Washington Academy

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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.

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

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Washington Academy Chapter 1 A New Life Begins

His family and friends called Robert David Mathews Robbie. He was named after his father, Robert, and his uncle David Mathews. Robbie was six years old when his parents, Robert and Connie Mathews, were killed in a car crash during a winter storm in Colorado. David and Marie Mathews grieved for the loss of their family members and honored the wishes of Robbie's parents by agreeing to raise the young boy. David was Robbie's Godfather, making him even more determined to keep his promise to take care of Robbie, even though he was still in the United States Navy.

Robbie spent his formative years on several Navy bases in the Philippines, Japan, Cuba, and finally in Chicago. When he turned 15, his uncle retired to the Navy Reserves with the rank of Captain in the U. S. Navy, and accepted a job with Burns Security with offices across the United States and headquarters in Detroit, Michigan. Robbie was accustomed to military life and chose to attend the George Washington Academy in northern Michigan instead of Grosse Pointe High School where the Mathews family resided. Washington Academy was the premier prep school in the nation for young men headed for military service, and attracted young males from around the world. With a maximum enrollment of 1,000 cadets, the academy was very selective. Boys were chosen based on a combination of leadership, academics, and athletics.

David was helping Robbie pack for the trip to Traverse City, Michigan, and reflected back on the past nine years of life with his nephew. He looked at the handsome teenager and wondered if he had made a mistake by staying in the Navy while raising Robbie. Every time he looked at the handsome face he could see his younger brother Robert who had died in the car crash. He knew that Robert would be proud to see the toned body of his son who was 5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed 155 pounds. Robbie had the blue eyes of his father and the blonde hair of his mother, and was a gifted athlete in football, basketball and baseball. David was pleased when Robbie announced his desire to attend the same military academy where he began his career. Robbie was an excellent student and athlete and letters of recommendation from several military officers had assured his acceptance to the academy.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" David asked his young nephew.

"I've always wanted to follow in your footsteps," Robbie admitted. "I don't know how to thank you and Aunt Marie for all you've done for me! I know I gave both of you some gray hair when I got in trouble and I'll do my best to stay out of trouble at the academy. I want to make you proud of me!"

David hugged his nephew and told Robbie how proud he was already. "Look at all of these awards and trophies," David said. "It was fantastic watching you compete and win them all. I know it was hard on you when we had to move from base to base. You lost your friends and had to make new ones. Marie and I will always be proud of you!"

Robbie returned the hug and tried to hold back his tears. He was starting at the academy as a freshman, and he knew he would be subjected to a great deal of hazing from the upperclassmen. He was determined to prove to his uncle that he was ready for a major step in his emotional and physical development.

"I wish they didn't have the rule of 'no contact' for the first six weeks at the academy," David admitted. "Your aunt is already crying about you leaving and I'm choked up myself."

"Hey old man, a Navy SEAL isn't supposed to show emotions!" Robbie teased. He knew that his uncle had attended the Washington Academy before enlisting in the Navy where he became a member of the SEAL (Sea, Air, Land) Force. The SEALs were considered the elite of all Special Forces in the world, and most of their missions were top secret. Robbie had never heard his uncle describe any of the missions he participated in during his active duty but had seen several scars on his body when they were at the gym together. He was proud that his uncle had been recognized for his SEAL service with an appointment to the Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland. Uncle Dave had graduated from the Naval Academy and became a trainer for other SEALs, specializing in hand-to-hand combat.

"I'm retired from the active Navy now," David replied. "I wish your parents could be here to see what a handsome young man you've become. I know they're up in heaven watching over you and protecting you from harm."

"They didn't stop me from being caught with Kristin," Robbie teased.

David punched his nephew on the arm, remembering the phone call from Kristin Kelly's parents. Kristin was 17 and had invited Robbie to visit her when she was babysitting. The couple had returned early and found Kristin on her back with Robbie pounding his young cock in her pussy. Kristin's parents had called David and Marie, and they had to go to their neighbors to retrieve their guilty nephew.

"You should still be grounded over that one!" David teased. "Your halo sure got tarnished!"

"Kristin wasn't the first or last!" Robbie teased. He let his mind wander back to the time when he was 12 and just starting puberty. He was spending the night with his friend Donnie in Chicago when Donnie's sister came home with a girlfriend. The two girls were 15 and sexually active. Finding two cute boys alone at their home was an overwhelming temptation. They played Strip Poker and before the parents came home, both boys had lost their virginity. Robbie remembered how great it felt when Carrie sucked his dick and swallowed his boy cum. His first blowjob was quickly followed by unprotected sex with the cute teenaged girl. Carrie's girlfriend, Shannon, had given Donnie the same crash course in sex, with both boys watching each other losing their virginity. That was the first time Robbie realized he was sexually interested in other boys along with girls. He had watched Donnie fucking Shannon and was shocked when his mind pictured him taking Shannon's place on the end of Donnie's cock.

"I don't want you to leave!" Marie Mathews said while hugging Robbie. "You're too young to leave home!"

"He's becoming a man," David said to his wife. "All the new cadets are his age or younger, so don't baby him!"

"He'll always be our baby!" Marie sobbed. "I just can't believe that he's grown up so fast! He just got out of middle school and he deserves to have fun this summer. He can start the academy in September!"

"Come on Marie," David said. "You know that Orientation starts tomorrow for all of the new cadets. Robbie doesn't need you upsetting him right now. Let's get the car packed and get him to the academy so he can get settled."

Marie knew that the Washington Academy was operated like a military base. She had worked as a Registered Nurse on Navy bases for the entire time she was married to David, and had become accustomed to the life of a Navy wife. She and David had tried to have children of their own, but she was infertile. They had considered adoption but their plans changed dramatically when Robert and Connie died on that fateful November day. Robbie was only six when his parents died, but he was old enough to understand the magnitude of his loss. It had taken almost a year for Robbie to understand and deal with the death of his parents. He had stopped talking to anyone and refused to do any schoolwork. He was held back in school and had to repeat the first grade because of his refusal to do any assignments or participate in any way. She looked at the handsome face of her nephew and choked back her emotions. Robbie had finally responded to a Navy counselor and began doing his schoolwork. He was now at the top of his class in grades and athletic accomplishments.

