As I've said more than once, I'm not one of those gays obsessed by straight boys or anything. I like the possibility of reciprocation in my hypothetical relationships. (Okay, okay, I had one major, major crush on a straight guy in high school. His name was Nils and he was dreamy.) Which is not to say, of course, that I don't appreciate a fine-looking man, no matter his sexuality. And, when the vast majority of men are heterosexual, it's hard to only ever lust after the homosexual ones. I simply choose to waste most of my lusting energies on men who enjoy man-on-man buggery.
But sometimes, straight guys make it so damn hard! There's this one guy I'm working with, really cool, former jock, really cute, who wears his shorts down on his hips just enough that when he lifts his shirt a little, to scratch an itch or whatever, he flashes his boxers. Now, I don't even like boxers, but this just drives me wild! He, of course, hasn't the faintest clue that what it does to me (I manage to keep my salivating under control). In a way, that makes it ever hotter.
So what unconscious little things have straight men (or women or whoever you fancy) do that drives you wild?