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This story will describe the life of Robert David Mathews from his time as a teenager, through prep school, and into military service. If stories involving sex between consenting teenagers, including both straight sex and gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story for your reading pleasure. There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places, dates are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental. Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. I was not a SEAL and have limited knowledge of the force. I am writing this story from imagination and a little research, not from personal experience.
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Washington Academy Chapter 13 Healing Begins
On Wednesday, Guy Stephens was in his office in the Washington Hall building when Joyce Carlin buzzed him on the intercom. "You have a call on line 2 from Coach Mike Bass," she announced.
Guy Stephens was surprised to hear from his friend and hoped that they could heal the hostilities between their two high schools.
"Thanks for taking my call," Mike Bass said.
"We're still friends, so you don't have to thank me," Guy replied. "What can I do for you?"
"I called for several reasons," Mike said. "First, I wanted to know how Robert Mathews is doing. I know we talked about him on Sunday, but I was hoping that he's healing without any permanent damage. A kick in the groin's a nasty injury and fractured ribs don't heal fast. I hope he's improving and the doctors can heal his injuries."
"Robbie's still in a lot of pain, but he's a tough kid," Guy replied. "Dr. Miller and Dr. Hanlon both think he'll recover and won't have any permanent damage to his ability to become a father. Robbie's uncle is a very special friend of mine, and I've taken the boy under my wing to help him become a man like his uncle. Both of them are 'lethal weapons' when they get pissed.
You said you had several reasons for calling me. Cut to the chase and tell me what you really wanted when you called. You and I don't need to beat around the bush when we talk."
"I have a special favor to ask," Mike said. "Richmond Adams is one of my football co-captains, and he's also the Student Council President. He called a meeting of everyone connected to the football team, and then called a special meeting of the Student Council. He's a natural leader, and led a heated meeting with the football team. The players are all upset at losing the game to you, but they're royally pissed at Leroy Bennett and what his relatives did at the hospital. I want you to know that I kicked Bennett off my team and he's suspended from our school pending a hearing before the school board."
"I had a similar meeting with my players," Guy said. "Mathews spoke to his teammates about trying to patch things up before we have physical confrontations at the malls or in town. He's banged up, but he's acting like a man in telling his teammates to not blame all of the students at your school. He probably won't play football again this season, but he's a tough kid with a great attitude."
"I'm glad to hear that," Mike replied. "After the Student Council met, Richmond asked for a General Assembly of all students, and they endorsed the Student Council motion to reach out to your cadets to diffuse any hostilities. We have a special request, and I hope you'll give it some consideration."
"What's the request?" Guy asked.
"We have four co-captains on our football team, and they all want to visit your campus and talk to your entire student body," Mike replied. "They want to apologize for the attack at the game and also apologize for the fight at that party this past summer. Will you please consider it?"
"I had similar meetings with my team and all of the cadets," Guy replied. "Robbie spoke, and I've never been so proud of a cadet for what he said. He asked his buddies to get rid of their anger and realize that we all live in the same community and will have to avoid conflict. Some of the cadets are still pissed, but they know that Robbie is the one who has a right to be angry and he asked them to act responsibly and not bring dishonor to the Academy."
"What about the visit from my players?" Mike asked.
"It's a great idea!" Guy replied. "When do you want to come? I can arrange for any day of the week at any time."
It was Thursday afternoon when a large group of representatives from Traverse City West High School arrived at the George Washington Academy campus. They were escorted to the Amphitheatre and met Chancellor Vincent Brown and his entire staff. They looked at the empty Amphitheatre and wondered where the cadets were.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Vincent Brown began when he got to the microphone on the lectern, "I present to you, the cadets of the George Washington Academy!"
The guests were startled to hear the staccato beat of snare drums pounding out a marching cadence. Doors around the Amphitheatre opened, and nearly 1,000 impeccably dressed cadets marched in from all directions. The visitors watched in awe at the way the cadets marched in without uttering a single word to fill the rows of seats in the large meeting room. The combination of the deafening drum beat and the marching in step overwhelmed all of the visitors.
Vincent Brown was wearing his Army General uniform, and the members of his staff were wearing their respective uniforms. He looked out at the sea of handsome cadets dressed in their dark blue dress uniforms and was proud of them. When all of the cadets were standing in front of their seats, he saluted them before announcing, "Gentlemen, be seated!"
