Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2012 13:57:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Henry Brooks <hankster1430@bellsouth.net>
Subject: Boca Raton Academy Ch. 6

Boca Raton Academy
Chapter Six

The students at The Academy had one week off at Thanksgiving and at Easter,
two weeks off at Christmas and the New Year, and the months of July and
August off, for summer recess.

As Thanksgiving approached, Philip noticed a big change in Stu.  He became
more and more withdrawn.  He stopped participating in school activities.
He even began to avoid sex with Philip.  It didn't take a rocket scientist
to figure out the problem.  Stu had no place to go for the holiday. He was
literally homeless.

Philip took the bull by the horns.  "We have a home in Palm Beach," he
said, and my folks aren't in residence, but it is fully staffed and it's
ours for the holiday.  You and I are going there for Thanksgiving.  Don't
even think of saying no.  I'm not rattling around in that mansion by
myself.  I need for you to do me a favor and say yes."  How could Stu say
no?

A few days later, Stu accompanied Philip when he went to his mailbox.  He
himself never got anything.  "Why don't you look inside your box?" Philip
asked.  "You never know when you'll find a surprise.  Your birthday is in a
few days.  Maybe there's something from your former foster parents."

"Fat chance."

Reluctantly Stuart opened his mail box.  Much to his surprise, there were
two envelopes inside.  He recognized one of the envelopes immediately.
Philip got one just like it every single week.  He removed both envelopes
and examined the familiar one first.  It was sent from The First Bank of
New York.

Stu looked at Philip who was smiling.  "Open the envelope, for Pete's
sake," Philip said.  Stu tore open the envelope.  He retrieved a check,
drawn on the bank, payable to him, from the Anthony Bonchance Trust.  It
was for $200.00

"What's this?" he asked.

"Open the other envelope.  I believe it will explain everything."  Again
Stu opened the envelope and retrieved a short note.  He glanced down at the
salutation.  It was written by Philip's father.  Stu began to read the
letter out loud, so that Philip could hear it:

Dear Stuart.

For weeks now, Philip has been writing to us about you.  His mother and I
would like to personally thank you for being his room mate, his best
friend, his brother, and yes, his lover.

He has explained to us the tragedy of your life, and how you came to Boca
Raton Academy.  He has encouraged us to consider adopting you.  We made
inquiries, and if we do, you will lose your scholarship.  Then we
investigated a guardianship, but the results will be the same.  So consider
yourself unofficially adopted until you and Philip graduate and go to
college.  Then we will make the adoption legal, even if you will be an
adult by then.  Philip sent us your picture and you could well be his
natural brother.  In the meantime, we consider you to be our son in every
sense of the word.  You and Philip will receive equal allowances from now
on.

We hadn't intended on returning from Paris at this time, but we will be in
Palm Beach for Thanksgiving, so we can meet you, and welcome you to the
family in person.  Please ask Philip to call my club and make reservations
for Thanksgiving dinner, before they fill up and turn us down.

Your loving parents,

Margaret and Anthony

Stu slumped to the floor, clutching the letter tightly in his hand.  He
began to sob loudly.  Philip sat down next to him, and put his arms around
his brother.

"Thank you," Stu said.

"For nothing," Philip stated.

"For everything.  You saved my life.  First you made me see what a
beautiful thing physical love is.  Until I met you, I considered it hurtful
and hateful.  Now you have made me your brother.  You have truly saved my
life."  For the first time Stu grabbed Philip and started to kiss him in a
public place.  He really didn't give a shit.  It was common practice in
this school anyway, but it was the first time that Stu demonstrated his
love for a boy in public.

"I want to write to your parents right now," Stu said.  "Then after dinner
I want to give you the best sex you ever had.  Shit, am I allowed to do
that if we're brothers?"

"Try and stop, and I'll divorce you," Philip said.  "There is one other
thing I want to talk to you about.  My thirteenth birthday was very lame.
Now that you're rich, let's plan a big birthday bash for you at the mall
this Saturday.  We'll pick up the bill for all the guys at the food court."

"That's a great idea, but I need to cash this check and I don't know how."

