homoerotic behavior
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Went to the same country nightspot this weekend and got an unexpected "Hi!" from the same bald tall manager in passing. I was on phone checking social media while people were dancing as usual while standing at bar wall. All of a sudden, the manager passed me and reached out and poked my side as he did his walkby to socialize while drinking himself. I looked up and waved in response as he walked by. Was nice to feel acknowledged since its been weeks since last time he did so.
I was changing out the other day in the locker room. This one guy has been there many times, and is always showing off. He was standing at the counter totally naked and putting powder between his legs. He started talking to me about how he has to wait until the attendants aren't in there before he can put it on because the mess makes them mad.
Anyway, he is unabashedly showing off. He has balls each the size of a grade A large egg, and his cock was easily 1.5" across at the head - completely soft. It was the largest thing I have ever seen soft in my life.
He dwarfed most men easily - totally soft. But I couldn't help but think he was enjoying me looking at his big balls and huge head.
He kept talking, etc etc - but in other cases he has always made it a point for his enormous cock and balls to be visible to me - who is staring (obviously) - because fuck who has stuff that large? Anyway - - -
Anyway, he is unabashedly showing off. He has balls each the size of a grade A large egg, and his cock was easily 1.5" across at the head - completely soft. It was the largest thing I have ever seen soft in my life.
He dwarfed most men easily - totally soft. But I couldn't help but think he was enjoying me looking at his big balls and huge head.
He kept talking, etc etc - but in other cases he has always made it a point for his enormous cock and balls to be visible to me - who is staring (obviously) - because fuck who has stuff that large? Anyway - - -
Coffee shop near my work I’ve seen a blonde Tarzan looking guy in business attire a couple times the type who is hard to not look at if he’s in the room . Resembles Travis fimmel in his modeling days. Made note of the day and time so perhaps catch him another day as well.seen him walking on the street near my job so figured he also worked nearby.
a few months later I was at a wedding reception of a friend and was bent over talking to someone at my table when I felt a hand touch the top of my butt and slide around undermy waist pulling up causing me to straighten up and see who it was. Shocked to see it was blonde Tarzan’s face about 8” away from mine he said, “I’ve got to meet this good looking guy “ which Shot excitement and embarrassed flattery through my body for those words to come from the best looking guy in the room.so we exchanged pleasantries, how we know the wedding couple(he played HS football with the groom), etc honestly I was so lost in the moment I didnt retain much of what he was telling me. Eventually his date came to fetch him finally pulling his arm off my waist. As he was being herded away he broke away and came back and gave me his business card. I joked something stupid like “Oh you only work a couple blocks away from me, maybe we can grab an after- work beer sometime and sniff each other's butts a little more” and closed with a wink. He sort of half laughed and said sure anytime! I didn’t talk to him again that night but we kept making eye contact on the dance floor which felt great. I had no business being that flirty with this guy who was probably 20 years younger. That’s hitting the age gap when flirty becomes creepy and no one wants to be THAT guy.but it was good for my ego in the moment.
a few months later I was at a wedding reception of a friend and was bent over talking to someone at my table when I felt a hand touch the top of my butt and slide around undermy waist pulling up causing me to straighten up and see who it was. Shocked to see it was blonde Tarzan’s face about 8” away from mine he said, “I’ve got to meet this good looking guy “ which Shot excitement and embarrassed flattery through my body for those words to come from the best looking guy in the room.so we exchanged pleasantries, how we know the wedding couple(he played HS football with the groom), etc honestly I was so lost in the moment I didnt retain much of what he was telling me. Eventually his date came to fetch him finally pulling his arm off my waist. As he was being herded away he broke away and came back and gave me his business card. I joked something stupid like “Oh you only work a couple blocks away from me, maybe we can grab an after- work beer sometime and sniff each other's butts a little more” and closed with a wink. He sort of half laughed and said sure anytime! I didn’t talk to him again that night but we kept making eye contact on the dance floor which felt great. I had no business being that flirty with this guy who was probably 20 years younger. That’s hitting the age gap when flirty becomes creepy and no one wants to be THAT guy.but it was good for my ego in the moment.
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Decades ago. I was mid-20s, newly married and money was tight. Driving an old Ford clunker I paid $600 for.
This day started with me feeling confident. I was tucking a navy t shirt into flared jeans I got from the Army-Navy surplus, both more snug than usual on my tall slim frame. I watched myself in a mirror as I tightened my belt and I felt good about what I saw. Finally, tan desert boots, which we all wore back then.
I'm driving on a country 2-lane when my car broke down. Had to walk a bit to find a phone booth with yellow pages. (Yes, we used to have to do that.)
I called a local gas station with a towing service near my apt. Someone was coming out.
The guy arrived, handsome, shaggy hair, mustache, tall and lean, mechanic uniform shirt and faded jeans. He wore his jeans tight which was unremarkable because we all did back then.
At the time I would have said he was an older man. In fact, thinking back, he was probably 35 at the most.
After a quick look ay my car, there was nothing he could do get me going so he connected the tow truck and told me to get in the cab.
Right after we started moving he stretched out his right arm and reached across the back of the bench seat, his hand resting on my shoulder.
He suddenly withdrew and I still remember his exact words... Sorry to get that greasy paw on you man, he says.
He kept his arm in position, but without touching me except for the occasional bump.
I could tell it was his usual way of driving his truck and I was just in the way.
Back at the gas station, he worked on my car for a couple hours and I had no choice but to wait. I had a satchel with a paperback which I read. Finally he said he was about done but my muffler was rusted out and he had to weld it just to keep it from falling off.