The cadets and Academy Staff listened to all four of the co-captains of the Traverse City West football team apologize for the events at the summer party, in the end zone of the football game, and at the hospital in Traverse City. Two female Student Council members also spoke and the cadets listened attentively. All of the speakers wanted students from both schools to treat each other with respect and try to be friends.
"I'd like Robert Mathews to come up to address our visitors," Vincent Brown announced.
Robbie knew that he'd be asked to speak, primarily because he was the cadet who had suffered the worse injuries from the tough football game. He normally would be seated at the back of the Amphitheatre with his plebe buddies, but for this significant meeting, all of the football players were sitting at the front of the crowd. He still had his right arm in the sling, and it was obvious to everyone that it was painful for him to walk up the steps to the stage. He'd listened carefully to the guests and believed that they were sincere in apologizing and wanting to avoid hostilities with his cadet buddies.
"I want to thank all of you for coming here today," Robbie began. "It took a lot of guts for you to come here to talk to us, and I want you to know that I don't blame you for what happened. In any group of people, there will be some who think and act differently. Some people resort to violence instead of acting maturely and walking away from confrontation. I started here in May, and since then, I've been shot and have been in two nasty fights. I'll have scars for the rest of my life, but please don't ask me to show them to you."
Everyone laughed, knowing that Robbie had been shot in the buttocks and wasn't going to drop his pants to show his scars. It helped break the tension in the Amphitheatre.
"I've met some of your students and I'd like to meet more of them," Robbie continued after the laughter died down. "I know that some of your students won't like me, but I hope that we can just accept our differences and not let things get out of hand. I promise to do my part in patching things up and avoiding conflict. Thanks again for coming here today to talk to me and my cadet buddies, and I hope we can be friends in the future."
Robbie walked over and offered his left hand to all of the visitors in a show of manners, with everyone standing and applauding him for his brief speech. He returned to his seat and listened to David Benson, captain of the football team echo his desires for preventing nasty confrontations between the students of the two schools.
Richmond Adams asked Chancellor Brown for another opportunity to address the cadets. He was pleased that Mr. Brown allowed him to speak.
"I speak for the football team and students of Traverse City West High School in thanking all of you for allowing us to come here today," he began.
"I'd like to have your football captain and Robbie Mathews come to an Assembly Meeting at our high school and talk to our student body. Mrs. Joyce LeMay's our principal, and she made it clear to all of our students that any physical confrontations with cadets from this Academy will result in expulsion. I've been very impressed with this campus and the way you cadets have treated us. I have to admit that when we got here and didn't see any cadets, I thought you guys had boycotted this meeting. The way you guys entered this auditorium was very impressive! I think that we can live peacefully in the same community if we understand each other better. Will you please consider a visit?"
Vincent Brown had never been more proud of the cadets when he saw the football players nodding their heads "Yes" to the offer of a visit, along with the clapping of all of the cadets.
"On behalf of the cadets of the George Washington Academy, we accept your invitation," Mr. Brown said. "Mrs. LeMay and I will work out the details, and I thank all of you for coming here today to visit with us. Cadets, YOU'RE DISMISSED!"
Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were proud of their football players for agreeing to the visit from the other school, and were even more proud when the entire team walked up on the stage to meet all of the visitors.
"I'd like you to call me sometime when you're feeling better," Lisa Watson said while slipping a small slip of paper into Robbie's hand. "My girlfriends will be green with envy when they meet you!"
Drew saw Robbie talking to the cute blonde and smiled. He was still uncomfortable with Robbie spending so much time during Parents' Weekend with his sister Jennifer, and he hoped that Robbie would find another girl to occupy his time.
The next day Guy Stephens, Derrick Harmon, Vincent Brown, Latrelle Norton, David Benson and Robbie traveled to the Traverse City West High School and met briefly with the Principal, Mrs. Joyce LeMay. She was honest and said a few of the students weren't happy about the visit, but the football players had offered to be ushers during the assembly to control any hecklers.
Robbie was nervous about entering "hostile territory" but knew that he'd be safe with the two Navy SEALs and the two First Class cadets who all had extensive martial arts training. He was waiting in the Principal's Office when Richmond Adams walked in and greeted him warmly.