"You didn't call me your baby when I got caught with Kristin," Robbie teased. "I think you called me a fucking pig!"

Marie was embarrassed. She normally didn't swear, but having her boy caught having sex with the daughter of her best friend had set her off. It was a "wake up call" for Marie to realize that the boy they had been raising was a sexually active teenager.

"Don't use that language in front of your aunt or me!" David ordered. He knew that Robbie was just repeating what Marie had said when she was upset, but he didn't like hearing it.

"Sorry," Robbie said while hanging his head in shame.

"Shut up David!" Marie ordered. "Robbie has always been honest with us, and I was the one to use that vulgar language to him! I bet he's heard a lot worse hanging around a bunch of Navy men like you on the bases! Let's not ruin our last few hours with him by bringing up the past. That's all behind us and we need to plan for the future."

"Thanks Aunt Marie," Robbie said. "I know I've been a pain to both of you. I really appreciate what you've done for me for the past nine years."

"We're both proud of you," Marie said to her nephew. "Just look at all of your awards. We were the proudest people in the place when you showed how talented you are."

Robbie was quiet during the long trip from Detroit to the Traverse City area. He was anxious about starting the academy where he knew his uncle had excelled. He wanted to do everything that Uncle Dave had done during his time at the academy and in the Navy. His dream was to become a Navy SEAL and use his martial arts training on exciting missions. He had tried to get Uncle Dave to explain what missions he had been on, but he was always told that the missions were "classified" and couldn't be revealed. He remembered asking Aunt Marie about the many scars on Uncle Dave's body and she told him the truth. She didn't know how his uncle got the scars or what missions he had participated in during his active duty with the SEALs. He sat in the back seat of the Cadillac STS and dozed off.

"Time to wake up, sleepyhead," Aunt Marie said. She noticed that the front of Robbie's shorts were tented out and correctly guessed that he was having an erotic dream.

Robbie woke up to see that their car was in front of a large iron gate. A man dressed in a military uniform was approaching the driver's side of the car.

"Good morning, Sir!" the handsome guard announced after saluting.

"We have Robert David Mathews here to begin his education," Uncle Dave replied.

The guard looked at a list on a clipboard before saluting and ordering his partner in the guard booth to open the gates.

Robbie was awestruck by the beauty of the Washington Academy grounds. The pictures in the brochure didn't do justice to the manicured lawn and shrubs that surrounded the long driveway. He had rolled down the window to get a better view and so he could smell the fresh cut grass and fragrance of the red roses lining the long drive. The aromas intensified the splendor of the rolling hills and ivy covered buildings.

"It's beautiful!" Marie said. "I've never seen a college campus that's this impressive!"

"The cadets do the yard work," David said. "The Washington Academy has always taken pride in their grounds and buildings. It's been a long time since I've been here, but it looks just the same as I remember. Just being here brings back great memories for me!"

Robbie tried to look at all of the beautiful grounds and buildings during the trip up the long winding drive to the main building. He saw several young men dressed in white cadet uniforms opening doors for other people delivering young men. All of the guys were impeccably dressed and very formal in greeting the new arrivals.

"Welcome to the George Washington Academy! My name is Cadet First Class David Benson," the handsome man announced while opening the door for Marie. "This is Cadet Second Class Lamar Young and Cadet Third Class Leon Harris."

The other two cadets had opened the doors for David and Robbie. They both stood at attention and waited for direction from the higher-ranking cadet.

"May I please have your name?" Cadet Benson asked Robbie.

Robbie was impressed and stuttered before replying with his full name. Cadet Benson smiled and extended his hand for Robbie to shake before saying, "Welcome Plebe! May I help you with your luggage?" "Plebe" was the term used for high school freshmen arriving at the campus.

Robbie was embarrassed. He wanted to make a good first impression in front of the cadets and had just blown that chance by stuttering when asked his own name.

Uncle Dave laughed, and that pissed Robbie off for just a second. He glared at his uncle and then joined in the laughter. He turned to the trunk after Uncle Dave hit the trunk release but was surprised to see Cadet Young beat him to the trunk to retrieve the one duffle bag of "civvies" or civilian clothing that was allowed for each freshman. Measurements had been taken by a tailor in Detroit and forwarded to the academy, so Robbie knew that his uniforms were waiting for him at the academy, and he couldn't wait to try them on.

"I'm sorry Sir and Madam, but you need to release Plebe Mathews to our care now," Cadet Benson said. "We promise to take good care of him!"

Marie had tears running down her face when she hugged Robbie and kissed him goodbye. She wanted to grab him and take him back home, but was pulled from the embrace by her husband.

"This is just the start of a great adventure for you," David said while hugging his nephew. He tried to hold back his own emotions before breaking the hug and swatting Robbie on the butt.

Robbie yelped and realized that his dream of attending the Washington Academy was officially beginning. He tried to hold back his tears while saying goodbye to his aunt and uncle and followed the cadet who was carrying his duffle bag into the massive stone building. He took the time to turn and wave before they drove away. He had a feeling of emptiness and anxiety over what he was heading into.

Marie broke down sobbing so bad that David pulled the Cadillac to the side of the drive. He put the car in park and leaned over to console his wife. Ever since they took Robbie into their home Marie had focused all of her attention on the young boy. He tried to calm her down by reminding her that this was what Robbie wanted, and that he had survived the academy before beginning his military career. He was confident that Robbie would do great at the academy, but he also knew that Marie would have a difficult time adjusting to a home without a handsome teenager with raging hormones.

Marie finally calmed down but was very quiet during the trip back to Detroit. She thought about the way Robbie grieved for his parents each November. The first year after their deaths was terrible, with Robbie refusing to talk or do any school work. He picked fights and was in trouble for nearly a year before a Navy psychiatrist finally got through to him. Robbie had been progressively better each year in November, but this would be the first November that she wasn't going to be with him. David had a strong bond with Robbie, especially when it came to sports or private discussions about sex, but when Robbie was emotionally upset, he always relied on her. She was confident that Robbie would successfully complete the Summer Training and Hell Week, and decided to contact the academy in October to alert them to Robbie's potential emotional problems.

