homoerotic behavior

[F_Man]

Yep, this turned out to be a better thread than I was expecting. I got to thinking and actually there have been several when I was younger. I was pretty slow to come out, especially compared to guys these days - only a very select few when I was around 19-20, and very gradually to others into my 20s

Great stories nicely told! These moments of male bonding, fantastic, natural & simple.

 

[PornBuddy]

I had an experience recently staying over a friends place while his wife was at her parents for the weekend. We had a good night in watching movies and drinking, then he went to go to bed.
Ten minutes later he came back down and walked in wearing just his underwear, short underwear with his big cock and ball bulge clearly outlined.

He's totally straight, a real muscle guy, usually real secretive about his dick in front of me, but something about this seemed almost like an invite.

I regret not saying anything at the time, because the more I think about it the more it seems he wanted something, and I was too stupid to notice.

 

[Alonso]

Remembered I'd meant to add a few more stories to this thread.

--I was working at a pretty big name financial services company in downtown Manhattan (admittedly because my friend's husband was in a management position and was able to point me to an opening that fit my skill set and experience for what otherwise would have been an internal hiring). The section I was in hired a bunch of interns as they did each fall/spring from NYU's Stern Business School, which if you don't know is one of the more high falutin schools of that type. A lot of these were what you would expect - aggressive Type A overachievers (both male and female) ready to conquer the corporate world, the sort of sharks you might have admired before the 2008 crisis hit, haha.

One of these guys was a real pretty boy type, and while a nice guy, seemed to try "too hard" because of it. In the first group meeting we had that included the interns, I kind of felt that thing where it feels like someone is staring at you, and I turned my head to my right abruptly - sure enough, he was looking right at my face like he'd been studying it (note that the current speaker was actually to his other side). He kind of looked away quickly, but looked back after a second I guess to see if I had really noticed, and luckily I had kept my gaze on him - I kind of gave a half smile, and he did too before just looking down at his notepad sheepishly. Well, that definitely caught my attention, as if his looks hadn't already, but I also wasn't about to perv on one of our interns (though at the time I was just a few years older than they were), so played it safe - kind of timing trips to the elevator when I noticed he was about to go, going often to help or give tasks to one of the needier interns who happened to sit right by him, and such. For his part, suddenly he started using the copier near my desk which was probably a bit further than the one near where the interns sat, although not enough to seem amiss unless you were alert to that, and which allowed for a lot of casual hellos and prolonged eye contact.

It was a fun game, but other than chats by the men's room or elevator, and one conversation when we both conspicuously took our time leaving the meeting room so that we were the last ones gathering our things, we didn't really interact much. I found out he'd actually be leaving a bit earlier than most of the interns that spring because he'd already been hired for a position at a very well-known Fortune 100 company. I stopped by his cube his last day to congratulate him on graduation and the new job, ask him a few things about it, and stuff like that - it was the first time I directly approached him, rather than just happenstance chatting, and he visibly straightened up and acted kind of nervous at first. So I wished him luck, gave him a lingering handshake with a friendly squeeze (I can actually recall how electric it felt), and actually winked in a "go get 'em" kinda way before leaving to go back to my desk. I must have made an impression, because for someone who was about to leave for greener pastures, he sure had a lot of copies to make throughout the afternoon, haha. I really didn't have the nerve to pull him over on one of the trips by my desk, though I thought about it - in fact I didn't really meet his gaze much beyond an intentionally distracted smile a couple of times. I figured that if he made the rounds to say bye I might ask him to grab a beer sometime, but unfortunately I had hesitated too long because I think he ended up leaving when I was busy elsewhere. Not really sure why I didn't give it a shot, other than being paranoid that I was misinterpreting our dynamic - the professionalism angle didn't even hold anymore because he was on the way out anyway - but looking back it seems really obvious now he was hoping I would initiate some sort of social opening. Sigh. His name stuck in my head, and when I checked for him on Facebook some time ago, he'd apparently married (and she is a knockout - well done). I guess that makes it easier - if he turned out to have actually been full-on gay then I really screwed it up, haha.

