Men are never so happy and carefree than when they are amongst there own, ie with other men. And that is when they are at their sexual best too.

Today, onboard bus no.33 I saw 3 young, working class men (skilled labourers probably), who were just enjoying each other's company. They were playfully fighting amongst each other and in the process also having a lot of masti.

The eldest of them all (around 25 yrs) kept hitting the youngest man (around 17-18) on his thighs, in order to 'incite' him to engage in playful wrestling with him, which he did. The youngest guy was also the most macho. He actually hit the older guy, pretending to be annoyed. But that it was playful was clear from the fact that after a while he just pushed the other guy forward on his seat and laid his head ever so delicately on his back and pretended to fall asleep there. His face showed that he felt like in heaven on the other guy's shoulders. The other guy, in order to 'respect' the roles of social manhood, pretended to be troubled by such affection, and protested a couple of times, without meaning to push him off, because he too was enjoying it immensely, as was clear from his face. He complained that the younger guy's mouth was stinking... but didn't move to push him away.

The third guy meanwhile kept touching the youngest guy all over playfully. They were all really enjoying themselves. I have never seen men so happy in the company of women.

I could instantly feel what men-only spaces mean to men.