Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2005 15:33:07 EDT
From: Tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Confined to Quarters

			   CONFINED TO QUARTERS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Cadet Mark Phillips and I stood at rigid attention in Colonel Burke's
office, side by side, while he thundered at us. "By God, I want the truth
and I will have the truth out of you if I have to keep you here all day!"
he blasted right into our faces, the first half into mine and the second
into Phillips'.

"You!" he jerked his face back and rammed it into mine, so close that if I
had moved the slightest bit, I would have bumped noses with him. "Did you
give Cadet Phillips the answers to the test?"

"No, sir!" I shouted back at him. That's how you do things in military
academy, everything has to be done at the top of your lungs.

"Did he give you the answers?" he bellowed.

"No, sir!" I bellowed right back at him.

"Then explain to me why you two got identical answers on the test, and
missed the same questions in the same way, all the way right down the line,
CAH-DET!"

"I don't know, sir!" I said. Actually, I had my suspicions about Phillips,
but that was beside the point.

He turned to Phillips and issued the same questions at him and got the same
answers. Feeling wronged...I didn't know what had happened, but I knew
darned well I hadn't cheated!...I said, "Sir, it must be a coincidence!"

He was back in my face in an instant. "Oh, so you both just thought the
capital of Peru was LA PAZ?" He asked. "Are you so stupid you don't even
know that La Paz is in BOW-LIH-VIH-YAH!"

"No, sir!" I said. This puzzled me, I had meant to mark "Lima" but colored
in the wrong little oval and so marked it wrong that way. So why had
Phillips missed this easy question in the same way?

"Did you also think that the F-80 fighter plane was first utilized during
the Vietnam War too, CAH-DET?"

Now THAT question I had just plain guessed on! "Yes, sir! I guess I was
wrong, sir!" I settled for saying.

"Five hundred questions on eight subjects and you both missed the exact
same questions in the exact same way!" Colonel Burke roared out. "Do you
both think that I'm STOO-PID?"

"Yes, sir!" I belted out. Oops! "Uh, I mean, no, sir, I don't think you're
stu--." I stammered.

"SI-LENCE!"

A small, moist explosion of a stifled chuckle from Phillips drew the heat
from me and Colonel Burke started in on him. The Colonel was actually
getting red in the face, I wondered if he'd one day just drop dead from
apoplexy or something during one of these screamfests.

Some interminable time later, he gave up. "Well, then, if I can't find out
which one of you did it, I'll just have to give you both a new test." he
said. "With totally new questions and you take it in separate
rooms. That'll show which one did the answering and who did the CHEE-TING!
Show up at Room 104 on Monday morning at 7:30 a.m. sharp. And just to be
sure that neither of you pull any funny business while I find out which one
of you to kick out on his ass, you are both confined to quarters this
weekend; you two are not to leave the bunkroom except for meals, DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME?"

"Sir?" I said, appalled. This weekend was the one weekend every six weeks
that cadets got to go home! A three-day weekend, home, my old bed, home
cooking, MOM!

"The cadet who's innocent will get all of next week off, from Monday
afternoon until Sunday at lights out." he said.

"Oh! Yes, sir!" I said, cheering up somewhat. Phillips would get caught and
that would be the end of it. I wondered if Colonel Burke would apologize to
me. Probably not!

"DIS! MISSED!" He turned it into two separate words, two distinct roars of
tone comprehensible only because we expected the word we got.

I turned around and strode out according to military protocol. After we got
into the hall, Phillips burst out laughing. "Damn, Fred, don't you know
better than to even try to answer any question from an officer that has the
word `stupid' in it? You should have kept your mouth shut like I did."

I grinned sheepishly. "I meant only that I agreed we got identical test
scores. How the hell DID that happen?" I asked him, more than a bit
mad. "You sit all the way across the room from me!"

