The next day I went to 4x4. lvdocc introduced me to Darra, a blonde with a nice body, and he pointed out Julia as well. Julia was quite hot, with a rockin bod.

"Darra's great. She had me take off my robe belt and tie her hands with it. Next time I saw Julia she said, 'lvdocc, why do you never tie me up?'" He grinned widely. "Now they want me to do a dupla, but", he clutched his chest, "I think that would kill me". The girls continued to smile at us, knowing we were talking about them.

A dupla? That sounds like a challenge for Frogman! DA TAH DAH! I grabbed them both and we headed for a suite.

Darra was actually average looking, but she was the original dirty girl in bed. She insisted I take a picture of her with her tongue up Julia's ass. Then as I was fucking Julia, Darra picked up my camera and started filming Julia and me. Looking at the videos now, she did a fairly good job. Closups of my dick disappearring into Julia, and my favorite of me slapping Julia's ass while she bounced up and down on me with that tanned ass and the cute little thong tan lines you only get in Brazil. I was a happy camper. Thanks lvdocc.

It turned out that Taps and Uncle Spidey had never been to a Terma. They were Help guys and ususally found a girl to hang out with the whole time. We finally insisted they acompany us to 4x4 the next afternoon.

When they walked in they did the virgin monger jaw drop. That's so fun to see. Later I found them outside by the desk and announced, "I'm going in there and coming out with the tallest blonde in the place." Sure enough five minutes later I passed them by with Sol in hand (a different Sol than previous reports), and a big grin on my face.

Sol was easily 5'10", with legs up to her neck. What I didn't realize until I got in the room with her was that since she was such a big girl, even though her breasts seemed average size for her body, they were actually quite large when I grasped them. I stood her up so I could see those legs while I fucked her. One more fantasy fulfilled.

On the cab ride back Uncle Spidey said, "THAT, was a real eye opener".

Taps said, "What have I been doing at Help?"

Still, the next day they both had girlfriends and they never returned to the Termas. To each his own.

After Taps, lvdocc, and Uncle Spidey left the group dynamics changed. Cubbie, skisandy, Spicoli, and Boomhauer joined us. I call Boomhauer that because he talks just like Boomhauer on King of the Hill. Except every other word is 'fucking'. To Boomhauer 'fucking' isn't an action verb, it's an adverb, a helping verb. He's military and enjoying his time off in Rio.

Spicoli does some serious mongering constantly, even back in the States. I call him Spicoli because he looks like what the Sean Penn character from Fast Times at Ridgemont High would look like 30 years later, oh, and sound like too.

One night Cubbie, Spicoli and I went to a restaurant for dinner where only Brazillians go. It was packed, but we got a table. Cubbie and I were trying to get Spicoli to go to 4x4 with us, he was spending all of his time with one girl at the beach.

Spicoli dismissed us, "I've been to a lot of whorehouses".

"Whorehouses? Whorehouses? You're comparing 4x4 to a whorehouse? That's like calling St. Peter's a church. That's like calling the Grand Canyon a hole. That's like calling, well, you get my point", I responded.

"Naw, I don't need to go. Like I said, I've been to a lot of whorehouses".

I had to keep telling them to keep their voices down. It was quite noisy in there, so in order to be heard we'd end up shouting at one another.

"I FUCKED THIS GIRL AT LUOMO..."

"Shhh!", let's not be ugly mongers.

Cubbie and I kind of became terma buddies. It's a good thing to have a terma buddy, a wingman always helps. We got into a routine where we'd visit the guys on the beach, not see anything we liked, realize it was getting late, and then would make a panic run to a terma.

One day we were all sitting on the beach talking. There was a family nearby, a mother and her three teenage kids I presumed. I wondered what she was doing on this beach, if I know this is Praia das Putas, certainly she did.

Fiscal, the guy who owns Jaguar, came over and sat with us and motioned to the daughter, "She's nineteen". We all looked intently at her. Yep, she could easily be 18-23, somewhere in there. Just then the mother looked over at us, catching half a dozen mongers lusting after her daughter. She smiled at us.

Embarrassed, Jaguar broke the tension, "You have a very beautiful family", he fumbled.

Travelsrr spoke to her in Portuguese.

Now Jag was really flustered, "You don't have to translate", he waved Travelsrr off, "She knows what I mean".

Yes, I'm quite afraid she does.

I wanted to lean over to her like John Belushi in The Blues Brothers and say, "How much for your daughter? I want to buy your daughter."


Midway through my stay, Don had to move me to another apartment. He grabbed my computer bag while I moved my suitcase. We're talking a bit, or I thought we were, and about a block from his HQ he picks up the bag and moves into the middle of the street, totally ignoring me. That's okay, I'm used to that. But he had been complaining about his back, so I yell out to him.

"Don! Don! It has wheels. You can drag it. Put it down!"

No response, not even an indication he knows I exist on this earth, he just keeps walking.

"Don! The bag!", I shout, "It has wheels! You don't have to carry it!"

Finally he drops the bag and starts rolling it. Good, now I shut up. I realize that something's wrong, best keep quiet. When we get to the room I asked him what happened, I know he has a good reason, he's not a rude person by nature.

"When people talk English to me on the street I generally ignore them. It's like saying, 'Yes! Mr. Brazillian theif! Notice me! I'm over here!'"

"Oh, sorry."

"No problem, in one ear", he flicked his hair by his ear, "and out the other".

Okay, lesson learned, I do talk pretty loud.

It's a two bedroom so Don tells me to not turn on the fan in the other room as it arcs and could cause a fire. Sure, no problem. Of course one night I'm fumbling in the dark looking for an extra lamp in the spare room and hit the lights.

Brrrrrrrrzzzzzzzaaaaapppppp! Pow! Pow! Snap! Crackle! A shower of sparks lights up the room like chinese fireworks, floating all over the bed, threatening a bonfire I'll never be able to stop.

In a panic I start hitting all the switches, there's three of them and each one has three settings. I can't remember which one is the fan.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAPPPP! Crackle! Pop!

That's not it. Fuck! Haven't they heard of ciruit breakers in this country!

Pow! Pow! SSSSHHHHHHAAAAZZZPPPPP!

I have to stop and think and experiment. Which is hard to do when you think an explosion is imminent.

Click!

Crackle!!! POW!

That's not it.

Click!

ZZZAPP!

That's not it either.

Click!

Silence!

I slump to the floor sweating and breathing hard. I'd better not tell Don about that.

I always think it is great when guys experience termas for the 1st time, especially those that always visit Rio and Help, but don't know about the termas. The first visit to a terma is always an eye opener - kind of like "I can't believe I did not know these places existed before".