Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 12:59:13 -0600
From: kc <kajuanchosen@gmail.com>
Subject: LOVE JONES 4 - 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 4 – Jones Boys Get Ripped



Raf Jones prided himself on many things. He was very proud of his
sons, who, for the most part, didn't give him too much to worry about
and were growing up well enough. He was proud of his work, heading up
a large construction management firm and he was very proud of how he
looked in a black v-neck shirt and his Puma workout gear. Most
Saturdays you will find Raf sleeping off his partying from the night
before up until the alarm goes off at 7am. Almost to the second, he
bounds out of bed, grabs something to eat and starts his Saturday
workout routine. Saturday's workout preparation is a little different
from his usual weekday routine. On Saturdays, he hits the weight bench
balls out, runs at least 10 miles and at the very end, he gets to
enjoy a relaxing sauna. During the entire length of his workout he is
mentally counting down until he can relax in the steam heat of his
gym's sauna and decompress from a week filled with loud construction
workers, fighting sons and his bitch of a girlfriend, Janae, who now
hinted at marriage at every opportunity she found. He hummed to
himself as he laced up his black special edition Puma Kosmos and and
started looking for his car keys and his gym membership card. His
youngest son, Dante, stood in the doorway of his bedroom and just
watched his dad fly around like a mad man.

"Dad, where's the fire?", asked Dante.

"Hey son. No fire. Just gym. As in me going to", laughed Raf at his
attempt at humor. Finally locating his keys and card. He double
checked his bag making sure that he had everything that he needed for
his workout and his clean up. He hated dudes who walked around after
working out funking up the place, so he always made sure that he had
shower gel, deoderant, his favorite cologne and some gear to wear
afterwards. You never knew who you might run into, so be prepared, was
one of Raf's mantras that he lived by.

"Dad. I'm bored.", said Dante and plopped down on Raf's bed. He put
his feet on the bed, until he saw his dad's eyebrows raise
quizzically.

"Sorry.", he said and quickly put his feet back on the floor.

"Where I"s your brother?", asked Raf.

"I dunno.", replied Dante.

"Go call your cousin, Gregg. I am sure that he and his little crew are
up to something. They probably would let you tag along.", said Raf.

"I don't want to hang with those fags.", said Dante.

"Now you know what I said about that word, boy!", snapped Raf.

"Sorry. I don't want to hang with those guys!", Dante sarcastically stated.

"Well, son. I am not sure what you want me to say. I was supposed to
do some shopping with Janae and her twin brother is coming to visit
unexpectedly, so she had to go to the airport early to meet him. I am
going to take advantage of this chance and hit the gym like I planned
to before she had the changes to her plans.", said Raf, continuing to
recheck his bag and count out some cash to buy Gatorade at the gym.

"Yeah. I guess", Dante pouted.

"O.k. look, little man, why don't you come to the gym with me. It's
been a while since you have been there and all and you want to get
buff like your Pops, right?", joked Raf.

Dante's eyes lit up and he practically jumped off the bed. Dante had
been to his dad's gym a few times before but because of his age, he
was required to stay in the children's area, which basically was an
expensive version of day care complete with toys that resembled the
weight machines in the gym. Dante hated every minute of it and pretty
much vowed that he would never go until he was old enough to go to the
adult part. Well, that time had come a long time ago, he just had not
been this bored or have his father offer until now.

"I am going to grab my stuff and I will be down in a minute!", said
Dante as he bolted from the bed, into the hallway and ran into his
bedroom. He grabbed his black gym bag that held a couple of books. He
tossed the books on the bed and scrambled to find a pair of nylon
shorts and a t-shirt that he could wear. He remembered that his dad
was big on cleaning up afterwards. His dad always said to them that he
didn't want their "funky holes" in his new car stinking up the place.
He knew his dad would have more than enough shower gear so he just
grabbed some clean clothes to put on afterwards. As he opened his
dresser drawer he grabbed some clothing and then turned to the closet
that he shared with his brother. He grabbed a small wooden stool and
stood on it. He wanted to take his new kicks to work out in and they
were all the way in the back of the closet. He turned on the light and
spotted his trainers right near the rear of the closet shelf. He
grabbed his shoes and looked closely at the back of the closet. When
they had moved into the house many years ago, he had found something
very interesting. The previous owner of the house had built extra
miniature spaces into the back of the closets. Dante didn't know why
and he didn't care why. He just knew that since his brother got the
bottom part of the closet and he got the top part of the closet he had
a safe and secure spot to keep things hidden. If you looked at the
back of the closet you could not tell that the wall slid away
revealing a very narrow box shaped area that one could use to conceal
items from others. Dante was definitely grateful for the hidden shelf
in the closet. He kept quite a few things there that belonged to him,
for example, a rare baseball card, his skins mags and a very important
microdisk from his father's camera. The microdisk was technically not
missing, since he had replaced it with a blank one when he first
discovered it, but it was valuable, so it remained in the back of
Dante's closet.

