Maybe he was gay but kept it quite & drank a lot to cover up his inner feelings.
Finally Seeing Someone Naked
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That scene is so hot. Thank you for sharing my man.Yep, a guy in the gym. He was the sort you always bump into because they’re there ar r the same time as you. Big guy, about 21 I’d guess. Lifted heavy, wore tight joggers and baggy vests. I used to wonder if he had the huge cock to go with the huge muscles, and whether like most young bodybuilders he went for the hairless look, but he never took a shower after workouts, and went straight home, unlike me.
One day I finished my workout and went to the locker rooms. I went into the communal shower and did my usual. Then to my surprise, he strolled in butt naked. I had to restrain myself, but I couldn’t help but stare. He was amazing, with a decent sized dick, and completely hairless below the neck. Best of all he wasn’t shy. I desperately fought back a boner while drinking in the sight. I definitely lingered a little longer than I should have in the showers
Before I relate my story, let me say…every man I see, I imagine him naked.
And now the story:
New jobs, new city…a small town in Northern New Jersey. But if you know NNJ, it’s really just 10,000 small towns all touching and making one huge mega-town. Once I settled into my new job which was only 20 minutes from home, I decided to look for a personal trainer in the area. I looked into some gyms and trying schedule with a trainer was difficult, a lot of people live in NNJ and it appears they all belong to a gym. Then, as luck would have it, I found ads for independent personal trainers. I interviewed a few of them and settled on the one who was located in my town. He was well qualified, conveniently located, friendly, and good looking. He had his own gym, trained small groups and private sessions. I opted for private sessions. The gym was only about two miles from my house and as we got know each other, I learned he lived somewhere in between.
I really enjoyed my sessions with Joey, easy on the eyes and I learned how nice it was to have a private trainer. Joey was a NJ Italian, dark features, not tall but well chiseled. He was hirsute and so engaging, I quickly got the vapors over the guy. He always had something different for a workout, unique, fun, and hard. He happened to mention that his dad was a boxer and taught him to box from the time he was very young. I expressed interest and he added boxing to the workout. One of the nicest parts of our sparring sessions was how his dick bounced in his shorts as we danced around. He always showed big box and sparring together just brought it to life. Joey knew my situation, he’d met my partner, and he even attended one of our parties where a couple of the guys showed up in only jockstraps…he was cool with it. Our coach/client relationship continued for years and our friendship prospered. Remember he was hairy, so he showed lots of fur in a tank and shorts, fuck his arm pits were like the Black Forest. And his musk, I got to learn his scent as it grew more powerful during the workout. His gym had no shower so I always took one as soon as I got home…not to wash up as much as to jack off after an hour with the hot man. We really got to know each other, talked about our families, his son played football and he coached. I was into leather and competed for leather titles. He’d plan my workout around these, getting me ready when a competition came around. We had become good friends, I’d tell him about the men’s only campground where we had a perm site, and about leather events, he was really interested. And without many details he learned about the fun side of camp and leather.
So, this went on for several years and we settled in. He was my coach, I longed to see his dick, and I’d do anything he told me to do. Incidentally, this was my fetish relationship come true. I’m an alpha guy but what I really love is being dominated by another alpha…Joey was my alpha. Then one day I showed up for our workout, everything was going normal. We warmed up and he started me on some reps. As I worked out we somehow started talking about porn. He mentioned watching porn and of course I had also, something else we had in common…hahaha. Then he began to ask me about man to man porn. I answered most of his questions but for no particular reason I told him that if he was curious, he should check it out. The website he used had straight and gay porn so I told him he could “accidentally“ go to the guys side and see what we do for fun. Then he kinda shocked me when he said that anything he needed to know about guys sex he’d learn it from me. I kinda laughed off the comment, we often kidded with each other. The rest of the workout went uneventfully, it was good, we worked up a good sweat. We got to the cool down and Joey would stretch my muscles during the cool down, mostly opening up my chest and upper body. To open my chest he’d take my extended arms behind me and manipulate them to pull my chest open. Then it happened. As he pulled my wrists down, my chest opened, then I felt my hands land IN HIS CROTCH. He did some pumps of my arms to open me up but at the same time my hands rubbed up and down his dick. He then adjusted my arms differently and did some more stretches. I went along but my head was spinning! I just touched Joey’s dick but he never flinched. I quickly blew it off since during a workout you get in close contact, things happen, he’d been spotting me with his pretty dick hanging over my head for years. Then he put my arms back into the “fondle“ position again and began to open my chest and again my hands landed in his crotch. But this time I began to fondle him. We stayed like that, enjoying the moment and he pulled my hands deeper into his crotch. Soon I turned around to face him but I continued to play with his dick and balls. He got hard and his dick pointed full rod to his left. I got on my knees and began to chew on his shaft through his trunks. This was nice but we wanted more. He backed up and sat down on a set of aerobics steps, and then I got my chance to see his dick. I kneeled, pulled out his dick and balls, and yes, his crotch was just as full with black pubes as his pits. I gave him a fucking great blowjob and he fed me his load….it was intoxicating. We cleaned up and confirmed our next workout that week.
