Birth of a Dark Nation

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Book: Birth of a Dark Nation by Rashid Darden Read Free Book Online
Authors: Rashid Darden
Tags: vampire, Voodoo, New Orleans, djinn, orisha, nightwalkers, marie laveau, daywalker
shower and squirted copious amounts in my
hands. I rubbed them together and then started working it into his
long locs. He took the shampoo from me and did the same until his
head was a massive mushroom of white foam. He closed his eyes and
relaxed while I took my time scratching his scalp and working the
dye out of the locs.
    I stood back and let him rinse the suds from
his head until the last remnants of the red dye drained down the
tub and the water was clear. Dante wiped the water out of his eyes
and faced me, his erection still rock hard.
    "Let's…uh…" I began.
    "Finish up in here?" he asked.
    "Yeah… Expeditiously."
    We lathered up and scrubbed vigorously,
making sure every last bit of dye was off our bodies. He turned the
water off and I hopped out first, grabbing towels and tossing them
to him, one for his hair and another for his body. There was still
one left for me.
    Before I was even the least bit dry, he began
kissing me again. He threw his towel onto the hallway floor and I
led him into my bedroom. I fell into my bed and Justin pushed me
down, his mouth barely leaving me.
    "Justin," he said, in between kisses to my
face and neck.
    "Yeah, man?" I said back. He stopped and
stared deeply into my eyes.
    "You smell…so…fucking…good!"
    He kissed me on my lips, and then my neck,
inhaling deeply.
    That's weird, I chuckled to
myself.
    "Zestfully clean, baby," I said. We flipped
over and his still damp dreadlocks made a halo around his head on
the bed.
    "Justin," he said again.
    "Yeah?" I looked into his eyes.
    "I want you," he said.
    "I want you, too," I smiled.
    "I want you to fuck me. Right now."
    "I want to fuck you right now," I repeated. I
spread his legs and lifted them over my shoulders as he held on to
my sides.
    "Wait, I need to go get a condom and lube," I
said, letting his legs slide down.
    "You don't need a condom," he replied. "Just
lube."
    "I don't need a condom," I repeated without
thinking. "Just lube."
    I reached in my drawer and grabbed the tube
of lube as well as a handful of condoms. I shook my head. What was
I thinking?
    "I always use condoms, babe. Don't know what
I was thinking." I unrolled the Magnum onto my erection, smoothed
some lube over it, and rubbed some into Dante's hole.
    When I looked into his eyes, he looked
puzzled.
    "You okay?" I asked.
    "Yeah. I'm good. Now fuck me."
    I slowly slid my penis inside his tight hole.
He let out a slow growl as I adjusted myself inside him. He grabbed
onto me tightly.
    "Goddamn, you so big," he said. I grinned on
the outside but was high-fiving myself on the inside.
    We fucked for a really, really long time.
Dante was full of tricks, from the reverse cowboy to some shit I'd
never done that must have looked like a giant crab. I worked that
ass like there wasn't going to be a tomorrow.
    It all came back to my favorite position
though: face-to-face with me on top. Those final few thrusts were
magical. We looked at each other eye to eye the whole time until I
came inside him (and safely in my condom). At the precise time that
my body spurt my kids out, he shivered and came in white torrents
on his own chest, completely untouched by me or his own hands.
    I felt like a king. I'd never made anyone
come just by fucking. It typically didn't work like that between
men except in pornos. But hell, if it worked for Dante, it for damn
sure worked for me.
    Shortly after it was over, I fell asleep.
Dante crawled next to me and dozed off as well.
    Moments later, or maybe even an hour, I
couldn't tell, I was awakened to Dante kissing my neck
passionately, over and over in the same spot. It felt good at
first, then it started to hurt.
    "Dante," I said, caressing his hair. He
continued kissing and biting my neck.
    "Dante," I said again. He bit harder.
    "Dante, stop it," I said, pulling away
sharply.
    "Oh… My bad," he said. I looked at him once
more. He looked genuinely sorry and I immediately felt bad.
    "It's okay," I said. "Just started to hurt a
little."
    "I

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