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This story will describe the life of Robert David Mathews from his time as a teenager, through prep school, and into military service. If stories involving sex between consenting teenagers, including both straight sex and gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for your reading pleasure.
There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places, dates are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental. Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. I was not a SEAL and have limited knowledge of the force. I am writing this story from imagination and a little research, not from personal experience.
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Washington Academy Chapter 6 Life Brings Changes and Challenges
Robbie was happy when he woke in the embrace of his Big Brother. His ass was sore, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain he felt after being shot. He looked at the handsome face of his friend and thanked God that Drew was his mentor and the first to initiate him into anal sex. When the sounds of reveille filled the room, he watched Drew wake up and gave his new best friend a kiss on the lips.
Andrew Anderson woke up and was immediately worried that Robbie would be upset with him for being fucked. His fears were extinguished by the kiss from his Little Brother.
"You have cock breath!" Drew teased Robbie.
"I got it from sucking the snot out of your dick before you fucked me!" Robbie retorted. "Get your worthless ass out of bed before I flip you over and use you like Allison or Brooke!"
"I've warned you before about that smart mouth of yours!" Drew exclaimed while struggling to wake up and get out of the small bunk he had shared with Robbie for the night. He saw the mischievous smile of his little brother and wasn't ready when he tried to walk towards the door of their room.
Robbie had always been a "morning person" and was full of mischief when he grabbed Drew's boxers and whipped them down. He roared with laughter when he saw Drew stumble and fall to the floor with the boxers tangled around his ankles.
Drew cussed at Robbie and threatened to kick his ass. He always had trouble waking up in the morning and wasn't prepared for any teasing from the lowly plebe.
"Do you really want to kick my ass?" Robbie asked. He jumped up, bent over, and whipped down his boxers to reveal his recently ravaged butt hole. "I'd rather have you fuck my ass instead of kicking it!"
"Jesus, Robbie!" Drew exclaimed. "Your hole is red and swollen! I'm really sorry for hurting you! Let me get some salve from Keith to help you heal."
"I'm sore, but it's a nice kind of sore," Robbie admitted. "I loved seeing the look on your face when you were deep inside me. Let's hit the showers and not tell anyone what we did last night until we do it again tonight!"
"I think I've created a fuck monster!" Drew teased. "Most guys are so sore after the first time that it takes several days or even weeks before they're ready for another poke. You're the cutest guy on campus, and I still can't believe that we banged each other last night. You're the best fuck I've ever had, both giving and receiving. Let's see how you feel after a day of classes and exercises."
Robbie and Drew joined their friends when morning chow began. Tracker and Keith both laughed when they saw Robbie gingerly sit down on the chair with his tray of food.
"It wasn't turned up loud enough!" Keith teased Drew and Robbie.
"What?" Drew asked.
"The boom box wasn't loud enough to drown out Robbie begging you to fuck him!" Tracker teased. "We were gonna ask you guys to go to the movie with us, but we decided not to interrupt when we heard Robbie begging."
"Can it!" Drew exclaimed when he saw other guys coming to the table to join them for breakfast. He didn't want everyone at the academy to know that he and Robbie had shared the ultimate sexual experience between two males.
"Maybe you should skip the morning run," Tracker offered to Robbie when David Benson came to the table.
"Mathews did great yesterday in completing two legs of the run," David said. "He still runs like he's got lead in his ass, and I'm gonna ask Dr. Miller to see if she missed a few pounds during surgery."
"Very funny, asshole!" Drew said to David. "I'm proud of my Little Brother for being able to finish two legs of the four, even if he barely makes it. I hope Robbie can get back to normal so he can practice with the football team soon. We need another wide receiver and we all saw how good he can be when he's healthy."
"I think Robbie's already proved that he's a great wide receiver!" Tracker teased.
David Benson was the only one who didn't get the double meaning of Tracker's comment, and wondered why everyone was laughing so hard. He shook his head and decided to finish his breakfast while the other cadets kept laughing.
It was two days later when Robbie and Drew repeated their anal activities. They both enjoyed it immensely, and cuddled together on Drew's bunk to talk.