"One day a week, a local bank is open on campus for two hours.  They'll be
here on Friday after classes.  We'll open up an account for you.  We hardly
ever spend any money.  I've got over $1,000.00 in my account.  Yours will
grow just as quick.  We do have to buy you a proper outfit for dinner at my
dad's, I mean, our dad's club.  We can do that at the mall this Saturday.
This is the most fun I've had in years."

Nobody in the school, not even The Head, was aware of the change in Stu's
status.  His banking information was confidential.  Neither boy wanted to
jeopardize Stu's scholarship, and they intended to keep it their secret.

They made love that night like they never had before, at least like Stu
never had before, that is to stay, with total abandon.  They laughed about
incest enhancing their libidos.  Philip said, "Even if we don't end up
living as lovers all our lives, we are brothers now.  Nothing will ever
separate us.  Promise me, that if you ever take a life partner, you will
seek my advice and my opinion."

"Done, Bro.  Now you promise me the same thing."

"Well, if I must confess to you, I kind of have a thing for The Head,"
Philip said, but he tried to not sound so serious by laughing when he said
it.

********** They arrived at the Bonchance home by cab.  Their parents had
not yet arrived, but were expected before dinner.  The chauffer was already
on his way to the airport to get them.  Stu could only gape at one of his
new homes.  It resembled The White House in Washington.  Stu reckoned that
it might be as big.  The front faced The Intracoastal Waterway, and the
rear was on the ocean.  The beach behind the house was private.
Immediately off the rear terrace was a good size swimming pool.  The house
was privatized by heavy shrubbery and a gated entrance.

Philip was greeted by a butler, a maid and a cook.  They all gave him a
good hug, and when introduced to Stu, they shook his hand politely.  Before
the week was up, they were hugging Stu as well.

"Which room shall I put Master Stuart's bag in?" the butler asked Philip.

"In mine, please."

The butler, Oliver, raised his eyebrow.  He knew there was only one bed in
Philip's room.  Granted, it was king size, but the proper old gentlemen
didn't think that it was seemly.  It was not his place to judge or object
and he did as he was told.

When the boys were alone in their room, Philip suggested they put on swim
suits and sit by the pool.  He had to lend Stu a pair of Speedos.  They
were at the pool when their parents burst in on them.  They virtually
ignored Philip in their enthusiastic greeting of Stuart.

Margaret and Anthony had arrived in New York from Paris yesterday
afternoon.  They spent the evening at their town house and left for Palm
Beach early in the morning.  They were exhausted from all that travel.
They told the boys to amuse themselves, and have lunch without them,
because they intended to nap until dinner.  Cook made the boys salads for
lunch and they lounged at the pool.

"I've never been in the ocean," Stu said eyeing the soft waves rolling up
on their private beach.

Philip jumped up.  "Come on then," he said and headed for the beach.  He
was halfway at the water's edge when Stu caught up to him.  The water was
cool and refreshing this time of year.  The boys splashed around for a
while and then instinctively they hugged each other.

"You're hard," Philip said.

"So are you."

"I've got an idea."

"Say no more."

There was a cabana at the side of the pool containing towels and a changing
area.  The boys went there and removed their wet bikini swim trunks.  The
space was very limited in the cabana, but it afforded the boys an
opportunity to have oral sex out of the sight of the servants.  When they
were done, they put their suits back on, and took a dip in the pool.  They
spent the rest of the day lounging in the sun.

That evening their parents came downstairs dressed to the nines.  Margaret
wore a dazzling pale green gown, and Anthony was wearing a black vested
business suit, with a tie that matched Margaret's gown.  The boys were
still in swim suits.

"You boys go shower and dress, and be quick about it.  I've given the staff
off until Friday morning to be with their families, so we'll dine at the
club tonight."

The boys were ready in fifteen minutes.  They were both dressed in
identical suits they had purchased at the mall.

When Margaret saw them, she embraced them and kissed them both on the
cheek.  "I swear," she cooed, "I've got the handsomest sons in Palm beach,
maybe in the world."

Anthony put an arm around the shoulder of each boy.  "God," he said.  "If I
didn't know you boys, I'd swear you were twins.  Your mother and I always
wanted more children, but we were never blessed.  Thank you for blessing
us, Stuart."

