Leaving high school and going to university, I believed I was completely straight. I came from a sheltered middle upper class upbringing, but was raised to be cheap. I dressed poorly, and was starting to become overweight.
My first year of university, I gained weight. I started noticing less girls smiling at me and eventually started working out and going on a vegetable diet. Fast forward to midway through my 2nd year, I had just lost 70 pounds but was still a virgin. I think most girls preferred a guy with more bulk than my lean build. One day at the university library, an older guy noticed I was reading about travel and we got into a conversation. I always wanted to go to brazil. We chatted until the library closed and he walked me out and asked me if I wanted to go for a drink. We got a table at the pub and as we sat down, he put his hand on my leg. I gulped. I had no idea he was gay. He asked me if I was uncomfortable, to which, enjoying the attention, I told him I like it. So we had a couple of drinks, and he asked me back to his place, which was walking distance away.
We held hands all the way there. I started to wonder what was going to happen. I was going to let him lead. I was wondering if he was a top or a bottom.. I was shy because nobody had seen me naked before and here I was planning on going to have sex! I was also nervous as I didn't have condoms.