in skintight clothing. When I realized what I'd done, instead of just heading back in the other direction I decided to cut down a side street and head back that way. Atlantica avenida has much more lighting than many of the small parallel streets and I should have know better. At this point I probably should have flagged down a taxi, but my mind was preoccupied and I was still feeling like shit. I saw the boy approach me from about 20 feet away. He must have been 10 or so years old. He held out his hand and asked for one real. I told him I didn't have any reais. This was true. I had spent all of it at the restaurant (another reason I had to head back to the apartment) and he just ran off. I thought that was odd and I turned just in time to stop a much older boy getting ready to put a choke hold, or sleeper hold on me. I reacted instantly (thank god for that military training) and head butted him in his solar plexus which brought him down immediately. I kicked him pretty hard in the head and he was down and out. Unfortunately I didn't see the other young man until it was too late. Boy that guy was fast! His foot came out of nowhere and struck me in my already ailing stomach. This didn't incapacitate me which I'm sure was the desired effect (I think he was aiming for "my" solar plexus) and he made the grievous error of coming within the reach of my legs which are extremely powerful. I knee capped him with the heel of my foot and as he went down I kicked him in the face. As I walked off in pain, I kicked him again in the stomach for good measure and headed back to Atlantica avenida. Now if I had thought I was feeling like shit before, this just took it to a whole new level. I made my way to Atlantica avenida and made it to the apartment without further incident. When I opened the door, Tom and Dan knew something was wrong as I was pasty white and kind of hunched over. I told them what happened and Tom tried to explain to the girls as best he could. When they finally began to understand they didn't seem too alarmed. I'm sure it happens all the time. I was not up for going to a terma now. I pulled up my shirt and a large bruise had already started to form on my stomach. That fucking bastard had kicked me hard! I proceeded to down about 8 shots of tequila and after about 15 minutes I started feeling better. I was sitting on the couch when Tom and Dan started making out with the girls. I enjoyed watching the show, but I was in no condition or mood to participate myself. They didn't get too nasty and it came time for them to hit the bed. I continued to drink for about an hour and then passed out on the couch. The girls had to leave at 11:00 PM in order to catch the bus that would take them home. Mina lives about an hour a way and Karen lives about 45 minutes away. They both live in the same direction so they could ride together. They left and I kicked Tom out of the bedroom, as I needed a larger place to sleep than the couch. Dan said they had given them 250 reais apiece. I asked if they were worth it and both Tom and Dan replied "yes!" immediately. I told them I thought they paid too much, but they really weren't paying attention as they were getting ready to hit the road again. They came back an hour later and inadvertently woke me. Dan had some girl whose name I can't recall on his arm, but Tom was alone. Dan took the girl to his room and did his deed while Tom and I listened to the sounds of moaning and groaning issuing forth. About and hour passed and out came Dan and the girl. He paid her 120 reais and she didn't seem displeased. He had taken a couple of photos of her with a mask on(Photos: Franks 35 36). I was feeling a bit better (I'm certain it was the Tequila) and we all came to a unanimous decision to head off to Frank's bar and watch the sex show that I'd read about. We all agreed that we weren't going to be taking girls back (yeah right). When we arrived, I was amazed at how busy it was. It was Sunday after all. Then I realized I was in Rio and pushed my amazement aside. We paid an entrance fee, I can't remember how much and sat down very close to the stage. We instantly noticed a girl dancing on one of the small stages. She was spinning around the pole and when she stopped her bunda was sticking out towards us. We were stunned. She had the most perfect ass that I had ever seen, of course this was only my 2nd day in Rio! Dan wanted her real bad! I was getting drunk again. I can't explain it, but for some reason unknown to me, when I get drunk I really don't want to fuck! I don't mind watching girls dancing or sex shows, but I just don't want sex. I knew at this point that I wasn't bringing a girl back, but I could see the lust in Tom and Dan's eyes and knew they would succumb to their basalt desires. After the girl was done dancing, we invited her to sit with us. She was not beautiful to me, about a 5,(Photo: Franks 37) but apparently to Dan she was. In the mean time, Tom was ogling a spinner if there ever was one. Her name was Paloma (that's the name she gave use anyway) (Photos: Paloma 38 39). He motioned for her to come over and sit with us, which she did. Both girls could speak a little English and small talk ensued. About 10 minutes after conversation began, I felt something hit the back of my head. I looked around and could not ascertain where the benign assault had come from. I turned back to my comrades and again felt something hit the back of my head, but this time the small missile bounced off my head onto the table and it was a peanut. I quickly turned my head again and caught the devilish wench in the act of tossing another one. She continued her assault apparently uncaring that I was staring at her. The nutty missile struck my forehead. I gave her a disapproving look then turned back around. Now for the record, she was extremely attractive, but I wasn't in the mood and I don't like having things thrown at me regardless of how small or benign. The girl however, continued her nutty assault. I chose to ignore it, but I didn't realize how persistent these women could be. After about five minutes I had reached my limit and I arose and walked to the table where the girl was sitting and in her native tongue told her I didn't want sex tonight and would she please stop. She gave me this indignant look and kind of dismissed me. I didn't care I just wanted her to stop, which she did. I sat back down and not long after the husband and wife sex-show started. We all decided to get up before the climax of the show (no pun intended) so we wouldn't get sprayed with jizz. One thing I did notice during the show, the girls sitting with us seemed a little uncomfortable and didn't really watch it. Of course they had probably seen it a few hundred times. I don't recall what time it was when we left, but we had not spent that much money there. I do believe that one could run up a large bill if not careful. Anyway, we had to take separate taxis so I rode with Dan as it was evident Tom wanted to be alone with Paloma. We arrived at the apartment and, solo as usual, I was relegated to sleeping on the couch. Oh, glorious sleep, and the evening and the morning where the fourth day.
Day 4, Monday Oct 18, 2004
The girls woke up at around 7:00 AM and left. Tom and Dan had apparently paid them, so I just had to let them out of the apartment. I went back to the couch and slept for a few more hours. I awoke around 9:00 AM, jumped in the shower and hit the road. I walked many miles and explored the city and Copacabana beach. I ate at some small café by the name of Mab's I think and had a few beers. I had previously discussed with Tom and Dan the possibility of a festa, but they indicated that they were on a tight budget and if I were willing to fork out the cash, they would do it. I told them no, I will pay for my own pussy thank you very much, but I will not pay for yours. They declined the festa offer. I walked to the Terraco restaurant and the mongers were there in force. There were at least 8 American mongers and Dangoobia was there too. Everyone was telling stories and some were showing pictures of their escapades. I showed Sandman and Dangoobia and a few others what photos I had and we all sat around and enjoyed each other's company. While sitting with my fellow mongers, I told Sandman that Tom and Dan had decided not to participate in the festa and he was a little disappointed. I explained the scenario and also told him about my difficulties with my diabetes. He let me know it was ok, but now he had to come up with three more bodies in order to make the festa cost effective. I wasn't going to fork out $300.00 USD with the possibility I wouldn't bust a nut! That being said…I did want to participate in one but it just didn't seem practical given the particular circumstances. After an hour or so we all went our separate ways. I went with Sandman to get an inflatable mattress and acquire the services of his translator. I got back to the apartment with the mattress and guess what? Dan and Tom were still in bed! It was now 2:00 PM in the afternoon and they had slept half the day away. I woke them and they cleaned up. We hit the streets. We went to a kiosk on the beach and watched the Brazilian people walk buy. People selling just about everything continually approached us and we declined just about everything. We gave our beer cans to this one old guy who came around fairly frequently. He was clearly down and out and I also bought him a coke. I bought a couple of really cool butane lighters and had I known how much trouble it was going to cause me at the airport I wouldn't have bought them! At this time, Dan told me that Mina and Karen were going to meet us at this particular kiosk at 4:30 PM or so. I told them that meant 5:30 or so and they said the girls had assured them they would be on time. Now previously, I had indicated that prior to this trip I had read a lot about Brazil and Rio and I knew for certain that the girls wouldn't be there at 4:30 PM. I told Tom and Dan this to no avail. They were absolute in their certainty. At 6:00 PM the girls showed up. I wasn't the least bit surprised and indicated such. Tom and Dan, however were a little miffed by the girls tardiness. The girls seemed like nothing was amiss and Dan and Tom had to shrug it off. The girls sat down and we ordered them drinks. It seemed most of the girls I encountered in Rio love sugary drinks. They drank their fruity drinks while we sat and drank beers and ate chicken balls. After about a half-hour, a street band showed up and started playing samba music. This was when the fun started! Mina and Karen immediately sprang to their feet, as did two other pretty girls sitting at a table across from us. They grabbed a large bottle from somewhere and started dancing over it. Mina and Karen were wearing shorts and tank tops, but the other girls were wearing bikinis with a kind of wrap around them. When I say dancing, I mean gyrating their hips in an extremely sensual fashion. Let me tell you, when this all started there was just Dan, Tom and I watching the show. However, about twenty minutes later there must have been fifteen or so men watching with lust in their eyes as the girls continued to take turns gyrating over the bottle. They would wag their asses up and down over the bottle almost touching their non-exposed pussies as if riding a