--I was on a trip to Turkey in the wanderlust of my early 20s, and went down to see the ruins of Ephesos (Efes). There's a beach nearby called Selcuk Beach, and I went there the next day to enjoy the view of the sea and nearby hills and relax a bit before catching my bus up to Izmir. I met two brothers around my age who had been camping on the beach on holiday - the older brother (Umit) was one of the uncommon but not unusual Turks with red hair (look up Galatia to see the Celtic connection - the founder of modern Turkey was also a ginger!) and really arresting blue eyes. So they were both eager to try out their English with me, and we had a very pleasant conversation that included trying to teach other some terminology in our respective languages, but the younger brother got kind of bored after a while and went for a swim, which was fine with me because it left me alone with the older one, haha. I don't remember the context, but he went out of his way to say I was "very handsome." His English was pretty good, so I figured he knew what he was saying, but his demeanor was more friendly than flirtatious (although I kept imagining I saw signs of the latter, and hey maybe I was right), and even though Turkey is actually very European in some cultural attitudes, especially the younger generation (unfortunately it's grown more conservative since then, partly because the current ruling party is religiously-oriented), and everybody knows the jokes about Turkish prisons and Turkish baths, I still thought actually hitting on a Turkish guy wouldn't be too bright. Still, sitting there on the sand chatting while shirtless in shorts seemed pretty sexy anyway.

Anyway after some time we all gave our goodbyes. I went to pick up my backpack at the hostel, and then to the bus station. On boarding the bus, it was a nice surprise to see who else but the brothers on there. I knew they were from Izmir, where I was headed, but hadn't made the connection that they were also wrapping up their visit at the same time. It actually was a help, because later on Umit was able to tell the driver to leave me near the airport rather than all the way downtown at the bus terminal, which saved me some time and trouble. So he made sure to sit next to me, and we were able to chat some more, including (now that I had my things with me) exchanging our addresses. Yes, these were the days when penpals were still a thing, if you can imagine. After a while we were each ready to doze off, and while I'd been enjoying the proximity of his body and kind of letting our fingers touch with our hands in our lap, he suddenly put his head on my shoulder and closed his eyes. That was pretty sweet - I also got to kind of nudge and squeeze his thigh to let him know when I was about to get off the bus, and said goodbye for the second time. Hey, it's the little things. We did end up exchanging a few postcards afterwards.

Jeez, another long post. So that's it.

 

[DavidXL]

Alonso - liked the story of the Turkish guys. Very sweet!

 

[belowaverage1]

I had spent the day hanging out with two brothers and (everyone) had a crush on the older one. We had spent the day on the trampoline playing football and wrestling a little. The older one left and me and the younger fought for a bit before exploring the area around us. We ended up behind a boat and started wrestling and he got behind me and pumped a little bit. Shame it ended there because I think he wanted more. I saw him the other day but didn't say hi since he was working.

My friend and I used to lay in bed side by side playing video games together. We were always touching and after awhile he'd put his right leg over my left. Eventually we started joking about things and he would rub on top of me for a bit then we'd get to the next game. A few days after that we were gaming and he said loser sucks dick so I said sure. Lost on purpose. He kept telling me to suck it and I said make me and that was that. We wrestled the next day and he started shoving his crotch in my face and asking me how I liked it. I told him I couldn't feel it and he did it again so I started licking his pants. He got pretty mad because I left a wet spot on them and he got called by his parents to go do something. He was hard and you could see the wetness all over his pants.

I was at another friends house laying face down on his couch watching a movie waiting for him to do something. He came up to me and got on my back and started dry humping and I freaked out asking him what he was doing and told him his uncle was behind us looking. He looked at him and said "he's my bitch." This later lead to a handjob and him asking me to suck him but I was scared to. (shame)

 

[pinokio]

I like your memories

all these boys' plays with dry humping or touching naughtily are cute but sometimes it gets really something to remember !

