Housemates

Alex was lying on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He was thinking about what happened between him and Brayden two days ago. He had jerked off with his sister's boyfriend. But not just that; he had put Brayden's cock in his mouth and swallowed his cum. Alex covered his face with his hands. He couldn't believe what had happened. What does this mean for him and Brayden? For his sister? Brayden seemed to had enjoyed it. Well until they both realised what had happened. Does this mean that Brayden was secretly gay or was he just curious? Alex flashed back to when his sister was there earlier that evening. At one point he was saying 'bye' to Jessica and then four hours later, he was swallowing her boyfriend's cum.

Alex sat up on the bed. He wanted to talk to Brayden the next day but he was already gone when Alex woke up. Alex waited until the evening but Brayden was in a rush, saying that he just came to change and was going out with some coworkers. Brayden couldn't even look him in the eye. Alex felt like he really messed things up. Running his hand through his curls, he got up and grabbed his things for a shower. Some time later, Alex made his way downstairs and saw Brayden in the kitchen. He was sitting on one of the stools by the island; his back to Alex. Alex walked around to the other side of the counter. Brayden was watching something on his phone and his earphones were in his ears. When he saw Alex's shadow, he paused the video and took out his earphones.

"Hey Alex," he said. "I'll get out of your way. I have somewhere to be anyway." Brayden stood to leave.

"Brayden. We need to talk." Alex wasn't going to let him get away this time.

"About what?"

"You know about what. About Friday night."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Yes, there is."

Brayden sighed. "Look. I was high and some things happened that shouldn't have happened."

"It shouldn't have happened but it did." Alex tried to meet Brayden's eyes but Brayden wouldn't look at him.

"I'm not gay." Brayden ran his hands through his hair.

"I never said you were. But I sucked your cock and swallowed your cum and you didn't stop me."

Brayden looked at Alex now. "Like I said, I was high. I didn't know what I was doing. I'm straight. I'm with your sister."

"You may not be entirely straight. You might be bi or pan or..."

"Alexander!" Brayden slammed his fists onto the counter-top. But Alex didn't jump nor flinch. That was the first time he had ever heard Brayden call him by his full name.

"I am not gay. I am not like you," Brayden continued through gritted teeth. "I am not a fa..." Brayden looked away when he realised what he was about to say.

Alex stepped back from the island. "Were you about to say what I think you were about to say."

"Alex, no. I..."

"Yeah, you were." Alex chuckled in disbelief. "You were about to call me a faggot."

Alex walked around the island to leave but Brayden grabbed his wrist.

"Alex wait."

"Brayden let go of me."

"Alex, please. I didn't mean to..."

"Brayden. Let. Go." Alex was having a hard time keeping his anger at bay.

"Alex, just lis..." Brayden stumbled back from the punch that Alex landed to his face. He placed his hand to his mouth and saw blood when he looked at his fingers.

"What the hell!" Brayden looked at Alex and saw that he was in an orthodox stance. With Alex's fighting stance and the look in his eyes, Brayden decided not to say anything more.

They stood in silence for a couple minutes before Alex walked backwards until his back hit the front door. He felt for the handle behind him and exited. Brayden didn't follow. Alex pulled out his phone and called Logan.

"Hey best friend, what's up?" Alex could tell that Logan already had his morning coffee.

"Are you busy at the moment?" Alex asked.

"No. Why?"

"Can you pick me up please? I need to talk to you." Alex tried his best to stay calm.

"Sure. Is everything o.k.?"

"No, not really."

"Alex, you sound as though you are about to cry. Do I have to bring my pocket knife."

Alex chuckled. "No you don't. Meet me at the end of the street. The west entrance."

"Okay. I'll be there shortly."

---

Brayden had taken a day in the week off and decided to sleep in. He was now in the shower trying to block out memories he wished he never had. He hadn't had those memories in a long time but the incident with Alex last Friday had triggered them. It was memories of when he was fourteen. His father was shouting and calling him names when he found bi-sex porn on Brayden's laptop. Brayden also remembered at fifteen when his father hit him with a bible when he told his parents that he might not be only interested in girls. Then he thought back to last Sunday. Brayden didn't mean to explode on Alex. But that conversation was a road he really didn't want to go down.