cock. I had an occasional glimpse of pussy from one of the girls in bikinis and it really turned me on. This continued on for another twenty minutes. At this point, my dick was so hard I could have cut diamonds with it or perhaps used it for offshore drilling equipment. The reason it went on so long was Dan kept giving the street band reais to continue. When it was evident that the girls were getting tired (I could not believe the stamina of these Brazilian women) Dan told the street band that he had no more reais which was probably true. The girls had a light sweaty sheen all over their bodies, which only served to fuel the whole exoticness of the situation. All the girls hugged and all the men applauded. The girls in the bikinis hugged us too and they were not ignorant to the fact that I had a raging hard-on as it rubbed against them when they hugged me. When they pulled away they didn't seem at all upset. It seemed to me that they were pleased by my reaction. I was again surprised until I remembered where I was. The bikini girls left, the audience dissipated and we all sat down. We continued drinking, smoking and talking for about an hour. At approximately 8:30 PM we went to some out of the way small restaurant that the girls knew about and had an extremely good meal. I realized at this point that I would probably come back to Brazil if only for the food, not to mention all the other amenities. We left the restaurant at 9:30 PM and headed back to the apartment for whatever. Karen indicated that she would pick out a girl sufficiently good looking for my pleasure so I wouldn't be left out. I told her I could do it myself, but she insisted on helping. We trolled Meia Pataca and the Terraco, but I didn't see anything that really caught my eye. I told Karen that I didn't want what was there and she finally acquiesced. We headed for the apartment. Now let me explain… we hadn't cleaned or straightened-up the apartment since the previous day and three guys in a small apartment can mess it up quickly and easily. The kitchen sink was full of dishes and the kitchen counters were lined with rum, tequila, whisky and beer bottles. Dan and Tom had condoms lying all over the place. The beds were not made and towels were littering the bathroom floor. When we entered the apartment, we realized our error and Dan and I looked at each other. Signs of debauchery where everywhere. We decided to clean up before any other activities commenced. We poured the girls some fruity drinks and Dan and I proceeded to do the cleaning. After about two minutes in the kitchen however, Mina and Karen came in and pushed us out into the living room. The girls then cleaned that kitchen from top to bottom I kid you not! They made our beds picked up our clothing and folded them as well as a few other things. I was in awe! When they were done, they wanted to hear some music. We played some American music and not long after the fun started! Tom couldn't keep his hands of Mina. Dan and I couldn't keep our hands of Karen. After watching her do the bottle dance for forty minutes I kind of wanted to fuck her. I wasn't sure if Dan wanted to share, or if she wanted to fuck brothers. I broached the subject with Dan not long after Tom and Mina made their way to bedroom and he said it was ok by him. We attempted to explain our wants and desires with Karen, but she was way ahead of us. It seems she had never done two brothers at once before. I guess that probably wouldn't be a common occurrence anywhere…she seemed truly exited by the prospect. I was a little apprehensive as I had not done anything quite like this before, and certainly not with my brother. She pretty much raped us! She pushed us on the bed and lined us up side by side. She grabbed our cocks and started giving us a bbbj alternatively. She then stuck both our cocks in her mouth. I didn't enjoy the feeling of my brothers' cock touching mine and I pulled away. She didn't seem to mind and we proceeded to trade off getting fucked and sucked for a couple of hours. Dan popped twice. I, on the other hand, didn't pop! I had been pretty sure that the events leading up to this excursion would have made me hot enough to shower Karen in jizz…alas it was not to be. Karen was very upset and kept saying to me "por que noa leite" over and over which didn't make me feel any better. She really wanted my jizz. I tried to console her and she finally calmed down. I can tell you I've had a few women in my life, but I have never had any of them want my jizz so badly, let alone a working girl. After we calmed Karen down, she and Mina left at around 11:30 PM. After they left we sat around and talked about the experience. Tom really liked Mina and was getting a little to attached a little too quickly. Dan and I really liked Karen too, but she was a working girl and we were both married and that ends that! Anyway, I decided to hit the sack, but Tom and Dan wanted more. They left the apartment and I drank a couple more shots of whatever was available and hit the rack (Photos: Karen & Mina 42).
Day 5, Tuesday Oct 19, 2004
The morning commenced the same as every morning prior, with me waking up early and Tom and Dan sleeping till around 2:00 PM. I went to the Terraco restaurant and met up with Sandman and a few other mongers. I asked Sandman if he knew where I could purchase a guitar. I play guitar and hadn't played since leaving the US. He said a friend of his knew of a place and that he would inquire. Let me say that the only thing I didn't research enough prior to coming to Rio was the layout of the city. A working knowledge of the city and a good map are essential. I left the restaurant and headed out on my own to find a guitar. I found a few shops, but nothing seemed to catch my eye. I wanted to purchase a cheap Brazilian guitar that I could give to someone before leaving, so I didn't want to spend too much money. I decided to take a taxi to Centro as I had been told that they had a few musical instrument shops there. It cost around 17 reais to get there from Copacabana. I found several shops and after a few hours of looking decided on a guitar. It was of inferior quality, but as I was going to give it away and play it on the beach, that wasn't an issue. Had I know how hard it was going to be to keep it in tune I might have reconsidered. I purchased the guitar and then I bought a English/Portuguese dictionary for my brother Dan who was having extreme difficulties communicating with the girls. I headed back to Copacabana via taxi. When I arrived back at the apartment, Tom and Dan were still in bed. It was about 1:00 PM. I sat around and drank a few mixed drinks made from rum and some of the local fruit juices that I must say were delicious. Had a pretty good buzz going when my comrades woke up. They proceeded to freshen up whilst I continued to drink. We left the apartment around 3:00 PM and headed for the Terraco restaurant. We didn't encounter any mongers at this time and proceeded to order food. I had my favorite, the vegetable beef and I can't recall what my companions ordered. After eating, we lounged around and had a few beers. While drinking, a pretty black girl approached our table stopping a few feet from it. Dan made eye contact and that was all she needed to proceed the rest of the way. She spoke a little English and everyone made small talk. Dan was really interested in her but told us he didn't want to have sex this early in the afternoon as it might slow him down later (yeah right!). The girl had blue eyes that were contacts and she had these juicy DSLs. Tom told the girl that we weren't interested in sex but that we would like to take some nude photos of her. She agreed to do this for 50 reais and we were pleased. We headed back to the apartment for the photo shoot. It started out ok, but as soon as Dan saw here stripping he couldn't help himself and dived right it. I kept telling him as he proceeded that this would cost more than the 50 reais we agreed upon but he was ignoring me, so I kept taking pictures. Tom had his camera, but I don't think he was taking pictures. I glanced in his direction and he had his cock out and was stroking it. I giggled to myself. She started giving Dan a bbbj, which he was enjoying immensely and after about 10 minutes he decided he wanted to fuck her. She, of course, obliged hopping on top of his cock like a trooper. After about 20 minutes Dan wanted to fuck her doggy style and quickly changed position and started ramming here with his meat mallet. It was at this time that she spied Tom's cock with a hungry look in her eye almost like a predatory cat sizing up its prey. She crawled off the love seat with Dan's cock still in her and hands and knee'd her way to Tom's stiff and willing boner. She wrapped those dsl's around his man meat and sucked like a Hoover vacuum cleaner on overdrive. I was taking photos the whole time and enjoyed every moment. Dan came, Tom spuged on her face and that my friend is that. The whole thing lasted about an hour and a half. Dan and Tom settled up the bill that came to 250 reais. I would have offered her 200, but they seemed happy with the deal so I didn't mention it. Dan and the girl showered and we booted her out(Photos: DS Lips 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 58 59 60). At this point it was around 6:00 PM and we decided to hit the beach. We lounged around our favorite kiosk drinking beer and watching people till around 7:30. I told Dan and Tom I wanted something to eat and that I was heading off to the Terraco restaurant. They expressed a desire to do something else and we went our separate ways. I was still feeling ill, but I hadn't let it interfere with me having a good time. I decided I didn't want a girl this evening as I hadn't had much sleep in the last 5 days and as I indicated before I wasn't feeling well. I made my way to the restaurant and ordered some more Vegetable beef soup and some wine. I had my sunglasses on even though the sun was receding, but I didn't want to make eye contact with any women. It didn't matter! All I wanted to do was eat my fucking soup and attractive women were continually approaching me. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I probably had to tell 15 women during the course of my meal "Eu noa quero sexo esta noite"! I was getting a little frustrated, but I managed to finish my soup. At this point I really had no intention of having a woman for the evening! I decided to take a taxi and just drive around Copacabana and let my food settle. After about 20 minutes of driving around all over the place I had that taxi drop me off at the Othon Palace which was about 150 feet from the entrance to the apartment. As I approached the door to the apartment, I could hear music playing and I knew my comrades resided within. I opened the door slowly as not to startle them, and I saw Tom, Dan and three 7's dancing around naked in the living room. I guess my going to bed alone was not to be. For some reason, we never got any photos of these girls, but we certainly had a good time. I still didn't bust a nut, but I faked it so I wouldn't hear the disappointment from the girl I bedded. The girls left at 7:00 AM that morning and I paid mine 250 reais. I don't know what Dan and Tom had negotiated, but that's what I offered and she seemed ok with it. I have no idea what they paid.
