Next, REVALINO68 moved in and we were off to the races. He was on a strict budget, but within two days he knew he had blown it. Ahh, but what a way to blow your budget. I’d gotten in touch with Nellie from the boards and met up at Alcazar one afternoon for a Terma run.

What a boon. Nellie is good people. He was experienced in the way’s of Rio and had lots of good info. I'd never been to a Terma before and was looking forward to it.

We were waiting for a guy I’ll call Omaha when up walks a gentleman smoking a stogie and introduces himself.

Nellie says, “This is Jaguar”

WHAM!

Everybody jumped except for Jaguar who kept puffing on his stogie.

I looked over at REVALINO68. His jaw had hit the table and dented it. “You’re…you’re… you’re”, he stuttered, “Jaguar?”

“One and the same”

“Are those stories true?”

Stories, I thought, I seemed to remember a funny story by Jaguar about moldy pants, but I hadn’t had time to finish it yet.

“Every one of them”.

REVALINO68 seemed to remember more about Jaguar than I did. Luckily I didn’t know all that stuff then or I would have fled the scene immediately.

“You’re not anything like I pictured in my mind”, said REVALINO68.

“What did you picture?”

“I dunno, but it wasn’t you”

Later I asked REVALINO68 what he pictured.

“I always pictured a guy older and heavier. I never pictured a face, but kind of like a W.C. Fields body.”

Congratulations Jaguar, you don’t look as old and fat as W.C. Fields.

Omaha showed up and we headed off to my first ever Terma, 4x4. Luckly Omaha was learning Portugese and had been to Rio a number of times himself. This also set up a pattern over the next few days as Jaguar would meet us at Don’s Amerioca Tours around 3-4 o’clock and see us off on our Terma run. He wouldn’t go though, he had to go to the Favela bar and buy everybody a drink.

“When do you go to the Favela bar?”, I asked, intrigued.

“It depends. Seven o’clock is the scheduled time, but if I have a fight with MBL I’ve got to get away so I get there early, around six.”

Then he thought about it a minute and said, “Nowadays, it’s usually around six”.

On the taxi ride over Omaha asks Nellie who he took home from Help. Nellie responds that he repeated with the same girl from the night before.

Omaha is very expressionistic and gives Nellie his best 'Oh God why do you curse me with these moron’s' look and says, “You repeated? There are 300 girls in Help and you repeated? I’m going to trash you on the boards. What’s your handle?”

“REVALINO68”, Nellie replied.

We got to 4x4 and I changed into my robe and was careful with my key. I’d read the boards, I knew you never wanted to lose that key. We entered the disco, and it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. Dozen’s of girls, sexy Braziliaras, parading around in little more than a smile and a thong bikini, all trying to attract my attention. All of them wanted me.

It’s a strange feeling for an American male, only a few dozen guys like Brad Pitt can count on that sort of attention, and even then, most of the girls aren’t going to strip down to their underwear to ensure a score.

But here, I was a God. A sex God. All the girls wanted me. They’d do anything for me to have sex with them. It’s good to be alive. I started doing the Eddie Murphy dance from 48 Hours when he was at the strip club. It felt like the right thing to do. Nellie just laughed.

I took it all in, the sounds, the lights, the girls. I was grinning ear to ear. I’d never experienced anything like it, even at the top strip clubs in Vegas.

I leaned over to Nellie and shouted above the din, “If I die and go to Heaven, and it’s not this good, I’m really going to be pissed”. He smiled and nodded knowingly.

Within seconds my mind had put all the girls in order of preference. I kept my options open though and tried not to make any commitments. It was hard though.

Once I caught this girl’s eye and knew I was in trouble. I tried to shift my gaze away from her quickly by talking to Nellie.

“Uh, oh. I caught her eye”.

“Don’t look ‘em in the eye!”, he cried.

I held out as long as I could and then spotted my prey, Vanessa. A perfect Braziliara with a slightly oversized bunda for her frame. I was in lust. She came over and we tried to chat as much as we could. When she told me she was ‘Completa’ I was sold. She asked me if I wanted to go up to the room and I agreed wholeheartedly. She got up and I pulled her back down.

“Sorry, I can’t stand right now. If I do I’m going to skewer the three people in front of me and none of us wants that. Especially since one of them’s a guy.” I had to calm down before she took me upstairs.

It was perfect. I had in my mind found the perfect woman for my manly needs in a crowd of dozens. I had the top girl in my mind, no doubt about it. The session was everything I imagined it would be.

