Boca Raton Academy
 by: Hankster

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Chapter 13 

As the week progressed, and the Craigs became more comfortable with the Bonchances, Stu presented Charlene and John with a proposition.

“We have lots of room in our home in Boston, but we are staying with my folks, that is, my adoptive family in New York for the summer.  How about allowing Carl and Carla to go back east with us.  We’ll spend another week or two in New York, and then we’ll go back to Boston.  We can check out design schools for Carla in New York, and Carl can check out Harvard in Boston.  As an alumnus, I can get him an interview with the admissions director.”

He failed to mention that he, Anthony and Philip were heavy contributors to the school, and that he intended to pay Carl’s tuition.

“I don’t know,” John and Charlene said in unison.

“Please, please,” the twins begged, also in unison.

“It would be a great learning experience for them,” Marnie said.  “We’d only stay in New York a week or two, and likewise in Boston.  They would be home in less than a month.

“Do Margaret and Anthony have enough room?” John wanted to know.

Stu smiled.  “They could billet a whole platoon.  Please consider it.  You guys would be able to take some much needed time for yourselves, and I can bond with my brother and sister.”

“That sounds inviting, a vacation without kids.  Charlene and I will talk about it,” John promised, “and let you know what we decide.”

Over the next two days the twins constantly badgered their parents to allow the trip.  When the parents were at work, they took Stu and Marnie all over LA sight seeing.  The more the four of them were together, the more the twins wanted to take the trip with Marnie and Stu, especially with the promise of checking out design schools and Harvard University.  They were also beginning to sense that their brother was filthy rich.

They simply wore the parents down, and Charlene and John finally consented, but not before John called Anthony and cleared it with him.  Charlene wanted to speak to Margaret to thank her for mothering Stu, but in the end, she chickened out.

The week went by far too quickly.  At the airport, Charlene kissed the twins goodbye, but she practically had to be torn from Stu’s arms.

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Stu said.  “I’m not going anywhere.  We’ll speak often, and I’ll visit whenever I can.”  Charlene’s heart was working double time.  Stu called her “Mom,” and she could hardly bear it.

John shook Stu’s hand and kissed Marnie on the cheek, admonishing her to see her obstetrician ASAP.  The four of them boarded the plane, sat down in the first class cabin, and the twins looked forward to the adventure of a lifetime.

Margaret, Anthony and Philip welcomed Carl and Carla as if they were their very own.  The only ripple during the entire visit occurred as Friday night approached.  Anthony and his sons had planned on their boys’ night out, but what about Carl?  Anthony and his sons went into a private conference.  It was Philip who put the whole thing in prospective.

“First of all,” Philip said, “he’s seventeen.  “His hormones are at an all time high.  At this point in his life he would fuck a raw steak, then cook and eat it.  Secondly I have a theory, that I have proved over and over again.”

“What’s that?” Stu asked.

“I believe that all human males are innately homosexual.”

“What do you mean you have proved that over and over again?” Anthony asked.

“Every time I have a conference with the father of one of my students, I make sure that I am scantily dressed.  Without ever failing, I end up in bed with him if I find him attractive.”

“Wow,” is all Anthony and Stu could say.

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?” Philip continued.  “Carl will take the next plane back to LA and end up in USC or UCLA.  I sincerely doubt that.  I predict he’ll end up thanking us for the best evening of his life.”

“So what’s the bottom line, boys?” Anthony asked.  “Do we take him along, go without him, or just stay home.”

“I say take him along,” Philip voted.

“I say we stay home,” Stu voted.  “He’s my brother for God’s sake.  What if he rats on me to his parents?  I guess your vote decides it Dad.”

Without a moment’s hesitation Anthony voted to take the boy along, with a condition.

“What’s that?” Philip asked.

“I want a few minutes alone with him before we make a final determination.”

“No!” Philip said adamantly.  “I’m the one to have the few moments with him alone.  What do you say Stu?”

“I think that’s a first class compromise.”

The next morning, which was Wednesday, the ladies decided to do lunch and visit the two finest design schools in Manhattan.  It was already decided that Carla could live with Margaret and Anthony if she chose a school in New York.

The moment the men were alone, Anthony challenged Stu to a cribbage game, and Philip asked Carl to come up to his room to discuss something with him.  “Sure thing, Bro,” Carl said.  Philip had asked the twins to think of him as their brother too.  A big grin crossed Philip’s face, and the smile he got back was even broader.  They entered Philip’s room and Philip closed the door.

“What’s up?” Carl asked looking at Philip curiously.

“Never ask a guy what’s up,” Philip laughed.  “That’s a leading question.”

Carl looked puzzled for a moment, but then he got the joke and he laughed too.

“Strangely enough, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Philip said seriously.  “Are you still a virgin or have you had sex yet?”

Carl was shocked.  “I’ve already had the birds and bees talk with my father,” he stuttered.