"I really enjoyed that," Robbie admitted. "How will we be able to hook up like this when we go back to our regular room assignments?"
Drew had been thinking the same thing and decided to tell Robbie a secret. He had a key to the equipment storage room behind the Martial Arts Training Room, and had hidden a supply of lubricant and towels along the wall. He had been using the storage room when he hooked up with other cadets for gay sex.
Robbie was surprised, but realized that he still had a key to the training room and storage area from the time he was on detention and was forced to clean the equipment. He was surprised that he hadn't found the duffle bag of lubricant and sex toys that Drew described to him.
"What if Mr. Harmon or Mr. Stephens find out?" Robbie asked.
"They aren't stupid," Drew replied. "I was leaving the storage room with Keith after fucking his brains out and Mr. Harmon came into the training room. All he said was, 'I hope you cleaned up your mess'. Keith and I about shit our pants."
Holy Shit!" Robbie exclaimed.
"The faculty here at the academy are pretty much a bunch of intelligent and 'with it' people," Drew said. "They know that teenaged guys have raging hormones and will find a way to bang a girl during one of the mixer dances, or a willing guy when the girls aren't available. They can ignore the obvious as long as nobody has been raped or forced into sex. Mr. Stephens and I are real close, and he admitted to me that the staff has discussed sexual activity among the cadets. 'No harm, no foul!' is the unwritten rule."
"You can't rape the willing!" Robbie teased. "I'm ready for another poke in the dirt chute if you can get that little thing hard again!"
"I like rooming with a cock whore!" Drew said. He used the cum that had flowed out of Robbie's recently fucked hole to coat his throbbing cock and slid it inside his Little Brother. He was pleased that Robbie could be on his back with his legs in the air without experiencing a lot of pain. He slammed his cock to the hilt inside Robbie's tight hole and fucked with abandon. Robert Mathews was the best sex partner of his entire life!
Within a week, Robbie was able to complete the entire morning run. He was the last to finish, but was greeted by a large group of cheering cadets along with Guy Stephens.
"Congratulations, Plebe!" Guy said while hugging Robbie. "I'm really proud of you!"
"Thanks, Mr. Stephens," Robbie said painfully. He was sore and exhausted, but he had a deep feeling of accomplishment for completing the long run for the first time since he'd been shot.
"Anderson and Chambers tell me that you're a decent receiver and defensive back," Guy said after hugging Robbie. "Dr. Miller might let you attend football practices on a limited basis if you're interested."
"I'd really like that," Robbie admitted. "When I was in the hospital, I didn't think that I'd ever be able to come back to the academy, let alone play sports again. I'm trying not to cry right now, but this is really getting to me!"
"You have every right to be emotional," Guy said to Robbie. "Everyone on this campus has been watching how hard you've worked to recover from that gunshot wound. I'm headed for the staff meeting, and everyone will be thrilled to hear about what you accomplished today. Why don't you and your Big Brother celebrate and ditch your classes and head for the lake for a few hours of relaxation and celebration. I'll give you passes and the use of a golf cart until evening chow. Go have some fun!"
Drew had been listening to his football coach giving Robbie the recognition for his accomplishment, and he was proud of Robbie. He accepted the written passes from Guy Stephens and told Robbie that he'd get some food from the Mess Hall for their lunch. He left Robbie to accept the congratulations of the other cadets and took the keys from Guy Stephens for the golf cart and gate that led down to the lake.
Robbie and Drew sat on the dock and looked out at the boats traveling around the lake. It was a special time for the two teens to share after all of the turmoil in the past month.
"I really like being down here with you," Robbie admitted to Drew. "It wasn't far from here where we were kissing for the first time and then dodging bullets. This place will always be special for me."
"I never told you how terrified I was that I'd lose you when you were shot," Drew admitted. "I completely lost control, and Guy knocked me out cold when I fought to be near you. That was the worst day of my life!"
"We can't live in the past," Robbie replied. "My uncle lives by that saying. Uncle Dave has never told me what he did when he was a SEAL, but I could see the pain in his eyes when he told me that 'men have to do, what men have to do'."
