Kent was a coarse, shit-talking union brother. A short little dipshit, he hauled steel as hard as any, so I thought nothing of renting him the garret apartment of my folks house when he said he'd had a falling out with his girlfriend.
I'm less than straight, and he knew that from the start. My BF, Jason, who was also aggressively Bi, and I were constantly harassing his pulls, always tight, tattooed little goth queens- but the girls gave us the cold shoulder. Their loss, thin walls meant we fucked almost as hard as they did listening to their joinings. I make fucking amazing pancakes, btw, and I always wake up early when the house is dicked to sleep.
I was frying eggs and a quad of pancakes when one snuffling little slut (she had four nose rings and two across her bridge) sneered at me, "Pet pussy earned a full breakfast?"
Completely bewildered but spiting the tonal hostility, I growled, "Easy eggs for you." I flipped the finished cakes on a plate and topped them with a splintering sunny side up egg. I turned back to the punk and she was gone, the garden door thumping as it found it's latches. I splashed some salt and pepper on the egg and grabbed the trashy, corn-syrup based pancake syrup Kent insisted on, and marched on to deliver the produce of my morning to at least someone.
Shouldering into the upstairs bedroom, I found tied, face down, hips propped high by a foam wedge, was Kent's hairy ass, stuffed with a steel plug. And... his neatly trimmed, brown furred cunt.
I nearly dropped the pancakes.
He stiffened, muscles from wrist to calf straining and pronounced, naked and tied to the four corners of the bed. He was blindfolded, and a massive, black ball gag was strapped in his mouth, but he certainly heard the door open and my gasp at the sight of his exposed position.
Kent was a compact little bastard, cordy limbs and straining abdomen, but in the middle of that hard man was a pink pussy. I went from confused to cutting diamond as fast as I realized there was a wet glisten to the hole between my roommate's legs.
I'm not going to say it was a second, I'm not going to say I didn't think about just pushing my fat cock up my roommate's tight little hole. Because I did. I abandoned the plate on his dresser, unzipped and looked at that gash and jerked it for more than a minute before I came to my senses, inches from just fucking the hell out of Kent's little cunt.
But Jason was just downstairs, and I didn't want to rape my friend... mostly, at least. I stuffed my hardon back in my jeans and pulled the gag from Kent's mouth.
Gulping air, he flinched at my touch. "I guess you know, then."
"Know what?"
He went slack and retorted bitterly, "Know what?"
"Yeah, it's a nice cunt." I stressed the word, not knowing if it would hurt or help, but it seemed right.
"Fuck you." he sneered.