“File that conversation away in the science fiction section of the library.  I want to talk hard core stuff.  Now if you have a sexual history, tell me about it from your first jack off session, your first wet dream, your first I’ll show you if you show me, and so on and so forth.”

Carl’s face looked like someone had painted it red.  “Why?” he asked.

“Because Stu and I want to give you a literal sex education not a theoretical one.”

“That sounds good to me,” Carl finally smiled.

“So talk to me, and do not hold back on anything.  It takes a lot to make me blush.  In fact, I doubt if I can.”

“I can remember an incident when I wasn’t five yet.  My friend and I had a sleepover in his house, because my parents were going out, and they couldn’t get a sitter.”

“What did they do about Carla?”

“She was sent to my grandmother, my dad’s mother.  Anyway, we were in bed together.  I don’t know why or how it started, but we started to play with each other’s cocks.  I remember it felt very pleasant, but that was it.  Then when we were about ten, the same friend taught me how to whack off.  He had been instructed by a slightly older boy.  I called him after my first successful attempt, and the first time after that when we were alone, we jacked off together.”

“Did you ever mutually masturbate each other?”

Carl was silent.  “Come on, you can tell me.  Make believe I’m your pastor and you’re in the confessional.  It will not go any further than these walls.”

Carl and Philip were sitting next to each other on Philip’s bed.  Carl inched closer to Philip as if to confide something to him.  “We did more than just jack off together.”

“Fun, wasn’t it?  What did you guys do?  Feel free to confide in me.  You do know that I’m gay, don’t you Carl?”  As a result of that disclosure, Philip expected that either Carl would run from the room or inch closer.  He inched closer.

“We did what gay guys do, I suppose.  We sucked and fucked each other.”

 

“Did you guys kiss each other?”

“That was the best part for me.”

“Is it still going on or is it over?”

“It’s over.  We both date girls now.”

“Would you like to spend an evening having sex with other boys and men?”

“Sure!” Carl answered at warp speed.  Philip was pleased. 

“My father, Stu and I belong to a father/son club.  On Friday night’s we meet for sex.  Everyone is free to sleep with anyone else.  You can have a father or a son, even a brother.  If you’re interested, you are welcome to join us.  If not, I urge you to keep our secret.  The women think we are enjoying a boys’ night out.”

Carl’s eyes were opening to saucer size.  He kept adjusting his crotch to accommodate his growing rod.  He got courageous enough to put his hand on Philip’s knee.

“Of course, I’m interested.  I want to go very much.”

“Would you like a preview?”

Carl nodded his head so hard, Philip was afraid he would get a whip lash.  He took out his cell phone, and Carl heard him say, “Yeah, you and Dad get up here quick.  The boy can’t wait.  Minutes later Anthony and the boys were naked.  All three concentrated on servicing Carl’s body.  The boy lay back on the bed in heavenly bliss.  Stu raised his legs and rimmed him.  Anthony sucked his cock, and Philip just kissed him.  The boy had said kissing was his favorite thing.

They got the boy ready, and he fucked Stu, then Philip.  He couldn’t hold back any longer when he was fucking Anthony, and he came in Anthony’s bowels.  They ended up with Anthony and Philip playing sixty-nine, and Stu and Carl playing sixty-nine.  When everyone was satisfied, Carl kissed Stu and said, “Nobody has a better brother than I do.  I love you.  Next time, please fuck me.”

Stu and Carl showered and dressed together, as did Anthony and Philip.  When Anthony told the girls to plan something for Friday night because it was boys’ night out, they all thought it was so nice that they included Carl.

When they entered the club, they were greeted again by Sam Whiting and his son, Josh.

“Hey Stu, who is this carbon copy of you?” 

“He’s my brother.”

Sam’s eyebrows rose an inch.  “It’s a long story,” Stu said.  “I’ll explain another time.”

Once undressed inside the mansion, Philip sought out Michael Robbins, his tenth grade student.  He introduced Carl and Michael, and Michael took Carl right up stairs.  “He looks just like your brother Stu,” Michael said as he flew away.

Sam and Anthony were the next to pair off, and when they were gone, Philip said to Stu.  “We live too far apart, my love.  I miss you so much.  I want to spend the night with you.”

“You get no argument from me.” 

The time went way too fast, and the final father/son hour arrived.  Lucky Anthony found himself with three sons.

“Why don’t I pair off with Philip,” he suggested, “and Stu and Carl can pair off.  That way it will be blood relatives coupling according to the rules.”

“Fuck me now, please,” Carl begged Stu.  Stu didn’t say anything.  He just went to a dresser top which was generously supplied with lube and condoms.  A few minutes later he fucked Carl’s boyish ass doggie style.  He wrapped his body around his little brother and wept for joy.

To be continued...

Posted: 02/22/13