One-sided phone sex with a celebrity on Grindr

So I had recently talked about the art of texting and calling, and a few nights after, I actually had a phone sex session.

This was with a certain celebrity/model who visited from Taiwan - think 6 feet over, toned and with scruffy facial hair - totally hot!

He was a gentleman and we had been texting each other for a while on Grindr. It was all innocent talk at first. The sweetest ever. 

Something about western educated Asian men that makes them such sweethearts who actually cares about you and have proper conversations. Yours Queerly had a little crush on him now and so I started stalking his social media accounts and watched his Youtube videos.
When I messaged him initially on Grindr, I had no idea he was someone famous.  The profile photo taken a few years back before he toned up - he was on the skinny side in the photo.

After texting for awhile, the Model (that's his nickname) told me that he has "been in modeling here and there" around Canada and US but he is based in Taiwan now.

For a while, I thought he was one of those struggling models around L.A but on the week after, I shared his photo with my colleague, and she told me who he actually is.

Now, at first I thought he was a catfish - using some fake photo and profile but I had called him beforehand and when I match the voice with the videos I found of his interview on Youtube, it matches almost 90%.

Well, despite the suspicion, I decided to believe that he is indeed said celebrity. After all, even though it might be fake, it turns out to be a good fantasy for this queer here.

So one night when I was bored, I called him for a chat (mainly because he has such a sexy accent), and like usual, it was normal talk until he mentioned he is kind of horny lying in bed naked.

 Soon after, I hear a little moaning and with little teasing, he was breathing heavily and started muttering words like damn and fuck.

I, myself, am not a phone sex kind of guy but I went ahead and dirty talk with him as he wanked off like he's going to war. While he is going to Happy Happy land, I was just there fully clothed and not actually doing much.

He, on the other hand, was in full blown horny mood and after 20 minutes of sex talk involving how I should blow him and what he wants to do to me, he blew his wad. Towards the end,  I find phone sex not as awkward as it could be. It was interesting and I did get stirred up a little but not to a point of wanking.

So after the hot session, he said good night and according to him, "is leaving his cum on his body and only cleaning up tomorrow as he was tired".

So there we have it. My first phone sex experience.

And happy to say, after that call, I have plenty of imagination material in my head and let's just say it was a good night sleep for Yours Queerly.

Oh and he sent me a photo of post wanking of his body, which I am not sharing. He is my fantasy and not for you.

Love you fags and hags out there.
Yours Queerly xoxo

The Art of Texting VS Talking

There's something quite interesting that I realised recently and I have to ask every gay men out there.

Hell, I want to ask even the straights: Why is that when we text someone, we can flirt like there's no tomorrow but when we call, we are so god damn polite to the other person - well, most of the time.

Take Grindr for example, after the routine "how are yous?" and "where are you from", things always turns to the perverted side. Things turn from normal texting into sexting. Every thing you said is a sexual innuendo. From asking are you hard at work, which normally means "is work tough today?" or "are you working yourself to the ground: but turns into "are you literally hard at work".

Things always become hard when we sext. Sexting is the new phone sex.

So I had this guy that I was talking to. He has the rightest kind of body with a perfect face. Like those of models but not like plastic Barbie's Ken doll. The first few sessions of texting was perfectly normal. Asking all sort of normal stuff from work to food and travel. Slowly it turns into sexting.

When asked at night, "what are you doing", it is always get back the same answer. An answer along the lines of "I am lying in bed naked and chatting with you on Grindr. PS: I am fucking horny too."
That makes all the sexting and teasing start. All about massages, "coming" over to my place or how nice the sheets feel on your skin as you talk to me and how eating a meal becomes swallowing.

That's all fun and games. Don't get me wrong. I love sexting. Heck I sext all cute guys. I even intentionally make sexual innuendos.

Then comes the time of the phone call. That one night when you are sexting for a while and he ask to call or you did. You engage on the call but when it goes through, everything becomes all nice and pleasant. Conversation goes back to the basics like food, travel or what you have been doing.

Why is it that when we already past all the pleasantries before in texting, we revert back to ground zero when the call comes.

I admit I am like that too. Maybe it's because there is no emotion sensed when texting. You can say whatever you want and everything will sound sexy but when you call and say it aloud, everything seems so fucking stupid or less sexy than you thought it would be.

Phone sex has become almost non-existent!

To be honest I love calling and talking to a guy more than texting but not everyone prefers the call, now that Grindr is the app of the century for the gays out there. Hence sexting is my calling now.

So what do you do? Do you have the same problem or are you the perfect slut that can call without reverting back to pleasantries? (And slut is a compliment here)

So what do you think? Maybe some of you out there has the answer to this fucking weird question.


Love you fags and hags out there. Have a jolly holiday!
Yours Queerly xoxo