 

[kurt bishop]

I had just moved here and I was moving in. The family was back in our old state for another 4 weeks. I invited my boss over one Saturday afternoon to watch the game. Now Scott ( my boss ) is a real military guy strong chinned and military hair cut shorter then me. We always swap military stories etc. I was being social had no clue he would show up.

So I had already started Drinking a few MGDs and he knocks at the door. I'm an 100% free baller when I'm home. I was wearing cut off sweat pants loose fitting and about 2 inches above my knees ( pretty normal) I invite him in we start watching the game - only like last quarter left. A few hours later, and more then 12 beers gone I know I'm pretty buzzed and he was to. We start talking about sex and the girls and couples we had relations with while traveling on business. DONT JUDGE, he makes a few comments about the size of his dick I reply back with a few comments about mine. I catch a few glimpses of his eyes when . I go to the john or return from.
One of the comments he made while talking about our recreational pleasures was his dick was not that long but he knew how to use it. And he had a good size head to stretch her out.
My return comment was that " I'm not big either but I have been told I'm pretty thick and as long as I had either length or girth I was happy". More comments about our dicks here and there.
The Conversation went on like that and we drank more and more beer. Out of the blue after I retuned from the bathroom he says "man I haven't had sex or head in so long....." And He shoots me the serious look- I laughed and briefly hesitated and replied ... What! Your married you should never be without one or the other. He changed the subject on a heart beat and his entire demeanor changed for any hint of sexual chat or disclosure was over. Stands up stretches and says I gotta get going wife's about due to come home......

Maybe not as homoerotic some of your stories... But what do you think he was fishing for- I hot a few other stories from him to tell later. Peace. KB

 

[JohnDoeXXXm]

i was in a hotel on business this week and my TV looked like crap. They sent up a building engineer- who made sure the cables on the back of the TV were tight, and then he didn't blink an eye when I attached my hdmi cable from my laptop, and started up a pretty raw threesome video clip. In fact, he told me to turn the sound up to make sure it came thru the TV.

No, he didn't stick around to watch.

 

[kurt bishop]

i was in a hotel on business this week and my TV looked like crap. They sent up a building engineer- who made sure the cables on the back of the TV were tight, and then he didn't blink an eye when I attached my hdmi cable from my laptop, and started up a pretty raw threesome video clip. In fact, he told me to turn the sound up to make sure it came thru the TV.

No, he didn't stick around to watch.

Nice man.... I have always wondered if anything has ever gone further in those situations... I have tried answering the door for the pizza guy in a towel or loose shorts etc when traveling on business. Nothing ever became of it. But wow such a hot fantasy!

 

[kurt bishop]

Sure is quiet

 

[kurt bishop]

Bump

 

[hotdogmustard]

By far the most homoerotic experience of my life has been a long-lived interaction with a guy sparked by an incident while we were college roommates. He was a mainstream athlete, and I a lesser celebrated sport athlete. We had a bathroom in our room and as a result not too long after living together we'd seen each other when we woke up, walked in on each other during self-pleasuring, and shared the shower if we were running late. It all became par for the course and we just laughed about these incidents.

It became advantageous for competition for me to do some manscaping, and one evening he noticed and asked me about that decision and how I felt about it. He expressed concern about having a blade anywhere near his junk, so I told him he just needs a steady hand and he'd be fine. He asked if I would shave him the way I'd shaved myself. And there it started. I can honestly say that I had never felt closer to anyone in my life than when I was gently applying shaving cream to his penis and balls, and then slowly, very slowly, running a razor across his skin on the underside of his penis and the skin covering his balls. I was so afraid of cutting him that I was being as precise and controlled as a surgeon. His reactions and mine, while predictable perhaps, were enlightening and enjoyable for both of us. This then led to what I would consider an even more homoerotic action, shaving each other's faces, which we did for the remainder of our time as roommates, and still do when we are together. Sometimes we'd do that at the sink, but most of the time in the shower, just standing in front of each other. It is such a bond between us.

