Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 20:12:38 +0000 From: Jacob Latson Subject: Washington Academy10 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 10 The Three Amigos Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were watching the football practice with Tracker Whitestone at quarterback and Robbie Mathews playing wide receiver. They both saw the chemistry between the two plebes and how successful they were together against the first string defensive players. "Tracker's gonna be great!" Derrick said to his boss and best friend. "Anderson has the size and experience, but Tracker's the future after Drew graduates. Mathews is small and light, but he'll grow some more. My two nephews will be here next year if they stop fighting with each other, and that will give the football team and basketball team a real lift. Their both 6 feet 7 inches tall right now and growing like weeds. I don't know how my sister and her husband can afford to feed them!" "If things work out, we'll have the best recruiting class in the history of this academy," Guy added. "Vince has approved the increase in plebes to 340, and with the changes in Summer Training and Hell Week, we should retain about 300 boys. We have some 'ringers' coming that should turn our league on its heels! I told you that I saw Darrian Thomas play in a middle school game where he scored six touchdowns! He already weighs 175 pounds and is the fastest kid I've ever seen! His mother is convinced that Darrian needs the discipline that we offer, even though he'll have to leave Louisiana to be a cadet. They live in a nasty area of New Orleans that is controlled by teenaged gangs, but Darrian has been able to stay out of trouble. When I was down there, I couldn't believe that people live in such poverty and crime. I'll make sure he gets a good cadet for a big brother who will help him adjust to life in Michigan. We have some great players for this year, but I think next year will be the best year for sports in the history of the academy." "Terry Pahls is doing a great job of recruiting runners and baseball players too," Derrick said. "It would be great to see our boys win a league championship in cross country, track, or baseball. I love coaching here with you! I bet every high school coach in the nation wishes that he could coach here. We get the cream of the crop, and everyone's jealous!" The two coaches continued to talk about the future of their teams while they watched the second string offense move the ball against the first team defense. They were both impressed with the running of Pat Leahy and the passing of Tracker Whitestone, but they didn't want to give the freshmen a big head by praising their performances too high. Guy Stephens blew his whistle to call all of the cadets to the sidelines. He was thrilled with the progress of his team and complimented his players before sending them to the showers. "The final cuts for the team will be posted tomorrow," Guy said to the players. "Not all of you will make the cut, but you all worked hard and we thank you!" "You did great!" Robbie said to Tracker in the showers. "Drew better work his ass off, or you'll take away his starting position!" "Thanks buddy," Tracker replied. "Drew's ready for college ball right now, but I have a lot to learn from him and Coach Stephens. I hope we both make the team, but with so many talented players, we might have to wait until next year. When I was in middle school, I never got any protection to make a pass. I was always running for my life, and these linemen are fantastic! You and I seem to click, and you're gonna be a great receiver and defensive back. My parents, brother and sister will be here for 'Parents' Weekend' and I hope I make the team and get in the game against Traverse City West. I miss Kansas City and my family, but my little brother is the one I miss the most. Hunter's been depressed ever since I left home, so I talk to him as much as possible." "I miss my aunt and uncle too," Robbie admitted. "The final cut list will be posted tomorrow, but I think we'll both make the football team. I'm excited about wearing a Washington Academy football uniform. Drew told me about his sister and I want to meet her too, even though she's mentally and physically handicapped. My uncle is excited about playing golf with Harmon and Stephens and my aunt is chomping at the bit to go shopping and gamble at the casino. It sounds like a great weekend for everyone, and I want to meet your little brother and sister. I really like their names!" "My parents are excited about seeing the academy grounds," Tracker offered. "They couldn't be here for Orientation because of my dad closing a big real estate deal, so they promised to be here for Parents' Weekend. Crystal just turned 12, and she's excited about being around all the guys here on campus. I think her hormones are already raging, so I'll have to watch her closely. Hunter's turning 11 and puberty is starting for him too. He told me that he's starting to get pubes, so the little dude's probably jerking his little dick raw!" "I've always wished that I had a brother or sister," Robbie admitted. "It's weird, but I hardly remember my parents. My aunt and uncle sacrificed everything to raise me, and I don't know how I can repay them." "I met your aunt and uncle," Tracker replied. "They worship the ground you