It was a hot day in the dish washing room. The plates were flowing into the room as fast as they left it. That is when Jim came into the room to help out with things. Jim was a new dish washer this year and he was always pranking everyone, every chance he got. Now it was my turn to get even with him. We were both standing side by side breaking down the dishes to be washed, removing the old food and dumping it into the trashcans. That is when I saw a piece of cake that had not been touched and I asked Jim if he would like it. Jim said yes and I gave it to him, right in the kisser. He was totally surprised by my actions. I said there now we are even for your prank done to my car last week. He smiled and said sure. As I turned away I felt the back of my pants opening and something slimy being dumped into my boxer shorts. As I tried to turn he yanked up my shorts and said your not going anywhere. I tried to get away from Jim's grip on me but it was no use, he stood 6'2" and was built like a tank. I stopped trying to pull away and he said that is a good boy. He lessened his grip on my shorts and told me to turn around toward him. I obliged. I stood there in front of Jim and he said will you forgive me? I hesitated and said I guess so. That is when Jim grasped at the front of my pants this time and said you did not sound sincere enough for me. He then proceeded to reach into my pants and find the front of my boxers. I could not do anything but sigh and say Jim I forgive you! He then dump a plate full of spaghetti right down inside my shorts. By this time I was beginning to enjoy the feeling inside my shorts but I didn't want Jim to know. He then let go and said OK that is more like it. I didn't want the messy fun to stop so I grabbed the next plate and proceeded to dump it down the back of Jim's pants as he was bent over picking up a spoon from the floor. Jim was also wearing boxers. His were the gripper style and pure white. Now this brought Jim to attention very quickly. Jim said now your in big trouble boy. As I stood there I was quivering just thinking of the wonderful mess that was going to end up on me. Jim left the room and I thought for sure he was going to get the boss. I thought for sure I was going to be fired. When Jim returned he had with him several pies, a can of whipped cream, a pot of baked beans, and a pot of custard. He told me that I was in for it and the chiefs needed to have all this food disposed and I was the one to dispose of it. Before I had a chance to try to figure out what that meant one of the pies hit me square in the face. I was instantly blinded. that is when I felt my belt buckle open and my zipper falling. Then the second pie hits me right in the crotch. Jim then pulled my pants back up and refastened them. I was standing there not knowing what to do or say, but enjoying every minute of it. Jim instructed me to sit on the floor and without delay I did as he asked. He opened the neck of my shirt and poured the pot of baked beans in. with that he started to laugh and laugh very loud. I started to ask what he was laughing about but he stopped me by filling my mouth with whipped cream. I was then instructed to stand back up. As I did this Jim asked me how it felt? I said without delay that it felt good and I was getting excited. He said I noticed that. then Jim cleaned my face off and said one more thing kid we are not even yet. He told me that he had got me better that him and told me to dump the pot of custard down the front of his boxers. I ask him if he was serious. He said NOW BOY! I did as I was instructed to do. I pulled Jim's shirt up the revel the front of his gripper boxers and dumped the whole pot inside. then he started to laugh and said now were even, truce. I agreed, truce, but deep down inside I wished we would have another session like that. As the night ended we cleaned up the best we could and went on our separate ways home. I will always remember that summer with fond memories.