Boca Raton Academy
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 4 

Of the twenty-four entering freshman in the dorm, only eleven went to the mall.  The others were still untangling themselves from sex with their mentors or with their room mates.  Mr. Clemens accompanied them.  As he had promised, most of the stores were closed except for the coffee shop at the Food Court.  Still, the mall was crowded with mall walkers.  The Florida climate was too hot and humid for walking outdoors.  Walking was the favorite form of exercise for the more mature citizens, so they came to the air conditioned mall to get their exercise.

“We’ll meet back at this entrance, which is the main entrance, at exactly 9:50,” Clemens ordered.  “Until then, you are on your own.  Explore the mall, so you can determine what you would like to do when the stores open.”  The boys ran off as if they were being pursued by a posse.  Stu and Philip headed for the Food Court.  They were anxious to buy snacks for their room (at least Stu was).  They knew of no rule which would prohibit food in the dorm.

There were all kinds of mouth watering cookies and muffins in the display cases at the coffee shop.  They picked out what they wanted, but decided not to buy anything until just before their trip back to school.  They explored the mall, bypassing all the clothing stores.  They had little need for clothing.  There weren’t that many stores left, house wares, music stores, gadgetry stores, and the like.  All along the mall passageways there were cell phone and jewelry kiosks.  The jewelry people offered to pierce your ears free if you bought a pair of overpriced studs.  The boys looked at each other questioningly.

“Do you think there’s a rule prohibiting piercing one ear?  It would be fun to wear matching ear rings.  Then one pair would be enough for both of us,” Philip observed.”

“I dunno, but let’s find out.  If it’s Ok we could do it next time.”  It didn’t occur to them that they were minors and needed parental permission.

Little by little the stores and kiosks began to open and the mall was buzzing by 9 AM.  At 9:45 the boys went to the coffee shop, and bought six different kinds of muffins and a dozen chocolate chip cookies.  Philip knew that he would allow Stu to eat most of it.  His sweet tooth did not exist.  The bill came to nearly $20.00 plus tax.

“Wow,” Stu gasped.  “My ten wouldn’t have gone very far.”  He tried to give ten dollars to Philip, who absolutely refused. 

“My dad’s paying for it anyhow.  He gave me a credit card.”  Philip handed the card to the counter man who looked at it suspiciously, but he rang up the sale anyway.  On the bus ride back the boys discussed where they could stash their goodies. 

“I have a plastic container,” Stu said turning red.  My foster parents made food for me for the flight.  I don’t know why, but I cleaned out the container and thought it might be useful.”

“I like the way you think.  You really are a genius.” Philip smiled at Stu and took his hand.  Stu pulled away.  Philip ignored the slight.

As they got off the bus, Clemens told them to go to their rooms, wash up, and change out of uniform before going to the commissary for lunch.  Stu would have preferred a cookie for lunch, but Philip wanted to see what the dining room had to offer, now that the rest of the student body and faculty were arriving in droves. 

He was not disappointed.  Lunch today consisted of a hot, open-faced turkey sandwich.  The turkey was off the bone, and not processed.  Philip sighed with relief.  The bin containing milk now had whole, 2%, 1%, and skim milk.  Philip was feeling better all the time.

“Whattayawannado after lunch?” Stu asked Philip.  Stu would become the most corrected student in his elocution classes.

“Let’s check our mailboxes and see if our class schedules have been put in.  Then let’s go to our room, get naked and take a nap.”

Stu’s face clouded over, but he said, “OK.  Are we going to nap together?”

“I’d like that, but only if it’s what you want.”

 

Stu nodded, and actually smiled.  They went first to their mail boxes.  There was nothing there.  Then they went to their room, and for what was to be Stu’s first therapy session.

They undressed and lay down side by side on Philip’s bed.  “Look, Tiger,” Philip said in a whisper, “When I can’t get any, I jack off.  I think that’s a good place for you to start.”

“Sure, but you go first, and I’ll study what you do.”

“You wouldn’t chicken out on me after I’ve cum and everything, would you?”

Stu shook his head vigorously.

Philip took hold of Stu’s hand, and started stroking his own cock with his free hand.  Stu did not pull away this time.  He was too busy looking at the action on Philip’s side of the bed.  Philip began to erect.  He was nearly six inches now, and Stu was beginning to feel very inferior.  He never looked at his morning woodies, and he didn’t realize that he was just a half inch smaller than Philip.  Both boys had a way to go, and would grow much more in a very short time.