walk on! All you have to do is be yourself, and everyone will be happy. If you want a little brother, just wait a couple years and you'll get one here at the academy. Until then, I bet Hunter will hang on you like a vine when he meets you." "I've lived on Navy bases all my life," Robbie replied. "Uncle Dave is a Captain, but I know in my heart that he could have made Admiral if I wasn't his responsibility. He loved my dad so much that he gave up promotions to give me some stability by not moving around the world. Men like Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon know more about my uncle than I do, especially when it comes to his time in the SEALs. I hope that someday I'll be a SEAL, and maybe then my uncle will be honest with me about his past. I can sense that he went through some intense shit that he's hiding from my aunt and me. I'm serious about building my body so I can pass the intense training to become a SEAL and serve my country. It's something that I have to do." "I've read about the SEALs," Tracker said. "The training is so intense that only 3 out of 1000 pass, and that's after the physical and mental screening. I believe that you can accomplish anything that you set your mind on. You're a great guy, and I'm proud to be your friend." "Thanks, buddy," Robbie replied. "Let's get dressed and find Trip so we can relax and figure out a way to harass our Big Brothers!" Drew Anderson returned to his dorm room and found that his bed was missing. He waited for his roommates to return and asked their help to find his bed and contents of his locker. He correctly guessed that his Little Brother Robbie was involved, especially after hiding Robbie's books and filling his backpack with bricks. The four Second Class cadets searched the dorm and then asked other upperclassmen to help them find Drew's possessions. "I found your car keys hanging on the bulletin board," Keith Phillips said to Drew. "No one else here on campus has a key chain like yours, so I knew they were your keys. Why would anyone put your keys there?" "SON OF A BITCH!" Drew screamed. "If anyone touched 'The Beast' I'll kill them!" The group of Second Class cadets ran for the bus stop and boarded the shuttle. They got off the bus near the parking deck and ran up the steps to the second floor where Drew kept his powerful Firebird covered and stored. When the guys looked across the parking deck they found the Firebird parked in an alcove at the far end of the parking deck. It was parked sideways in an area between the stairway and the wall of the parking deck, with Drew's bed strategically placed in front. A pipe rack held all of his uniforms and contents of his locker. "How the fuck did they get the car in there?" Keith asked. There was less than a foot of clearance between the front and rear bumpers of the muscle car and the walls of the parking deck. None of the cadets could believe that the car had been driven into the tight area, and tried to figure out how to get it out. "I bet that my Little Brother did this!" Drew exclaimed. "How could they move my car into that tight place and get my bed and clothes across campus?" "The bigger question is how will we get it out?" Keith offered. "Look at your car! It's been waxed and even the tires are shining! You always keep it clean, but it looks like it's ready for a car show!" Drew was relieved to see that his car wasn't damaged, but couldn't figure out how to get it out of the tight alcove without damage. He decided that he had to admit defeat to Robbie and beg his Little Brother for a way to move the car out of the tight area without damage. Robbie was talking to Tracker and Trip when the group of Second Class cadets came into their dorm. He was afraid that the angry cadets would start a fight, but was relieved when Drew asked to talk to him in private. "Okay, you busted my balls!" Drew said to Robbie in the hallway. "I hid your books and filled your backpack with bricks, but I didn't think you would end up with detention for not having your homework to turn in. Please help me get 'The Beast' out of that corner and I'll promise not to pull any pranks on you again." "Chancellor Brown would nail both of us if he hears we've pulled pranks," Robbie admitted. "My teachers let me turn in the homework late, but I lost a full grade on each assignment. Please don't make it harder for me to get good grades. I'll never be able to get straight A's like you, but I'm studying hard." "I'm sorry, Robbie," Drew replied. "I didn't think!" Robbie accepted Drew's apology, but refused to reveal who had helped him move Drew's bed, clothing and car into the tight area. He explained how four hydraulic jacks with wheels had been used to lift the Firebird and roll it into the alcove. Drew made his cadet buddies promise not to retaliate against the plebes who he knew had helped Robbie pull the prank. He noticed the smirks on the faces of Trip and Tracker, and knew that the Three Amigos had masterminded the prank. Several plebes joined their Big Brothers in going to the Automotive Industries garage to retrieve the hydraulic jacks. They all joked and teased Drew about admitting defeat to a lowly plebe, but quit when he threatened to kick their asses. The shuttle bus driver smiled when he saw the plebes carrying the hydraulic jacks back on his bus. Earlier in the day he had questioned the same plebes