When I met Rick I was sixteen. He was a nineteen year old boy, not really handsome, but really congenial and with an extremely sexy body, at least in my opinion. He was the son of a member of Parliament belonging to my father's party. I never met him before, as he studied in Switzerland. Now he was back home and he entered a prestigious university in our city. I liked him at once, he was extroverted, cheerful but not annoying. He was also a very good swimmer and he was training to take part in the next national university championship.
I quickly felt attracted to him, especially after I saw him swimming in our house pool. His swimming Speedos, amply full, made me at once daydream about sweet, forbidden things. Also when he was completely dressed, as he wore rather fitting clothes, that bulge was pleasingly apparent.
Rick liked me too, even if his age was closer to that of Martin. When he heard I was a member of the Boy Scouts, he asked me if I liked the living under a tent. I answered him yes, and he said that he liked it very much too, and suggested that we go camping together in some corner of the national park. I told him that I would like that, if my parents agreed. He asked me what weekends I was free from the scouts. I willingly gave him my schedule.
So, shortly after his father asked my father if I could go camping with Rick. My father asked me what I thought of the idea. When I told him I would like it, gave me his permission. We left on Friday evening. I was somewhat disappointed when I discovered that we would not be alone, two friends of Rick were coming along. We left with the car of one of his friends, parked it at the park entrance and we went in on foot.
When we found a suitable place, we put up the two tents and I was happy when they said I would sleep in the same tent with Rick. The other two would share the other tent. We would spend just two nights there, but the place was splendid and the weather mild. I thought it would be two delightful days. Rick's friends were rather likable and one of them simply beautiful.
We gathered the wood to prepare our meal, I built a fire pit. We ate, chatted a while then, and after midnight we decided to go to sleep.
"Weather is so fine... I'll sleep naked, if it doesn't bother you." Rick said casually.
"No, it's fine." I answered slightly excited. In the light of the lamp, I saw him undressing. When he said naked, he really meant with nothing on -- he took off his briefs and lay down on the sleeping bag, not even covering himself.
He had a nice member, though at rest. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at him when he was not looking at me, while I was undressing. I looked at his perfect body and felt desire growing in me so I thought it was better if I didn't take off my underpants too, hoping that the erection I was getting was not too visible. I lay down, and he switched off the lamp.
Whispering, we exchanged a few more words, then he bid me the good night and fell asleep. I couldn't sleep, I was terribly conscious of the presence of that beautiful naked body lying at a hand span from mine, at hand reach, so to speak. I desired to touch it, but I didn't dare -- he didn't give me any indication he was interested in me in that sense.
In the morning I woke up when he was still sleeping. I looked at him -- he had a huge erection. I swallowed many times, stirred, excited. He was lying on his back, his legs slightly parted, his pole proudly erect, turgid. All was silent, also the other two boys in the other tent were probably still sleeping. The temptation to touch Rick was very strong. And not only touch him, but kiss him, caress him, make love with him.
He emitted a short moan and moved slightly. I lay down again, pretending to be asleep -- my heart beat strongly, and I was aroused. After a few moments of silence, I opened again my eyes and looked at him. He was still sleeping, his member continuously erect. I again sat up to contemplate him in fascination, my heart in turmoil.
"Are you looking at me?" his voice said. I had a jolt and looked in his eyes, feeling completely ashamed, he smiled and sat up: "In the morning I am almost always in this state." he said quietly, and he lightly caressed it. I now didn't dare to look between his legs any more. "Does it happen to you too?"
"Yes, sometimes." I managed to answer.
He took his briefs and put them on, then said: "Let's go to wash, come on!" and he took his kit for the morning wash.
I followed his lead and we went out. We went down to the nearby stream and started to vigorously wash ourselves. After a while also the other two friends came. After we dried, we put on our clothes and fixed breakfast. Then, after closing our tents, we went to tour the park. One of Rick friends had the hobby of photography and from time to time we stopped to allow him to shoot.
We reached a small lake among the pines, a beautiful intense blue. "Hey boys, what about having a good swim?" one of them said.
"I don't have my swimming trunk." I said.
"Who gives a shit! Here nobody will see us, we can swim stark naked, can't we?" he said.
The others started to undress right away, so I followed suit. As soon as we were naked, we ran to the water splashing inside. We swam a while (Rick was the best, of course) we played, splashing water on each other, we laughed care free.
