Paradise (for Men in Gay Sao Paulo) lost

Remembrance of things past

By Suzy Size, gay Sao Paulo

Is this wrist watch of your heroine not a pure beauty? Suzy Size had purchased this jewel just shortly before leaving Thailand. Remember, gay traveler to the world, last year your heroine was robbed by a silly guy in Salvador da Bahia. He tried to tear off her metal wrist watch and when he did not quite succeed, Suzy threw it at him to divert his attention and ran away. The watch was only worth 150 Baht and the fancy model this year was, at astonishing 100 Baht, even cheaper.

But, alas, when your fatigued heroine arrived at her hotel near Republica square in Sao Paulo, she could not but notice that the metal thing to screw the time had suddenly fallen off. The watch still showed Istanbul time which was three hours ahead of Sao Paulo. Since the donations to the Gay World Friendship Tour are coming in slowly right now – no dough was sent at all for a very long period of time, what a scandal! – there was absolutely no budget to buy another wrist watch, so Suzy just adapted and used her head for once, in search of lost time. Whenever she read 5 pm, she quickly calculated it was only 2 pm and so on.

Miss Size got even more challenged when the Brazilians one night suddenly changed to day light savings time and 5 pm on her watch was then really only 1 pm. Hopefully your nearly gaga heroine will not pass through too many time zones on this trip, her confusion might otherwise become too much to bear and she has just to get rid of that rotten watch somewhere or donate it to one of the many street beggars.

It was around 2 am (Istanbul time, before the change to day light savings time) when Suzy Size walked out of her hotel room on first night and proceeded to Paradise for Men, conveniently located only a block away (for the banal details, like addresses etc. always go to the Pink Pages of Sticky Rice Gay Guide Asia and Gay Guide World). She remembered Bruno, her one and only Bruno (and all the others), at Paradise for Men with fondness. They had the most innocent dancers at said heavenly joint who would dance on the stage in boots and sexy underwear only. In between their stage appearances they would approach the guests, stand close in front of them and could be fundeled. The older guests would touch their nipples, muscles, ass, well built legs and sometimes – the daring ones – a cock – in haste.

The favorite of your horny heroine last year was without doubt Bruno, she just called that beautiful and so innocent young man Bruno in her mind, she does not know his real name. And now she was well on her way to meeting wonderful Bruno once again.

But this dream was not going to be fulfilled! The one and only Paradise for Men was – at 11 pm Sao Paulo local time – completely empty and alight. No wonderful dancers, no guests, the paradise was lost, obviously lost. Had it closed for good? Which evil Eva was to blame?

In a last effort before fainting Suzy Size moved her almost dead body – not unlike a Zombie – to the next bar called Beerhouse (or Prainha do Arouche) just around the corner. An ice cold Brahma beer restored a few of her senses, not too many, though, it must be said.

There were many butch lesbians at said Beerhouse and many gay couples or groups. At least your heroine had not landed in a dubious straight bar by extremely bad luck!

Naturally, none of the guys matched lost Bruno. But your heroine decided to make Beerhouse her headquarters whilst in Sao Paulo, till Paradise would either be recovered or was lost for good.

Next day, Miss Size went to Mercado Municipal, of course. She naturally had to have one of those oversized Mortadella sandwiches, this time with dried tomatoes as addition inside. She bought a graviola and later dried the seeds and she found a new mind dazzling plant she had never seen before: A marolo. It comes from the Amazon region and is something between a graviola and a sugar apple. Needless to say, your heroine will try to grow marolos, too, when back one fair day in Pattaya or the lush gardens surrounding her residence Castelgandolfo, even though that those ungrateful seeds can take up to a year to germinate. But at home in good old Pattaya Miss Size has all the time of the world.

When Suzy Size returned to Paradise for Men next night, at least it was not closed, but her timing was quite bad anyhow. The show had not started and the downstairs bar was still closed, your heroine had to have her first Brahma upstairs. There was that old pool table, but nobody was bending over it. Only a few hustlers were on the premises one storey higher, in the sauna. Once in a while they walked down to look for prey, but Suzy was the only client in this sad cafe. The table cloths shout definitely be washed in that room and the TV should be adjusted, the picture is blurry and remained so every time Suzy returned to watch blurry pictures from the revolution in Libya.

A black guy asked permission to join Suzy and she paid him a beer. He had quite a nice cock and your heroine plaid with it a bit, but was not going any further, he was just too hairy.

And then – surprise, surprise - Bruno walked in and got ready for work.

Of course, your heroine watched him dance down on the little stage. It was a bit a sorry show, with only Bruno as the lonely performer and good old Suzy as the only spectator.

He often came over and was touched in that greedy way by Miss Size. Her hungry fingertips surrounded his perfect nipples as if they were able to suck them in for good. She surely would touch his perfect body, his navel, the ass, his chest, all his muscles, legs, the arms and, to his visible delight, his throat, just under the ears. Apparently, other customers do not do that.

But Bruno had changed a lot in only a year. From an innocent young boy he had turned into an over mature go-go performer with an allure. When he was dancing on stage he showed a face somewhat blase in a phony way and bored with his work - which is without doubt very boring. He was staring into nothingness and his under lip would be folded down like Bill Clinton often does when he is lying and tries to be convincing. His muscles had grown in an almost grotesque way, this was only possible with the use of lots of steroids. His whole body was just too much, his enormous legs, his huge arms, like most boys in Tawan bar Bangkok are too much.

Suzy also got the impression that Bruno was very close to getting a double cheek, getting a bit fat.

And the other boys at Paradise for Men, interrogated later by your investigative heroine with techniques bordering water boarding, made fun about the size of his cock.

Of course your tactful heroine did not let him know about her changed mood, that her love was gone.

She plaid along when he came over, touched him, pretending, the old fire was still there, but it was definitely not.

Bruno was no longer the hero of your heart broken heroine.

Sad Suzy Size returned next day to sorry Paradise, again too early. She was approached by one of the hustlers and this time went up to the short time rooms with him, only to have the worst sex so far this century.

She had a last beer downstairs when the show started.

Bruno had a day off.

They suddenly had six dancers that night, a full house and a cheery crowd.

The Paradise for Men was not lost any longer, it was found again, had reinvented itself, was miraculously rejuvenated.

One sexy black guy returned and returned to the table of your heroine.

He was an exhibitionist who had found his true profession.

Proudly he walked around with a sizeable hard on from table to table.

Miss Size tipped him, it was the only tip paid by the stingy visitors of Paradise for Men.

Then your heroine wanted to take him upstairs, to the short time rooms at said Paradise, but he declined: He was employed for dancing, not for side business at Paradise for Men.

Erect Erick handed his cell phone number discretely to your heroine at her request.

When she returns to Sao Paulo later, she will surely call ebony Erick to join Miss Size at that convenient short time hotel, just a few blocks away from Paradise.

Three refreshing hours at the Lincoln Hotel are only 27 Reais (about 16 US Dollars).

Yes, really Lincoln Hotel, Lincoln, like the fellow who freed the slaves.