Washington Academy

By Jacob Latson

Published on Aug 12, 2006

Bisexual

Disclaimer:

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.

My editor, Bill, is a dedicated friend. His improvements in my writing style are greatly appreciated.

Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com

Washington Academy Chapter 8 The Prank War

Life at the Washington Academy had settled down to a relaxed routine during the summer months. The cadets only had four classes instead of seven during the rest of the year, and there was a lot of free time.

Robbie was thrilled when he and Drew got passes to go to town, and it was the first time he'd seen Drew's car.

"It's awesome!" Robbie exclaimed when he saw Drew remove the dust cover from the 1992 Pontiac Firebird. He looked at the custom paint and saw how the color changed from green to almost red when the sun hit the vehicle.

"The paint is called chameleon," Drew said. "My dad bought me this car last fall and said it was a gift for getting good grades. It has a five-speed manual transmission and really screams! My dad loves muscle cars, and he had the engine re-machined by Wilson Engineering in Detroit. They installed special engine parts and a custom exhaust system to take the horsepower up from 250 to over 450."

Robbie was in heaven when Drew fired up the powerful muscle car and drove out of the parking deck. The vibrations and sounds of the large engine caused his dick to inflate to a full 7 1/2 inches, and he wondered if Drew would release the powerful engine and smoke the tires.

"I have to hold "The Beast" back while we're on the campus," Drew offered. "I still can't believe that my dad bought it for me, but I'm really careful and haven't got a ticket. We've only got passes until midnight, so let's go have supper at The Olive Garden and then see a movie. Keith and Tracker will meet us at the restaurant."

The guards at the front gate of the Academy checked the passes and identification for the two cadets and then opened the gates. They both laughed when they heard the muscle car come to life when it reached the main road leading away from the Academy.

"I'm jealous!" John Zachary said when he heard the roar of the Pontiac and saw the tires smoking from the rapid acceleration. "I'd love to have a car like that, but my wife thinks we should drive a mini-van. JESUS! LISTEN TO THOSE POWER SHIFTS!"

Robbie was filled with a mixture of fear and excitement when Drew unleashed the power of the Firebird. He was glad that he was wearing his seatbelt, and dreamed of owning a powerful car of his own. He had signed up for Driver's Education classes that were offered by the Academy, and wondered how he could convince Uncle Dave to buy him a car when he got his driver's license. He would be 16 on September 30th and he dreamed of getting his license and a car.

It was almost midnight when Robbie and Drew returned to the Academy. They both had enjoyed the meal with Tracker and Keith, the movie, and a chance to shop at the mall. Drew had bought some clothes, while Robbie found a novelty store that sold a variety of unusual items, along with a small store that sold specialty food items. Robbie only showed Drew a few of the items that he'd purchased, and had plans for the other items that he wanted to keep a secret.

Robbie, Tracker and Trip were getting ready for a mandatory swim test and headed for the locker room. They all expected to pass the test, and took a quick shower before going back into the locker room to get on their Speedo suits. They were all shocked to find that their suits were missing, and they heard the whistle that announced that the trials were beginning. They had no options, and quickly donned their boxers and ran out of the locker room to the edge of the pool.

"Why are you three out of uniform?" Guy Stephens asked the three plebes. "Where are your swim suits?"

"We must have misplaced them, Sir," Tracker lied.

The three plebes saw a group of upper-classmen laughing including their Big Brothers, and they quickly realized that they were being set up. They all had witnessed pranks and were now on the receiving end.

"Underwear isn't a replacement for the approved suits, but if you guys can keep your privates covered, I might ignore this violation," Guy Stephens announced. "This pool is open to the staff that includes some females, and if I see a bare butt, you three will be in trouble!"

Drew, Keith and David laughed when they saw their Little Brothers come out of the locker room wearing their boxers. They had snuck in and taken the blue suits out of their young friends' gym bags and had hidden them in a vacant locker.

Robbie, Tracker and Trip were selected to be in the first group of plebes to swim four lengths of the Olympic sized pool. They stood on the starting blocks and knew that their dive to start the mandatory swim would whip their boxers down to their ankles or off their legs. When the whistle blew, they dove into the water and struggled to pull their boxers back up. Before completing the first of the four lengths of the pool, they all gave up and finished the swim totally nude.

"Out of the pool!" Guy Stephens ordered. There were eight lanes in the pool and three naked plebes tried to cover their nakedness with their hands when they stood on the deck. He bit his cheek to keep from laughing before saying; "You three nudists will spend the rest of today pulling weeds with the maintenance crew! You're dismissed!"