But my eyes were constantly gazing at those three naked bodies, especially that of Rick and of one of the other two. Then we got out of the water and lay down to dry under the sun. The most handsome of the others started to talk about girls and the other two were leading him on, so, not to seem weird, I played the game, but inside me I was disappointed.
We dressed, went around the small lake and climbed some more. We stopped to eat lunch. We talked of sport, cars, girls -- the usual subjects of "normal" boys. We laughed, made wisecracks, but I was somewhat tense -- there also I had to act my part, to seem like all the others, I had to wear the mask.
One of the two other boys at one point asks me: "Have you already made love with a girl, Dave?"
"No, not yet." I answered without thinking. They didn't think that strange, after all I was the youngest of the group.
"Take a picture of us." Rick said to his friend with the camera.
"But I am interested only in nature pics." the other countered.
"Come on, can't you waste just one shot for us, can you?" Rick insisted.
The other shrug his shoulders: "But just one. Take a pose." he answered.
Rick put his arm on my shoulders and said: "We're ready."
His arm lightly surrounding me made me aroused very much.
"Smile..." the friend said and shot.
Rick took his arm from my shoulders and I was disappointed. We went on our way. We found a blackberries bush and stopped to eat them. Often Rick, when he found one particularly large and ripe, gave it to me with a smile... and I found him more and more desirable.
At evening we were back at our tents. We prepared our supper and after we ate, we sat around the fire to chat, to sing fashionable songs, to jest. And to talk about girls. Rick told us about his first girl, but in such a funny way that he made us all split our sides with laughter. But I, inside myself, was disappointed -- if he liked girls, there was no hope for me...
Finally, we went in our tents. Rick got stark naked like the evening before. I again kept my underpants on. He switched off the light.
After a while, in a whisper, he said: "Will you promise you'll tell no one?"
"What about?" I asked.
"Promise me first."
"Sure, I promise."
"I invented it all, I never had sex with a girl, the same as you." he whispered.
Suddenly I felt happy, rather, more than happy, joyful: "Really?" I asked.
"Really."
"So then, why did you tell..."
"Just so as not to seem different from everybody. Girls always hung around me, but I really did nothing. Some light flirtation, but at the critical moment I always backed away."
"How's that?"
"Well, I don't know... fear, possibly."
"Fear? And of what?" I asked, feeling my heart beating stronger and stronger.
"I don't know. I think I will never marry, and possibly I don't want to find myself in chains."
"Me too, I don't want to marry." I whispered.
"Ah." he said without adding any more words. For a while we kept silent, then he whispered: "I like you, Dave."
"I too I like you, Rick." I murmured, stirred. But what was he trying say with these words? What I hoped for, dreamed, or simply that he fit well with me? I was asking this myself, and wanted to ask him, but I didn't know how to.
After a while Rick whispered: "I've got a hard on."
"Me too." I then said. Then again silence.
Then his hand brushed my arm and his fingertips caressed it lightly. I felt even more aroused.
"Does it bother you?" he asked.
"No... actually, I like it." I said, my voice broken with emotion.
His hand slid on my chest and lingered on my nipple that caressed with a light circular motion. I emitted a pleasure sigh. He turned on his side and put a leg on my legs. I moved a little nearer to him until I felt his erection pushing against my hip. I felt it palpitate, and I quivered.
"Rick..." I murmured.
"Shush!" he said coming on top of me and taking my face between his hands.
His lips searched for mine. We kissed and I embraced him holding him tight against me. He slipped my underpants away and finally we started making love. I felt as if I was dreaming. He was gentle, hot, strong, passionate. I could feel him everywhere -- he searched, touched, brushed me, made me feel how much he desired me.
I abandoned myself to him completely, complying with his desire, full of happiness.
When he whispered me: "I want you, Dave." I offered myself to him without hesitation, enjoying the realization of my dreams -- I was at last in the arms of a man who wanted me, who was making love to me, who wanted to take me.
I felt him preparing me, lapping at my hole, and the desire I felt was so immense, that I urged him to take me, with no further delay. I felt his rod opening me, filling me, hot, strong, determined, conquering me, his flesh melding with mine, his desire filling my desire.
