Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 12:57:41 -0600
From: kc <kajuanchosen@gmail.com>
Subject: LOVE JONES 5 - 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 - 5
What Raf Saw (and Did)


Raf sat on the top bench of the sauna with his towel open and stared
down as his older brother got a hand job from some skinny white dude.
He almost didn't believe what he was seeing, except that it was
happening right in front of his face. The steam room had cleared out a
bit and his son; Dante had entered and sat down near his uncle, who
was Raf's big brother, Zach. Dante sat in the spot for a minute or two
and eventually a skinny white dude came into the steam room, almost
tripped and fell face first over Zach's big tree trunk legs and sat
between Zach and his nephew Dante. Raf could tell that Dante was not
accustomed to such heat and after trying unsuccessfully to avoid the
blast of steam from the outlets almost near him, Dante slid his tight
young ass a little bit to the right on the wooden bench. Dante sat
there with his head down and put the extra towel that he brought with
him over his head. The skinny white dude, who for some reason seemed
familiar to Raf, continued to sit there next to Zach. It bothered Raf
that he wasn't satisfied with the idea that he knew the skinny white
dude from the gym. No, he had seen him elsewhere. He just couldn't
recall at this very minute where and who really cared as the more
important question was why the skinny white dude was rubbing up and
down on Zach's muscled thighs. Didn't the guy realize that Zach could
knock him out with one punch for such a bold and daring move? The
skinny white guy had guts, thought Raf, as he continued to rub his
eyes so that he could see what was going on at least four rows beneath
him. The skinny white guy continued to rub on Zach's thigh and
eventually made his way to Zach's big black dick and began to stroke
it. Raf put his hand over his own mouth in surprise. Zach's dick,
which was formerly limp, now stood straight up like a thick, black
snake and the skinny white boy had begun to stroke faster. Raf looked
around the sauna. Noone else seemed to notice. Most of the guys either
had their heads down or else were unable to see without their glasses
and the steam served as more of a barrier to their lack of clear
vision. Time slowly passed as the skinny white dude continued to give
a hand job to the hulking black man. After a few minutes, it seemed,
Zach's back appeared to stiffen and Raf thought he saw a white glob
shoot out on the floor in front of Zach, but he wasn't completely sure
that it had. Raf grabbed his extra towel and started to wipe his face,
slowly. When he slid the towel off of his face, he noticed that the
skinny white guy had left and Dante now sat up with his towel no
longer on his head, in his hands in front of him. Raf wondered why his
brother was staring at his son like that?

Raf wondered if he should even bring it up to Zach what he saw and
then decided against it. Who cares what other folks do and besides Raf
knew that he himself was no angel, therefore he tried not to judge too
harshly what other people did in their lives. He thought back on his
early days growing up with his parents and his brother in their small
house on the other side of town. His parents were now dead and Zach
was the only family he had left, save for a few relatives that lived
in a country town down in Georgia.

Raf was amazed at what a difference his relationship with Zach was.
The two had gone from being always at odds with one another, competing
in sports and academically, to being one of the most caring men that
anyone knew. Raf loved his older brother and Raf knew that Zach loved
him right back without a doubt. Raf had often been envious of his
older brother and would find opportunities to spy on him when he hung
out with his friends or had one of many of his numerous girlfriends
over to the house and in his bedroom that he had all to himself. Zach
often threatened that he was going to get a lock to keep Raf from
rummaging through his things when he wasn't home, but he never did.
Raf always denied that he would rummage through Zach's room when he
wasn't there, but the reality was the minute that Raf knew that Zach
was heading out of the house for any extended length of time, he would
wait the mandatory 10 minutes and then make a beeline directly to
Zach's bedroom.

Zach's bedroom was messy as hell. He had thrown clothes both clean and
used all over the bed and the floor. Schoolbooks and sketches that
Zach drew littered almost every surface in the room and the smell...oh
god, the smell. Strangely enough, Zach grew up to be a hygienically
aware individual, but as a kid; he just couldn't seem to shake the
funky, musky odor on both his body and in his room. The scent was an
added aphrodisiac for Raf, but he was not yet aware of it. He pretty
much associated his brother, his brother's room and with the strong
pungent odor of hairy sweaty armpits, even though their mother always
opened the windows in the room every chance she got and she had also
gone through 3 or 4 cans of Lysol, but the smell lingered, which was a
mystery to everyone.