Day 6, Wednesday Oct 20, 2004
Ok, things commenced as before, with me getting up early. This day however, I woke around 8:00 AM and took my guitar to the beach and played till 10:00 PM. The beach was absolutely desolate. I saw about 20 people and some of them kept jogging back and forth along the beach. It was a cool morning, so no one I saw was in shorts or bikinis. I made my way back to the apartment put away the guitar and left for my traditional morning vegetable beef soup. No one showed up while I ate. I had some wine and then decided to leave. I walked around for a couple of hours exploring the city once again and then around 12:30 I decided to head back to the apartment. It was quite in the apartment as the two knuckleheads were fast asleep. I drank a couple of drinks and took a nap on the couch. I woke up around 3:30 and Tom and Dan were gone. I'm not sure if they tried to wake me or not, but I didn't hear them when they left so I must have been in a deep sleep. I got up and grabbed the guitar and started playing it. I played for about 30 minutes when I noticed something that disturbed me. I put the guitar down and got up. I walked to the apartment door entryway. As a got closer to the door I could see that it was ajar and the key was still in the lock. My awareness tripled Johnny-on-the-spot and I looked around the apartment quickly. After I was sure the apartment was secure, I opened the door and looked out and nothing. I checked to see if all my belongings were still in the apartment and sighed a breath of relief as it seemed nothing was missing. After I chilled out a few moments, I started to get pissed off! Tom or Dan had left the door ajar with the key still in it! I had previously briefed them on security issues and I had hoped I had instilled in them a miniscule amount of paranoia. Obviously not enough! The longer I waited for them to show up the more pissed I got. Dan had left his cell so I couldn't call him and tell him to get back to the apartment to get his key (they obviously didn't have one). They showed up around 5:00 PM alone and I proceeded to open a verbal can of whoop ass on them. At first they seemed to shrug it off as no big deal and had we been in the US I wouldn't have made such a big deal out of it, but we were in Rio and security is a major issue! So, I let them both know that if such an occurrence where to happen again that they would both have to seek shelter elsewhere. This seemed to get their attention! They both apologized and assured me it wouldn't happen again. I calmed down a bit and we all had a beer and ate some food. At around 6:30 PM, Tom got a call from Paloma. He told me that she knew of a karaoke bar and that she wanted to know if we wanted to go. I said sure why not! I felt it would be a change of pace and a break for us. I didn't realize that it was halfway to Buzio! Jesus H Christ that was one of the longest taxi rides! About an hour later we made it to the karaoke bar and boy was it crowded. We should have got there sooner. Had we known how far away it was we probably would have left a lot earlier. We did manage to get a table and the karaoke hadn't started yet. I submitted my request along with Palomas' and Tom and Dan indicated they would not sing. After about 20 minutes the karaoke started and even though I had put my request in at the same time as Paloma, the KDJ hadn't called on me yet. She sang 3 songs and I hadn't even been called yet. I was getting a little ticked off. About 15 people had already been summoned to the stage, but not I! At this time we'd been there about 2 hours and I decided to leave the club and get some fresh air. I didn't realize that I wouldn't be able to leave the club without proof of paying the bill. Sheezz! Anyway, Dan and I waited for Tom and Paloma for about 15 minutes even though they told us they'd be right out. Finally, Dan had to go in and get them, so we could leave the building.
We departed the area and headed back to Copacabana on what seemed like an endless ride. We made it back to the apartment and Dan showed Paloma his vampire getup. She wanted us to dress her up as a vampire and she was really getting into it. She wanted to bite us all, which she did. After about an hour of this, Dan and I decided enough was enough and hit the rack(Photos: Paloma 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68). Tom had other plans with Paloma…enough said! It was about 1:00 AM!
Day 7, Thursday Oct 21, 2004
The day started of as usual, I won't even go into it! I was getting a little tired of my roomies sleeping the afternoon away. I took a taxi to Sugar Loaf.
I wasn't going to wait around for them this time. Sugar Loaf to me was beautiful. I bought a bird from one of the shops on top and I met a Brazilian girl named Illiana. I asked for her cell number and she gave it to me. I was shocked at first because she wasn't a working girl. She was just a Brazileira who had lived on the outskirts of Rio all her life and had never been to Sugar Loaf. I was at first amazed that she had never been to Sugar Loaf, but then I thought about it and I realized that I knew quite a few Washingtonians who had never been to Mount Raineer. I told her I would call her later and she seemed happy by the prospect. She was 23 years old and quite beautiful. My miniscule ability to speak and understand Portuguese, coupled by her slight ability to speak and understand English made for quite an interesting afternoon. It was actually kind of fun! We had just enough knowledge to make the whole communication process like a guessing game. We spent a few hours together on top of Sugar Loaf and had some lunch. I decided it was time to part and bid her farewell. She seemed a little sad and I still had a hard time believing that a very attractive 23 year old Brazileira was interested in me. I thought about it as I was leaving and realized that US females are the only females around that are caught up by age and looks. They look no further than the surface. These Brazilian women are not the same. They might initially look at you, say if your fat, and think, "boy he's fat", but it seems to me that they dismiss it almost immediately. I do remember reading that some countries consider portliness a sign of prosperity. Anyway, I decided to go to Rio Sol Mall and check it out. It was on the way to the apartment so I said "what the fuck". I was amazed at all the beautiful women there. I might have seen 20 or so guys, but there were plenty of women walking around alone. I thought to myself, "I've got to take Dan here he'll love it". After that I decided to have a burger of all things at Bobs in the mall. It wasn't very good and cost more than a few steaks I'd had that tasted infinitely better. I decided never to buy one again. I left the mall and hailed a taxi. I decided since I was on a roll to head out to Barra Shopping. Little bit of a taxi ride but worth it. The ratio of men to women was about the same, however, the girls shopping here had money, no doubt about it. The shops were classier and more expensive and so were the women. These women regardless of their class were still eyeing me. I felt pretty good about this, as women in the US wouldn't have given me a passing glance. I hung around there a couple of hours and decided to head back to Copacabana and the apartment. I arrived around 3:00 PM and Tom and Dan were awake, refreshed and ready to go. We went to our regular kiosk and did some people watching and drank beer. At around 6:00 PM we decided to cruise on over to the Meia Pataca and the Terraco and check out the scenery. We encountered Dangoobia at the Terraco and decided to hang around and drink some more. We all exchanged stories about our escapades and for some reason I never mentioned Illiana. A few other mongers showed up and a few of us, Dangoobia included, decided to meet up at Club Help later when it opened. I believe it opens around 9:00 PM. My mongering entourage and I decided to head back to the apartment and freshen up and get some rest. At around 8:30 PM we hit the road destination Terraco restaurant. When we arrived, Dangoobia was waiting with a table and we sat around and drank booze until Club Help opened. We paid the fee, which was 25 or 30 R and entered the club. Dan, Tom nor I had been in Club Help before and weren't prepared for how big it was. It has a huge dance floor and a second floor lounge area that gives you a view of the whole club. It has several bar stations around the perimeter of the dance floor, so getting booze is quite easy. The drink buying process however, was a little confusing, as you have to buy a ticket for your preferred drink and present it to the bartender. I am still trying to understand the "why" of that. We were waiting close to the entrance for the women to enter and saw Sandman walking up the stairs. He had a good buzz going and seemed in good spirits. He gave us some good advice that I shall now pass on to you. He told us to wait by the entrance, as the lighting was very bright. That way you could really get a good look at a possible prospect. He also iterated that later in the evening to hang out by the bathrooms and watch the girls as the lighting was good there also. He added however, that is if you can stand the effluvia that issues forth from the bathrooms. We understood what he was saying, but we weren't prepared for the stink that we experienced when we took his advice. I was only able to handle it for a few moments. There were plenty of women on the dance floor and Dangoobia was pointing out several of the girls he'd bedded previously. He told me he was interested in checking out one of the sex hotels for a night of pleasure. I believe he was interested in a place named Bambina's, but I'm not absolutely positive. I hung around for about an hour and left the club. The music was so loud that the bass was clipping the speakers. Let me point out that I'm a professional musician and I will not endure poor sound quality. Tom, Dan and Dangoobia stayed inside for a while longer. When they came out, Dan had a hot little young girl (Photo: Maria 69), Tom had some cute little spinner and Dangoobia was alone. They saw me sitting with two girls and came over. We hung around the Terraco for about an hour and saw Sandman leaving with a cute spinner. We bid our good-byes and headed for the apartment. I had one woman on each arm and felt like a king. I was drunk and I still felt ill, but fuck it! We got back to the apartment and listened to some music. I told Tom he'd have to take the inflatable mattress as I had two girls with me and he acquiesced. The two girls I was with weren't the most beautiful girls, but they enjoyed their jobs and I had no trouble busting a nut with them.(Photos: Quatro 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86) We went to sleep afterwards and when I awoke at 7:00 AM, we decided to do it again. I again busted a nut. I'm not sure what it was about them, but I'll tell you one thing, they were passionate, very passionate and that I like! Afterwards, they showered got dressed and left. I gave them 200 reais a piece plus 10 reais for taxi. I don't know what Tom and Dan paid. The girls that accompanied them had left way earlier. I fell into a blissful slumber for about two hours.