He started to move inside me in a slow, gentle rhythm, and at each thrust I pushed against him to feel him better. He teased my nipples and my genitals, while he was gently biting my neck. I was in paradise. He sped up his moves, becoming more and more hot and fast, and I thoroughly enjoyed his virility, and felt I was near reaching my own orgasm. He too felt it and accelerated, then became suddenly still, holding me tight, pushing inside me with all his means, just his member wildly throbbing inside me, and we almost at once unloaded in a frenzy of deep pleasure.
Later, while we were relaxing still embraced, he whispered: "I knew you liked me."
"Yes? And how did you?"
"The way you looked at me. That's why I invited you to come camping."
"But... and your friends?"
"Just a cover. They know nothing about me. They are not Gay. I like you so much, Dave."
"I do too."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No, and you?"
"I don't either. Would you like being my boyfriend, then?"
This request pleased me very much. But I recalled Ken. So I told him about him, and at the end I told him: "Promise me that, if one day you have to leave me, you will not do as Ken did? You will tell me?"
"Certainly, I promise you. But I like you so much, why should I leave you?"
"It will be not so easy to be alone, to make love. My family controls me so tightly."
"We will came again to camp, you and I, alone. If you can leave the scouts, we will be able to do that quite often."
"As long as the weather is fine. But then what?"
"We will find something. I like you so very much, Dave, from the first day I saw you." he said caressing me. Then added: "Now, let's sleep."
"I want to do it again..." I whispered feeling slightly shameful, but excited.
"Now let's sleep. The first to wake up in the morning, will wake up the other making love, all right?"
"OK."
I was the first to wake up -- he had again a wonderful hard-on like on the previous morning, so at once I took care of him.
He woke up, caressed my head that was bobbing on his rod, and murmured: "Good morning, Dave, wonderful morning!"
He turned around so that I didn't lose the hold of his rod and from the bottom up, he reciprocated. Then he slipped away and started to tease my back hole with the tip of his pole. I pushed against him, taking it all inside me.
"Do you like being mine, Love?" he whispered in my ear.
I quivered at his words, at his hot breath against my cheek, and sighed: "Oh yes, so very much!"
He hammered inside me with vigour, giving me thrills of intense pleasure. Oh yes, at last I belonged to a handsome young man, and I felt so happy that I could almost cry. Suddenly I came, having barely the time to wrap my member with a T shirt, and the rhythmical clasping of my tight hole around his rod, triggered his explosion also.
We had just come, and he was still deeply embedded inside me, when we heard the voices of the other two in the near by tent. We looked at each other with a conspiratorial smile, we exchanged a long, silent kiss and we parted, caressing each other all over our bodies.
"Hey, wake up, lazy-heads!" a voice from outside our tent said.
"What time is it?" Rick asked, perfectly imitating the sleepy voice of one who just woke up.
"Nine 'o clock. Wake up Dave too, go on!"
"Yes. Dave... Dave!" Rick called really shaking me while he merrily winked at me. I had difficulty not to burst out in laughter.
Between Rick and me started a collusion that I liked very much. At times we threw each other glances, or even touched each other when nobody could see us. And if we were sure not to be seen, we also kissed or touched between each other legs to express our mutual desire.
We went back home in the evening. As Rick asked me, I was determined to leave the scouts, I just had to find a good pretext. I started to be listless each time I had to attend a meeting, and all the while I was studying how to tell my parents I wanted to stop. But I didn't need any pretext as the PR men thought that I had to take a more active part to the public life of the family, therefore it was they who suggested I was too grown up to continue with the scouts and that the scout-group activities took me too much time.
We met with Rick around once per week, at his home or at our home. But we could do much on these occasions -- a stealthy kiss, a quick intimate caress. We were almost never alone. Once we were in their home, while everybody was in the living room, Rick suggested to me that we go upstairs to his room to show me all the trophies of the swimming contests he won.
We went upstairs. As soon as we were in his room, he pushed me against the door and leaned against me, holding me tight and kissing me.
"I want you, Dave!" he excitedly murmured.
I too wanted him, but was frightened. He started to open my trousers.
I tried to block him, alarmed: "If somebody comes..."
"Without undressing." Rick simply said, continuing to open them.
He lowered my trousers to my hips, made me turn around and pulled out his hard rod from his fly. Standing there, I leaning against the door, he took me, caressing my chest under my shirt. I was terribly excited, possibly because of the risk we were running.