Alex. He had came back later that night with Logan. Brayden wanted to talk to him but the look Logan gave him told him to 'back off'. Logan was undoubtedly smaller than Brayden, but that night Logan seemed completely menacing. And Brayden could've sworn he saw a pocket knife in Logan's hand but the blade wasn't out. Alex came for some clothes and other things and left with his duffel without saying anything. When Jessica called the next day, she didn't mention it, which meant that Alex hadn't told her. Brayden didn't say anything either.

His mind then shifted to the Friday night it all happened. Jerking off with Alex. Looking into his eyes as he came. Watching as Alex lowered his head onto his cock and not stopping him. He didn't want to stop him. And the moment when Alex swallowed all of him. It shouldn't have happened but Brayden enjoyed it. That night played in his head over and over as he subconsciously masturbated. Soon he was spewing cum all over his shower wall.

"Damn it," he said as he rested his forehead against the wall.

Not far away, Alex was having an easier time not thinking about Brayden. He was currently in his tutorial class for Probability and Statistics. Professor Brooks was also heading this class. This meant that Alex would see Brooks for multiple times in a week which he strangely didn't mind. The professor had given them back their first assignment and Alex had did just as well as he had expected. They had went through the paper and was given a new one to complete.

"So don't forget the deadline," Professor Brooks said as he put his things together. "I want to see twelve assignments on my desk by four in the afternoon on Monday. Enjoy the rest of your day."

Alex was on his way out when the professor stopped him. "Mr. Taylor, can you stay back for a moment?"

Alex placed his bag on a table and walked over to Brooks's desk. " Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, no. I just wanted to chat and commend you on your work. Out of the hundreds in the main class, you are a part of the very few students that got all on the first assignment correct."

Alex tried not to feel self-conscious. "It's no big deal; I'm just trying to do my best."

"Don't be so modest. You take part in the tutorials and you're quite engaging in the lectures. I've talked to your other lecturers and you're the same in those classes also."

"Hmm, you're checking up on me. I don't know if to be flattered or worried."

"Well the faculty members tend to talk about how the beginning of the semester is going for them and some student names came up. Yours being one of them."

"Well it's only been two weeks so things might change."

Professor Brooks sat in his chair and this made Alex wonder if this conversation was going to be long. Not that he was in a rush to go anywhere. His next class wasn't for another hour or so.

"I don't think they will. I have keen eyes and I can tell the special students from early. You are definitely special." Brooks looked Alex up and down and Alex didn't miss it. He took a chance and sat on the edge of Brooks's desk.

"How long have you been teaching here?" Alex asked.

"About five years."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"It has it's ups and downs but overall, it's a great job." Alex nodded in acknowledgement. "What about you? Are you enjoying university so far?"

"So far so good." Alex extended his arms behind himself and leaned back. He saw when the professor scanned him again.

"If I remember correctly from our first tutorial, you're a Pre-Business major. Will you be pursuing Accounting or Business Administration?" Brooks's asked as he loosened his tie.

"Business Admin with a concentration in Marketing."

"Marketing. Why that one?"

Alex shrugged. "The science behind persuading persons to buy what you're offering and to keep them buying always interested me."

"I bet." Brooks didn't try too hard this time to hide that he was checking out Alex. "Are you making any friends or are there any girls that you're interested in?"

"My best friend also goes here and I'm not interested in girls." Alex looked directly at Brooks when he said this.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to assume."

Alex waved him off. "Most people do."

"Well no judgement here." Brooks raised his hands as though he was surrendering.

"Are you a part of the community?"

"No."

Alex straightened up. "But..."

"I don't know why I'm telling you this. But to be honest, I've been there before."

"Let me guess. You experimented in college."

Professor Brooks chuckled. "Cliched but yes."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It served its purpose."

"Do you miss it?"

"I have since moved on." Alex noted that he didn't actually answer the question.

"Well," Alex hopped off the table. "You never know what the future might bring."

"That is true," Brooks said rising from his chair.

Alex walked over to his bag and picked it up. "Thanks for the talk," he said before leaving. As he left he knew that Professor Brooks was watching him as he walked out.