Day 8, Friday Oct 22, 2004
I woke up around 9:30 and did my usual thing. Walk, play guitar, get some vegetable beef soup etc…. When I got back to the apartment around 11:00 AM, I made Dan and Tom get out of bed. I had set up a tour of Corcovado with Sandman's translator and we were supposed to be on the road at 1:00. That gave us two hours and knowing the two procrastinating bastards that resided with me, I got them up a little early. It turns out I was right in doing so because it took them almost the full two hours to get motivated. Dan and Tom had told Mina and Karen to meet us at 11:00 AM at the apartment. I told them to tell the girls 11:00 AM so that they would be on time. Sure enough, the girls came strolling in around 12:45 PM. I told everyone I was to meet the translator at Sandman's place and we would pick them up at around 1:15 PM or so. I told them to wait at the apartment and not to go anywhere. I left and walked to Sandman's, which was only three blocks from the apartment. When I arrived at Sandman's I was met by a stunning creature. I didn't know the translator was a woman. I will not divulge her name as I wasn't given permission to, but I will say I took an immediate liking to her. She's a real down to earth girl and definitely has a good head on her shoulders not to mention a rack like no tomorrow. She wasn't the prettiest girl I'd seen in Rio, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder so they say and to me she was beautiful. I hit on her a few times during the course of our touring around, but I knew she had a boyfriend and I didn't really want to infringe on his territory. I will point out however, that she did seem attracted to me. Anyway, we were waiting around for the transportation to show up and when it did, we realized it was too small. Sandman sent it away and got a van for all of us with a driver. It was sufficiently large enough. We left to pick up everyone at my apartment. We were about 20 minutes late as of result of changing vehicles. It didn't matter, it seems they were preoccupied with…oh you get the point! We waited for 15 minutes for them to get their shit together and then we left. Our first stop was a museum and I can't remember the name of it to save my life. We were there about an hour and then left. On our way to Corcovado, our translator was pointing out various historical parts of the city. She was also translating between the girls and the guys. We kept her busy. On our way up to Corcovado, I noticed Karen was giving Dan a bbbj in the very back seat of the van. Tom had his hands on Mina as well, but they kept it clean. Dan had a shit eating grin on his face the likes of which I will not soon forget. I smiled to myself. I looked at our translator and I realized that she too knew what transpired in the very back of the van. We both smiled at each other and giggled to ourselves. We made it to Corcovado and it was stunning. The weather was beautiful and I got some good photos.
We left about three hours later and made our way to a beautiful restaurant in the hills below Cristo. We had some steamed heart of palm tree that I didn't really care for and some other stuff. The dinner was good the company was excellent and we tripped the night fantastic.
We left the restaurant at around 8:30 PM and headed back to Copacabana. The van dropped Tom, Dan and the girls off at the apartment and I accompanied the translator back to Sandman's. I paid her the agreed upon fee and gave her a little extra. She was truly invaluable to the great evening we had. She hugged and kissed me gently on the cheek and I watched as she made her way safely into Sandman's apartment building. I had the driver take me to my apartment and I bid him farewell. Upon entering the apartment I was surprised to see Mina and Karen dancing around to the sounds of samba music. Mina was wearing nothing but shorts and was pulling Toms dick out. She started giving Tom a bbbj and Karen joined in. I took some pictures (Photo: Karen & Mina 90 and then decided to leave and give them some privacy. I went to the Terraco and watched the scenery and had a few beers. I saw a girl with a pink kind of halter on looking at me and I motioned her over.(Photo: Quatro 92) She sat with me and I ordered her a fruity drink. It seems a lot of the working girls don't imbibe. Maybe it's because they don't want to be taken advantage of financially. Who knows? I spoke to her in my limited capacity and we sat enjoying the night. I offered her 200 reais for the evening and she accepted, but indicated she couldn't stay all night as she had children. I asked her how many children she had and she told me she had three children, two boys and one girl. I couldn't believe it. This girl was in incredible shape for having had three children. At that point I didn't believe her, but later when she was naked I could see the stretch marks and I knew she'd had at least one kid. We headed back to my apartment and when we arrived, Mina and Karen were gone. Dan was awake, but Tom was asleep in the bedroom. I told Dan I needed his room and asked if he would mind sleeping on the inflatable mattress. He said no problem and so I took a shower with the girl and we commenced to the bedroom. We did what comes natural, with her giving me a passionate bbbj that I thoroughly enjoyed. We went through the various positions. Her favorite was doggy style. I didn't bust a nut! Goddamn it! I had to fake it again and I finally understood what it must be like for the millions of women around the world that can't orgasm and have to fake it all the time! It sucks!!!! She left around 4:00 AM. I let Dan have the room and went to exhaustive sleep on the inflatable mattress, which kept deflating as it had a hole we couldn't seem to find no matter how hard we tried.
Day 9, Saturday Oct 23, 2004
The morning started off as usual with the two sleepy heads sleeping the day away. I left and did my daily routine ending up back at the apartment around 12:00 PM. The procrastinating sumbitch's were still in bed (big surprise), so I poured me a few drinks and decided to give Illiana a call. I had told her previously at Sugar Loaf, that I would call her on Saturday. She answered the phone and we decided to meet at the Rio Sol mall. She was waiting in front of the mall and she looked stunning. It seems that it is a requirement in Rio for a woman going to the mall to dress up. She looked absolutely edible! We walked around the mall and I bought her a couple of things. They weren't expensive but she seemed overjoyed by it. We left the mall after about an hour and got something to eat at some out-of-the-way seafood restaurant that she claimed was exquisite. She was right! The food was to die for! I had some shrimp and lobster tail and she ate like most of the Brazilian women I'd met, like a bird! After we finished eating, she asked me what I wanted to do next. I told her, as best I could that I just wanted to see the city, so she hailed a taxi and off we went. We went to Centro and a few other places and I was enjoying her company immensely. I called Dan on his cell and told him I would be preoccupied for the day and not to worry. We spent about three hours exploring the city. We went places even she had not been before. At around 6:00 PM she asked me if I wanted to come with her to her place. I was a little hesitant, as I did not know what area of Rio she lived in and it could be dangerous for me. Warning bells rang in my head, but one look at her demure smile made me throw all caution to the wind. We hailed a taxi and made our way to her place. All I can tell you is that it was located somewhere in Rio. Before we arrived at her apartment, we stopped at a market and got some beer and smokes. She hadn't smoked any cigarettes up to this point so I had presumed she was a non-smoker. We got to her apartment and she lit up a cigarette. I asked her why and she told me she only smokes when she drinks. I told her it didn't bother me as I smoke like a chimney. I drank about six beers and she drank three. I could tell she was getting a little buzzed and she asked if I wanted to watch TV. I told her yes and she turned it on. Apparently, South American countries don't have the same taboos about showing naked flesh on TV. As she flicked through the channels I made her stop on a blonde girl who was stripping on the TV. This was my first trip to South America guys and I had no idea they showed stuff like that on broadcast TV. Anyway, I watched for a while and was getting aroused. I could tell Illiana was getting aroused too. She had no air-conditioning in her apartment and it was getting quite warm. I decided to take of my shirt and she was fascinated by the size of my man titties. I've always felt self conscious about it but she seemed more intrigued by them than repulsed. Maybe she was a little bisexual, I don't know, regardless, she came over to where I was sitting and started rubbing them. I was a little taken aback, but I didn't stop her. I motioned for her to take her top off too and she hesitated a moment but succumbed to the exoticness of the moment as well as the heat. She wore a white bra and she had very nice breasts, did I mention she was beautiful! I didn't ask her permission, but I started rubbing her breasts gently like she had done mine. So here we were, rubbing each other and I thought "what the fuck" and I leaned close to her face and gently kissed her. