About 20 years ago I had a friend who is straight, or thought he was anyway, went clubbing he kept wanting to hold my hand, weird for a straight club but I'm chill anywhere, then afterwards home to his place, I touched his back he didn't pull away, I put my hand under his shirt he didn't object, thought.. hmm I wonder.. he was beautiful, handsome, well built but he was unexperienced, knew nothing of sex or relationships and I thought I was in love with someone at the time, so eventually ended up going to sleep but he only had a single bed, had a lovely time playing with him, as one does, but I never really made him mine. Went off to work in the UK not long after he wrote me a long email bemoaning me for abandoning him, never even realized he looked at me that way, about 15 years later met up with again, he's married with kids and stays in the next suburb but they're getting a divorce, thought we'd pick up the friendship but he had all sorts of demands which I wasn't ok with, and I wasn't really myself at the time, so I stopped going there, just to this day I regret not making him a lover & a husband, he was ripe for the plucking and would've been the ideal partner, but I let him slip trough my fingers.
Funny thing is I had a dream about him last night..