The two teens sat in silence while they watched the boats on the lake and thought about the difficult times they'd shared. Words weren't necessary to express their deep friendship and love for each other.
After lunch at the picnic grounds, Robbie was feeling horny. He grabbed Drew's hand and led his Big Brother over to the tree where they had shared their first French kiss. He kissed Drew passionately and wanted to be fucked.
"We don't have any lube," Drew said.
"Use spit and stick it to me!" Robbie replied while pulling off his shorts and boxers to reveal his butt cheeks to Drew.
Andrew Anderson loved Robbie Mathews and followed his emotions in coupling with his Little Brother. He slid his thick cock inside Robbie's gripping ass and savored the sensations of coupling with his handsome, young friend. Their intimacy was a mixture of lust and love while they took turns fucking each other.
"I heard that plebes are being moved from other dorms into mine," Robbie said after being fucked for the second time by his Big Brother. "I love rooming with you, but it isn't fair to Mason and Benson to give up their room for us. I gotta be honest in admitting that I miss Tracker and the other plebes."
"I agree with you," Drew said. "Dave and Tyler were great for giving up their two-man room, but I miss being with Keith and my other roomies too. Let's enjoy the privacy until Saturday. Right after lunch, some plebes will be transferred into your old dorm to balance things out after Hell Week. I'm gonna miss our privacy, but we still have the storage room when we both get horny."
"Can I take Tracker there?" Robbie asked.
"He's already been there on the end of Keith's dick and mine!" Drew laughed. "Your Indian buddy's a real cum slut, just like you are! I really like chewing on his long foreskin and he cums like a fountain when he gets boned! If you see a sweatband on the doorknob to the storage room, you'll know that the room is temporarily being used. Don't forget to hang the sweatband back on the hook when you leave."
"Tracker's a real mystery to me," Robbie admitted. "He knew when we were in danger down at the swamp and even knew when Cataline was climbing up in the tree. How can a guy know that?"
"Everyone on campus asks the same questions," Drew admitted. "He seems to have some supernatural powers when it comes to the woods and danger. We think that he's gifted with special powers to protect the people he cares about. A lot of the upperclassmen are afraid of him. They think he might put some kind of curse on them with his Native American powers."
"Tracker thinks that the cadets don't like him because of his heritage," Robbie offered. "There've only been a few Native Americans who graduated from the academy, and he's very insecure."
"We've discussed him in the dorm meetings," Drew admitted. "There were some guys who didn't like him at first because he was so quiet, but everyone thinks he's a great guy now that they've got to know him. He's a natural at quarterback. We gave him a nickname of 'Spear Chucker' because of the way he throws passes, and he said he loves the nickname. Brent Williams is the second string quarterback, but Tracker's better than he is. If I get hurt, I bet that Stephens will put Tracker into the game instead of Williams. He's that good!"
"I hope you never get hurt," Robbie admitted. "I don't think I could take it if anything happened to you."
"Shit happens!" Drew said to Robbie. "We don't know that the future holds."
Everyone at the academy noticed Robbie's progress. When Saturday arrived, Robbie gave Drew a kiss on the lips before he hauled his duffle bag up to the third floor. He walked into his old dorm room and heard a heated exchange.
"That's Robbie's bunk!" Tracker said to the plebe. "Don't even touch it!"
"Sorry," said the plebe.
"Did someone mention my name?" Robbie asked. He was immediately surrounded by the plebes who had survived Hell Week with him. They were all thrilled that he was coming back to their dorm.
"I'll take a different bunk," the sad voice said.
"The one next to mine's open," Robbie offered. "Tracker snores like a chainsaw and farts like a racehorse, but you'll get used to the noise and smell!"
"You don't know me," the plebe said while offering his hand to Robbie. "But thanks for not kicking me out of here."
"Your name's Carson Winthrop Masterson, III" Robbie replied. "How could I not know the plebe who's the smartest guy in all of my classes, and the best distance runner at the academy?"
"I hate my name," Carson admitted. "Why couldn't I be named John Smith or something normal?"
