Hey, another story for you all! Just posting out all the stories in my backlog. Still have a ton more. Like all stories, characters involved in sex are 18 or older. This is fictional and it's copyright protected. The story is just a fantasy (Not the genre, but a sexual fantasy (I'll write actual fantasy stories eventually). The story is a little rough with some dubious-nonconsensual sex and alcohol use. All that being said, I hope you enjoy.
I couldn't take it anymore. My stepfather crossed the line. I had to get out of there. So I packed a bag, took my savings, got in my car and left. Of course, it's the summer after my senior year of high school. I graduated and I'm 18 even though I don't look it, so I'm legally an adult and can do whatever the hell I want. To tell you the truth, I've been planning this day for a long time. I've been saving up ever since my mother started dating that asshole my freshman year. Can't stand him. He's always so condescending. Always talking down to everyone. And he constantly calls me a sissy, always degrading and emasculating me. I couldn't take it anymore.
I drove to the closest big city only an hour away and pulled up to a cheap motel for the night. I'll have to figure something out for the long term tomorrow when I'm not too tired and high off the joint I smoked on the way.
As I got to my room, a rather large, muscle bound military type with a buzz cut was sitting outside his room right next to mine. He eyed me up and down as he sipped his beer. "Aren't you a little young to be out on your own?"
"I... I'm 18," I spit out.
"Is that so?" His voice was so deep and rough. I nod. "And what is a soft boy like you doing out all on your own?"
I didn't know if I should answer him or not, but I did anyway. "I just moved out of my parents house."
"I see. Why's that?" he asks.
"Can't stand my step dad," I say.
"Shit, heard that. How about you get settled in and come out and join me," he says.
I shrug and decide why not. I throw my crap in the room and pull up a chair. He takes a sip of his beer before he continues. "When I was your age, I left my parents too and joined the military. I'm not suggesting that, but it was the only thing I could do to get out. What are your plans?"
I shrug. "I don't know. I hoped I'd figure it out as I go."
"I get it. You gotta do what you gotta do." He nods. "You got a girl you can shack with?" he asks.
I shake my head no. He leans up from his chair as his shades slide down his knows, showing off steely blue eyes. "Guy?"
That caught me off guard. Once again I shake my head no.
"So you're truly on your own, huh." I nod. "You want a beer?"
"Seriously?" I ask, looking up at him.
"Sure, why not. If you're old enough to die for your country, you should be old enough to drink. Right?" he says as he takes a sip of his own beer.
"Yeah, definitely," I say as I sit up with excitement rushing through me.
"We'll have to drink in my room so we don't get any unwanted attention," he says as he stands up and unlocks his room. I hesitantly follow him in. His room's pretty bare. He's got two tote bags and that's about it. He walks over to his mini fridge and pulls out two beers and cracks them open before handing me one.