Dante finally grabbed everything that he needed and ran down the
stairs and out into the driveway just as his father started to beep
the horn.

"Geesh, Dad, I am coming...", he said as he opened the driver side door
of his dad's car, slid in and buckled himself in.

The drive to the gym was quick and the two Jones men found themselves
working out very hard in no time at all. Raf insisted that Dante do
exactly what he said as far as the weights were concerned. Raf didn't
want his son to have an accident nor hurt someone else from improper
use of equipment. Raf was impressed that Dante seemed to possess
natural strength for such a young man. He insisted that Dante use
light weights and just a few reps. The last thing Raf wanted was to be
accused to hurting his son by trying to turn him into Schwarzneggar in
one workout. Eventually, the two found themselves side by side on the
last barbell benches.

"Dad. I want to lift this, a'ight?", asked Dante.

"Dante, boy I told you. You never just pick up whatever weight someone
just left there. Besides it's too heavy for you, I am pretty sure!",
replied Raf.

"Please dad, if it's too heavy, we just won't try again. Just one
rep...please!!!!!!", begged Dante as he sat on the bench and lowered
himself below the barbell.

"O.k. One rep and only one rep and I am going to spot you like I did
for all the other machines!", Raf shot back.

"Cool, dad.", replied Dante.

Raf stood behind his son's head as he lay beneath the barbell on the
bench. Raf, secretly was very proud of his son and strangely impressed
by the fact that his son just seemed to take to lifting like a duck to
water. Why hadn't he brought his son with him more often. Pretty soon
his son would be old enough and wouldn't want to do anything with his
old man. Time was slipping away. He thought to himself, I better make
use of the time that we have left and not let it slip away. He resumed
his focus back on his son who beamed up at him.

"O.k. ready, Dad?", asked Dante.

"Ready son!", replied Raf.

Raf lifted the barbell up and over the arms of the bench. He slowly
guided the bar down as his son pulled it towards himself below on the
bench.

"One!", said Dante as the barbell lowered slowly onto his chest.

"Two!, Three!, Four!, Five!", said Dante as he repped the bar up and
down. He was proud of himself and even more happy with his dad. Even
though his dad had said only one rep, he was now pumping the bar up
and down like a pro, with his dad right there in case he couldn't lift
the weight off of himself. Eventually he tired and he pushed the bar
higher, which signaled Raf to grab it and guide it back into the arms
of the bench.

"Damn, son, you really did some hard work there!", exclaimed Raf still
standing above his son's head.

"Thanks Dad for letting me do more than one. You just don't want me to
get stronger than you, I understand.", joked Dante as he looked up at
his father.

"Hey Raf!", a huge muscle bound man approached Raf and Dante. He and
Raf gave each other the dap handshake, half-hug and stood back from
one another. The man was Zachariah, Dante's uncle and Raf's older
brother. The resemblance between Zachariah, whom everyone who knew
him, called Zach.

"Dude. What the fuck!", Raf swore and then caught himself as he
remembered his son was right below him.

"I mean, what the heck. Zach, it's been a minute! Whatchu been up to,
old dog?", asked Raf.

"Man..just chillin'", said Uncle Zach, who then laughed with Raf who
understood that Uncle Zach was just mimicking what the young adults
say now to each other.

"Seriously, dude. Not much these days. I wish you would have told me
that you would have been coming to the gym today. I would have had you
bring some of the papers from the project, but anyways, I just decided
to come and get my `swole' on,", said Uncle Zach, referring to
bodybuilding.