"That's right." He said and grinned and I suddenly didn't care that he was
the reason I was being accused of impropriety. Phillips was in many ways
the perfect military officer, tall, broad-shouldered, flat-stomached,
recruiting-poster handsome, his blond hair and blue eyes transparent enough
to cut right through you. When he smiled, his teeth were bright as pearls
and glistened in the same way; you looked into those eyes and you could
deny him nothing he asked of you. He filled out that uniform the way I only
dreamed about, tried to adjust it to look, failed. The uniform wasn't to
credit or blame for that, it was the same off-the-supply-rack dull-gray
monstrosity, but on him it fell into neat, broad lines that exuded
masculinity and begged you to follow it into battle and die in some
glorious, foolhardy way.

Trouble was, that wonderful body was attached to a guy who thought the
world was nothing but a toy to be played with, or a game you won by
outwitting everyone else; a bundle of trouble packaged up in a way that,
like Pandora, you had to open it up even though you knew better all the
time you were doing it. How he'd roped me into this I didn't know.

"So how'd we end up with the same test scores?" I suddenly burned to know.

He gave a look that said that, if he'd been smoking a cigarette right then,
he'd take a puff and let it blow out languidly to show superior
disdain. "Coincidence, my comrade in arms. If a billion monkeys sat and
pounded away at a billion typewriters, one of them would create the works
of Shakespeare. Doesn't change the fact that the rest of them would just be
wasting good paper. These things just happen some times. There were only
seven wrong answers on both our test sheets after all, it's not that big a
coincidence."

"Only a gazillion to one." I said. "Instead of five gazillion."

"Still, it happens. And look at the silver lining." he said. "They'll
figure this out some time Monday, and we'll both get a week's vacation from
this stinkhole. So chin up and think about those six days of sheer
freedom."

"Meanwhile, we're stuck in the bunkroom for the next two days." I
said. "This place will be deserted over the weekend, we'll end up digging
out sandwiches for ourselves in the commissary."

"It'll be fun. Besides, we'll have Charm with us."

I'd forgotten about Cadet Charm. He was Indian (the country in Asia, not
the Wild West type) and his name started with "Charm" and went on for about
seven or eight syllables. His family had, for some unknown reason, sent him
over here to attend military school, so the short weekend vacations we got
didn't do him any good. He was pleasant, amiable, good-natured, and polite
to the point where he came across as feeble-minded. He wasn't, it was just
his personality, the eternal sort of happy-happy-joy-joy nature combined
with a less than perfect grasp of English. Combine that with his name and
the nickname was unavoidable.

I smiled. As Phillips had pointed out, this wasn't all bad and I felt sure
a retest would vindicate me. It still left a mystery as to why we had
identical test answers, but as he pointed out, the most unlikely events do
occur sometimes. Other cadets had been put into our position (tests were
always followed by a long weekend off) and been confined as we were. The
cheater showed himself on the retest and was discharged in disgrace.

Still, lying there on my bunk and watching my comrades pack their bags and
leave was pretty hard to take. Buses were lined up outside to take the
cadets to the bus and train stations, and so the exodus was pretty much a
mass stampede and abrupt silence.

I pulled out one of my textbooks and began to study; if I had to take
another test on Monday morning, a review sure wouldn't hurt. The F-80 made
its first appearance in the Korean conflict, I should have realized that.

"Please to pardon me." Cadet Charm said. His brown hand reached down and
took my book away. He was shorter than me, thin-boned, with a strong sharp
nose and deep brown eyes and hair black and shiny. The smaller-sized cadet
uniform he wore fit him well, but in a different way, it made him almost a
miniature figure to put on a mantelpiece and admire; you couldn't quite
believe that a nineteen-year-old man was actually that size.

"Hey!" I said as my textbook was respectfully closed up by him and placed
under one arm. "That's mine!"

"Colonel's orders." he chided me gently. "All textbooks are to be
appropriated and held until after the second test. You are not to be
allowed further study time before your second test; it is not fair to the
other students." Charm KNEW all the words and meanings in English just
fine, just not how us regular speakers made use of them, it turned his
speech sort of exotic and sort of precise at the same time.

"Oh, okay, then." I said. "The rest of them are in my footlocker."

