Now I'm a pretty normal suburban guy, I like stuff most guys like most - sport, movies, music. Most people would consider me good-looking, I work out and have a decent body to show for it... not that I do show it... normally. I'm at University and have a small group of close friends, we eat, study and gossip together. Everyone knows that I'm bi - but it's not an issue. I generally tend to avoid "the scene" of Sydney - the Oxford Street bars and clubs are a litte too full on for me. A little too primal, plus of my friends who are gay/bi or desperate to be fag-hags, most won't go with me. So I just go in by myself for 10 minutes... feel completely vulnerable and leave. So I suppose you could call me shy... or reserved. No reserved is a much better word. One day, I was sitting the first tutorial for the semester when a guy bounded in. He certainly didn't look like your stereotypical "queen"... but he definitely had that infectous energy. He was really good-looking, similar height and build to me, but more looked like he was perhaps Italian or Spanish... I believe Mediterranean is the PC term now. He sit's down next to me. I'm doing my usual thing in first classes, sizing everybody up - see who's going to be trouble, who I can really give the shits too. Then I hear him ask me "So what's the tutor meant to be like? I just transferred here from Brisbane" I don't look up from the course outline "Um... Marie? She's nice, she'll tear you a new one if you haven't done the readings though" I look up and see he has these amazing deep brown eyes. "Well... that should be fun either way" He smiles. I'm already getting doubly distracted, Sarah who I dated briefly a year ago (who I still like) is sitting across from me, flirting. And this mystery guy kept smiling at me... giving me butterflies. The class is over. Everyone walks into the corridor - My mind is on the latte waiting for me with my friends in the coffee shop. But I feel a hand on my right shoulder. I spin around, and this guy is standing there. "Hi, we didn't get a chance to really talk before. I'm Marco" "Michael... Mike" We shake hands, I felt the spark... can't speak for him. But I gather he did. I excuse myself... somewhat relucantly. For some reason, over the next few days, I hope that I'll see Marco walk past and say hello. Failing that, the lecture is only a day away. I walk into the small lecture theatre. The lecturer, a boring guy with a beard... basically your typical Uni lecturer start on about this and that. I go for attendence - the readings give me everything I need. Out of the corner of my eye I see Marco sitting by himself in the corner with his laptop open. Out of the corner of my eye I can see what looks like blurry skin... a lot of skin... He's looking at PORN In the lecture! I was so turned on it wasn't funny. I leave to go to the bathroom, making sure to take the closest possible route to Marco's laptop. To my delight, I see that he's looking at a picture of a adonis leaning back playing with his ample cock. Suddenly I need to get the bathroom a lot faster. I return, trying to catch another glimpse... but this time I'm the one caught out. He turns around and winks at me... at this point I would rather die of embarrasment that speak to him. I make it outside, when I hear his voice. "Hey dude, come over here" I wander over... not exactly sure what to expect. "I noticed you looking at my computer" "Yeah sorry, eyes wandering and all..." "Did you like what you saw?" I'm bright red at this point... trying to figure out an escape route. My distress is clear, Marco leans in and whispers... "Well, I really hope you did". #2 To follow soon.