"I think your name's cool," Robbie admitted.
"Are you sure that it's okay if I take the bunk next to yours?" Carson asked sheepishly.
"I didn't mean to sound like a shithead," Tracker said. "Robbie's my best friend here, and I really missed him when he was gone. When I heard he was coming back up here, I've been protecting his bunk for him."
"It's okay," Carson replied. "Most guys don't want to be around a nerd like me."
Robbie looked at Carson and realized that the guy was being serious. Carson had a large nose, red hair, and was small and thin. He certainly wasn't handsome, but there was something nice about the sad face that reached out to him.
"If you don't like your name, why don't we change it?" Robbie asked. The dejected look on Carson's face changed when he heard what Robbie said. "Let's see. I, II and III can be replaced with single, double and triple. How 'bout we start calling you, Trip?"
Carson Masterson's face lit up with a big smile. He knew that Robert Mathews was the most famous plebe on the campus, both from his martial arts display and the fact that he had been shot while protecting four cadets and Guy Stephens from harm. Just the thought of being accepted by Robert Mathews and the other guys in his new dorm room was exhilarating to him.
"Trip sounds awesome!" Carson admitted. "Maybe you can convince my parents to call me that too!"
"Trip it is from now on!" Tracker said. "Welcome to the Jefferson Dorm!" He shook hands with the thin plebe and regretted being rude to him when the new guy came into the dorm.
"I can't believe that you're back here!" Tracker said while helping Robbie unpack his duffle bag. "I'll go down and get your uniforms."
"I need to keep working my muscles, so I wanna make another trip," Robbie replied. "You and Trip can help me when I get the rest of my stuff out of that room and get back to reality without having my Big Brother bunking with me. I'm gonna miss Drew, but I missed being here with you guys too."
Trip was really thrilled with his new name and the way he was accepted by Robbie, Tracker and the rest of the plebes in his new dorm. He was recruited by the George Washington Academy for his cross-country accomplishments and his musical aptitude in playing the trumpet. He was practicing with the marching band and hoped that he'd be able to perform when the football season began.
"Where's my Little Brother?" Dave Burtram asked when he entered Dorm 2. He was concerned how Carson would be accepted in a new environment, and was ready to kick the asses of anyone giving his Little Brother any crap.
"You need to start calling him, Trip, Mr. Burtram," Tom Holden said to Cadet Second Class David Burtram. "He's got a new bunk and a new name!"
David Burtram was a very protective Big Brother, and knew that Carson had deep feelings of insecurity from the times they had shared together. His worries about his Little Brother being accepted into the Jefferson Dormitory were quickly extinguished by the broad smile on Trip's face. He listened to the explanation of Carson's new name and was thrilled. He knew that Robert Mathews and Tracker Whitestone were popular plebes, and his Little Brother was now comfortable with the change in his dorm assignment.
The dorm was alive with activity, with all of the plebes helping their new roomies get their gear stored. When everyone was settled in, the plebes went outside to enjoy the warm summer afternoon.
Robbie and Tracker joined a group of cadets who were tossing a football around the quad. Robbie was thrilled that he was able to catch a few passes, even though his running speed was still limited. Tracker and Drew took turns throwing passes and were both teasing each other about who could throw the longest or most accurate passes.
After evening chow, Drew and Robbie went outside to talk before going to the evening movie. They were both excited about the change in rooms, but also missed the privacy that they had shared.
Robbie, Tracker and Trip became close friends. They were always together except for the football practices where Robbie and Tracker joined Guy Stephens, the head football coach, and Derrick Harmon, the assistant coach, and the talented football players. Robbie continued to recover from his gunshot wounds, and was soon in the middle of the group of cadets when the morning run was finished.
Trip worked with Robbie and shared some of his secrets of being a successful distance runner. It didn't take long for the efforts to pay dividends. David Benson was the leading rusher on the football team and had always led the morning runs of the cadets from the Jefferson Dorm. He was now surprised when Trip and Robbie passed him to finish the runs ahead of him.