We continued to workout a few times a week, the cool downs were more fun, and sometime we even worked out in ’straps, my personal favorite. I eventually began working from home and during the day if he was jogging nearby he’d send me a text. If I had a free hour I’d text him the thumbs up and he’d come to the studio the way I liked him, hot and sweaty. He’d sit back in a comfortable chair and I’d give him good head. He had a beautiful foreskin and his dick is the one that I truly learned to give a man with ‘skin some good pleasure. I also showed him ball play and the rimming, he had a real hairy crack and a dark hole. Sometimes we’d finish in the shower and he’d take off. This continued until I moved. I really miss it.
And now the story:
New jobs, new city…a small town in Northern New Jersey. But if you know NNJ, it’s really just 10,000 small towns all touching and making one huge mega-town. Once I settled into my new job which was only 20 minutes from home, I decided to look for a personal trainer in the area. I looked into some gyms and trying schedule with a trainer was difficult, a lot of people live in NNJ and it appears they all belong to a gym. Then, as luck would have it, I found ads for independent personal trainers. I interviewed a few of them and settled on the one who was located in my town. He was well qualified, conveniently located, friendly, and good looking. He had his own gym, trained small groups and private sessions. I opted for private sessions. The gym was only about two miles from my house and as we got know each other, I learned he lived somewhere in between.
I really enjoyed my sessions with Joey, easy on the eyes and I learned how nice it was to have a private trainer. Joey was a NJ Italian, dark features, not tall but well chiseled. He was hirsute and so engaging, I quickly got the vapors over the guy. He always had something different for a workout, unique, fun, and hard. He happened to mention that his dad was a boxer and taught him to box from the time he was very young. I expressed interest and he added boxing to the workout. One of the nicest parts of our sparring sessions was how his dick bounced in his shorts as we danced around. He always showed big box and sparring together just brought it to life. Joey knew my situation, he’d met my partner, and he even attended one of our parties where a couple of the guys showed up in only jockstraps…he was cool with it. Our coach/client relationship continued for years and our friendship prospered. Remember he was hairy, so he showed lots of fur in a tank and shorts, fuck his arm pits were like the Black Forest. And his musk, I got to learn his scent as it grew more powerful during the workout. His gym had no shower so I always took one as soon as I got home…not to wash up as much as to jack off after an hour with the hot man. We really got to know each other, talked about our families, his son played football and he coached. I was into leather and competed for leather titles. He’d plan my workout around these, getting me ready when a competition came around. We had become good friends, I’d tell him about the men’s only campground where we had a perm site, and about leather events, he was really interested. And without many details he learned about the fun side of camp and leather.