---

It was Monday and Alex was walking to the faculty building where Professor Brooks's office was to drop of his assignment. His 'not thinking about Brayden' was going well until his sister called over the weekend. He hadn't told her that he was currently staying with Logan and she had reached out when she realised he was gone during her visit to Brayden. Alex didn't tell her the real reason for the abrupt move. He told her that Logan had invited him over for a few days and he had decided to stay a little longer. Jessica had found it weird that neither Alex nor Brayden had mentioned it but Alex assured her that it was no big deal.

Brooks's office was on the second floor of the building, at the end of one of the corridors. His name was on the door: 'Professor Christopher Brooks'. Alex knocked and waited.

"Come in," a familiar voice said.

Alex entered and saw Brooks sitting at his L-shaped desk, facing the door. The desk was to the left wall with Brooks's different diplomas hanging behind him. There was also a picture with the professor standing in front of the Eiffel Tower. He was flanked by a woman and a young girl. Alex assumed that it was his wife and daughter that he had mentioned before in class. On the same wall was a window and a grey couch adjacent to it. On the wall next to the couch was a marker board and on the wall to Alex's right was a bookshelf filled with books and there was also a filing cabinet. In front of the professor's desk were two chairs.

"Hi. I just came to drop off the assignment." Alex lifted it in the air.

Professor Brooks looked at his watch. "It's 3:27 pm Mr. Taylor. I thought you would've handed it in the same day I gave it out."

"Well I did finish it that same evening but I didn't want to seem like an over achiever."

"Of course. So I assume that it was easy?"

"There you go assuming again. But yes, it was."

"I should probably make the next one a bit more difficult." Brooks leaned back in his chair.

"It wouldn't make a difference." Alex adjusted the bag strap on his shoulder.

"Wow. So you aren't as modest as I thought you were."

"Another assumption."

Brooks smiled. "I should really stop doing that."

"You really should." Alex extended out his hand. "Here you go."

Brooks took the paper from him and added it to a pile on his desk. it looked as though four or five papers were already there. There was a knock at the door and the professor told the person to come in. It was a student from the same tutorial that came to turn in the assignment.

"I better get going then," Alex said after the student left.

"Mr. Taylor wait," Brooks said when Alex turned to leave.

"Uh, last Thursday when we spoke. You said 'you never know what the future might bring'. What exactly did you mean by that?"

Alex placed his bag in one of the chairs in front of the desk. With a smile he said, "What did you think I meant?"

Professor Brooks hesitantly stood and Alex's smile became bigger when he saw the bulge in the professor's pants.

"Take it out," he said.

Brooks unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Alex walked around the desk and grabbed it. It was only seven inches but Alex's hand couldn't completely wrap around it.

"Are you sure you want this?" Alex asked as he jerked the cock. Brooks nodded.

"What would your wife think?" Alex gestured to Brooks's wedding ring.

"This isn't about her."

"I guess not."

Alex got on his knees and took about half of Brooks's cock in his mouth. He jerked the cock as he bobbed his head; the professor's soft moans encouraging him. Alex then placed his hands on the professor's thighs to brace himself as he took in more of the cock. He was almost to the base when he gagged and pulled back; a long string of saliva connecting his lips to the head. He looked up and Brooks was smiling that him.

"You're really good at that," he said.

"Thanks," Alex responded as he jerked Brooks's cock some more. He circled the head with his tongue a couple times before taking the length back into his mouth. Brooks placed his hands in Alex's hair, now bucking his hips forward. Alex bobbed his head in time with the professor's thrusts, then stopped to allow Brooks to completely fuck his mouth. Someone then knocked at the door. The professors eyes widened. He quickly pulled his cock from Alex's mouth and began to put it back in his pants but Alex stopped him.

Alex crawled under the desk and motioned for Brooks to sit. Alex was pulling the seat forward when the person knocked again.

"Come in," the professor said.

"Hello Professor." It was a female 3rd year student. "Just came to hand in the paper."

Brooks took the assignment from her, trying to act natural as Alex worked his cock underneath the desk.

"I have some questions though," the student said.

"Really?" Brooks said a bit too high pitched. He quickly cleared his throat to cover. Alex had blown on his head the same time that he had responded.

The student made a weird face but continued talking. "Yeah, it's about the third section. I was thinki- "

"I'm sorry to cut you short, but if this is going to take some time, it would probably be beast to send me an email to schedule a meeting during office hours." Alex wasn't making it easy for Professor Brooks to sound normal.

"Uh, yeah sure. Are you o.k. Brooks?"