Robbie followed Cadet Young into the huge building and up to a desk manned by several impeccably dressed cadets. He looked around the spacious room and saw several other cadets attending to other new arrivals. The terrazzo floors sparkled with a high gloss shine and the aroma of fresh wax filled his nostrils. Everything was spotless!

"This is Robert Mathews," Cadet Young announced to the young man at the desk.

Andrew Anderson looked on a list and then looked at the guy standing in front of his desk. He saw a young guy that could only be described as "drop dead cute". He looked at the golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes and felt his cock stir in his uniform. This plebe was the best looking guy he'd ever seen and he hoped that he'd see EVERYTHING that Robert Mathews had to offer.

"I'm Cadet Second Class Andrew Anderson, and I welcome you to the George Washington Academy," Drew said professionally while standing and offering his hand to the new guy. He was pleased by the firm handshake and saw the smile on Robbie's face along with the two deep dimples. He was immediately attracted to the handsome plebe. Being well aware that life at the academy was devoid of female contact, he wondered if this new plebe was ready for a life with very limited contact with girls.

Robbie looked at the handsome face of a guy who was about 6 feet 4 inches tall and looked to weigh about 220 pounds. He was immediately impressed with the face and muscular body, and figured that Andrew Anderson would have his share of beautiful girls, just from his physical appearance. Andrew had brown hair and hazel eyes that seemed to bore into Robbie's very being. If all of the guys looked like what he'd seen so far, Robbie knew that he would have trouble with his dick that was already starting to inflate in his shorts. He silently wished that he had worn his baggy jeans to conceal his pulsing dick. Robbie noticed that the other cadets called Andrew Anderson, Drew.

"Please wait here until your guide arrives," Andrew told him. "Your guide is Cadet Second Class Lawrence Cataline and I'll page him now."

Robbie watched Andrew return to his seat behind the desk and prayed that his guide would be a similarly neat guy. He knew from reading the brochure about the academy that each plebe would have a guide during orientation and under most circumstances the guide would become his big brother. Big brothers were supposed to help the plebe adjust to life at the academy and answer questions without any criticism.

Robbie waited at the front desk and looked around at the huge room. The walls were covered with pictures of men in uniforms and he quickly recognized the "Hall of Heroes" from the brochure. He knew that every man pictured in Washington Hall had been recognized for bravery in the United States Army, Navy, Coast Guard, Air Force, or Marines. Many of the men had died while serving their country and several had been given the ultimate recognition for their bravery by being awarded the Medal of Honor, the highest medal ever awarded to any serviceman. His attention was interrupted when he heard Andrew announce the arrival of another cadet.

"This is Cadet Second Class Lawrence Cataline," Andrew said. "This is Robert Mathews, the plebe you've been assigned to mentor during orientation."

Robbie extended his hand for Lawrence to shake, but the cadet ignored him. Immediately Robbie saw something he didn't like in Lawrence Cataline. The guy had refused his hand and was sneering at him. He wondered if other cadets would be such jerks who would treat him like a piece of shit too.

"Grab your bag and follow me!" Lawrence said emphatically. He turned quickly and headed down the hall with Robbie trying to keep up.

Drew watched the way Larry Cataline greeted the new plebe and was pissed. He and Larry had never been friends and he wished that the academy had chosen a different cadet to mentor the handsome plebe. He hoped that Larry would change his ways and be a nurturing mentor like Joe Thomas had been to him. Larry's father was a General in the Army and had pulled a lot of strings to keep Larry from being expelled in the past. The academy had a rule that no cadet could reveal any family connection to an officer in the United States military, but Larry had violated that rule when he got in trouble. His father had convinced the Chancellor, Vincent Brown, that his son would develop into an honorable cadet and Army Officer, and that the infractions should be overlooked.

Robbie followed the cadet out of the Administration Building and across the campus to another large building. Before entering the building, Robbie noticed the name of the building above the front entrance. He correctly guessed that he would be housed in the Jefferson Dormitory and followed the cadet inside and up the stairs to the third floor.

"Stow your gear on that bunk!" Larry ordered when they got inside Dorm Room 2. "You can unpack later and then put your clothes in your locker."

Robbie followed the instructions and wondered again why this guy was being such a prick to him. He thought that new plebes would be treated better.

"Let's get some things straight," Larry said to Robbie. "You will call me 'Sir' at all times and do whatever I order you to do. I'm a cadet and you're worthless! You're a miserable puke and will serve me while you're here at the academy. Follow me to the gym for some informal lessons in what it means to be a lowly plebe!"

After Robbie tossed his duffle bag on the bunk, he followed Larry out of the dorm and across the campus. He couldn't help continuing to wonder about this guy being such an asshole, but didn't want to fuck up on his first day at the academy.

Larry was smiling when he led the helpless plebe into the Ulysses S. Grant Athletic Building. He figured he would dominate this new guy and make him a helpless bitch. When he got inside the building, he led the plebe into the padded room where the cadets practiced their martial arts. He was going to kick the ass of the new plebe to establish his authority and dominance.

"You're my bitch from now on!" Larry said to Robbie. "You'll shine my shoes, polish my brass, iron my uniforms and do anything I order you to do!"

Robbie had read the Honor Code and Conduct Manual for the academy and knew that no plebe was expected to be a personal slave for an upperclassman. He couldn't figure out why the academy would allow a complete asshole like Larry to be a cadet and try to intimidate a new arrival. He looked at the cadet and knew the guy was being a total jerk.

Guy Stephens, Athletic Director of the academy, was just leaving the locker room after working out and taking a shower. He heard voices in the Martial Arts Room and went to investigate. He looked into the room and was shocked at what he heard and saw.

"If I take a shit and want you to lick my ass clean, you'll do it!" Larry said to Robbie.

"Only in your dreams!" Robbie exclaimed. "I've read the Conduct Manual, and you're out of line!"

"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AND THEN FUCK IT!" Larry screamed before attacking Robbie.

Robbie knew that every cadet at the academy was trained in the martial arts. Ever since he was seven years old and living on the base in the Philippines, Uncle Dave had trained him in hand-to-hand combat. He had eight years of being trained by a Master in the martial arts and wasn't going to let Larry-the-jerk kick his ass.