One hot and sunny June day, Raf found out that Zach was going to head
out to the ball court with his friends and he did his usual
wait-and-hope-that-Zach-doesn't-come-back-and-catch-me routine until
he felt confident that he could do his archeological dig through
Zach's belongings undisturbed. He slowly tiptoed to his brother's room
and opened the door. The funk hit him squarely in the nose as he
entered the room. He walked over to the window and intended to open
it, but to his amazement, it was already open and the room still
reeked of boy funk. He turned to his brother's bed, which lay unmade,
as it usually did and was littered with clothes, books and other
things that Zach would start and get bored with tossing it on the bed
or the floor of the room. Raf sat at the head of his brother's bed for
a minute and looked around the room. The room was truly a mess. He
also noticed that the boy funk smell seemed stronger now that he was
sitting down. He looked down at what he was sitting on and near. He
didn't see anything at first glance that would be sending these kinds
of emissions into the air, but yet the smell was clearly stronger. He
reached down and grabbed one of the two pillows on the bed and brought
it closer to his chest. As he brought the pillow closer, the scent was
unmistakable now. Whatever was causing the stench in this room was
clearly inside of this pillow. What could it be, he wondered as he
turned the pillow over and opened it up. Inside the dark folds of the
pillow, he saw the pillow itself, but there was something else.

Something dingy and stringy. What would my brother keep in his pillow
that stinks this badly, he thought as he reached his hands into the
pillowcase and tried to grab the off-gray ball of cloth. When he
reached the dingy, off-white cloth thing in his brother's pillow, he
grabbed it out and was now 100% sure that it was the source of the
life-shortening stench which permeated the room and now sat squarely
in front of Raf's face. It was a dirty, dingy jock strap that appeared
to have never been washed before. The dirty pouch was dingy and
threadbare as was the leg openings, which barely held to the main part
of the garment. Why would my brother have a dirty jock strap in his
pillow, wondered Raf as he picked the jock back up and held it in his
hand. He could clearly see that whoever had worn the strap wasn't very
good at shaking their dick after they pissed for there was yellow
stains all over the pouch and turning it over, he noticed that the
bottom part of the jock was a darker brown. Was that shit, he
wondered, as he put it closer and closer to his face to examine it. It
was shit or the remnants of shit that someone did not wipe away very
well after taking a shit. Raf was starting to feel like a pig, in his
big brother's funky room and with his new discovery, a dirty, rank
jock in his hand. He decided that he was done for the day and put the
jock back into the pillowcase and stood up. He noticed that his black
teen dick was strained against the front of his gym shorts. Not again,
he thought, not another fuckin boner from some dumb shit like this.

He walked to the window and decided that he would wait until his hard
on went down before he left the room, lest he run into his parents who
were very nosy. As he stood there at the window he heard the
unmistakable bellow of his brother's voice along with a cacophony of
other young teen dudes in the neighborhood.

"Man...catch y'all later!" yelled Zach as he broke away from the pack of
boys that continued to walk further up the street, and towards their
house. Oh shit, thought Raf, and he quickly dashed for the door of the
bedroom and into the hallway. He ran into the bathroom and waited a
few minutes and then opened the door and walked out into the hallway.
He could hear his brother bounding up the stairs two-by-two rappin' to
himself. Zach paused when he saw Raf standing on the landing of the
stairs.

"What up, punk-ass-bitch?" spat Zach.

Zach and Raf's father was a minister, but everyone knew that Zach had
a mouth on him that no amount of prayer could help with, so his father
looked the other way and Zach took advantage of calling Raf anything
that he wanted.

"Nothin' ho-ass bitch", replied Raf, who fully admitted to himself
that he didn't have the whole vulgar insult skill down pat yet, but
with Zach teaching him, he one day aspired to be able to swear just
like his big bro.

The boys passed each other in the hallway, Zach heading towards his
room and closing the door and Raf down the stairs to watch TV.

The door to Zach's room opened up suddenly and Raf froze. Oh no, Raf
thought to himself, he figured out I was in his room...shit!!!!!

"Uh, by the way, pussy eater, you know that bitch Trina that you
thought was so cute, but you were such a punk-ass mo-fo to say
anything to her? She and I are gonna go out to a movie tonite at the
megaplex. I'm gone knock some boots!" said Zach.

Relieved that he wasn't busted for rummaging through his brother's
room, Raf replied.