Stu put his arms around Anthony's waist, and mumbled something that sounded
to Anthony like, "Thank you."

Anthony's Jaguar was waiting in the driveway.  The chauffeur had spiffed it
up and topped off the gas tank before he left.  It was ready to roll.  The
boys opened the passenger door for Margaret and closed it, making sure her
gown was safely tucked in, before jumping in the back seat.

Stu was excited and apprehensive.  He'd seen country clubs in movies and
they seemed so posh to him.  He became apprehensive that someone would
detect his drug addicted, prostitute laden background.  As he tensed, Peter
could sense Stu's jitters.  He put his arm around his brother's shoulder,
and pulled him tight.

"Don't worry," he said.  "This is the first time they have taken me to the
country club.  I guess they feel that I am big enough now."

At the club they ran into a few friends.  One of them remarked, "I thought
you were in Paris?"

"We were," Margaret smiled back, "but our sons go to school in Boca so we
came home to spend Thanksgiving with them."

"That's so nice, but I thought you only had one son.  I never realized you
had twins; and such handsome boys at that."

The Bonchances smiled at their friends, and they were grateful that the
waiter came along to seat them.  He gave each of them menus and Stu was
surprised that there were no prices on them.  Anthony ordered a glass of
wine for Margaret and him, and cokes for his sons, as he studied the menu.

"Shall I order for all of us?" Anthony asked.  He sensed that Stu would not
recognize anything on the menu, which was mostly in French.  He was right,
and Stu said gratefully, "Yes thank you Mr. Bonchance."

"Please, Stuart, Margaret and I would be most happy if you called us Mom
and Dad, just like Peter does."  Peter grabbed Stu's hand and squeezed it."

With tears in his eyes, Stuart said.  "Thank you, Mom and Dad.  It will be
an honor."

"That's settled then.  Now stop crying son or the guests here will think
that I've beaten you."  That got everyone at the table laughing.

The drinks came and Anthony placed their order.  "Now boys," he said, and
then corrected himself.  "Now sons," he said with smiling lips and beaming
eyes, "Mom and I will be returning to Paris on Saturday morning.  I've
purchased plane tickets for you to return to New York for Christmas and New
Year's.  I've also obtained seats to several Broadway shows.  The rest of
the time, you guys will be on your own.  You know what to show Stuart,
Philip; the tree at Rockefeller Center, the Christmas windows and all
that."

"I've never been to New York City," Stu said.  There was excitement in his
voice.

"I can't wait to show you my home, our home," Philip said with equal
excitement.

Philip had informed his parents that Stuart had a genius IQ, but Anthony
was overwhelmed.  Anthony was a computer geek, and he and Stuart discussed
computers, their potentials and their dangers, the entire evening.
Margaret and Philip were bored to tears, but they couldn't get father and
new son to change the subject.  Anthony and Stu were excited to be able to
discuss technical matters with someone who understood them as well as they
did.  Even though they were left out, so to speak, Philip and Margaret were
delighted at how well Stuart had fit in with the family, and how quickly.

Philip whispered in his mother's ear, "I love Stu, Mom.  Isn't he great?

"I love him too, son," Margaret whispered back.  "Thank you for what you
did for him, and for us."

Stuart had no idea what he was eating, but he was so overwhelmed at the
service and being called, "Sir" by the waiter, that it didn't matter.  The
Thanksgiving Day menu was posted in the lobby and Stuart glanced at it on
his way in.  At least he recognized the traditional holiday meal.

The next morning, Margaret made breakfast.  It was simple; orange juice,
French toast, coffee, and milk for the boys.

"That was a great breakfast," Philip said.

"Yeah, thanks Mom," Stu added.

"Just because I've had servants all my life doesn't mean I can't cook when
duty calls.  After this morning, I think we'll eat breakfast out until cook
gets back.  Do you remember John G's?" Margaret asked Philip.

The boy nodded.  "They make the best breakfast in Palm Beach," he explained
to Stu.  Are we going there tomorrow, Mom?"

"I think that would be nice, but remember we might have to wait on line for
a while."

Both boys started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Anthony asked.

"We wait on line for three meals a day," Philip said, and both boys started
laughing all over again.

To be continued...