on why they needed the jacks, but laughed when he heard what they had planned. Everyone on the campus staff liked pranks, and would share what they knew with their friends. He had also allowed the plebes to transport the bed and uniforms and had laughed when Robbie, Tracker and Trip had revealed their plans. Drew was relieved when his powerful car was slid out of the tight area. He had noticed the expert wax job that had been applied, and was equally shocked when he saw the interior. All of the vinyl and leather had been treated, and all of the carpet was spotless. He fired up the engine and was relieved that nothing had been done to the power train of "The Beast". When the powerful car was back in it's regular parking spot, Drew was pleased to see Robbie, Tracker and Trip helping to cover his pride and joy. He thanked the "Three Amigos" and promised no retaliation from him or his cadet buddies. The next day, the final cut was posted for the football team. Robbie and Tracker were thrilled when they saw that they had both made the team, and celebrated with their Big Brothers. Robbie ran for the pay phone and quickly dialed the number for his aunt and uncle. Marie answered the phone when Robbie screamed, "I made the football team!" "Oh, Robbie, that's wonderful!" Marie replied. "Let me get David so we can all talk! We're both so proud of you!" David Mathews had been a running back on the George Washington Academy football team, and had prayed that his nephew would make the team. He knew that the academy was filled with gifted athletes, and making any varsity team was very difficult. He ran for his office after hearing his wife announce the fantastic news, and wanted to hear the details from Robbie. "I'm second string defensive back and third string wide receiver!" Robbie screamed with joy. "I'm so excited that I can't talk!" "We're both proud of you!" David replied. "We'll send you some money so you can celebrate with your buddies! I hope you get to play in the game on Parents' Weekend! We wouldn't miss that game for anything in the world!" "Mr. Stephens and Mr. Harmon are constantly telling me how much they want to play golf with you!" Robbie admitted. "Chancellor Brown is gonna join you guys! I can't wait for you to get here!" David and Marie were thrilled that Robbie had called with the great news, and the happy couple celebrated with a bottle of champagne and a romp in their king sized bed. They both missed having Robbie in their home, but they were thrilled that he was now at the same academy where David began his military career. When the football players got to the locker room for practice the next day, Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were waiting for them. The two coaches told the players to strip to their underwear and wait for them to return. The players were all anxious to begin practice and wondered why the coaches didn't want them to dress in the practice equipment and uniforms. "Gentlemen, we have a surprise for you!" Guy Stephens announced. "The Washington Academy has an Alumni Boosters' Club, and the boosters decided that our football team needs new uniforms. Here is what the uniforms look like!" The players were all excited and began cheering when David Benson came out wearing the new "home game" uniform. The pants were dark blue and glistened, the top was a matching blue with gold stripes around where the arms joined the shoulders, and the helmet was blue with a metal-flake finish and had gold and white stripes across the center and a flying eagle on each side. Adam Wentworth came out wearing the "away" uniform for football games scheduled at other schools. The pants were white with blue and gold stripes running down the sides, and the tops were white with gold and blue stripes around the arms. He was wearing the same design of helmet that David was wearing, and listened to the cheers of his exuberant teammates. "We have a team of specialists here from Nike," Derrick Harmon began. "All of you will be fitted with shoes for grass and artificial turf, jockstraps, protective cups, leg and shoulder pads, helmets, and jerseys. The specialists have a semi-truck filled with equipment, so we expect that everyone will get all the equipment that you will need today. After you get your home game uniforms on, you'll go outside where some ladies will mark your uniforms for alterations. We want the uniforms to fit snugly so our opponents won't have a loose uniform to grab onto. Numbers and names will be added to the uniforms. That's another change for this year! In the past, names weren't sewn on the backs of the uniforms, but our boosters suggested the change. I hope you all realize that this is a major investment in new equipment and remember to thank the boosters on Parents' Weekend." Robbie couldn't believe how beautiful the new uniforms were. He listened to the coaches split the players up into smaller groups to be fitted with the new equipment. He and Tracker were in the first group to be fitted for the athletic supporters and protective cups. He was so excited that his teenaged cock responded with a full boner. