I would blush every time I saw him, usually at our local beach. For the first five years we never spoke, never even an acknowledgement until one day he accidently bumped into me and I just went so completely red that he asked me if I was ok. I did manage a little smile and think to myself “Oh, I could be”. I was on a mission. We had made contact. For several months it was “Hello Mate” and a very huge big massive smile. Eventually he would smile as well. His smile used TO MAKE ME SO FUCKING happy. The next two years were a bit like having continual sex. The hellos got bigger, and there was a permanent smile. Really! Me and HIM eventually spend one afternoon TOGETHER. We went to the football. Had a few drinks afterwards chatted for hours, and just before i went i got a hug. A huge hug, it made me feel very fucking amazing. He must have felt my erect cock beside the fat bulge in his jogging pants, I could certainly feel his.

Thanks Mate

That’s so true. It is awkward, but there are plenty of blokes who share that sexual tension but don’t acknowledge it. Several straight-up ordinary fellas I know make a bee line to say hello and share a big smile. Stop for a chat. If it’s hot we stand there shirts off. Check you out. Flex a bit even or adjust their cocks while talking. Just two guys together. All blokey. Talk a bit colourful of sexy topics, a bit of euphemism about gay sex or sex with the Mrs. Push some boundaries to encircle us in a bro-circle of trust. But actually cross that barrier and be or suggest or actually do something “gay” and they’d probably punch you….. but would they? Would that fight end in some homoerotic wrestle??? Not sure. Convention would take over pretty bloody quick and your bromance is ruined. It’s nicer with the unfulfilled tension that both feel but are too frightened to admit. It remains enough to glue us together as friends but not enough to catalyse.

Bob

4 thoughts on “Hello God

  1. Last, loneliest, loveliest, exquisite, apart – is how the poet Kipling described Auckland, and sometimes it does feel like it’s the last place on earth where the sun don’t shine. Yet half a planet away from Seb Cox, two of his last, loneliest and loveliest avid readers (and admirers) were able to connect to enjoy physical HaPenis in each others’ hairy hands. Long-time Seb Cox fan Stephen from NZ and Bob, from who knows where, met up in Auckland cheek to arse cheek, pec to hairy nipple, hand to rod, silky pre to sticky cumm, and were able to indulge our shared love of dick. Of course, in true Kiwi Blokey-ness we met for a couple of beers at the pub and discussed all the important things of life such as politics and art and sport and dick and pussy too. Then home for a wank and a spank to enjoy hanging our old fellas out in each other’s company. Having read Stephen from NZ’s comments over the years and he having read mine, we felt we knew each other when we finally met and it was amazing just how honest these comments have been. Bi my reckoning, Seb’s brotherhood of HaPenis opened the door to a community of blokes who think much the same and meeting just one of the others just proves how not-alone we are. how truthful, how candid, how comfortable being naked together and stiff together and how secure we can be as men who enjoy shit wot we both like. Now we “know” each other’s dicks as well as the backs of our own hands. Seb. Your site has “nailed it” in Stephen’s words. You have just nailed it. Cheers from the last place on earth

  2. That’s so true. It is awkward, but there are plenty of blokes who share that sexual tension but don’t acknowledge it. Several straight-up ordinary fellas I know make a bee line to say hello and share a big smile. Stop for a chat. If it’s hot we stand there shirts off. Check you out. Flex a bit even or adjust their cocks while talking. Just two guys together. All blokey. Talk a bit colourful of sexy topics, a bit of euphemism about gay sex or sex with the Mrs. Push some boundaries to encircle us in a bro-circle of trust. But actually cross that barrier and be or suggest or actually do something “gay” and they’d probably punch you….. but would they? Would that fight end in some homoerotic wrestle??? Not sure. Convention would take over pretty bloody quick and your bromance is ruined. It’s nicer with the unfulfilled tension that both feel but are too frightened to admit. It remains enough to glue us together as friends but not enough to catalyse.

  3. Beautiful how awkward and true, I don’t want to be so afraid of men and our attraction.

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