"Thanks so much for coming!" Richmond said primarily to Robbie. "We can't put on a show like you guys did, and some jerks might try to interrupt the assembly, but my teammates will take care of them if that happens."
Robbie saw something in the way Richmond was looking at him, and shook his head to clear his mind. Richmond was 6 foot 2 inches tall and weighed about 220 pounds, had dark curly hair, blue eyes, and could only be described as a very handsome stud. Being the co-captain of the football team, quarterback, and Student Council President would ensure that this guy got a ton of pussy, but his eyes were locked on Robbie's, and at first it made Robbie uncomfortable. He looked at Richmond and imagined him nude, and that caused a painful movement in the front of his Dockers. All of the representatives of the Academy were in casual clothes, mainly because they knew the high school students would wear a variety of clothing from "preppy" to "grunge" or "Goth". The coaches wore sports coats, slacks and ties, but the cadets wore their casual uniforms that consisted of Dockers and Academy Polo shirts.
The student body was unruly until their Principal, Joyce LeMay, began speaking.
"Students, this week we had a General Assembly to discuss issues surrounding an incident last summer and at the football game on Labor Day Weekend," she began. A few students started to boo, but they quickly stopped when the football players approached them. "I won't tolerate any acts of disrespect to our visitors! The next person who shows disrespect will spend a week in detention!"
Guy Stephens and Derrick Harmon were uncomfortable in the auditorium, and longed for the order and discipline of the Academy campus. Some of the male students had long hair that almost reached their waists, and some of the students were dressed like slobs and acted like they were on drugs. It was a stark contrast to the clean-cut appearance of the cadets, and the respect that had been shown to the visitors the day before. They noticed the majority of the students dressed in very expensive "preppy" clothing, and displayed their social graces and respect for visitors, and that put both of them at ease.
"Yesterday I attended a meeting like this on the George Washington Academy campus, along with our football team co-captains and members of our Student Council," Mrs. LeMay continued. "We were treated with the highest respect I've ever seen, and I'd like our Student Council President and co-captain of our football team, Richmond Adams, to say a few words."
The students stood and cheered for their handsome leader while he walked to the lectern.
Robbie listened to Richmond remind his fellow students about the meetings that they had attended earlier in the week, and how he and the football team wanted to diffuse any hostilities towards cadets of the Academy. It was a short but impressive speech, and the students stood and cheered when Richmond finished. He made it clear that the football players would be watching their fellow students and report any incidents involving any cadet.
Mrs. LeMay then asked Mike Bass, Head Football Coach, to address the students.
Robbie listened while Mr. Bass described his friendship with Guy Stephens, and their long rivalry in all competitive sports played at the two schools. It was obvious that the students respected Mr. Bass by the way they listened to his comments about sports being a combination of competition on the field and mutual respect when the game's finished.
"I take responsibility for allowing Leroy Bennett to represent this fine school," Mr. Bass said. "His behavior was totally unacceptable, and I've written a letter recommending his expulsion from this school system. As long as I'm the Head Coach of our football team he'll never wear a Chargers' uniform again, and the same consequences will apply to any other student athlete who acts in a similar manner." He reminded all of the students that the Academy had won the football game fairly, and that he expected everyone to show mutual respect in the future.
All of the representatives of the Academy spoke to the students, including Robbie. He apologized for retaliating against Leroy Bennett, and voiced his desire that students from the two schools could interact in the future without any conflict. The Traverse City West High School students knew that Robbie was severely injured in the attack and saw by the way he walked that he was in constant pain.
On the way back to the Academy, the two coaches and Mr. Brown praised the three cadets for their professional handling of the stressful situation. They were all pleased when many of the students came up to shake their hands and thank them for visiting their high school.
"When my nuts heal, I've got six leads for dates!" Robbie announced, showing five pieces of paper with girls' names and phone numbers to add to the one from Lisa Watson.
Derrick Harmon almost ran the Suburban off the road before regaining his composure. At first Guy Stephens was shocked, but then he started laughing.
Robbie was always full of mischief, and today was no exception.
"I think we can arrange for a period of detention for the next 3 1/2 years," Chancellor Brown offered. "Either that or buy one of those male chastity belts and weld it on his body."
"YIPES!" Robbie exclaimed. "I was just kidding! Can't you cut a guy some slack?"
