I got to tag along, at the last minute, for a scouting journey to the beautiful Rio de Janeiro, where the boys are lean, hard, and often so gorgeous it makes you wanna cry. Also where you learn, fast, that you can run into ’em anytime and everywhere. Our third day in, we had lined up this sexy, dark-skinned brotha, Caio, who was hot and hung and nice-looking much up for everything on film short of being thrown into a volcano. We’d teamed him up with another dark Brazilian chap named Enrique, who on the morning of the shoot. Caio was so disappointed, this boy-friend wouldn’t pose alone, so the frustrated photographer called a thirty minute break and then turned to me and asked if I could go and get him a coffee. Well, I wasn’t an errand boy, but you learn fast to be pliant in this business, so I ran down to the greasy little diner at the corner, down the street from the hotel we were shooting in… And immediately saw Thiago, who was flipping burgers in the back, standing in a white cap and apron over the grungiest grill I’d ever seen. My heart went into my neck and my crotch went into meltdown; when the waitress asked what I wanted to order, I simply pointed my finger at this incredible guy cooking in the kitchen, and told, “Him. To go.”