Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2016 19:30:05 -0500
From: Logan Montgomery <logan.a.montgomery@gmail.com>
Subject: Romance Sucks

"Quinten. Um, well. I think we should break up." For a man of 5'11 he was
acting very small. Shoulders drawn, hands fidgeting and eyes not making
contact, just staring anywhere but my face. Couples all around us stared
lovingly into each other's eyes, while the man across from me won't even
look up from his hands. Slowly placing my silver cutlery, I took a deep
breath, trying to expel the shock from my system.

"Wha-what did you say?" My blueish-green eyes stared up into his once he
finally lifted his head. His brown eyes were getting blurry with my
oncoming tears.

"I-I think we should break up?" I should have known. Almost all of our
dates before this has been either at a movie theater or a cafe. Him
splurging on a restaurant, an expensive one a that, is unheard of. I expel
my breath shakily from my lungs, my bottom lip trembling, my own eyes
staring down at my hands. The fingers gripping into my thighs.

"James. I thought we were happy together. We've been dating for 9 months
now. Why now? I thought it was good. Was it something I did? I promise I
can be better. I can do the dishwasher more often..."

"Quinten, it's nothing you have done. To be honest," He paused, he never
paused. "I've found another person. One who I like more." Well, Fuck. I
wasn't expecting that. The one person who I thought I could trust, and he
cheated on me.

"How long have you been seeing this other person?" My voice is quiet, icy.
The words practically freeze in my mouth creating pauses between the words.

"It's not important." James says.

"How long, James!" My voice exploded out of my throat, breaking that quiet
iciness. Rage filled my tone, even several people turned to look at out
table. Tention hung thick in the air. The main restaurant area was in
complete silence, you could even hear the quiet clamor of the waitstaff
from inside the kitchen. The diners slowly returned to their own
conversations, but it was clear that James did not want to return to our's.

"Five months." he whispered.

"The majority of our relationship has been a lie? God, I'm such a fool." I
stand up from the table and started to head to the coat check.

"Look, I'm sorry. It just happened." He said peeved, he was right on my
heels almost as if he thought that if he continued the conversation it
would stop me from being mad.

"Bye James." I grabbed my wool coat from the flustered woman and gave her a
10 dollar tip. I pushed open the glass french doors and was immediately
greeted by below freezing temperatures and white snow filling the busy
sidewalk. Wrapping my winter ensemble around me, I start to trudge through
the "winter wonderland" of 5th Ave. Suddenly, I feel a hand pulling on my
right shoulder, forcing me to turn around. James was obviously cold without
his jacket.

"Quinten, don't be this way. Let me at least call you a cab." He pleaded.
Any second I could feel he was about to spit out that infamous words `let's
still be friends," at me.

"Let me at least leave this restaurant with a little pride. Bye James."

Leaving my past relationship behind, I walked forward through the icy
sidewalks of the bustling city, leaving James behind. Wandering the crowded
streets with their bright lights and loud noises distracted me from the
pain in my chest. God, my whole relationship was a lie. For five months he
cheated on me, I can't believe i was so dumb, all of those late night
meetings at work and work trips. I'm such a fool.

For over an hour I just walked aimlessly, having no particular path to
follow. Coming up to a four-way intersection I turned left away from the
glittering, bright-lighted downtown area. This new neighborhood was
obviously shadier than crowded metropolis behind me. Less people walked the
sidewalks here and some of the lampposts were broken, making me squint to
pick out details.

The entire street (called Gregory St., by the way) was made up of mostly
residential homes and apartment buildings, but on closer examination and
squinting my eyes more, I saw a group of people stumbling out of a door way
about half a block away. Judging by the volume of their voices and the way
they stumbled it was clear that the group of 30-somethings were
intoxicated. Which means they just left a bar. And I could use a drink.

Walking quickly to the bar I saw that there was a bald monk holding a mug
of ale with the words, St. Vladimir's Pub, above him on the wooden sign. An
odd name and logo but who am I to judge. Side-stepping to the right to
avoid colliding with the group of drunkards, I practically ran inside of
the bar to both escape the cold weather and to get a drink.

The bar was practically empty, a clearly tired bartender in his early 60's
was filling a glass for some man with his back turned to me, a couple was
chatting to each other in a far away booth, and a middle aged woman was
nursing her drink by the bathroom. The bar was warm, but not stifling so,
and the earth tones of the interior design gave it a cosy atmosphere, but
one with a rough edge. Some of the vinyl boot cousins were starting to
crack, the hardwood floors were covered in cracks, the whole vibe the bar
gave off was tired.