"I never would have guessed." Phillips snorted. He was lying on the bunk
next to me, not his own at all. The footlocker was our only place to keep
personal items, it rested at the foot of the bed and nothing was to EVER be
placed on top of it or on top of the nightstand beside the bed. Made the
bunkroom of some twenty beds (they weren't double-deckers, at least) look
downright utilitarian.

"What do you suggest we do with ourselves for the rest of the weekend
then." I said. Then turning to Charm. Charm would be our monitor while we
were in confinement, that hadn't been declared but was obvious; we all
participated in enforcing the Colonel's orders in things like this. "Are we
allowed to go to the social hall?" That was a room just across the hall and
down a ways, it held a pool table, pingpong tables, television and such
minor diversions. The bathroom adjoined this room, and treated as a part of
it.

He shook his head dolefully. "You are to remain confined to this room. You
are allowed to play card games if you possess cards, or talk or sleep. I am
to escort you to the commissary at the designated hours for eating,
morning, noon and evening."

He gathered up my books and added them to a pile of Phillips' books he's
already gathered. "I will take these to the Colonel now."

He left and I turned onto my back, tucked my hands under my head and looked
up at the ceiling.

"Now what are we going to do?" Phillips asked me. "Got a deck of cards?"

"No." I admitted.

"Me, neither. Got any sort of handheld game, you know, Gameboy or such?"

`No." I said. Then, with a sort of superior sound, "I came here to
study. Which I'm not allowed to do."

"That's your trouble, Fred, you don't know how to have fun." He protested.

"And you don't know how to have anything else."

"At least I didn't cheat on the test."

"I didn't either."

"Oh, really?" I asked him. I knew he hadn't cracked a book since the test,
he hadn't had a chance. "In what war were tanks first used, and by whom?" I
asked him one of the tougher questions on the test.

"First World War, the British had a version of the tank." Phillips said,
quite accurately. "At least they had an armored track-laying vehicle they
shipped over in crates labeled "tanks" for secrecy's sake, and that's where
it got the name."

He was right. "Shit!" I said. "It was coincidence!"

"That's right." He said. "Now prove to me you know how to have fun."

"How?" I asked him.

"That's right, how."

"I don't see you having fun."

"That's because you're not looking over here." he said.

So I did. "Good God!" I stuttered. "Are you crazy?"

While he'd been talking to me, Phillips had taken out his cock and was
playing with it. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes! His cock was long,
tall, pale-skinned and curved like a bow, topped with a long, almost thin
head that burned a light pink, and he was stroking it lazily back and forth
while he talked to me, his head turned and looking right at me. "Nope." he
said.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What's it look like?"

"Jeez, cut it out?"

"Why?" He asked me. "Got nothing better to do. Might as well whomp the old
sausage."

"God, you're sick."

"So don't watch. Or join in with me. Or don't you know how to have fun,
Carpenter?"

"I know how to have fun." I objected.

"So do it with me. Nobody's around except for Charm, and he's going to sit
down the hall and watch television. That's what he did the last time I got
confined to quarters." He chuckled. "I did it on your bunk that weekend,
did you know that?"

"Shit!" I said.

"Yeah, I lay there and I whomped my pud until I got close, then I got up
and I shot my wad all over your bedsheets." He informed me. "Must have done
that to a half-dozen different bunks. You all got back that Sunday night
and skinned down and got into bed and you were all laying on my dried
jism. God, that got me so horny I jerked off again and again that night,
thinking about you laying there on my come, you and Martin and Scofield and
Meyers and Catalano and Washington.... Oh, God! God, I'm getting close!" he
huffed. "You getting a good look at me pumping my dick over there? Can you
see me?"

"I can see you." I said, but my lungs had no energy, it came out like an
intimate whisper. "I see you just fine."

"Take yours out." he gasped. "Let me see your cock. I see it puffing out
your trousers, it looks nice and hard. Bet it could use a good flogging
right now."

I reached down slowly for my fly and his eyes followed my hand down
hungrily. I caught the zipper and then paused. What was I doing?

"Come on." he urged me. "Take it out. Take it out for me. Let me see it."

