never blown a guy or gotten fucked!”
“Oh, okay. Yeah, I’d never do any of that shit. But hand jobs between us are alright, though, right?”
“I suppose. How often should we do it?”
“Once in a while. Like I said, I’m not gay. Just remember that.”
A N HOUR later Cory was up in uniform and standing post. His job was to watch for signs of fire and to challenge anyone who attempted to enter. It was boring, and he had nothing to do but think about his cute roommate who professed to not be gay. When it was time for Cory to make a round, which included checking the bathrooms and hallways, he was surprised when he entered one of the two bathrooms and found two of the guys on the shower room floor. They were in the classic sixty-nine position and pumping away so hard they never heard the door open.
At first, Cory didn’t know what to do. He stood there a few moments, mesmerized by the thrusting and bobbing of the men on the floor. Just as Cory was about to clear his throat, one of the men began to climax, and it was all grunts and groans. Cory decided to just turn around and leave, but his boot hit the tiled threshold of the shower with a noise that echoed loudly.
In a panic, the lovers jumped up with their erections bouncing. Cory, of course, recognized both men and stood silently for a moment listening to their stammering and mumbling. He was a little amused that they thought they could say something that would mitigate the situation after what he’d seen.
“I didn’t see anything,” Cory said as he turned away. “Good night, guys.”
One of the men came after Cory and pleaded with him. “Look, if you tell on us, we’ll be expelled! You can’t do that, please! What will it take for you to keep your mouth shut? You want head? You wanna fuck one of us? What? Just name it!”
“I don’t want anything, and I’m not going to tell anyone, but I think you guys should have found a better place than on the floor of one of the showers!”
“Sure, where? Lights are out. We’re not roommates, so the only place is in here or the dayroom, and the dayroom is too public.”
“Okay, whatever, not my problem. I’ve gotta finish my rounds and record them.”
The other guy had joined his partner, and they watched helplessly as Cory left the bathroom. They were certain that Cory would report them, and even if he didn’t, he’d tell someone and the word would spread around about them.
“Do you think we might end up bent over the pommel horse for this?” one asked.
“Fuck if I know. Well, at least you got your nut off, which is something more than I got. Damn!”
Cory’s round included a quick walk through the other bathroom, and then he was finished. He was required to do that twice an hour and record each round in a book. By the time he stood once more at the entrance door, his mind was flooded with images of the two men lying naked on the floor, sucking each other off.
He began to feel warm under the collar and realized he had an erection. Thankfully, there was no one around to see it. At five minutes to one, Cory headed to his room to get his roommate up and out, hoping he could forget what he saw and go to sleep.
“I hate this guard duty shit. Everything quiet, I hope?” Blaine asked.
“Yep, nothing going on around here, as usual. Night.”
T HE next day, the cadets put in a half-day of classes in addition to the usual physical training hour. The rest of the weekend was then theirs. After everyone got back into the barracks, Cory decided to take a walk around campus, so when two men showed up at his room, Blaine answered the door.
“Is Cory here?” Gary, the taller of the two visitors, asked.
“No, he decided to walk around campus for a bit,” Blaine answered. “What’s up?”
“Can we come in and talk to you?”
“Ah, yeah, I guess so,” Blaine said as he moved aside to let them in.
“Can we talk to you in confidence? I mean like you can’t say anything to