Boca Raton Academy
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 2 

“The commissary will only have sandwiches and milk for lunch until all the student body has arrived,” Hardy explained.  “Then we’ll have a hot lunch every day.  Until then, we’ll get hot meals for dinner only.  On Saturday’s each class will be taken to the Town Center Mall for two hours.  Your class will go at eight AM, and the tenth grade at ten. The eleventh grade is last at noon, and the seniors can go at their leisure.  You’ll wear your uniform, and you can gorge yourself on junk food from the food court, but mind not to get sick.”

“I don’t eat a lot.”

“You are kind of skinny,” Hardy observed.

In the commissary, they were each given a chicken salad sandwich, and a small container of whole milk.  The chicken salad contained so much mayonnaise that Philip could not swallow a second bite.  He was used to drinking skimmed milk, and he nearly gagged on the whole milk.  On the other hand, Hardy ate and drank everything, and rather than throw Philip’s meal away, he ate it all as well.

“You’re going to get skinnier,” Hardy observed.  “I don’t think The Head will like that.”  Philip could only wonder what interest The Head could possibly have in his weight.

After lunch, they toured the campus in depth.  The morning tour had been fast and furious.  Hardy took Philip into each building and oriented him as to what was housed in each one.  It was only 2 PM when they had explored the entire facility.  Twelve boys had arrived today and twelve would be arriving tomorrow.  During the tour, and at lunch, they kept running into other ninth graders, some of their parents, and their mentors.  Introductions were made, and soon Philip didn’t feel so isolated.  He looked forward to meeting his room mate tomorrow.

Hardy looked at his watch.  “It’s early,” he said.  “How about we do a few laps around the track, and then shower.  We can grab a nap before dinner.”

Philip’s eyes lit up.  The only two things that had interested him on the tour were the archery range and the track.  He was skinny and lanky, and an excellent runner.  He thought that if his legs were as long as Hardy’s he would challenge him to a race.

“You have shorts and sneakers on,” Hardy said.  “Go down to the track and warm up.  I’ve got to get out of these clothes and put on a pair of sneakers.  I won’t be but a minute.”

Philip hadn’t done a half lap when he felt Hardy coming up behind him.  He was wearing gym shorts and sneakers but no shirt.  The older student slowed down to keep pace with Philip.  After all, Hardy was 6’1” tall and Philip was 5’8” tall.  The discrepancy made for an uneven race.

“Please slow down,” Philip begged.  “We aren’t racing.”

Then he got the strangest answer from Hardy.  “That’s true, but I want to get you hot and sweaty.  I like my boys that way.”

Philip was fifteen years old.  He had been jacking off for 3 years now, and since he was never supervised in his bedroom, he and his friends had watched straight porn flicks there.  The films had been purloined from different parents’ bedrooms.  Most of their parents were never home to discover the theft anyway.  Philip grew very curious wondering what Hardy meant by that remark.  He ran as hard as he could, hoping to work up a good sweat for him.  If his suspicions were correct, he wanted to be the way Hardy desired him to be.

Philip had a little secret.  Sometimes his friend, Timothy, would come to his home alone, and the two boys would watch the hetero porn films in Philip’s bedroom.  It started innocently enough by masturbating each other, but they graduated to fellatio and sodomy, which of course, they called fucking and sucking.  Philip wasn’t sure about his friend, who kept telling him that he couldn’t wait for the real thing to happen, but he knew in his heart that he was gay.  He laughed to himself.  If he was right about what Hardy wanted of him, Hardy was in for one big fucking surprise.

His reveries were interrupted, when Hardy stopped abruptly.  He was having trouble catching his breath.  “I’ve had it,” Hardy said.  “When we reach the west end of the track, I’m hitting the bench.  You don’t even seem to be sweating so you can go on if you want.”

“No, I’ve had it too,” Philip lied, and the two Academy students walked slowly to the bench and sat down to catch their breaths, or at least, Hardy’s breath.