"I don't know." I temporized.

He made a sound of almost disgust and scooted over and got up, standing
next to me. "Come on, Fred, show me that hard cock. I'm showing you mine,
aren't I?" he waggled his cock at me for emphasis.

It was so close to my hand, so close. All I had to do was reach up and
touch it.

I don't remember raising my hand, but the next thing I knew I had reached
up and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hotter than I expected, felt
like a rifle muzzle at the height of a hot afternoon's drill, when you have
to "Order Arms" and the hot steel sizzles your hand as you slip it from
your shoulder to place the rifle butt on the ground, holding it only by
that rod of burning steel, in the same way Phillips' cock burned my fingers
and in the same way I didn't let go.

I pushed the foreskin back as far as it would go and then pulled it forward
and Phillips gave out a long, low moan. "Ooooh!" He groaned. "So that's
your game is it? This is what gets you hot, huh? Ooh, yeahhhh!" he moaned
because I had done it again, pressing his foreskin back so far that
cockhead dimpled under the pressure, then pulled it back up and that red
knob vanished in the thick folds of velvety flesh.

His hand reached down and snatched the zipper pull-tab from my hand and he
yanked it down hard. His knee went up on my bunk and both hands fished into
my fly and were tugging at my briefs, struggling to free my dong from its
tight confinement. My left arm, which he had nearly knelt on save that I
had lifted it up hastily as his knee came down, went up above my head,
feeling useless and awkward there, but when I felt his hand fasten onto my
dong and struggle with the elastic tying it in place, I let my left hand do
what it wanted to do, which was reach down and cup one of his asscheeks
while my right continued to pump his cock. God, he was hot! Precome poured
out of his cock onto the back of my hand, a thick, heavy snail-slime-like
trail that crept down my hand as I pounded his prick, that hot prick, that
luscious, savory dong that smelt so damned wonderful, deep, rich...animal.

He had my cock in his hand now and he was beating it hard and fast, while
his mouth made a round "O" of ecstasy, his eyes closed tight. And his cock
steamed, beckoned to me.

Lost in his pleasure, I was scooting around and my lips touched his
cockhead before he realized what I was up to. "Oh, jeez, Fred!" He heaved
and his cock met my touching tongue with a gush of crystal clear, salty,
pungent pre-jizz that rushed out onto my tongue and paved the way for his
cock as I pushed it into my mouth, tasting him as I went, all salty, hot,
meaty dong redolent with musky need and dark-flavored fullness.

I nursed his prong and he greeted my every move with a moan of lust, loud,
full-throated groans that echoed around the large, empty room, the two of
us locked in our mutual need on only one of the many long, narrow,
thin-mattressed bunks.

He was wrenching my cock with his hand, yanking it so hard it almost hurt
the way he palped and manipulated it so roughly. My own grunts were
composed partially of pain, but they were a pale echo of his own just the
same, he was giving full vent to his hunger, his need.

He gave himself so thoroughly to his passion that I wasn't so surprised
that when I flagged in my labor of loving his dong, the awkward position
straining my body with its unnatural contortion, that he moved to rectify
this without my asking, moving so that I could stretch back out on my bunk,
him moving his legs so that he could straddle me flat on my back, and his
position puzzled me at first since his back was to my face, and that
puzzlement was answered when he finished shifting his body and now on all
fours, I felt his lips grasp my dong.

As he clutched my prod with his lips, his hips shoved his own prick all the
way down my throat, that huge, long, slender arc of male flesh flew on its
arrow-flight of joy all the way into me, so that his balls slapped on my
nose and his pubic hair tickled my chin, and when he buried his pud inside
of me, he groaned and his own lips swathed and slavered over my cock, and
his lips followed that path of moisture down, until he had all eight inches
of my prick firmly inside of his mouth, and he pushed his cock down roughly
into me while he crammed the last bit of my thicker prick into him, and
once he did that, he held still, as if we were suddenly frozen in our
moment of lust.