Guy Stephens was shocked. He recognized Larry Cataline and correctly guessed that the renegade cadet was going to attack whoever was in the training room with him. Before he could get into the room, he witnessed an attack and martial arts response that was overwhelming.

Robbie sidestepped the attack of Larry Cataline and quickly used his legs to trip Larry and drop him to the mats on the floor. He jumped up and kicked Larry in the stomach when he tried to stand up and attack. Larry doubled over in pain and wasn't ready for the swift leg kicks that hit his face and threw him against the padded wall. When Larry bounced off the wall, Robbie launched his body forward with a vicious kick that hit Larry in the face and dropped him to the mats on the floor.

"ENOUGH!!!" Guy Stephens screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE?"

Robbie was pumped! He certainly never expected to have to use his martial arts training to protect himself on his first day at the Washington Academy. He looked at the face of his adversary and saw that Larry was bleeding from his nose and was staggering around the padded room. He just knew his time at the academy was finished and he was devastated.

"I WANT ANSWERS!" Guy Stephens commanded. He looked at Robbie and wondered who the young guy was who had just kicked the ass of a third year cadet.

Robbie stood at attention and said, "I'm Robert Mathews, a plebe, Sir."

"You!" Guy Stephens yelled at Larry Cataline. "You're a disgrace to this academy! I heard what you said to this plebe, and I'm taking you in front of the Tribunal for disciplinary actions!"

Larry staggered to his feet and held a handkerchief to his nose to absorb the blood. He tried to convince the Athletic Director and football coach that the plebe had insulted and attacked him.

"Can that bullshit!" Guy Stephens ordered. "I heard what you said to him and saw you attack him! You head for the infirmary and don't say a word about what happened here unless you want me telling the entire academy that you got your ass kicked by a plebe! You're on report, mister! When you finish up at the Infirmary, you're confined to your quarters! "

Larry staggered out of the training room with blood dripping down onto the front of his white uniform. He had just been humiliated by a plebe in front of Guy Stephens, and feared the repercussions from the Tribunal.

"Are you okay?" Stephens asked the handsome blonde boy. He wondered how a plebe could handle such an attack from a cadet starting his third year at the academy. He knew he had to handle this situation carefully because the academy could be sued if the plebe filed formal charges with the local police.

"I'm okay," Robbie said, trying to calm down.

"My name is Guy Stephens, and I'm the Athletic Director and football coach here at the academy," Guy said. "I don't know what to say to you right now, but the behavior you were subjected to IS NOT what this academy stands for! I hope you aren't hurt."

"I'm Robert Mathews," Robbie said while extending his hand towards the coach. "Mr. Cataline was supposed to be my guide for orientation, but we don't seem to get along very well. Please don't kick me out because of this!"

"Relax, son," Guy said. "I saw and heard everything. I know you didn't start any trouble here. You just kicked the ass of a guy with over two years of martial arts training! Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"I'd rather not answer that, Sir" Robbie said honestly.

Guy Stephens looked at the blue eyes of the handsome young guy and saw something he recognized. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind The face was familiar, but he couldn't remember ever meeting this handsome plebe.

"When a cadet or plebe's asked a direct question by a member of the administration, we expect an honest answer," Guy said. "Your face is familiar to me and I want to know why! This is between the two of us. I want to know who you are and who trained you."

"I told you that my name is Robert Mathews," Robbie replied. He knew that according to academy rules he wasn't supposed to identify any member of his family who was in the military, and cadets never ratted on their fellow cadets.

"Mathews!" Guy repeated. "Holy Fuck! Robert Mathews! You're David Mathews' nephew! You're Robbie!"

Robbie was shocked that this man recognized his name and connection to Uncle Dave. He was terrified that Guy would now call his uncle to come and take him away from the academy.

Guy reached out and hugged Robbie. He lifted the small teen off his feet and spun him around the training room before putting the plebe down to stare at his face.

"David Mathews trained me at SEAL camp!" Guy exclaimed. "The last time I saw you was when you were about 10 years old! I can't believe that you're here at the academy! How's David? How's Marie? I lost contact with them about three years ago. I knew they had a nephew, but I never dreamed that you'd be here! This is fantastic!"

At first Robbie stiffened when the man hugged him, but after hearing that Mr. Stephens knew his uncle, he returned the hug. His fears of being kicked out of the academy on his first day were still occupying his mind though.

"Let me look at you!" Guy said. He looked at the handsome young teen wearing a T-shirt and shorts and could see that Robbie had a beautifully developed body. He knew that David Mathews would never have a son or nephew with a scrawny or obese body, and this boy was in perfect condition. "I guess you don't remember me, but I met you at the base in the Philippines. David told me that the local boys were beating you up and he had taught you to defend yourself. From what I just witnessed, you can definitely take care of yourself now. Please don't judge the entire academy by the actions of one jerk."

"All I can remember from living on the base in the Philippines is going home nude after getting my ass kicked and robbed by the locals," Robbie admitted. "I'm not supposed to say anything about any member of my family being in the military, but Uncle Dave retired from active duty a few months ago. He trained me and taught me the responsibilities of being able to cripple or kill an attacker. I sure didn't expect to have to defend myself today, and I sure hope you won't kick me out. I wanna follow in Uncle Dave's footsteps and be a SEAL. Please don't make me leave over this!"

"Robbie, you're not going to be kicked out because of what happened," Guy replied. "The opposite is true and will likely happen! Larry Cataline should be expelled for what he just said and did to you! Even with my SEAL training, I wouldn't want to get into a match with you! You're a young guy, but you have amazing speed and grace when you fight! I'll handle Larry with the Tribunal, but again, please don't judge the whole academy by this one nasty incident! This is a place of honor, and not a place where actions like Larry's will be permitted."

"Uncle Dave will be mad at me," Robbie said, trying to hold back his tears. "I promised to behave, and I've broken that promise."

"David would never want you to be a pussy and let some jerk kick your ass!" Guy replied. "I've seen your uncle in action, and he's a lethal weapon! I can't wait to talk to him and tell him what happened here today!"