"You've got a lot to learn about being a cadet!" David Benson said to his small friend. "The first rule is to NEVER tell a staff member the truth about your sex life!"
"SO, YOU'VE BEEN LYING TO US FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS?" Guy Stephens demanded of his football team captain.
"Don't ask, don't tell!" David replied. "We don't ask you men about your sex lives because we respect you. We expect the same in return."
"Point taken," Chancellor Brown replied. He certainly didn't want anyone to know about his extra-marital affair with Dr. Linda Miller, and wanted to change the subject of the conversation. He was relieved that they had arrived at the front gate of the Academy, and wanted to get back to the sanctity of his office.
"I don't know what was funnier, Robbie's horniness or Vince squirming like a fish flopping in the bottom of my bass boat," Guy said to his buddy Derrick after dropping the three cadets off at their dorms and their boss at his office. "Vince thinks that his affair with Linda's a secret, but we know differently. His wife's a bitch, and I wish that he'd divorce her and marry Linda. They're both great people and they deserve to be together."
"You and I both know the pains of divorce," Derrick replied. "Margaret's been a bitch to Vince for a long time. Karen hates it when we're around her."
"It's hard to imagine that we loved those women enough to marry them!" Guy said to Derrick about their ex-wives. "My ex-wife Linda is having alcohol problems again, and I've got a lawyer and private investigator building a case against her. I love my son, Eric, and would give anything to have him move in with Sue and me. He's gonna be 11 in December, and he needs a stable home instead of having a new 'uncle' shacking up with his mother every month. He'll be starting puberty soon, and he needs to be around me so we can talk about the changes in his body."
Robbie wasn't able to practice with the football team, but he was at every practice to support his teammates. He had daily appointments with Dr. Miller, and was finally able to walk without pain in his nuts when he got a shock from his favorite doctor.
"Dr. Hanlon wants to examine you on Monday," Dr. Miller said to Robbie. "Now the specimen he wants might cause you some embarrassment, but he feels that it's necessary."
"I've peed in bottles before," Robbie replied. "What's the big deal?"
"Dr. Hanlon wants a seminal fluid sample," Dr. Miller said.
"HOLY SHIT!" Robbie blurted out. He apologized for swearing, but he was beet red with embarrassment at what Dr. Hanlon wanted.
"There isn't any tactful way to tell you this," Dr. Miller began. "We aren't stupid and know that young males occasionally 'relieve' themselves of sexual tension through masturbation. I was going to have Mr. Stephens talk to you about this, but he's at the football practice, and I apologize for causing you any embarrassment. The appointment's set for 10:00 a.m. on Monday, and Dr. Hanlon would prefer that the specimen is no more than four hours old." She handed Robbie a plastic specimen bottle and waited for his reply.
"Two problems," Robbie began. "First, I'm right handed and I don't know if my left hand will be rejected by 'Little Robbie'. Second, the bottle's too small!"
Dr. Miller burst out laughing. It was her turn to be embarrassed, and she ordered Robbie to leave the Infirmary before she had a heart attack. Being surrounded by a sea of testosterone was always a challenge for any woman doctor, but Robbie Mathews always seemed to catch her off guard. The specimen bottle would hold approximately four ounces of fluid, and she doubted that any male on the face of the earth could fill it with his ejaculate.
The Eagles won their next football game on Friday evening, with Robbie cheering for his teammates from the sidelines. His arm was out of the sling, but he had very limited use of the arm he needed to capture the required specimen.
After eating breakfast on Monday morning, Robbie pulled Trip aside and asked him to do him a favor.
"You know I'll do anything to help you," Trip said when the two cadets walked inside the Grant Athletic Building. "What can I do?"
"I need a blowjob!" Robbie admitted when they got inside the Martial Arts Room. "Dr. Hanlon wants a sample of my cum, but my right arm's too sore for me to whack off."
Trip laughed and quickly agreed to help Robbie collect the required sample. Ever since they had shared their first intimate moments, he was excited about any sexual release with another person, and Robbie was his favorite sexual partner. He loved sucking a guy's cock, but he normally swallowed the semen.