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and pulling me to her for a more passionate French kiss. She was a good kisser and the taste of beer and smoke on her breath just heightened the whole sinfulness of the situation. She reached down and unbuttoned by jeans and I slid my pants off. I tried to pull her skirt off, but it was fastened in someway I was unfamiliar with. She pulled back and undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing black panties and I wanted to eat what was under those black panties like there was no tomorrow! We embraced and kissed for a while. She started stroking my whack weasel and after a few moments my hand made it's way to her black panty covered pussy. As soon as I started to stroke it on the outside of her panty she pulled away abruptly. As she pulled away she wagged her finger back and forth and said "nao, nao, nao". I was thinking oh fuck a cocktease in Brazil! Was it possible? Could it be? The warning bells started ringing again and in the back of my mind I'm thinking, "is this a setup"? "Does she have a boyfriend waiting to break down the door and stab me to death"? I was starting to freak a little. I was after all somewhere on the out-skirts of the city and with a girl I hardly knew and no one knew where I was! I think that maybe she saw me tense up because she came over and started rubbing and kissing me again. I forgot my fears, damn the little brain that takes over, and commenced with the passionate kissing. She was stroking my throbbing trooper again and I couldn't resist myself as my hand made its way to her panty clad pussy. Instead of rubbing just the top, I decided to find the clit as soon as possible and start gently rubbing it. My hand made its way to the general proximity of her love button and my finger dashed in and found its mark. I pressed against it firmly and rubbed gently. She jerked a little but made a kind of moan, sigh in my ear. She didn't pull away this time, but I did. I got up from the chair and backed away from her saying "nao, nao, nao" wagging my finger the way that she had. She smiled and got up and walked over and grabbed me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. We fell on the bed and kissed and fondled each other. There wasn't any rush as I wasn't paying for it and she wasn't selling it. I told her "voce eh muito, muito bela", and I wasn't kidding either. I pulled out my digital camera and asked her if I could take some photo's to remember her by. She said ok, but not naked. I said fine! I proceeded to get the camera ready when I realized my battery was dead. Boy was I pissed! I looked through my bag for a spare and realized I'd left it in the apartment on the charger. What a fucking bummer! I continued searching through the bag when I noticed a small bulge in the side compartment. I unzipped it and I was saved. A very small disposable Kodak camera was safely nestled inside. I pulled it out and asked to her to pose for me like a model. As you can see by the pictures, she had no experience at modeling, but the photo's turned out ok!(Photos: Illiana 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107) After the photo shoot, she was more aroused than ever and proceeded to fuck my brains out. If I thought the working girls enjoyed their job, I was not prepared for the unbridled passion of a 23-year-old Brazilian wench who probably hadn't been fucked in a while. She had previously told me of several bad experiences with Brazilian men. When she started giving me head I literally thought she was going to eat me. I don't really like a hard and fast blowjob until I'm ready to spew so I told her to slow down a bit. She told me she wasn't very experienced at it and could I show her how. I, of course, obliged her and the lesson went very well indeed. I decided to return the favor and let me say her pussy tasted so good and can't even begin to describe it! I gave her every trick I knew and ended it with the CLIGEVA technique, which is a tri-fold stimulation technique I picked up from the Internet a few years ago. She had at least two orgasms and finally pushed my head away. She was kind of shaking at this point and wouldn't even let me touch her. I kept my distance for a minute or two and she gave me this look I can't quite describe. We went through many different positions before we finally collapsed in exhaustion. We both fell asleep and woke up to the sound of her roommate in the kitchen. We made our way to the shower and lathered each other and did some more fondling, boy this girl was insatiable. We dressed and she introduced me to her roommate. We sat around talking as well as we could and I asked Illiana if she and her roommate would like to go dancing. They both said yes almost simultaneously. Let me say now that Illiana's roommate was almost as hot as Illiana. I would have loved to fuck them both. Oh, by the way, I had no problem spuging with Illiana. In fact, I came like Mount Saint Helen's blowing it's top and sprayed her all over her chest with my man goo! That being said, the girls changed in something appropriate for dancing and we left but we decided to eat before dancing. Miria, the roommate, said she knew of a place in Ipanema that was excellent and not too expensive. I said Ok as I'd already experienced Illiana's idea of excellent food and thought "how could I go wrong"? We got to the restaurant, I can't remember the name and ordered some kind of meat dish. Whatever it was, it was absolutely superb. These girls sure knew good places to eat! Afterwards, we went to a place called the Irish Pub or something like that. There were a few Americans there as well as English speaking Europeans. Illiana told me she liked this place because she could practice her English. It was a bit too crowded for my tastes and we only stayed about an hour. There wasn't any dancing that I could see, just some pool tables and a kind of balcony. We finally made it to a nice dance club somewhere In Ipanema and I paid the cover, which wasn't very much. It was also crowded, but with lots of pretty girls so I didn't mind at all. We danced the night away and around 2:00 AM, I decided I'd had enough. I was drunk as usual about this time and I told the girls I was going to leave and get some sleep. They didn't want to leave and I didn't have a problem with it. I gave them some reais to continue partying with and some for taxi. Before I left, Illiana asked me to call her. I told her I would, but I never did. I'm not sure why. I made it back to Copacabana and the apartment at around 2:30 AM and both doors to the bedrooms were closed. I quietly poured myself a drink and contemplated everything that had transpired. I was in awe! I never made it to the inflatable mattress but drifted off in oblivion on the couch with a good feeling and a smile on my face. Dan and Tom had apparently had their fun as well. The girls woke me and indicated they wanted to leave. It was around 4:00 AM. I wondered why it seemed I was always the fucking doorman, but got up and let them out. I went back to sleep, but this time on the mattress. What a fucking incredible day! I never told Tom or Dan about Illiana. I'm not sure why.
Day 10, Sunday Oct 24, 2004
This day started out different with Tom, Dan and I getting up around the same time. The reason, I had made arrangements with Sandman's translator to show us around Ipanema and take us to the Hippie fair. The translator showed up around 9:00 AM and we were off. Tom had Paloma meet us at the apartment at 8:30 AM and I was amazed she showed up on time. We had breakfast at a nice little place in Ipanema that the translator said was exceptional and it was.
We made our way to the hippie fair and we would send her in to negotiate price for us. We were told that merchants give Brazilians better deals, but she still haggled with them. Dan and I bought some Indiana Jones kind of leather hats for about 1/8 what it would cost in the US and we also purchased some skimpy leather outfits for Mina and Karen to wear while dancing for us. I picked up a couple of really cool canes that were pipes as well. I really loved the hippie fair! It was fun just walking around and watching the native Brazilians shopping. I bought the translator a few trinkets, which she adored and bought several souvenirs for the people back home. After two hours or so, Paloma told Tom she had to leave and prepare for her dance show…some kind of martial arts dance called capoeira. They said their good-byes and we all promised to come and watch her show around 8:00 PM. We left about an hour later. It was hot that day and the hats came in handy.