"Please don't call him!" Robbie pleaded. "Uncle Dave and Aunt Marie just left here and they'll be pissed to find out I got in trouble already. I let them down already!"

Guy Stephens listened to the concerns of this new plebe. He remembered the times after SEAL training when he was forced to use the skills he learned from David Mathews. His career in the SEALs had ended when he was wounded during a mission in the Soviet Union. He had recovered from his gunshot wounds but was unable to continue in the SEALs without endangering the members of his team. He had stayed in the Navy until reaching the rank of Commander and then retired. Since then he had been a high school teacher and football coach before being offered the job at the Washington Academy, where he hoped to help develop the athletic abilities of the cadets.

"I'm obligated to tell you that you can file charges against Larry Cataline with the local police for assault and battery," Guy said to Robbie. "I witnessed a criminal attack and maybe you want a lawyer or your uncle to talk to."

Robbie broke down. He had tried to hold back his tears, but his emotions overflowed.

"I don't want a lawyer and I sure don't want Uncle Dave to know what just happened," Robbie sobbed. "I've just fucked up any chance of staying here!"

"You didn't do anything wrong I tell you," Guy said softly trying to soothe the boy. "You defended yourself and Larry Cataline is the one who's in trouble. Please just relax and let me handle this."

Robbie let Guy hug him and tried to calm down. He was embarrassed that he had broken down and cried in front of a staff member at the academy. He was sure that Mr. Stephens thought he was a baby for his reaction.

"I've been here for two years, and I've never heard of a cadet attacking a plebe like this," Guy told Robbie. "You have every right to be upset. I'm so pissed myself right now that I want to kick Cadet Cataline's ass! You have martial arts skills that even the First Class Cadets won't learn! Please! Be calm and we can talk about your options."

Robbie accepted the handkerchief from Guy Stephens, wiped the tears from his eyes and blew his nose. He didn't want to return the soiled handkerchief and wished that he hadn't blown his nose in it.

"You can keep that handkerchief," Guy said. "I think Cataline will need more than a hanky to take care of his face after the way you kicked his ass! This is a hell of a way for a plebe to start out here, but I'm gonna take good care of you, just like your uncle did for me!"

The soothing voice of the Athletic Director had finally had its desired effect. Robbie finally calmed down and apologized for crying. In spite of what had been said, he was sure that Mr. Stephens thought he was a baby and wished that he'd never come to the academy.

"Let's head back to your dorm and get you settled in," Guy said. "Please don't say anything about what happened here. I'll handle Cadet Cataline!" He was determined to help this special plebe realize that the academy was a place of honor. When they got back to the Jefferson Dorm, Guy helped Robbie unpack his duffle bag and get settled while other cadets were bringing new plebes into the dormitory. Several cadets saw their football coach attending to a new plebe and wondered why the plebe deserved special attention. They would find out the next day.

Robbie was still upset, but trying to calm down more after the altercation with Lawrence Cataline. He introduced himself to the other new plebes and was pleased that their guides were all friendly and helpful. He was surprised when a tall, dark-skinned guy dumped his duffle bag on the bed next to his and introduced himself. Robbie shook the hand of the tall guy with straight black hair and dark eyes and quickly realized that the new arrival was a Native American.

"My name's Tracker Whitestone," the tall youth said while shaking hands with Robbie. "This is my guide, Keith Philips."

"Wow!" Robbie exclaimed. "Tracker's a cool name! My name's Robert Mathews, but my friends call me Robbie." He shook hands with both guys and was pleased at how they greeted him. He was finally beginning to relax after the altercation and hoped that no one would find out what happened.

Tracker smiled and hoped that he and the blonde boy would be friends. He was afraid that his heritage might meet with some racism, but he thought maybe he would have at least one friend in this handsome blonde guy. He was the first one in his family to go to the Washington Academy, and he was determined to graduate with honors.

Guy Stephens was pleased by the way the young men were greeting each other. He had to return to his office to write up a report about the incident in the training room, so he asked, "Cadet Philips, can you be the guide for both Mr. Whitestone and Mr. Mathews?

"YES SIR!" Keith Philips replied.

Guy realized that his request was very unusual and decided to add, "Cadet Cataline is no longer available to guide Mr. Mathews."

Keith didn't like Larry Cataline, and correctly guessed that the renegade cadet had broken some rule. He waited for Mr. Stephens to leave before asking Robbie, "What happened to Cadet Cataline?"

Robbie didn't want to lie to his new friends, but he had given his word to Mr. Stephens to keep quiet about the altercation in the training room.

"Cadet Cataline and I don't seem to like each other," Robbie replied honestly.

"What did that shithead do now?" Keith Philips asked. "It's just us guys talking right now. Larry Cataline has always been a jerk! I hope you don't judge the cadets or the academy by the way he acts. What happened?"

"Sir, I gave my word to Mr. Stephens that I wouldn't say anything," Robbie explained, showing his respect for an upperclassman. "Please don't ask me to break my promise."

Keith knew that the promise of a cadet was never given carelessly. He also knew that all plebes were expected to read the "Honor Code" before coming to the academy, and it was obvious that Plebe Mathews had done so and was following the code.

"Let's take a tour of the academy before supper" Keith said. He still wondered what Larry Cataline had done and hoped the jerk would finally be expelled. He led the two plebes back to the reception hall and asked them to wait while he took care of some business.

Robbie and Tracker walked around the Hall of Honor and read the information about each hero pictured. They were both excited about their first day at the academy and shared their anxieties during their brief tour.

"Cataline just fucked up again," Keith whispered to Drew Anderson. "I don't know what he did, but Mr. Stephens seemed really pissed and he asked me to be the guide for Plebe Mathews."

"You can't be the guide and big brother for two plebes," Drew whispered back. Other plebes were arriving and he diverted them to other cadets at the table while he whispered with Keith.

"Just put me down as his guide," Keith said quietly. "Things will get sorted out when we find out what Larry did. I'll take both guys for the rest of the tour while you get back to work."

Drew nodded and used the computer terminal to update the file for Robert David Mathews. Drew was a member of the Tribunal, so he was hoping that Larry would be brought up on formal charges. Most of the cadets were honorable young men, but Larry was an exception. Charges had been brought against Larry in the past, but they only resulted in detention and loss of privileges. With the graduation of the senior class, Drew was a new addition to the Tribunal, and he was determined to enforce the Honor Code.

