Boca Raton Academy
 by: Hankster

© 2013 by the author

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Chapter 6 

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  He became more and more withdrawn.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 sixteenth 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 demanded impatiently.  Stu tore open the envelope.  He retrieved a check, drawn on the First Bank of New York, payable to him, from the Anthony Bonchance Trust/FBO Stuart Bradley.  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 signature.  It was written by Philip’s parents.  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, and telling us all about you on the telephone.  We 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 sixteenth 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.  I hardly ever spend any money.  I’ve got over $1,000.00 in my account.  Yours will grow just as quickly.  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 not to sound so serious by laughing when he said it.

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They arrived at the Bonchance home by cab.  Their parents were not there yet, 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 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 to 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, Philip 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 old 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 maitre d’ 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 Philip does.”  Philip 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 out.  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...

Posted: 01/25/13