Me and Scruffy: From best friends to bed buddies (Part 1)

The wheels started turning on the day that I came out to him. It was one of the funniest experiences I've ever had.

Who was he? He is Scruffy, one of my two best friends and housemates in Melbourne.

There was also Chef, the straight guy who was studying culinary, but that's not important.

So back to the story, Scruffy and I were very close. We had a lot in common and we would always turn to each other for advice and guidance in every single thing.

It was all very brotherly and innocent until I fell for him. It was about that time that I decided to come out to him.

Funniest thing was when I did, he also confessed that he had done some experiment for the past few months, exploring the possibility with men.

Both of us was afraid of what the other might think.  We had a long chat about all our experiences and how it felt. It was liberating.

After the long heart to heart session, things were back to normal or so I hoped.

I realised there were occasional flirting and traction going on between the two of us, but nothing came to fruition because I think that both of us didn't want things to change.

Then came that night when me, Chef and Scruffy decided to have a few drinks (I only had a few sips because I am horrible with alcohol) at home.

We were in Scruffy's room, All three of us were on his bed drinking and talking about absolutely nothing. We do that very often – random topics that have no point whatsoever.

Before we know it, we all passed out on his bed but after a while, Chef felt awkward and stumbled back to his room.

I really did fall asleep and only realised that Chef was gone at about 3 in the morning. By then I was too tired to go back to mine and I liked sleeping next to Scruffy.

Scruffy was rather drunk that night. So, I did not think that anything would happened. Sometime through the night, I didn't know what happened but I found myself in a position where he was spooning me.

He was grinding my back, which woke me up, but I thought he was just having a horny ass dream, but then, I heard some very heavy breathing and he started nibbling my ear.

I shifted and then he stopped. When I turned over, he was wide awake and staring at me. He was blushing.

My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do. We continued to stare at one another for what felt like an eternity.

His hands reaches to caress my face and then he pulled me closer. We were breathing quite heavily and then it happened.

We kissed....

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Let's end it here for now. I apologise for stopping so abruptly but I feel that this post is going on for too long!

So, let's continue another time and I promise that it will be soon!

Love you fags and hags out there. Have a good weekend.
Yours Queerly xoxo

PS: Is it just me or has this somehow transformed into a gay erotic story?

Threading Between The Friend And Love Zone

Once again, I have disappeared again from you all and now decided to reappear with some stories to share.

I realised every single time I am writing here, it is to complain about some and it will not be any different this time around. I guess this has become a space for me to relieve myself from my misery.

As I write this, I can't help but think, "Is this what my life is going to be like? Will I be one of those old farts living alone and have a dozen of cats lying around my house? Will I be knitting some weird ass sweater for no apparent reason?"

Anyhow, let's go back to the story of the day! This is pretty much what the title says: Me threading on a fine line between being friends and love zone with this guy I met a few weeks ago.



It's a pretty dangerous zone and I'm sure more than one of you out there have had experiences like this.

Here's the lowdown on what has happened so far.

'Twas a fine day during lunch hour at work. I was out with my work hags for a round of coffee and sandwiches at Starbucks (Coffee snobs, don't judge. That's the only thing available. Either that or Gloria Jeans. Take your pick.)

So one of my loyal hags spotted a cute guy and literally shouted it out (Ah, I've train them well with their hot men radars). So I turned and look – cute!

He looks Eurasian, but just a hint of it. Rather exotic and I like it. He is on the lean side with a good height (maybe 3 inch taller than me?). Though he has a boyish look, I found him rather intriguing, to say the very least.

And he look familiar. I pointed that out to my hags and they rolled their eyes. Pretty much because when I saw a guy looks familiar, it means either I've slept with him before and forgot or I've seen them on the prowl on Grindr or the local gay clubs.

I was spot on. Switched on Grindr and there he was. So long story short, we texted for a while and agreed to meet. That's where things take a turn.

Let me ask you this, have you had that immediate feeling where you meet a guy for the first time and you immediately know that it is not going to work. It was like an immediate friend zone.

That was what I had. Why? Well, mainly because when we met, we just couldn't stop talking. That's the thing about me, when I like a guy, the first meet up is always rather quiet and mellow.

I usually just too mesmerised by the guy and my vocabulary becomes the standard of a two year old, which revolves around smiling and nodding with occasional sounds made.

Thing is, when I was with him, we could talk a lot and we click. There was minimal flirting and we're like old friends.

Fast forward till now, we are on good terms. There was occasional flirting and hints of him wanting to get it on but nothing was ever concrete. Plus, I liked him as a friend. Though I can say I don't mind sleeping with him if he offers.

I found him very interesting and I am completely enamoured but I know nothing good will come out of it, if I pursue the romance route.

So I guess it's best to stay as friends. My best hag said, "You do know that you always sleep with the guys you like and try to be friends with, right?"

Agreed but I rather not. He is a nice guy and I enjoy the company. Better have a good friend than a good lay, right?

So just now, he just text me and said he got attached to a guy he met a couple of times. I was both happy and sad at the same time.

Sad because I wanted it to be me but happy because now I can firm myself up and just take him as a friend. Secretly though, I know that he wouldn't last with this new guy.

Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but by the time they actually break up, I am well and secure in the friend zone and no complains to that.

Then I'll probably make fun of him like best fag friends do.

What's your take on this? Am I right? Does anything I said make sense at all?


Love you fags and hags out there. Have a good weekend.
Yours Queerly xoxo

PS: I am back home visiting family and prowling on Grindr. Maybe I'll get lucky and get laid for once. It's been two weeks!