Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 13:01:03 -0600
From: kc <kajuanchosen@gmail.com>
Subject: LOVE JONES 2 - REVISED

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit
sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
scenes of sex between males who are related to each other. If it is
illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic
distasteful the please leave now.

The author can be reached at kjcniftystories@gmail.com.com


Love Jones - Part 2 - Doin’ Daddy Jones



Kevin came home from school and put his backpack on the table. Four
more weeks until summer break, he thought, and then he could really
let loose. Play more b-ball and hang until late in the night with his
homeboys down the street and the most important thing---he would get
more pussy than he could shake a stick at because the girls didn’t
have to worry about being called a ‘ho when rumors spread around the
school about what they did with the boys because by the time school
started back up again in September, everyone would have forgotten what
took place that summer.

Kevin grabbed a bunch of grapes from the counter and opened the
fridge. He grabbed the water jug and drank directly from it. He was
glad that his Dad was not home to see him do that. Dad always yelled
when he caught either Kevin or his brother, Dante, acting like “hoods”
as his Dad liked to call it. Kevin bounded up the stairs to his
bedroom. He kicked open the door and threw himself on his unmade bed.
He kicked most of the already worn clothes onto the floor and
stretched out. His hands lay loosely on his torso and he watched for a
few moments as his flat stomach rose and fell with each breath. He
clasped his hands put them behind his head and closed his eyes and
began to snooze.

Raf Jones walked into his home and sat his keys down on the counter.
He was pissed off. His latest project at work was not going well at
all. The project manager had just quit and the project was over budget
by a large amount. He was not only having problems at work, but also
in his love life. His most current girlfriend, Janae had informed him
over dinner last night that she wanted a time out—she felt that they
were going “too fast”. What the fuck was too fast, he thought, they
had been fucking on a regular basis since their second date and her
pussy was delicious, he thought. He noticed he had begun to get a
little hard in his workpants, but he ignored it. What was the use of
getting something started that he could do nothing about, he thought,
and dismissed the idea. Raf noticed the stray grapes and the water jug
on the counter. The boys must be home, he thought and drank directly
out of the jug and placed it back into the refrigerator.

He removed his shoes at the bottom of the stairs to the bedrooms and
slowly walked up the stairs towards his bedroom. Once in the room, he
removed his shirt, tie and pants. He left his socks on as he walked
around his bedroom, throwing his used laundry into the hamper and
eventually settled on the bed in his underwear. He stared out the
window and thought to himself how lucky he felt to have all that he
had. He had two sons who were decent (most of the time) a huge home
and a lucrative job. What more could he want? The answer came to him
very slowly, but very clearly---he needed to get laid, right here and
right now. He laughed to himself as he thought of the most obvious
source of relief---a shower including a quick jack-off would solve
everything and he could really relax after that. He removed his under
wear and socks and threw them into the hamper. He glanced into the
mirror and studied himself. At 42 years old, he felt that he looked
great. His body was not pumped with muscles, but he did work out on a
regular basis, including hardcore cardio and free weights almost every
day. His shaved head was smooth to the touch. He didn’t have a single
line or wrinkle on his face and most people mistook him for a man at
least 12 years younger. His body was quite solid and he had maintained
a tight torso and waist. He didn’t want to look like a middle-aged
man, ever, so he did everything that he could to maintain his healthy
look. He reached down and put his hands on his pubic area. He had
trimmed the hair to make his dick look bigger and was pleased with the
results. Most women exclaimed when they saw him naked and even more so
when his hard dick pounded them from behind. Raf had been bitten by
the “ass” bug. He loved to meet a nice girl, wine and dine her and
eventually, fuck her from behind. He didn’t think it made him gay, it
was just “unique” in his mind that nothing got him harder than
thinking about his big black dick going in and out of some chicks
asshole and eventually shooting his load so deep in her that she
dripped for an hour afterwards. He wished he had been into anal when
he was still with the mother of his two sons, but that is another
story.

