"Urrrghhhh", you moan, as you groggily come to. Looking around, you notice you're in a bedroom of some sorts. At first, you figure it must be yours (after all, who else's bedroom would you fall asleep in?), but when your eyes begin to focus, you see that the walls are painted a dark forest green, and several posters and pictures decorate it - most of the posters featuring shirtless young male movie stars. This is definitely not your room.
"Mmmmmm," you hear a voice next to you, and a body shifting in the bed. Startled, you turn and look over in shock, seeing that the person making the noise looks to be a boy a few years younger than you, maybe fourteen or fifteen. You look down his back to where it goes underneath the covers, noticing that he's completely naked -- as are you, you quickly realize. Yikes!
Yawning, he stretches out, revealing a very light amount of hair underneath his armpits and virtually none on the rest of his tanned torso. He has plenty of thick, dark black hair on the top of his head, though, as it completely covers his ears and hangs down into his eyes. Racking your brain, you can't seem to recall who this person is, though he does look familiar…
He opens his brown eyes and looks up at you, smiling. "Good morning, hon," he says, and starts to lean forward, his eyes closing and lips puckering. Out of surprise more than anything else, you back away, leaving him kissing nothing but air, and causing him to open his eyes again. "Justin, sweetie, what's wrong?"
"W-who are you?" you ask, a little stunned that this boy seems to know you, and apparently thinks that you're his boyfriend. "How do you know my name?"
The boy smiles and shakes his head. "Oh, I forgot. It's the first of the month, isn't it?" He looks over at the table next to his bed, confirming the date on the desk calendar there. "Okay, Justin, don't worry, everything is going to be fine. My name's Sam, and I'm your boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?!" You jump out of bed, forgetting that you're naked for a moment, then quickly remember and grab the covers off the bed to conceal yourself, though this leaves Sam completely naked as he lies on the bed.
He doesn't seem to mind, though, as he sits up and leans back against the wall, spreading open his legs and leaving his cock for all (okay, for you) to see. "Yes, boyfriend. You've known me for a long time, Justin. We're in my house, we spent the night together and slept with each other -- trust me, these are all things we typically do."
You shake your head. "I don't remember doing anything close to that! I'm not even gay! In fact, I have a girlfriend!"
Sam bends his legs and leans forward, wrapping his arms around his knees, tilting his head in a way that, even you admit, is rather cute. "Do you? What's her name?"
"Her name is--" You stop, trying to recall what her name actually is. It's right on the tip of your tongue, you can tell, but for some reason, you can't place it. "Oh, c'mon, I should know this," you tell yourself.
"Mhmm, that's what I thought," Sam nodded. "Do you even have any idea what she looks like this time?"
This time? "Of course, she's--" Actually, now that you think about it, you can't bring to mind any image of what she looks like. In fact, you don't really have any memories at all of having a girlfriend, just a general feeling that you should have one -- and that feeling is becoming less and less certain all the time.
"Look, Justin, sit down next to me and we'll have a talk." He pats the bed and motions you over. Reluctantly, you follow, still wrapping the bedsheets tight around your body. "Look, I know you're confused right now, and you have every right to be. But, trust me. There's an explanation for all of this."
You turn your head towards Sam, a skeptical look on your face. "Well, what is it? And please, tell me the truth!"
Sam beams back before answering,