ARE the Greeks really the best lovers (read: most wonderful partners in bed, or on the kitchen table, or on the floor) in the world?
Are you asking me?
Why?
I mean, why me?
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Okay, granted that I have more varied and “international” sex experiences than you, don’t you think it’s rather presumptuous of me to answer the question?
Who am I to tell you, or the world, what’s best for you?
I’m a simple guy. Sure, I can be pretty athletic in bed, or on the kitchen table, or on the floor. But I usually melt, and the world disappears from me, when I’m kissed right.
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I like Greek men, if they like me to start with.
But I’m pretty happy with Italians, too.
Unfortunately, I haven’t met many Italians during my trip even if I spent most of my time in Italy. You know, Milan, Florence, Rome, Venice, and Cinque Terre.
Or maybe, I just lost my appetite for Italians midway through my month-long exploration of Europe.
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I had a stud in Milan. And I mean, like a horse!
But because I was pickpocketed in Firenze after a great day tracking all the Davids including the one inside the Galleria dell’ Accademia in the capital city of Tuscany , I think I developed a sudden Italophobia.
My host in Milan kinda scared me, too. Giving me all these warnings about being careful with thieves, and hustlers, et cetera.
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I don’t know what happened in Prague on the weekend I was there.
I went to a gay pub crawl. Drank beers and other alcohols to death. Even made out with strangers on the dance floor. After dancing naked on the ledge!
I ended up with twinks, who kissed well (for their age!), but I was kinda disappointed they were not as well-versed as the boys we see in the Bel Ami porn videos.
And I had to buy them drinks. Imagine that!
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I spent two nights in Prague.
On the second night, I even tried hash cookies (made in the Netherlands). I almost died.
No, I do not suggest you do anything crazy like that.
The story is a bit complicated. You have to factor in the possibility of bronchitis for me.
Or just too much cold, too much throat dryness causing easy rupture of blood vessels.
Anyway, I coughed up blood.
And I had crazy hallucinations.
That’s why I’m saying I felt I almost died.
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So yeah, I really liked my Greece experience. And here’s the fourth story from my Greek men series:
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Una sa listahan sang mga duog sa Athens nga luyag kadtuan ni Peter Valentine ang Acropolis, ilabi na ang templo sang Parthenon nga napahamtang sa ibabaw sini.
Sumugud sa pagkabata, buhi sa imaginacion ni Peter ang katanhagaan kag kadalayawun sang Parthenon. Madamu sia sang nabasahan nahanungud sa maragtas sini.
Indi man gid madamu ang tawo sa palibut sang Parthenon sadto nga mga tion. Hapun na, kag medio malamig na ang hangin sang Octubre. Nagtahaw na ang mga turista nga nagaduguk sa Acropolis kon summer.
Mabato ang Acropolis. Kag bangud natais na sang madamu nga mga tiil nga nag-agi agud magpalapit sa Parthenon, madanlug ang mga bato. Kinahanglan maghalung.
Sang nadalin-as si Peter Valentine, ginsalu sia ni Giorgos Fotakis. Nga daw ato bala mga padala sia sang langit.
“Oh, my God! Thank you,” siling ni Peter nga nataranta. Nagsaka sia sa isa ka bato para kuntani magkuha sang selfie nga ara sa background ang Parthenon, kag nakadanlug sia. “You saved my life.”
“No problem,” sabat ni Giorgos. Kag didto nagsugud ang ila pagsugilanunay. Tubtub nga ginhagad ni Peter si Giorgos nga maniapun, bilang pasalamat kuno sa pagsalu sa iya sang sia nadanlug.
Nagkadlaw si Giorgos, tag-iya kuno sia sang diutay nga kalan-an sa Plaka, isa ka popular kag maragtasun nga duog sa kilid sang Acropolis. Gin-agda niya si Peter sa iya kalan-an. Ginapabugal gid niya ang mga putahe nga lamb sang iya taverna ilabi na kon matulutugnaw kag tapus na ang tig-ilinit.
“Do you often go to the Acropolis to get customers for your restaurant?” nagalahug nga pamangkut ni Peter.
Nagkadlaw si Giorgos. “Do you believe in destiny?”
“Destiny as in fate? As in the Greek word ‘moira’?” Gintuluk ni Peter si Giorgos, “Why do you ask?”
“It’s my birthday today, and I always visit the Parthenon on my birthday.” Kag nagpadayun sia sa panaysayun nga kaina pa kuntani sia sang aga masaka sa Acropolis, apang may kon ano nga nagahawid sa iya. Sang nakapamat-ud na sia nga magtaklad sa balaan nga bato sang mga sinauna nga Griego, nakita n’ya kuno si Peter sa linea nga nagagawad sang ticket.
Wala n’ya man ginhingagaw o ginbuku nga sundan si Peter Valentine, apang ambut kon ano ang natabu kag natabuan lang gid nga ara sia sa likud sini sang nakadanlug ang turista nga Filipino.
“I guess it’s destiny. Happy birthday, gorgeous Giorgos. I’ll go to your restaurant, but I insist on paying,” siling ni Peter.
“No, please, don’t insult me. I want you to be my special guest tonight. I don’t have a party, but I want you to enjoy dinner with me. Then, maybe we can go somewhere after.”
“Well, in that case, I want to buy you a gift.”
“But I already have my gift!” Nagyuhum si Giorgos, yuhum nga romantico. Wala sang madamu nga misterio apang naluyagan gid ni Peter ang amu nga yuhum.
Dayon, gindakup sang Griego ang kamut ni Peter kag madasig nga ginhalukan ang Filipino didto mismo sa ibabaw sang Acropolis, sa kilid sang Parthenon, sa tungatunga sang Parthenon kag sang Daan nga Templo ni Athena. Haluk nga wala sang huyahuya.
“You are the gift of the goddess Athena to me on my birthday.”
“She is a wise goddess,” sabat ni Peter Valentine. Nahibaluan niya nga si Athena ang ginapasidunggan nga patron sang Athens, sang Parthenon, kag madamu pa nga mga templo sa Grecia. Nahibaluan man niya nga si Athena amo ang diosa sang kaalam, binalaybay, paghabul, pati sang guerra kag diplomacia.
Kag ayhan, nahibaluan man niya nga may mga binalaybay nga mabalay sa tunga nila ni Giorgos, ang birthday boy, bag-u magtunganggab-i./PN
