This Sucks

By Jackson Fuller

Kurt Roth returns home to find his town the victim of a renegade vampire attack. Few of the townsfolk were spared, and now they are either vampires or dying because their vampiric transition wasn’t successful. His childhood best friends, now vampires, take a special interest in him, and they offer him a blissful fog that lets him forget his problems. A Stranger has also come to town, and while he offers endless knowledge about vampires and how to peacefully transition the town, Kurt still isn’t sure if he should trust him.

Kurt must decide if he should just stay with his friends, if he should leave town and forget anything happened, or if he should seek revenge for what happened to his town. If he waits too long, however, the decisions might just get made for him.

Like Fuller’s other works, this gay vampire hunter erotica contains an assortment of steamy scenes including a few three-ways. Unlike his other works, this work does contain a few bummers and the characters experience various losses throughout the work, but it still comes with a happy ending.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackson Fuller
• Release date: Jul 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463812952

Jackson Fuller

Jackson Fuller is a 30-something dude who writes gay erotica in his downtime to destress from his job. He specializes it mostly happy works with as little "gay pain" as possible while still keeping a story interesting and engaging. He also dabbles in fanfiction from time to time to take a break from longer works.

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This Sucks

Copyright © 2018 by Jackson Fuller

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a database or retrieval system, or distributed in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, Jackson Fuller, or in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. Excerpts of this wok previously appeared on xsfiction.com, but have since been removed.

Cover by Jackson Fuller. Stock image licensed through Tookapic and by Andrew E Weber.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, situations and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All characters illustrated in a sexual situation are over the ages of 21.

For more works by Jackson Fuller, please visit http://www.notamaincharacter.com/

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

Chapter One

A short and skinny young man sat alone in a booth at the town’s greasy spoon diner. He was clean-cut, keeping his hair short in the sides and a bit longer in the top. Freckles spread across his flat nose, but they appeared nowhere else on his tawny brown skin. His rich brown eyes drifted across the table, and a smile crossed his lips. He consciously kept his smile from spreading too far, hoping to keep his lips covering his crooked canine teeth. He’d always been self-conscious of the way they rotated inward and appeared larger than the other teeth in his mouth.

His initials, KR, were carved into the sticky table alongside his friends’, but he supposed he should have expected they wouldn’t come to meet him. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and looked out the window. Frost built up in the corners.

Why if it isn’t Kurt Roth. I didn’t know you were home.

He turned to see Shelley smiling at him. Bold red lipstick. Bright white teeth. Big blonde hair. Thick black eyebrows. He’d gone to high school with Shelley. He’d always liked her. She got married on a road trip the summer after high school ended, and rumour was the owner of the town’s diner and Bed and Breakfast took her and her wife in when both sets of their parents, disapproving the marriage, kicked them both out.

Yeah, Kurt said. I came back for the holidays.

Meeting up with some of your old crew?

I thought I was, Kurt said. It looks like everyone is standing me up.

Don’t take it personally, she said with a chipper smile. There’s been a flu kicking around, and it seems to be taking down more and more every day. They’re probably buried under tissues and can’t find the phone.

Yeah, my parents have caught it too - they’ve barely been out of bed the entire time I’ve been home. But Bobby? Really? But I saw Bobby-

He’d seen Bobby last night. His best friend in high school. Kurt awoke in the middle of the night with his dreams quickly fading from his memory. He remembered his skin grinding up against someone’s. Someone’s hot breath against his ear. A dick sliding between his ass cheeks while someone’s thumb circled the slick head of his cock. His sheets were too hot and his boxer-briefs were too tight with his erection keeping the fabric taut. Sweat curled down his back and bare chest. Even though snow fell outside, his bedroom felt like it could’ve been the hottest day in the summer.

His bedroom window clicked open, and a cool breeze washed over him as his drapes reached out towards him on the wind. Bobby walked through the window as if a staircase led up to it. Kurt thought he was dreaming. Bobby looked older now, sure, but he still wore his arrogant smile as he approached Kurt in bed. His skin looked almost porcelain white in the moonlight, and Kurt’s lips parted as Bobby climbed onto his bed.

He wondered if maybe he was still asleep. Bobby wore a tight off-white t-shirt with a hole in the collar. His pair of old jeans was worn-in at the thighs with holes in the knees. His short, black hair was messy, though styled that careless way. Kurt licked his lips as Bobby pulled down the comforter and traced his cold hands down his chest. He could hardly react. His cock ached and he wanted to ask Bobby – why, why now? But he just sat and watched while Bobby pulled down his boxer-briefs.

Tracing his tongue up the underside of Kurt’s cock, Bobby smiled at him. He rubbed Kurt’s pelvis and kissed the head of his erection before swirling his tongue around him. Kurt gripped the sheets, fearing that if he touched Bobby, his friend would vanish and he would awake from this dream. It had to be a dream. Bobby sucked Kurt’s cock, his blue eyes locked onto him. Gritting his teeth, Kurt unintentionally bucked into his mouth, and Bobby sucked him harder while swirling his tongue around his shaft.