"Did you see that?" Derrick Harmon asked Guy Stephens. He had just watched Robbie run a deep route and easily break away from Tom Kosmanski, the best defensive back on the football team, and catch the pass from Andrew Anderson.
"Jesus, he's good!" Guy admitted. "David Mathews told me that Robbie was good in football and basketball, but his best sport is baseball. Robbie got a late start with the football team because of his injury, but I expect him to be pushing for a starting position real soon. I can't imagine how good he must be at shortstop! David's never lied to me, and if he says Robbie's best sport is baseball, we may have a replacement for Mike Mullens. It's hard to lose a great shortstop like Mike, but we may have a better one! We've always had great football and basketball teams, but our baseball teams have been mediocre. Terry Pahls has been successful in recruiting some talented baseball players, and I hope he can make us competitive."
"Terry proved that he can build a great team when he was at Lansing Christian," Derrick replied. "We got a popular History teacher along with an experienced baseball coach when he came here last year. Anderson is a great pitcher, and maybe Whitestone will be too. It'd be great to see our baseball team finish higher than the middle of our conference for a change."
"Mathews, get the lead out of your ass!" Guy yelled at Robbie. He was a typical high school coach and would push all of his players to perform at the top of their potential. "You hesitated before making your cut! Move your ass or I'll put my wife in and she'll fake you out of your jock!"
Drew laughed at Robbie, and that pissed his Little Brother off. He knew that Stephens always demanded more from his players and would push Robbie to become a talented receiver.
"Anderson, you threw that pass like you were tossing a pillow!" Derrick yelled at Drew. "Put some heat on the next pass or we'll put a bra and dress on you!"
Both Robbie and Drew were pumped! The next play was a hook pattern where Justin Chambers was the primary receiver. Drew took the snap from the center and fired a pass that nearly took Justin off his feet. Justin caught the pass, but wasn't ready for the criticism from the two coaches.
"Your hands have to be positioned with your thumbs together when the pass is above your tits!" Guy yelled at Justin. "Why can't you remember that?"
"Sorry coach," Justin replied.
Robbie was listening, and knew that when the pass was below his chest, his pinkie fingers were supposed to be together to properly catch the pass. He understood that the two talented coaches were teaching everyone the basics of football in their criticism, and demanded perfection.
"That's enough for today, ladies!" Guy yelled after blowing his whistle. "Tomorrow we'll focus on more of the basics, since you seem to have forgotten them since last practice. Hit the showers!"
All of the cadets were tired and sore from the intense practice, but they all realized that Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were pushing them to repeat as State Champions. They grumbled, but agreed that they all wanted to repeat the undefeated season and glory of the previous year.
Robbie made steady progress in the football practices and listened to the advice of Trip in how to improve his running endurance and speed. Tracker and Robbie both worked with Trip and the three plebes became close friends.
The first mixer dance was coming up, and Robbie was excited. He knew that the plebes were expected to greet the local girls at the door and make them feel comfortable at the dance. Local girls loved attending the dances, much to the displeasure of boys from the local high schools who wanted the girls to stay away from the cadets. Parents often brought the girls to the academy for the dances and they could stay and observe the festivities from the balcony in the Washington Administration Building. The cadets were always impeccably dressed in either white or blue dress uniforms, depending on the month of the year, and the parents enjoyed seeing their daughters socializing with young men not dressed in ripped blue jeans and vulgar T-shirts. The visiting parents were offered a tour of the campus along with refreshments from members of the academy staff during the dances.
The July dance began at 8:00 p.m., and several girls were waiting outside the Lincoln Building for the doors to open. Robbie was in a group of plebes that included Tracker and Trip when the first girls came inside. The ballroom was quickly filled with handsome young men and a variety of young girls who wanted to have fun. Fruit juices, bottled water, and Gatorade were the only refreshments offered at the academy, but the girls didn't seem to mind. They were thrilled to see so many young men who had limited contact with females, knowing that the cadets were all gentlemen. They also knew that the cadets were always horny.
Robbie saw a cute girl come in with a girlfriend, and knew that he was expected to greet the next arrival. He walked up to the cute girls and politely introduced himself and welcomed them to the dance.
