When I was twenty, I had a guy friend and the two of us were pretty close. Neither of us were Gay, but there was just this really good guy-chemistry between us. Back then the whole Gay thing wasn't as prominent as it is now. Which I think was a whole better for straight guys, because there wasn't the worry about looking like you were Gay, and discrete close-male friendships were seen as a good thing. All you have to do is look at the yound adult novels of the time, and you'll see guys geting along and being close as friends in ways that now would seen as covertly Gay. It was just guys enjoying being guys together. At that time, though, my friend and I had what would probably be veiwed as a Gay relationship. To us, it was just refreshingly masculine and we both liked it.
His uncle had a place out in the desert where we could go and spend weekends and some time together. It was private and we were free to enjoy spending naked hours together as guys, and having some of the best sex. Neither of us felt ashamed or guilty about that, and neither of us became Gay because of it. Yet, today, that is something that I'm never able to be open about, because I know that people will be all too quick to apply the "Gay" label to it. What a stinking shame!