"So, fuckin' what. She ain't gone fuck you!" was the best reply that
Raf could muster at that very moment. He wanted to be down the stairs
and out of Zach's sight for the time being. He felt that he looked
guilty and if Zach looked hard enough, he would be able to determine
what Raf had been up to, so he scuttled to the living room and sat
down in front of the TV. On the coffee table lay a piece of pink paper
with his mother's unmistakable scrawl on it. The note stated that
their parents had gone out to visit on some of the elderly and sick
members of the church and would be back later that evening---dinner in
the fridge, Love Mom.

Raf sat the note down and continued to watch TV. Hours eventually
passed and finally Zach made his way downstairs to leave the house for
his date with Trina. Zach looked good in his polo, jeans and new kicks
and even did a twirl in front of the hallway mirror.

"I look fly, bro, right, right, right!?!?!?" Zach rhetorically asked.

"You look a'ight, I guess." replied Raf, who continued to focus on the TV.

"Man, fuck you, you bitch ass cum guzzlin' ho. I look damn good!" Zach
shot back and made some final adjustments to his shirt and jeans
before he reached for the front door.

"Oh yeah...did you see the note on the table? Moms and Dad won't be home
till late, so you got the whole house to yourself to jack off...just
stay out of my room, jizz eater!" said Zach and opened the front door
and walked through it, closing it, in one swoop.

Raf sat for a minute and changed the TV station again. He wished there
was something good on TV, but there just wasn't, so he sat there
staring at the TV, but really just daydreaming. Eventually he fell
asleep on the couch and awoke hours later after midnight. His parents
must have been home by now because at this point, someone had slipped
a light blanket onto his body as he lay on the couch and he just
couldn't see his dumb ass brother doing something as thoughtful as
that.

He stood and stretched. He yawned and scratched at his dick, feeling
the firm boy cock underneath his shorts. His brother was right, he had
taken advantage of the fact that he had the house to himself and
jerked off a few times in his bedroom and in the bathroom, shooting
huge gooey loads all over his legs and on the sink in the bathroom, so
his nap was actually due to just wearing himself out jerking his dick
over and over again, until the last time, there was almost no liquid
when he came. He smiled to himself and continued to scratch.

He made his way up the stairs and noticed his brother's bedroom door
was open, but the light was off. Could his brother still be out with
Trina this late? He wandered into the bathroom and got ready for bed.
Later he climbed into his own bed and drifted off to sleep.

"RJ!" hissed someone.

"Who-wha-who is it, whatchu want?" replied Raf. He had drifted off to
sleep and was now being awakened by someone. As his eyes adjusted he
finally focused on the sight of his brother sitting on the edge of his
bed looking pretty stoned from smoking weed.

"RJ!" hissed Zach again, while looking directly at Raf.

"Zach, I am right here. I can hear you. You don't have to keep saying
my name over and over again, dickhead!" replied Raf.

"Dude you funny!" laughed Zach.

"O.k. whatchu want? Why are you in my room?" asked Raf.

"Aw man, I just wanted to come see my lil bro, right?" replied Zach
who was slurring his words and had a difficult time sitting up
straight on Raf's bed.

"Yeah, right. What the fuck do you want man? I'm tired. Shit." said
Raf still lying in his bed looking at his drunk, muscular big black
brother sitting on the edge of his bed, stoned out of his fucking
mind.

"Man, I...I just wanna say...wanna say...I'm sorry `bout Trina, a'ight.
Bitch is a fuckin' dick tease. She wore some ho ass clothes out to the
movie and then wouldn't even let me touch her leg all night. What kind
of bullshit is that?" said Zach.

Raf shushed his brother reminding him to keep his voice down. Their
parents were down the hall in the bedroom and although the Rev and
Mrs. Jones let the profanity slide by, drinking and drugging was a
whole other matter, one that both boys hoped they would never have to
deal with.

Zach laughed to himself and said, "O.k. lil man. Whatever. But dude I
am so horny right now. Bitch just a tease, knowwhatimean? My dick on
hard right now, lil man, right now!" and he pounded his crotch for
emphasis.

Raf continued to lie in his bed and turned his head to look fully at
his brother. His brother was a genuine athlete, both football and
b-ball and adored by the ladies. He was a good-looking black dude and
he knew it, which was the draw back for him, as well. Most folks would
tolerate his arrogant attitude because they knew he could throw a ball
or make a basket almost 100% of the time when he was on his game.

"This is what I would have done to that `ho!" said Zach and he quickly
grabbed Raf up in a wrestling cradle hold knocking the sheets off of
Raf.

"Man, let me go!" yelled Raf.