Kristin Weathers had been to previous dances at the academy with her girlfriend, and she was thrilled to meet the handsome plebe with the piercing blue eyes. She quickly grabbed Robbie's hand and asked him for something to drink.
Robbie smiled and led Kristin to the refreshment table where the beverages were sitting in tubs of ice.
"What would you like?" Robbie asked Kristin. "We already ran out of Budweiser and Coors, so I can only offer you fruit juice or bottled water."
Kristin laughed and said that she'd like some apple juice and then wanted to dance.
He showed Kristin that the apple juice bottle was still sealed with the "tamper resistant" seal before opening it and then pouring the juice into a plastic cup for her.
"We never serve punch from a punchbowl or opened cans of soda," Robbie explained to Kristin. "We don't want anyone to worry about drinking anything spiked with alcohol or any drugs."
"I've been here before," Kristin admitted. "It's neat to know that my girlfriend and I don't have to worry about someone slipping us a date rape drug. Will you dance with me?"
Robbie wasn't a great dancer, but he'd learned a few dance moves from the times he'd been at dances on the military bases where he had lived most of his life. He didn't see many people on the dance floor, and hoped that he wouldn't make a fool of himself if he danced with Kristin. The band was playing a song with a fast beat when he and Kristin went to the center of the dance floor.
Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were standing on the balcony to supervise the activities during the dance. Most of the faculty were present to make sure that the cadets made the visitors welcome and didn't do anything inappropriate. The two men circulated among the adult guests and also walked around the main floor where the young people were having fun.
Kristin taught Robbie some dance moves, and he really enjoyed her company. He had been anxious at the beginning of the dance because he knew that the upperclassmen demanded that the plebes break the ice to get the dancing started. He knew that most of the cadets would arrive after the start of the dance to meet the girls after the plebes had made them comfortable with the party atmosphere.
"I need to use the restroom," Kristin said to Robbie. "Will you wait for me?"
Robbie was enjoying the female companionship, and quickly agreed to walk with Kristin towards the ladies' room. He watched the cute girl turn and seductively walk into the visitors' toilet, admiring the beautiful legs and short skirt. When Kristin returned, Robbie was waiting, hoping that he'd get another chance for a slow dance with the cute girl and the opportunity to feel her firm breasts on his chest.
Kristin came out of the restroom and walked up to Robbie. She had something in her hand that she held behind her back until she was reunited with her host.
"Put these in your pocket," Kristin said. "If you can find a place that we can be alone, we can have some real fun!"
Robbie looked down and saw a pair of white silk panties with pink hearts along the waistband and quickly stuffed the panties inside the pocket of his dress whites. His dick throbbed in his white uniform when Kristin pulled his face down and gave him a passionate French kiss.
Kristin was thrilled that she was spending time with the handsome plebe, and grabbed Robbie's hand. She held him close in the passionate kiss and pulled Robbie's hand under her short skirt and up to her nude pubic area. She was thrilled when she felt Robbie's fingers find the moist slit of her pussy and begin probing inside.
Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were circulating around the main floor when they saw Tom Kosmanski run up to the kissing couple.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! Tom screamed when he pulled Robbie and Kristin apart. He slammed Robbie against the wall and then threw a punch that hit Robbie in the jaw.
Kristin Weathers screamed and quickly found her girlfriend, Connie Adams. The two girls ran out of the Lincoln Administration Building and headed for the parking lot where their car was parked.
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Tom Kosmanski screamed at Robbie.
Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon grabbed Tom and quickly subdued him. Most of the cadets and guests at the dance hadn't heard the altercation, and the dancing continued without interruption. The two chaperones took Tom and Robbie inside the nearest office to keep anyone from knowing what was happening.
Robbie was shocked that Tom Kosmanski had thrown him against the wall and then punched him in the face. He was disoriented and his face ached from the impact of the punch. He felt the strong arms of Guy Stephens surround him and prevent him from retaliating against his attacker and was inside the office before he realized what had happened. When he recovered from the initial shock, he struggled with Guy Stephens and wanted to kill his attacker.
