It's my first semester of college. I'm far enough away from home that I don't know anyone; therefore, I have no friends yet. I get settled into my dorm and immediately realize that my roommate is a loser and I won't be hanging out with him. The first week seems to fly by since it's welcome week and there's plenty of parties to go to. I visit most of them and get trashed every night. They were all frat parties though, so I didn't really make any reliable friends because I had no interest in joining a fraternity.
Classes start and I'm getting into the swing of college life. By the end of the week, I realize I have the same exact schedule as somebody. Since we already had homework, I decided to befriend him. Jake and I quickly became study buddies and soon to be much more.
There was one night in particular that will always stick out. I came over to his apartment to go to a party later. Before we left, we just hung out, watching tv and talking. Somehow it came up in conversation that he was bicurious. I knew he was probably joking but something told me he wasn't. I told him every guy is and said I was too. We both laughed it off.
We went to the party and had a blast. We drank everyone under the table and both of us got to go upstairs with a chick. Once I finished with mine, he caught me and we headed out. We stopped by a hookah bar on our way and got a little bit more fucked up. Then we left for his apartment so I could crash there for the night.