Pretend You're Someone Else (Chap. 11)

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ID: 1727540   (Rated: 18+) Pretend You're Someone Else  A man hides a secret from his family and has no clue that his son has the same secret. by KAT26/Adrian--Published!

The chapter you're about to read mentions m/m sex. If this bothers you please don't read it. Thank you.

Part One

Chapter Eleven

May - 1972

Avoy, Georgia

"You know you want this."

         The school bell rang shattering the silence of the room. Peter unzipped his plaid book bag, slipping his notebook inside. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Robert lean over to throw his in the metal trashcan. Without waiting to be dismissed, the two of them stood up from their uncomfortable desks, and walked out the classroom door. Advanced English had been a bitch, but both of the boys knew there would be an A+ on their final report cards.

         After emptying their lockers, they walked side by side silently down the long, grey, hallway towards the front door. All around them kids were screaming and shouting about the long summer that lay ahead. Peter closed his eyes, savoring the overheard conversations:

         "Are you going to watch, "All in the Family," tonight?"

         "Bobby is taking me to the drive-in! "Love Story"!!!"

         "...that new purple vest is..."

         "I'm starving!! Everyone met me..."

         His classmates were interesting people, but he had nothing in common with them. Looking over at Robert, he saw his friend bite his lower lip in a nervous gesture.

         "Peter," he called out. "Let's get out of here and back to my place. I-I have to tell you something important."

         Peter dodged a wadded up piece of paper that someone threw in his direction. Robert turned to glare at the person who did it.

         "What's your big secret?" he laughed.

         "Something I'm not too happy about," he replied, once they were outside on the concrete steps.

         Peter flung his bag over his shoulders, and raced Robert towards his house, like they did every day. Once they reached the tall iron fence, his friend came to a dead stop. Peter abruptly followed. He watched him trace the freshly painted iron with his fingertips.

         "What I need to tell you isn't...a bad thing, but it needs to be said. I've waited far too long."

         "OK," Peter replied in confusion. The hot, summer, sun beat down on the boys. Peter's auburn hair began to stick to his scalp. He wished Robert would just open the gates. Whatever the announcement was, couldn't they wait until they were inside?

         Robert was gazing towards the woods, a strange look on his face. A trickle of sweat appeared from underneath his black bangs, and slide down. Peter gasped in shock--Robert was sweating! This never happened.

         "Well," his friend unlatched the gate. "Let's go before we die out here."

         "Good deal."

         A shiver ran down Peter's back, as the boys strolled up the driveway, opened the front door, and began their ascent up the massive staircase to Robert's bedroom. Was his friend moving back to Atlanta? This couldn't happen--not now! For the first time in his life Peter had a real friend. He couldn't walk out on him now.

         Robert must have caught a glimpse of the worried look on his face because at that moment he stopped, wrapped his arms around Peter, and whispered, "It's not what you think, my family is staying here."

         Blushing slightly at Robert's unusual show of affection, not to mention his own over-active imagination, Peter unraveled himself from his friend's grip.

         "Better?" Robert asked biting his lip. This time it wasn't done in nervousness.

         Shaking his head, "yes," the two of them continued up the stairs, and minutes later into the bedroom.

         Peter gingerly lay his bag down on the floor, kicked his shoes off, and then took a flying leap onto the massive bed, settling into the blankets. Robert turned the TV on, stepped out of his shoes, then reached over to pick up a joint that lay on the desk table.

         Yawning deeply, Peter raised his arms over his head, and waited for his friend to join him.

         Robert lit the cigarette with a lighter from his pocket, then walked slowly towards the bed, taking a deep inhale of the pot as he went. Blowing it out, he stopped in front of Peter. There was a funny gaze in his eyes that had nothing to do with the marijuana.

         "I love you," Robert whispered, handing the joint over.

         Peter laughed, taking a hit. Exhaling the white-colored smoke into the air, he turned back to Robert with amusement.

         "You're stoned!"

         "No, I'm not."