"This means war!" Robbie exclaimed when he got into the locker room with Tracker and Trip. "I saw the faces of our Big Brothers, and they were all enjoying our humiliation! Let's make them pay for this!"

"I'm so embarrassed!" Trip admitted. "I've got the tiniest dick of anyone at the Academy, and that cold water made it even tinier!"

Robbie and Tracker had noticed that Trip was always modest when he was undressing, but they never realized that he was embarrassed about the size of his equipment. They were both pissed that their friend had been embarrassed in front of Coach Stephens and the other cadets, and they wanted revenge.

"You dick isn't tiny," Robbie offered. "It's a perfect match to the size of the rest of your body. Anyone who judges a guy by the size of his dick is a total asshole! I judge my friends by what's inside their brain and heart, not by what's between their legs!"

"I agree with Robbie," Tracker admitted. "I've read some information on adult sites on the Internet, and some guys have 'growers' and some have 'showers'. Growers might look small when they're soft, but they inflate up to six times the flaccid size when they get hard. 'Showers' might only inflate an inch or more when the blood fills their chambers. We don't get to pick the size of our dicks like we pick the options when we buy a new car. We have to accept what God gave us and not judge a guy by his dick size!"

"Thanks guys," Trip said. "I've always been embarrassed by the size of my dick and body. I'd love to have a dick like yours and big muscles. I've always been small, and feel inferior to other guys in the locker room. I only weigh 105 pounds, and sure can't play football or any other contact sport. I can run, but Cross Country never gets an audience like a football, basketball or baseball team. Just leave me alone so I can think about this shit!"

"We're not going to leave you alone!" Tracker said emphatically. "You're our buddy, and we won't abandon you now or any time in the future! We're gonna be your friend and get even with the guys who embarrassed all three of us! We're the Three Amigo's and we're gonna stick together!"

When Robbie heard Trip crying, he realized how a small guy could feel inferior and how Trip had revealed his deep-seated insecurity. His heart was breaking when he heard the sobs of Trip, and hugged his little buddy. It was time for revenge!

Trip, Tracker and Robbie had walked down to the second floor of the Jefferson Dormitory, and placed a bowl of Cheese Puffs in the break area. They saw their Big Brothers walking into the area to watch television, and the three plebes each grabbed a Cheese Puff and ate it.

"Who left the goodies here" David Burtram asked. He grabbed a handful of the salted snacks and saw Drew Anderson and Keith Phillips pushing to get to the bowl.

Robbie, Tracker and Trip were thrilled to hear the screams of agony and watch their Big Brothers run for the toilets. They gave each other a "high five" and headed back up to their third floor dorm room.

"Those assholes deserved that!" Robbie exclaimed. "They don't know that water only makes the pepper sauce worse, instead of washing it away. Only milk will cut through the heat."

"That worked perfectly!" Trip exclaimed. "Where'd you get that shit?"

"It's habanera sauce that I bought from a store in the mall," Robbie replied. The habanera pepper is the hottest pepper in the world, and they use it in paint to keep barnacles from sticking to the hulls of boats. I'm glad you guys didn't get one of the Cheese Puffs that were filled with the juice. We all ate one before they grabbed theirs, so they might not know we nailed them. I'm glad you both grabbed a puff from the side of the bowl instead of from the middle."

"Let's go back down and act innocent," Tracker suggested. "We got them good, but we still need to embarrass them in front of everyone like they did us."

"I've got another good idea," Robbie offered. "They started this war, and we're gonna finish it!"

Andrew Anderson, Keith Phillips, and David Burtram were throwing up in the toilet area, and were quickly joined by other cadets who lived on the second floor of the Jefferson Dormitory. Whenever any cadet got a package of cookies or candy from home, the other cadets quickly found out and raided the package. Seeing a bowl of Cheese Puffs in the break area was an open invitation for all of the cadets to dive in. The habanera sauce burned the mouths of several cadets before they realized that the snacks had been sabotaged.

Andrew Anderson had blisters inside his mouth when he finally recovered from the prank. He'd seen Robbie, Tracker and Trip eat some of the snacks, and wasn't sure if they had pulled the prank or not. Other cadets on the second floor had eaten the snacks and hadn't been burned, so he was confused.

"I still think our Little Brothers were involved," Drew said to Keith and David. "We started this by hiding their Speedo suits, and they retaliated. It's time to show three plebes what a group of Second Class Cadets can do!"