He looked down at his now thick and rigid black dick. The head was
dark pink and the lips of his dick now oozed a crystal clear precum.
He reached down and slowly rubbed the precum around the head. It felt
like wet fire. He closed his eyes and rolled his head backwards. His
right hand slowly continued to stroke his cock as his left hand found
his left nipple. He tweaked it and a wide smile spread across his
face. He was in ecstasy at this point.  He continued to stroke his
dick and slowly opened his eyes and stared at himself in the mirror
above his dresser. He cocked his head to one side and scanned his
whole body from the top of his head to his solid calves. He looked
behind to make sure that he was close enough to the edge of the bed
and sat down, continuing to jack his big black dick all the while. In
his mind, he played out the last time that he had fucked Janae. It had
been in his bedroom, while his sons were still playing ball at the
neighborhood court. He had begged her to come home with him to “talk”
about their relationship and no more than 20 minutes later, he was
pounding her from behind and moaning as his big black dick slid in and
out of her asshole. Later, after he shot, what felt like a gallon of
hot cum into her and sent her home, he lie in his bed and fell asleep.

Kevin came to the front door of the house. He noticed his dad’s car
out front and as a courtesy rolled the windows up and headed to the
front door.

He called out, “Dad?” No answer.

“Dad?” Kevin yelled louder. No answer.

Oh well, thought Kevin, must be out back or something. He opened the
fridge and drank from the water jug cautiously as his Dad might be
returning home any minute. He had left his younger brother, Dante,
playing b-ball at the court and decided to come home. He was tired of
playing ball and besides when he was on a team with Dante, he almost
couldn’t focus as he made sure that none of the other players
overpowered his brother or ran some punk moves on him. He was getting
hungry, but decided that he had better wait until his dad and brother
came home; hopefully they could go out for dinner or something. He
slowly walked up the stairs and at the top turned the corner and
noticed his dad’s bedroom door was open. He slowly walked to the door
and was shocked to find his dad sprawled out on the top of his bed
sheets completely naked. His eyes scanned the length of his Dad’s body
and he couldn’t help but notice how much the Jones men were similar is
stature as far as their bodies were concerned. He felt a little funny
looking at his dad naked, but he kept looking anyway. What the fuck
was that smell, he wondered. It was almost like a combination of
seafood and funk. Had his Dad eaten an early dinner in his room? He
stepped closer to the doorway and looked around the room. He didn’t
see any obvious signs of a meal, but he did notice the funky smell was
stronger as he got closer to the doorway. His dad continued to lie
solidly on the bed and had faintly begun snoring. Kevin took a step
closer into his Dad’s room and looked around. It looked like there had
been a struggle of some sort. Clothing lay all over the room and
several bottles of cologne and a tray had been knocked off of his
Dad’s dresser and lay on the floor. Kevin stepped further into the
room and reached out his hands to pick up the items lying closest to
the door. He placed the cologne bottles back onto the dresser and as
he picked up the silver tray, his Dad shifted and snorted in his
sleep. Kevin froze in place. He didn’t think that his dad would punish
him for being in his room, but didn’t know if it would be a problem as
he was in his room, while he slept completely nude. Kevin noticed that
the shiny head of his dad’s cock had left a slimy trail on his left
thigh. It suddenly dawned on Kevin what had happened before he came
home---his dad had been fucking some chick, probably that bitch Janae.

Kevin had often heard his Dad and Janae fucking late at night and had
jacked off to it a few times, simply shooting his load into his sheets
as he shared a room with his brother who was a light sleeper and would
complain to their Dad that Kevin woke him by making noise. Kevin had
fantasized about what Janae looked like with no clothes on so many
times before and at this very minute the thought of her having been in
this room a short while ago being fucked by his Dad made his dick
stiffen. He shook his head to bring himself out of his trance. His Dad
still lay on his bed sound asleep, but Kevin noticed that his Dad’s
dick looked bigger than when he had first come into the room. His
Dad’s face held a wide smile. Motherfucker must be dreamin’ about what
he just did, thought Kevin and slowly turned to leave the room. He
paused and looked back at his Dad. Damn, his shit is huge, thought
Kevin, as he noticed that his Dad’s dick appeared to be getting larger
and larger by the minute. The precum had dried to an almost faint
white on the tip of his dick, as it stood straight up from his solid
milk chocolate body. His balls were two big egg sized orbs at the base
of his dick.

