Pretend You Don't Remember

You take another look at his cock and then remember Jack's joke from last night. You wonder what he would say if he saw the two of you right now. You wonder what Mike, and what Tony, and even what your father would say if they saw the two of you right now. No, this needs to stop.

"Fuck you, dude. I don't remember last night either, but I think you're letting your fantasies get the better of you."

"Oh? So you're saying that we just woke up naked together because we were what, playing strip poker?"

"Hahaha," you can't help but laugh, "we should search the house, maybe Mike and Tony played with us."

"Could you imagine finding them together in my bed right now?"

You both laugh and then dress, playing everything off as a joke.

"So," Bob begins, "not to chase you out of my house or anything, but my parents are going to be home soon."

"So I guess this is it?"

"Shit, man, this was one crazy summer."

"We tell no one." You're the first to say what you've both been thinking.

"What, you don't want the whole world to know how I fucked you up the ass?" Bob jokes.

"I can't believe we did that," you shake your head with a smile, as though remembering a dirty prank the two of you pulled in kindergarten.

"I can."

"I'm serious bro, this was some crazy shit. And so was this whole shitty game. Which you came up with," you can't resist adding.

"Yeah, I mean, look, I turned us into a couple of fags!" He laughs.

You shake your head in awe as a long silence follows.

"Listen, let's just forget the whole thing and pretend like it never happened." Bob repeats the promise.

You nod, then put on your clothes. When you get to the door, you turn around.

"And next time when you come up with a game, try not to make it so gay." You wink.

"Hey, you fucking agreed to it!" Bob throws an empty beer can at you in playful anger.

You smile as you leave. Checking your phone you have three missed calls and a dozen texts from your mother. Great, here we go again.