Going into college I assumed that I was 100% straight. I had kissed my girls at sleepovers and stuff but I didn’t think I was attracted to them. Well, as you can tell from my title, it turned out that wasn’t the case.
It was a few weeks after I started hooking up with my friend Siobhan’s neighbor Pat. We fell into a routine pretty quickly, me and Pat. Every Tuesday I would go over to his room and we would hook up since neither of us had class then, and sometimes late at night on other days too if one of us was feeling frisky. We weren’t exclusive but I wasn’t having sex with anyone else. He was sometimes but we didn’t talk about it. I was drunk on the taboo of fucking a dormmate so I didn’t mind. Besides, my old bully Greg had a girlfriend and I had fucked him all summer. Who was I to judge?