David Benson led the Jefferson cadets on the morning run, and no one seemed to notice that the Second Class cadets dropped out after the third leg of the mandatory run. Guy Stephens had joined the cadets in his efforts to stay in shape, and shared the shock when the group turned the corner in front of the Grant Athletic Building and were pelted with water balloons from behind the bushes. No one could identify the culprits, but it was quickly evident that all of the Second Class cadets were missing from the group.

"If you guys don't retaliate for this, you don't have a hair on your asses!" Guy yelled. He loved pulling pranks on other people and remembered the many pranks pulled on the Navy Bases, but this prank had included him when the water balloons hit him.

All of the cadets who completed the run realized that the Second Class cadets had to be the guilty culprits. Now it was a war with everyone against the Second Class cadets.

"You take these little packages of ketchup that we got from MacDonald's, poke a pin hole in each one, fold the package over and put it under the toilet seat pad," Robbie explained carefully to all of the plebes in Dorm Room 2. "Make sure you only sabotage the toilet stalls used by the Second Class! We can't handle a war against everyone, and all of the Second Class Cadets are on the second floor. When someone sits on the toilet seat, the package will be compressed and the ketchup will shoot all over their pants and legs."

The plebes were all excited about getting even with the cadets who pelted them with water balloons, and listened to Robbie describe more pranks. Each shower room had dispensers for shampoo, and the ones on the second floor would be emptied and filled with pancake syrup. Duct tape was put over the faucets but a small gap was left in the front so when the water was turned on, the water would spray on the crotch of the victim.

"We still have to get even with three Big Brothers," Robbie said to Tracker and Trip. "When they aren't suspecting anything, we'll get them good!"

During the next week, the pranks became a daily source of entertainment for everyone on the campus. The staff meetings of the administrators were filled with laughter when the latest pranks were described.

"It's supposed to rain tomorrow," Robbie said to Tracker and Trip. "We may not be able to embarrass our big brothers by getting them nude in front of the whole academy, but we can sure get them in trouble. Here's what we have to do."

Robbie then explained what he had in mind to fry the three big brothers. Trip and Tracker were excited and quickly agreed to help Robbie with his plan.

It was raining hard when the cadets from the Jefferson Dormitory began the morning run. They were all wearing their "grubs" because the run would take them around the campus and through several fields that would be muddy and flooded. They had completed the first two legs of the run when Guy Stephens blew his whistle and ordered all of the cadets to stand at attention. He looked at the soaked cadets and started to laugh. He choked back his laughter and asked, "Mr. Harmon do we have some clowns in the ranks?"

"I see three cadets who are definitely clown material!" Derrick replied.

"Anderson, Philips and Burtram!" Guy yelled. "Front and center!"

Drew, Keith and David ran to the front of the assembly and stood at attention. They didn't know why they were ordered to the front of the lines of cadets and waited to find out.

"Are you mocking this fine academy?" Derrick Harmon yelled at the three cadets.

"NO SIR!" they replied in unison.

"Then you're just three clowns who are mocking me and Mr. Harmon by your attire today! We don't allow clowns to be cadets at the George Washington Academy!" Guy yelled.

Drew, Keith and David didn't understand why the two coaches were yelling at them, but they heard laughter flowing through the cadets standing behind them. Something was wrong!

"Look at your boots!" Guy ordered.

Drew looked down at his feet and was shocked to see that his boots were covered with red and white stripes!

Keith saw that his boots were green with white stars, and David was shocked to see that his boots were red, white and blue. Their boots had looked normal when they put them on before the run began, and they were unable to explain what had happened.

"I think our three clowns deserve a week of detention for this offense!" Derrick stated.

"I agree!" Guy Stephens said. "This exercise is ended because of the rain and the three clowns!"

The cadets all laughed after the two coaches left the formation. The three clowns looked down at their boots and saw where the black color was still being washed away to reveal more of the offending decorations.

"FUCK!" Drew exclaimed. "We've been had, and I know who did it!"

Robbie, Tracker and Trip celebrated in their dorm room and quickly removed their wet grubs. The poster paint on the boots of their Big Brothers could be removed with shoe polish and elbow grease, but the damage had already been done. The black watercolor paint had hidden the fancy decorations until the rain had washed it off, and their Big Brothers had been nailed good. They still had one more prank to pull on all of the Second Class Cadets in the Jefferson Dormitory.

