My story is slightly different in two ways, first I probably could have had him, and second I was the straight guy.
So go back about 10 years, a guy I was really good friends with at Uni came out a year after we left, which wasn't a problem with any of us, we always just thought he was sexually immature, but turns out he was sexually experienced...but with the same sex! So about 6 months after that, he was having a party, and had invited a friend of his over, who was just a friend but was gay, new to the city and didn't know many people.
So as people were coming in, some I knew some I didn't, I see this guy talking to talking to a couple I knew, and he was gorgeous! Totally straight looking (no offence meant), totally cool, and the most beautiful eyes. So up until this point in my life, I was 100% straight, and up until this point I'd never believed in love at first sight! Ok, I obviously wasn't 100% straight, but the there had never ever been any attraction whatsoever towards another man.
After a while I went over and introduced myself, and we got chatting, we had similar sense of humor, similar banter, and got on well. He was a really nice guy, totally straight acting, but with a bit of flirting mixed in too. Lets just say the initial attraction grew rapidly. The only problem, did I forget to mention I was at the party with my Girlfriend? I could be wrong, but I think she had a weird idea what was going on, she eventually came over, and then never left my side. In actual fact, over the months where we all became friends, I think she was attracted to him too!
So this guy integrated himself well into our group of friends, a mixture of men and women, singles and couples, he became just another one of us, who was always there on nights out or nights in! But as he became more of the group, we got closer. We would flirt, and I mean obscenely flirt with each other, in front of everyone to the point that nobody knew when we were going to stop. In actual fact, it got so bad we actually kissed at one point in front of everyone, just to take the flirtation to another level.
I could tell you a hundred things like that that we did. But there was one tell tale thing he did that always made me think it was more than just fun. Whenever we were alone together, the flirting stopped, he was serious, tactile, but not cocky with it. He was an odd sort of a gay guy (again no offence) he was attracted to guys, but not sexually, he never wanted to fuck or be fucked. But unknown to him, that would have been just fine by me, because at that point I had no interest in sex with a man either. And now, years later, having been married for some time, sex isn't even something that happens much anymore, haha!
But because it was my first attraction to a guy, and because he was within our group, nothing happened. I was in a long term relationship, and wouldn't have known where to start with a guy, but the sexual chemistry combined with the physical and mental attraction made me fall in love with him. I haven't seen him for about 5 years now, but to this day, I still fantasis about him, think about him and even dream about him. I am friends with him on Facebook, he's moved away, got a boyfriend, living with him and seems quite happy. But to be honest it kills me every time he posts a picture, as my heart jumps
If I knew him now, there is not any doubt in my mind, I would have the courage to go further with him, even though I am married, I am a lot more mature in the idea of being with a man. To me he'll always be the one that got away.