Good Mourning

You smile as you wake up wrapped in Bob's protective grasp. But as you snuggle closer into him you can't help but think of today as a Black Friday. Your little adventure will soon be over - do you really want it to end?

Gently, you untangle yourself from Bob's arms. You're not gentle enough, though, and he gives off a huge yawn as he wakes up.

"Damn, that was some party, huh?" He grabs his head in discomfort.

"Yeah, HIC" you hiccup, "can you believe Mike wanted more?"

"Whoah, why am I naked? Why are you naked? What happened last night?"

"You mean you don't remember?" How could he possibly forget?

"No, but I'm starting to get a good idea," A smile starts to form on his lips.

"You don't remember?" You stupidly repeat. We kissed and he doesn't remember?!

"So I bet I fucked your brains out again yesterday, huh? And you just let me do it, didn't you? We didn't play any game, you didn't 'owe me' or anything, but you still let me fuck you? Oh, you dirty slut, you can't get enough of my D, can you?" He pulls the blankets off and spreads his legs. "C'mon down here where you belong, boy, and show daddy how much of a slut you are."

Your instincts tell you to do whatever you're told, but you decide its best to think it over. While you've already grown a hard-on thanks to Bob's demeaning comments, you're not sure you really like the way he's treating you. You realize that unless you remind him of your kiss right now, he'll never believe you if you bring it up later. But on the other hand, maybe it would be best to just pretend nothing happened?