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there?” Marcus’s wicked laugh broke up the monotony of moans and other guttural vocal noises. He drew back and rammed her again, long thrusting her as Blaez screwed her little hole with short and quick beats.
    “Nothing to worry about,” Marcus crooned.
    “But there is!” She whimpered, her body already trembling between their much larger forms. “I’ll never last like this!”
    “Who said anything about lasting ?” Marcus chuckled again. “We’re just here for the good time, sweet thing.” He drew back and slammed inside her once more. “So let’s have a fucking party.”
    “Yes. Oh yes!”
    “That’s what we like to hear,” Blaez muttered, staring down at that perfect ass now riding up against his lower belly. He spread her cheeks and watched as he speared his cock between her rounded globes. “Hmm yeah. There we go.” His eyelids grew heavy as his own release gathered in his balls. “You just go ahead and come now. Let us hear you holler. Give us an outright scream!”

Chapter Two
     
    The next morning was hangover hell. Kurt relayed as much when his buddy Randon Shane texted him too soon before noon. A true friend wouldn’t have bothered a fellow mere hours after his big 3-0 celebration. After Kurt grumbled about the fact, he rolled over face-down in a fluffy pillow still smothered in cheap perfume.
    The scents filling his crazy head were enough to remind him of the night before. He’d had some kind of evening going on before he passed the fuck out. He flipped to his back and reached between his legs, patting his soft cock.
    “What a night,” he sang, realizing Eva must’ve worn him out if he wasn’t even sporting morning wood. Before he had time to try and remember what had gone down—other than Eva, that is—the phone rang.
    “Blasted hell,” Kurt grumbled, taking the call. “I can’t imagine what’s so damned ass important that you felt the need to touch base before my buzz wears off.”
    “How ya feeling?” Randon laughed. “Given your mood, I’m guessing the drunk faded to black a few hours ago.”
    “I’m swell. How the hell are you?” He groaned. “Don’t answer that. You’re probably freshly fucked. Seems that’s all you and Pageant accomplish six days out of seven.”
    “You sound jealous.”
    “No, but I don’t like the play in your voice this bright autumn mornin’.”
    “Huh. Wonder why that is? Let me guess. You kissed your days as a bachelor goodbye and you’re having a tough time with acceptance.”
    “Why hell no.”
    “Do you want me to remind you of a conversation you and I had after my thirtieth birthday?”
    Kurt’s head was throbbing. He couldn’t think for the thrumming in his ears, much less try and remember something he’d said more than a year ago.
    “Are you still with me?”
    “Did you ignore the message I sent? Hangover hell , Randon.”
    “We’re not as young as we used to be. Tying one on comes at a price.”
    “As if you’d know. When you wake up each day, the only thing on your breath is—”
    “Pageant,” Randon interrupted him before he said something off color.
    “Hello, Pageant,” Kurt muttered, realizing he was probably on speakerphone.
    “Good morning, Kurt,” she sang. “How was your birthday?”
    “You missed a good party.”
    “You’re the one who missed a great bash,” she informed him, laughter in her voice.
    “We were there,” Randon said. “You were already in your room.”
    “Shame I missed you.” Kurt repositioned the phone against his other ear. “My head is pounding.”
    “Quit whining,” Randon said, his voice changing in an instant. “I called for a reason. Time to get your boots on, brother. He’s back and he struck again in Small Town USA.”
    Kurt took a second to process. He held the phone out far enough to confirm the power was on and the seconds were clicking off one by one. Damn. He wasn’t dreaming.
    Groaning, he rolled to the other side of the bed, planted his feet on the