I walked over to bar and and started to shed my winter layers once I
plopped myself onto one of the bar stools. "Hey, can I get a gin and
tonic?" I asked once the barkeep was done with his other customer.

"Sure, but I'm going to need to see some ID." the Bartender said in a gruff
voice.

"Come on, I'm 22." By the expression on his face it was clear that he did
not think so. With my slight frame and clean shaven face I looked more like
a teenager than a responsible adult.

"Well, you look 17." He said with a contrary attitude.

"Fine." I fished out my wallet from my coat pocket, reached in and grabbed
the plastic driver's licence and handed it to the old bartender. He quickly
grabbed the card like a hawk would snatch its prey, swiping up the card
before I could fully extend my arm.

"Quinten Byrne? Yep, looks about 5'6 and 145 pounds. Ginger hair, yep. Blue
eyes? I would say more of a Blueish-Green but close enough. Here's your
driver's licence and your drink, enjoy."

"Thanks."

For the first time since the break up this evening I had nothing to
distract me from my thoughts. What was so bad with me that I couldn't keep
this guy. I'm in my peak of my life but it currently feels more like an
abyss that i can't climb out of. I took a sip from my drink, a small one,
but with the depressed thoughts and finally being alone with my mind I
could feel a tear starting to fall from my eye. God, I don't mean to have a
pity party but ...

"Hey, let me get you another drink. If you are going to cry over your
alcohol it should at least be a beer." Appearing out of thin air, a very
tall man smiled down at me. He had to be at least a foot taller than me and
unlike most guys who were very tall, he filled out a shirt very well with
his bulging muscles. "Hi, the name's Dominic."

"Quinten"

"Wait," There was a pause before he continued talking. He stared at me hard
with a burning gaze, studing my every feature. "Quintus? Is that you?"

"My name is Quinten, not Quintus." He's face clearly looked disappointed
but only for a millisecond; a warm, laid-back smile so reappeared on his
handsome face.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a second. Nevermind that, why
is a good looking guy like you currently crying over his liquor."

Like a floodgate exploding, I told this stranger everything. How my
boyfriend broke up with me, how he cheated on me, everything about my
ex-boyfriend and how he broke my heart.

"I'm so sorry about your boyfriend," Dominic said once I finally finished
by my rant, "He sounds like a total pig, you can do much better than him."
He quickly gulped the last dreggs of his beer. An assortment of glasses and
bottles surrounded us, both indicating how much time we had spent together
all ready and out levels of being drunk. Well, at least I was, he seemed
like his liquor was hardly affecting him.

"Thanks for listening to me. I just needed someone to talk to right now."

"How about we head back to my hotel room and I can treat you how you should
be treated." I slow smirk appeared on his face and even though his pickup
line was terrible I couldn't help smiling as well.

"I would like that." Just by showing me his smile, I instantly relax. It
felt nice, I usually have to be uptight and a hardass all the time because
of my job, but it felt nice to just relax and throw caution into the wind.

After bundling up in our winter gear, and paying for our tab (which Dominic
kindly did for me with his some expensive looking card) we hurried out into
the cold.

Grabbing my hand, he lead me to the alley behind the bar. There, covered in
some protecting sheet was a motorcycle. I don't know a thing about them but
after the sheet was placed in a pouch attached to the bike, I could clearly
tell it was expensive. Looking over, his eyes were brightly admiring his
own vehicle. "It's a Harley-Davidson Street 500, and trust me, I know how
to ride this baby." Giving me a silver helmet and strapping on his own
black one, his tall frame easily straddled the bike. My shorter one on the
other hand needed his help and a little jump on my half to get safely
behind him.

"Grab on tight," He gave me one of his signature smiles again and pushed
the shield on his helmet down. I tightened my grip around his waist and
felt his hard core, I could tell there was no fat on his torso.

Driving through the twisting streets and eventually making it back
downtown, he glided his bike into a parking garage. The entire ride I
hugged his body tightly, just being close to the amazingly hot person was
making my cock get a semi. Something he could easily tell on the bike ride.

He tossed his keys to the garage's valet, and quickly escorted me with his
hand on the small of my back, to an elevator. Even though all of the winter
layers I could feel the heat from his hand.

"What floor are we going to?" I asked.

When he turned to answer me his eyes were filled with lust, pupils enlarged
and I could clearly see his outline through his pants.

