“Hi. My name is Bwana. I’m a putaholic.”

“Hi Bwana. Welcome.”

Sometimes it feels like I’m part of a special twelve-step community. And I want to thank many of my fellow putaholics who helped make this trip an especially enjoyable one. CortoGringo, Bluestraveller, Cdaze, Mack69, SFHombre, Broman, Alphaman (nice meeting you), Quayle, and many others. One of the things that makes trips to Rio special is the camaraderie of the puteiros that frequent the place. Gente boa. Sangue bom.

The dollar was up, averaging about 2.38 through the trip, which made everything seem a bargain (compared to last July when the dollar sat at 1.53), despite the fact that some termas owners, most notably at L’uomo, concluded that this particular time in history would be an excellent time to raise prices on everything. I dearly love Brazil, but there are some real dumbasses running some of the businesses there. Nonetheless, I bet on the dollar weakening again and bought enough Reais to get me through much of my next trip (May).

My personal stalker was apparently otherwise occupied, so I had no surprise overnight guests this time. I arrived a bit later than expected, thanks to a schedule change by United (fuckheads!) and a semi-retarded driver who left the airport without me and had to return. CortoGringo saved my ass by meeting me at the apartment with food and drink so I could eat quickly and depart for 4X4. Arrive. Eat. 4X4. That’s the usual first day program.

I also started the trip with a specific goal. This was to be a “no repeat” trip. CG also bought into the plan, so we worked to keep the other from being reeled into a repeat session by a persuasive GP.

4X4 was great as always. We weren’t there long before Arielly made an appearance and we headed upstairs. She’s a morena spinner with a phenomenally tight body, and very skilled. She’s a pro through and through, but sells the illusion very well.

That night a big group of us gathered for a great meal at Mr. Lam’s. My lesbian girlfriend (long story) joined us, and it was a fun evening, but I was still recovering from a cold, and was fried, so I called it a night after dinner while my partner in crime, CG, headed off to Solarium—which turned out to be closed because of a water main break—and then L’uomo.

The rest of the week is a blur…that happens some times. I think the rest of this report is factual, but others who were present may have to chime in. I do know that CG and I spent some time at the beach in Arpoador on Sat., and I believe Bluestraveller joined us that day.

Eventually CG and I set off for Monte Carlo. CG graciously handed Joyce over to me, as I was a Joyce virgin. Now I know what all the fuss is about. Those lesbians can really fuck. And she, more than any other lesbian I know, really, really loves it up the ass. While in the cabine I pulled out a Pocket Rocket. “I love those!” Joyce exclaimed. She then got into her bag of tricks and pulled out “Bill de California.” “Bill” is a big vibrating dildo that was a gift from a Bill from California, hence the name. She asked me to fuck her doggy-style while jamming “Bill” in her ass. She used the Pocket Rocket, which she dubbed “Bwana,” on her clit. She was lighting up like a Christmas tree with all those appliances applying their juice to her sweet spots at the same time. Not surprisingly, I left the cabine sweaty, exhausted, a bit wobbly, and minus one Pocket Rocket. Fortunately, I always bring at least three with me.

Sunday was another beach day. I spent the morning at the beach with CG, Mack and Cdaze, then met up with a former gf who worked at 4X4 but is now married with kids. Just sat and shot the shit for a few hours, then went back to meet up with my lesbian gf for some fun in the apartment.

Monday began with a run to the beach (near-perfect weather), lunch, and a run to 4X4 where Pocahontus—really, that’s her working name—took very good care of me, followed by Solarium (Festa da Internauta coupon special).

The ride to Solarium was a hoot. The cabbie had his CD player playing, and a Creedence song came on. CG and I started to sing along quietly. The cabbie turned to us and said “you guys like this?” “Claro!” we replied. So he cranked up the volume all the way, put on “Suzy Q” and the three of use rode through the evening singing at the top of our lungs. Not something I’ve ever experienced in a NYC cab.

Solarium was packed, but CG counseled me to just relax and bide my time. “The place will empty right at 9:00,” he said. And it was like someone sounded an alarm at 9:00. All the Brasilian men disappeared. “Their wives believe that they stay at work late, but anything later than 9:00 and they are in trouble,” CG explained. So, with the field free I grabbed a little four foot-something spinner whose name I don’t recall. She seemed feisty and energetic in the boite, and was all that and more in the cabine. Despite my being a bit tired, she had no trouble getting me off.