After about two minutes Philip began to moan and his breathing became labored. 

Stu got frightened.  “What’s happening?” he asked.

“Something wonderful,” Philip purred.  “I’m cumming.  Watch!”

Stu watched.  Philip lifted his buttocks off the bed and began to moan, pumping harder and harder.  He screamed out one long wail, and a white viscous liquid shot from his cock all over his chest and abdomen.

 Stu had never seen semen before.  “What’s that?” he asked.  Philip could not believe how naïve his room mate was.

“That’s my seed, dude, my cum, my juice.”  He put some on his finger and put it to his mouth.  “That tastes delicious.”  He put some more on his finger, and offered it to Stu.  Stu turned away.

“Please taste it,” Philip begged.  “It won’t kill you, and hopefully it will help you get over your fears.”

“Please don’t pressure me, but I can’t.  Maybe I’ll be able to next time.  Just lying here with you, naked like this, is taking all I have to offer.”

“OK. OK. Now start jerking off.”

Philip could not believe that Stu was still soft after all that he had witnessed.  He wasn’t moving.

“Come on, now,” Philip urged.  “Wrap your palm around that beautiful tool of yours and start stroking.  You promised me”  At last Stu did as he was asked to do.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yeeess.”  Stu was getting an erection.  He could tell that he was hardening, but he was still amazed.  He looked downward.  It was growing.  It was almost as long as Philip’s.  Now he could get a better grip on his rod and he stroked a little harder.  Three minutes later, Stu had not yet cum, and Philip could tell that he was losing his erection.  He forgot to ask permission.  He just pushed Stu’s hand away, and took over the stroking with light feathery fingers.

Stu was about to scream out, to remind Philip that he needed permission, but suddenly he realized that he felt too good.  He was happy for the first time that he could ever remember.  He didn’t know if he was straight or gay, but he knew for sure he liked what Philip was doing to him.  He was moaning and his body began to buck like a bronco.  Now even Philip wasn’t thinking about the consequences.  He leaned over and gobbled Stu’s cock into his mouth.   He nibbled on a foreskin for the first time, and he loved it.  He was fascinated at the way Stu’s cock had emerged from the foreskin and exposed a purple head.  He had his wish at last.

From the moans coming from Stu, he loved it also. Stu’s eyes were closed.  He had no idea what was happening, other than he was feeling better and better.  He felt a strange sensation in his toes.  It was like an electrical impulse, and it travelled as do all electrical impulses.  It spread throughout his whole body.  He could feel it travelling through his cock.  He would have been frightened, but he felt too good.

Suddenly he found himself pumping his cock into what he thought was Philip’s moist palm, but was in fact, Philip’s mouth.  All the time, Stu was too frightened to open his eyes.  He felt when Philip let his cock free, but still he didn’t want to move.  Philip crept up Stu’s body until he was lying on top of him.  He put his lips on Stu’s and forced Stu’s lips open with his tongue.  Everything Philip did scared the shit out of Stu, but he had no strength to resist.  He let it happen.

Philip began to flick his tongue across Stu’s.  Stu could taste something gooey that tasted a little salty.  “God,” he thought, “Philip has the most wonderful tasting saliva.”

Finally Philip rolled off Stu’s body. “Are you OK?’ he asked.  He was actually afraid to ask Stu if he had enjoyed it.

“I’m fine.”

“Did you like the taste of your cum?”

“What do you mean?”

“I gave you a blow job, and I passed some of your spunk on to you.”

“No shit.  I thought you were just giving me a hand job.”

“I was, but I switched in mid stream.”

“I loved it, Phil.  Shit I mean Philip.”

“Tell you what.  You can call me Phil, but you better warn other guys that it’s a no-no.”  He leaned over and started kissing Stu again.  There was no resistance, only two dueling tongues.

“How did you like your first orgasm?”

“It was strange, and it was wonderful.  How soon can we do it again?”

“Everybody is different.  I recover pretty quickly.  We’ll have to find out about you.”

They lay in bed smooching and fondling for a good long time.  Finally Stu, the practical one, said.  “I think we should shower and get ready for dinner.  Lunch was so great, I can’t imagine what they will do for dinner.”

Reluctantly they got out of bed, and showered.  They were alone in the shower, but Philip knew instinctively that he should not be affectionate outside of their bedroom…. yet.