So, this went on for several years and we settled in. He was my coach, I longed to see his dick, and I’d do anything he told me to do. Incidentally, this was my fetish relationship come true. I’m an alpha guy but what I really love is being dominated by another alpha…Joey was my alpha. Then one day I showed up for our workout, everything was going normal. We warmed up and he started me on some reps. As I worked out we somehow started talking about porn. He mentioned watching porn and of course I had also, something else we had in common…hahaha. Then he began to ask me about man to man porn. I answered most of his questions but for no particular reason I told him that if he was curious, he should check it out. The website he used had straight and gay porn so I told him he could “accidentally“ go to the guys side and see what we do for fun. Then he kinda shocked me when he said that anything he needed to know about guys sex he’d learn it from me. I kinda laughed off the comment, we often kidded with each other. The rest of the workout went uneventfully, it was good, we worked up a good sweat. We got to the cool down and Joey would stretch my muscles during the cool down, mostly opening up my chest and upper body. To open my chest he’d take my extended arms behind me and manipulate them to pull my chest open. Then it happened. As he pulled my wrists down, my chest opened, then I felt my hands land IN HIS CROTCH. He did some pumps of my arms to open me up but at the same time my hands rubbed up and down his dick. He then adjusted my arms differently and did some more stretches. I went along but my head was spinning! I just touched Joey’s dick but he never flinched. I quickly blew it off since during a workout you get in close contact, things happen, he’d been spotting me with his pretty dick hanging over my head for years. Then he put my arms back into the “fondle“ position again and began to open my chest and again my hands landed in his crotch. But this time I began to fondle him. We stayed like that, enjoying the moment and he pulled my hands deeper into his crotch. Soon I turned around to face him but I continued to play with his dick and balls. He got hard and his dick pointed full rod to his left. I got on my knees and began to chew on his shaft through his trunks. This was nice but we wanted more. He backed up and sat down on a set of aerobics steps, and then I got my chance to see his dick. I kneeled, pulled out his dick and balls, and yes, his crotch was just as full with black pubes as his pits. I gave him a fucking great blowjob and he fed me his load….it was intoxicating. We cleaned up and confirmed our next workout that week.
We continued to workout a few times a week, the cool downs were more fun, and sometime we even worked out in ’straps, my personal favorite. I eventually began working from home and during the day if he was jogging nearby he’d send me a text. If I had a free hour I’d text him the thumbs up and he’d come to the studio the way I liked him, hot and sweaty. He’d sit back in a comfortable chair and I’d give him good head. He had a beautiful foreskin and his dick is the one that I truly learned to give a man with ‘skin some good pleasure. I also showed him ball play and the rimming, he had a real hairy crack and a dark hole. Sometimes we’d finish in the shower and he’d take off. This continued until I moved. I really miss it.
I may have posted this before, but I have a super hot best friend. He’s like 15 years younger than me, former college athlete. One day when drunk, he showed me a picture of his dick because he always bragged about it, and finally I was like put up or shut up. Then his girlfriend proceeded to pants him later in the evening, and I got to see it soft in person. Then at some point he pulled his balls out and did tricks with them. He had a pretty perfect slightly above average dick and nice shaved balls. But after that, I stopped caring about seeing it. We are friends, and nothing more. One day he did have me over for opinions on suits, and changed into four different ones right in front of me, stripping down to his boxer briefs, which basically completely hid his decent sized softee. To the point that I asked him what he did with it, lol. He’s like oh, I tuck it to the right. And just went on changing. It wasn’t awkward or weird for either of us. Just like informational. He never shows a hint of bulge in any outfit. I don’t understand how with the softee and balls I saw.
As a college student, I tried to avoid other students, preferring "real" people. For example, I lived in an adult apartment building, not student housing. Many of my friends were far older than me. A good buddy of mine worked in construction and was nearing 30, and he invited me to his birthday party. At the party's end, he asked me if I wanted to go with him and bunch of people for a dip in a huge hot tub at a friend's house. I asked about swim trunks; he me told that most went naked, but if I wanted we could stop at his place on the way and he would lend me his. I then asked about who was going. He rattled off a long list of names, which included his sister, who was about two years older than him and whom I quite liked, as she liked me, viewing me as being brilliant and a good influence on her brother. (He had a rough time in his teens, as he had suffered from an misdiagnosed disease, bad enough that he almost committed suicide, so she had a strong maternal-like interest in his well-being.)
Until he mentioned his sister, I was sure that I wouldn't go. His sister being there, however, changed everything. Not only did I want to see her naked body, as she was cute, but I had this fierce desire to show her my naked body. I do not know why I felt that way, as I had many attractive girlfriends. Somehow, I wanted her to know that my body was as fine as my mind and character.
It was dark, as all of us gathered in the backyard that held the 8-foot diameter hot tub. Everyone quickly stripped and left his clothes on the grass. I made a point to be near his sister, so I could follow her into the tub and sit next to her. She was a committed hippie chick, attractive, but not conventionally sexy, slender with long brown hair and a pretty smile; she didn't shave her armpit hair, but fortunately she did shave her lovely legs. I often wondered what she would look like dolled up, wearing makeup and nylons and nail-polish. By today's super chubby standards, she was goddess, her slim body toned, her breasts filling a B-cup bra and sporting pretty oval brown areolas.