"MATHEWS, STAND DOWN!!" Guy Stephens screamed at Robbie. He was afraid that if he and Derrick Harmon lost their grip on the young plebe that Robbie would go postal and tear Tom Kosmanski apart. He knew from the time he watched Robbie rip into Larry Cataline that the young plebe was a lethal weapon when he was provoked, and he wasn't sure that he could control Robbie if he released his grip on the struggling plebe.
Andrew Anderson and Keith Phillips were walking around the dance floor, looking for a cute girl to spend time with when they saw Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon push Robbie and Tom into the office. They ran to the hallway and tried to get into the office to find out what was happening.
"HE'S MY LITTLE BROTHER!" Drew screamed at Mr. Harmon. "LET ME IN OR I'LL KICK SOME ASS!"
"Let him in!" Guy yelled. "Close the door and lock it until we sort this shit out!"
Stephens and Harmon had broken up fights between cadets before, and they quickly separated Robbie and Tom into different offices. Drew stayed with Robbie and listened while he told Mr. Stephens what had happened. Robbie was reluctant to describe the intimacy he had shared with Kristin, and Drew sensed that his Little Brother was answering the questions but holding something back. He asked to talk to Robbie alone.
"Tell me what really happened," Drew asked Robbie. He watched Robbie's eyes and knew that his Little Brother was not coming clean. "I'm your Big Brother and I need you to tell me everything! If you don't trust me enough to tell me the truth, we're done as Big Brother and Little Brother!"
Robbie broke down and told Drew everything. He was afraid that he would be in serious trouble for finger fucking the cute girl in the Administration Building and was ashamed. He handed Drew the fancy panties to prove that he was telling the truth.
Drew knocked on the office door and asked Derrick Harmon if he could talk to Tom Kosmanski alone. He was pleased when Guy Stephens motioned for Derrick to leave the office.
Tom was devastated by what he had seen and done. He knew that he would face the Tribunal and would be busted or expelled for attacking Robert Mathews.
"You've always been a neat guy," Drew began. "What the fuck happened to you? Robbie could have killed you without working up a sweat, but he didn't. We went through Hell Week together, and I'm trying to understand what set you off."
"Kristin and I are lovers," Tom began. "I love her, and she loves me! Your Little Brother was trying to seduce her and take her away from me! I hate him!"
Drew listened and then told Tom what Robbie said happened with Kristin. He watched Tom's face go white with fear when he handed him the panties that Robbie had given him. He also told Tom that he had smelled the pussy juice on Robbie's fingers, and that no one had seen Kristin struggle to get away. The opposite was true, and Tom had to admit that it looked like Kristin was the one passionately kissing Robbie.
"OH FUCK!" Tom exclaimed when he looked at the panties. "I gave Kristin these panties as a gift last month. She's the first girl I've ever had sex with, and I thought we were in love! Now I'm fucked! How can I ever apologize to Robbie? I don't want to be expelled or busted!" Tom now knew that Kristin had initiated the fondling and kissing that he witnessed in the hallway.
Guy and Derrick were waiting for Drew to come out of the office and hoped that he'd tell them what he'd learned from talking to the two cadets. They both tried to get Drew to confide in them, but relented when he said he wanted to talk to Robbie alone again before he said anything to the two administrators.
Robbie listened to his Big Brother explain the relationship between Kristin and Tom. He'd always liked Tom and his Little Brother, Jim Seifert, who was with him at the Snake Pit the day he'd been shot. He then listened while Drew explained everything to Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon.
"I have no alternative but to bring formal charges against you with the Tribunal," Guy said to Tom Kosmanski. "You're confined to quarters pending the review of your peers."
"Excuse me, Mr. Stephens," Robbie interjected. "In the Honor Code, I remember seeing a provision for two cadets to work out their differences instead of mustering the Tribunal when they have a situation like this. I'd like to talk to Mr. Kosmanski alone if you'll let me."
Both Guy and Derrick were afraid that Robbie would go postal and tear Tom apart, but they relented when Andrew Anderson said that he'd make sure that things didn't get out of hand.
