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?

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