I've known I was into guys since I was 12.  Hoped it was a phase that would pass.  It didn't.  However, I've always prided myself on the fact I had ultra-high standards in guys.  First, I target str8-acting dudes.  I've NEVER worn a sign that said "into guys" & I only want to be with a guy who nobody would guess might be into guys.  This immediately leads to the conclusion that I've been using G0YDAR since I started scoping dudes. 

Next I target only really good looking dudes.  I start with the feet & work my way up.  The guy has gotta have strong, dude-feet.  Heck, there's a mile of leeway here (or maybe 12 inches - at least) -- but pussy feet or girlie feet are major negatives.  Crows feet or hammer toes are almost instant disqualifiers.  Sounds strange to some people - but a handsome, sexy foot ranks higher than dick dimensions to me.  Once I bond with a dude, I spend a lot of time rubb'n on him & his feet have gotta be studly.  Attractive feet are also those with good geometry, symmetry & tell you about the dude's genetic profile.  After all - humans are bipeds & bad foot genetics now means problems down the road.  I'm not a foot worshipper - but a dude with strong, handsome feet has got something going in his favor.

Moving up, strong legs are major turn onz.  I think large strong bones that form a lean muscular framework are ideal.  Again ... lots of room to negotiate.  I expect shorter dudes to pack muscles with larger diameters because they're shorter.  When I get above the knee, I expect to see some muscle-mass that hangs off the bone some while relaxed.  The upper legs need that definition that makes you drool - and the guys arse is best when it's bubble-butt muscular.  A big caboose on a dude just looks to fem - ya know.  Guys should have narrow hips.  Chicks have wide hips to make giving birth possible - but a dude's hips should be narrower - obviously to make it easier for him to maneuver his legs in between hers so his baby-maker can conveniently slide deep inside her fertilization chamber to seed the next generation - (without his hips breaking her legs in a 170 degree spread)....ya know?

The guy's belly is gotta be tight with visible abdominals.  A light pleasure trail is nice - but a fur rug is an instant turn off.  I'll more than happily groom a nice look'n guy who deals with aggressive hair growth though.  Nothing says 'trust' like slow-clipp'n around a dude's nads. 

A little hair on the pecs is OK too, but I like the feel of it cut really short - except maybe for the sternum center.  That can be a little longer.  Oh, and the guy has gotta have pecs.  Flat chested dudes - yeach!  Doesn't have to be a 1 inch deep slab of meat ... even a double-height steakum is OK - as long as the dude is in shape.  Soccer players tend to have marginal upper body development (but those legs) ... & swimmers tend to be lean & muscular. A dude hitting the gym is gonna tend to become eye-candy anyhow. 

A strong back with wide lats & developed traps is always sexy.  Mix that in with a big neck & yum!  Something about a guy who works his neck.  Obviously when that leads up to good facial symmetry & square features - it's a killer combo.  A nice smile is great.  Never required a perfect dental layout - but the dude has got to take care of what he has.  Obviously, extremes can wreck the appearance of a guy.  I had a childhood friend who modeled as a rake (OK .... it's a joke).  Between 8th grade & 9th, his parents finally got his smile on straight with the help of a good orthodontist & puberty hit the guy big time.  You never would have guessed that the freshman was the same guy as the previous year's 8th grader! 

The guy has to be clean.  Body odor is not sexy...but a sign of disease or bad breeding.  Not saying a guy can't sweat up a good stink being a guy.  What I'm saying is that he needs to know that lov'n needs to be done clean & walking around smelling like an old sock in public is not appealing - ever.  Foot odor, crotch rot & other like smells are not welcome in my bed.  One of the plusses of being a clean-freak is that if I do invite a guy over, I make it clear that the shower is for before bedtime - not in the morning (after stinking up the bed w. an unwashed bod).  This even means the sofa sleeper.  Can't tell ya the number of times this got a guy undressed & squeaky clean on my sofa.  Finding a TV program to watch late into the night beside each other many times turned into a cuddling, gentle massage.  Once you get a dude there, it usually doesn't take too long for the friendship to deepen as he gets comfortable with ya touching & holding him.

My first time was with my bud Trevor.  Trev was always a good look'n guy, but when he hit puberty .... wow!  Since we were kids, we'd stay over each other's house lots - so it was no big deal when he stayed over my place on a Friday after school.  We had a pile of blankets laid out on the floor in front of the TV & we were in our boxers anyway.  As it got later, I matter-of-factly put an arm around tired-Trev & began to slow rub his neck & shoulders.  He rolled more toward me & I reeled him in.  Eventually, I had him on top of me & we both had raging hard-ons.  I pretended to be drifting off to sleep - punctuating my massage with still periods as I softly snored.  Finally, Trev must have figured that I wasn't gonna 'awaken' & he began to slow hump me, & we both ended up dumping in our briefs about a minute after he started that.  Neither one of us ever commented about it, but Trev & I began to hook up on weekends more often to end up watching late night TV - if you catch my drift.  Eventually, we decided that clothing was optional when we slept together.  Mmmmmm.  I loved Trev from brains to balls.  Trev moved away at the end of our sophomore year & it really ripped me up emotionally.  The guy was a beautiful guy in so many ways - not just physically. 

