2 for 1 special (Homosexual Thots)

Once a slut, always a slut

"Hey man, don't get involved, alright? This is between me," Fred steps up to Trent again, just barely taller than the man, and tries to look as intimidating as possible. "And Micheal."

Trent charges at Fred, knocking him to the ground and punching him in the face again.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!"

Fred shoves Trent off of himself, getting back up and wiping the blood from his chin. Trent is on all fours, growling like an animal. He runs up to Fred and bites him in the leg.

"Ouchie!!! Waah! Mikeyyy!!! That reawwy hurt!!!"

Trent gets back up and grabs Fred by the throat. "Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Oh YEAH?"
Fred glances over at Damon, who is looking rather shocked.

"Look Mikey we don't gotta do this right here right now I'm sorry for starting shit ok man hey man hey man it's all good it's all right."
He stroke's Trent's cheek with his hand, accidentally wiping his mouth blood on him.

"You come to my iHop, just to stalk me, and now you wanna fight? You wanna fight? Is this what you want? You want me to pound you in the parking lot of iHop? How does it feel, William?"

Fred starts laughing, "Oh man it felt so good, I needed that."

Trent lets go of the rascal, and now he laughs too. "That was good, that was good man. Oh yeah. Yeah. I missed you, man." He pulls Fred in for a hug, pulls away and grabs his hand.
"I'll clean that for you," he offers, and he licks the rest of the dried blood off of Fred's hand, "Hey man, next Wednesday, right?"

Fred smiles, "Yeah man, of course. You know I'd never miss it. Can't wait...can't wait." He glances at Trent's ass.

Trent walks over to Damon and grabs him by the waist, kissing him on the nose. "Alright kitten, let's go."

They walk to the car and get in.

Damon doesn't say a word the entire drive back to Trent's house.

He doesn't say a word the entire time they sit on the couch and watch Trent's favorite live performances of himself.

Damon doesn't even say a word when Trent starts humping his keyboard in one of the performances.

But he does think to himself, "I wish I was that keyboard."

After an hour of watching Trent abuse his instruments and band mates, Damon finally says a word.

"Trent?"

Trent looks over at him, immediately aroused. "Mhm?"

"What the fuck was that."

"Oh, with Fred?"

Damon rolls his eyes. "Yes, with Fred."

"Oh, we beat eachother up sometimes. For fun. To get the anger out, you know."

"You pound eachother?" Damon says quietly.

"We pound eachother too."

Damon stands up and yells, "You HAVE SEX WITH FRED DURST?"

"I do. I did. Twice. Next Wednesday will be the third. Would you like to join us?"

Damon sits back down. He scratches his head. "No."

Trent frowns, "Really?"

"That is not my kind of man, Trent."

Trent laughs. "Oh, kitten, you don't know him like I do."

Damon stands back up. "And I don't want to. I think I'll go home now."

"Oh...ok, I'll get my keys."

Trent drops Damon off, singing and screaming on his drive home.

He has some new ideas for a song, he thinks. He slips his hand down his pants and gives his balls a good squeeze, pulling into his driveway.

Meanwhile, Damon walks into his apartment and immediately starts crying. Graham rushes into the room.

"Oh my! Damon! Where have you been?" He walks over to his boyfriend and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "I've missed you."

Damon wraps his arms around his band mate and cries more, "Graham?"  He sniffles.

"Wot, Damon?" Graham asks.

"Why is it so hard for a little slut to find a loyal man?"

"Ah," Graham pats Damon on the back. "I often wonder that myself, Damon."