"The eleventh." Aas all he could make out before he pushed me into the
wall, quickly coming back to my body to mash his lips onto mine. The
elevator shook as we passionately made out in the metal box, not caring
that another person in the lift entered on the second floor, a person who
was feeling really uncomfortable if I do say so.

Bing. Eleventh floor. The doors opened quickly as if trying to get us out
of it, still making out, we left the metal contraption and started to make
our way into the long hallway of his hotel. I smirked when I heard the
audible sigh of relief from the middle age guy who finally had the lift to
himself once we left.

We tossed and turned through the hall, banging into walls and doors. His
hot mouth traveled down my face until he started to nuzzle the crest of my
neck, oh yeah I'm going to have bruises tomorrow. Finally tired of our slow
pace he picked me up in one effortless grab and I quickly wrapped my legs
around his waist. I felt his large lump nestled in between my two large
butt cheeks. What? I have a large butt and I know it.

Practically running down the hall, his mouth still on my neck, making my
moan, but his eyes straight ahead, he rushed to what I guess was his door.
The thrust his body into mine on the wooden door, making me really feel his
package as he whispered into my ear, "Are you ready for this?"

"More than ever, stud."

He slid his hand into the back pocket of his jeans, grabbed the key and
quickly slid it into the door, all without taking his head from my body,
which was now back at my face, thrusting his tongue into my more than
willing mouth.

Suddenly the door gave way and we rushed into his hotel room. In seconds we
fell onto the standard queen size hotel bed. Before I even knew it he
ripped my shirt from my body as I started to unbuckle his jeans and force
them down.

Roughly he flipped me over and shoved his bulge back into my jean-covered
ass. "You feel that, this is 10 thick inches with your name on it," I
pushed back and moaned as my reply.

He pulled my pants down leaving me naked on the bed. I quickly flipped back
and saw him. He was entirely naked and his 10 inches were sticking straight
out at me. His large pecs were heaving, muscles were rippling on his tall
body. His tanned skin was tight over his large 6'6 frame and he had hair in
all the right places. Fine black hair covered his chest  and he had a tight
beard over the bottom half of his face that made him look only sexier. This
man was a walking orgasim and he wants to fuck me.

Without opening his eyes, Dominic said lustfully, "You gonna just stand
there, or are you gonna suck my dick?"


I smiled and came closer. He reached out and grabbed the hard torpedo
jutting from Dominic's nearly hairy pubes. Stroking it lightly, he licked
his thick lips and said, "You need to put this thing somewhere?"

A wicked smile crossed the incredibly handsome and bearded face. Placing a
hand on my head, he pushed me to my knees and pulled me toward his penis.
"A couple places, Quinn. Why don't we see how hot that throat is first?"

I opened my mouth and said with a humorous tone, "Please be gentle." The
last thing I want right now was for him to be gentle.

Dominic entered my open mouth The taste of Dominic's hard flesh in my mouth
made my saliva flow easily. My cheeks bulged with fullness, and I choked a
bit when the head pushed past my tonsils, but I would not be deterred. I
was going to take as much as I could no matter what.

"That's a good boy," Dominic muttered as I bobbed on his cock. "Take it
all. Mmm. Got me a good bitch now." His head rested against the wall as I
was trying my best to pleasure his dick.

"Mmm," I hummed as the dick traveled into my throat. I'd done that with my
last boyfriend, James, and it had the same effect on Dominic. The his body
stiffened in lust, and a hand found it's way to the back of my head,
pushing me further down. In an instant, my lips were flush with Dominic's
hairy pubes. my gag reflex disappeared, and I suckled on the huge organ,
causing the greek god in front of me to groan loudly. I didn't know if it
was my blowjob technique or just knowing I was causing the hunk in front of
me pleasure, but my own dick pulsed and throbbed in between my legs, I
reached down to squeeze the hard erection that had formed there. As per my
own rules of being a sexually submissive man during sex, I made no more
moves to pleasure myself. My master would tell me what to do, when, and how
to do it.

Dominic finally pulled my whore's mouth away from his spit-covered tool and
looked down at me. "I want a piece of that fine ass." He said saliva
dripped from his dick as he pushed down on the bead. Softly but firmly, he
ordered, "Get on all fours and spread your legs." I obeyed not looking
back. Dominic rammed two fingers into my rectum after applying some lube.
"What do you want, boy?" he said in a low voice.

"I want you to fuck me with your large cock, fuck me as hard as you can. I
can take it," answered I breathlessly.

"That's what I wanted to hear." Dominic whispered into my ear as he pulled
out his fingers and plowed into my tight hole.