Now things get a bit fuzzier. Fatigue, alcohol (not much, but enough for me), and general disorientation set in. I believe Tuesday was the day of the infamous 4X4/Centaurus double/debacle, but I’m not certain. In any case, there was a day somewhere along the way where we started at 4X4. I believe that was the day I had the pleasure of being pleasured by Melissa, another spinner. She was definitely a worthwhile investment of time and money. She gave a lovely BBBJ, which was just what the doctor had ordered, and we finished in the position the locals call “frango assado.”

One of the guys in the group decided that we were all going to Centaurus. Most CH members know how I feel about Centaurus, but I was willing to give it a try. It had been years, after all, and things do change. The name of our ringleader will remain unstated, to protect the guilty. We left 4X4 in two cabs and immediately got stuck in horrible traffic. Not a huge deal, but our ringleader had been drinking enough that we all knew he was going to run into problems. Sure enough, we’re entering the freeway, but traffic is still crawling, and some guy goes running alongside the road in front of us. It’s our ringleader, and he gets a few cars ahead of us and drops his pants and starts taking a piss on the freeway! Our taxi driver is going berserk. “I’ve been driving cabs for a long time, but I’ve never seen anything like this.” Not only is Ringleader running along the freeway, but his wallet drops out of his shorts while he races to get ahead of us. Fortunately, some of the guys noticed this and got Ringleader’s attention so he could pick it up. Of course, while he’s taking a piss, the traffic suddenly opens up, so the two cabs have to stop and wait until he can climb back in, which didn’t exactly endear us to the other drivers.

We did make it to Centaurus, and it was one of the weirder termas experiences I’ve ever had. It started well, as Ringleader was able to get the Gringo tax and “pay in advance” features waived for the group (Ringleader and 4 others). But when we hit the boite things got strange. We were immediately surrounded—there’s no other word for it—by a couple dozen garotas. It was as though someone had tossed a few large chunks of bloody meat into the midst of a pack of hyenas. Girls were grabbing us, getting in our faces, rubbing us, grabbing our hands and putting them on their tits. They seemed to be working in teams. Two grabbed me and immediately started asking for a dupla session. It took a couple of minutes to shake them off, and two more grabbed me and tried to work the same ploy. Hands rubbing my chest, another rubbing my cock, lips against my ear telling me all the filthy things they wanted to do with me. I’d never experienced such aggressiveness in a termas.

To make matters worse, the girls just weren’t that hot. I’d generally accepted the claims by some of the CH fans of Centaurus that while their prices are high, the talent quality is higher than the other termas. After our evening there, I completely reject that claim. In fact, I think the talent was far better at Solarium than Centaurus, and the best girls at 4X4 are at least as good as the best at Centaurus. Centaurus has numbers, but the quality is nothing to get excited about.

Ringleader found someone who met his criteria, and Mack69 found a pair of tits that wrapped perfectly around his face, so those two went off. But Cdaze, CG and I spent the evening fending off the overly aggressive putas, and in the end we resorted to finding a corner where they’d just leave us alone. I found an absolute beauty, and chatted with her for a while, but the vibe was negative. She pushed way too hard to go immediately to a cabine. So, in the end, three of the four of us left without sessioning, and made our way to Café Felice so we could at least end the evening on a high note. And you read it here: I won’t be going back to Centaurus.

Another highlight of the trip was my single visit to L’uomo. For some reason I no longer recall (I may have been fucking a “civilian”), I arrived a bit late, but the party was just starting to roll. CG was being politely hustled by Doris, but he’d sessioned with her earlier in the week, so he was bound by oath to resist her entreaties (and she “entreaties” well). CG acquired another target, a really cute loira named Diane, and went to work on her. While he’s sucking face with Diane, Doris waves at me and asks me to come over. “Go ask the girl with CG if I’m her sister,” Doris says to me. So I do as ordered, Diane says “Yes, Doris is my big sister.” The look on CG’s face was absolutely priceless! But never one to be deterred, CG handed Diane his key and headed off to the cabine with her.

When CG returned to the floor, I was sitting with Doris, making her acquaintance. CG gave Doris a “what are you doing?!” look, and Doris turned to me and said “he doesn’t get to be jealous. He just fucked my sister!” CG and I both cracked up. Of course, I then handed Doris my key, and I believe I got a special grudge fuck that was really spectacular.