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to die, but the young man measured his waist and seemed to ignore the prominent bulge. "You won't be the only one that we have to fit for the cup later," the handsome young man said. "Come back after you get your shoes and we'll see if things are back to normal size." Robbie was embarrassed and tried to hide his arousal, but Drew blew his cover by saying, "It looks like my Little Brother is 'UP' for the new uniforms." The locker room erupted with laughter until the two coaches blew their whistles and ordered the players to shut up. They noticed that several other players were aroused and threatened "wind sprints" for any player teasing his teammates. Both of the coaches knew that a boy could spring "wood" at the most inopportune time, and were actually jealous. It took over two hours for the proper fitting of the equipment and uniforms. The most exciting part was when Robbie learned that he was assigned the number "17" for his new uniforms. The coaches had explained how groups of numbers were reserved for quarterbacks, running backs, wide receivers, linemen, linebackers, and defensive backs. The number "17" would identify him as either a wide receiver or defensive back. He carefully placed his pads, shoes and other equipment in his locker and couldn't wait until his helmet and uniforms were returned after being marked with the number "17". Guy and Derrick shared in the enthusiasm of their football players. The new equipment was needed, but the boosters pulled out all the stops by bringing Nike to the campus, along with Riddell who supplied the sparkling helmets. The equipment was the best that money could buy, and rivaled the best college uniforms in the nation. The coaches, physical trainers and managers had already been fitted for new uniforms, and everyone was excited to wear them for the first game of the year. "We may not win all of our games this year, but we'll look great!" Derrick said to his boss. "I wish we had the Traverse City West game later in the season," Guy admitted. "For the last four years, the winner of our first game won the league championship and went into the State Playoffs. Mike Bass is a great coach and friend to me, but on Labor Day Weekend, we're enemies!" "We've got a lot of returning lettermen from last year's State Championship team," Derrick replied. "Our linemen are solid, and Anderson, Benson and Chambers will lead the offense. Tyson Green is the best linebacker in the state, and I expect big plays out of Phillips and Kosmanski. Mike has a good quarterback in Richmond Adams and a great wide receiver in Leroy Bennett, but I think our guys can handle them." "Mike told me he's been having trouble with Bennett," Guy replied. "The kid has been reading his own press releases, and expects scholarship offers from the college football powerhouses. He's arrogant, but he's fast as lightning and has great hands. Kosmanski might not be able to stay with him, so we'll probably have to double cover Bennett. I don't like doing that!" "I'm the Defensive Coordinator, so let me worry about Bennett," Derrick replied. The two coaches continued talking about the strengths and weaknesses of their players while they left the campus for Whitman's Restaurant where they would join their wives and children. Many of the football players had trouble sleeping that night. They were all excited about the new equipment and uniforms and couldn't wait for the chance to wear them in the first game of the season. Robbie left his last class after lunch and hit the "head". He finished his "dump" and left the stall at the same time as Trip. "I didn't know we were dump buddies!" Robbie teased his smaller friend. He had noticed that Trip had been very quiet lately, and wondered if something was bothering him. He wondered why Trip didn't have a smart reply, but put his arm around his small friend while they walked to the locker room of the Grant Athletic Building. Trip never said a word, but seemed uncomfortable with the friendly arm around his neck, so Robbie removed it. Robbie and Trip undressed and held onto their Speedo suits when they entered the shower room. They had learned an embarrassing lesson when their Big Brothers had stolen their suits, and they weren't about to risk a repeat. David Burtram and Drew Anderson had promised not to hide their swimsuits, but the two plebes weren't taking any chances. Robbie could sense that something was bothering Trip, and decided to wait until after the swim training to ask him about the tension that he sensed. "Trip, have I done something to piss you off?" Robbie asked his friend when they left the Grant Athletic Building. Football practice wouldn't start for two hours, and he was determined to find out what was bothering his friend. "I don't want to talk about it," Trip replied. "Hey look!" Robbie exclaimed. "You're my buddy, and if I did something wrong, please tell me! Let's sit here in the Quad and talk this out!" He could see that Trip was upset and close to crying, and he was determined to find out what he had done wrong. "You didn't do anything wrong," Trip said. "I'm the one with the problem, and you can't help me! Just leave me alone!" "You and Tracker and I made a promise to be buds for life!" Robbie replied. "We're the Three Amigo's, and we stick together! Please talk to me so I can understand what's going on with you." "If I tell you the truth, you'll hate me!" Trip said while trying to get up and leave Robbie. "There is nothing in the world that could make me hate you!" Robbie replied while pulling Trip back onto the bench. "We made it through