ever been hit on, but never did it?

Wish I Had

I can think of a few times that I was hit on and wish I had gone for it. At least a couple times were in an adult bookstore. At the very least it could have resulted in some mutual JO.
 
A former work colleague came right out and told me during a lunch break that he thought I was hot and to let him know if I was interested hooking up. He was married but liked to fool around with other men, his wife was okay with it apparently. I politely declined but was secretly very flattered and horny.
Another time I was waiting outside a pub in Soho in London for my friend to come out. I was about 21 at the time and a tall middle aged man came up to me and started making conversation. He told me he lived not far away and asked if I wanted to come round for a drink. I declined.

So HOT.
I've been hit on many times, once waiting for an Uber a man pulled up and said, he would take me anywhere I wanted if I would stay the night with him.
 
I grew up in the south, and had sex with my best friend and others a lot. I moved north and found the local gay glory holes were at a bowling alley. I went into the stall, and each had glory holes. I heard a guy come in the next stall, he stuck his hard cock thru the hole. It was light brown, I played with a while and got very hard. He said are you going to suck it, I said no. It was the wrong color for me. He got up and left. I later found out a lot of mixed race sex was going on everywhere there, but I still never touched anything that wasn't white.
 
I had a gay roommate when I was in college. He was always kidding around and trying to hug me and me. I had to fight him off. I wish I was as curious back then as I am now. I’ve fantasized a lot of what could have been. He always had friends over. I’ve had fantasies about them breaking me in. Throbbing hard just typing this...
 
Yeah

I'm short and when I was younger, in my 20s, I was all of 140 lbs or so so I was definitely a spinner type at "almost" 5'7. I worked at a bar that had a pair of gay guys who were waiters. They'd constantly rag on me when I first started working to see how I reacted.

One was like, "I have a headboard I want to test out on you."

They all knew I was married and I laughed it off because I enjoyed the attention but I never took any of it seriously. They were having fun and I liked it too.

I didn't do anything about it, though, since everyone knew my wife.

The bartender, though, he was so uncomfortable around gay men that they'd flirt with him and he'd get all embarrassed and awkward and uncomfortable. It was hilarious.
 
In college I had a job making deliveries to stores. One of the stores was run by an older guy (50s?). His deliveries went to the basement. He followed me to the basement and started fondling me through my jeans. I never said or did anything to discourage him, but was too scared to take it further. This became a regular thing and I'd have a raging boner every time I went there.
 
In college I had a job making deliveries to stores. One of the stores was run by an older guy (50s?). His deliveries went to the basement. He followed me to the basement and started fondling me through my jeans. I never said or did anything to discourage him, but was too scared to take it further. This became a regular thing and I'd have a raging boner every time I went there.

Very hot, by neighbor would hire me to do lawn work and couldn't keep his eyes off of my ass in little shorts. Several times he would pat my ass and his hand would linger as he pinched.
 
Many times both men and women. If it ain't right, it ain't right. If it is, it is.
 
In college I had a job making deliveries to stores. One of the stores was run by an older guy (50s?). His deliveries went to the basement. He followed me to the basement and started fondling me through my jeans. I never said or did anything to discourage him, but was too scared to take it further. This became a regular thing and I'd have a raging boner every time I went there.

Oh the hot time you could have had with him.
 
Those were the days

I was in the public library with my girlfriend - (both us college students at the time) - and while she worked on some research related to a college project I was poking around through the card catalogs (it was a long time ago!) for some research of my own. Someone walked past behind me and brushed against me - it was a narrow spot among those card catalog cases and I didn't think anything of it, didn't even look up. And then I realized that when he brushed past it had been his hand that passed along the seat of my jeans -- another 'think' and I realized that it was the palm of his hand that passed along my bottom. I was still slightly naive even though we had a number of gay students at the college though no one was official 'out' in those days - but at the time I was pretty focused on the girlfriend - who I quickly asked if she was done so we could leave.

Of course, now days I even wonder about those gay students and daydream.
 
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