We had lunch somewhere and then made our way back to Copacabana. We dropped off the translator at Sandman's place and headed for the Terraco for a few beers and god knows what else! Dan saw a hot pretty girl trolling in front of the Terraco, Club Help and the Mea Pataca. After her third pass Dan decided to call her over. After about 10 minutes Dan was off to the apartment with girl in tow. I must say I was quite impressed by my brothers' endurance. He is my OLDER brother after all. He just couldn't seem to help himself. Tom and I smiled at each other as he walked away. Tom and I moved to our favorite kiosk and decided to drink the day away. It was a beautiful day about 80 degrees and the sun was out. We sat there drinking for about two hours when Dan showed up. I asked how much he paid and he told me 100 reais. I told him that was a fairly good price for two hours and he seemed pleased. He said she was worth it and more but Dan has always been a little too generous with the ladies. We hung out there for a couple more hours and Tom and I were getting drunk. Dan was taking it slow. Tom's cell phone rang and it was Paloma. She told him that her show was canceled and Tom was a little disappointed. He told her he still wanted to see her and she suggested we meet at a café down the avenue. We went there and waited for about half an hour when Paloma showed up with a pretty little spinner who worked at Barbarellas(Photo: Franks 108 Photo: Sugar Loaf 109). We had some food and more drink and the girls told us they needed to go somewhere, but wouldn't say where. Tom was kind of drunk and a little pissed off by this, but Dan and I shrugged it off and decided to head back to the kiosk. We left with Tom whining like a little bitch. I told him to shut the fuck up and enjoy the night. That seemed to calm him down a bit. Tom had told Paloma to meet him at the kiosk after her business was finished. I can only assume she had a prior engagement arranged, why else would she leave? Anyway, she did eventually show up around 9:00 PM and Tom was too drunk to care. We sat around for about a half-hour when Tom decided he wanted to take Paloma to the apartment for some fun. I had no problem with that, so I gave Tom my key. He came back about an hour later and seemed happier. I wonder why? At this point I decided to go back to the apartment and get some reais as I was running low. Funny how the money goes when the beer flows! I got to the apartment and poured myself a hard drink. Beer is good, but I have to drink a lot more in order to get buzzed. I went to the electronic safe to get some reais and it had been left OPENED! I quickly looked inside and was relieved to see my digital camera still there. I was not very happy when I looked in my money wallet and discovered that I was missing 1000 reais. I was extremely pissed off! I looked around to see if anything else was missing and it seemed that all was in order. I grabbed what little reais I had hidden in the apartment (around 300) and left. I made my way down the side street when all of a sudden two policemen in uniform approached me. They stopped me and basically stripped searched me down to my underwear right there on the fucking street! I asked them "por que" but they wouldn't reply. I cooperated with them without hesitation. After they searched me from top to bottom and I do mean "top to bottom" they let me go. I was pissed, but also in shock! I just had 1000 reais stolen and then some street cops strip search me on the street "fuck"!!!!! I muttered to myself as I walked to the kiosk where Tom and Dan awaited. I told them what happened and they thought I was joking at first. We told the guy at the kiosk that we had made friends with and he said he would inquire about it with his police friend who was sitting in a police care right across the street. He left and came back a few minutes later. I may not have mentioned that he could speak fluent English. Anyway, he told us that I fit the description of some Hells Angels bikers that were in town and were raising hell with the locals as well as the police. I had heard about this myself, but never gave it a second thought. When I realized how I probably looked to a Brazilian it was a plausible story. I was wearing a leather cap and with a full beard and being burly, I could see the resemblance. The only good thing about this incident was that it had dulled my anger at the two fuckheads sitting next to me. One of which had left the safe open. I had, in my mind, ruled out my brother Dan, as he had not been back to the apartment in some time. I can only surmise that Tom had opened the safe to pay Paloma for his bang session and that he'd left the safe open and left her in the bedroom unattended. I didn't confront her because she seemed innocent. She hadn't left us as a guilty person might have, but sat at the kiosk as if nothing had happened. I didn't mention it at all that night, but the next morning I raised hell! I decided to drink my anger away and left Tom and Dan sitting at the kiosk with Paloma. I got back to the apartment and drank a few more stiff drinks and went to bed. I had no idea what Tom and Dan did the rest of the night and didn't care.
Day 11, Monday Oct 25, 2004
What a fucking week! I woke as usual, early. The sperm factories were still asleep! I did my regular routine and walked about the city. The boys woke up around the same time and we decided to stock up on supplies. On our way to the market I brought up the missing reais and Dan assured me he had locked the safe. Also, he reminded me that he had his own safe, which I had forgotten. I remembered at that point that "I" was sharing my safe with Tom, which narrowed the blame down a bit. When confronted, Tom told me he was pretty drunk and couldn't remember much of the events of the previous night. I acknowledged this, as I was witness to his drunkenness. I told him I wouldn't tolerate any other such bullshit and he promised to keep his head about him. Dan and Tom decided to hook up with Mina and Karen and we parted ways. I was still pissed about the money, but I still had about three grand in my account, so it's not like I was destitute or anything like that. I decided to put it behind me and chalk it up to lessons learned! I made it back to the apartment around 2:00 PM and it was empty. I had a few drinks and decided to head out to the Terraco. I was only there a few moments when I saw my roomies walking towards me with Mina and Karen. We sat around shooting the shit and about an hour passed when we noticed Sandman walking up to the table. We made introductions and continued drinking. I finally decided I needed something to eat and ordered this fillet mignon dish that was cut into strips and served with mushroom gravy. It was divine! I decided to head back to the apartment and said my good-byes to everyone. I was at the apartment alone playing guitar for about an hour when Tom and Dan showed up. I asked Dan where the girls where and he said they had some previous engagement but that they would meet us at the apartment around 9:00 PM. After a while, we decided to go to the kiosk and drink some beers. Dan decided to get a fairly large temporary tattoo by a guy on the beach. It was around 4:00 PM and the day was slowly ebbing into evening. We were sitting around having beers when all male eyes looked toward the beach. It seemed that a young woman was taking off all her clothes. Men pulled out their cameras by the dozen and my brother Dan was no exception. He made his way to the beach to take photos and after taking a few, the girl approached him and told him "noa photo". She was insistent and Dan had to show her that he had erased them. She then approached our table to sit with us. She had since put her clothes back on but her shirt was open and her breasts were still exposed. She reached over to my brothers' temporary tattoo and smeared it all to fuck and then started rubbing her exposed tits with the ink. She could speak pretty good English and she kept saying, "this is my bikini" as she attempted to cover her small nubile breasts with the dark, gooey ichor. Dan had the tattoo guy repair the tattoo and we sat around for awhile drinking beer and making small talk. She indicated she had to leave and that was ok by me, as she was kind of annoying in an adolescent sort of way(Photo: Beach Girl 110). We left the kiosk around 7:30 PM and headed back to the apartment. We had a few drinks at the apartment and the girls showed up around 9:30 PM. We drank some more and the girls danced for us the whole time. Mina had on her samba outfit and Karen had only her panties on.(Photos: Karen & Mina 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150) At around 10:30 PM, Tom retired to my room with Mina for some loving and Karen continued to dance for Dan and I. She stopped abruptly and went to the restroom. Dan decided to turn on the TV and I told him about the channel I was watching with Illiana. I didn't mention Illiana though. I just told him about the channel. He found the channel and we started watching girls stripping on TV! I love this fucking country. I decided to pull my cock out and stroke it! I mean we had already double-timed Karen and I figured "fuck it"! I noticed some blueberry kerry lotion just within arms reach and grabbed it and lubed up the old tube steak. Dan noticed what I was doing and decided to do the same. So, here we are stroking man meat when Karen walked out of the bathroom. She was immediately interested and continued to watch us. I do believe it turned her on. She decided to join in and grabbed both our cocks and simultaneously started jacking us! After a minute or two Dan decided he wanted to fuck her so he grabbed her from behind and thrust her panties down. His turgid manhood was as hard as a rock! She stopped him just after he put a condom on and let him know she wanted his dick in her ass. Being a man of action, my brother didn't hesitate at all. He lubed up the condom and while she was jacking me, he entered her bunda. I was enjoying this immensely! She was still jacking me when I pulled away and placed my dick on her lips. She greedily sucked it in, but just the head. I was jacking the length while she was sucking just the head. I was watching the girl stripping on TV, Dan ass fucking Karen and I was pretty much in ecstasy. I could tell Karen and Dan were about to cum. Dan was thrusting against Karen's bunda like a man possessed and Karen was sucking the head of my dick like a woman stranded in the desert hoping for a drink of water, salty water. I thought to myself "god it would be cool if we all came together"! And guess what? We did! Dan came, Karen came and I jizzed all over Karen's face and she licked it up like a porn star. Dan hunched over her in exhaustion and she continued to lick my spunk monkey clean of all its leite. No sooner had she wiped her face off, she jumped up and started running around the apartment singing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, …hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah… I was fucking amazed. I had never seen a women so pleased to have drunk my spunk. She was jumping around like a triumphant athlete who had just won an event in the Olympics. I realized that this was the first time I had cum with Karen and she knew I was having difficulties with my diabetes. I could see by the gleeful look in her eye that she felt she was special for being able to get me off. Either way it was an experience that I will probably never have again and I will always treasure. Dan, Karen and I decided to take a shower and we fit in the shower with no problem. We lathered Karen up and explored her every nook and cranny. It was very sensual. When we finished and came out into the living room, Mina and Tom were sitting on the couch. We knew they had to leave to catch their bus and we escorted them outside. We came back into the apartment with knowing smiles on our faces. We sat around a while sharing events and decided to hit Club Help. We left the apartment around 11:30 and made our way to the Disco of Sin…he, he, he, he…We never made it inside! I saw two black girls that looked very friendly and made my way to them. Tom didn't seem interested, but I didn't care. I told them "Eu nao quero sexo esta noite", but I would like to take photos of them naked with each other. I asked them if they liked girls as well as men and they said yes. I offered them 50 reais a piece for photos and they agreed. So off to the apartment we went. Tom decided to pick up this little gypsy Brazilian girl on the way(Photo: Franks 151). I got the girls back to the apartment and we all relaxed a bit before the show started. I got the girls in the bedroom and they took off their clothes. They weren't the hottest girls, but one had these DSL's that were out of this world. Her eyes were blue and they were not contact lenses. Anyway the show commenced and I gotta tell yah it's not easy taking photos with one hand on your cock!(Photos: Black Bisexuals 152 153 154 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165) After about 15 minutes of posing and muff diving, Dan couldn't restrain himself and jumped in. He took the girl with the blue eyes grabbed her and started feeling her all over. She never hesitated! She reciprocated by sucking a condom right onto his dick and offering her bunda to him for his pleasure. He slammed, and I do mean slammed, his pocket rocket as far as he could into her juicy wet slit. Tom was watching in the doorway with the gypsy girl giving him head. I couldn't' restrain myself either and pulled my meat puppet from my pants. I made my way over to the blue eyed black girl and she instinctively knew that I wanted her juicy, puffy lips wrapped around my whack weasel. She again didn't hesitate, but slurped me right in. Meanwhile, the other black girl came over and started sucking blue eyed girls' tits, making sure I could see her. Dan continued his doggy style assault and I pulled away from blue eyes. I stoked my dick and watched the other girl suck blue eyes' titties. I was in heaven! The other girl stopped sucking titty and came to where I was on the bed and started sucking me off. She had pretty nice lips too and knew how to suck a tube steak that's for sure and for certain. I knew I wasn't going to bust I nut, I could just tell. I pushed the girl away after 5 minutes or so and motioned for Tom and his gypsy girl to join in. The gypsy girl didn't want to, so Tom, eager to join in, paid the gypsy 50 reais for the blowjob and showed her the way out. Dan climaxed and fell to the side. He was a happy camper, but obviously exhausted. Tom was just getting started with the other girl when blue eyes indicated she wanted to leave, job being done and all. The other girl didn't want to leave, so I paid blue eyes 150 reais and showed her out. She seemed all business after the deed was done, but the other girl was something else. Needless to say, Tom popped and pretty much rolled over a passed out. He was really, really drunk! The girl wanted to take a shower and I didn't have a problem with that. While she was taking her shower, Dan made his way to his room and went to bed. I left Tom on the bed as it was evident I wouldn't be able to budge him. I'll call this girl mask girl. Mask girl came out of the shower and got dressed. She hugged and kissed me goodbye and I let her out of the room. I was utterly exhausted. I sat down on the couch and before you know it I was in la la land.