"You're gonna owe me one after this!" Trip said when they got inside the storage room. He wasted no time in getting down on his knees to release Robbie's cock from his uniform, and quickly brought the semi-soft member to full arousal. It had been almost two weeks since he and Robbie had visited the storage room together, but Trip had found other cadets interested in mutual gratification. He still wished that he had a huge cock like Robbie, Drew, and Keith, but none of the guys had ever complained about his meat that only stretched to five inches under the best circumstances.
Robbie had been embarrassed when Dr. Miller told him about the need for his seminal fluid sample, and thought about using his left hand to jerk off. His nuts were back to normal size and he wanted to blow his load anyway, but having to collect the sample and give it to a doctor was the ultimate embarrassment. He had several friends at the Academy who he knew would help him out, but he chose Trip because he really liked the amount of cum that Trip always pumped out. He hoped that Trip would suck him off and then let Robbie get a mouthful of fresh baby pudding for his own enjoyment.
"That feels great!" Robbie said when Trip began licking and sucking on his dick head. "I haven't blown a load since last week when I had a wet dream, so I won't last long. God I love it when you rotate your mouth like that!"
Trip was in heaven. He was down on his knees sucking the cock of the most handsome guy on the campus, and he loved every second of it! He loved the taste of cum and the special aroma connected to the crotch of another male, and wished that he and Robbie could spend the entire day together. He'd learned from the sexual encounters in the storage room that he was a "bottom" and loved the feel of a large cock stretching his anal muscles. He remembered the first time Robbie had brought him to this storage room. He was afraid that Robbie would kill him for admitting his lust, but a passionate kiss had dispelled most of his fears. He swirled his tongue around the head of Robbie's cock and gently fondled his good friend's nuts. He gently squeezed Robbie's cock to push the pre-cum out of the shaft and into his hungry mouth, savoring the unique flavor of the slippery liquid. He wasn't able to deep throat Robbie's cock, but had never heard any complaints when he was blowing his close friend.
Robbie was light-headed. He loved having sex and wanted it to last, but his pent up supply of cum wanted to be released. He knew he was close to cumming and popped off the lid of the specimen bottle.
"I'm gonna shoot!" Robbie exclaimed when the pressure built up to the boiling point. He wanted to empty his cum into Trip's mouth, but knew that he had to collect the sample for Dr. Hanlon. "HELP ME TRIP!" Robbie screamed when his orgasm began. He couldn't aim his throbbing cock with his sore right arm and was physically weak from the intensity of his orgasm.
Trip grabbed the specimen bottle and held it over the head of Robbie's cock while he continued to stroke his friend's throbbing tool. The first volley of cum was launched so strongly that most of it missed the collection bottle and hit Trip in the face, covering his right eye. He laughed and used his left eye to carefully aim the pulsing tool so that the remainder of the next three spurts of cum went into the container.
Robbie was glad that he was standing against the wall when his orgasm started. His knees were weak and he struggled to remain standing while his throbbing cock pumped a huge load of cum into the bottle and all over Trip's face.
Trip collected three shots of Robbie's cum in the bottle before surrendering to his own desires and taking Robbie's cock back into his mouth. He was rewarded with at least two more shots of warm cum, that he swirled around in his mouth before swallowing. He loved the unique flavor of semen and the way it always seemed to make his teeth squeak. Cum was a very special type of mouthwash that always left his tastebuds stimulated and wanting more of the unique fluid.
When Robbie's orgasm subsided, he looked down and saw that a generous supply of his baby pudding had been collected in the specimen bottle. He thanked Trip for grabbing the bottle out of his hand, knowing that he was so overwhelmed by the intensity of the orgasm that he would have dropped the bottle. He still wondered why Dr. Hanlon needed a fresh sample of his semen, but guessed that tests would be performed to determine if his nuts were still working properly.
"You blew a huge wad!" Trip exclaimed to Robbie. "Next time I want all of it in my mouth!"
"It's my turn to eat some cum!" Robbie announced. "My ribs are still sore, but my mouth works great! Whip that meat out so I can eat some joy juice!"
Robbie got down on his knees and quickly swallowed Trip's erect cock. With his injuries from the football game, Robbie hadn't been able to actively participate in any sexual activity, and had been embarrassed when the wet dream flooded his bed. Tracker and Trip were the only ones to know about his nocturnal emission, and they helped him clean up the evidence without any teasing. Now he was sucking the cock of his friend, and wanted to taste the unique flavor of Trip's cum.