         Smiling to himself, Peter handed the joint back. He knew his friend was crazy. Robert placed his hands on the bed and heaved himself up, sitting down next to him. After a long period of silence, which consisted of them taking turns passing the joint back and forth, Robert took the last puff and smashed out the remains on his bedside ashtray.

         "Peter," he lazily called out; maneuvering himself back around so they were face-to-face.

         "What is it?"

         A sly smile crept across his friend's face. "Let's play a game, then I'll tell you my secret."

         Robert inched towards him; his hair fell in his eyes. Peter saw an unusual change surpass through his friend. Something unexpected was about to take place and feeling remarkably stoned, he welcomed it.

         The air in the room seemed warmer as Robert leaned in, rested the palm of his hand on Peter's thigh, and whispered, "Who is your favorite female actor?"

         Stumped at the bizarre question, a thousand names raced through his brain. Robert began skipping his fingers up Peter's leg. Aroused by the movement and delirious from the pot, he blurred out the first actress that came to mind.

         "Marilyn Monroe."

         "You're quite stoned, are you not?" Robert whispered.

         Peter shivered when his friend's hot breath hit his ear. Inching his way closer to him, he giggled when he noticed Robert doing the same.

         "Yes...yes, I am."

         Robert reached out, took a lock of his hair and began to ravel it through his fingers. Peter wanted to jump back in disbelief, but the aroma of marijuana pushed the feelings aside.

         Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to "give in" to Robert. Seconds later when he felt his friend pressing his lips to meet his, he instantly kissed back. Every nerve in Peter's body told him that this was natural. Seconds later, Robert pulled away.

         "Lie back, and pretend I'm Marilyn."

         The words came out of nowhere, and Peter welcomed them. His brain lay in another place and time. Robert slipped up behind him, circling his arms around his waist, pulling Peter back.

         "Marilyn."

         Falling into his friend's embrace, he allowed Robert to snake his arms around to unsnap his jeans, and slip his hand inside.

         Peter was beyond thrilled by what slowly occurred. In his fourteen-years on this planet he had never experienced anything like what Robert was doing to his body. Waves of pure bliss washed over him like water at the beach. A multitude of kaleidoscopic colors blended across his closed eye lids. Peter felt like he died, and went straight to Heaven. There were no words to describe the sensation.

         After what seemed like an eternity, both of the boys knew they were thinking of each other and not Ms. Monroe.

         Slowly opening his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Robert reaching for a box of tissues he kept on the bedside table. Blinking in the afternoon sun, Peter turned so his head pressed against Robert's shoulder.

         "How long," he whispered.

         A smile spread across his friend's lips. "From the first moment I saw you in English class wearing a leopard-print shirt, I knew. After spending the day with you, I realized that you didn't know yourself--the joys of living in a small town."

         Peter had to laugh at the remark, Robert was dead correct on that one.

         Trailing his fingers up his friend's chest, Peter coyly grinned, "Now, that we've played possibly the best game of my life, I want to know what your news is?"

         Robert kissed Peter on top of his head, then let out a deep sigh. With a look of pure disgust, he spat, "My parents are taking me to Rome for summer break. They say it will 'do me good' to reconnect with my roots."

         Peter's mouth fell, followed by an icy grip to his stomach. Robert reached out to caress the side of his face.

         "Don't worry, love. I'll be back two weeks before the start of our freshman year."

         The wonderful feeling of pure bliss shot through him. Peter was starting to enjoy this newfound sensation with every passing moment.

         "Stay with me tonight. My parents are at the opposite side of the house, they won't even know you're here. Honestly, I don't care if they did."

         The words hung in the air. Peter knew it wasn't a question. Opening his eyes he found Robert smiling at him. There was something in that moment. A strange sensation began to grow through him. He had no idea what it could be. It felt like he left his body and a new person had replaced him, but he still inhabited it. Without warning it vanished just as quickly as it appeared.

