Hmm... we were in a class together, and we started hanging out as friends, neither of us knowing that the other was interested in men. We got closer and closer, and we were listening to music in my room one day when he asked me if I liked anyone (yeah, I know -- cliche). We did the whole beat-around-the-bush coy "I like you but I'm not going to tell you" for an hour before I finally confessed, and he kissed me almost immediately.
In retrospect, it was pretty funny; he also somehow stripped me out of most of my clothes pretty quickly as we were kissing and of course such and such happened, haha. A standout memory was when he paused, said, "I've always wanted to do this," and went at it. Haha. (And then so on and so forth.)
That lasted for several months, until I got too pissed at him for being far too closeted for comfort (to the degree of paranoia) and also kind of spoiled and needy. But it was certainly an enlightening first relationship.