A teenager named Ryan yawned and turned over. He scratched his butt cheek.
Two seconds later, one piece of information processed in his half-asleep brain: he was naked. But Ryan didn't sleep naked. He sat up.
Where am I?
He was in a completely white room: the floors, the walls, and the ceiling were sterile-white, with an odd reflected blue tinge. And the space was empty except for this bed, two shower heads at the end of the room, and-
Ryan gasped.
A fully-grown, fully-naked man in his thirties was asleep in the bed next to him. Ryan had never seen the man in his life. A proud, hulking, dominating figure, the man had sharp features and a sculpted body with a moderate layer of masculine body hair. He had broad shoulders, a big chest, and abs. Perfect abs. There was something else too. Ryan tried not to look at it, but it was so big. He averted his eyes and covered it with a bed sheet.
He got up to look for something to wear. As he turned, an incredible sight met his eyes. The wall behind the bed was a giant window. Beyond the window was sea life as far as the eye could see -- they were underwater. An incredible array of fish drifted past the window. Looking out, it seemed to Ryan that vessel they were in was moving.
Ryan continued to look for something to wear. There was nothing in any corner or crevice of the room. He checked under the bed -- nothing. Straightening up, he heard the man exhale and sit up. Ryan quickly covered his privates with his hands and stood at the end of the bed, not knowing what to do. The man sat up and looked at him.
"What the -- who are you?"
"I don't know. I mean, I'm Ryan, but I don't know why. I mean, we're here. How or why," he stammered.
"Where are we?"
"I don't know that one either."
The man stood up, and his cock flopped out. Ryan stifled a gasp and tried not to look. The man looked down and saw that he was naked. He quickly covered himself with his hands.
"Look," said Ryan, gesturing to the window.
The man turned around.
"Woah."
The two of them moved awkwardly over to it with their hands over their manhoods.
"Do you have any idea how we got here?" Ryan asked the man. He was taller and a lot bulkier than Ryan.
"None at all."
They stood in silence for a minute.
"I'm Connor."
He offered his hand, and Ryan could see the head of his cock poking out from under his other one. His cock was too big to be covered by just one of those large manly hands.
Ryan shook hands with Connor. Connor looked him up and down. Ryan was a tanned, hairless surfer-style teen kid with a lean, toned body. He couldn't be long out of high school.
"Well Ryan, let's try to figure this out," said Connor.
"Okay."
They sat on the end of the bed together, still covering themselves shyly.
"What's the last thing you remember?" Enquired Connor.
"Well," Ryan thought aloud. "I was..." He suddenly blushed.
"What?"
" I was with my girlfriend."
"Okay."
"No, I mean, I was WITH my girlfriend."
"Oh! Alright. You were with her, and then?"
"And then nothing. I woke up here."
"Nothing else?"
"Nothing."
"And the two of you were... You know."
"Almost."
"Almost?"
"Well..." Ryan blushed again. "I was just... Putting it in."
"Ah - you were just getting started... And then you remember nothing? Your memory cuts out at that exact moment?"
"Yeah."
"Hmm."
"It was --." Ryan hesitated before abandoning the thought. "Nevermind."
"What?"
Ryan was blushing more than ever now.
"It was my first time."
"Oh mate."
Ryan looked very embarrassed.
"That sucks, bud. I'm so sorry your first time was interrupted like that... Such as special time in a man's life."
They lapsed into silence.
"Well, what about you? What's the last thing you remember?"
"Me? Ahh..." Connor thought back. His eyes suddenly widened.
"I was -- I was with my wife."
"Really? Just like me?"
"Yeah. Well, I'd done it before obviously. I have a two-year old son."
"Yeah," smiled Ryan cheekily. "You've definitely done it before, then."
Connor smiled too.
"So you and your wife were having --"
"Having sex, yeah." He thought back. "I remember she was on all fours in front of me. She was screaming and biting the pillow, and I was wearing a Robin Hood hat with a feather and kind of pumping her from behind." He suddenly realized who he was talking to.
"Sorry," he said.
"That's okay." Ryan pushed down on his groin. He was having trouble covering himself completely with his hands.
"I hadn't had any action for a few days. I'd really built up some... Anticipation."