Hell Week, and we can make it through any crap that's bothering you now. Please trust me and tell me what's bothering you." Trip was upset and didn't know if he trusted his handsome friend enough to be honest. He looked at the face of Robbie Mathews and decided that he couldn't continue to hide his true feelings. "I'll tell you what's bothering me if you promise not to kill me!" Trip said. Robbie was shocked. He could never hurt his small friend, and couldn't imagine anything that would make Trip afraid of him. He promised not to hurt Trip if he was honest. "A lot of guys know that you're doing sex with Anderson, Phillips and Whitestone," Trip said. "You guys are all handsome as fuck, and could get any girl on the planet to spread her legs for you. I'm tiny, ugly, have red hair, a big nose and a tiny dick! No one wants me! I couldn't get laid with a thousand dollar bill taped to my forehead in a whorehouse!" "Jesus, Trip, everyone's different!" Robbie replied. "I won't lie to you. Yes, I'm having sex with some guys here at the academy, but I'm not a whore! I share sex with guys and bang a pussy when I get a chance. You are the best distance runner at the academy, and I'm proud to be your friend. It would be boring as hell if everyone looked the same. I think red hair is sexy, and I think you're handsome!" "Don't bullshit me!" Trip yelled at Robbie. "I look at the guys that I know you have sex with, and all of them are so handsome that they could be movie stars! If you want to hear the truth, I'll tell it to you. I have dreams about having sex with you! I dream of sucking your cock and eating your cum! I dream of you fucking my brains out! I know that you'd never be interested in me, but I can't stop dreaming about you! Now that you've heard my secret, will you just forget about me and leave me alone?" "Come with me!" Robbie said while he grabbed his friend. He felt Trip trying to pull away from him, but he was stronger and led his friend into the Grant Athletic Building and through the Martial Arts Room. Trip was crying when Robbie led him to the door of the Equipment Room. He knew that his plebe buddy was going to kick his ass, and he wanted to die for being honest in expressing his feelings. "Just kill me quickly!" Trip pleaded when Robbie unlocked the door and got him inside the storage room. He regretted ever telling Robbie the truth about his feelings and dreams, and expected the worse. "I never knew you were interested in me sexually," Robbie admitted. "I've always let the other guy make the first move before I did anything, but today's different." Robbie grabbed Trip and pinned him against the door of the storage room. He grabbed Trip's neck and turned it so their faces were aligned. He leaned down and planted his lips over Trip's. Trip's mouth opened with a loud moan that was stifled when Robbie's lips covered his. He felt Robbie's tongue invade his mouth and knew he was dreaming. The passionate kiss lasted several minutes, with both guys groping the butt and back of their friend. Trip broke away from the kiss and admitted to Robbie that he was close to orgasm. He was shocked when Robbie pulled away and dropped to his knees. He felt his blonde friend pull down his summer shorts and inhale the entire 4 1/2 inches of his throbbing cock. "I'm gonna cum!" Trip yelled when he felt Robbie's warm mouth and flickering tongue massaging his cockhead. He tried to pull his manhood out of Robbie's stimulating mouth, but was no match for the strength of his friend. He surrendered and felt his body emptying a huge wad of passion juice into his best friend's mouth. Robbie was shocked at the volume of cum that pumped into his mouth. He struggled to hold onto Trip's body while he gulped down the sweet nectar. Each guy he had blown had a different tasting load of semen, and Trip's was the sweetest. Of all of the guys Robbie had blown, Trip had blasted the largest supply of baby cream. He lost count of the blasts of cum that filled his mouth and tantalized his taste buds, but he was determined to eat every drop. "Oh God, Robbie!" Trip exclaimed. "Please stop sucking me or I'll die!" Robbie pulled away from Trip's cock after pushing the last few drops of semen out. The pearly liquid ran down the head and shaft of Trip's cock before he licked it off and gave the head one last slurp. He could hear Trip sobbing and knew that his little friend was going through a very intense emotional and physical experience. He helped Trip get to the mats on the floor and gently held his friend until the intensity passed. "I love you!" Robbie said while giving Trip a nice kiss on the lips. "I know you were afraid of me, but I hope you aren't anymore now that I blew you!" "I thought you would kill me or rat me out to every cadet on campus," Trip admitted. "I've always been the smallest guy in my grade, and I never expected a jock like you to be interested in my body." Robbie held Trip closely and wiped away his tears. He kept telling Trip how special he was and how much he valued their friendship. Trip finally calmed down and was ashamed of crying in front of Robbie. He tried to pull away, but Robbie wasn't done with his small friend. "You said that you dreamed about sucking my dick and having me fuck you," Robbie began. "I just proved that I don't hate you. My dick is trying to rip a hole in my shorts, and if you don't take