"Shhhh!" said Zach as he continued to hold Raf in the cradle hold. He
eventually started to move over Raf so that they faced each other
squarely with Raf on the bottom and Zach over him holding on to Raf's
torso and arms.

"Man, I am so fuckin' high right now and horny, I might just fuck you,
lil man!" said Zach.

Raf froze. Uh-oh, he thought, not that fag shit, again.

"Dude, move, before I yell and get momma and daddy in here!" threatened Raf.

"You a punk, you know that. A real man would just defend himself. Here
you go calling for your mommy and daddy, again..." said Zach as he
continued to hold Raf in the position.

Raf tried to no avail to release himself from his brother's hold. His
brother had a good number of pounds on him, in addition to being a
miniature bodybuilder, so it was of no use to struggle. Eventually,
Raf stopped pushing against his older brother. Raf looked at his older
brother above his head and could tell that his head was spinning like
mad or he was going to pass out, but instead, his brother just fell
next to him in the bed and started snoring.

Raf looked over at his brother and thought to himself, how pathetic,
and got out of the bed. He initially intended to wake his brother, so
that he could go to his own bed, but he decided that it would not be
worth the effort and what would happen if they woke their parents.
Zach would be in trouble for smoking a doobie and drinking and Raf
would be in trouble for trying to help hide this from his parents. Raf
went over to the right side of the bed where his brother lay passed
out. He removed his brother's shoes and undid his belt buckle. Should
he leave his brother's pants on or take them off. Take them off, he
decided and opened the button-fly to his brother's jeans. Raf chuckled
to himself when he saw that Zach wore a pair of brightly colored brief
underwear and thought, what a fag! He slid his brother's jeans to his
feet and in one move removed them altogether. He looked at his brother
lying in his bed with neon green brief underwear and his nice shirt
from his date and decided that he was going to remove the shirt as
well. The shirt came off easily, revealing a tight and firm chest
that, even at this stage, was well on it's way to becoming pretty
defined. Zach's stomach was washboard flat and he even had that little
V on both sides of the bottom of his stomach. Raf decided that his
brother would be comfortable enough. He pushed his legs and arms in
and pulled the sheets up over his body. He walked back to his side of
the bed and crawled back into the bed.

"Goodnight, assmunch!" said Raf to his sleeping older brother and he
fell asleep, pretty soon matching Zach snore-for-snore.

Raf woke up in the middle of the night. His ass itched a little. He
would get this every now and then. His mother had taken him to the
doctor, who had ruled out worms, but every now and then, his hole
would just get really itchy. He had used many different things to
scratch at the hole including a boarhead brush, a pen and his own
fingers. For some reason, it really helped when he jammed his fingers
into his hold in addition to scratching at it. He didn't know why and
was just relieved that he found something that worked the majority of
the time. He glanced over at his brother's sleeping frame and noticed
that the front of his neon green briefs now tented out with a huge
boner that actually opened the top of the briefs and poked out,
looking like a dark brown plum. Raf scratched at his hole again and
his fingers lingered softly on the hole and then he slowly inched the
index finger on his right hand into his hole. He always felt that he
could never get up in there far enough to really get at he itch, so he
just would scratch at it and most of the time it would just go away.
He didn't trust himself sticking a brush or a pen into his hole, but
he was always on the lookout for something that could reach his itch.

Suddenly, he had an idea. His brother lay next to him with a raging
boner and his hole was on fire with an itch. Why not just use his
brother to satisfy his itch. He had second thoughts. Wouldn't that be
like rape if his brother were out cold? He gently nudged his brother,
who mumbled into the pillow incoherently.

"Hey, dude, you a'ight?" he asked his older brother.

"Mmm-good, lil man, all good", replied Zach slurrily.

I hope so, thought Raf, as he rolled his brother over on his back and
slid his underwear down exposing what must have been at least 8 inches
of hard black uncut dick. Raf sat up and removed his own underwear and
crawled over his older brother's big muscled body. He sat there for a
minute and slowly slid himself down until his brother's dick was just
outside of his hole. He rubbed his brother's dick around and up and
down his hole to see it that would calm the itch. It didn't. Finally,
he remembered that he would have to have something go up into him to
stop the itch---it had always been like that, he just didn't advertise
it and lately his fingers didn't do the trick so well. He pushed
harder and felt the resistance of his asshole to his brother's huge
thick black dick.