I emitted a loud hissing noise through my bared teeth as he felt the long,
hard penis slide inside me. My insides spread to let the invader penetrate
past my tight sphincter and deep into my cavity. Dominic didn't stop until
the head of his cock pressed into my prostate, his slight curve to the left
hitting it like never before, causing carnal lust overwhelmed my brain. As
my love button was stimulated, I opened my stretched out mouth and uttered,
"Oh, fuck..." This was the only speech of which I was capable of as Dominic
wasted little time in sawing in and out of me. The older stud occasionally
spanked me against the ass as he sped up his fuck motion. I thought he was
trying to shove that cock in farther than it was supposed to. Any pain I'd
felt dulled quickly into a hot pleasure as my face slid up and down the
smooth sheets on the bed.

Dominic's head tilted back clenched my ass around his 10-inch pole "Hot
damn," he said just above a whisper. "Suck my dick with your ass. So
good..." His husky voice drifted off as he humped me without holding onto
my hips. His penis was embedded in me so far, and my ass muscles gripped
him so tightly, that he had no need to hold on to anything. His large nuts
smacked loudly against  my ass. Just by feeling Dominic's nuts hitting
myself I could tell he had a large load in store for tonight.

I was crazy with lust, and my tongue finally loosened. "Fuck me, Dom!" I
called out. "I'm your fuckin' bitch tonight. Do me like one!! Shit, yeah!!
Breed my fuckin' fucking hole!! Shit!! Ruin me for any other cock!! Own
me!! Fuck!!" Long gone was the uptight man I was a couple of hours a go,
now all I wanted was a hot fuck and Dominic was giving one to me. He
screwed me harder and deeper with each new utterance from my dirty mouth.

Without warning, I felt my tunnel start to spasm with my impending orgasam,
a hands-free one at that. Quickly, Dominic turned me around on his cock so
he could see me cum.He grabbed my dick and jacked me off, grunting in my
ears. "Yeah, dude. Shoot that fuckin' nut. Cover your body with cum, baby.
I wanna see your cum." I howled in delight as my cock blasted load after
load against my chest. My semen splattered audibly everywhere, and streaks
of my cum even hit my face. Dominic fuck me in missionary style in a new
found fever now as he pushed his tongue into my mouth for a sloppy kiss.
Dominic's own mammoth cock began to throb inside my tight hole, and he
ripped his mouth away from mine and shouted as his cock ejected his seed
inside me. Dominic cam in strong bursts, I could feel every hit from inside
my body. He bred me like a dog in heat, and his orgasm lasted for at least
a minute.

-----

Dominic fell asleep quickly after his orgasm, but for some reason I
couldn't. Around 3:35 am I crawled out of the queen bed, put on a makeshift
ensemble of my underwear, his button down shirt, my jeans on the floor and
a pair of large slippers that were laying next to the nightstand, and
decided to explore the hotel room. This wasn't just an ordinary two room
suite, there had to be at least five separate rooms centered around the
living room.

Surreptitiously, I opened the door into the main room. Everything was
decorated in sleek black, whites and greys, making the whole decor of the
suite say "rich but coldly distant", "no room for playing around", and
"business".

Sneaking into the kitchen for a glass of water, I saw that the room was
decorated in the same themes as the rest of the modern suite.

The room wasn't that big in size but basicly no personal touches made the
kitchen seem imposing. Silver appliances left and right, either placed on,
under or next to black granite counter tops. To the left of the cooking
area was a small breakfast nook, again covered in the gray color scheme.
And to top it off the entire right wall was a window overlooking a peaceful
river with golden lights shining all around it, indicating other people are
also awake at this time.  A small smile formed to my lips imagining Dominic
moving around this kitchen like it was his workplace.

Speaking of workplace. I have almost no idea who he is. I only really know
his name is Dominic and he drives a motorcycle. But I don't care. I like
this guy and there is always time to learn more about him later.

A couple minutes later, I opened one of the many middle cabinets and found
the cups. Grabbing the one that suits my needs (even though all of the cups
were identical and once again grey) I headed over to the refrigerator to
see what drinks he has.

If his personal touches to the living space was sparse it had nothing to
the fridge. It was completely empty when you look in, no sign of anyone
living there. I started to root through his fridge, In the second drawer
down there was something puzzling though.

Five large clear bags with red liquid were laying there.

"Hmm, that's weird." I whispered out loud.

I picked up the first bag, it was an odd design but it was probably just
some expensive drink or some sort.

Tiny, little letters marked one side but once reading them I knew what the
bag was. Blood type: A negative. These bags were blood.

