A drunken night with Justin

Blunt's face was impassive, but Alex knew him well enough to see a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he reached into his desk, retrieved a large, manilla envelope, and slid it across the desk to Alex.

Wordlessly, Alex picked it up and examined the contents. At first he thought he was seeing pictures from the session with Sabina that Blunt had somehow photographed before. As before, Alex could be pictured, completely naked, laying back on a bed, with his legs spread, and the back of a head visible between his legs. Unlike the earlier pictures, this head did not have Sabina's long, flowing hair. Instead, this head sported a decidedly more masculine haircut. After a moment of confusion, realization dawned on Alex. Flipping to the next picture and seeing the facial profile of his roommate, Justin, he looked up at Blunt and through clenched teeth said, "You unbelievable bastard!"

"Why are you getting upset with me, Alex? I'm not the one who failed to exercise
discretion about whose bed I crawled into."

It wasn't like that at all. It was early in the semester, right after he was assigned to share a room with Justin. It was late, they had both been drinking, and Sabina was at home for the weekend. Justin suggested they relax with some porn, and before long, Alex and Justin were enjoying a very sizzling scene.

Alex is usually more conservative in his sexuality, but after a few minutes of watching an orgy unfold in front of them, he didn't disagree when Justin suggested they release their sexual frustration by stroking off. Alex hadn't done that in the presence of another guy before, but since he kept his attention on the screen, it really didn't matter. They kept at it for several minutes until Justin asked whether Alex had ever messed around with a guy. If he hadn't been so drunk, he would have walked out at that moment, but instead, Alex found himself consenting to a few trial wanks at the hand of his roommate, followed by his first and only time of getting head from a male.

When Alex sobered up the next morning, he was ashamed by what had happened, but by some mutual understanding, neither he nor Justin spoke of it again, and he had pretty much succeeded in putting it out of his memory.

Until now.

"How did you get these pictures, Blunt?" he demanded.

"Oh, did I neglect to tell you that we assigned an agent to be your roommate? Just for your own protection, you know?"

Alex shook with rage as Blunt's statement sunk in. "Are you saying Justin works for you? I've had a fucking spy as my roommate all this time?"

"You have to admit, though, I give pretty good head." You spin around to locate the source of the voice and see your roommate standing just inside the door.

"Ah, Justin... Right on time," said Blunt. "Come in and sit down while I brief both of you on your mission."

"What do you mean 'our' mission?" asked Alex.

"Good news, Alex," said Blunt. "You won't have to go into this mission alone. Your good friend and roommate, Justin, will be accompanying you."