While we chatted and drank wine, I told her that I should apologize. She couldn't imagine why. I explained, stealing the lines from a famous British actor, that should part of my body stand at attention due to my being next to her lovely naked body, I had to apologize; and then I paused before saying, should nothing stand at attention, I also had to apologize. She laughed and a sexual tension developed between us, no doubt helped by the wine. As we chatted, the undercurrent of sex fueled our laughter and poignant silences. At one point, she asked me if she was owed an apology. I stood up with my soft cock facing her face and said, "Apparently not."
She gave my cock a good looking over and asked about my being uncircumcised. I sat back in the tub and told her how I had managed to escape the knife. I told her how I had, in junior high and the first three years of high school, I had retracted my foreskin before showering in gym, as that way I could pretend being cut. She seemed confused by this, so I pulled back my foreskin underwater and stood again, using my wine glass as an excuse for twisting and aiming my cock at her. She told me that I looked totally circumcised that way. She asked what changed in my senior year, and I told her that I had lost my virginity and that there was no male that I couldn't at least tie with in fistfight, both of which made me indifferent to what other guys thought about my cock. I ended by asking her if she had ever seen an uncut cock before. She surprised me by saying, "Oh yes, many times. After college, I traveled through Europe for almost a year and I encountered many penises like yours."
As she said that, her face took on a dreamy quality, the sort of face that we make when we remember a delicious dessert. I tried to imagine her almost ten years younger and getting laid in Italy, France, England, Germany... We ended up talking about my cock and the women I had fucked, but not in a dirty way; instead, I detailed the women's reaction to a foreskin and how Jewish girls just went wild for it. At some point, she told me that she expected a hard apology from me, not a soft apology. I told that all that was required was for her to refill her wine glass, slowly, so I could watch her backside as she walked over to the wine bottle. She stood and climbed out of the tub, and then she slowly walked over to the bottle and bent at the waist, her ass and tuft of brown pubic hair aimed at me eyes, as she filled her glass.
Her ass was small and firm, the sort of ass most women long for, and which a gay man might highly approve of, but I did prefer a bit more butt. She slowly returned, walking on her tip toes. As she slid in the water, she griped my thigh and asked how big an apology would she be getting? I had been semi-hard earlier, but now I was achingly hard, but the tub was now extra filled with other soakers who had arrived late, including her brother. As one guy got out, I saw my chance and stood facing her and climbed out just enough to rest my glass on a brick, my hard cock just inches from her face, but with no one else seeing it. Before the guy who had been sitting at my other side returned, I slid back into the water.
She said something like, "Well, that will require a really big apology."
I made my apology, which included, " by the bowels of Christ, I beseech you," and we laughed. She then thanked me. I asked why. She said that later that night, when she was in bed with her live-in boyfriend, my big apology would help her get over any impediments to achieving her goal. Her words broke the spell. I had forgotten all about her boyfriend, for I had been trying to think of how I could her back to my place for a proper fucking, as I didn't have my car. A minute earlier, I had wanted to fuck her silly, but now the urge had completely dissipated. She ended up driving me home. As I tried to thank her for the ride, she told me that there was no way that I was getting out of her car without giving her a goodnight kiss. We kissed, a long languorous kiss, my hand wrapped around her head, one of my signature kisses. All she said afterwards was, "Thanks again."
I walked into my apartment building with a hard-on in my pants. It was not yet midnight, so I changed my clothes and went out looking for some action.
Whenever I had ran into her, we hugged. But since that soak, our hugs were longer and more deeply felt.
Until he mentioned his sister, I was sure that I wouldn't go. His sister being there, however, changed everything. Not only did I want to see her naked body, as she was cute, but I had this fierce desire to show her my naked body. I do not know why I felt that way, as I had many attractive girlfriends. Somehow, I wanted her to know that my body was as fine as my mind and character.
It was dark, as all of us gathered in the backyard that held the 8-foot diameter hot tub. Everyone quickly stripped and left his clothes on the grass. I made a point to be near his sister, so I could follow her into the tub and sit next to her. She was a committed hippie chick, attractive, but not conventionally sexy, slender with long brown hair and a pretty smile; she didn't shave her armpit hair, but fortunately she did shave her lovely legs. I often wondered what she would look like dolled up, wearing makeup and nylons and nail-polish. By today's super chubby standards, she was goddess, her slim body toned, her breasts filling a B-cup bra and sporting pretty oval brown areolas.