care of it for me, I'll just whack off right here and now!" "Are you serious?" Trip asked. "Will you really let me suck you off?" Robbie answered by pulling down his shorts to reveal his 7 1/2 inches of throbbing meat. He started to jerk off, but his hand was quickly stopped by the gentle grip of Trip's right hand. "I can't believe that this is happening," Trip said. He started stroking the hard meat that he had dreamed about and couldn't believe that Robbie was letting him continue. He leaned down and licked the head of Robbie's cock before swallowing the glistening head. "Oh shit!" Robbie exclaimed when he felt his cock slide into Trip's mouth. "I'm not gonna last long if you keep this up!" Trip was in heaven! He was finally sucking the cock of the most handsome plebe at the academy, and he knew he must be dreaming. The cock was real, and his tastebuds were tantalized by the texture and flavor of his friend's intimate organ. If he died right that moment, he would die happy! "Lick my balls!" Robbie demanded. "If you keep sucking my dick, I'll explode!" Trip didn't want Robbie to cum too fast, and turned his attention to the two huge spheres inside Robbie's scrotum. He licked around the two globes and vacuumed each one into his warm mouth before releasing it to pay homage to the other one. He was stroking Robbie's throbbing cock and smeared the generous flow of precum over the head before licking and sucking the head dry. Robbie had been honest with Trip when he told his small friend that he was handsome. Trip's red hair was unusual, and a turn on for Robbie. Whenever Trip smiled, his entire face lit up, and Robbie saw how cute his friend really was. Yes, Trip has a large nose, but instead of making him ugly, the nose made his face distinctive. Robbie had surfed some porn sites and saw guys with small cocks who were in sex movies. He would show those sites to Trip so his small friend would realize that 4 1/2 inches didn't stop a guy from being a porn star, having a girlfriend, or being in a gay relationship. Trip was in heaven! He continued sucking Robbie's cock and was soon rewarded with several blasts of hot cum. He gulped down the tangy sauce and savored the unique flavor that was different from his own love juice. He gently finished Robbie off and prayed that their intimacy would continue in the future. Robbie finally pulled Trip's head away from his satisfied cock and cuddled with his little buddy. He kissed Trip on the lips and shoved his tongue inside Trip's mouth where he tasted his own seminal fluid. He wasn't done with his friend, and began kissing and licking Trip's neck, ears and shoulders. When his mouth reached Trip's nipple, a loud moan told him that he had reached a very erogenous zone. Trip was writhing around on the mats in total ecstasy from the stimulation of Robbie's tongue on his super-sensitive nipple. He moaned loudly when Robbie's mouth traveled further south to begin bathing his navel. Nothing in his entire life had been this stimulating. It was a relief when Robbie's warm mouth enveloped the entire length of his throbbing cock and began drinking the cum that was exploding out. When his orgasm subsided, he collapsed on the mat, unconscious. "I think you liked that!" Robbie teased when Trip regained consciousness. "Are you okay?" "I never knew my nipples were so sensitive!" Trip finally choked out. "I thought I was gonna die!" Before the two horny plebes left the storage room, they had both taken turns fucking their buddy. Robbie told Trip that other guys were interested in him sexually, and wanted to know if Trip was receptive. The wide grin on his friend's face gave him the answer he had hoped for. Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon put their players through the stretching exercises and warm-up program before starting scrimmages. They mixed the first and second string players in the scrimmages to see how their offense and defense players would react under actual game conditions. "Did you see that?" Derrick asked Guy. He had just watched Robert Mathews playing defensive back and intercepting a pass that Drew had intended for Justin Chambers. Both Justin and Drew were pissed that their timing was off, and that Robbie had taken the ball right out of Justin's hands. Guy Stephens was the Athletic Director, Head Football Coach, and also called all of the plays on offense. He chewed Drew out for throwing the pass too late and allowing the defensive back to recover and intercept the pass. "Anderson's pass was right on the money!" Derrick said to his boss in confidence. "Mathews is better than I ever expected! He's gonna grow and put on some more muscle, but he's got talent and natural athletic ability." "Don't let the guys hear you say that," Guy said. "You and I both know we have to keep pushing these guys to achieve their potential. You might want to put Mathews in to give Kosmanski a break once in a while during our games. He's small, but he's fast as hell!" The two coaches were excited about the first game of the season, and the planned golf outing with their friend and former SEAL trainer, David Mathews. The entire campus was alive with excitement! Comments are appreciated to the author at : Jacob_latson@hotmail.com Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com Comments are welcome to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com