They weren’t disappointed.  The dinner entrée was two lamb chops with mint jelly, baked sweet potato and asparagus.  The appetizer was a half grapefruit, and dessert was a scoop of vanilla ice cream.  As usual, Philip skipped dessert, and Stu had two scoops of ice cream. 

On one side of the commissary, away from the other benched tables, there were two tables with real chairs.  These were reserved for faculty.  Most of the faculty had arrived, and the tables were almost fully occupied.  The most senior member of the staff sat with The Head.  He was there on The Head’s right, and Mr. Clemens was seated on his left.  There were three other older teachers at the table also.  Philip glanced that way, and caught the eyes of Smythe and Clemens.  Both men nodded, and smiled back.  Then Philip could see Smythe and Clemens whispering to each other.  He had a suspicion as to what the conversation was about.  I better break Stu in fast, he thought.

After dinner they went to the student lounge, and they played a game of pool with another entering freshman and a tenth grader.  The tenth grader’s room was right across the hall from Philip and Stu.  The ninth graders were all on the port side and the tenth graders were all on the starboard side of the dorm.  The current ninth graders would keep their rooms next year, so then the ninth graders would be starboard, and the tenth graders would be port.

“Have you guys met Clarence yet?” the tenth grader asked.

“Yup,” Stu answered.

“My roomie won’t be here until tomorrow.  I’m quitting after this game.  I want to get to Clare’s room before anyone else does.  I am so fucking horny.  There’s nobody back home who wants to have fun.  I have never met so many up tight Baptists in my life.  Hey, if he’s taken, do any of you guys wanna play tonight?”

Philip and Stu shook their heads, and the other ninth grader said that his mentor had invited him to his room.

“Shit.  I’d better head out now before someone beats me to it.”  The tenth grader put his cue stick in the rack and left suddenly.

“Let’s go to our room,” Philip said to Stu.  “I have some reading to catch up on.”

“Sure you do,” the other ninth grader said, and Philip and Stu headed home.

When they got to their room, Philip closed the door.  He reached into one of his dresser drawers and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly that Hardy had left there for him.”

“What’s that?”

“That’s for anal sex.”

“No, no, never.  It hurts too much.  I used to hear my mother screaming to those men not to do it to her”

Philip put his arms around Stu.  “It doesn’t hurt at all.  Love never hurts.  Only rape hurts.  We’ll start easy.  I’ll put KY on my littlest finger and insert it.  If it hurts, I’ll remove it, and we’ll keep trying until it doesn’t hurt.”

Stu was frightened to death, but he agreed to the experiment.  Philip wondered at Stu’s words that it hurts too much.  Was there more trauma in Stu’s young life that he hadn’t confided to him?  He decided never to ask.  They undressed, and Stu lay down on his bed on his stomach.  Philip leaned over, and kneaded both of Stu’s cheeks.  Then he began to lick both sides.  Finally he spread Stu’s cheeks and started to rim him.  Stu gave out a little squeak, and Philip stopped.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes, don’t stop.”

“I have to stop for a moment.”  Philip put some jelly on the pinky of his right hand and slowly inserted it into Stu’s crack.

“How does that feel?”

“I don’t feel anything.”  Philip greased his forefinger and gently inserted it.  Stu’s crack was already greasy, and his finger slipped in easily.

“Can you feel that?”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t hurt.”  Philip began to rotate his finger around.  “It feels rather nice, in fact.”

Philip decided to take a shot at it.  He greased his cock, added grease to Stu’s hole and positioned himself for entry.

“Wha, what are you doing,” Stu sounded frightened.

“I swear Stu, I won’t hurt you.  I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?  I won’t hurt you, you’ll love it.  Please trust me.”  Stu relaxed his body and Philip placed his crown on the hole.

“Relax, baby,” Philip said and he entered doggie style.  He never slipped into an ass hole so readily.  Again he wondered if Stu had told him everything about those terrible years.  

“I’m in,” Philip announced. 

“No shit!  I don’t feel anything.”

Philip started to stroke slowly.  “Oh my God,” Stu whispered.  “I can feel you now.  It’s wonderful.  Don’t stop please.  My God, I love it.  It feels so good.”

With all that encouragement, Philip came quickly, spilling his seed into Stu’s bowels.

“Why did you stop?” Stu wailed.

“Because I came, dumb bunny, and I need recovery time.”

“Oh, I see,” Stu said.  His lessons were well on their way.  Now all Philip had to do was get him to reciprocate.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/18/13