Bobby lightly gripped Kurt’s testicles, squeezing them while his other hand traced up his lean chest. Tightening his hold on the sheets, Kurt bit his bottom lip to keep from groaning. He’d always wanted to suck Bobby’s cock, but receiving a blowjob from him? It just seemed too much of a fantasy to even dream about it. And now that it was happening, he found it hard to contain himself. His cock pulsed, and Bobby’s tongue flicked against the head of his cock, tasting whatever excitement spilled out of him too soon. His lower lip started to bleed as Bobby’s lips eagerly moved along his shaft. Kurt’s words weakly spilled out from him, I can’t hold – I’m going to –

Grabbing Kurt’s hips, Bobby sucked him harder and nuzzled into his pubic hair as Kurt shot his load with a groan. Kurt panted, bucking his hips upwards, hardly believing the sensation let alone the man who caused it. Bobby sucked him dry with semen spilling out from the corner of his lips, and when he finally pulled away, a string of semen connected the head of Kurt’s cock to his lips. Bobby wiped the head of his cock with his thumb before wiping the corners of his mouth. He then sucked his thumb with his eyes locked onto Kurt’s.

Spreading Kurt’s legs, Bobby moved closer to him. Kurt’s lips parted at the sight of him. His cock was hard in his jeans, and his eyes refused to pull away from Kurt’s. Bobby gripped the back of his head and kissed him roughly. He drew a weak moan from Kurt’s mouth before he sucked his lower lip. Bobby then kissed under his chin before kissing down his neck. Immense pleasure shot through Kurt as Bobby kissed where his neck and shoulder blade met. Kurt thought he might come again, and his cock ached at the thought of it. But Bobby didn’t press further than kissing his neck, despite his erection pulsing against Kurt’s leg.

Kurt thought he must have fallen asleep after because the next thing he remembered, the sun shone through his open window. He thought it must have been a dream until he saw the hickey on his neck.

Kurt shifted in his booth and pulled himself out of the memory. Shelley still patiently stood with her notepad in hand. Kurt said, I thought I saw Bobby earlier, but maybe it wasn’t him.

Yeah, Bobby’s definitely sick, Shelley said. White as a sheet. He came in for soup last night, checked out the stranger, and went back home.

The stranger?

Yeah, there’s some new guy hanging around, Shelley said. He eats his dinner here every night around sunset. Orders something different every night too - keeps me on my toes. She laughed. But he always asks for a beer - a Canadian - over dinner and a cup of black coffee with dessert. He usually takes whatever pie we have available.

What’s he doing here?

No one’s sure, Shelley said. He’s staying over at the B&B, but Marcie likes him. He’s huge, and quite frankly on the uglier side of the spectrum. Smells nice though. I like his cologne, and he doesn’t wear too much. Tips real well, and he’s nice, not terribly friendly, but sweet. You’ll spot him as soon as he walks in.

I wonder why he’s here.

I figure he’ll vanish in a few days with no explanation. Sometimes people take their time passing through - though I suppose you remember that, or has your fancy college education made you forget about us?

Hardly, Kurt said with a laugh. I’m homesick as hell over there. No one makes coffee like you do.

Oh, that’s right, Shelley said. What can I get you?

What’ll you give me?

Shelley grinned and narrowed her eyes in thought. Coffee, black - of course. Cheeseburger, two patties, and an extra pickle on the side. Onion rings instead of French fries.

You should have married me instead, Shelley.

Shelley laughed and hit him in the shoulder with her notepad. Well you never asked. I’ll get that ready for you.

Kurt said, Thanks.

A man walked in the door, and Shelley raised her thick eyebrows at Kurt as she moved behind the diner’s bar. Kurt turned to see the stranger walk in. He was tall, easily 6’4", broad and had rich, golden-brown skin. His arms and chest were muscular, and he carried some extra weight in his stomach. He wore a pair of jeans and a grey waffle shirt under a leather jacket with studs in the shoulders. The sides and back of his head were shaved and he wore the rest of long hair pulled back into a ponytail, with his black hair curling behind him. A heavy beard sat on his square jaw, though it was slightly broken up on one side with long, deep scars, as if something massive had tried scratching off one side of his face. His Roman nose had been broken and it was crooked, tilting to the left. His thick lips formed a look of indifference. Kurt thought he looked like a mean fucker, and heat rose to his cheeks as the stranger’s pale brown eyes looked at him. Kurt looked away, embarrassed for gawking.

Shelley opened the stranger’s beer bottle, and he gruffly said, Thanks darlin’.

What can I get you today?

Kurt looked at the man again. He had taken a seat at the bar, and he browsed through the menu. Kurt noticed an emblem stitched onto the back of his leather jacket, though he didn’t recognize the symbol. It was a cracked skull with bat wings on either side of it. There was no gang name above or location listed underneath the symbol. He was intrigued.

Your macaroni and cheese looks good.

Really?

Yeah, you use bread crumbs, right? It’s like a casserole?

Yeah, Shelley replied. I can chop up hot dogs and mix them in too, if you’d like.

You’re God’s gift to me, aren’t you?

I believe I’m supposed to be shared, she said with a laugh. May I ask why macaroni and cheese?

Feeling homesick, he said.

Shelley didn’t press further and said, I’ll get it started for you.

Thanks darlin’.

Kurt turned away as the man drank his beer. Shelley stopped at the table with his coffee and winked at him. She said, Do you want to call anyone to see if they’re going to show up? You could try Bobby.

No, it’s all right, Kurt said. I’ll just hang around a bit - it’s nice just to get out of the house and get a break from my parents shuffling around the house like zombies.

All right, Shelley said. If you change your mind, let me know.

She walked away, and Kurt looked at his friends’ initials in the table. He