I have shaved and trimmed several women's lady parts as part of relationships, and even had one woman whose deepest orgasms were my simultaneously trimming and fingering her, but nothing has ever been as intimate, arousing, or strong a connection with another human as shaving, and being shaved by, another dude.

 

[miamirt]

By far the most homoerotic experience of my life has been a long-lived interaction with a guy sparked by an incident while we were college roommates. He was a mainstream athlete, and I a lesser celebrated sport athlete. We had a bathroom in our room and as a result not too long after living together we'd seen each other when we woke up, walked in on each other during self-pleasuring, and shared the shower if we were running late. It all became par for the course and we just laughed about these incidents.

It became advantageous for competition for me to do some manscaping, and one evening he noticed and asked me about that decision and how I felt about it. He expressed concern about having a blade anywhere near his junk, so I told him he just needs a steady hand and he'd be fine. He asked if I would shave him the way I'd shaved myself. And there it started. I can honestly say that I had never felt closer to anyone in my life than when I was gently applying shaving cream to his penis and balls, and then slowly, very slowly, running a razor across his skin on the underside of his penis and the skin covering his balls. I was so afraid of cutting him that I was being as precise and controlled as a surgeon. His reactions and mine, while predictable perhaps, were enlightening and enjoyable for both of us. This then led to what I would consider an even more homoerotic action, shaving each other's faces, which we did for the remainder of our time as roommates, and still do when we are together. Sometimes we'd do that at the sink, but most of the time in the shower, just standing in front of each other. It is such a bond between us.

I have shaved and trimmed several women's lady parts as part of relationships, and even had one woman whose deepest orgasms were my simultaneously trimming and fingering her, but nothing has ever been as intimate, arousing, or strong a connection with another human as shaving, and being shaved by, another dude.

Wow, very cool!!

 

[kurt bishop]

By far the most homoerotic experience of my life has been a long-lived interaction with a guy sparked by an incident while we were college roommates. He was a mainstream athlete, and I a lesser celebrated sport athlete. We had a bathroom in our room and as a result not too long after living together we'd seen each other when we woke up, walked in on each other during self-pleasuring, and shared the shower if we were running late. It all became par for the course and we just laughed about these incidents.

It became advantageous for competition for me to do some manscaping, and one evening he noticed and asked me about that decision and how I felt about it. He expressed concern about having a blade anywhere near his junk, so I told him he just needs a steady hand and he'd be fine. He asked if I would shave him the way I'd shaved myself. And there it started. I can honestly say that I had never felt closer to anyone in my life than when I was gently applying shaving cream to his penis and balls, and then slowly, very slowly, running a razor across his skin on the underside of his penis and the skin covering his balls. I was so afraid of cutting him that I was being as precise and controlled as a surgeon. His reactions and mine, while predictable perhaps, were enlightening and enjoyable for both of us. This then led to what I would consider an even more homoerotic action, shaving each other's faces, which we did for the remainder of our time as roommates, and still do when we are together. Sometimes we'd do that at the sink, but most of the time in the shower, just standing in front of each other. It is such a bond between us.

I have shaved and trimmed several women's lady parts as part of relationships, and even had one woman whose deepest orgasms were my simultaneously trimming and fingering her, but nothing has ever been as intimate, arousing, or strong a connection with another human as shaving, and being shaved by, another dude.

Oh very cool story- and told very classy, nothing trashy about this post. Thanks

 

[bizzBoy]

By far the most homoerotic experience of my life has been a long-lived interaction with a guy sparked by an incident while we were college roommates. He was a mainstream athlete, and I a lesser celebrated sport athlete. We had a bathroom in our room and as a result not too long after living together we'd seen each other when we woke up, walked in on each other during self-pleasuring, and shared the shower if we were running late. It all became par for the course and we just laughed about these incidents.