Robbie and Tracker took the maps offered by Keith Philips and followed the cadet around the campus. They were both impressed by the beauty of the grounds and the buildings where they would attend classes. The buildings were old but were in excellent condition. Each classroom was spotless and contained "state of the art" equipment. They were overwhelmed by the sheer size of the campus and knew that they would get lost trying to find their classes.

"My job as your guide is to show you around for the first week," Keith offered. "I'll make sure you don't get lost during Orientation Week, but after that you guys will be on your own. You'll have other plebes to help you find your classes, but don't be late! Any cadet that arrives late for a class or meal gets detention."

"What does detention mean?" Tracker asked.

"Let's sit here and talk," Keith said, leading the two young guys to a large fountain in front of the Jefferson Dorm. "Detention varies according to the offense" Keith began. "Being late for class usually results in standing at the front of the room for the duration of the class if you don't have a late pass. Classes usually last 2 hours, and standing up at attention that long really hurts your legs. Showing disrespect to an upperclassman can result in getting your ass whacked with a paddle or being added to the D. T. Squad. D. T. stands for 'detention' and the squad is assigned undesirable chores like cleaning the 'heads' (toilets), K. P. (kitchen patrol) where you wash pots and pans, or doing hard work around the campus. We're a band of brothers here at the academy and we always stick together and try to keep each other out of trouble. Breaking the rules can result in being confined to your quarters or writing reports on your improper actions that you have to read in front of your plebe buddies during a class. If a cadet does something serious, he can be brought in front of the Tribunal. The Tribunal is a group of five second and first class cadets who were elected to serve like judges. It's a formal hearing where the charges are read, testimony is taken, and a verdict's issued. The Tribunal can recommend punishment ranging from detention to expulsion from the academy. The administration has the final say, but they usually honor the verdict of the Tribunal. I hope that neither of you ever have to be brought in front of the Tribunal. Your big brother will be disgraced if you screw up, and he'll help you learn the rules so you stay out of trouble."

Robbie was upset. He wondered if he would be taken before the Tribunal for the altercation with Larry Cataline in the training room. Mr. Stephens had told him that he wasn't in trouble, but he was still concerned.

"I read in the handbook that cadets don't 'rat' on their fellow cadets," Robbie began. "If a cadet's called in front of the Tribunal, is he expected to tell the truth or lie to protect another cadet?"

"Good question!" Keith said with a smile. "When you're testifying in front of the Tribunal you have to tell the truth. If a cadet's broken the Honor Code, he's dead meat! Breaking the Code is a very serious offense. Any cadet asked to testify has to honor the Code and only speak the truth to the Tribunal. It isn't considered 'ratting' when you're bound by the Code to respond honestly to questions from any of the Tribunal members."

"What happens if a cadet's a racist?" Tracker asked. He had noticed that most of the cadets were white, and he was concerned that he would be discriminated against.

"We have guys of all races and religions here," Keith answered honestly. "We embrace diversity in all areas, including life styles. This is a tough academy to get into. Every plebe is screened for leadership, academics and athletics. You've already passed the first test by being offered a scholarship to attend the academy instead of going to a regular high school. Any cadet who makes racial slurs or criticizes the life style of another cadet can be expelled. We won't tolerate racism in any form whatsoever!"

"What do you mean by lifestyles?" Robbie asked.

"Some cadets are atheists," Keith replied. "We have guys here who are gay, bi-sexual or straight in their sexual preferences. No cadet can be forced to do anything against his personal or moral beliefs. We have places on campus for guys to practice their own religion and support groups for alternate life styles. Each of the five dormitories has a message center where notices are posted for each support group. The Honor Code is very clear that attending any support group or religious service cannot be used to criticize any cadet. The fastest way to expulsion is violating any portion of the Honor Code. I'm bi-sexual. Normally we don't offer that information to plebes or other cadets. I'm just being honest with you guys in sharing that information."

Robbie was shocked. Keith was a handsome guy with dark red hair and beautiful green eyes and could get any girl he wanted. Learning that Keith was bi-sexual was a pleasant surprise. His mind wandered back to the times that he and Donnie had explored their sexuality. He remembered when he and Donnie had lost their virginities to the two girls, Carrie and Shannon when they were 12. It was a few days later when he and Donnie jerked each other off for the first time. Their adolescent curiosity continued with frequent jerk-off sessions and then to sucking each other to orgasm. The thoughts caused his dick to twitch and he shook his head to clear his mind. He sure didn't want to pop wood in front of his two new friends, but his dick had a mind of its own!

Keith noticed that Robbie was deep in thought. He smiled when he saw Robbie try to discretely rearrange the bulge in the front of his thin blue shorts. He wondered if the cute blonde would be receptive to gay advances and silently wished that he could remain as Robbie's big brother. Many of the big brother/little brother relationships had developed into intimacy that led to gay sex. He looked at Robbie's face and took note that the young guy had very blonde eyebrows. He wondered if Robbie's pubic hair was the same golden color. That thought made his dick stir in his slacks as well, and he diverted the attention of the two boys by pointing to a shuttle bus, while he adjusted his semi-erect dick to a less revealing position.

"All the shuttle buses circle the campus in 10 minute intervals," Keith said. "Cadets are expected to walk between classes unless their next class is across the campus. One of the privileges that can be taken away is your bus pass. When you see a cadet running across campus, you can be sure that he did something to get his bus pass pulled."

Robbie had turned to look at the shuttle bus, but had noticed out of the corner of his eye that Keith was adjusting his package. From the sizeable bulge, he correctly guessed that Keith had a whopper concealed in the expertly pressed slacks.