He was right, if somebody came upstairs, we would have heard the footsteps and could tidy up in a flash. But the thought that our families were just downstairs while we were making love practically over their heads, excited me very much. I felt him slipping smoothly inside me, and I would have liked to scream with joy, so strong was the pleasure. At each of his thrusts I pushed against him while he was brushing both my nipples. It was too beautiful! We came quickly. Afterwards we had to carefully clean the door that I sprinkled with my abundant jets. We did it giggling, after we tidied up. We kissed again, then rapidly, he really showed me his trophies. And we went downstairs.
We again went to camp together, alone this time, and so we could make love all day long -- each time that one of us felt desire, the other never stepped back. We also made love into the water, and I found it really exciting. Ricky, as I started to call him, was really skilled, at least as much as Ken was. He was able to make me really excited.
Once, he was with his family at our home for a barbecue, he took me to the gazebo at the end of our garden, with the aim of making love.
"It's too risky, Ricky." I said when I understood his intention.
"It isn't, come on! I need you too much. We will go inside and..."
"If someone comes, it would seem strange we lock ourselves inside."
"But I want you, Dave." he said caressing me in a sensual way.
"Me too." I moaned shuddering, "but..."
"Then, where can we go? Isn't there a safe place?"
"If they see we are missing, they certainly will send someone to look for us. And now we have to go back with the others, I'm afraid." I said reluctantly.
"Then?" Rick insisted.
"I don't know."
"In your room?"
"No, we never locked the door, therefore..."
"I want you!" Rick murmured.
"Me too, you know it, but..."
His desire ignited mine. I wanted to make love, soon, or rather immediately. But how, where?
Rick gave me a wide smile: "Let me do something." he said, then added "Let's go back with the others. But stay near me."
"What do you plan, Ricky?"
"You'll see, it will work." he said setting out without adding any explanation.
We went back with the others. He helped to prepare the skewers. As he told me, I managed to remain near him, even if I was doing other things. He was animatedly talking with Mary Ann, my sister, laughing and jesting. I couldn't understand what he had in mind. He took the ready skewers and put them on the tray. Then he took the ketchup bottle and started to shake it vigorously. Suddenly the cap flew off and the sauce sprayed upwards then fell on him and Mary Ann, soiling them and their clothes.
A yell, laughter, Mary Ann at first had a dismayed expression then she too burst in laughter: "Oh my god! Now I need to wash and to change my clothes!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, Mary Ann, really sorry. But at least you can change." Rick said penitently. And then I understood that he did it on purpose.
"Rick, you can come to my room, I'll give you something to wear."
"Oh, thank you Dave. I wouldn't like being mistaken for a hot dog! May I also have a shower? Look I have it even on my hair!"
"Yes, of course. Come."
We went upstairs, Mary Ann, Rick and I to our rooms. And as Rick had to undress, I locked the door. Silently, both we undressed completely. He took me in his arms and, kissing me, he took me inside the shower stall, and here we started to make love, under the water spray, filled with passion. And finally he was again inside me. He didn't want me to come, and it was not easy. When he reached his orgasm, almost lifting me up for the force of his strokes, he made me turn, knelt in front of me and sucked me greedily until I came inside the hot and wet furnace of his mouth. It was on that occasion that, when he stood up licking his lips, told me that I had a intoxicating taste. I felt it to be a wonderful compliment. Then we dried, also our hair, I gave him some baggy clothes, and we went downstairs, deeply satisfied.
I liked Ricky more and more. He was not only terribly sexy, but he also treated me with affection, filling me always with tons of small attentions. And then, there was that sense of connivance that bound us in an incredible way. Also when with my brother Martin or with other boys he talked about girls in my presence, it was enough that he threw me a glance and I knew that he was really talking about me...
The only one thing I regretted, was that we were not able to be alone often enough, not as much as we both desired. Once that the good weather season ended, and we had no more the pretext to go camping, we could make love no more than two or three times each month, and always rather in hurry. Short but intense unions, that's true. Or rather, intense but too short unions...
The desire to make love, and the fact that we never met problems, possibly, made us less prudent. Or perhaps it was that the PR guys were more worldly-wise than I thought, I don't know, and they began to suspect something. Or it was only the adverse fate...
I was just seventeen, with my family I took part to a party in honour of an actor who got that year's Oscar. At the party there were also Rick with his family. When it was time to leave, my father invited Rick's family to pop up at our place -- he had to talk in private with Rick's father about problems in their party, and above all about the approaching presidential election where my father wanted to run.
