I posted this on Reddit before but didn't have much traction. Decided to share my story here.
This event took place since October. I was studying abroad in my final year. One day, I had to attend an event that was two hours away from where I lived. I reached out to a friend and asked if I could stay at his place, to which he agreed. He had a roommate who I recognized and met a few years ago, though we had only exchanged brief greetings and had very little interaction over the past four years. For context, we all come from the same country so we kinda know each other from meeting through several events with other students from the same country.
Now for convenience, let's refer to this roommate as Z. My friend's room was small and could not accommodate another person, so Z kindly offered me his room for the night. Later at night, I was preparing to sleep on the floor with a pillow, but Z insisted that I sleep on the bed with him. The bed was a single, so it would have been a tight fit for both of us. At the time, I didn't think much of it. I assumed he was just being considerate and didn’t want me to sleep on the floor in the cold. It was winter.
We both fell asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night. TBH I could not sleep well that night. I'm closeted and sleeping next to a guy, a very attractive guy that is (he is very good looking to me) was nerve wrecking. Plus Z was basically a stranger at that point. We had a few small talks before falling asleep but that's pretty much it. I didn't know what went on with my head at the time but it was impure thoughts. Imagine we were sleeping so close next to each other, using the same blanket. My hand kinda went to his dick. Just out of curiosity. I rubbed his dick for a like a min or two. Until I felt that it wasn't right. As I was about to put my hand away, he suddenly grabbed my hand and went "Do you want it?". One thing led to another. We didn't have sex but I did end up jerking/sucking him off. When we were done, he asked if I was okay with everything. I appreciated that he made sure it was consensual between the both of us. But he did say he kinda regretted what we did. He didn't say directly but he implied that we should stay quiet and forget what happened. Post-nut clarity? But it was all a lie because it did not stop there lol.
At first, I thought it was just a one-time thing, like a one-night stand? We'd go back to strangers after that one night. But Z and I started interacting more and hanging out which started feeling like actual friendship. Almost every week, he'd invite me over to stay at his place. During the day, we'd do typical friend things—going to cafes, having meals together, watching movies, even karaoke. When we're away, we'd text daily, send random memes/funny videos. It was the kind of relationship you’d expect between friends. We basically went from strangers to actually best friends since that day.
However, things take a different turn at night when we're together. Sometimes we'd hook up, but other times, we’d just cuddle and fall asleep together. And when we do hook up, it was always Z who did the first move. Like saying he was horny, or he has a boner, or asking me if he could hug me cuz it was too cold. He also got increasingly daring. From just asking if I could jerk him off, to blow him off, to even asking me when can we have sex. He'd ask if there are other things I'd like to experiment with him too.
I of course don't mind it. In fact, I love when he kinda begs for it. But eventually, the lines between friendship and something more intimate became blurry, and the more we hung out, the more I felt conflicted. What's especially confusing is that we’ve never really talked about the nature of our relationship. Like we would hook up on one night and then act like nothing happen the next day and hang out like normal friends. Ask ourselves if we're hungry and up to breakfast or for a coffee.
To make things even more complicated, he’s been in an active relationship with his girlfriend for over a year. Not sure if they are sexually active, but his girlfriend comes for a sleepover sometimes when I'm also sleeping at his house, and whenever she comes, they'd sleep together and I would sleep in another room. I feel a sense of guilt about what's happening between us, and I kinda feel terrible whenever i think of his girlfriend, but I think I'm becoming more attached to him.
The most confusing and unexpected part happened about a month ago. We were just cuddling, like we usually do, when in the middle of the night, I woke up to him kissing me. It was the first time we’d kissed, and it was so intense, so passionate. Before this we only ever mutually jerked each other off or give BJs but never a kiss. And to me, a kiss is something very intimate. We ended up hooking up again that night, but that kiss—it felt like a turning point. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to forget about the kiss.
For the last few months, I convinced myself that we were just friends with benefits, but now, I find myself questioning everything. Does he like me? Is he gay or bi? Or is he just using me for pleasure? As time goes on, I only ever really think about him. On top of that, I'm closeted, and I don't know if I'm ready to come out yet. I'm torn between my feelings for him and my own uncertainty about my identity, which makes it even harder to understand what I truly want or what this relationship means.
We graduated some time after and went back to our home. His house is about 6 hours drive from mine so we haven't met since graduation. But we still talk daily or every other day like usual. Replying each others' Instagram stories, or sending funny Tiktok videos, memes. I miss him though and I wished I had made my feelings clearer before we parted ways. That I actually think I love him. I wonder if he feels the same...