While we chatted and drank wine, I told her that I should apologize. She couldn't imagine why. I explained, stealing the lines from a famous British actor, that should part of my body stand at attention due to my being next to her lovely naked body, I had to apologize; and then I paused before saying, should nothing stand at attention, I also had to apologize. She laughed and a sexual tension developed between us, no doubt helped by the wine. As we chatted, the undercurrent of sex fueled our laughter and poignant silences. At one point, she asked me if she was owed an apology. I stood up with my soft cock facing her face and said, "Apparently not."
She gave my cock a good looking over and asked about my being uncircumcised. I sat back in the tub and told her how I had managed to escape the knife. I told her how I had, in junior high and the first three years of high school, I had retracted my foreskin before showering in gym, as that way I could pretend being cut. She seemed confused by this, so I pulled back my foreskin underwater and stood again, using my wine glass as an excuse for twisting and aiming my cock at her. She told me that I looked totally circumcised that way. She asked what changed in my senior year, and I told her that I had lost my virginity and that there was no male that I couldn't at least tie with in fistfight, both of which made me indifferent to what other guys thought about my cock. I ended by asking her if she had ever seen an uncut cock before. She surprised me by saying, "Oh yes, many times. After college, I traveled through Europe for almost a year and I encountered many penises like yours."
As she said that, her face took on a dreamy quality, the sort of face that we make when we remember a delicious dessert. I tried to imagine her almost ten years younger and getting laid in Italy, France, England, Germany... We ended up talking about my cock and the women I had fucked, but not in a dirty way; instead, I detailed the women's reaction to a foreskin and how Jewish girls just went wild for it. At some point, she told me that she expected a hard apology from me, not a soft apology. I told that all that was required was for her to refill her wine glass, slowly, so I could watch her backside as she walked over to the wine bottle. She stood and climbed out of the tub, and then she slowly walked over to the bottle and bent at the waist, her ass and tuft of brown pubic hair aimed at me eyes, as she filled her glass.
Her ass was small and firm, the sort of ass most women long for, and which a gay man might highly approve of, but I did prefer a bit more butt. She slowly returned, walking on her tip toes. As she slid in the water, she griped my thigh and asked how big an apology would she be getting? I had been semi-hard earlier, but now I was achingly hard, but the tub was now extra filled with other soakers who had arrived late, including her brother. As one guy got out, I saw my chance and stood facing her and climbed out just enough to rest my glass on a brick, my hard cock just inches from her face, but with no one else seeing it. Before the guy who had been sitting at my other side returned, I slid back into the water.
She said something like, "Well, that will require a really big apology."
I made my apology, which included, " by the bowels of Christ, I beseech you," and we laughed. She then thanked me. I asked why. She said that later that night, when she was in bed with her live-in boyfriend, my big apology would help her get over any impediments to achieving her goal. Her words broke the spell. I had forgotten all about her boyfriend, for I had been trying to think of how I could her back to my place for a proper fucking, as I didn't have my car. A minute earlier, I had wanted to fuck her silly, but now the urge had completely dissipated. She ended up driving me home. As I tried to thank her for the ride, she told me that there was no way that I was getting out of her car without giving her a goodnight kiss. We kissed, a long languorous kiss, my hand wrapped around her head, one of my signature kisses. All she said afterwards was, "Thanks again."
I walked into my apartment building with a hard-on in my pants. It was not yet midnight, so I changed my clothes and went out looking for some action.
Whenever I had ran into her, we hugged. But since that soak, our hugs were longer and more deeply felt.
Yesterday, my buddy Turk wanted me to pick him up to go hiking, while his brood was on Spring vacation for the week. I let myself in as usual, and found him still asleep. Decided I needed to capture the moment before pouncing on him to wake him up. At least he wasn't sporting morning wood this time, although our wrestling in his bed did produce a big reaction.
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LOL..I had a longtime friend who was also 5'6" tall but was packing a 8.5 inch monster. He used to brag about it....and one day he showed to myself and another friend. We never doubted him after that. and it looked even bigger on his small frame, like a elephant's trunk.
The pic is from @CuriousRugby on twitter in case you wanted more
Couldn't actually post Turk's naked pic, as he/wife would kill me, so this is the closest likeness of his bod, minus his thigh tat. If you could only image what I got to see and wrestle with.
When i was younger i always liked to play strip games in alot of shapes and forms. Like strip-poker, strip-socer, etc.
One night we had alot of alcohol and decided to play strip-fifa. Long story short, I had a crush to a guy, who was the brother of my best buddys brother. This guys was so drunk, he lost everything and i saw him naked.
