PIG WEEK IS HERE! I’m a real Bathhouse Betty and I always try to hit one up in my travels: in this case, São Paulo, Brazil, and the LeRouge Bathhouse where I knew there would be a packed house of the men I want. Dark, masculine, mature types that I knew fantasize about my blonde/blue clean cut all-American white a**.

I started in the bar. While most of the men simply wore the standard skimpy white towel, I believe in proper advertising to attract the attention I’m looking for, so I wore a jockstrap that showed off my furry blonde rounded cheeks. Oh, and I had a bottle of poppers tied on a cord around my neck. Difficult to get in Brazil, I knew the poppers would attract men – men that I know tend to pound a** with abandon after a few magic hits.

I was alone for only a brief time when my first (of many I hoped) new friends sat down across from me. He introduced himself as João as he set a double shot of tequila next to my beer. He was literally what I would describe as my type, after I denied that I had a favorite particular type. He was brown, muscular in the way that says I work for a living (not “I work out in the gym like it’s my job”), wavy brown hair, thick chest hair across his thick pecs and big brown n******. His brown eyes were clear, kind and inviting. His deep voice gave indication that there was testosterone coursing through his veins.

We both tossed back the tequila and he leaned into kiss me. His lips were full and soft, his tongue teased mine. I arrived h****, the kiss made me aroused. With a welcome tilt of his head and I broad smile he indicated I should follow him to a cabin. As he closed the door, he pulled off his towel and tossed it on the red plastic covered bunk.

Brazilian men as a group generally have large dicks. While anything but a size queen, I’ll admit as an avid bottom (passivo) that I enjoy a big-dicked man that can stay solid the whole time he tops (activo). Thick is always a bonus for me. João did not let the Brazilian team down with his semi-erect (and growing) thick 7 plus inches. I started to drop to my knees to bury my face in the very thick dark bush that I knew would soon be the only thing between his balls and my a** cheeks. He stopped me on my way down and pulled me up and gave me another tender wet kiss. He grabbed the poppers and took two long hits. After sharing with me, he hit each nostril again, pecked a kiss on my lips and pushed me to my knees. His moan was low and slow as I took his manhood to the back of my throat and held him there. His moan continued as I swirled my tongue around his shaft and then contracted the muscles in my throat squeezing his mushroom head and his full thickness.

I looked up with tears in my eyes as he held the back of my head and started a rhythm. He slowed just long enough to hit me with the poppers – I knew he wanted to rough skull f*** me. Poppers fueled, I blinked and gave a small nod and he held my head as he started pounding my face. His c*** hitting the back of my throat, his loose balls hitting my chin. Honestly, a solid skull f*** like that is harder on me than the most abusive type of a**-pounding so I was glad when he pulled out, turned me on all fours on the bunk.

Thoughtful man that he was, João pulled a bottle of lube out of his purple velvet Crown Royal bag. Smearing some on his now 8-inch d***, he simply shoved his rock hard thick shaft raw into my tight pink pucker. I squealed in pain and surprise at his force. He paused as if surprised by my outburst- he paused poppered both himself and me twice. Satisfied he had done all he could for me, he started the slow stroke of a quality f****** that we both knew would end with a solid pounding.

Pound me he did. We were both loud, not caring what other people could hear beyond the simple plywood walls of our cabin. The fast ratatat tat of his pelvis hitting my now pink a** and the grunt each of us made with each stroke gave way to a more solid slap and our moaning as his final thrusts gave way to streams of his c** that I could literally feel inside me with each spurt releasing his load.

We laid side by side on the plastic bunk and he kissed me. I could feel his juice leaking from my pucker. I guess he could tell that I came for a full afternoon and night of pleasure when he asked simply, “Mais?” “More?” My response, “Sim, yes.” He reached for his velvet bag, pulled out a blindfold and covered my eyes. I couldn’t see, but I could tell João opened the door to the cabin. He pulled me up on all fours and gave me a hit of poppers. As I relaxed into that hit I felt hands on my a**, and then (oh hell yes) a tongue probing my c** leaking hole.

While I wasn’t sure who was eating my a**, I knew from his cologne and his comforting voice that João was holding my head to his hairy chest, kissing my neck, whispering in my ear. I wasn’t afraid when my unknown friend who was r****** me, started to f*** me. João gave me poppers, and I could tell my top took a hit too. I became aware it wasn’t just the three of us when I heard a few whispers and somebody started sucking my p**** and caressing my balls. My f****** ended with a loud “F***!” My sucker moved and entered my a**. João let go and I sensed and then felt another c*** in my face. I knew it wasn’t João because it was thinner and shaved.

Honestly I’m not sure how long this went on or how many men I served. I knew João was there so I felt relaxed and protected. His touch, his whispers and caresses (and his frequent popper service for me and the men stepping in for release) allowed me to enjoy myself without a care. The blindfold not only heightened my excitement it heightened my senses as I could tell I was with all kinds of different men by their voice, their mannerisms of roughness or gentleness, their smell of alcohol, sweat, cigars, touching and feeling their smoothness or hairiness or the size of their d*** in my mouth.

In a lull, João whispered it was time for a break. Pulling the blindfold off and led me to the shower to wash away c**, sweat, spit… He helped me dry off and escorted me to the bar. Sitting I could tell many towel-wrapped men were looking at me. João smiled when I asked which guys I had serviced. He just shook his head as the bartender brought over the first of several drinks compliments of my new friends.

To wrap up the evening João invited me to his apartment to meet his partner and spend some time. It was my pleasure to be with the two of them. Turns out his partner is also a bit of a cumwhore and the three of us played, slept, played again in the morning until I had to go back to my hotel to get ready for work. Two nights later I was their guest at a private s** party that was not dissimilar to our first night with multiple partners. Yes, I stay in touch, hoping to connect every visit to São Paulo.