What was he forgetting? Oh yeah...he needed to have something slippery
on the end of his fingers when he would try to dig down there. He
looked at his nightstand and saw nothing that he could use. In looking
down he noticed a bottle of lotion on the floor near the bed from when
he jerked off earlier. He grabbed the lotion and squirted a gob into
his hand, which he then slathered all in his crack and even put some
up his hole using his fingers. He squirted more lotion into his hand
and put some on his brother's big black throbbing dick, which seemed
to lengthen when he touched it with his greasy lotioned hand, if that
was possible. His brother moaned as he slid the lotion around and
around. He nimbly raised himself again and straddled his brother's
chest. He was going to get this itch, once and for all. Raf's asshole
was resistant at first, but after he rocked back and forth a few time,
he could feel it starting to relax. He rocked in smaller movements and
simultaneously slid down his big brother's torso until he could feel
the pressure of his brother's dick head pushing at the opening to his
asshole. Raf closed his eyes and slowly counted to three and then
pushed down. Zach's dick popped into Raf's hole very snugly.

Zach grunted and moaned more. His eyes started to flutter as he looked
at his kid brother on top of him and his dick felt like it was in
something tight and wet. What the fuck, he thought, but it felt good
so he didn't push the issue at that very moment.

Raf was in ecstasy. He had found something that really got at his itch
and it felt good in other ways as well. If he really focused he could
feel the pulsing on his brother's cock in his sensitive asshole. He
pushed a little harder and Zach's dick slid further in. Zach moaned
more. Raf felt something he had not felt in his ass when he used his
finger or anything else. It felt good, really, really good and it only
seemed to happen when Zach's dick was moving in and out. Raf slowly
resumed rocking back and forth while his brother's big black cock
wormed it's way into his hole deeper and deeper. Soon, Raf was riding
his brother's dick like a champion whore. He couldn't get it deeper.
It was already up to the balls and he wanted a little more. Underneath
him, Zach was half-asleep and half-awake. He knew that his dick felt
really good and was in something quite tight, but why the fuck was his
brother on top of him. He chalked it up to a dream and just closed his
eyes again and enjoyed what his dick was feeling.

Raf continued to ride his brother' s dick up and down for at least 15
minutes. Beneath him, Zach, believing that he was dreaming about
fucking someone and he only saw his brother's face, suddenly came to a
conclusion---the only explanation for what he was witnessing---he must
be having a dream about double penetrating some bitch, maybe even
Trina, with his brother, but she was between them so he couldn't see
her. Under the influence of weed, anything seemed possible and at this
moment who cared---he was going to cum soon. He reached out and
grabbed Raf's beefy asscheeks and started thrusting harder and harder
into his hole.

"Yeah.let's fuck this bitch, lil bro!" Zach whispered into his
brother's ear through clenched teeth.

"Mmmmm..." was all Raf could respond with as he felt the most unusual
feeling. He felt like he was going to cum. Now how the fuck did that
happen. He wasn't really doing anything that would make him cum. He
hadn't touched his own dick one time while he had his brother's dick
inside of him to scratch that itch. Sure his dick had gotten hard, but
that was because it was probably just time to jack off again. As he
looked down, he watched as his own cock started a slow dribble of
white cum onto his big brother's muscular stomach.

"Dude let's fill this bitch, Trina up with some hardcore Jones
man-cum, baby boy!" said Zach as his dick began pumping what felt like
gallons to Raf of hot cum into his hole.

Moments later both boys lay there after Raf climbed off of Zach. Raf
felt like he had to shit so he went to the bathroom and when he sat
down he pushed and out come a decent amount of cum and shit. He didn't
care. His asshole didn't itch right now. He grabbed a wet facecloth
and returned to his room. He gently wiped his now drying cum off of
his big brother's belly and pulled his briefs back up. Zach lay
snoring at this point and rolled over on his side. Raf continued to
leak through the next day, but he didn't give a fuck, his itch was
gone for now. Raf slowly fell back asleep in his bed next to his big
brother.

The morning sunlight streamed across the room and eventually landed in
the faces of the Jones boys. Eventually Zach awoke and looked around
the room. What the fuck, how did I get in here, he wondered. I must
have fallen asleep talking to punk ass next to me and just stayed in
here. He didn't give it much thought. Stranger shit has happened, like
when his family visited his cousins down in Georgia, but that's is
another tale. Zach sat up and stood up.

He grabbed his jeans and his shirt and headed towards his bedroom.
Funny, he thought, why would I have a crazy dream about me and lil man
fucking Trina from both ends...that must mean that bitch don't know
nothing about the Jones men...we know how to slang some dick as he
closed his bedroom door.