One night we had alot of alcohol and decided to play strip-fifa. Long story short, I had a crush to a guy, who was the brother of my best buddys brother. This guys was so drunk, he lost everything and i saw him naked.
He was not that hot i expected him to be, but it was anyway exciting to see him fully naked. I remember him to have a very hot bum, but otherwise he was a bit und my expections.How was that guy?
I meant friend of my best buddys brother of course. To many b-words in there, i mixed them up.
I have been running with a buddy a few times. Recently he took a shower at my place and we both changed in the same room. Soft he was a little smaller than me, but not for long, we both ended up getting hard and surprise, surprise: hard his is longer than mine! Mine is thicker though but it looked huge on his small and wiry frame. he is about 10 inches shorter than I am
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Going to a Korean Spa was a good way at least for me to see another guy naked without having to look at porn and got me comfortable to be among other guys. Talking to someone or seeing them naked close up without knowing them really goes help relieve social anxiety, what place ever tells you to drop your pants and join the others lol... The next goal is to find guys to join me at the Spa so we can up to to more social..
I have a hot straight friend who I don't know very well, so there hasn't been a lot of opportunities to see much of him (haven't even seen him shirtless). He's tall and blond with an athletic build. Recently we went to a hockey game together and at the end of the game I let him know that I was going to stop by the bathroom to pee really quick. He let me know he had to pee too and followed me to the bathroom. The bathroom had a long row of urinals with no privacy walls and they were all full, so we chatted in line waiting for some urinals to open up. Two urinals right next to each other opened up and I walked up to one and he followed and took the other. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and I got a clear view of his dick. It was decent sized and cut with a nice head. I couldn't really tell, but it looked like his pubes were mostly trimmed. He did his business before shaking his dick a bit and then flopping it back in to his pants.
A couple memories come to mind
I met a younger guy on Scruff. But he lived in San Diego. I'm in Chicago. We chatted a lot. Finally I had a business trip there. He suggests meeting at a popular gay bar called the Hole (in the wall) on Sunday morning. With his big black bf who was visiting from SF. (And so wasn't in the picture when we first met online).
The courtyard is packed with guys .. who all look like Tom of Finland men. We're hanging out and having a beer, finally he says I'm going to the bathroom. Turns out the urinals are a farm trough. We unzip and just stand there for a bit., guys coming and going, and we're both half hard. Just enough to taunt one another. But not so hard we can't get rid of the beer, or leave the bf waiting too long.
I still hope to invite him to a hotel room someday.
Second was years before at summer camp. I made friends with a younger guy, who was built like a god in my eyes at the time. I couldn't fathom how a teenager could have such big muscles, such a fully built adult frame. We became inseparable, like we'd been friends for years. Finally I got to see him change clothes one day, his pecs were so thick the inner edges touched without him pushing his arms together. Shoulders like football helmets. A monumental ass and thighs like tree trunks. The thickness of his forearms just amazed me. Of course he is str8 so nothing happened between us, never saw him have a boner in his sleep, but he did have a nice cock even if I had no clue what to do with it at the time.
I met a younger guy on Scruff. But he lived in San Diego. I'm in Chicago. We chatted a lot. Finally I had a business trip there. He suggests meeting at a popular gay bar called the Hole (in the wall) on Sunday morning. With his big black bf who was visiting from SF. (And so wasn't in the picture when we first met online).
The courtyard is packed with guys .. who all look like Tom of Finland men. We're hanging out and having a beer, finally he says I'm going to the bathroom. Turns out the urinals are a farm trough. We unzip and just stand there for a bit., guys coming and going, and we're both half hard. Just enough to taunt one another. But not so hard we can't get rid of the beer, or leave the bf waiting too long.
I still hope to invite him to a hotel room someday.
Second was years before at summer camp. I made friends with a younger guy, who was built like a god in my eyes at the time. I couldn't fathom how a teenager could have such big muscles, such a fully built adult frame. We became inseparable, like we'd been friends for years. Finally I got to see him change clothes one day, his pecs were so thick the inner edges touched without him pushing his arms together. Shoulders like football helmets. A monumental ass and thighs like tree trunks. The thickness of his forearms just amazed me. Of course he is str8 so nothing happened between us, never saw him have a boner in his sleep, but he did have a nice cock even if I had no clue what to do with it at the time.
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