Then, almost as good, afterward I had a shower, steam, and another shower. What in the world could be more perfect than visual foreplay, choosing a girl, mad animal sex, and a shower and steam? And now I could do it all over again. This truly was heaven on Earth!

As I was coming down the stairs I saw the pictures of the featured girls on the wall and noticed that Vanessa is prominently displayed. ‘Yes’, I pumped my fist in victory, ‘I have nailed one of the top 4x4 girls’.

We all met up again in the disco for round two and I see Vanessa come in and begin flirting with some guy. I lean over to Omaha, who’s a psychiatrist, and tell him, “You know, I kind of feel a twinge of jealously when I see my girl with another guy.”

Another ‘Oh Lord why do you curse me with these morons’ look from Omaha.

“Your girl. Yoooour girl. Listen to yourself. Do you know what you’re saying? Just let her go, she’s just a one hour fantasy.” I know he’s right, but I still keep eyeing Vanessa.

I was determined this time to get an Amazon woman. I don’t like just one type of woman, my tastes vary fairly widely, blondes, brunettes, Amazons, short girls, my only general requirement is a nice bunda. I read MongerX say one time that when the bar is closing he choses a girl with big cans and a good attitute. I'm similar, just replace cans with ass. I couldn’t believe all the guys on the board who were into the girls’ looks. They all wanted stunners. I can’t see her face when she’s bent over with her face in the pillow and her ass in the air, what do I care?

So I go on an Amazon hunt. The top Amazon is a giant Morena already glued to a tall guy himself. I give up on that quickly because he’ll beat me to a pulp if I intervene, not to mention it’s bad manners to steal another guy’s girl. I’ve kind of been watching this blonde Amazon with a nice bunda and determine she’s in second place. So I start talking to her. Well talking is a bad term for somebody who doesn’t know more than 10 Portugese words. Fondling is a better term. Soon a different Morena Amazon, I’ll call her Morena2 steps up to talk to the blonde Amazon. Now I’m torn. Morena2’s a little cuter than the blonde. But the blonde is still taller and meatier and remains second Amazon in my mind, Morena2 is number 3.

Blonde Amazon asks if I’ll buy her a drink. Sure, I reply, thinking myself so well educated from those who have written these stories before. I’m going to buy you a drink to put you in a good mood, but I’m not going to give you my key, I’m going with you to the bar. We go over to the bar and the bartender gives her a drink and a Red Bull and writes down two numbers. What the heck is going on? I don’t drink hard liquor very often so I’m confused. The bartender and blonde Amazon assure me it’s all one drink as she pours the Red Bull into the glass.

Of course later on Nellie tells me I fell for the old Red Bull and vodka routine that costs like $11. Oh well, lesson learned. I vow it will never happen again.

After that I tell Blonde Amazon that I’ll get some water and we’ll head up to the room. The bar with water is across the way they tell me, so I make my way across the floor and when I come back Blonde Amazon is gone. What the fuck? I walk all over the disco. Nothing. I go out and down the hall and up into the bar. Still nothing. I’m looking for about 15 minutes and getting pissed. I come back into the disco and see Morena2. Where’s Blonde Amazon?

“Fucky fucky”, she says.

I’m stunned. I buy her a drink and she goes upstairs with another guy two minutes later? I don’t know who to be more angry at, her, or the guy who had watched me buy the drink and stole my girl.

After fuming a bit, I grab Morena2 and head up to the room. She was disappointing. All she wanted to do was get it over with. How can she not realize what a stud I am? I decide to finish up early and get it over with.

She takes a shower and when she’s done I dismiss her and take one myself. When I exit the room I see a long line of about 10 couples waiting for rooms. The first Braziliaro in line looks at me and says, “That’s really scary man, you came out of there alone”. He meant it in a mean way, but it was pretty funny actually.

I meet Nellie in the steam room and he remarks that the disco is packed with Brazilian cock. Boy was he right, cheek to jowl. Almost more guys than girls. We enjoyed a strip show and left.

Froggy,

You didn't let me down; the report keeps getting better and better.

Now I'm off to read part three...

Jag

Ah, yes the ol "hedge bull" at 4x4. lol,exactly live and learn. Enjoying your report so far

Thanks guys,

Good to know someone is reading it.

“If I die and go to Heaven, and it’s not this good, I’m really going to be pissed”. Great phrase - I hadn't thought of it but I like it.

this is my motto

“If I die and go to Heaven, and it’s not this good, I’m really going to be pissed”