I threw the sack back into the drawer, and sprinted as fast as I could out
of the hotel room. This strange man must be a lunatic to keep bags of blood
in his fridge. I got to get out of here. I run out into the carpeted
hallway, but because of the oversized slippers I tripped almost
immediately. I kicked them off and ran down the long corridor to the
elevator doors. My heartbeat was in my throat and my head was cloudy with
only one thought: run. My lungs heaved as I sprinted down the hallway and
my heart was pounding almost as fast as I was slamming my hand down on the
elevator buttons once there. I could only hear the bum-bum  of my own blood
rushing past my temples as I looked back over and over again to Dominic's
door at the end of the hallway.

Though it must have been only seconds it felt like an eternity waiting for
the elevator but finally after hearing a ding the silver doors opened.

Cheerful elevator music played inside the tin box as I examined myself in
the reflection of the mirror. The shirt was ripped, my knees were bleeding
from the fall earlier and my hair was a disaster, I was a mess.

Once the doors opened on the ground floor and after an awkward encounter
with a 70 year old woman who entered the elevator on floor 5. I ran, for
the second time this evening, out into the cold.

Damn it was cold. I was in barely nothing and I foolishly threw the
slippers away. Cursing myself I gingerly hobbled outing to a alleyway
behind the hotel. But before I could get too far I heard loud footsteps
following me.

I quickly ducked behind a trashcan in this endless maze of alleyways.

Several seconds later, lo' and behold, Dominic turned the corner. "Quinn!"
He yelled. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I just want to talk." He
looked significantly more put together than myself even though he was naked
when I left him in the hotel room. "Also you left the refrigerator door
open, thats a waste of energy, you should be more thoughtful of our
environment. Oh well, I forgive you."

He ran off in another direction, continually shouting my name into the
wind. Want to talk? Fuck that. I'm not going to talk to a crazy person who
keeps bags of blood in his kitchen.

I ran further through the dark alleyways, my breathing rapid and hard, my
feet echoing off the old brick masonry. My clothes were ripped, blood
flowed down my right leg, but I didn't pay attention to that. I ran as fast
as I could, even with my limp from before.

"I can hear your footsteps!" A man's voice yelled from a distance. Fuck.
He's after me again. I don't know why he yelled

I took a sharp turn, too sharp. I tripped over a metal trash can by one of
the corners of these dirty alleyways. Why are there so many fucking
alleyways? I fell to the ground in a loud clamor, the ring of metal thick
through the air, I ripped another hole in his loose shirt, now I have to
deal with another injury on my knee and two damaged palms as well from
trying to break my fall.

Everything was silent.

The only noise coming from my thumping heart and heavy breathing.

"I gotta pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine. I've got a love and I know
that it's all mine. Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me,
sticks and stones are never gonna shake me ..."

Oh no. I take my buzzing phone out of my pocket, the same phone that's
blaring Pocketful of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield. As much as that song
is my jam, right now is not the moment. I look at my iphone seeing a pic of
a set of eight backs with two huge pecks on top. James.

"Yes, James?..."

"Where are you! Quinten I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Well, right now is not the best time, because I really don't want to talk
to you! I don't want my night to get worse."

"Where are you!? Tell me now."

"I don't know, I took a turn off of 5th avenue and now I'm lost in a bunch
of alleys."

Much closer now than before "I can hear you Quinn!" Fuck, he can hear my
conversation.

"Look, James. I got to go. Bye"

"Wait, Quinn!" click. I quickly shoved my phone back into my jeans and
started running again.

With his voice nipping on my heels, I turned left into a dead end. Dang it.
I slowly started to back up when Dominic turned into the alley.

"I've finally caught you, Quinn." Dominic laughed as he slowly walked
towards me. He was so tall, he practically towered over like a giant
sequoia to a dandelion. I tried backing up, but the brick wall soon touched
my shoulders.

"You got nowhere to hide now, Quinn." We were only inches apart now and I
could smell his heavenly aroma, even when he was trying to kill me he
smelled good.

"Please, Don't kill me!" I whispered.

"Now, why would I want to do that?" I looked up and he was smiling. But his
smile was different, two long teeth were sticking out of his mouth. No not
teeth, fangs.

"You're a .."

"Vampire? Yes I am." The last thing I saw was him lunging at me before I
blacked out.

Hi there! That is my story so far. I am not sure If I should continue on or
leave it as it is right now. Email me with any comments or criticism.
Everything is appreciated! Email: logan.a.montgomery@gmail.com