Trip loved Robbie and was thrilled that Robbie was returning the favor by sucking his dick in the storage room. He looked down at the top of the blonde head and closed his eyes to focus all of his brainpower on the sensations flowing from his throbbing member. He moaned in ecstasy when he realized that he was getting close to cumming, and guided Robbie's head with both of his hands to increase the speed of the sucking and thrusting.
Robbie's nose was nestled in the red bush of Trip's pubic mound and was filled with the unique aroma of the intimate part of his buddy's anatomy. He loved the contrast of Trip's red hair and the whiteness of his skin, and expertly swirled his tongue around the head of Trip's cock to stimulate the sensitive knob. He felt the pulsing of the short shaft and knew his little friend was going to cum. The first blast of semen hit the back of his throat and his gag reflex kicked in. He fought the gag reflex and pulled back so he could taste the thick liquid before swallowing it. He used his hand to stimulate his friend and was rewarded with at least six blasts of thick baby pudding. When the forceful blasts stopped, he grabbed the muscular cheeks of Trip's bubble butt and squeezed them while encouraging the thrusting motions in and out of his mouth. For a small guy with small equipment, Trip always blasted more cum than any other guy that Robbie had shared sex with. He milked Trip's cock until the flow of cum subsided, and then used his left hand to push the remaining cum out of Trip's cock and into his hungry mouth.
"That was the best blowjob of my life!" Trip exclaimed when his body recovered from the intense orgasm. "It felt like I was gonna blow my nuts right off!"
"I wanted to suck your nipples and nuts, but you went off before I could!" Robbie replied after licking up the last few drops of Trip's cum. "I still don't know how you can shoot so much cum! You shoot more than any two guys I know!"
"I know that you could have dumped me when I first told you that I was in love with you," Trip said. "Ever since that first time in this room, I've realized that I want a guy for my life partner. Please don't be mad at me, but I've seen you with other guys and heard about you with girls, and know that you won't be the one guy for me to live with for the rest of my life. I just hope we can be sex buds until I find the one guy who will think and feel the same way about me that I think and feel about him. I love the time we spend together, and can't wait until you can fuck me again. I love anal sex, and love the feel of cum pumping inside my ass."
"I really don't know what my main sexual orientation is," Robbie admitted. "I love you, Tracker, Drew, and Keith, but I have similar feelings towards girls when I get in their panties. I guess that I'm just a fucked up teenager. When I feel better, I'd love to come back here with you and some other guys and suck and fuck for hours. Sex is definitely addictive!"
Guy Stephens met Robbie at the Jefferson Dorm and asked if he was ready for the trip to Dr. Hanlon's office. He knew about the required specimen, but felt uncomfortable about asking any direct questions.
"Do you have everything?" Guy asked Robbie.
"Right here in the bottle!" Robbie replied. He knew that his coach was reluctant to ask about the semen sample and decided to shock his coach. "I hope Dr. Hanlon doesn't check the juice for saliva!"
"JESUS CHRIST!" Guy exclaimed. He had lost control of the Suburban and had run over several of the beautiful rose bushes along the driveway before he regained his composure and control of the large vehicle. When he got the Suburban back on the main road, he chewed Robbie out for shocking him.
"You're gonna have to spend some time with the Grounds Crew," Robbie teased when the Suburban was back on the road. He knew that the Academy staff knew about sexual activities between cadets, but he had intentionally shocked his coach to get even with being threatened with a male chastity belt on their previous trip to town.
"I should kick your ass for that!" Guy threatened. "What did I do to you to shock me like that?"
Robbie laughed and then apologized to his coach for teasing him. He realized that he might have crossed the line with his coach, but was still full of mischief.
"I'm sorry for upsetting you," Robbie said. "Dr. Miller said I needed to provide a fresh sample of my cum, and it was very embarrassing. I don't think sometimes before I say something stupid, so please don't be mad at me."
"Don't ask, don't tell!" Guy said to Robbie. "We'd rather guess than know the truth sometimes. You wouldn't be the first or last to admit that cadets fool around with each other."
The rest of the trip went well for both of them, with no further comments or questions about the seminal fluid sample. Robbie had asked his coach to stay with him during the examination by Dr. Hanlon, and they had to wait for the preliminary test results on his seminal fluid sample. They were both relieved when the initial test results didn't reveal any problems.