A buddy named Tom hit puberty & turned into a stud.  We played soccer together & we began to work out at my place to keep our upper bods in as good of shape as our lower.  I was more timid with Tom because he had a more hot-tempered, fiery personality that I knew I didn't want to tip off with anything he might see as being too "gay".  Working out with him was a major dick-stiffener & the 3rd workout we did at my place he complained about lower back soreness from a fall he'd taken.  I had him turn over on the bench - facing down & I asked him a few questions as I lightly massaged his lower back.  It took all of 15 seconds to subdue him.  Within 5 minutes, I heated some hand-lotion in the microwave & was slow rubb'n it into his lower back & upper glutes (yeah).  We moved the massage to my bed where I had him kick his shorts off so they wouldn't get wet with lotion & there I was - massaging my buddy Tom while he was buck nekk'd on my bed face-down.  I ended up covering him & climbing in beside him; -- Then asking if he wanted me to continue.  He said "Yeah" & I had him slide over on top of me - face to face, balls to balls.  Rubb'n on his lower back & butt with his dick beside mine got me hard & he got hard too.  Like with Trev, I pretended to fade out into sleep & Tom dry humped me until we both popped.  Tommy really lost control while he came though - sighing & whimpering as his hopping dick made his entire body participate in his climax.  Trev had simply stiffened & twitched hard -- but Tommy writhed, gasped & groaned.  It was an intense experience & to this day -- just watching Tommy pop his load would drive any [dude into dudes] into a sympathetic orgasm.  Tom struggled with the guy/guy thing at first - insisting he was into chicks too & wasn't gay.  I agreed with him & told him it was just raging hormones & the fact we totally loved everything about each other.  Like other's have noted here ... we actually played the "gay" card & nobody bought it.  Right in plain sight & everybody knew we were best friends.  It was only our Sr. year that people began to 'suspect' what they'd been looking at all along.  Why? Because we always made light of any comment that came along, -- & Tom dated chicks too.  On more than one occasion, someone would ask us if we were "more" than "just friends".  One of us would usually look at the other & ask out loud if he'd been talking about our love life.  The other would usually admit to it - shaking his head in mocked shame; & everyone listening would get this "as if" look on their faces.  Sometimes, honesty breeds irony.  

The thing is that I loved these guys deeply.  Them too.  Being kind, gentle & caring to another person & then blunt-honest when they ask you why you are so good to them is a powerful bonding technique.  The very first massage I gave Tom, he asked me why I was so good to him.  My answer was - "Because I phuck'n luv you man.".  On more than one occasion I recall telling Tom or Trev to "...have a good time - but take care; -- Because if anything bad happened to them, it would wreck me".  And it would have.  We became part of each other's life & it felt good when we could give the other a hand.  If I had back every $10 I lent...man....  It wasn't the money - but the fact a need was being met.  I borrowed my share of $10 too ... just not as often ;-)

Trev came back my Sr. year.  It wasn't a problem - I loved them both.  Being my friends, they ended up being great friends w. each other & on more than a few occasions, we'd end up in a naked huddle with 3 dicks meeting in the center of a love triangle where we'd each enjoy the other 2 - arms around each other - each sharing love with 2 other guys until all 3 would pop.  It was never a 'cheap' thing.  I've seen videos of 3-ways & it was nothing like that emotionally.  I don't know how to characterize it -- other than say we were as bonded as 3 guys could be - and those bonds went way beyond our naked sessions.  After school into college & then into life - we've always been a phone call away from help. Our deep bonds have always been very private & personal between us & never anything we took for granted or treated cheaply.  It was an amazing thing we shared. 

In terms of morality, I know what some would accuse:  I would respond with - who is an outsider to judge the relationship of a group of close friends.  The only thing such objections are built on is the fact we emptied our  balls jointly with each other.  Honestly, where do some prudes draw the line - at a hug, a kiss?  Where?  I think the fact we were so intimate was simply honesty of the purest sort being expressed.  Some guys have tight friendships with no physical bonding like that.  Lots would like it but don't know where to start or fear rejection.  We were 3 young guys, who loved being guys & each loved 2 other guys without reservation & in every way that men love to be treated.  Totally respectful, clean, masculine & wrapped up in a depth of love that went way beyond skin itself ...

I hope I've given the reader something to reflect on.  Finally with this g0ys movement, we can categorize what we had -- because the 'gay' label just never seemed to fit right.  Thanks.