Boca Raton Academy
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 5 

The next morning was Sunday, and the boys elected to sleep late and miss breakfast.  It was near ten when they got up, did their morning things, and  followed up with a quick shower.  At that late hour nobody was around and Philip got bold.  He came up to Stu and began to soap his back.  Stu sighed and allowed it.  When Philip wrapped himself around Stu, and started soaping his chest, Stu still did not flinch.

Philip was thrilled at how far along he had taken his student.  Little by little his soapy hand went further and further south on Stu’s body until he was masturbating his room mate.  Stu kept sighing, until Philip could feel his balls constricting.  He stopped stroking immediately.

“Why did you stop?  It almost happened again,” Stu lamented.

“You’ve had it too good.  Now it’s my turn.”

Philip could feel Stu’s body tense.  “Love is not a one way street,” Philip declared the obvious.

“I know,” Stu murmured, “but I’m scared.”

“I haven’t been wrong yet, dude.  You’ll see.  You’ll get as much pleasure, maybe more, when you give a partner pleasure, than when you receive it.  Nothing we do together will hurt you.  I promise you, so please trust me.”

They dried off quickly and returned naked to their room.  On the way they met the tenth grader, who had visited Clarence Clemens’s room last night.  He was just leaving the teacher’s room.  He winked at his school mates.  “Fantastic!” he stated.  He looked at the two naked boys.  “Do you guys want some company in your room?”

“Not this time,” Philip said, running his tongue across his lips.  “Maybe next time.”  The tenth grader nodded and went to his room.

Once settled in their room with the door tight shut, Philip said, “I want you to suck my cock, and when I cum, I want you to taste my spunk.  You don’t have to swallow it if you don’t want to.”

“I got a small idea of how it tasted last night.  I might try to swallow, that is, if I can bring myself to take your prick into my mouth.”

“Sweet friend,” Philip said kindly, in an effort to relax Stu, “Just imagine I’m a lollipop.  Stroke me with your tongue, and keep your teeth tucked in.  When you take me into your mouth, continue to lick me with your tongue and pump my shaft with your lips.  While doing that just fondle and play with my balls.  If you can conquer your reticence, play with my crack and lick it occasionally.  If that’s too much for you right now, rimming can wait for another time.”

“I’ll try.  I promise.”

Philip was flat on his back and Stu lay down on top of him.  They began to kiss, and Philip felt Stu’s tense body relaxing.  Stu copied Philip.  He kissed him with open lips, and little by little, he worked his way down Philip’s body.  At last, he was fondling Philip’s balls with his tongue.  They were just out of the shower, and Stu got heady from the sweet soapy smell, coupled with a musky masculine aroma.

He began to lick the underside of Philip’s cock.  After a few strokes, he stopped to remark to Philip that he tasted very nice.  He informed Philip that he expected it to taste vile, because the cocks of his mother’s clients had always smelled so rancid.  Then he went back to his job.  After awhile, he interrupted himself again and reached lower so that he could rim Philip’s ass.

Stu was shocked.  There was no smell of shit, only the fresh smell of soap.  Philip’s hole was pink and inviting, and Stu tried to insert his tongue into the hole, but he couldn’t quite make it.  He returned to sucking Philip’s cock.

Philip was high on his success with his young protégé, and that elevated his horniness, so that he started to cum very quickly.  He put his hand on Stu’s head to hold it down as he gushed into Stu’s gullet.  Stu couldn’t have moved if he wanted to.  He swallowed everything that he could.  He really wanted to, remembering how good it had tasted the night before.  He shared what was left in a long sensuous French kiss with his room mate.

“Are you hot?” Philip asked looking at Stu’s hard-on. 

“Very.”

Once again Philip was delighted.  “Good,” he said, “Because now you’re going to fuck me.”  Instead of fear, a look of utter delight flooded Stu’s face.  It was he who ran to the desk to get the KY Jelly. 

“Loosen me up with your fingers,” Philip requested.  I’m pretty open so it shouldn’t take long to prepare me.”

Philip asked Stu to enter him while he was flat on his back, so he could see Stu’s face when he came.  He was glad he did.  As Stu reached his climax, he began to moan, and purr like a kitten, alternately.  He didn’t think to ask Philip if it hurt, he just drove home mercilessly.  Philip had to yell, “Slow down, Tiger.  You’re hurting me.”