My mother with Rick's mother went to see the greenhouse. My father with Rick's father and Junior were in the library. Mary Ann with Rick's sister and brother and with Martin, decided to have a swim in our pool, therefore Rick and I went to my room.
Rick at once embraced me: "Let's make love!" he whispered at my ear, biting it.
"Yes, but not here. Come."
"Where?"
"Come," I told him, and took him up to the attic.
There was an old bed, that of my grand-parents, with a double mattress still on it. We undressed and lay on it and at once we started making love, full of mutual desire.
I was sure we could hear in time if somebody came up there. I don't know if it was fault of the creaking of the old bed springs, or if it was because we were too engrossed in what we were doing, but we didn't hear one of the PR men coming upstairs. Rick was taking me, with mutual deep pleasure, Frenching me and hammering in me, when we heard a noise -- and we saw the man looking at us with severe air. We became still.
"Get dressed," Tom Spencer said simply with a neutral voice.
We parted and rapidly dressed under the man's serious gaze.
"Tom... you'll say nothing to our families, wouldn't you?"
"I'm sorry, but I can't keep silent. I am really sorry."
"If you are really sorry, as you say, just shut up." Ricky said in a challenging tone.
"I can't. I really can't." the man repeated, without any emotion in his voice. And left us alone.
"What can we do, now?" I asked, scared.
"What can we do?"
"Deny!"
"It would be useless, they will believe to him. I... I will not at all deny. I am not ashamed for what we do."
"Me neither. But you know perfectly how they think. They will prevent us from meeting again."
"I'm of age."
"But not I, there are still almost two years before. They will part us, at least."
"We will fight." Rick said emphatically.
His self-assurance pleased me and gave me courage. We went downstairs. Anyway my head seemed gone mad. We decided to wait in my room. Sitting at my desk, side by side, holding each other hand under the table, in silence. We heard footsteps in the corridor. It was Mary Ann and from her expression we understood she did not yet know about it.
"Rick, your parents are leaving. They are waiting for you."
"Yes, thank you. I'll go." he said and Mary Ann went out.
"I'll come downstairs with you." I said.
"Yes." We stood up. Rick gave me a fast kiss before leaving my room.
We went downstairs. Our fathers' eyes were dark, they evidently knew, but they said nothing. When they left, I was about going back to my room but my father told me he had to talk me, to meet him in the library.
I followed him my heart beating like crazy. Junior came behind me. My father motioned me to sit down. We all sat.
"So, Dave. We heard about you and Rick. What do you have to say?" he asked with a dry tone. I didn't know what to say. "Okay, what?" my father insisted.
Junior intervened: "Is it true?" he asked with an almost unbelieving tone, as if he hoped I denied.
"Yes, it is true." I murmured.
"Has it been Rick to persuade you to do such things?" my father asked.
"No. I too am Gay." I almost stammered, trying to pluck up my courage.
"But you are just a boy! How can you say such a thing?"
"Dad, I'm old enough to know it. It is three years that... Anyway Rick is not my first, and he will not be the last." I said almost in a challenging tone, gathering all my strength.
"You cannot say something like that. You cannot, do you understand? You cannot risk to spoil Dad's career!" Junior said with fervour.
"Happily it happened with Rick -- his father will take care to put it entirely to rest with him, he promised me. But these things have to cease!" my father dryly said.
"For your career?" I asked angrily.
"Certainly yes. All our family has to be united and without disgrace -- the presidential elections are not something to be put in jeopardy. We all will be thoroughly scrutinized, you know that perfectly well. Can you guess what they will say if they knew you are Gay? Admitting you really are." Junior insisted.
"I am Gay, and I can't help it! Take me away from Rick, and I'll find another boyfriend. You can't demand me to renounce to my life for Dad's career. I am Gay, I know it, I am sure of it and I have the right to live my own life."
"Yes I can demand it of you!" Dad said without rising his voice, but with determination, "I gave you your life, I raised you, I am maintaining you!"
"I didn't ask you to give me life, and neither to raise me, and I didn't choose being Gay. I just am, and that's that." I shouted.
My father was about retorting something, when my mother entered: "What's up? What's happening?" she asked, "Why was Dave raising his voice?"