Brooks ran his hands along the edge of the table. "Yes. I'm great actually."

"Okay. Have a great evening." When the student turned to leave, she saw Alex's bag in the chair he left it in. "Look, someone left their backpack."

Alex was running his tongue along Brooks's shaft when he immediately stopped.

"Oh yeah," Brooks began. "I'm having a meeting with a student; they went to the bathroom not too long before you came."

"Oh okay. Well then, I'm off."

"Bye."

As soon as the student closed the door behind them, Brooks pulled back his seat.

"That was close," he said.

"It was. But that made it even more fun."

"Stand up." When Alex stood, Brooks went over to his door and locked it. "No one enters without permission; but just in case."

Brooks went back over to his desk and sat in his chair. "Turn around," He told Alex.

After Alex turned to face the desk, Brooks reached around him and unbuckled and undid his jeans. He ran his hand up Alex's back and then bent him over the desk. He then slowly pulled down Alex's jeans, revealing his ass.

"Hmm nice. A jockstrap," Brooks said licking his lips. "My favourite kind of underwear. I love to see men in these." Alex was wearing a red and black Pump jockstrap.

Brooks kneaded Alex's ass before spreading his cheeks. He softly moaned as Alex's anus winked at him. Alex let out his own moan when he felt Brooks's tongue connect with his asshole. Brooks feverishly lapped at Alex's hole and then slowly slicked it thrice. He repeated this a few more times. He then pulled back and spat on Alex's hole before diving back in. This time he darted his tongue in and out of Alex.

"Fuck," Alex moaned. He tried to keep his moans soft but it didn't help when Brooks began to jerk his cock at the same time. Alex pushed his ass back, signaling to Brooks that he was enjoying what was happening. Brooks ate him out a few more minutes before resting back in his chair; his hands still on Alex's behind.

"You wouldn't happen to have lube and condoms with you?" he asked.

"I do actually."

"Mr Taylor. Do you usually walk around with lube and condoms or did you come here with the intentions of getting my dick in your ass?" Brooks asked as Alex reached across the desk to his bag.

"Both," Alex answered as he took the items from the front pocket.

Brooks took them from him. Soon, he was standing behind Alex, pushing his cock at Alex's entrance.

"Oh fuck," they both said when Brooks's head popped in.

Brooks slowly pushed in and then pulled back to the head. He repeated this, pushing in a bit more each time. Most of his cock was in when there was a knock at the door. Alex turned his to look up at the professor. He put his index finger to his lips and continued to thrust in and out of Alex. There was another knock.

"Maybe he isn't here," a male voice said.

"But he said to drop it off by four pm; it's only 3:47." A woman was speaking this time.

Alex covered his mouth with his hand as Brooks picked up a steady pace.

"Maybe he had an emergency," the male voice said. "Let's go. We'll give it in tomorrow."

Brooks ran his hand up Alex's back and through his hair. He then leaned forward and whispered in Alex's ear. "You like my cock in your ass?"

"Mmmhmm." Alex was pushing back against Brooks.

"Your ass is so tight."

Persons knocked at the door two other times; one ending with a paper being slipped under the door. Alex was now completely naked except for his jockstrap. He was on his back with his legs on Professor Brooks's shoulders. Four o'clock had passed and since Brooks's office was the only one down this corridor, they had become less cautious. Brooks was now fucking Alex hard; the look of bliss on Alex's face pushing him on.

As Alex jerked his cock, he felt his orgasm coming and he let Brooks know. A few more tugs and Alex was cumming all over his abs. Brooks pulled out and right after pulling off the condom, he was cumming on Alex's thighs. After, Brooks fell back into his seat.

"Damn," he said.

"I know right." Alex sat up and smiled at Brooks. "That was good, really good."

"It was," Brooks said as he put his now flaccid cock back in his pants. Brooks then looked Alex over. "Wait one minute."

Brooks got up and went to the door. He unlocked it and eased it open, making sure that the coast was clear before exiting. After a couple minutes he came back with some multi-fold tissues and gave them to Alex. Alex quickly cleaned himself up before putting back on his clothes.

"Mr. Taylor?"

"Please, call me Alex."

"Alex, is this going to be a problem for me?"

Alex looked confused at first. "As in if I'm going to blackmail you?"