Robbie was allowed to attend all of the football practices and games, even those away from the Academy campus. His ribs were healing faster than expected, and before the end of September he was allowed to jog but not run.
His 16th birthday arrived, and Robbie was celebrating with his plebe buddies when Drew came into the dorm room.
"You have to report to the Chancellor's Office" Drew said to Robbie. "What the fuck did you do this time?"
Robbie wracked his brain, but couldn't think of any prank that he'd pulled in the last few days. When he walked out of the front door of the Jefferson Dormitory, he was thrilled to see his aunt and uncle waiting for him.
"Happy Birthday!" David said while gently hugging his nephew.
Marie Mathews took her turn hugging Robbie before announcing, "We came here to take you to the Secretary of State office to get your driver's license. Are you ready to leave?"
"Awesome!" Robbie exclaimed. "I'll need to get a pass to leave the campus. Wait right here!"
"Is this what you need?" David Mathews said while holding up the required pass. "Derrick Harmon made the arrangements for us. Do you want to drive?"
Asking a teenaged boy if he wants to drive is a ridiculous question! They always want to drive!
Robbie caught the keys that his uncle tossed to him and quickly got behind the wheel of the black Cadillac. He'd ridden in the car before, but had never driven it. He looked back at the front steps of his dormitory and saw all of his buddies standing there and cheering for him. They all hoped that he would pass the driving test and get his license. Drew was even considering letting Robbie drive "The Beast" after his Little Brother had some driving experience.
"This is a big step for our boy and us," David said to Marie when Robbie left with the instructor for the road test. "I remember how excited I was on the day I got my first driver's license! This opens a whole new world to him, along with more gray hairs for you and me!"
Robbie had a big grin on his face when the clerk took his picture for his Michigan Driver's License. He was given a temporary license but would have to wait for the official license to arrive in the mail. He hugged his aunt and uncle and thanked them for driving all the way to Traverse City to take him to the Secretary of State office.
When they got back to the Academy campus, the guard at the gate smiled and opened the gate with a wave and a smile. Robbie drove up to the front of his dorm and was surprised to see a large crowd of cadets standing there. He got out of the car and yelled to his buddies that he had passed the test, and waved his temporary permit in the air.
All of the cadets ran up to Robbie to congratulate him on getting his license. He was celebrating with his buddies when Uncle Dave interrupted the celebration.
"Now that you have a license, all you need is something to drive!" David Mathews said to Robbie. "Turn around and look!"
Robbie was having so much fun celebrating with his cadet buddies that he didn't see Guy Stephens drive up behind him. When he turned around he saw a bright red Chevrolet S-10 Blazer sporting a big white bow. Taped to the window was a sign that said, "Happy Birthday, Robbie!"
Robbie screamed with joy when he realized that the new Blazer was his birthday gift from his aunt and uncle. He ran to the driver's side of the Blazer and accepted the keys from Mr. Stephens.
"You lucky shit!" Guy said to Robbie while tossing the keys in the air.
All of the cadets swarmed around the new vehicle and wanted to get inside to check out the stereo system and all of the optional features. They were excited about the birthday celebration and happy for Robbie in getting a new vehicle as a present.
Robbie was so excited that he had forgotten to thank his aunt and uncle for the new vehicle. He got out of the Blazer and gave both of them hugs and kisses while thanking them profusely for the expensive gift.
"Can I take it for a ride?" Robbie asked his aunt and uncle.
"Here's a pass for you and your buddies," Guy Stephens said to Robbie. There was room for Robbie and four passengers, and he was thrilled that the pass included Trip, Tracker, Drew and Keith.
"I want you back here in one hour!" Guy Stephens said to Robbie. "If you're late, you know the rules! No keys for a month!"
Like any group of teenaged boys, they all wanted to go to McDonald's for burgers and soft drinks after they left the Academy grounds. They ate their unhealthy food and were back on the Academy campus before the one-hour deadline. Robbie drove his new car to the parking deck and parked right next to Drew's powerful vehicle. He and his cadet buddies took one last look at his birthday present before heading for the shuttle bus stop to catch a ride back to his dorm.
The four-wheel drive vehicle would open new worlds to the handsome young plebe.
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