They sat down next to each other.  Their thighs were touching.  Philip put his hand on Hardy’s knee and ran it up his thigh, reaching farther than decency would have expected.  Hardy didn’t move, but suddenly he broke out laughing.

“I’m supposed to break you in, you know,” he chuckled.

“No need, Hardy.  My friend and I have been at it for a year.”

“Shit, I wanted a virgin.”

“I may not be a virgin, but I’ll bet there are lots of things you could teach me.”

Hardy stood up and pulled Philip up with him.  “Well, let’s find out, shall we?  It’s three hours before dinner.”

They got to Philip’s room and threw their sweaty clothes on the floor.  Hardy pulled something from the back of the armoire.  It was a canvas bag. 

“Put your dirty stuff in here.  When it’s full leave it outside your door at lights out.  You’ll find it clean in the morning.  The laundry is done while we sleep.”  Philip hadn’t thought about it, but he was glad to hear he didn’t have to do laundry.  At what his dad was paying for this place, he shouldn’t have to.  They stood there naked and Hardy said, “For a kid your age you’re well hung. You’re almost as big as I am.”

They were both cut, and Philip was a bit disappointed.  “My friend is circumcised also.  One of these days I want to suck an uncut cock.”  Hardy broke out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Play your cards right, and you will.  The Head is uncut.”

A million thoughts ran through Philip’s brain.  How did Hardy know that The Head was uncut?   Philip could tell that The Head wanted him, so he vowed to play by the rules.

They removed the towels and wash cloths from Philip’s bed and walked to the showers, where Hardy showed Philip a closet containing towels, wash cloths and soap.  “These are for when your towels are in the laundry,” Hardy said.  There were six shower heads.  One was already in use by a newbie and his twelfth grader.  They didn’t react at all when Philip and Hardy came in.  Hardy started to adjust the shower water temperature in the stall two over from the other couple.  They were soaping each other and playing with each other’s genitals.  Both were very erect.

“I see it’s going well, pal,” Hardy said to the senior.

“Yeah, they are starting earlier and earlier.  It’s hard to get a virgin any more.”

“Same here,” Hardy echoed, as the newbie in the other stall dropped to his knees and went down on the senior, who began to purr with pleasure.

“Shit,” the other senior said.  “You don’t have to teach these kids a thing any more.”

Watching this scene was too much for Philip.  He too dropped to his knees and started to suck Hardy’s prick.  It smelled of sweat, since Hardy hadn’t had a chance to soap himself clean.  Philip didn’t mind at all.  In fact, it turned him on.

Hardy and Philip spent the rest of the day having sex, with a break for dinner.  As they fell asleep crunched together in Philip’s bed, Philip whispered, “I think I’m going to like it here.”

Hardy got up early in the morning, disturbing Philip.  “I gotta get out of here in case your roomie shows up with his parents.  Wear your uniform, because parents will be on campus today.  Meet me at the commissary at 8 AM.”  He put on his gym shorts and ran to his dorm to brush his teeth, shower, shave and dress.

In the commissary Philip and Hardy sat on benches side by side, wearing school uniforms.  They both had orange juice and corn flakes, and Hardy had a cup of coffee with a Danish pastry.  Philip declined the pastry, prompting Hardy to comment once again on his skinny frame.  While they were eating, they kept groping each other under the table.

After an uncomfortable silence, Philip asked, “Where can we go today to continue my education?”

“Actually,” Hardy said, “Our orientation is over.  You’re on your own until Monday morning.  You’ll get your class schedule in your mail box sometime tomorrow or Sunday.  If you would like to come over to my room, we can discuss the possibility of getting together over the weekend.”

“I’d like that a lot,” Philip said.  “Can I go over now?”

“Not really.  I have things to do, but why don’t you come by after lunch.”