"Man, yeah...same old, same old here.  Still with Janae and you know the
boys is...well..the boys is the boys,,,Say hello to your uncle Zach,
Dante!", said Raf.

"Hello!", said Dante, still lying on the bench looking up at both his
dad and this hulk of a black man whom had known his entire life as his
big Uncle Zach.

"Whassup, lil man?", said Uncle Zach who reached down and shook Dante's hand.

The men continued to talk as Dante lay on the bench. He was getting a
little tired and actually felt a little sore, which is why he hadn't
actually moved off the bench. He had hoped his dad wouldn't notice and
now with the distraction that Uncle Zach provided he could lay here
for a few minutes more. He looked up at his dad and Uncle Zach
talking. Uncle Zach was a huge dude. He was almost scary until you
noticed that he smiled a lot and seemed to have a lot of jokes, which
he told to Dante's dad as they stood there over his head. Dante
scanned Uncle Zach's huge body starting with his huge bald and shining
head. Most Black men today had a shaved head. Whether it was because
you were balding or just thought it was sexy, it was a growing
phenomenon. Dante had even noticed a few white and Hispanic dudes with
shaved heads around town, but he definitely thought that it was a
style that most suited Black dudes. Uncle Zach's neck pretty much made
like four of Dante's legs and his chest was unbelievably built,
rounded out by huge pecs and delts. His built chest tapered down to a
trim and tight stomach and waist. Uncle Zach's dark gray shorts and
tank top barely contained his pumped up physique. The fabric strained
to contain the hulk of a man in one piece and had been fraying and
ripping at some of the seams. The frayed seam in Uncle Zach's crotch
is what caught Dante's eye. He lay there on the bench and as he stared
up at the two men talking, he noticed that there was a patch of red
right in the middle of Uncle Zach's nylon shorts. The spot bulged at
the rip and as Uncle Zach continued to talk to Raf, he shifted and the
bulge moved as well.

Dante swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He felt that familiar
pounding in his chest again. Lately, when he saw other dudes that were
especially larger than him or more ripped, he felt that feeling. He
didn't know what the fuck it was and he didn't want it to last, was
all he knew.

Uncle Zach and Raf finished up their conversation and parted ways.

"So, dude I am about to hit the showers and head on home. What are you
up to, now?", asked Uncle Zach,

"I think we are finished up here, right Dante?", asked Raf as he
looked at down at his son, who lay on the bench smiling to himself.

"Yeah, dad. I am beat!", replied Dante who sat up on the bench and
rubbed his now sore arms.

"Time to hit the shower, then fellas!", smiled Uncle Zach as the trip
headed towards the locker room.

Once in the locker room, Dante headed towards the two lockers that he
and his father had put their gear in. He slid in the key and opened
the door. The faint stale smell of sweat hit his nostrils as he sat
down on the bench. The locker room was a busy area of the gym at this
point. Dudes were all over the place in various stages of dress and
undress. Dante walked to the water fountain near the shower entrance
and took a huge swig of water. He sipped again and as he stood up, his
eyes caught a glimpse of the four white guys in the shower who were
all huge and carrying on a loud conversation. Two Hispanic dudes
walked by Dante at that point in white towels and headed towards the
steam room. A couple of other guys were entering and exiting the
locker room freshly showered and ready for the rest of the day. Dante
headed back to the locker where his father had already changed from
his gym gear and had grabbed a big white towel and headed for the
shower area. Dante sat on the bench and slowly lowered his nylon
shorts to the floor as Uncle Zach rounded the corner.

"Man, I left my deodorant in the car. Can't leave the spot funky,
right, lil' man?, said Uncle Zach.

Dante chuckled and removed his nylon gym shorts from his ankle and
continued to sit naked on the bench watching Uncle Zach arrange his
belongings in his locker, which was three lockers down from where
Dante and his father had selected their locker. Dante watched the huge
dude finish putting his gear away and he removed his shirt. Now
shirtless, Uncle Zach appeared even larger and more muscular than he
did while they were working out. His pecs were rounded mounds of hard
muscle with two hard, small chocolate nipples in each center. The
veins bulged from his neck and his arms boasted multiple mounds of
hardcore muscle as he threw his sweaty shirt into his gym bag. Uncle
Zach then turned away from Dante and slowly lowered his gym shorts to
the floor, in doing show, showed a rock hard, muscular set of dark
brown ass cheeks accented by soft, furry hair. He stood up and still
turned away from Dante grabbed his shower towel from his locker.