This event took place since October. I was studying abroad in my final year. One day, I had to attend an event that was two hours away from where I lived. I reached out to a friend and asked if I could stay at his place, to which he agreed. He had a roommate who I recognized and met a few years ago, though we had only exchanged brief greetings and had very little interaction over the past four years. For context, we all come from the same country so we kinda know each other from meeting through several events with other students from the same country.
Now for convenience, let's refer to this roommate as Z. My friend's room was small and could not accommodate another person, so Z kindly offered me his room for the night. Later at night, I was preparing to sleep on the floor with a pillow, but Z insisted that I sleep on the bed with him. The bed was a single, so it would have been a tight fit for both of us. At the time, I didn't think much of it. I assumed he was just being considerate and didn’t want me to sleep on the floor in the cold. It was winter.
We both fell asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night. TBH I could not sleep well that night. I'm closeted and sleeping next to a guy, a very attractive guy that is (he is very good looking to me) was nerve wrecking. Plus Z was basically a stranger at that point. We had a few small talks before falling asleep but that's pretty much it. I didn't know what went on with my head at the time but it was impure thoughts. Imagine we were sleeping so close next to each other, using the same blanket. My hand kinda went to his dick. Just out of curiosity. I rubbed his dick for a like a min or two. Until I felt that it wasn't right. As I was about to put my hand away, he suddenly grabbed my hand and went "Do you want it?". One thing led to another. We didn't have sex but I did end up jerking/sucking him off. When we were done, he asked if I was okay with everything. I appreciated that he made sure it was consensual between the both of us. But he did say he kinda regretted what we did. He didn't say directly but he implied that we should stay quiet and forget what happened. Post-nut clarity? But it was all a lie because it did not stop there lol.
At first, I thought it was just a one-time thing, like a one-night stand? We'd go back to strangers after that one night. But Z and I started interacting more and hanging out which started feeling like actual friendship. Almost every week, he'd invite me over to stay at his place. During the day, we'd do typical friend things—going to cafes, having meals together, watching movies, even karaoke. When we're away, we'd text daily, send random memes/funny videos. It was the kind of relationship you’d expect between friends. We basically went from strangers to actually best friends since that day.
However, things take a different turn at night when we're together. Sometimes we'd hook up, but other times, we’d just cuddle and fall asleep together. And when we do hook up, it was always Z who did the first move. Like saying he was horny, or he has a boner, or asking me if he could hug me cuz it was too cold. He also got increasingly daring. From just asking if I could jerk him off, to blow him off, to even asking me when can we have sex. He'd ask if there are other things I'd like to experiment with him too.
I of course don't mind it. In fact, I love when he kinda begs for it. But eventually, the lines between friendship and something more intimate became blurry, and the more we hung out, the more I felt conflicted. What's especially confusing is that we’ve never really talked about the nature of our relationship. Like we would hook up on one night and then act like nothing happen the next day and hang out like normal friends. Ask ourselves if we're hungry and up to breakfast or for a coffee.
To make things even more complicated, he’s been in an active relationship with his girlfriend for over a year. Not sure if they are sexually active, but his girlfriend comes for a sleepover sometimes when I'm also sleeping at his house, and whenever she comes, they'd sleep together and I would sleep in another room. I feel a sense of guilt about what's happening between us, and I kinda feel terrible whenever i think of his girlfriend, but I think I'm becoming more attached to him.
The most confusing and unexpected part happened about a month ago. We were just cuddling, like we usually do, when in the middle of the night, I woke up to him kissing me. It was the first time we’d kissed, and it was so intense, so passionate. Before this we only ever mutually jerked each other off or give BJs but never a kiss. And to me, a kiss is something very intimate. We ended up hooking up again that night, but that kiss—it felt like a turning point. Ever since that day, I haven't been able to forget about the kiss.
For the last few months, I convinced myself that we were just friends with benefits, but now, I find myself questioning everything. Does he like me? Is he gay or bi? Or is he just using me for pleasure? As time goes on, I only ever really think about him. On top of that, I'm closeted, and I don't know if I'm ready to come out yet. I'm torn between my feelings for him and my own uncertainty about my identity, which makes it even harder to understand what I truly want or what this relationship means.
We graduated some time after and went back to our home. His house is about 6 hours drive from mine so we haven't met since graduation. But we still talk daily or every other day like usual. Replying each others' Instagram stories, or sending funny Tiktok videos, memes. I miss him though and I wished I had made my feelings clearer before we parted ways. That I actually think I love him. I wonder if he feels the same...