“I don’t do that tongue thing!”
– Mushu, Mulan –
No, this story isn’t about me becoming an amateur pornstar, and you won’t find a video on XTube with my face on it. But this next guy did teach me about photography and offered to shoot me in compromising positions for our personal consumption. Did I say yes to his proposal? Of course not. Was I intrigued by the idea? That’s a completely different question… I could barely see my own body in the mirror without feeling extremely insecure, let alone seeing my naked butt on PornHub.
Continue reading ➞ VIII. The Guy Who Was Into Photography and Handjobs
“Life experience is what defines our character, even if it means getting your heart broken or being lied to. You know, you need the downs to appreciate the ups”
– Nev Schulman –
To those of you who keep saying “don’t judge a book by its cover“, stop lying to yourself. In one way or another, we judge others by their appearances. For some reasons, gay men are especially shallow when it comes to who they let suck their dicks. Unfortunately, Grindr only makes it easier for gays to objectify others as if they are a piece of meat auctioned in a meat market.
Continue reading ➞ VII. The Guy Who Catfished Me
“So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your Rover”
– The Chainsmokers feat. Halsey-
Have you ever felt comfortable sharing your personal stories with someone within the first fifteen minutes of meeting them? There’s a certain quality about the “car sex guy” that made it easy for me to vibe with him. For all I know, he could have been plotting to steal my personal information and sold it to the Russian government. I personally believe it’s especially easier to bond with someone before/after you have exchanged body fluids with them (especially if it’s done in an unconventional place). It’s not necessarily a love-at-first-sight situation; I just somehow felt the undeniable chemistry between us.
Continue reading ➞ VI. The Guy Whom I Had Sex With In A Sedan (Part 2)
“WARNING: The following show features stunts performed by professionals. Accordingly, MTV and the producers must insist that no one attempt to re-create or re-enact any stunt or activity performed on this show”
– Jackass –
Things can be complicated when your wallet is thin and your libido is high (I think this will be a recurring theme in my stories). When I just turned eighteen and discovered the world of gay sex, I wanted to explore every aspect of it as much as I could. It’s like when you were a little baby and got introduced to ice cream for the first time; you simply couldn’t get enough of it. And you wonder, “why do adult gay men act like reckless horny teenagers all the time?” Because when our straight counterparts got to experience high school romances, we were busy trying to stay under the radar by pretending to salivate over that one girl in high school with the biggest pair of boobs sitting at the popular kids’ table. Anyway, where am I going with this?
Continue reading ➞ V. The Guy Whom I Had Sex With In A Sedan (Part 1)
“Every kiss begins with k”
– Kay Jewelers –
What’s a private sauna, you might ask? Imagine if all the amenities of a public sauna are all put together in a small room. You can basically rent the room on an hourly basis, and each room has its own wood sauna box, a shower, a jacuzzi, and a twin-sized mattress (only the cleaning ladies *bless their souls* and God know what people had done to/on those mattresses). The result? A perfect place for two sexually charged individuals to have a mischievous rendezvous. The establishment was probably built with good intention in mind, but you can’t help but think that the owner designed this place for cheaters like Donald Trump. (Ok, maybe not Donald Trump… his garage probably has its own private spa, in case he needs to host a small golden shower gathering with some low-end prostitutes). This place just screams, “somebody please have an affair here!”
Continue reading ➞ IV. The Guy Whom I Met At A Private Sauna
“Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush?”
– David Archuleta –
Have you ever starved yourself for a whole day? No food, no drink, nothing. Try drinking a glass of water the next day after you consume nothing for a day. Trust me, it will taste fucking fantastic. I keep wondering why that glass of water tastes so heavenly. Is it because I had been taking water for granted and not been aware of its taste? Is it because water had constantly been available within my reach? To me, this guy was my first sip of ice-cold water after being stranded in the Sahara desert for 18 years.
Continue reading ➞ III. The Guy Who Was My First Gay Crush (Prelude)
“I believe it was the great American painter Bob Ross who said, ‘the key to a swollen vagina is… courage'”
– Katya Zamolodchikova –
I think by now, 98% of the human population understand that your anus is a one-way street. To this day, I still can’t understand how some people enjoy getting stuff shoved up their asshole. It’s a medical mystery. Sure, there is a scientific explanation on how anal sex can feel fucking fantastic (how our asshole has gazillion sensitive nerves blah blah blah). But think about it. To those of you who enjoy sticking your eggplant inside somebody else’s peach, when did you start staring at someone’s ass and thought “Aah… I’ll insert my disco stick in there and the world is gonna be a better place”?
Continue reading ➞ II. The Guy Who Took My Anal Virginity