"I'm sure that you've read the handbook, but I'll still remind you of the different ranks of the cadets," Keith said. "Each new freshman is called a plebe. 300 guys are starting orientation with you, but the summer physical training and testing always results in guys calling it quits to return to civilian life. Summer training's very intense, and you'll be pushed to the limit to prove that you're worthy of becoming a cadet. You'll be denied sleep and taken through many obstacle courses to test your mind and body. No one has ever died during Summer Training, but many guys will give up by ringing the bell. 'Ringing Out' ends your career at the academy. The plebe will be immediately escorted to his dorm, his clothes will be packed, and he'll be taken off the grounds of the academy. It's not uncommon for 50 or more plebes to 'ring out' before Summer Training and Hell Week's over. I hope that both of you make it through the summer and become a Cadet Fourth Class. Freshmen are fourth class and called plebes, sophomores are third class, juniors are second class, and seniors are first class. It's rare, but a cadet can be 'busted' down a full rank by disciplinary action. He has to earn the right to be promoted back to his original rank within two months or he's expelled."

"Have you ever been busted or in detention?" Tracker asked.

Keith smiled and replied honestly, "Yes, I've been in detention. No one's perfect and detention is common. I know every 'head' on campus from having to clean them! My big brother graduated last month, and he said he'd never seen a cadet get in so many scrapes!"

"What did you do?" Robbie asked.

"We all like to pull practical jokes, but I always seemed to get caught," Keith admitted. "Most of my pranks were aimed at other cadets, but a couple times the pranks ended up embarrassing a staff member. I won't tell you exactly what I did, but you'll learn how guys can have fun without breaking the Honor Code."

Robbie knew of some great pranks that Navy guys pulled on their buddies. Life on military bases was a mixture of strict rules and guys just having fun. He would wait before he pulled any of the pranks that he had learned.

"It's chow time!" Keith said when he heard the announcement on the speakers that broadcasted across the entire academy. "You're expected to eat at your dorm for all meals unless an upperclassman invites you to chow at his dorm. Normally the plebes sit at the back of the chow hall and get served last, but today you get special treatment. Don't get used to it! On Monday, you'll be relegated to the lowest status on campus and will sit in the back and hit the chow line after all upperclassmen are served. We'll teach you table manners before Monday, and expect you to display proper manners or get your first taste of discipline!"

Robbie and Tracker followed Keith into Jefferson Hall and up to the chow line. They were both impressed with the food that was offered to them by the cadets in the serving lines. They filled their trays and followed Keith to a table nearly filled with other plebes and their guides. Robbie was quiet during the meal and listened to the banter between the other plebes and upperclassmen. The food was fantastic and he was full when Keith led him and Tracker to the front of the dining hall where they placed their trays on a conveyor belt.

"If you have a meal with your big brother or another upperclassman, you're expected to take his tray up here before delivering your own. If you forget, you'll probably end up in the kitchen washing dishes or get your ass whacked" Keith said. "Let's head back to your dorm and see if your uniforms are ready."

Robbie saw the other plebes heading for their dorms with their guides. He felt guilty for interfering with the relationship between Tracker and Keith and wondered if Lawrence Cataline would be his guide and big brother after all.

"Mathews and Whitestone" Keith said to the cadet manning the uniform crib. He handed Tracker a collection of uniforms in a plastic bag and then gave Robbie his package; all had been freshly laundered.

Robbie and Tracker both wanted to examine their uniforms and try them on, but Keith told them to wait until they got to their dorm. Both guys were excited and tried to look at the uniforms during the trip up to the third floor.

"Hang your uniforms in your locker" Keith instructed. "Each plebe gets two sets of T-shirts and shorts, two sets of sweats, two sets of casual gray uniforms, two dress blue uniforms, and two dress white uniforms. You should have packages of socks, boxers, and undershirts included in your kit. Most guys here wear boxers, but you can get tighty-whities if you want them. You should also find a stencil with your initials and last name for marking everything but your dress uniforms. We use a permanent marker to mark the tags on your dress uniforms. I need you to try on the dress uniforms to make sure they fit properly. There shouldn't be any problem with the 'grubs'. That's what we call the clothing we wear during P. T. (Physical Training) or work details."

This was the moment Keith was waiting for. He was going to see the nearly nude bodies of the two handsome plebes when they tried on their dress uniforms. He continued talking while Robbie and Tracker started undressing.

"Your uniforms are clean but not pressed," Keith said. "It's your responsibility to keep your clothing and uniforms clean, pressed, and all of your brass polished. After we make sure your uniforms fit, I'll take you down to the commissary to get your tennis shoes, dress shoes, and work boots. Your footwear has to be kept clean and dress shoes have to be polished to a mirror shine. Work boots have to be clean but not shined."

Robbie saw other plebes undressing and stripped down to his boxers. He didn't like wearing briefs and was pleased that he would be able to wear boxers at the academy. He saw that the other plebes kept their boxers or briefs on to try on the uniforms and did the same.

Keith was pleased at the bulges he saw in the front of the boxers worn by Tracker and Robbie. He really wanted to see both young guys nude, but figured that he would see them nude in the future. He noticed that Tracker had no body hair, even in his armpits and guessed correctly that Native Americans had little or no body hair. When Robbie was removing his blue shorts, socks and tennis shoes, Keith could see a beautifully sculptured body with small patches of blonde hair in his armpits and a thin blonde treasure trail extending from his navel down inside the boxers. Robbie was obviously in great shape, and that would help him during the Summer Training.

Tracker was excited about trying on his new uniforms. He hoped that no one would tease him about not having any hair on his body except for his head and above his cock. He had never shaved in his entire life and felt self-conscious.

Keith was pleased that the dress uniforms fit perfectly, and told both guys to put on the sweat outfits and white socks. He also told them to carry a pair of the black socks for proper fit of their dress shoes before leaving the dorm area.

During the time the plebes were trying on their uniforms and being fitted with their footwear, Guy Stephens was in his office writing a report. He was upset about what he had witnessed in the Training Room and was determined that Cadet Cataline would face formal charges in front of the Tribunal. He had telephoned Chancellor Brown and received approval for preparing formal charges against Larry Cataline. Any staff member could prepare formal charges, but considering the influence of General Cataline, Guy wanted to prepare his boss. He also had a surprise for Derrick Harmon, the Assistant Athletic Director.

Robbie and Tracker carried their new shoes and boots back to their dorm where plebes were being instructed on how to properly make their "rack" or bed and how to fold and store their clothing in their locker. Robbie had always kept his clothes folded in the Navy fashion, and expertly stowed his gear in his locker. Other plebes needed a lot of instruction, and Robbie patiently waited for Tracker to learn from Keith.

