Pretend You're Someone Else (Chp. 15)

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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!

Part Two

Chapter Fifteen

August-1975

Avoy, Georgia

Sex and a new car!

         Peter took a freshly cut orange from the ceramic bowl, bit into it and savored the delicious citrus taste as it slipped down his throat.

         Across the room Robert stood in nothing but a pair of boxers as he flipped though his record collection. Both of the boys had just returned from taking a shower together.

         "What do you want to do on our last day of freedom before senior year starts?" Peter lazily called out.

         Robert shrugged. "Hang-out by my pool, make-out, listen to records. Same stuff we do everyday. Fuck-it, senior year is just another worthless eight-months in school," he purred walking over to Peter, throwing his arms around him, pressing in for kiss.

         Peter responded by falling into the kiss. Robert stopped suddenly and slapped his bottom. "Put some clothes on! None of the maids want to see your erection."

*****

         Slowly the boys made their way outside to the backyard swimming pool. A cool, Autumn breeze blew through the pine trees. Inside the open pool house, Robert slipped a Beach Boys record on the turntable, while Peter plopped down on a wicker recliner. Moments later Robert straddled him and sat in his lap.

         "Hey baby!" he giggled.

         "Why, hello dear!" Peter replied stretching his arms behind his head,

         He watched his boyfriend pull a joint out of his pocket, lite it, take a puff, then tip his head down to kiss him.

         "We have to be back at my house around five," Peter murmured.

         "Why?" Robert continued to trail his lips down Peter's throat.

         "Dad bought me something for my seventeenth birthday."

         "H mm..."His boyfriend was obviously deep in thought.

         Peter leaned back basking in the afternoon sun, he could feel Robert's long, curly, black hair cascading over his chest as he worked his way down. Suddenly he froze, his attention focused on something in front of him and behind Peter.

         Robert narrowed his eyes.

         Peter trailed his fingers up his boyfriend's shirt. "What is it?"

         Snapping to attention, Robert swooped down for another kiss, this one more passionate than the other. Peter slipped his hand behind Robert's head, pressing them closer. He became so engrossed in their make-out session that he nearly missed the sight of an elderly, distinguished Italian man walking across the driveway and into a waiting limo. Peter knew it was Robert's father, the same person he just glared at.

         "How long will they be gone this time?" Peter chuckled as Robert flipped his father off.

         "All fucking year long baby! All fucking year long!"

*****

         "Peter, it's about time you graced us with your presence!"

         Smirking at his father's outburst, Peter slipped down into an empty chair at the dining room table. Robert quietly took a place next to him. Together they watched the man drown a glass of brandy.

         "So," he slurred. "Here ya are, officially seventeen-years-old and nothing but the spoiled brat I always imagined you to be!"

         Underneath the table he could feel Robert sliding his right hand in between his legs and squeezing hard. Taking a deep breath, he focused his attention back to his dad, while his boyfriend secretly ran his fingers up and down over him under the heavy, table cloth.

         "Father, I try my darnedest to be just like you."

         Erich Anderson snorted and cast his eyes heavenward, "Lord knows I've given you everything your greedy little self desires."

         "When was the last fucking time I asked you for anything?" Peter had to stifle a gasp as Robert's fingers squeezed his balls.

         His dad smirked, "Yesterday you were bitching about a damn car!"

         "Yeah, for two reasons! One, I just received my license and two, you asked me what I wanted for my birthday!"

         Robert's hand slowly unsnapped the button to Peter's bell bottoms, pulled down the zipper and dipped inside. Damn! He would pay for this tonight!

         "Anyway," Erich swished his brandy. He was becoming drunker by the minute. Peter smirked, then hissed when Robert ran the tip of his finger over him.

         "I bought you a fucking car! You may be a worthless idiot, but you're also my son, therefore I want the town to see you riding around in a brand new '75 Camaro."

         Peter gasped and turned to Robert. If his dad wasn't in the room he would have grabbed his boyfriend, forced him onto the table...

         "Stay here, I'll get the key." His dad stood up and left the room--brandy glass in hand. Peter quickly reached down to zip-up his jeans. Robert calmly splashed some ice water on a napkin and washed his hands, like this was a natural thing.

         "You will pay for that," he grinned.

         Robert raised an eyebrow, "Why do you think I did it."

         "Oh, so you love it when I..."he trailed off when his dad returned. Sliding a small black box across the table, Peter caught it and opened it up to see a silver key.

         "Go on, car's in the garage," he drowned his glass and reached behind him to pick-up another bottle from the bar. "Why don't the two of you go find some girls or something?" Erich laughed.

         "Gee, if you weren't my dad I'd probably hug you."

         "Out!"

         "Going daddy!"

         The two boys raced upstairs to Peter's room where they flew around gathering clothes and other items for the sleepover at Robert's house. Racing back down the kitchen staircase they zipped through the side door and out to the garage.

         "Oh my God!" Peter screamed when he came face-to-face with the cherry red sports car. Squealing out loud, well his dad couldn't hear him, he unlocked the door, then crawled over the leather seat to let his boyfriend in. For a long time all they could do was gape at the steering wheel, dashboard and gear stick.

         "Look an eight-track player!" Robert giggled as he slid his fingers over the dials."I think I threw a Clapton track in your bag," he proceeded to dig through Peter's stuff.

         For a minute Peter allowed himself to get lost in his new car. He knew his father had only purchased it to let the town know that he was rich enough to afford it. Slipping the key into the ignition, Peter sighed in delight at the purring sound the engine made.

         "Found it!" Robert sang, holding up the tape with a flourish.

         "Well stick it in!"

         Looking at his boyfriend's hand as he pushed the eight-track in the player, his mind flashed back on the dining room table. That exact same hand only moments before...

         Smiling he shifted the Camaro into drive and shot out the driveway. Fuck his father! For Peter this car would forever mean something else entirely!

         "Come Robert," he yelled over the song, "Layla," let's christen the backseat of my car!" His boyfriend replied by breaking into a large grin.

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ID: 1759339   (Rated: 18+) Pretend You're Someone Else (Chap. 16)  I feel like a complete and total idiot. Can you forgive me? (1992) by KAT26/Adrian--Published!