This is a strange kind of story, because nothing actually happened really. I must have been about 49 at the time, and I've been straight all my life, never even had a hint of a gay experience. I was also quite fit. Anyway I was living in Africa, but the HQ of my company was in Brussels. I had to do a three or four day stint at HQ, without my wife, and I booked myself into a hotel in Boulevard Charlemagne in Brussels, which runs between two EU buildings, the Berlaymont and the Charlemagne. My hotel was I suppose about eight storeys high, and on the other side of the road was another hotel also about eight storeys high. I was on the sixth floor, and I was wandering about the room naked. It was May, so the evenings were light, I knew no-one could see me from the street, but I'd forgotten about the hotel across the road. I was actually feeling a bit horny, and I rubbed my semi-erect cock a few times, sideways on to the window. Then a movement caught my eye in the hotel opposite. There was a man, a bit older than me and also completely naked staring at me from one of the windows. He had white hair and heavy spectacles, and he was deliberately exposing a very large penis indeed, although it wasn't erect. I looked at him, and he looked at me. He wasn't that good looking - but that big cock and my state of frustration got me wondering. Would this be my first ever gay experience? We stared at each other for quite some time - his invitation was absolutely unequivocal. I knew that all I had to do was make a sign to meet in the street, or write my room number on a piece of paper and hold it up. But the year was 1995, AIDS was rampant, and that was what held me back. But it just goes to show that even a totally straight guy like me (two marriages, three children) is a little bit gay.