Stu stopped altogether.  “Don’t stop.  Just go easy, please,” Philip instructed.

“I’m sorry,” Stu said.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”  There were tears in his eyes, which quickly stopped as he resumed stroking.  His orgasm came upon him in waves.  He collapsed atop Philip and started crying uncontrollably.

“Don’t be sorry,” Philip tried to console Stu.  “Raise your body and look.”  Stu did that, and he found that they were sticking together. 

“How’s that?” Stu asked. 

“I came again while you fucked me.  You were that good.”

Stu resumed his tears.  “Why are you crying now?”

“Because I’m so damned happy.  I like having sex with you now.  Sex is good.”  He started to laugh through his tears.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that, because I have a feeling that you and I are going to have four years of great sex with each other, fellow students, and the faculty.”

“You really think so?”

“Yup!  How’d you like to do a threesome with Clarence one of these evenings?”  For whatever reason that struck both of them as very, very funny, and they got hysterical with laughter.

During the next few weeks, Philip and Stu were aware that The Head had invited half of the entering class to his quarters for afternoon tea.  It was not something Stu thought about, but Philip found it weird.  Both The Head and Clemens had looked at Stu and him with lustful desire, so why were they being spurned?

On the Wednesday, two weeks before Thanksgiving break, Philip found a written invitation in his mailbox to join The Head for afternoon tea on Friday afternoon.  The invitation said to come in casual clothes.   He didn’t tell Stu about it because he was afraid that Stu might feel hurt, or worse, discriminated against, because of his social status. 

That evening at dinner Stu asked Philip what he was doing Friday after school. 

“Nuthin’ much. Why do you ask?”

“I gotta lotta work to do in the library.  I’ll be there until dinner time.”

“It’s OK, bro.  I’ll find something to do.  Maybe I’ll corner Clarence,” and he broke out laughing. 

“Don’t laugh, Phil.  He’s hung like a horse.”

“That settles it.  I don’t want to have a horse’s cock up my ass.”

On Friday, both boys dressed as casually as they could.  After their last class, Stu went to the library and Philip went to the archery range.  When he thought enough time had passed, Philip headed for The Head’s apartment.

He rang the bell, and the door was answered quickly by The Head Master.  Philip was shocked.  The man was wearing a sheer, see through robe.  It was obvious that he had nothing on underneath. 

Philip entered quickly and The Head closed the door.  Immediately he embraced the boy and said, “I want you to be totally relaxed and at ease.  Come with me into the living room.”

When they entered the room, Smythe yelled, “Surprise,” and Philip yelled, “Jeez.”  There was Stu sitting in an easy chair, wearing only his jockey shorts.  The poor boy was trembling.”

“You naughty boy,” Smythe said to Philip.  “How is it that you didn’t tell your room mate that today is your birthday?”

Philip had a very good reason.  The State of California no longer gave Stu’s foster parents any money for his support, because he didn’t live with them.  Stu hadn’t heard from them since he arrived at The Academy.  In fact, he didn’t live in California any longer, and California had taken him off their foster child care services.  For all intent and purposes, he was a resident of the great State of Florida.  The only money Stu received was from his endowment fund, a mere $10 a week allowance.  The amount had not been changed since the early thirties, when the scholarship fund was established.  Philip had made it his mission to make sure that none of the other students knew of Stu’s dire financial condition.  He purposely hid his birthday from Stu, for fear that the pauper would spend money on a card, and maybe a gift for him.

“I usually invite one boy at a time,” Smythe rambled on, “but I invited Stuart so that we could have a little birthday party for you.  How does it feel to be sixteen?”

“Same as yesterday.”

“Why don’t you get comfortable like Stuart?  The tea is ready.  I’ll just bring it in with some cookies.  I’ll be back in a minute.  As soon as Smythe left the room, Philip ran over to Stu and embraced him.

“I’m so scared,” Stu said.

“Listen, I’m not going to let that lecher undo everything I’ve done with you.  The rule is he can’t force himself on you.  I’ll give myself to him.  I’ve wanted to anyway.  You can watch, and join in only if you want to.”

Smythe returned carrying a tray with cups, saucers, sugar, milk and a steaming tea pot.  He put the tray on the coffee table and ran out again to get the sweets.  As he left, he looked over his shoulder.  “Philip, why aren’t you undressed yet?” he asked.