"How did they pull that off?" Derrick asked Guy when they got to the Grant Athletic Building to shower and change.

"I don't know, but we won't approve any new boots if that paint doesn't wash off!" Guy replied. "I think our three nudists from the swimming pool found a way to repay their Big Brothers for hiding their Speedo's. We're learning some new pranks!"

The Second Class cadets tried to get even with the other cadets and plebes for the pranks that focused on the second floor of the Jefferson Dorm, but they were outnumbered and out-pranked. The final and largest prank happened on the day that the Second Class cadets were in their dress white uniforms for a group picture on the front steps of the Jefferson Dormitory.

Drew was surprised to see so many cadets, including his Little Brother, standing with cameras and video equipment in front of the dorm. A professional photographer was making the rounds of the campus to take pictures for the new recruiting brochure, and he was pleased that his classmates had been selected for photographs in front of the ivy-covered walls of their dormitory.

Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were confused when Robbie suggested that they observe the picture session, but they quickly realized that the devious smile on Robbie's face meant something. They stood behind the line of amateur photographers and watched the professional photographer position the group of impeccably dressed cadets for the pictures. After the first two pictures were taken, they were shocked by what happened. From the roof of the dormitory, several young men appeared and huge trash barrels of colored water crashed down on the unaware cadets.

Cheers rang out from the perpetrators of the prank and from the observers who had captured the moment with regular cameras and video equipment. The water had traveled from the roof of the three-story building with sufficient impact to knock the unsuspecting cadets off their feet. The Second Class cadets screamed in shock when the ice-cold colored water hit them and completely drenched their dress uniforms. The front steps of the Jefferson Dormitory were covered with angry young men that were now wearing pink uniforms.

"OH MY GOD!" Guy exclaimed.

"I hope nobody's hurt!" Derrick added.

The two administrators listened to the profanities uttered by the drenched cadets and saw several run after the other cadets who had captured the events for posterity. They quickly stepped in and ordered the drenched cadets to "STAND DOWN!"

It was two hours later when all of the cadets from the Jefferson Dorm were mustered into the Amphitheater. Chancellor Brown had heard about the prank and knew he had to take action immediately to protect the safety of the cadets and the reputation of the George Washington Academy. When he was first notified of the pink cadets, he roared with laughter, but calls from Dr. Linda Miller ended his euphoria.

After his entrance on the stage of the Amphitheater, he addressed the cadets, saying, "Gentlemen, be seated!"

Vincent Brown knew that he had to put a stop to the prank war before someone was seriously injured. His entire staff had enjoyed sharing details of the series of pranks, but it had to end.

"Pulling pranks on other cadets has been a tradition at this fine academy, but things have gotten out of hand," Vincent Brown said to all of the Jefferson Dormitory cadets. "You gentlemen have had your fun, but one cadet has a broken arm and another has a dislocated shoulder from the impact of the water that fell from the roof of the Jefferson Dormitory earlier today. In addition to those injuries, two cadets required stitches to close cuts and several have bruises that will limit their physical training. I'm not going to listen to any complaints about who started this war, but I'm the one who's ending it!"

Vincent Brown was surprised to hear grumbling from the cadets who had always acted with restraint in his presence. He knew that the Second Class cadets had been humiliated by the other cadets and needed to save face.

"The Second Class cadets of the Jefferson Dormitory are a group of fine young men who have been embarrassed in front of an outside photographer and the perpetrators of the prank," he continued. "I'm ordering that the First Class cadets from the Jefferson Dormitory launder the dress whites of the Second Class cadets. The Third Class cadets will iron those uniforms, and the Plebes will polish the shoes, belts and all of their brass. I've been told that the food coloring that was used in the waterfall will wash out with cold water and laundry detergent. The laundry facilities are 'Off Limits' for this work; so plan on hand washing all of the soiled uniforms and hanging them outside to air dry."

Guy and Derrick were surprised that their boss had ordered the humiliating work by the perpetrators, but were thankful that none of the football players had been injured during the prank. If the perpetrators had dumped smaller amounts of colored water from the roof, the unsuspecting cadets would have been wet, but no one would have been injured. Vince had found a way to let the Second Class cadets save face, with no group of cadets being able to claim victory.

"This prank war is over!" Vincent Brown ordered. "Any man who continues pulling pranks will face the Tribunal! Do I make myself clear?"

"YES SIR!" was the unanimous reply.

Gentlemen, you're dismissed!" Chancellor Brown announced.

