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Strange Bedfellows

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He had taken far too many 'ludes, he knew... Now his fingers were fumbling over thin, cotton clothing.

What kind of pants were these?!

Chazz decided it didn't matter, once his fingers found a cock beneath the fabric.

"What are y-- ?!" a startled voice asked.

"Shh..." Chazz leaned up to convince his new partner that he would be enjoying himself soon with a kiss, and instead head-butted something... Styrofoam?

He looked up, shocked, into large, half-moon eyes. "Whoops," he muttered, then staggered away in as dignified a way as he could.