“I’ll show him,” Philip mumbled to Stu, and he undressed right down to his birthday suit.  His cock was not erect, but it had engorged and looked quite mature.  As soon as Stu saw Philip’s rod, which had become the object of his desire, he began to relax a little, but not enough for him to remove his shorts.

The Head returned carrying another tray.  This one had some cookies on it and a small cake with a lit candle in it.  When Smythe saw Philip naked, he almost dropped the tray.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Philip said.  “I hate to wear clothes.  I think I’m a nudist.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Smythe said.  He was virtually drooling.  “Now blow out the candle, and make a wish.”

“I wish that Dr. Smythe and I could have sex together.”  Out went the candle as Philip blew.

“You are supposed to wish silently.  But after all, it is your birthday, so I guess I’ll have to comply.”  The room grew silent, and Smythe poured the tea.  He added milk and sugar to his tea, but the boys sipped their tea as is.  Stu took a cookie, and Philip took nothing.

“You’ve got to have a piece of your birthday cake, Philip,” Smythe explained, “or your wish won’t come true.”

Philip forced himself to eat a small piece of cake.  The room was so silent, it was frightening.  Finally Smythe said to Stu, “how about you Stuart?  Don’t you wish to join us?”

“Do you mind if I just watch?”

“That’s fine, but feel free to join in at any time, if the mood strikes you, Stuart.  Come Philip sit with me on the sofa.”   Smythe dropped his robe.  His cock was fully erect at eight inches.  It was uncut and had heavier foreskin than Stu’s.  Philip’s heart skipped a beat.

Philip put down his tea cup, and joined Smythe on the small sofa.  It was really no bigger than a love seat.  As soon as he was seated, Smythe put his arm around Philip and pulled him closer.  Philip turned his face toward The Head, and placed his lips on The Headmaster’s.  In seconds their mouths were open and their tongues were dueling.

The Head pulled his face away, and began to speak.  “My cock is too fat and too large for boys your age, but when I think you are big enough, I’ll fuck you.  For now, we’ll stick to oral sex, and occasionally one of you can fuck me.  Is that OK, Philip?”

“I’m disappointed, but I’ll live with it.”

Stu looked at The Head.   He welcomed anal sex now with Philip, and he knew, that as Philip grew, his ass would accommodate him over time.  He wasn’t ready to let someone else fuck him yet.

The Head and Philip were kissing passionately and fondling each other’s cocks.  Both their cocks were lubricated with pre-cum.  Philip went down first, and started sucking The Head’s pulsating member, or at least as much as he could get into his mouth. 

Stu was getting very aroused.  He got up, removed his briefs, stood in front of The Head, and leaned in toward him.  The Head took Stu’s cock in his mouth and started sucking.  Smythe’s technique was very different than Philip’s, but that was not to say that Stu wasn’t enjoying the wet slobbery attention that his prick was receiving.  After a few short strokes, Smythe could tell that Stu was ready to burst.  He lamented that these young kids came so fast, he hardly had time to enjoy it.  He put his hand on Stu’s ass, and pulled him in as close as he could.  He swallowed all of Stu’s cum.  Before he released Stu’s rod from his mouth, he smiled at Stu, who smiled back.  Both of them were pleased.

Smythe stopped Philip from his task, and he went down on Philip.  Of course, Philip also came too fast for Smythe’s taste, but he knew that by the time these boys graduated, they would learn to delay their orgasms.  Monday, he thought, I’ll get me a senior.

“Now boys,” The Head said, “why don’t you both suck my cock.  I’m far gone.  I don’t think it will take long.”

That night, back in their dorm, they showered together.  Philip actually said, “Let’s wash that guy off of us.”  Later they cuddled in bed, and Stu said, “I sure hope he doesn’t call on me again.”

“Me too,” Philip parroted. 

Alas, it was not to be.  Jeremy Smythe loved Philip’s lack of reticence, his unbridled joy in male sex, the pure abandonment of his sexual activity.  He called on Philip quite often, but at these times they were alone.  The Head was very considerate, gentle and kind with Philip, and after a while, he was happy to get an invitation.  Philip even talked The Head into letting him fuck him, and then he talked Smythe into fucking him.  He swallowed his fear when Smythe entered him the first time, and was pleased to find that he loved every second of it.  Neither Philip nor Jeremy would have believed it if someone told them that they were falling in love.  They would have found it inconceivable.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/25/13