Day 12, Tuesday Oct 26, 2004
Nothing much happened today. For the first time without my assistance, Dan and Tom woke up fairly early. It was around 10:00 AM. We freshened up and made our way to the beach. Tom and Dan had made plans to hook up with Mina and Karen later on. They were going to stay all night this time as they had arranged for someone to watch their children. I had no plans whatsoever except to take it easy. Dan, Tom and I just walked up and down the beach most of the day enjoying the sun and stopping for a beer every few hundred feet or so. We made it back to our apartment around 4:00 PM and decided to take a nap. Dan told me the girls wouldn't be their till around 8:00 PM. I woke up at 6:30 and made some coffee. The smell of it woke both Tom and Dan. Being from Washington, we love our coffee very much. We sat around and drank beers and mixed drinks till the girls showed up…they were on time for the love of God! Actually, truth be told, they were early! I'm beyond being surprised at this point. The girls told Tom and Dan that they had arranged it so they could stay with us for the next three days. Dan and Tom seemed happy about this. Dan and I gave Karen and Mina the leather outfits we bought them at the hippie fair and they were very happy. We let them wear our hats as they went well with the outfits. They danced around for a couple of hours.(Photos: Karen & Mina 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199) I needed to drain my main vein and got up and made my way to the bathroom. When I came out the living room was empty but I could hear sounds coming from my bedroom. I opened the door and Tom, Dan, Mina and Karen were doing the wild thing on my bed. I immediately grabbed my digital camcorder and started shooting. I will say this one last time…it's very difficult shooting video when you've got one hand stroking. Anyway, this went on for about an hour. I never joined in as I was just too fucking tired! When it was over, Tom and Mina wanted sleep. Dan and Karen came out of the bedroom and we sat around for a little while. They decided to sleep as well and we said goodnight. They went to Dan's bedroom and I slept on the fucking mattress with my hand on the electronic pump the whole time. I would periodically turn the pump on to keep it from deflating. I think the reason everyone retired so early was we had plans to go to the markets in Centro with the girls to buy some souvenirs.
Day 13, Wednesday Oct 27, 2004
We all woke around the same time; it was approximately 9:00 AM. Tom made some coffee and after everyone freshened up we decided to have some breakfast. We ate at some small place off the main drag and as usual it was good. Afterwards we took a taxi to the subway station and headed for the markets. We shopped for three hours or so and picked up some really nice souvenirs for friends and family back home.
We decided to have some lunch, so the girls took us to some all you can eat buffet that was so inexpensive I couldn't believe it! I guess the Brazilians know the cheapest and best places to eat. Anyway, the food was good, but the quality is what one might expect in an American all you can eat place. The variety was good and the dishes unusual. We finished there and we explored more downtown areas. At around 6:00 PM, we decided to head back to Copacabana. We took the subway back and I must say I liked the subway a lot. I felt a lot safer on the subway than I did in the taxi. Those taxi drivers are some crazy sumbitch's. We got back to the apartment and lounged around for a little while, listening to music and just enjoying being lazy. I told everyone I wanted to eat dinner at Marius'. I had been trying to eat there since we got to Rio, but something always seemed to get in the way. Mina wanted to go, but she had told Tom about this nice restaurant in Ipanema that served tradition Brazilian food and that we would enjoy it. I capitulated and we left for the restaurant around 7:30 PM. I wasn't disappointed either! The food was excellent! The atmosphere was excellent! The service was excellent! Now if I could only remember the fucking name of that place!(Photos: Karen & Mina 200 201 202 203) Things commenced as they do when eating dinner and when we were done, we were stuffed. We took the rest of the food back to Copacabana and gave it to some street kids on the way back to the apartment. At the apartment I told Karen that I wanted to sing some songs. She and Mina started talking with each other and informed Tom that they know of a karaoke place and that we should go. We said Ok! We left the apartment and hailed a taxi. Now our first excursion to a karaoke bar took us a long time. This time the girls said it was very close (yeah right!). I'm not sure at this point what a Brazilians definition of close is!!! We drove for about 20 minutes and had to take a detour. Apparently a tunnel was closed for repair of something like that. We had to take the long way around. As we got closer to our destination we noticed a blockade ahead of us. I was about to call the whole thing off and have the taxi turn around. I realize now that it would have been a big mistake. As we approached the blockade, we were motioned to the side by the military police. When we stopped on the side, the police made us get out of the car at gun- point…at fucking gunpoint! I'm thinking "oh fuck, what now!" They frisked us quickly and let us go. They didn't even check our passports! I'm thinking "Jesus Christ, fuck the karaoke bar". Well we finally made it to our destination and it was closed, closed, closed…after about 50 reais on taxi, it was closed! I decided "fuck it" and we headed back to Copacabana. We arrived at the apartment without incident and Tom informed us that he had booked a hotel room for the next two nights so that he and Mina could have some privacy. I was relieved! I could sleep in my bed finally and I didn't have to look over my shoulder and worry about security. They left not long after we got back and Dan, Karen and I lounged around a little while. Karen took a shower and changed clothing. She came out of the bedroom in a nice sexy pant outfit. I told her she looked good and I could see Dan was pleased as well. She wanted to go out dancing, but I wasn't up for it. She told us she'd never been to Club Help before and wanted to go there. Dan acquiesced and they left. I had the apartment to myself! I relaxed and played some guitar while listening to the sounds of the night. I played for about an hour drinking the whole time and decided to hit the rack. I don't know what time Dan and Karen came back as I was in a deep sleep!