Filled to the very brim with his cock, my own buried totally within him,
there was pleasure in this act of taking and being taken utterly, I groaned
and I felt my throat vibrate around his prick, and he groaned from that and
his muscled throat fluttered around my cock, pulsating and rippling my dong
with his echo of pleasure.

I moaned my appreciation and how much and how far this would have sufficed
to drive us to our mutual peaks, for his own cock was a white-hot shaft
within me and my own agitated prong was throbbing in concert to his pulses
of ecstasy.

"May I ask what you think you are doing?" Charm demanded from us, and his
accent turned even that into something less serious. It wasn't his fault,
but it's hard to take serious a tone of voice that is so fluid with the
sounds, almost like it was being filtered through water into golden round
notes that slipped from his burnished lips.

With Phillips' cock still buried in me deeply, I couldn't answer and
couldn't even move with his legs planted on either side of me, but I felt
my cock relinquished by Phillips' warm lips and then he said, "What does it
look like? We're sucking each other's cocks."

"This behavior is most inappropriate and contrary to the rules of this
school." Charm said.

"Nobody has to find out unless you tell them." Phillips pointed out. "Tell
you what, you keep quiet and I'll have Fred here give you a blow-job when
he's done with me."

I almost choked, and it wasn't his cock. What the hell was this, had I
become his personal property or something?

"Better yet, you pull that sucker out and he can suck you while I fuck his
ass." Phillips continued.

I groaned, thrashed and managed to pull that huge long sword of manhood out
of my body. "Who the hell said you were going to fuck me?" I said.

"You want Charm to turn us both in?" He asked me. "He's got us both dead to
rights, you know."

"That is for certain." Charm said and I knew then that he wouldn't turn us
in...if I sucked him off.

"Now, look, I'm willing to suck on Charm if that's what it takes to keep us
out of trouble." I said. "But there's no way I'm letting you fuck my ass."

"If you don't, I'll report you myself." Phillips said. "I'll just march
down and tell the Colonel that you made a pass at me. Charm was a witness,
weren't you?"

"God damn it!" I said. "I am not a hands-around whore here!"

"Sure you are." Phillips said. "Who reached out and grabbed my prick when
it got in range. Who was the first one to start with the sucking here,
huh?"

"That's not the same thing." I said. I couldn't call him a liar for that,
he was right. "I was willing to do that."

"You'll be willing for the rest of it, when I get it into you." Phillips
said. "Come on, Charm, get over here and I'll help him work your dong for a
while."

Phillips got up and turned around and lay back down on me and I felt his
cock, hard and sticky wet, on top of mine. Charm had his cock, its tip a
surprisingly bright pink color, and he was shoving it towards me and
Phillips caught it and guided it to my lips.

Shit, what had I gotten myself into? A weekend of being the love slave of
two horny teenaged cadets?

When Charm pushed forward, Phillips' hand guided it so that instead of
entering me, it glided over my lips and then he was pressing his own on top
of it, and so Charm's cock was sandwiched between our lips and...and
Phillips was kissing me around that hard dong! He hunched his hips and that
hard, spit-sticky dong of his slipped over mine and it was almost as good
as fucking. Phillips began to run his lips back and forth over Charm's
almost-sweet-tasting prick and I imitated him, to keep our lips together
and Charm let loose a stream of fluid syllables in what I suppose was
Hindi, and it was almost like a prayer the way it sounded though I suspect
it was actually something raunchy and even derogatory, something like,
"suck my cock, you white dogs?" or such. The thought of that, being
degraded in another language, turned me on, and I humped back up at
Phillips.

Suddenly, the thought of being fucked by him didn't sound so bad at all!

As usual, he caught the acquiescence in my movements, and chuckled, lifted
up and I was left to nurse on Charm's prick, and Charm quickly crammed it
in my mouth--no doubt about it, I was a public hole he was fucking, nothing
gentle about him despite his surface demeanor at other times. Again those
syllables, and I sucked on him while Phillips began to pull my shoes and
socks off, then my pants and briefs, leaving me naked below the waist.

