Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2012 13:10:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Boca Raton Academy Chapter Three

Boca Raton Academy
Chapter Three

Nothing could be further from the truth.  When Jim disrobed, and suggested
that Stu do the same, Stu began to cringe.  He fell on his bed and curled
into a fetal position.

The school had a very strict rule.  Sex among the boys, among the faculty,
among the non-academic staff, and in any combination thereof, had to be
100% consensual.  There was no way Jim was going to force himself on Stu.
Even though he was naked, he crawled into bed with Stu, and cradled the boy
in his arms.

"There, there," he said.  "Stuart, we aren't going to do anything you don't
want to do."  Stu sighed loudly and hunkered up to the naked senior.  He
didn't say a word, and Jim held him closer.  He wondered if the boy had
ever had a bad sexual experience or maybe several bad experiences.  He
didn't have to wonder long.  Before he knew it, they were both sound asleep
and they woke up just in time for dinner.

They found Hardy and Philip and they sat together.  Philip was not
surprised that Hardy and Jim kissed each other when they greeted each
other, but Stu could not believe that they kissed each other IN PUBLIC.
Jim whispered something in Hardy's ear, and then he said, "Orientation is
over guys.  You boys get to spend Stu's first night in your own room.
Hardy and I have big plans for tonight."  He winked at Philip, who was
visibly disappointed.  Philip looked at Stuart.  On the other hand, Philip
detected relief on Stu's face.  It never entered Philip's mind that Stu was
anti-sex.  Even though Hardy had failed to mention the school rule about
consensual sex to Philip, he was raised better than to force himself on
anybody anyway.

When Jim realized that the two boys would be alone, and that Philip was hot
to trot, and Stu was hot not to, he told both boys about the long standing
rule.  Stu was relieved, and Philip wondered why it was necessary to have a
rule about anything so obvious.

"We can't take you out with us tonight," Hardy said, "but there's a movie
in the auditorium if you care to attend.  I don't know how many of your
class will be there, since I expect a few will be spending the night with
their mentors.  The rest of the student body will be arriving in the next
two days."

"Wanna go to the movie?" Philip asked Stu after Jim and Hardy left them.

"Not really," Stu shrugged his shoulders.  Philip took that to mean that
Stu had more interesting things on his mind.

"OK, so let's go back to our room."

"That's great.  I was on a red eye that got me here from Los Angeles at
4:30 this morning.  I'm really very tired."

Philip wondered why he had the distinct feeling that there would be no sex
this night.  Clearly, things had started out better yesterday.  He consoled
himself with the thought of better days to come.

They returned to their room, and each boy sat down on his own bed facing
each other.  It was obvious that they both intended to get to know each
other.  Before they could begin to talk there was a knock on the door.  The
doors had no locks, and Philip yelled, "Come in."

The boys were shocked.  A short, pudgy, balding man of about fifty, entered
the room.  He was totally naked, and sported a flaccid five inch cock which
was not cut.  It was twice as wide as any cock either boy had ever seen.
Philip may have been shocked, but his mouth watered for that cock.

"Hello boys," the man said.  "My name is Clarence Clemens (Philip could not
believe that name) and I'm your FRA, faculty resident assistant.  For this
entire year, I'm going to be living in room one at the foot of the dorm.  I
want you to come to me anytime you have a problem or just need to talk.
I'm also going to be your math teacher, and boys, no pressure, but I've
seen your grades and I expect big things from both of you."

Clarence could see that both boys were staring at his cock.  "Oh yes, get
used to it," he said.  In the dorms clothing is optional.  You'll find that
some of your teachers will accept nudity in class, but in my class you will
wear shorts, at least."

That having been said, Clarence smiled broadly.  His demeanor was friendly
and avuncular.  Philip suddenly wanted to pinch his pudgy cheeks, and
stroke his beautiful uncut cock.  In fact he wanted to do more than stroke
it.

"One more thing.  Tomorrow is Saturday, and if you would like to go, your
grade is going to the mall at 8AM.  Most of the stores will be closed when
we get there, but they will all be open by the time we leave.  If you care
to participate, please meet in the commissary for breakfast at seven.  The
bus will be parked outside the commissary to take us to the mall.  You'll
find an alarm clock in your desk drawer.  I'll leave you now.  Remember,
I'm in room one.  You're welcome any time, even tonight, if you'd like
to..." he hesitated, "talk."  Philip realized that this was an invitation
to sex, but the whole thing went over Stu's head.

After Clarence left, Stu lay down on his bed.  He started to cry, and
curled up into a fetal position again.

As Jim had done before him, Philip was filled with the same compassion.  He
crawled into bed with Stu, fully dressed, and put his arms around the
sobbing boy.

"What's wrong, Stu?  Whatever it is, can't be that bad.  Tell me.  Let me
try to help."

"Nobody can help," Stu whimpered.

Philip was raised believing that money could solve any problem.  "Oh yeah,"
he said, "Try me."

"If I confide in you, will you promise to keep it a secret."

Wow! Philip thought.  This sounds so intriguing, like a fucking movie.  He
kissed his forefinger and middle finger and raised it to the sky.  "I
swear," he said.

Stu sat up and now the boys were sitting side by side on Stu's bed.

"Let me give you the short version," Stu said, "and when I'm finished, if
you want to switch room mates, I'll understand."

"Shoot, and I doubt anything you say will make me want to change room
mates."

"You're rich, aren't you?"  Stu asked?

"I suppose so.  Aren't you?"

"No.  I'm not.  I'm here on a scholarship, and I don't belong here.  I'm
surrounded by wealth, and soon you'll all be talking about going to Ivy
League schools, which I can't afford.  What will I do when I get out of
this posh place?  Work in a factory?"