Philip smiled and nodded, and Hardy took off.  He wondered what he could do until lunch time.  At first he thought he might put on gym shorts and sneakers, and use the track, but then it occurred to him that his room mate, Stuart Bradley, would be arriving shortly and his first stop would be their dorm room, so he decided to await the boy’s arrival in the entrance hall, where there was a bench.  He could see his room from there. 

He didn’t have to wait long.  Stuart was not accompanied by his parents and somehow that made Philip feel better.  He wasn’t the only fish in the ocean whose parents couldn’t take an extra hour to be with him, on what was potentially a very traumatic day.

Stuart and his senior mentor entered the room, and the senior put his bag on the bed.  He had less clothing with him than Philip had.  Philip followed them in.

“Hi, Stu,” Philip said cheerfully.  “I’m Philip Bonchance, your room mate.”

Stuart’s face had been sad and apprehensive, but it suddenly brightened with a broad grin.  He stuck out his hand to shake Philip’s.

“You know my name?” he asked.

“Yes, my mentor told me.”

“Do you prefer to be called Phil or Philip?”

“Philip, if you don’t mind.”

“I prefer Stu.”

“Hmmph,” Stu’s mentor interrupted, “I’m Jim Carlin.”  He stuck out his hand to Philip and asked, “Who’s your senior, Slim?”

Philip winced.  He hated being called Slim.  “Hardy Carter,” Philip answered.

Jim smiled.  “You’re lucky.  Hardy is a really great guy.”  He put his hand on his crotch, and winked at Philip as he said that.

“Now Philip, I have to ask you to get lost.  I have to continue Stu’s orientation.  After tonight, you boys are on your own and you can hang out together all weekend.”

“Where should I sleep tonight?” Philip asked returning Jim’s wink.

“If you ask him nicely, I’m sure Hardy can make room for you in his bed, I mean, his room.”  Philip looked at Stu who looked totally perplexed. 

Philip hoped that when he ran into Stu again he would recognize him.  The Head seemed to use his admission privileges to choose only blue-eyed blonds, and Stu was no exception.  Most of the incoming ninth grade looked like clones.  There was not an Asian or an African American in the whole class.  Philip wondered how the school could get away with this obvious discrimination.  He figured that maybe private schools and clubs were exempt, especially if they didn’t receive any government subsidies.  He himself was a non-practicing Episcopalian.  He wondered if there were any Catholics and Jews among the white student body.  He was to find out that there were.  It was Caucasian money that ultimately dictated entry into The Academy, not religion.  When Hardy had shown him the chapel, he told him that participation in religious services was not required.

Philip looked for Hardy at lunch, but couldn’t spot him.  He did spot Stu, and he sat with him and Jim.  Today the sandwich was ham and cheese.  There was no mayonnaise on it, and Philip ate it all, but again he skipped milk and dessert.

After lunch, he found Hardy in his room fully dressed, wearing a school blazer, and the two started off to Misner Park, a lovely outdoor shopping mall.  It was walking distance from the school, and Philip got to see a little bit of Boca Raton.  At one end of The Park there was a huge lawn and a bowl shaped stage.  “They have free concerts here in the winter,” Hardy said, “but even seniors can’t attend because of the ten o’clock curfew.”

“Bummer.”

After they had walked around The Park several times, and did a lot of window shopping, Hardy suggested they go back.  There were still two hours before dinner.  He winked at Philip as he made that suggestion.

“May I stay with you tonight?  My room mate’s mentor suggested it.”

“Sure. It’ll be my pleasure, but when the rest of the students get here, you’ll make new friends and you won’t see too much of me.  Just take my advice.  Stay as beautiful as you are and put on a little weight.  If you do, you’ll have a lot of tea at The Head’s quarters.”

They got back to Hardy’s room and Philip asked, “Where’s your room mate?”

“Coincidentally, and strictly at random, he got your room mate to orient.  I imagine they are fucking like crazy in your room.”

To be continued...

Posted: 01/11/13