Diego from Rio is indeed one of my favorite Brazilians. A report about this adorable young man is the perfect way to start our new celebratory series to close 2020. Welcome to 2020 PINGA’S JOYS.
It is a long story
Part of my fondness for Diego from Rio is our long history. Way before meeting him in person, I had already being acquitted through our common friend Numazu.
Numazu is one of Boytoy’s favorite contributors. If you are planning a trip to Brazil, I emphatically recommend you to take sometime to study his reports. Not only they are beautifully written, but also an endless wealth of useful information.
He is a frequent flyer to Brazil. Out of all the boys’ pictures he was sharing with me, Diego’s were my favorite ones. I was thrilled the first time I learned I would meet him.
A couple of years ago, Numazu and I coincided in Salvador. Diego resides in Rio de Janeiro, but is originally from Bahia. He was visiting his family and we finally met at Fox, one of the local saunas. Well, we kind of met.
Unfortunately (to me), his full attention was focused on Numazu. However, it was enough for me to see that he was taller than his pictures showed, and hotter. And certainly he was a talented companion. He kissed and looked at Numazu with adoration.
Meeting Diego
About six months after my trip to Salvador, I had my first excursion to Rio de Janeiro. If you are curious, you can check my travel log here. I always take advantage of these moments to recommend Boytoy to readers who are into sexploration while traveling.
I walked into Pointe 202 for the first time in my life, and I found myself the only client in front of half dozen garotos de programa in the hunt. Diego was one of them, but he did not recognize me and I ran away to a more discrete corner. I was still shy in saunas back then.
After the usual parade of sex workers offering their charms, I was able to grab him. Funny note, he would later on share that was avoiding me. He thought I was from the Brazilian Federal Police.
It was easy to refresh his memory, and as soon as he understood I was a friend, he relaxed. Not only he did relax, he also proved me that he could kiss me and show me the same devotion I noticed when I saw him in action before. We went to one of the cabins, and had great oral fun, as he is also a top.
That was my first night in Rio de Janeiro. I had never been there before, and did not know I would fall in love with the city. Diego had something to do with that.
Enjoying Diego
As soon as we finished our first passionate encounter, we were making plans for the following day. I did not know then, but I would end spending most days with Diego from Rio. He would arrive punctually between 10:30am and 11am, we would have sex, and then spend the day cuddling and making out or going around into local adventures.
We explored the city. Having him around was comforting considering all the warnings on security. However we never witness any threats in the urban landscapes or in the beaches we went to. Actually, I have been four times in Brazil in the last two years, and have never seen anything near dangerous.
Remarkably, Diego was sexually aggressive and would not mind having discrete displays of public affection. He would grab my hand, rest in my shoulders, and be physically affectionate without ever getting to kissing. His continuous demands for sex were particularly enticing to me. He would never leave me in the afternoon (never before 5) without a goodbye session, even when sometimes we would be going together to the sauna.
However, I am a slut not fit for long term arrangements. Not even a little long. What felt as good sex at the beginning, was quickly getting tired and not so appealing to me anymore. I was still enjoying his affectionate harassment, but he was always the one taking the initiative and I was with my mind on my next ass.
Almost fucking Diego
Diego noticed it. He redoubled his seductive games and his charm, and started to be more submissive in bed. His dick sucking was getting better and better, and he even allowed me to eat his ass.
Towards the end of my visit, perhaps a couple of days before my departure, he showed up all dressed up, just shaved and specially shining in his male splendor. He looked really hot. Diego from Rio did not waste time, and after choking me with a hot session of Brazilian kissing, he was giving me head with the enthusiasm and the mastery of an Olympic athlete.
He had always being aggressive, but would always start as the dominant one, pushing me to suck his cock after kissing, and would slowly go switching as I do not do well on a submissive role. This time was radically different. He was relentlessly teasing and going for my dick. After a long session of cock sucking, he stand up, turned around placing my hard dick between his hard rock soccer player butts (he was still wearing an underwear), and kissed me backwards passionately while twerking on my dick.
Soon I was eating his ass and his cock, lost in an unexpected session of what I call good sex. He ate my dick again, put a condom on it, and got into his stomach, ready to leave me go in. Disappointingly, I would go in just a little, and would feel all his muscles going tense out of the pain. I would withdraw and he would bring me back in, asking me to insist.
The perspective of penetrating this stallion was intoxicating. I was being selfish and not realizing what was going on. When I did, I stopped, pulled off the condom, and we had a conversation. I made to him very clear that I did not find sexy his sacrifice, that I wanted him to enjoy our time together, and he did not have to bottom if he did not feel like doing it.
Needless to say, the conversation was much longer. We finished it with another hot smoking session of oral sex, probably the best one we ever had.
It is a transaction
Recently, in our report about David, I felt compelled to share a few reminders. One of them was to never forget that our relationships with sex workers (whatever we name them, escorts, garotos de Programa, chaperos, taxi boys, male prostitutes) are always transactional. The contract’s boundaries have always been clear and transparent in my dealings with most USA providers. In contrast, the same boundaries may be blurrier in other cultures.
