It took Cillin and his son Treacle quite a few months before they stopped either trying to mate with my boots or following me around and stay with the hens. Cillin was a tribeless orphan, his mother and sister got killed by a hawk within a couple of days of each other. Cillin just stayed in the bamboo clump most of the day while I worked on some woodwork in the car port. Eventually he started to come over and look at what I was doing. I fed him bits of walnut which made him his life long friend. Eventually he followed me home and wandered in and out of my house a lot until he moved in with some hens.
Treacle I spent a lot of time with because his mother fought off a Goshawk and was badly injured but saved her chick. They both moved in for a while until the stitches were out.
Both Cillin and Treacle proved to be perfectly normal in their relationships with the hens and I ended up with two very tame roosters.