"You alright, lil man?", asked Uncle Zach, which snapped Dante out of
the trance that he was in when he was watching Uncle Zach transform
from a clothed giant into an even larger nude giant right before his
very eyes.

"Uh, yeah...just thinking about..." started Dante.

"Probably pussy, right? I'm going to hit the sauna and then take a
shower. No point in getting clean, then sweaty and then clean again,
right bruh?", finished Uncle Zach.

Dante laughed to himself and grabbed his towel. Uncle Zach walked away
from Dante and headed towards the shower area. Dante closed his locker
and tucking his towel into his waist headed towards the shower area as
well.  Once in the shower area, he noticed that the four white dudes
were still showering and talking loudly to each other, while soaping
up their toned bodies. Dante had a few white dudes as friends, not
that many and these dudes reminded him of his friends. Average looking
white dudes talking loudly---and they were no exception. He caught
snippets of the conversation, but for the most part ignored the action
around him. He selected one of the four shower heads open and removed
his towel from his waist. His dark brown body with a light dusting of
hair strode closer to the already running shower head. He pumped the
soap dispenser several times and rubbed his hands together. He then
started rubbing the soap all over his tight young body, rubbing very
slowly and hard. He wanted to get rid of all of the gym funk and sweat
from his body. He rubbed his chest a few times, scrubbed his legs with
his hands and then settled on his crotch. He reached around and pumped
out more soap from the dispenser and rubbed his hands together and
started rubbing the ivory colored liquid into his cock and balls.
Bubbles instantly appeared as he scrubbed his cock and balls
continuously. One by one the young white dudes turned off their shower
and headed out of the shower, until there was only one of them left
who continued to wash his tight tan body a few showerheads away from
Dante. Dante continued to wash his black dick and scrub through his
pubic hair and rub around his balls. He noticed that his dick had
started to respond to the rubbing, so he stopped decided that he would
wash elsewhere at this point, he didn't want to bust a hard on in the
gym shower---just not cool, he thought and reached around to pump more
soap into his hands.

He rubbed his hands together and reached around to grab his ass
cheeks. He rubbed both of his firm dark brown ass cheeks back and
forth. He reached ever further and swiped his ass crack with a soapy
hand and pumped more soap into his hands. He turned away from the
white dude in the shower and continued to soap up his ass crack up and
down, up and down, up and down...

Eric stood across from Dante and subtly watched as the young black
dude washed the two huge mounds of black flesh right before his very
eyes. Eric didn't think of himself as a fag, but there was something
about black dudes asses that just caught his attention almost every
time he was with one in the shower. He didn't know what it was,
whether it was the almost completely round globes of black flesh, the
hairyness or the extra special treat when he happened to catch a black
dude bending over and he could clearly see the dark, deep asshole
hidden like a pot of gold between those two globes. Eric continued to
slowly stroke his chest and turned away from Dante for a second. He
could feel his dick getting hard as he watched the young black boy
clean his ass. Eric thought that the boy's ass looked almost like a
cake---a firm chocoloate cake with a creamy white frosting---with the
soap covering both mounds at this point. Eric couldn't take it
anymore. His dick was now threatening to expose his secret thoughts so
he quickly rinsed himself off and grabbed his towel. Eric headed
towards the sauna. Most of the time at the gym, he could pretty much
do a quick jerk session when he was turned on by anything that he saw
at the gym. He hummed a simple tune as he strode to the door that
opened into the sauna. Opening the door, the steam assaulted his face
along with the smell of sweat and faint body odor. He couldn't see
anything else in the huge sauna at first, but as his eyes adjusted he
could make out a bench on the lowest level and started to walk over to
it. He tripped over something and turned around.

"Ow. Watch it!", yelped Uncle Zach.

"I am so sorry!", stammered Eric as he quickly sat down on the bench
next to Uncle Zach and leaned back into the row above him. He closed
his eyes and then opened them again. His eyes adjusted even more to
the steam and he could make out more people in the sauna. Damn, he
thought to himself, he would not be able to jack off in private in
here. His dick did not get the message as it continued to throb
beneath his white towel. Shit, he thought to himself, I gotta get off
and get off quickly, but where?