Day 14, Thursday Oct 28, 2004
Our last day and night in Rio, what a depressing thought! I woke up early and headed to the Terraco. It was about 10:00 AM… I sat there eating my vegetable beef soup and drinking wine. Sandman and a few other mongers whose names escape me showed up and they could see I was depressed. They instinctively knew it was my last day in Rio. We talked about the "Rio blues" for awhile and it seemed to help me. Dangoobia showed up and I could see the forlorn look in his eyes. His last night and day had been yesterday and it showed. He was leaving that afternoon and I thought I was depressed. He sat around looking dismal for awhile and then decided he would try to get one last fuck in before leaving. I never asked him later if he succeeded or not. I never got the chance to see him before he left. After talking for a while, I asked Sandman if I could use his translator again and he told me it wasn't a problem. I wanted to go to Marius for dinner my last night in Rio and take the girls. I felt it would make the night more enjoyable if we had someone to translate for us. I contacted the translator and she seemed happy at the prospect of eating at Marius. She also suggested that maybe we should go to a street party afterwards. I was down for that and so were my partners in crime. I made plans to pick her up via taxi at 8:00 PM. I bid my fellow mongers adieu and headed back to the apartment. Dan and Karen were awake and we decided to hit the beach. It was a fairly nice day and we enjoyed the sun. Tom and Mina showed up a little while later and we sat there for a few hours in melancholy. We decided to leave and everyone went their separate ways. I went back to the apartment and played guitar for a while and took a nap. When I awoke, Dan, Tom, Mina and Karen were in the living room listening to music. Both girls gave me a big hug when I came out of the bedroom and started dancing around. These girls sure love to dance! It was around 7:00 PM and I told them that I was going to pick up the translator at 8:00 PM and that we would take separate taxis to the restaurant. At 7:45 PM I left to pick up the translator. I buzzed Sandman's door and entered his apartment. The translator was there along with a few other people. The translator asked if we would mind if a friend of Sandman's and his girl for the night could accompany us. I replied "more the merrier". The translator and I left by ourselves via taxi and made our way to the restaurant. We got a table and everyone else showed up around 15 to 20 minutes later. The food was unbelievable. I have never been to a classy all you can eat place that served Lobster tail! The translator was enjoying her food immensely and I appreciated that. The entry fee was around 17 USD and it was worth every dime. Mina and Karen, unfortunately, ate like birds. Sandman's friend and his gorgeous girl for the evening were enjoying themselves as well. The girls at some point asked us to sing a song. After discussing it a few moments we decided to sing Daniel by Elton John. Not long after the first verse, everyone at the table was singing. I was thinking to myself "jeez, in the US, they would kick us out and ban us from ever returning again if we broke out in song at a classy restaurant"… Anyway, the food was great the atmosphere was great the company was great what more could you want…he, he, he, he. After all was said and done, we were stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey. I was drinking Tequila like it was water and the translator was amazed that I was still coherent. We all left in separate taxis. I dropped off the translator at Sandman's and she hugged and kissed me gently and told me she had a wonderful time. I would have bedded her if given the opportunity, but alas it was not to be. I decided to hit Club Help and finish of my Rio trip with a big bang!(no pun intended). I sat around outside Club Help for awhile and decided to order a bottle of Tequila. I had a shit load of reais remaining and intended to spend most of it before I departed! Dan, Tom, Mina and Karen showed up and I asked if they wanted a shot. They declined and Tom and Dan ordered beer and fruity drinks for the girls. I proceeded to drink my Tequila enjoying the taste (I drink it straight up) and whom do I see sitting at a table, but the three girls that I had bedded on separate occasions sitting together. I don't know if they were friends but they acted like it. I decided to call them over and they seemed happy about it. They knew I was a gentleman as they had been with me before. As they sat down at our table, I noticed a commotion occurring on the other side of the restaurant. There was an American Italian guy (clearly evident by his flamboyant behavior) that I had seen on previous nights at the Terraco. He was an asshole! He treated the girls like they were meat and it pissed my off! I wanted to fuck him up, but I didn't think that was a good idea given where I was and all. He was having an altercation with a girl he'd been with previously and she wasn't happy by the fact that he was sitting with three other pretty Brazilian chicks. The girls told us she was informing all the other girls that the Italian was hers and that her and her friends would fuck any other girl up whom infringed on her territory. Wow, what drama! Anyway, the restaurant personnel shooed her off and the commotion died down. After about fifteen minutes the Italian moved with his girls in tow to a table a few feet from ours. A flower girl was trying to sell flowers to him for the pretty girls and he started making fun of her. This guy was a dick of monumental proportions. I decided to buy flowers for the girls at our table. He gave me this look of disgust, but the girls sitting with him had a kind of longing look in their eyes, so once again like so many times during this vacation I said "fuck it" and I bought all the flower girls flowers and gave them to the girls sitting with the Italian. I believe he wanted to kill me! He had a looked of hatred in his eyes that said trouble was coming! He stood up as did his partner and Tom, Dan and I stood as well. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a few other fellow American mongers standing up as well. The Italian noticed this also and slowly sat back down hatred still in his eyes. He finished his drink and decided to leave. He threw the flowers on the ground as he was departing giving me this look of satisfaction. I picked them up and gave them back to the flower girl who immediately began selling them again. At this point I decided to head back to the apartment for some fun. I got up paid my tab, grabbed my bottle, grabbed the girls a departed. Tom and Mina went their separate ways and Dan and Karen followed me back. I got back to the apartment and retired to the bedroom with the girls. I took photos of them with some masks I bought at the hippie fair and all I can tell you is three girls are way too much for me!(Photos: Quatro 204 205 206 207 208 209) That being said, we jostled we jiggled we moved and we grooved till every physical law we thoroughly disproved. Over and under and around we went till my energy was totally spent. I busted a nut like Mount Vesuvius blowing it's top! Whew!, what a way to end a vacation! I drifted off to sleep and the girls woke me at 4:00 AM. They needed to hit the road and I paid them 150 reais a piece and 10 each for taxi and let them out of the apartment. I went back to bed and slept till 9:00 AM.
Day 15, Friday Oct 29, 2004
Our plane was departing at 2:00 PM and we needed to pack. I went to the Terraco around 10:00 AM for my last bowl of vegetable beef soup and Sandman was there with a few other mongers. I told them about my last night and they smiled knowingly. Sandman gave me some advice about leaving later in the day and having a taxi hold my luggage, that way I could go to a terma and have a session or two and leave directly from the terma to the airport. What a concept! I believe my next trip that is exactly what I'm gonna do! I finished my soup and said my good-bye's to everyone. I made it back to the apartment and had to force Dan and Karen to get out of bed. We needed to get ready to depart. We packed our things and cleaned up the apartment. Our point of contact came and retrieved the phones and the keys to the apartment. We left a little early and I'm glad. The traffic was horrible and the last thing I needed was to miss my flight (secretly though, I wish I would have). Dan, Karen and I rode together to the airport. Mina and Tom took a separate taxi. The girls wanted to come with us to the airport and I didn't mind. I could have done without the drama though! Going through customs wasn't as easy leaving. Sandman had told me I might have problems getting the butane lighters through. They detained me for 15 minutes or so and made the decision to let me keep the lighters since they were empty and posed no threat. I was relieved as they were nice lighters and presents for friends' back home. We had some food at a little place in the airport and even the food there was good.(Photo: Paloma 210) When it came time for us to leave, the girls follow us to the gate and I hugged and kissed Mina and Karen and went down the ramp to the plane. Dan and Tom lingered a bit longer and I'm glad I missed the tears real or not! We were all in a state of depression and I decided to get drunk. I did and enjoyed it! The flight was uneventful and we made it to JFK alive. Dan took a different plane from JFK to Frisco and Tom and I had the same plane back to Seattle. We didn't talk much during the flight. We arrived safely in Seattle and my wife was there waiting for us. The weather was horrible, rainy and cold. I thought about Rio longingly and pushed the thought aside. I was back in the US and had to reframe my thinking. I almost immediately started planning my next trip in my mind. Things I would do differently..etc… I have a reservation for Oct 2005 and this time I'm coming alone!! If you manage to read through this whole report I'll be impressed. It's lengthy, but as I'm not the best writer in the world, I couldn't seem to abbreviate it. I will bid you now farewell and happy hunting.
Tips:
1. If you go with someone, get your own hotel room or apartment. Privacy is one issue as well as security. I lost 1000 reais as a result of lax security.
2. Unless you're staying for a short while, get an apartment. It's cheaper, no charge for guests and it's usually roomier.
3. Don't go for the 10's unless you're into platonic women. Most of the hottest girls I saw had attitude you could spot a mile away. I had fun with 6, 7, and 8's. Passionate, fun, and cheaper!
4. Don't get diabetes! Take care of yourself and you won't. It sucks believe me!
5. Realize that the girls look much better in person. Film is unforgiving and just doesn't do justice to the girls!
6. Don't walk at night alone! If you read this report you'll no why. I was extremely lucky I didn't get more fucked up than I did. Regardless of how "bad" you think you are "don't do it".
7. Hook up with Sandman or any other full time monger there. You won't regret it. Sandman proved invaluable to my first experience in Rio!
8. Don't just stay in Copacabana! The city of Rio has much more to offer than just the girls.
9. Get a good map and study it before going. If you decide you want to go to a specific restaurant, or hotel or whatever you can probably find the address for it on the Internet. If you have the address you can write it down on a card and simply give it to the taxi driver…get a general idea where it is by using your map so you won't get ripped off!
10. Learn a little Portuguese. If you see the pictures of Illiana you'll know why!
Summary:
This was the best trip I've ever had in my life. It was certainly the most eventful vacation I've ever had. I'll abbreviate it now:
I was almost mugged and robbed. I was stripped searched on the street down to my underwear by the Rio police. I was pulled out at gunpoint from a taxi by military police. My brother and I double-timed a girl. I had 1000 reais stolen. I met a hot regular Brazilian girl and she opened a can of sexual whoop ass on me. I had three girls at once. I took photo's of two girls doing each other and then joined in. I faked about 8 orgasms. I drank like a fish and I bought a guitar, which by the way I gave to Karen to give to her son. That about sums it up. Goodbye until next time!!