It became advantageous for competition for me to do some manscaping, and one evening he noticed and asked me about that decision and how I felt about it. He expressed concern about having a blade anywhere near his junk, so I told him he just needs a steady hand and he'd be fine. He asked if I would shave him the way I'd shaved myself. And there it started. I can honestly say that I had never felt closer to anyone in my life than when I was gently applying shaving cream to his penis and balls, and then slowly, very slowly, running a razor across his skin on the underside of his penis and the skin covering his balls. I was so afraid of cutting him that I was being as precise and controlled as a surgeon. His reactions and mine, while predictable perhaps, were enlightening and enjoyable for both of us. This then led to what I would consider an even more homoerotic action, shaving each other's faces, which we did for the remainder of our time as roommates, and still do when we are together. Sometimes we'd do that at the sink, but most of the time in the shower, just standing in front of each other. It is such a bond between us.

I have shaved and trimmed several women's lady parts as part of relationships, and even had one woman whose deepest orgasms were my simultaneously trimming and fingering her, but nothing has ever been as intimate, arousing, or strong a connection with another human as shaving, and being shaved by, another dude.

What a beautiful story!

 

[halcyondays]

I had a straight roomie after college who was athletic and hung. We worked out together, sparred and gave each other massages. That was before I had a table so massages happened on floor or futon. Sometimes when he straddled me working my back I could feel his hard on against my butt and lower back.

We never went further. Years later he told me he had been curious, but was afraid of my size. As if anal was the only option.

 

[fapok]

By far the most homoerotic experience of my life has been a long-lived interaction with a guy sparked by an incident while we were college roommates. He was a mainstream athlete, and I a lesser celebrated sport athlete. We had a bathroom in our room and as a result not too long after living together we'd seen each other when we woke up, walked in on each other during self-pleasuring, and shared the shower if we were running late. It all became par for the course and we just laughed about these incidents.

It became advantageous for competition for me to do some manscaping, and one evening he noticed and asked me about that decision and how I felt about it. He expressed concern about having a blade anywhere near his junk, so I told him he just needs a steady hand and he'd be fine. He asked if I would shave him the way I'd shaved myself. And there it started. I can honestly say that I had never felt closer to anyone in my life than when I was gently applying shaving cream to his penis and balls, and then slowly, very slowly, running a razor across his skin on the underside of his penis and the skin covering his balls. I was so afraid of cutting him that I was being as precise and controlled as a surgeon. His reactions and mine, while predictable perhaps, were enlightening and enjoyable for both of us. This then led to what I would consider an even more homoerotic action, shaving each other's faces, which we did for the remainder of our time as roommates, and still do when we are together. Sometimes we'd do that at the sink, but most of the time in the shower, just standing in front of each other. It is such a bond between us.

I have shaved and trimmed several women's lady parts as part of relationships, and even had one woman whose deepest orgasms were my simultaneously trimming and fingering her, but nothing has ever been as intimate, arousing, or strong a connection with another human as shaving, and being shaved by, another dude.

I also deeply enjoyed your account of such a nice bonding experience. And, I must confess, with a bit of envy.

 

[archetypal_mystic]

I had years of homoerotic tension with my best friend. One day, while watching some internet porn sitting at my desk together i got hard and popped it thorough the side of my shorts and showed him..he did not object, then I slipped off my pants and told him to watch me jerk off...and he did. Was the beginning of years of this kind of behavior. I guess that was the moment we crossed over from homoerotic to gay action.

 

[lobya]

I was at a party one night with my hockey team when pants down hour started. All the blokes dropped their trousers and were just walking around in their undies and shirts. I had a longer shirt on and my bulge was sticking out a bit. A mate asked what it was and poked at it. When I said it was my cock he pocked it again and said "just had to make sure"

 

[kurt bishop]

This thread gets me going every time I read it