"It's 2100 hours," Keith said to Robbie and Tracker. "You guys have one hour of free time before 'lights out'. Enjoy the free time and the last night of quality sleep before chow in the morning. Reveille is at 0600 and you're expected to do the 3 S's by 0630 and be downstairs in line for chow. In case you don't know what the 3 S's are, they're 'shit, shower and shave'. We might cut you some slack the first couple of days, but don't be late for chow or you'll go hungry!"

"I don't shave," Tracker admitted.

"You do now!" Keith replied. "Even if you guys only scrape off some peach fuzz, you're gonna shave every morning! Any plebe not clean-shaven like the ass on a newborn baby will end up losing every hair on his body! Upperclassmen will love the chance to shave your entire body, especially your pubes! If you don't want to be a cue ball and maybe attend classes nude, you'll be clean and dressed properly. That includes brushing your teeth and combing your hair. After tomorrow morning, you won't have to worry about combing your hair for the rest of the summer!"

Both Tracker and Robbie knew that their heads would be shaved during orientation. Tracker didn't want to lose his long black hair that hung below his shoulders. He was a full-blooded Cherokee, and long hair was considered a source of strength. Robbie didn't want to lose his golden blonde hair either, and he had only shaved a few times in his entire life. They both groaned, and that made Keith laugh.

"Chill out guys!" Keith said. "Every plebe has lost his hair during orientation. You'll survive and when you finish Hell Week, you can start growing you hair back, but it will never be allowed to look like it does now! I'll see you for chow in the morning," Keith said before leaving his two plebes. He had a meeting to attend for all of the cadets with plebes in their care. The meeting would be held in the Amphitheatre, and he didn't want to be late.

Drew Anderson saw Keith leaving the third floor dorm and ran up to walk with his buddy.

"Did you hear anything about Cataline?" Drew asked Keith. "I asked around, but no one seems to know anything. He left the reception hall with Mathews, so I bet that little dude knows something."

"Mathews won't talk about it," Keith said quietly while they walked together towards Washington Hall. "I asked him, and he said that Mr. Stephens told him to keep quiet. He made a promise to Mr. Stephens and was polite in saying he couldn't break his promise. I think he's gonna be a great plebe! I did find out that Cataline is confined to quarters. His roomies don't know anything, but I heard he has two black eyes and a bunch of bruises. Something big is going down!"

Keith and Drew had just found seats in the Amphitheatre when Chancellor Brown walked out on the stage and up to the podium. All of the cadets stood at attention when they saw the highest-ranking member of the administration walk in along with the rest of the school administrators.

"At ease gentlemen!" Vincent Brown announced into the microphone. He looked around at the sea of bright faces and marveled at the handsome men in their dress white uniforms. He waited for the cadets to be seated before he continued. "I trust that you gentlemen are helping our new plebes get settled into our brotherhood, and I have a few announcements. You all know the plans for the first day of formal orientation tomorrow. We only get one chance to make a good first impression, and it's my sad duty to inform you that the Tribunal will be needed in my conference room at 1400 hours tomorrow. I won't go into any details, even though I know all of you'd like that. I'll just say that a report has been presented to me with charges of violation of our Honor Code. We'll all be wearing grubs tomorrow morning for P. T. but dress whites are required for the Tribunal members. Let's get down to business."

Chancellor Brown turned the microphone over to his staff members who each described a portion of the orientation plans for Saturday. The cadets listened, but they were all wondering who was being charged in front of the Tribunal. They knew they weren't allowed to turn and look around the audience to see which cadet was missing. The missing cadet would be the one being charged. Keith and Drew were pretty sure that it was Lawrence Cataline, and they both hoped that the jerk would be expelled.

Robbie and Tracker introduced themselves to the other guys in their 20-man dorm room and then headed down the hall to look at the study hall, toilets, shower rooms, and break center. They loved seeing the new Dell computers and shelves of reference books in the study hall. They had been to the Robert E. Lee Library during the tour of the campus and knew that they could study there if they needed additional reference books. Time passed quickly until they heard the bell announcing 15 minutes until "lights out". They quickly returned to their dorm room and grabbed their kits to brush their teeth and drain their bladders before bed.

Most of the 300 plebes spent a restless night in their beds. They were all excited about their first full day at the academy and most of them were awake when reveille sounded.

"Drop your cocks and grab your socks!" Cadet Leon Harris announced to a room filled with sleepy plebes. Normally the plebes would be required to jump out of their rack and stand at attention at the foot of their bed, but they would learn that requirement during the day.

Leon smiled but tried to maintain a professional demeanor when he saw most of the young guys get out of bed with morning erections. There was no room for modesty at the academy, but many of the guys tried to hide their morning wood before realizing that most of their dorm buddies had the same problem.

"Make sure your plebe buddies are ready for inspection or all of you will go without morning chow!" Leon ordered.

Several other cadets had walked into the dorm to make sure the plebes were up. Drew Anderson was one of the cadets checking out the large bulge in the front of Robert Mathews' boxers. He was pleasantly surprised to see a long thick bulge in the front of Robbie's boxers and wished that the young plebe were nude. He watched Robbie grab his kit and stared at the cute bubble butt when the dude walked across the hall to the toilet area. The firm ass made his mouth water!

Many of the cadets were "window shopping", checking out the morning wood and bodies of the new plebes. Drew watched all of the young guys but spent most of his time watching Robert Mathews. "This cute blonde is awesome!" Drew thought again. "I wonder if he has blonde pubes?"

He was going to leave the toilet area in the hope that none of the plebes would notice the boner pushing out the front of his sweats, but the sight of Robert Mathews slipping off his boxers to head into the shower room caught his attention. He tried to stifle a gasp when he saw a beautiful circumcised cock about 5 inches long swinging under a patch of golden blonde pubic hair. He quickly scoped out the young body and saw nothing but muscles! Not only was Plebe Mathews "drop dead cute" but also he was packing a whopper of a dick and balls! Drew quickly stored the images of Plebe Mathews' physical beauty in his mind and wondered if he had time to head for his own room to whack off a batch of baby pudding.

To be continued.....

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