"Come on, Charm, really give him that cock of yours, make him choke on it!"
Phillips grunted as he removed his own uniform. "Really shove that dong of
yours right into him, give it to him hard, real hard, oh yeah! God, I'm
ready to bust wide open, but I'm going to take my time, really drench you
in come when I do let loose. Jeez, my balls are bubbling, they're so damned
ready; I hope I don't pop my cookies the minute I get it in you!"

He spun me around and now my head was hanging off the bed, and Charm used
that position to grab my head and shove his cock into me that way, fucking
my face upside down. That supposed politeness was nowhere to be seen in his
lovemaking, he fucked my face, I was a slab of meat he was using to get
off.

Then Phillips' cock hit my anus as he spread my legs apart by yanking them
wide with his hands at my ankles, and I had a brief instant of panic. God,
would he rip me open?

But he was gentle enough, and must have put some lubrication on his cock
that I hadn't observed, for his dong was well-slicked and went into me
without a great deal of trouble. Oh, it hurt like hell at first, but his
keen senses seemed to pick up nuances quickly, he always would stop and let
me adjust before he pressed on.

This let Charm catch totally up with us, for by the time that Phillips got
the rest of his cock into my ass, Charm was already groaning and hunching
my mouth so hard that it hurt worse than my ass did.

Charm burst loose with a loud near-howl of pleasure and his sperm shot into
me. He thrashed so much that his cock slipped out of my mouth and he was
still shooting it and it landed on my lips and chin, splashed on my cheeks
and then he got it back inside and shot the last few wads into my
mouth. When he lifted it away, his come was a long, sticky rope of jizz
that clung to his cockhead and then dripped away to smear me from lips to
my hair with a long strand of his spunk.

"That's the way." Phillips said. "God, look at all that jizz on his mouth,
it looks so damned hot!" Then he leaned over and began to kiss at my face,
kissing away all of Charm's come wherever it had hit me and his hips moved
within me as he did so.

I'm not sure what happened to Charm because my world was wrapped up in
Phillips, in Mark, my gentle, lusty lover. As hard as his cock was, as much
as he shuddered from his need to release that long-pent-up load, he took
his time and he fucked me proper and it wasn't until I reached my own
shuddering climax that he let himself go, feeling my pleasure-wracked body
as leave to join in, and as I sprayed his stomach with my come, he squirted
his inside of me, a load fully as heavy and thick as he had promised, it
felt like a gallon of it inside of me as he came, and came and came, so
that his prick still pumping in and out of me made a squishy sort of gooey
noise like the sound a bicycle pump makes when you're pumping up a tire,
not loud, just kind of...sexual.

When he was done at last, thoroughly worn out and soaked clear through,
both of us, with his sweat, he rested his head on my chest and I kissed his
hair all soaking wet and salty.

For a good long while, we lay like that and neither of us said a word, his
cock still inside of me, still semi-hard, and I wondered for a time if he
would start in on me again, but he seemed to take strength after a time and
he rose up, just onto his elbows and looked down on me.

"I was wrong." he said. "You do know how to have fun."

"Thanks." I said. A question occurred to me. "How did you get the same
answers on the test as I did? You were all the way across the room, and we
were being watched by three proctors."

He grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yeah, I would." I said.

"Make you a deal. We're bound to both get the week off on Monday. I was
able to pass that test, I just wanted to get you alone and see if those
looks you were giving me were for real or not."

"Is that why you did it?"

"That, and to see if I could." he agreed.

"So tell me how you did it."

"Make you a deal." he repeated. "You come with me for that week, up to my
parent's mountain cabin, instead of going home. We'll be alone up there,
just the two of us, in a fully stocked cabin. At the end of that week, I'll
tell you how I did it."

"Deal." I agreed.

So after a gruff apology from Colonel Burke, Mark and I had a hell of a
great week up at the cabin, and it was the start of a long and wonderful
relationship.

Oh! How did he do it, from across the room and with three proctors
watching? Easy enough...if the proctors are the ones who are looking at my
answers and passing them on to him. He said his biggest problem was
convincing himself that, as smart as I was, I had actually put down La Paz
as the capital of Peru!

				  THE END

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