The Little Black Book, 2010

Inspired by an article in Attitude magazine, I have decided to make a roundup of my 2010 according to the boys I have met. The year 2010 is my most sexual year to date, having been introduced to a sex club by my fuckbuddy early this year, which made me more confident and more, let's say, sexually exploring. So the list is mostly sexual. But this is not a comprehensive list, and I didn't have sex with everyone on this list; I didn't even meet some of them in person. I only included the ones I have something interesting to write about.

I will use nicknames just to have a label for each. Here we go:

1.   Robbie - If there's an award for the most remarkable guy I've never met, this one takes the cake. I saw him on a dating site, told him he looks like Robbie Williams, and he agreed. He said a lot of people tell him that.  He is Swedish.  Then I asked what he thought of me. He said he found me physically attractive. But he wouldn't have sex with me. I asked why. He said it's because I'm not a vegetarian. Oy.



2.   Fred - We met last winter. He was a 19-year old Danish guy, the youngest I've had sex with. I learned that young guys have a distinct smell, which can be found at the back of their ears and neck. It was like the smell of fresh milk and fresh, non-stinky sweat--the smell of youth. Despite his heavy perfume, I was still able to catch it and it was intoxicating. I thought everything was fine until a few days after the second time we had sex, it was midnight and he came to my door unannounced, ringing my bell, asking to be let in so he could sleep with me. I didn't hear it, and when I woke up the next morning, I found around eight missed calls and eight, maudlin text messages. I didn't see him after that, not because I avoided him, but because he didn't show up when I invited him again over to my place.

He looks a bit like this, except this guy is more muscular:

3.   Ben - I have written about him many times before but I have to mention him again this year because of several things. First is because he was the one that influenced me to go to a sex club (last year he was the one who took me to a gay sauna). He practically held my hand and toured me around it. Second is because I realized, after all this time, that he really wanted me as a boyfriend. He was sexing me up frequently, not because he found me particularly irresistible, but because that's the only thing he could impress me with. And that when I said No to his proposal, I suddenly didn't hear from him. Recently, he sold his house and acquired a new one with three bedrooms. He offered me the third one, to live in it at a discounted rent. True, he and his husband are in an open relationship and it will probably be fine with his husband if Ben and I have sex every so often, but I just can't see myself in that situation.

4.   Kris T - We met through Grindr. He is a half-Polish American, and he said he was in Poland that time when we were chatting. He showed me his pictures. He looked like Justin Bieber with a big dick and a semi-athletic body. We talked on Skype, no video, only voice because he said he was using an iPad, and he sounded like an American skater boy. Yes, he called me "baby", in a skater boy voice. I asked him for more pictures once he gets back to LA, but I didn't get any. I didn't hear from him for a long time, until when I was in Berlin and I got a message from him, greeting me on my birthday. He apologized for disappointing me and promised "an explanation" but I never heard from him again.

5.   Lars - I've had fakers of all sorts but this one tops the list. Usually, fakers won't let you reach the meeting phase, wherein you both agree to a date and place where you will meet. But this one even gave me his home address and his mobile number. When I reached his house, I rang his doorbell but no one answered. I tried to call his phone but it was on voicemail. A few minutes later, I thought of checking GayRomeo. I saw that he sent me a message five minutes before our meeting time. "I had an accident. I fell down the stairs. I'm not at home." Right.

6.   Berlin Boys - Before I went to Berlin, I thought I will have a hardcore sexual experience. You know, gangbangs, outdoor sex, S&M, stuff like that. But aside from my experience at Laboratory, the guys I had dates with were pretty decent. There was Matthias, and then there's this guy:

I took that picture during our dinner at Vapianos, because I was so, uhm, "nanggigigil" at his cuteness (I don't know the English equivalent of that; the closest is the expression "Grrrrr…"). We had a proper date. We met, ate, talked and went to our respective homes after (his house, my hotel, of course). We didn't even kiss. I was tired from the previous night's debauchery, which was Laboratory, and he needed to wake up early in the morning after doing two shifts in a row. He thought I was cute and funny, and wondered why I haven't got a boyfriend yet. I told him we'll meet again when I'm back in Berlin.

7.   Sun City Paris - In Paris, I don't know of any place like Laboratory but almost every gay guy I know who is well-versed in Parisian gay places recommend Sun City, Europe's largest gay sauna. I wasn't exactly meaning to go there one Sunday afternoon, but my French date had difficulty getting his dick hard. So he told me to go to Sun City so that I can have my fix. I had sex with a total of four guys.

Oh and it's very convenient that they have this tiny pouch that you strap on one of your ankles. It has keys to your locker and the pouch can hold your condoms. I wish Amigo here in Copenhagen had them, too.

