So I'll keep it brief.
I consider myself a heterosexual male. I have only ever felt intimacy towards women, but I make no efforts to "guard" my masculinity. In sport, a lot of my male friends and I hug liberally, touch each other (i.e. grabbing eachothers pecs, comparing our physiques) and are just very open with our bodies in general.
I'm not sure exactly why, but the type of male friendship I develop is often open and pretty homoerotic. One hypothesis is the type of field I study. I'm a medical student and what I've found is that among this group of students the men tend to be a little more sensitive and less macho compared to others I have met. Medicine, of course, requires plenty of empathy and caring and it might translate mens' dampened views of their masculinity. Male bonding is also a popular form of stress relief when the work gets really intense. I like it that way because I can connect with my male friends better, but we have never done anything "gay" beyond the homoeroticism that I described before. Not even close.
Until this week...
There was a buddy I met in a seminar. He was a real stand-up guy, extremely confident and had an aura about him. Good looking and lots of chicks liked him. To be honest, I was jealous. When we got closer, I learned that he was way more sexually active than I was and I envied that. I was hardly sexual active, and even now I've only had sex less than half a dozen times in my life. (I'm an early 20). I just wasn't/am not as confident as him, despite him upfront telling me he thought I was the better looking one, which I never fully bought.
So as I got to know him over several months, I literally loved the dude. He was such a joy to be around, so extemporaneous, intelligent and overall extremely likeable. He hardly stressed about anything - which in medical school is next to impossible to find in someone - and seemed to not carry much weight on him (I mean that in the figurative sense, he actually has a great body). We had a really close relationship, went out to dinner and watched movies, hiked, biked, talked about women that we pursued, shared dating/sexual experiences, and so forth. Of course, he had a lot more to share than I did...since plenty of girls were interested in him.
So where it got a little interesting for us is when he learned that I had never drank alcohol and wanted to try it. Yep, in my early 20s and haven't drank. I'm from Canada, and over here we can start at 19 legally, so it was a bit of a surprise to a lot of people that I hadn't. He wanted to be there when I tried it, so we arranged a night out at his place. We originally planned to watch a movie. I had a few shots of vodka, and quickly our movie plans became irrelevant lol. Didn't feel anything for a while, but then it hit me like a truck and I was getting tipsy. Eventually, I started laughing uncontrollably for no apparent reason. He joined in...and out of the blue he says "I'm going to make out with you right now". I was shocked. I said "Dude, no". I don't consider myself homosexual, yes I am more sexually/physically open than most hetereosexual guys, but kissing another man never appealed to me. Yet, for some reason I can't put my hand on exactly, I wanted to do it. I liked his personality that much, and probably his charm and desirability among women had affected me. In addition, I was always someone who was open to experience. I've done things I haven't enjoyed before just to say that I have, and I gather that this may have been similar in terms of what I felt.
He launched himself at me so that he was on top of me on the couch. He brought his face close to mine, we laughed, and I pushed him back so that I rested my body on his. To be honest, I didn't do this on purpose - the alcohol made my body feel a bit more flimsy, but as I rested on him he kissed me on my neck. I could tell there was a huge hesitation when he did it. Nothing on the lips, and certainly no making out, as I had told him...but overall such a peculiar and confusing experience for me. And I liked it.
We still talk like we're best friends and joke about it from time to time. And we're back to talking about our throes with women. I feel no sexual attraction to men, but it's almost as if the possibility of the forbidden experience has a magnetism of its own for me.
Thoughts?
I consider myself a heterosexual male. I have only ever felt intimacy towards women, but I make no efforts to "guard" my masculinity. In sport, a lot of my male friends and I hug liberally, touch each other (i.e. grabbing eachothers pecs, comparing our physiques) and are just very open with our bodies in general.
I'm not sure exactly why, but the type of male friendship I develop is often open and pretty homoerotic. One hypothesis is the type of field I study. I'm a medical student and what I've found is that among this group of students the men tend to be a little more sensitive and less macho compared to others I have met. Medicine, of course, requires plenty of empathy and caring and it might translate mens' dampened views of their masculinity. Male bonding is also a popular form of stress relief when the work gets really intense. I like it that way because I can connect with my male friends better, but we have never done anything "gay" beyond the homoeroticism that I described before. Not even close.
Until this week...
There was a buddy I met in a seminar. He was a real stand-up guy, extremely confident and had an aura about him. Good looking and lots of chicks liked him. To be honest, I was jealous. When we got closer, I learned that he was way more sexually active than I was and I envied that. I was hardly sexual active, and even now I've only had sex less than half a dozen times in my life. (I'm an early 20). I just wasn't/am not as confident as him, despite him upfront telling me he thought I was the better looking one, which I never fully bought.
So as I got to know him over several months, I literally loved the dude. He was such a joy to be around, so extemporaneous, intelligent and overall extremely likeable. He hardly stressed about anything - which in medical school is next to impossible to find in someone - and seemed to not carry much weight on him (I mean that in the figurative sense, he actually has a great body). We had a really close relationship, went out to dinner and watched movies, hiked, biked, talked about women that we pursued, shared dating/sexual experiences, and so forth. Of course, he had a lot more to share than I did...since plenty of girls were interested in him.
So where it got a little interesting for us is when he learned that I had never drank alcohol and wanted to try it. Yep, in my early 20s and haven't drank. I'm from Canada, and over here we can start at 19 legally, so it was a bit of a surprise to a lot of people that I hadn't. He wanted to be there when I tried it, so we arranged a night out at his place. We originally planned to watch a movie. I had a few shots of vodka, and quickly our movie plans became irrelevant lol. Didn't feel anything for a while, but then it hit me like a truck and I was getting tipsy. Eventually, I started laughing uncontrollably for no apparent reason. He joined in...and out of the blue he says "I'm going to make out with you right now". I was shocked. I said "Dude, no". I don't consider myself homosexual, yes I am more sexually/physically open than most hetereosexual guys, but kissing another man never appealed to me. Yet, for some reason I can't put my hand on exactly, I wanted to do it. I liked his personality that much, and probably his charm and desirability among women had affected me. In addition, I was always someone who was open to experience. I've done things I haven't enjoyed before just to say that I have, and I gather that this may have been similar in terms of what I felt.
He launched himself at me so that he was on top of me on the couch. He brought his face close to mine, we laughed, and I pushed him back so that I rested my body on his. To be honest, I didn't do this on purpose - the alcohol made my body feel a bit more flimsy, but as I rested on him he kissed me on my neck. I could tell there was a huge hesitation when he did it. Nothing on the lips, and certainly no making out, as I had told him...but overall such a peculiar and confusing experience for me. And I liked it.
We still talk like we're best friends and joke about it from time to time. And we're back to talking about our throes with women. I feel no sexual attraction to men, but it's almost as if the possibility of the forbidden experience has a magnetism of its own for me.
Thoughts?