I purposefully free-balled on a trip to the tailor, whom I suspected to be gay. As he was taking my inseam measurement, his hand brushed against my noticeable bulge. I pretended not to pay attention, but was amused when he wrote something down and then decided to take the measurement not once but
two more times. By the 2nd time, of course, I was a bit stiffer; my glans was showing through the material quite well and I had put on another inch or two down the leg. I looked down at him with a smile, which he returned, after giving my meat a short, friendly rub.
He finished the measurements and didn't charge me for the adjustments when I came in a week later. And, of course, told me to stop by anytime.
(And this from a man with a wedding ring on...)