The cadets would look back on the events of the Prank War as a fun-filled time in their lives at the George Washington Academy. Time heals all wounds, and it only took a week for most of the cadets to return to happy times with playful teasing. It was different for Robbie and Drew. They continued to tease and torment each other, and everyone on the campus noticed.

"I still think you look better in pink," Robbie teased Drew during the huddle at football practice. He was splitting his time between being the third string wide receiver and the second string defensive back, and loved teasing Drew and the other Second Class cadets about the prank war.

"Some day you'll pay for that smart mouth!" Drew said before calling the offensive play.

"JESUS!" Derrick Harmon exclaimed when he saw Drew rifle a pass to Robbie on a crossing pattern. The pass was thrown so hard that it took Robbie right off his feet.

"Anderson, you're supposed to hit the receiver with the pass, not kill him!" Guy Stephens yelled. "You and Mathews get over here, right now!"

Robbie had almost caught the pass, but the force of the football had knocked him off his feet and the ball hit the ground. He was pissed at Drew for throwing so hard that he dropped the pass in front of the coaching staff.

"What the fuck's wrong with you two?" Guy demanded. "We need a team of players who can work together, not two assholes with personal issues! Both of you! On the bench! Whitestone, you're in for Anderson! Chambers, you're in for Mathews!"

Drew knew that he was in trouble with the coach. He was still upset about being humiliated along with his classmates, and Robbie had been teasing him unmercifully. The last thing he wanted was to lose his starting position on the football team.

"I'm sorry, Drew," Robbie said. "I know that I've got a smart mouth and I didn't know when to quit. I sure don't want you to get kicked off the football team when we need you so much. I'll quit the team so things can cool down."

"You'll do no such thing!" Guy Stephens ordered. "Your uncle was never a quitter, and you won't be either! Our football team needs both of you, and I won't allow any bullshit from either of you to fuck up our season! I'd confine you two to your quarters, but I want you to work things out. You're both on permanent detention unless I see some evidence that this shit's over! You'll spend every second of every day together, even if you're taking a shit, until you're ready to act like cadets and work together. You're dismissed!"

Robbie and Drew hit the showers and then got dressed in their summer casual uniforms of T-shirts and shorts. They had ignored each other until Derrick Harmon stopped them outside the Grant Athletic Building.

"Grab a tent and sleeping bags from the crib," Derrick ordered. "Your rooms are off limits except to get uniforms, so plan on sleeping outside until you grow up. If we see either of you alone, you'll think that cleaning the exhaust hoods was a walk in the park. I'm pissed that your feud didn't end when Chancellor Brown ordered the end of the prank war. The entire football team is affected by your immature behavior and Mr. Stephens and I won't tolerate it!"

"This is my fault, Mr. Harmon," Robbie offered. "Trip, I mean Plebe Masterson is my buddy, and he was humiliated at the pool. I'm still upset about that, and my behavior is improper. Three Big Brothers were having a great laugh while Trip, Tracker and I were embarrassed. Trip thinks that the other cadets all make fun of the size of his equipment, and I'm still pissed about him being humiliated."

"We didn't know that Masterson is self-conscious about his manhood," Drew admitted. "He's a little guy and his body parts are all proportionally small. David Burtram is his Big Brother, and he didn't know or we wouldn't have messed with him. I feel like shit about this. No wonder why you've been such a jerk to me!"

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Derrick Harmon said. "Instead of getting a tent, why don't you take a walk in the quad and talk this out. Mr. Stephens and I will be in his office waiting for you when you're finished. Take your time. If you're still pissed at each other after talking, plan on living in a tent for the rest of the year without any team sports."

Robbie and Drew sat in the Quad and honestly shared their feelings. They both admitted they were wrong and promised to treat each other with respect in the future.

"Does this mean you're gonna blow me?" Robbie teased. "I haven't swallowed your juice in so long that I forget what it tastes like."

"Let's go visit the coaches and then visit the equipment room," Drew replied. "You're gonna be my bitch tonight!"

Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were smoking cigars and sipping glasses of Scotch when Robbie and Drew came to the Athletic Director's office. They were both relieved to hear that the tension between their two athletes had been broken, and they cancelled the detention with the understanding that the two cadets would be watched closely.

Two hours later, Robbie and Drew left the equipment storage room in the Grant Athletic Building. Both of them had sore butt holes from patching up their differences, but they were back to being Big Brother and Little Brother again.

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