"Nothing, Jenny, just a little discussion." my father said.
"No Mum, it was not just a little discussion -- Dad found out I am Gay and he wants me to become straight, this is what is going on!" I said with growing anger.
My mother went pale: "Dave? What kind of joke is that?" she stammered, knowing very well I was not jesting at all.
"Jenny, a short time ago Tom caught Dave with Rick in a situation that... left very little to imagination." Dad said.
"We were fucking!" I said more and more excited. My father, for the first time in my life, jumped up and gave me the back of his hand.
I was more and more furious: "Even if you beat me, there is only one reality -- I am Gay, Dad! And I'm happy being Gay!"
"Good Lord! Where did we do wrong, Ray?" my mother asked with a peevish voice, almost collapsing on a chair and wringing her hands.
"Do wrong? We gave him everything, we took care of him, we followed, educated, instructed him... to do better was impossible. I don't know who and what led him to this depravation. I just know that happily we became aware in time, and that happily it happened with Rick and not with someone our adversaries can use against me."
Right -- that was the real core of the problem, the political career of my father. All the rest came second. My life, my happiness, had no value.
I had the countercheck when my father gathered the PR men's staff and submitted the problem to them. The main thing was that it had not be discovered, at any price. They made me undergo to a real interrogation -- with whom I did it, how many times, where, for how much time, who knew about it...
I refused to answer to their questions. They had no right to nose in my private life in that way, I answered like a refrain. But they didn't stop. They insisted that I could not put at risk my father political career, after all he invested in it.
They tried to break me, playing good cop, bad cop, and I felt I had everybody against me. The only one who showed some understanding to me, was my brother Martin. And it was then he told me about Ken, and asked me if by chance I did something with him also. I denied. But inside my heart I cursed all of them -- so, it was their fault that I lost my Ken! And now they wanted also part me from Rick. I secretly tried to call him, but whoever answered said he was not at home.
For several days I was not even allowed to go out of the house. To justify my absence, they told my school that I was ill. And they made me undergo to a real brain washing, first it was the PR men. My mother cried and tried to blackmail me with that system. No, I am not cruel saying that she used that as a blackmail means -- I know her rather well, to know it is as I say.
But I was held out -- I have full right having my own sexual life, just like any other person. They of course brought religion into the discussion. I answered it was all bullshit, and that I didn't know what use was a religion that is not able to accept man as he is. Partially, the chats I had first with Ken then with Rick, prepared me for that kind of speech.
It's not that I was really well-read on the subject, but I knew that scientists admitted that it was not a physical, mental or psychological illness, and that law didn't forbid it. About religion, I also knew that there were even groups of Gay-believers and that some churches accepted them.
"But not our church!" my mother said exasperated.
"And then I'll join another church!" I answered emphatically.
I know, as they let it slip out, that Ricky was also fighting like I was. I didn't know if I would ever be able to contact him, but I didn't want to be less than him anyway.
The PR men, seeing all the attempts to take me to "reason" were useless, proposed to reach a compromise. If I swore not to give "scandal", not to go in gay clubs, not to look for encounters here and there, they could allow me to have a secret boyfriend, possibly even Rick who was easy to take under control. But both my parents and Rick's decidedly opposed.
At that point I too opposed -- I would have accepted that compromise if it allowed me to be with my Ricky. If I couldn't, then I didn't want any compromise. Junior made me understand that he too would have had to renounce a girl who didn't fit the situation, that he too was renouncing to a part of his private life for the sake of politics. Couldn't I do the same too? I found that ridiculous. He could flirt with the girls who attracted him, even in public. He could get engaged, marry, go around arm in arm with the girl he loved, even kiss her in public. Moreover HE was interested in politics, not I. How dare he compare himself with me?
If they prevented me from seeing Rick, how could I find a companion without going in gay places, or to try with whom I liked? It was a close fight that lasted for weeks. I was watched constantly, but above all endlessly implored to surrender to the reasons of politics, and to sacrifice myself for my father's career, and even more in light of the presidential elections.
But what was at stake was my life -- especially if my father was successful at the elections, as the president's son I could for sure not be more free than now. And I was not at all amiable to renounce to my life.
So, I decided to run away. Since I was a child, I had never thought of that again, but now it seemed me the only possible solution. To disappear, possibly even going abroad, to make my own life, eventually changing my name so as to not bring more problems to my father...