         Peter shook his head and reached forward to kiss Robert in response. His friend turned so that he lay squarely underneath him. It was time for a serious make-out session. Peter had no clue what to do, but Robert helped him through it. Somehow the hours passed like seconds and before they knew it the sun had set. The only light in the room came from the table lamp.

         "Does this mean you'll stay?"

         Rolling over in laughter, he replied, "Do I have a choice?"

         Robert shrugged, and called out quite cheerfully, "Not really!"

         Giggling at his friend's abrupt tone, Peter yawned and snuggled back into his chest.

         "I'm so sleepy."

         He could feel Robert's hand in his hair, playing with the unruly strands. "Go to sleep. I'll be here."

         Taking his advice, Peter curled up on top of him, then instantly rose back up. With a look of confusion, he slowly licked his lips as the words tumbled out:

         "Are we dating?"

         Peter could see Robert's facial expression change. He reached out to brush his friend's bangs out of his eyes.

         "I love you, Peter and I think you know the answer to that question."

         "I love you too, and I hate the fact that we have to keep this a secret."

         Robert sighed, and pulled him closer to his chest. "When we turn eighteen we'll leave. Nobody can stop us. We'll just pack-up our stuff, and move to a place where people won't be so judgmental. I can't go through my life without you, you're the best thing that ever happened to me."

         "Am I your first?"

         Robert laughed, as he moved down to run his fingers up Peter's back. "I knew back in Atlanta that I was attracted to men, but I never dated anyone. You're my first boyfriend, and when I return to Avoy next month I want you to be my first..."

         Peter stiffened a little at the idea of sex, but quickly relaxed. Turning to face Robert he smiled. "I want to be."

         "Good," he replied. "Now, go call your parents to tell them that you're spending the night. When you get back I want to do something if you're not too sleepy."

         Peter kissed his boyfriend, and rolled off the bed, heading towards the phone on Robert's desk. He still couldn't believe it...a boyfriend! Peter had a boyfriend! It was the most unusual, yet thrilling moment of his life. A boyfriend. Somehow, he always knew. He never cared for girls, their silly gossip, and petty jealousy never interested him. Robert was different. Peter found himself mesmerized by his long, black hair and olive skin tone. His eyelashes were definitely a turn-on. Now, that they were officially dating...Peter smiled to himself as he picked-up the phone.

         After talking to his father, he replaced the phone, and bounded back on the bed.

         "Miss me?"

         Robert laughed. "I was watching you from across the room, wondering if you're going to enjoy what I have in store for you."

         "What is it?" Peter started bouncing on the bed.

         With a low growl, Robert tackled him, so that they both landed at the foot of the bed. Peter gasped and giggled, as his boyfriend started pulling his jeans down.

         "Can you not wait?"

         "We're not having sex, you twit," Robert smirked. "I'm going to do the same thing I did to you earlier, but in a different way."

         Peter pretended to look hurt at the nickname, but squealed when his boyfriend kissed him.

         "OK, I'll start taking the name as a sign of affection."

         "You better. Now, close you're eyes and think of me."

         Peter grasped the foot board, raising himself up a little. He started shaking when he felt Robert's tongue.

         "It's alright," his boyfriend murmured. "Just relax."

         Closing his eyes, Peter lowered himself back on the bed. After a few moments everything seemed to feel natural.

         "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

         Finishing up, Robert took a hold of Peter's outstretched hand, and pulled him into a sitting position.

         "I've read a lot of magazines," he smirked.

         Slowly making his way back to the pillows, Peter collapsed on them, then turned to burrow under the blankets. Seconds later the room grew dark as Robert turned off the light, then slipped in next to him.

         "How am I going to survive the next eight weeks without you?" Peter asked.

         "Think of me each time you jerk off."

         Peter laughed and kissed his boyfriend. "I plan on it."

         With a long yawn, he wrapped his arms around Robert, laying his head on his chest. This was truly the best day of his life, and would only get better.

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ID: 1745095   (Rated: 18+) Pretend You're Someone Else (Chap. 12)  "Is it wrong to feel this way?" (1992) by KAT26/Adrian--Published!