Broken love.

100% fiction!
A few years ago, my mom was killed in a car crash due to a drunk driver. I never understood why my younger brother Tommy blamed me. I was in the car too. I could have died, but for whatever reason, he never understood that. Ever since she died, my dad fell into severe alcoholism. I was diagnosed with acute Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to the accident.

I currently live with my dad and brother. I'm eighteen years old. My mom died when i was boy, and because of my dads alcoholism, I don't have many friends, and I haven't had any success with the girls. I have questioned my sexuality because of it. I'm afraid to talk to my dad about it because when he gets drunk, him and his friends go: "fag-hunting." they look for gay men and teens and beat them up just for being gay.

One time he brought me along and he drove around looking. He found one and smashed him over the head with a bottle. I watched in horror as this poor boy got beaten up by two 35 year old men. I jumped out of the car and ran to help. My dad pushed me down onto the ground and I hit my head. I got up and walked back to the car. Even to this day, I see images of him hurting that boy. And I couldn't do anything to help him.

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I got curious one day. I surfed the web for porn. gay porn. I found some of a good looking 19 year old guy being dominated by another. I watched as they started to kiss each other and feel each others bodies. Soon their shirtless, and I watch in utter fascination. One of the guys starts sucking the others dick.

My dick is now fully hard and I strip my pants off and start jerking my dick fast. Keeping my eyes locked on these boys proceed to fuck each other. I'm about to launch my load when all the sudden:

BANG! my door flew open. It's my dad. I didn't have time to shut off the porn. He grabbed my laptop from me and stared at what I was watching. Anger covered his face, he dropped the laptop and looked at me. I sipped up my pants. "dad. It's not what you think, I swear. I was just-"

"GET UP!" I obeyed my father and slowly stood up. My dad walked over to me and got close to my face.

"you a fag bag?" I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I was speechless. I couldn't answer. Because I don't have the answer.

"answer me boy!"
"....yes."

He stared at me, then hit me. Not this again! I already got a beating yesterday. Because of no reason of course. He started punching me. I tried to block the blows. He picked me up and threw me into my dresser. "dad please, stop. I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I said sobbing as he beat me even more. I fell to the ground and he kicked me in the face and gut. I was soon left bloody and bruised. I soon blacked out.

*****

I wake up on the floor in a puddle of my own blood. My room is destroyed. I could only cry, and cry. This happens all the time. Never to Tommy for whatever reason, just me. I want to tell someone but I'm afraid of dad and what he might do to me. Now he thinks I'm gay. I continue to silently cry as I get up and clean myself up. I change my bloodied shirt and climb out my window and ran away. I ran as fast as I could.

I ran towards the woods and ran through the hiking trails. I briskly ran through the trails to a farm. I walked around the whole place and found an opening. I crawled through the opening and into the barn. I find a corner and sit down, hugging my knees. I hide for awhile and I hear the door open. I crawl into the corner trying not to be seen and the man discovers me.

He's a boy around 19, blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, tall, lanky, but did have some meat to him. He was cute. I looked at him all teary-eyed and say: "please don't hurt me. I'm trespassing. I will leave. Just... Don't hurt me."

"whats your name?" he asked in a very seductive voice.
"Troy." I said quietly looking into his eyes. He placed his hand on my shoulder. I quickly gasp and shutter away from his soft hand. He could tell I was abused. And often.

"I'm not going to hurt you." he reached out again for my shoulder to comfort me. He wrapped his arm around me. I screamed in pure agony for no reason. He just hugged me closer to him, whispering to me over and over: "your ok. Your ok bro." I slowly quieted and sat there in his arms.

"what did he do to you?"

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't think of anything to say at all. I was just bombarded with images of constantly being beaten, blamed, and persecuted. Sometimes I would get drunk just to numb the pain.

"he... He likes to hurt me. He... He..." I said shaking in this boys arms.
"who?"
"that monster.... My dad."

Now I could sense that He knew that I came from a broken home.
"I don't wanna go home."
"your safe." he said.
"what's your name?" I asked still a little shaken up.
"Jason."

Thank you for saving me ja-" he kissed me. He kissed me! I couldn't believe it.
"let's go back to my place. You look hungry."

"yeah." I said. My dad never let me eat a lot. I was 6'2" and around 120 pounds. I was malnourished as a kid but I'm about 20 lbs underweight. If my dad found me eating, he'd beat me. So I didn't eat if I wasn't supposed to.
Jason brought me back to his house and made both of us food. I wolfed it down in a very short time because of my immense hunger.

"your dad seems evil. He doesn't feed you?"
" no he does. Just not as much as my brother... Dad will get mad if I eat more then I'm supposed to."

"what a prick!" he said. We continued to talk about my dad and before we knew it, it was 8 pm. He brought me to a guest room and told me I could sleep here. I thanked him and he walked me to the bed. He crawled behind me and hugged me. I felt safe in his arms until I felt his hand move down my body towards my pants.

"what are you doing?" I said as I tried to sleep. He started to give me a hickey on my neck. I felt very uncomfortable at this point.
"please stop." I said. He didn't. I felt his dick rise through his pants. He stopped abruptly. "sorry."

"its ok."
"your probably straight. Right?" he asked.
"...no"

"really? I thought the girls would be flocking to you. Your so cute!" he said.
"thanks. But no. They don't." I laughed a little. And after, I soon fell

Asleep in his warm arms.