The Curious Straights

This is the story on how I figure out I love spooning

"Let's go gay dancing again this Friday night!", Rhys told me over a lunch. He just started a job which office is located close to mine, so we decided to catch up. "Uh no, I've got an exam coming up this June and I'm really not ready. Let's do it after June.", I replied.

This conversation brought me back to last October in 2010. I caught up with two of my mates I knew through an internship in an NGO. Let's call them Rhys and Jack. Rhys is a strawberry-blonde guy from Britain, and Jack is a brunette guy who moved from Sydney. Note: These guys are not gays, but they know I'm gay.

Anyway, we went pubs-hopping as usual, with some other ex-intern friends. They are very nice they always get Cider instead of Beer when I'm around. They know I dislike bitter beer but find sweet cider tolerable. I was actually avoiding alcohol because I was running Marathon on Sunday, so I kept my drinking to non-alcohols. Lame? Yes.

As the night passed by, our other friends went home. I felt like going back to rest for the upcoming run, but then they made a request I could not refuse: They asked me to bring them to a gay dance bar.

I was in disbelief. These cute straight boys want to feed themselves to a swarm of hungry gay folks, in a dark place with music loud enough to drown their scream-for-help??? I'll give them a taste. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

(more after the jump)

Drinks on me! I feel honoured to bring them as my guests. Still I ordered non-alcoholic raspberry cordial for myself.

We had great time at The Peel. Who knew Jack would know all the lyrics to old-school songs that the DJ played? I and him had a great time on the dance floor, dancing like no-one's watching. I think people thought we were a couple. That's why no-one hit on us until a guy tapped Jack and asked if I was his boyfriend.

Rhys sat on the bench by himself, watching us dance. Fool. Being alone made him the perfect preying target. He got hit on by countless guys. One offered him 'fun' and drugs. Finally he got it and danced with me and Jack.

These guys were very popular with the crowd. Hey people, I'm the gay one!!! I wonder if this was because they were caucasians and I was asian. Suddenly I felt a little bitter. Anyway, I had guests to entertain. They are very funny, they never fail to make me laugh. Rhys started his dancing routine: big fish - small fish - cardboard - box dance while Jack dance like it's disco in the 70's (or whichever era those shakes were invented). LoL!


The Guy Who Said Nothing
The only time I got hit was when I was sitting tired at this couch while Rhys and Jack was buying their drinks. An old guy came and sit on my left, he brought 2 Smirnoff Ice bottles and put one on the table a little close to me. I had no idea it was meant for me, it could be for his friend. He said nothing.


Just in case you were wondering...

Rhys and Jack came back and sat on my right side with drinks. Guess what? Rhys bought me... Smirnoff Ice too! I guess it was the most popular sweet drinks nowadays. Hehehe... I refused it cause:
1. I was refraining from alcohol for the marathon two days after.
2. Rhys and Jack were my guests in this gay domain.

However he insisted that I had a sip. So I only took a sip from the bottle Rhys bought me. The old guy became jealous I was sharing drinks with Rhys, but ignored his offer. Only when he pushed his untouched Smirnoff closer to me on the table that I realised this guy was buying me the drink. How could I possibly be sure the drink was really for me? He didn't say anything.

Anyway, I intended not to drink too much alcohol that night. So I kept silent. This guy 'accidentally' brushed my knee, and my reflex was to push it off. Suddenly he walked away from the couch grunting.

I felt bad. I didn't want to be rude and spoil anyone's weekend mood. But this guy didn't even speak to me, so how could I refuse his drinks politely, and just have a little bit of friendly chat? His age really did not matter. I have respect for senior gays, though I'm more attracted to guys my age.


Why the Racist Remarks?
We finished the trip very late. My feet were sore, I was hungry, and needed to carbo-load for the run. We went to a kebab place nearby. At 3AM, the only guests of the kebab house were visitors of The Peel like us. One guy recognised Rhys from the dance floor and tried to chat him up again. I went to order my kebab with chips.

After leaving the kebab-house, Rhys told me that this guy at kebab-house thought I was his boyfriend and made disparaging remarks about asian boys to turn Rhys off from me. It was sad. I have no problem with them approaching Rhys and Jack, but to thrash-talk a bystander like me? For my race? That won't make him look good either.

And BTW, why did people ask if Rhys-Me or Jack-Me were couples, but not Rhys-Jack?


Who's Taking Advantage?
It was still 3 hours before the first trams started running, and they had spent too much on drinks they didn't feel like getting a taxi. Guess what? We walked 20 minutes from Collingwood to my place in Carlton. Two drunken straight guys sleeping over at my place. Holy!

Ok! My place is extra-tiny. It's basically a 6x3m rectangle room. Just enough for my bed, my desk, my cupboad, a shelf, a mini sink, a towel horse, and my laundry basket with a walkpath in the middle. I pulled my inflatable bed for myself on that carpet path, and offered my bed for them straight boys.


Yep! Pretty much this tiny.

They didn't agree with the sleeping arrangement! Jack was too polite and he didn't want to takeover my bed. He insisted on sleeping on the inflatable bed, or else he would walk home. So I let him sleep on the inflatable bed. I gave him a pillow and a blanket so he'd feel warm.

Rhys was an arse. He didn't say nothing but lay like dead on my bed. He left some space next to him and invited me in as if I was the guest. I had no choice. So I slept next to Rhys. Fully clothed. I was facing away from Rhys to avoid him feeling uncomfortable.



In the dark, Rhys spooned me. Gosh! What was I to do? I actually enjoyed it. It was one cold dusk in the Spring, and his warmth felt so good. A while later and his left arm snuggled under my head pillow and his other arm wrapped over me to my chest. I was hard.

He occasionally rubbed his nose to the back of my head. I froze. Then he melt me when he breathe warm air onto the back of my neck. Gosh, I couldn't believe myself. It was the closest thing to sex I've ever had.



That moment lasted for about some two wakeful hours for me. How could I sleep? I was enjoying every moment of it, yet I couldn't move. If I moved, he might wake up and feel wrong, or he'd just change his sleeping position and not spoon me.

Finally he made that move and turned sleeping facing the other side. I felt upset.



8 AM. Jack woke up hearing the first bell of trams. He didn't want to stay longer for me to make a meal. So I woke up and led him to the door, and the tramstop. I wondered if Jack actually knew of Rhys's spooning-in-sleep habit, and if he insisted having the inflatable bed to avoid Rhys's molestation?

I came back to my room. Rhys was still deep asleep on the bed. I wonder whether I should sleep on the inflatable bed that Jack left, or come back to my bed with Rhys. I was weak and it was cold, so I chose bed with Rhys.

Feeling the movement, he woke for short-period and spooned me again. I was happy. This time I slept. Long. Happy. Tired. Blissful.


Flashback ends...
Here I am. I woke up cold this morning at the end of Autumn. Wondering what if such experience could have been repeated if I didn't refuse Rhys's request on last Thursday lunch.

I'm soooo taking them gay-dancing again after the exam. Jack has been keen on catching up as well.