"If you were smart enough to get a scholarship here, maybe you'll get a
scholarship to college.  It doesn't have to be Ivy League."

`I've thought of that," Stu said pensively, "but there's more.  Promise to
keep my secret?"

"I told you I would, and I never go back on my word."

"I don't know where my parents are or if they are dead or alive.  In fact,
I'm not sure who my father was.  My mother lived with several men, before
the state took me from her, and put me in foster care."

"Oh Gawd!" Philip interjected.

"She was a crack head and she supported us by selling her body.  She was a
prostitute, Philip, and her clients were pretty low class.  The guy she was
with the longest, got her customers.  I guess he was her pimp.  Do you
still want me to be your room mate?"

"Just go on with your story.  I'll tell you how I feel when you are
finished."

"One night, the guy I thought was my father (and who knows, maybe he is)
came into my bed, while my mother was entertaining a client.  He started to
play with my prick.  It first he fondled it, but then he bent over and
started to kiss it.  He took it into his mouth and started to suck it.  I
wanted to scream out, but I was too scared.  I was only six years old.
After awhile, I tried to relax.  I began to think that what he was doing
wasn't so bad, and it felt good, in fact.  Just when my defenses were down,
he turned me on my stomach and he raped me.  He didn't use any lubricant,
and certainly no protection.  He just forced his way in.  Philip, I never
felt such pain in my life. I started to scream, but he put his hand over my
mouth, and I passed out.  When I woke up, my bed sheet was full of blood
and semen.  When I showed my mother, she was so high, it just didn't sink
in.  My `father' continued to rape me at least once a week for a year.  I
feared coming home from school, but, of course, I had to, every day.

"One day I came home and neither of them was home.  I found some cold cuts
in the fridge, and I made a sandwich.  I went to bed, waiting to be raped.
It had been over a week since he had visited me in bed.  He never came.
For three days I came home from school to an empty apartment.  Then the
principal called me into his office.  He introduced me to a nice lady from
Child Protective Services.  She took me home and I packed my toothbrush and
some meager possessions and she took me to a shelter.  On the way she told
me that my mother and father had OD'd, and they were in a local hospital.

"A few days later, she placed me in a foster home in a beautiful suburb of
LA.  My foster parents had two kids of their own.  They and the kids
treated me very well, but none of them were ever affectionate, and the kids
never included me in their after school activities.  My teachers at school
were the best.  Apparently my IQ is genius level, and the teachers could
not get over my abilities.  It was the principal who sent my application
here for a scholarship.  It seems he graduated from The Academy some
fifteen years ago."

Philip was sure that Stu had more to say so he remained silent.

"Did you have sex with Hardy?" Stu asked.

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, in fact I more or less seduced him."

Stu started to cry.  "You see, when Jim started to undress, all the pain
came back to me.  I actually felt it, and I pushed him away.  I want to
enjoy it like everyone else, but I can't.  I'm so afraid."  His sobbing
grew louder.

Philip put his arms around Stu's shoulders.  "Perhaps if you went to The
Head, he could arrange some therapy for you."

"No! No!," Stu yelled.  "You promised me.  Nobody must know."

"Ok." Philip conceded.  "Will you let me help you?"

"How?"

"I don't know.  Let's just play it by ear.  We could start by you getting
used to naked bodies.  I thought you were going to die when Mr. Clemens
came in naked."

That brought a smile to Stu's face at last.  "Yeah, I nearly did."

"Let's get naked," Philip suggested.  "We'll sleep together tonight.  I
promise nothing will happen.  We'll just hold each other.  We'll pretend
we're alone in a forest, and we're protecting each other."

Stu smiled and started to undress.  They hung their uniforms up carefully
in their armoires, and put their dirty underwear in the canvas bags.
Neither bag was very full so they returned them to the armoires.  They
stopped for a moment to stare at their naked bodies.  Stu was not cut.
Philip got excited at the prospect.  His cock started to rise, so he
quickly shut the lights on their desks, and they crawled into Stu's bed.
Stu turned and faced the wall.  Philip nested against him, and Stu cringed.

"Easy tiger," Philip said.  "I won't do a thing.  Do you jack off?"

"No.  I'm afraid it might hurt."

"We have a long fight ahead of us."

"Would you rather visit Mr. Clemens' room tonight?"  Stu asked.

"It's tempting, but I'd rather sleep with you, chastely I might add."

"It's a bummer for you, isn't it?"

Philip put his arm around Stu's torso.  "It's not as bad as you might
think," he answered, as his eyes started to shut.

The alarm clock was set for 6:30 and it awakened them.  They were in the
same position as the night before, but now they untangled from each other,
and jumped out of bed.  They laughed when they saw each other's woodies.
They ran to the latrine to pee, and found several other boys there.
Introductions were made, and later, they and two of the others, showered
and returned to their rooms.

"We don't have to go to the mall.  We don't even have to have breakfast,"
Philip suggested as his eyes pointed back to Stu's bed.

"They'll bring us back at ten," Stu said.  "Let's have breakfast and check
the mall out.  My foster parents gave me ten bucks when they put me on the
plane.  Maybe we can buy some cookies and snacks to bring back with us.
We'll have all afternoon, if you want, to get back in bed.  I gotta be
honest, Phil... I mean Philip, I feel safe with your arms around me."

Philip was thrilled at the subtle change in Stu's attitude.  His challenge
seemed less daunting all of a sudden.  "Great, let's go to breakfast and
the mall, and let the rest of the day take care of itself.  By the way, you
can put your ten bucks in a safe place.  I told you, I'm filthy rich.
Snacks are on me."


To be continued...