8.   Jimmy - I met him last year but I thought of including him here since it was this year when he decided to end it with me. I guess I owe it mostly to him that I--to borrow a title of a novel--got my groove back. He was the best-looking guy I hooked up with after my dreadful episode with that Belgian guy. He was six feet tall, had brown hair and green eyes, was naturally muscular (meaning he didn't get his muscles from the gym), and had a cock as thick as my tiny wrist. Plus, he was an authentic skater boy (that is, together with his friends, he travels around the world with his skateboard just to find nice places to skate) and spoke like a straight guy. Like most good-looking, young guys, he was not so good with sex. But that doesn't matter because by having sex with him, twice, I proved to myself that I can get guys as beautiful as him.

He had to end it with me because he realized that he really liked guys that are much younger than him. He was 25 and the last guy that broke his heart was 17.

9.   Xenio - My friend Chris and I have this theory that the best sex are often had with ordinary-looking guys. Great sex with gorgeous guys are the exception. Well, the best sex I had this year was with an exception. At first I thought he looked like Keanu Reeves, which Chris agreed on when he checked the guy's pictures out, but a few months after my last sex with him, I realized what he really looked like in person was Darren Criss.

We were the same height. He had a few hairs in his body. He was muscular but he told me he hasn't been to the gym, and he had a cock which was not too short but not too big, either. Just the right size. I won't go into details but let me just say that through the entire ordeal, I was biting into his pillows to muffle my screams of pleasure. We had a 10-minute break in between and then we were at it again. It took us a total of an hour, he was exhausted and I was very happy. Sadly, after the second time we had sex, which was a week later, he never wanted to meet me anymore.

What can I add to our theory? Great sex can be had with gorgeous guys if they are weird. The Darren Criss lookalike told me he wasn't out of the closet yet (with all that sexual talent?), and for his physique and wealth (he owned his apartment and loved decorating it with expensive furniture) he dressed like a homeless person. Every time we had sex we both had to find every condom wrapper that we used because he feared that his tenant (of a few years, a woman; he had a spare room) might find out that he's having sex in his own apartment.

10.   Castor - This year also marks the first time I had a full-on bondage experience. The guy came to my house with a duffel bag containing his toys. Eventually I found myself with leather harnesses and cuffs; a zippered, rubber mask with holes for my nose and mouth; and all my limbs are suspended in the air because of the ropes tied to the cuffs and into the bed. I can't say that I'm into it yet because I found the discomfort of all those things distracting to the sexual pleasures.

I also had sex with a guy with a sling in his house, and anal beads almost the size of billiard balls.

11.   Buddy - Meeting this guy proved that built is not proportional to dick size. He was around 6'4", had broad shoulders, a little chubby and some body hair. But his dick was a little smaller than mine. And I was the Asian guy. He was Caucasian.

12.   Lei - He was the Danish guy who has an open relationship with his Filipino (but Danish inside since he had been in Denmark since he was 3 years old) boyfriend. We were having sex so often that his Filipino boyfriend got a little jealous. At first I thought, "It's your damn fault! You agreed to an open relationship!" But then I realized, if the time comes that I would have a real, open relationship, I wouldn't want anyone to steal my boyfriend from me. I am already letting you borrow him, why be so greedy, bitch? So I told him to tell his boyfriend that he has nothing to worry about. I am not taking him away from him. Which is true. He may be smart, funny, humble, sexy and great in bed, but I wouldn't want to own anything stolen.

13.   Tom - I am always skeptical whenever someone tells me, "The guy I had sex with had the biggest dick!" Oh really? Did he use an XL condom? Because this guy did, and I have pics to prove it.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, a little muscular and had a cute face. His face picture is still in my phone. Sadly, I wasn't able to enjoy his equipment. Not because it was XL, but because it was XL and it curved downwards when hard. It was like having my insides rearranged with a fish hook. Ouch!

14.  Pete - My sexy chef.

He went to my house and made me a two-course meal. We both got drunk and eventually we found ourselves naked and caressing each other. It didn't go beyond that, though. We are both bottoms.

15.  Dancing Duck, Airspace - Back in 2006, these guys brushed me off when I was hitting on them. This year, they ended up in bed with me. I've mentioned this before but I will say it again. If there's one valuable thing I learned this year, it's that if a guy tells you that you're not his type, it doesn't mean that you are not his type forever. Gay guys are fickle-minded. Of course, it works both ways. If a guy tells you that you're attractive, you may not be attractive to him the next time.

Oh, sex with these two are forgettable, and that Airspace guy was such a clean freak he used so much tissue while having sex. Meeting these guys once again proved me and my friend's theory: just because a guy is attractive, it doesn't mean sex with them will be hot. Usually it isn't. If it is, see #9.