secret_passion_49
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Have any of you straight men ever had an experience similar to this one? It would be fun to have you share it and how you reacted to it. Here is mine:
Many years ago I had a boss who was gay. He wasn't open about it, but everybody in the office just 'knew'. He was a pleasant enough man, easy to work for. He lived in another part of the city I lived in, which was a pretty good distance from where I lived.
One evening I was in a shopping mall on his side of town, and I happened to run into him. He asked me if I would like to drop by his house before I headed home. As I was in the middle of a divorce, I had suddenly found myself with a lot of free time on my hands so I said 'sure'. He sort of smiled, and it was one of those smiles that I thought might have a bit of an unstated meaning to it.
So I follow him to his house, which was quite large for someone living alone, and it retrospect, very 'feminine' in its decor. He collected antiques for fun and profit, and would make trips to Europe to buy furniture and decor items, sometimes keeping them for himself, but mostly selling them in the U.S.
As I followed him, I found myself smiling a bit to myself as well, thinking 'I wonder if he wants to see if he can help a lonely guy going through a divorce feel a little bit better for a couple of hours?'
When we reached his house, he excused himself for a couple of minutes and when he returned he had a fancy robe on, saying 'The first thing I do when I get home is get comfortable'. Comfortable indeed I thought...
He proceeds to take me on a tour of his 'digs', furnished as it was with all manner of frilly European furniture and accessories. In one room, on a table, was one of these:
http://www.uthunter.com/photos/029-125.jpg
You lift up the barrel, and the figure's outsized wooden cock springs up and out. He smiled and so did I, and I could tell he was gauging my reaction to it.
A bit later we were sitting across from each other, me on one loveseat and he on another. He had put on a comedy record with all manner of jokes of a gay theme. Again I could sense he was gauging my reaction. Frankly, I just wasn't 'there' at that time. After a while I got up and left, thanking him for having me over.
Through the years, I've recalled this encounter many times, and wondered how I might have reacted if I were to have such an obvious 'overture' made to me today. Today, my reaction would be quite a bit different... and uninhibited. I would have made some comment about the man in the barrel, and then reached out to gently fondle his wooden cock with my finger tips.
I would have then expressed a playful, mock jealousy of the size of the cock as it related to the size of the body, and then proceed to open my zipper and whip out my cock (which THIS time would be fully erect) and say 'See? See how much smaller my cock is in relation to my height? I am so jealous
of this little wooden what-not!'
I would have then challenged my boss: 'How about you? Do you dare to reveal how you compare to this silly little staute?!' Something tells me he probably would have whipped his out too. Once we had both gotten over our mutual surprise, I might say something like: 'You know what might be nice about now? A shower. I need to take a shower. Could we shower together?'
It's amazing how time and our life's experiences change us in ways we could not have imagined in our wildest dreams... :^P
Many years ago I had a boss who was gay. He wasn't open about it, but everybody in the office just 'knew'. He was a pleasant enough man, easy to work for. He lived in another part of the city I lived in, which was a pretty good distance from where I lived.
One evening I was in a shopping mall on his side of town, and I happened to run into him. He asked me if I would like to drop by his house before I headed home. As I was in the middle of a divorce, I had suddenly found myself with a lot of free time on my hands so I said 'sure'. He sort of smiled, and it was one of those smiles that I thought might have a bit of an unstated meaning to it.
So I follow him to his house, which was quite large for someone living alone, and it retrospect, very 'feminine' in its decor. He collected antiques for fun and profit, and would make trips to Europe to buy furniture and decor items, sometimes keeping them for himself, but mostly selling them in the U.S.
As I followed him, I found myself smiling a bit to myself as well, thinking 'I wonder if he wants to see if he can help a lonely guy going through a divorce feel a little bit better for a couple of hours?'
When we reached his house, he excused himself for a couple of minutes and when he returned he had a fancy robe on, saying 'The first thing I do when I get home is get comfortable'. Comfortable indeed I thought...
He proceeds to take me on a tour of his 'digs', furnished as it was with all manner of frilly European furniture and accessories. In one room, on a table, was one of these:
http://www.uthunter.com/photos/029-125.jpg
You lift up the barrel, and the figure's outsized wooden cock springs up and out. He smiled and so did I, and I could tell he was gauging my reaction to it.
A bit later we were sitting across from each other, me on one loveseat and he on another. He had put on a comedy record with all manner of jokes of a gay theme. Again I could sense he was gauging my reaction. Frankly, I just wasn't 'there' at that time. After a while I got up and left, thanking him for having me over.
Through the years, I've recalled this encounter many times, and wondered how I might have reacted if I were to have such an obvious 'overture' made to me today. Today, my reaction would be quite a bit different... and uninhibited. I would have made some comment about the man in the barrel, and then reached out to gently fondle his wooden cock with my finger tips.
I would have then expressed a playful, mock jealousy of the size of the cock as it related to the size of the body, and then proceed to open my zipper and whip out my cock (which THIS time would be fully erect) and say 'See? See how much smaller my cock is in relation to my height? I am so jealous
of this little wooden what-not!'
I would have then challenged my boss: 'How about you? Do you dare to reveal how you compare to this silly little staute?!' Something tells me he probably would have whipped his out too. Once we had both gotten over our mutual surprise, I might say something like: 'You know what might be nice about now? A shower. I need to take a shower. Could we shower together?'
It's amazing how time and our life's experiences change us in ways we could not have imagined in our wildest dreams... :^P