I also spent a bit of time in L chatting with an American from another board (ISG, I believe) who had been to Rio numerous times but acted like a total noobie. As we sat at the bar looking at the girls marketing their wares, he would comment on one, then another. “I think the one in black over there is really hot,” then “but the blonde girl in the pink outfit is smoking, too!” He went on and on like this, but never interacted with the girls. I asked him a few times if he was going to go with a girl, since he hadn’t said a word to one of them. He said he didn’t really spend time with the girls because he spoke not a word of Portuguese. “Not a word?” I asked. “Well, I can say yes and no and thank you,” he replied. After about 30 minutes of running commentary on which girl he thought was the hottest, he waved over the girl in the black outfit and handed her his key. Didn’t say hi, didn’t ask her name, nothing. I was really curious about what kind of a session he got, but he’d vanished by the time I emerged from my session with Doris (who, in fact, was the “blonde girl in the pink outfit”).

There were other highlights, but mostly of the variety that don’t merit reporting here. Dinners, celebrations, mornings and afternoons at the beach, music, ice cream runs, guitar playing, and so on. These things, though, are among the things that make Rio so special. Great people, great beaches, great food, great times. And great putas.

“My name is Bwana, and I’m a putaholic.” Some things will never change.

i think she going to call her new toy "bwana- Rocket"

(Message edited by cooldude on March 24, 2009)

I'll be your sponsor if you can get me free admission at 4x4

BD,
I couldn't help but laugh, reading about your time with Joyce. I too left the cabine, sweaty, exhausted and a bit wobbly. lol. I took a few fotos after our session and she looked emaceated ha ha. When i asked for fotos she look at me in horror and said NOW?? But she is a real trooper she just fussed with her hair for a few seconds and went into the poses. From the time the cabine door closed to about 5 minutes after the phone rang,to tell us time was up,it was non-stop, ending in me pounding her as hard as I could up the ass. Great Girl!

SF_Hombre-
Have you really reached a higher level such that you can be a sponsor?????

LL-
I have a batch of similar photos of Joyce as well. She seems to need something up her ass at all times. If it wasn't my dick or "Bill," she was shoving my thumb in there. Amazing puta!

Hello my name is CortoGringo and I am a termaholic. But, the only "12 step" program I am looking at, is for the stairs in 4x4. What a trip, great weather, good friends, wonderful food and the girls of Rio, I am not sure how it could be any better. There was a great group folks in Rio during this trip, some whom I had not seen in a few years and I can only hope to see each and every one on a subsequent trip.

Cat-
I am truly sorry about your next interaction with Doris. She will most likely still hold you responsible for my behavior, even though you were not even there. Just be sure to mention, that I at least spread $R to her family.

CG

In standard garota logic, the guy who actually acted like a vagabundo with her is forgiven. The friend of the vagabundo who didn't intervene and stop your wicked actions, I'm guilty for life.

Oh well, I'm always looking for excuses not to go to Luomo, being on Doris's shitlist serves multiple purposes for me.

The girl does have a very pretty face.

Bwana,

I had to chuckle because I spent a fair amount of time with Arielly on my last trip and enjoyed it fully. The comment about selling the illusion well is so true.

I also had to chuckle because I spent a lot of time with Joyce on my first trip when she was still working at L'uomo. Believe it or not she absolutely wouldn't do anal then.

Thanks for the shits and giggles. It seems that we may have similar taste in women!

The anal thing with Joyce, probably as she went total dyke, she made the psychological shift. The backdoor is for work with the guys, the front door is for the girlfriend. Probably loves to be eaten out then wants it up the ass.

At least, that's what I've seen in my travels.

Cat,

The girls have pretty much written CG off as a piranha. Partly, they blame Bia. Ironically, they seem to also blame you. Go figure.

I was told by two 4X4 girls that I was once assumed by all to be Rebecca's boyfriend, and later Gleice's boyfriend. But I was reassured when told that I'm now assumed by all to be a vagabundo.

Great! report Bwana Dik.

What dates in May will you be in Rio? I arrive May 22nd (depart June 9th). Being very appreciative of your guide, it would be my pleasure to buy you a nice supper somewhere. I'm sure you have your favorite spots.

It'll be my second visit and I am a 4x4holic. My first trip was in May/June of '07 - having finally seen the light after, in hind sight, wasting vacation time and money in Costa Rica and Buenos Aires in '05 and '06.

I'll be bringing a much traveled hobbyist but this will be his first time in Rio. I look forward to seeing the ear-to-ear grin on his face as we walk into the bar at 4x4.

Tchau!

Chicachaser-

Thanks. I'll be in town from the 15th to the 23rd, so maybe we can meet at 4X4 on the day you arrive. Drop me a PM as the date approaches.

BD