Suspicious of everybody, I asked how much is that gonna cost?
10 dollars, unless I burn myself, then it's 20.
We both laughed a little at his joke.
Minutes later he was done and said he would add up the bill.
I went to the bathroom while he did that.
After I had a quick piss, I was distracted by the condom dispenser I saw on the way out of the bathroom. Starting reading the descriptions and was fascinated by them. Various colors and scents and textures, pictures of old-timey pinups, and guarantees of how much pleasure women would receive.
At that age, that's all it took to get my blood flowing. My big cock was swelling in my briefs.
Then there was a single and very loud rap on the door. You about done in there? I'm ready to go, he said.
I yelled something through the door and came out a minute later, aware of my semi.
Gas station was closed and only the office light on.
He was sitting there at a metal desk, cluttered with paper and auto parts and crap. Learning back in a chair with the widest leg spread possible.
One hand over his crotch.
He moved his hand to give me the bill and then I saw a big long bulge reaching down one leg. I don't know if he was hard or not, but I was impressed.
I took the bill and it was shockingly cheap. He had figured out I had no money.
I paid him and collected my keys. On my way out he told me that if I ever wanted to get rid of my old car I could park it at the station a few days, he would probably find a buyer.
In those days that was a generous offer, before the internet it was harder to get the word out.
For the next few months, I thought about this and tried to concoct a reason to see him again. After a while those thoughts dissipated and I eventually dismissed the idea.
Years later, with more experience, I regretted not following up.
Even now, that chance meeting has fueled countless fantasies. I'll never know what his intentions were.
Decades ago. I was mid-20s, newly married and money was tight. Driving an old Ford clunker I paid $600 for.
This day started with me feeling confident. I was tucking a navy t shirt into flared jeans I got from the Army-Navy surplus, both more snug than usual on my tall slim frame. I watched myself in a mirror as I tightened my belt and I felt good about what I saw. Finally, tan desert boots, which we all wore back then.
I'm driving on a country 2-lane when my car broke down. Had to walk a bit to find a phone booth with yellow pages. (Yes, we used to have to do that.)
I called a local gas station with a towing service near my apt. Someone was coming out.
The guy arrived, handsome, shaggy hair, mustache, tall and lean, mechanic uniform shirt and faded jeans. He wore his jeans tight which was unremarkable because we all did back then.
At the time I would have said he was an older man. In fact, thinking back, he was probably 35 at the most.
After a quick look ay my car, there was nothing he could do get me going so he connected the tow truck and told me to get in the cab.
Right after we started moving he stretched out his right arm and reached across the back of the bench seat, his hand resting on my shoulder.
He suddenly withdrew and I still remember his exact words... Sorry to get that greasy paw on you man, he says.
He kept his arm in position, but without touching me except for the occasional bump.
I could tell it was his usual way of driving his truck and I was just in the way.
Back at the gas station, he worked on my car for a couple hours and I had no choice but to wait. I had a satchel with a paperback which I read. Finally he said he was about done but my muffler was rusted out and he had to weld it just to keep it from falling off.
Suspicious of everybody, I asked how much is that gonna cost?
10 dollars, unless I burn myself, then it's 20.
We both laughed a little at his joke.
Minutes later he was done and said he would add up the bill.
I went to the bathroom while he did that.
After I had a quick piss, I was distracted by the condom dispenser I saw on the way out of the bathroom. Starting reading the descriptions and was fascinated by them. Various colors and scents and textures, pictures of old-timey pinups, and guarantees of how much pleasure women would receive.
At that age, that's all it took to get my blood flowing. My big cock was swelling in my briefs.
Then there was a single and very loud rap on the door. You about done in there? I'm ready to go, he said.
I yelled something through the door and came out a minute later, aware of my semi.
Gas station was closed and only the office light on.
He was sitting there at a metal desk, cluttered with paper and auto parts and crap. Learning back in a chair with the widest leg spread possible.
One hand over his crotch.
He moved his hand to give me the bill and then I saw a big long bulge reaching down one leg. I don't know if he was hard or not, but I was impressed.
I took the bill and it was shockingly cheap. He had figured out I had no money.
I paid him and collected my keys. On my way out he told me that if I ever wanted to get rid of my old car I could park it at the station a few days, he would probably find a buyer.
In those days that was a generous offer, before the internet it was harder to get the word out.
For the next few months, I thought about this and tried to concoct a reason to see him again. After a while those thoughts dissipated and I eventually dismissed the idea.
Years later, with more experience, I regretted not following up.
Even now, that chance meeting has fueled countless fantasies. I'll never know what his intentions were.
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You must still have it going on since it sounds like he was the assertive one!
I totally LOL'd at "Sniff each other's butts".
I once shared a hotel room with my boss. He was married and in his 40s, very muscular and fit. We were talking and he started to strip to his underwear and sat with his legs wide open. I could nt focus on what he was saying and I was pretty sure he knew I was looking at his bulge. He then stood up and took his briefs off. It was jaw dropping...
Oh he knew what he was doing, bosses don’t just naively do that. I did that to a few of my staff over the years.
You are right. I am very sure that he was enjoying doing that. I really missed seeing his cock even now after some 10 years later.
I’m sure he got as much of a charge showing you his cock as you did seeing it, I’m sure he still replays it in his head and fantasizes of how he could’ve pushed it further with you.
My brother-in-law and I have been grabbing each other’s nipples “as a joke”. We’ll see what we grab next.
this is dangerous
please dont push it further
this will hurt your sibling if it leads to something sexual
there are enough men around
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