In the shower, Dante continued to scrub his body and moved closer to
the shower head to rinse the soap from his body.  He opened his eyes
and noticed that the white dude who had been there moments ago had
left. He stood alone in the shower and continued to rinse the soap off
until it was all gone. He wondered where his dad had gone to?

Raf sat on the highest bench in the sauna and wiped the hot sweat from
his brow. He had opened his towel and spread it around him on the
bench. His hands rubbed up and down his black body dragging rivers of
sweat which trickled down his legs onto the floor of the row in which
he sat. The heat in the sauna cleared his mind of most of the stress
from the day. He rubbed his bald head and wiped the sweat from his
eyes. He wondered where his son was and at the same moment, he noticed
the door to the steam room door open and the bright light of the
lockerroom blocked out the person standing in the doorway. Raf
instantly recognized the sinewy, tight body of his son who stood for a
moment and slowly entered the room. Dante crossed the far end of the
floor and slowly sat on the lowest bench in the space between his
uncle Zach and Eric. Eric swallowed hard when Dante sat. Damn, now
what the fuck am I going to do now, Eric wondered. He was sitting
directly between two dudes that he had been watching all day long...he
had spotted Zach earlier in the day when he did his bicep curls and
bench press workout and Dante later in the day when he washed his hot
young body in the shower less than 10 feet away from Eric. Eric sat on
the bench and leaned forward on the bench. The sweat dripped down his
back and onto his white towel. The steam outlet in the room hissed and
came to life again, sending billows of hot steam into the room full of
sweaty men and making it even more difficult to see anything around
them.

Zach sat there and leaned his huge slab of muscle against the back of
the bench. His towel was soaked through as he sat there sweating like
a pig on the bench. He swiped at his eyes and slowly closed them just
listening to the sound of the steam and the occasional grunt made by
the other dudes in the steam room as some struggled with the ever
increasing heat as the steam outlet continued to pour out it's wet
fire into the room. He was shaken back into the present when he felt a
hand snake slowly down his huge rippled thigh. He sat there quietly
holding his breath as the hand slowly made it's way to his soft uncut
cock which lay flaccid like a sleeping anaconda. He continued to lay
back with his eyes closed as the hand grabbed his huge ball sack and
dick head over and over again. Slowly his big black dick began to rise
in response to the tight stroking handjob that he was receiving. The
hand continued to stroke Zach's cock and focused on the sensitive head
of his cock. Zach's breathing deepened as he felt he was approaching a
mind blowing cum shot. He stretched his arms behind his head and
leaned his crotch forward to give more access to the hand which
furiously stroked his big black veined dick at the speed of light.
Slowly, he felt the familiar tingle which began in his legs and
quickly made it's way to his crotch, which resulted in a mind blowing
cum blast which flew past Zach's tree trunk size legs and onto the
floor in front of him. The hand slowly stopped and retreated away from
Zach. Zach knew that dudes sometimes jerked off in the steam room, it
pretty much smelled like the back room of some musty old adult
bookstore quite a few times and it was also telling when he would
enter the room and the current inhabitants would move away from each
other a little too quickly. He didn't give a fuck, what other folks
did and he had had his share of anonymous bj's at the local bookstore,
X. He would visit every now and then when he just wanted to get off,
no strings attached. He would shove his huge veiny black dick through
the opening between the booths and almost instantly a hot, warm mouth
would commence to suck until he shot a huge, salty load into the
waiting mouth. He laughed to himself as he thought about how the dudes
stared at him when he strolled through the door in his track suit,
which accented his huge muscles. The dudes already in the bookstore
would stare wide eyed as he entered the area which held the glory hole
rooms and would often trot, no, these dudes would run into the back
part of the store to have a shot at sucking Zach's dick.

Zach opened his eyes and stared forward. The steam was slowly clearing
and he could see more details in the room. As he turned and looked at
who the mysterious hand-jobber may have been and his eyes landed on
his lean and strong nephew, Dante. What the fuck was wrong with his
brother's lil boy, he wondered, as he leaned back on the wooden bench
and stretched out to relax from his hardcore handjob and what he was
going to eat when he got home.