The exchange between Robbie and Tom was honest and genuine. They both apologized and agreed that they didn't want formal charges presented.
"I pushed you and punched you," Tom admitted to Robbie. "I was stupid and I'd feel better if you kicked my ass right now!"
"We can't live in the past," Robbie said while offering his hand to Tom. "My uncle told me that in life there are things with tits and tires, and both will cause you grief sooner or later! My aunt heard him and really chewed him out! Let's just shake hands and end this shit."
Drew was so proud of his Little Brother that he thought his chest would explode! He wondered if he would have been able to forgive Tom if he had been in Robbie's shoes, but he was relieved that the two cadets were shaking hands instead of assaulting each other.
Guy and Derrick had listened at the door while the cadets worked out their differences and were relieved. They both chuckled when they heard what their friend David Mathews had said to Robbie about tits and tires, but they knew their buddy was always a joker. They were both impressed with how Drew had brokered the resolution of the conflict and how Robbie had acted like a mature adult.
"One week of detention," Derrick Harmon announced to Tom Kosmanski after hearing the verbal exchange. "I personally think you just dodged a bullet, but if Cadet Mathews is satisfied with things, Mr. Stephens and I won't press charges. You're both dismissed!"
"Mr. Harmon, may I please be excused from the rest of the dance?" Robbie asked. "My shoulder and jaw are kinda sore, and I really don't want people to see my swollen face."
Derrick nodded, and Drew asked to join his Little Brother and get some ice to reduce the swelling. The two adults were relieved that peace had been restored and wanted to get back to their duties of chaperoning the dance.
"Can you believe that?" Derrick asked Guy. "Robbie got smacked in the face, but he worked things out with Kosmanski instead of taking him down with the Tribunal. That kid's got a lot of David Mathews' spirit and character."
"David told me that Robbie's dad was a great person," Guy replied. "David could have made Admiral if he'd accepted some promotions and relocations, but he turned them down to give Robbie some stability by not having to move around the world. David and Marie devoted their lives to raising Robbie the best that they could, and we just saw the results. I'm gonna call David and tell him what happened here today. He deserves to know that his nephew has turned into a great young man."
Keith Phillips and Tracker Whitestone were waiting outside the office when everyone came out. They both saw the swelling on Robbie's face and bristled with anger.
"Let's get back to our dorm," Drew said to his friends. "Can that rage or you guys will get busted! Everything's cool right now, so don't fuck things up!"
Tracker was furious when he learned how Tom had attacked Robbie. He was just telling the guys how he was gonna break Tom in half when Trip walked in with his Big Brother, Dave Burtram.
"Are you okay?" Trip said with genuine concern in his voice. "Rumors have been flying around that you got in a fight. Should you go to the Infirmary?"
"Give me a couple of those Valium pills that you've got stashed, or a snort of that cocaine you've been peddling," Robbie teased. The startled reaction from the upperclassmen made him laugh, and that hurt his face.
"I've warned him about his smart ass mouth!" Drew exclaimed. "Just when I start thinking Robbie's acting like an adult, he fucks up again!"
"That's why I love him," Tracker said while hugging Robbie.
"I can probably snitch some Demerol if you wanna take another major trip," Trip teased. "Your last tangle with Demerol got a lot of attention around here!"
"We've all got smart asses for Little Brothers!" Dave Burtram teased. "Maybe these plebes need a few swats on the ass with a paddle to get them back to reality."
"It's still early, but I think we should let Robbie get some rest," Drew said to his cadet buddies. "I'm sure that Tracker and Trip want to hear all the details about what happened tonight, even though it's supposed to be kept secret."
"I don't want anyone giving Mr. Kosmanski any shit," Robbie admitted. "Kristin broke his heart tonight, and you guys might want to spend some time with him and make sure he knows that I'm sorry. I've got Tracker and Trip, and he might need some companionship too."
"Robbie's right," Keith said. "Let's go visit Tom and make sure he's okay."
Whenever any altercation happened on the campus, the grapevine always spread the news quickly. Within a week things had settled down and normalcy had been restored.
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