Kevin came closer to the side of the bed. He stood over his Dad and
didn’t really know why he was still in the room with his Dad being
buck ass naked and what he was going to do next. He thought, if I saw
someone do some shit like this, I would seriously just call them a
fag. He didn’t know why he didn’t leave the room, so he stayed and
continued to stare at his Dad lying on the bed. A moment later, at
what seemed like he was being controlled by something else, he kneeled
on the floor next to the bed. The strong funky odor of fucking, sweat
and cum became stronger as he hovered over his Dad’s now throbbing
black dick. Kevin, to his own horror, reached out and gently put his
hand around the head of his Dad’s dick. It was boiling hot to the
touch and felt smooth and slippery. He looked closely at his Dad’s
dick. His Dad was uncircumcised as was Kevin and his brother. Kevin
slowly pulled on the foreskin until the plum colored head of his Dad’s
dick was hidden by the excess skin. He pulled the skin back down to
the base. His Dad moaned in his sleep and turned his body towards
Kevin. Kevin again pulled his dad’s foreskin up and down, squeezing
the shift of his cock as well. Drops of precum appeared at the tip of
his Dad’s dick and melted into the folds of the dark chocolate
foreskin folds. Slowly Kevin continued to jack his Dad off as he
slept. Kevin prayed that his Dad would not wake up because he knew
that he had gone too far. Drinking water directly out of the jug was
one thing, jacking his Dad off was another thing, altogether and he
shuddered to think of what would happen if he were caught. Kevin
picked up his pace as he stroked his Dad’s dick and even began to
slowly squeeze the huge balls at the base of his cock. His Dad’s balls
were slick with sweat and Kevin continued to circle his Dad’s big
hairy black nut sac with his hands. His Dad’s dick appeared to be
getting larger and larger by the moment.

Suddenly, Kevin froze. Shit! What would happen if his Dad woke up
while he was doing what he was doing? The pace of his hand slowed, but
didn’t stop. He felt his Dad’s dick continue to stiffen in his hands.
He had an idea. His hands were too much probably and if he stopped or
continued, he would likely wake his Dad up. Kevin leaned closer to his
Dad’s black dick and continued to slowly stroke. He studied his hand
as it went up and down on his Dad’s shaft. On the next down stroke, he
slowly put his mouth over the head of his Dad’s dick and replaced his
hand with his mouth. He thought that his mouth would be gentler since
it was softer than his hand, in case his Dad did happen to shoot a
load. At that very minute, Kevin felt three hard pulses of the
underhead of his Dad’s dick and his mouth was completely filled with
hot and creamy cum. Kevin’s cheeks bulged with the volume of the cum.
Man, this is some gay shit, he thought as he tried to decide on what
he should do next. He counted to three, closed his eyes and swallowed
the very seed that had brought him into this world. It was hot, salty
and surprisingly bitter. He continued to swallow his Dad’s seed until
he could no longer feel any remaining on the tip of his Dad’s dick.
His Dad’s dick continued to stand rigid and hard as he slowly opened
his mouth and stood simultaneously. His Dad was still smiling and even
had a bit of dribble on the left side of his mouth. Kevin turned and
caught his reflection in the mirror. He was still wearing his b-ball
gear and sported a huge hard on in his shorts. His face was damp with
perspiration and he even had a dribble of something on the corner of
his mouth. He wiped his mouth and tried not to think of what he had
done. He tiptoed towards the door of his Dad’s room, turned and went
back to his Dad’s bedside. He took his Dad’s sheet and pulling his
Dad’s leg up, he pulled the sheet up over his Dad’s still naked body.
His Dad’s snoring increased and Kevin took that as his cue to leave.
As Kevin left the room, he walked straight past his Dad’s closet and
the dresser where he stood every morning tying his tie before he left
for work. On his Dad’s dresser sat silver cuff links and a watch that
he had been given Christmases past. A set of two photographs, one
showing him and his two sons and the other a large aerial view of his
most recent project with the crew that completed the construction and
base work and behind this picture frame, not even entirely hidden from
view, a red light blinked as it recorded what took place that
afternoon since Raf set it up before he left to pick his girlfriend up
for an afternoon of deep ass fucking. Kevin, having no reason to even
suspect that his Dad had a side of him that enjoyed watching himself
fuck, slowly closed the door to his Dad’s room and headed towards the
stairs to go watch Mtv until his Dad woke up or his brother came home,
whichever came first.