In Brazil and in Argentina, the contract is also most times at the core of the relationship. However, it is legitimate to wonder: is it only the regular, conventional transaction or is it something else besides a transaction?
Coming back to Diego from Rio, he had been spending more than 7 hours with me every day. We had a contract, but our agreement involved so little money that I am ashamed of sharing it. He had been such a good lover, friend, bodyguard, and touristic guide, that I was planning a surprised gift.
A few months before, Diego’s phone had been stolen in the sauna. Imagine a nowadays person in his early 20s without a phone. To make it worst, imagine a sex worker without a phone. I was secretly plotting to buy for him a new smart phone before leaving.
But Diego ruined my surprise. In our conversation the day I almost fucked him, he confessed why he was going above and beyond. He was working out his tip, and he was wishing I would be willing to gift him an Android.
In my last day in Rio, I gifted him twice. First we went to the shopping mall and I got him his new phone. Second, I took him on a field trip to the local Aquarium where he had never been before.
But it is not only a transaction
Looking at this very young man shining out of happiness with his new phone, in his first visit to the aquarium, was priceless. I wish I was able to make this happy more people, more often.
And that is the thing with many guys I hired in Brazil in Argentina. Do not forget, I am not from the USA although I am residing in Washington DC. Perhaps the magic does not come from those cultures, but from me matching them. I only hire very young men in both contexts, so in that aspect the comparison is legitimate.
Diego from Rio is an extraordinary young man, and yet there are many Diegos over there. I know I almost met several of them in my last trip, but Diego was around and would not let much room for his competition.
Italo comes to my mind. Italo was the garoto de programa I met in Salvador, and who also became my travel companion and guardian angel. Our contract did not include the countless showings of love, friendship, and concern he generously shared.
As Diego, Italo did not identify as gay. As Diego, he was also living with a woman in a long term relationship. Their only homosexual experiences are the ones related with sex work. And yet in a few hours we shared parts of ourselves that I had not shared with USA escorts I have been meeting for several years.
Evidently, it is a transaction. Evidently, it it not only a transaction.
When the indiscrete one is the client
After that first week together, we kept in touch until I made a mistake. In my circle, usually the escorts are out and publicly advertising their services. In contrast, clients are down low and going through labyrinthine strategies to hide their identities.
I am used to be loud on advertising my boys, and inadvertently was indiscreet and compromised Diego’s identity. In a critical moment, as we was signing a contract with a professional soccer club. He blocked my number and my social media, and left me feeling like a piece of shit.
When we speak from our privilege, it is easy to forget others’ circumstances. I am not going to share the details, but it was unquestionably my fault.
I lost contact with Diego until recently. Once again, Numazu helped us to re establish our communication channels and soon we were planning our next meeting.
Diego again
Diego was showing a lot of excitement about our meeting during the USA holiday of Thanksgiving. The pandemic had hit Brazilians really hard. His club had terminated their contract, and his income from the saunas was highly diminished by the lack of tourists in Rio de Janeiro. My arrival meant work.
As I know him better, I knew he had something in mind. We discussed a contract where he would provide me with company and would model for hot pics and porn. However, I knew it was not cash what he had in mind. As soon as I was in Recreio dos Bandeirantes, we rediscussed our agreement.
He had to sell the phone I had bought one year before. He was going around with a crappy all cracked phone almost impossible to use, and was in desperate need for something better. The phone he wanted was more money than our original deal, but less than what I was actually planning to give him before leaving.
However, he was trying to over perform again, as when he was willing to bottom. He was terrible uncomfortable with modeling, and most of the pictures and video we took will be never made public. I did not need much to realize that he was willing to be abused to meet his part of the contract, and of course I would never accept that.
He was a wonderful companion. We would discretely move to the extra bedroom when I was with someone else. After all, we are like old marriages. We like each other and we had bad sex now and then, we can have some space to each. Diego has his girlfriend, I have my boyfriends.
Brazil is full of Diegos
Unlike most tops, I live my inability to bottom as a limitation, as being handicap. One of the many reasons why, is because I cannot enjoy Diego’s dominant side.
I have shared him with many friends, and they all say he is an amazing top, passionate and tireless. I wish I was able to experience that.
Unfortunately, we can’t. We will continue having passionate rushes of bad sex and hanging out as an old couple. Diego is like that hot cousin you have oral sex with now and then, and with whom you enjoy cuddling and spending time together.
Look for him in the saunas if you are in Rio. Ask for Diego, everyone knows and loves him. He is a regular in Point 202 and Club 117. Even when we cannot show a clearer picture to protect his identity, you cannot miss his tattoo, a giant lion covering one of his torso’s sides.
Diego will kiss you, will adore you, and will fuck you as if you were his loved wife. Or his horny bitch. Or whatever you want to be.
And here we close the first issue of our new series 2020 PINGA’S JOYS. Stay tuned, because there is more.
Hasta la próxima pinga, amig@s!
