Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 13:00:24 -0600 From: kc Subject: LOVE JONES 3-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 JonesPart 2 Initiated by Cuz Raf Jones had prided himself on being a man’s man. He remembered when he was younger how everyone prophesied that he would become a great man, just like his father, the Reverend Rafael Jones Sr. Raf Jones Jr. didn’t quite make it up to everyone’s expectations. He first had to deal with learning problems which resulted in him graduating a year and a half after his friends and then having difficult finding a college that would accept him with such academic limitations and enrolled at Mission College, a four-year historically black university an hour away from home. He eventually found a school that would accept him with his learning problems with the understanding that he would take full advantage of the learning support services that the schools academic support center offered to all students. He recalled how the first week of school, he had an appointment with his assigned “learning mentor” who was a college senior, with superior academic standing who was committed to helping other students that were having learning problems. He made his way across Mission College’s sprawling campus, past the dorm rooms and past the enormous auditorium to the learning support center. He paused at the door and took a deep breath. He hated meeting new people and this was no exception. He was even more nervous, not only because he hated meeting new people, but this person, especially would know just how limited academically Raf was and Raf found out early on how sensitive he was to what other people thought about him. He wanted to be liked early on and by everyone he came into contact with. During the 7th grade year of middle school. He had started to come out of his quiet and shy shell and hang more with the dudes that were in his same grade. He found himself gravitating to a group of dudes that called themselves the “Rude Boyz” or RB’s. The Rude Boyz, at first glance, appeared to be a group of dudes that basically just hung out at school and in the neighborhood just chillin’---and to some it was nothing more than a covert group of sneaky wanna-be gang thugs that would steal your purse if you weren’t careful. The truth about the group was somewhere in between. True, the boys did steal music from the local mall by stuffing it into their huge triple down coats and strolling to the front of the store and running down the block, but it was also true that the boys, for the most part, did do their homework, took school as seriously as possible and provided a family-like atmosphere for a few of the guys involved who didn’t have anyone, let alone a father figure to guide them on being a black man in today’s world. Raf took advantage of both the social aspect of hanging with the dudes as well as the often deeply hidden enjoyment of both school and learning. No one wanted to be outed as a nerd, so the dudes just kept to themselves, only allowing new fellas to join the group upon careful consideration and successful completion of initiation. Raf smiled when he reminisced about the “initiation” of the group. He had suffered through the first week of school, when the older boys in grades 8 and 9 would abruptly punch the 7th grade boys in the chest for no apparent reason, other than being a “newbie”. He had refused to cry as he was told by a lot of dudes that if he did cry, those same boys would make sure that the rest of his public school career would be a complete nightmare including daily ass-whippings, shunning and basically the death grip of being a kid would be put on him until he slowly choked off and quit school, as many others had done. He had seen the RB’s one day as he walked home from school through the park near his house. There was about 3 of the 6 to 10 man group just hanging in front of the merry-go-round just talking loudly about something that had happened to one of them and the others openly doubted and even refused to believe that the occurrence was the truth. They laughed and ran around each other loudly while the rest of the park’s inhabitants primarily younger kids played on the slide and threw the ball on the more grassy areas. “What up, playa?”, said Gregg, Raf’s cousin, who was one of the RB’s as Raf approached the opening that he would have to take to access the park and make his way home. “Just chillin’, man…chillin’ Raf had picked up on street vernacular or as his father always called it, “gutter talk” from television that he watched, kids he went to school with and anywhere else. He wanted so badly to fit in that he at least knew that he would have to “talk the talk” in order to even get a chance to “walk the walk” with the RB’s or anyone else at school, so he made sure he was up on the latest phrases and what was cool amongst his peers. If the trend was khaki pants and white tennis shoes, he was dressed or if the trend called for huge down coats that weren’t quite necessary with the mild temps of the area he lived in, he had it on his back, sweatin’ like the rest of the school. He walked closer to the 3 young dudes standing there and did the hand-dap handshake complete with the latest hip thing to do, which was a one-armed hug. He felt confident that he was doing everything the way that it was supposed to be done, so he was completely caught off guard, when one of the dudes spoke up. “So, check it…why you such a square and all? I mean, we related and all, but you just ain’t fly, dude!” said Gregg one of the taller members of the threesome. The other two dudes, Haven and Derrick just stood there watching Raf for a response, which he slowly and deliberately gave, remembering the expectation of the group. “Man, fuck that…whatchu’ talkin’ bout, dude? Ain’t even no square…I was about to ask your corny ass the same thing with that old-ass Kangol ball cap on…dude it ain’t even white no more, you done wore it so much! I remember when you used to get whippin’s because you couldn’t even stay clean!” The other two members of the group, Haven and Derrick cracked up laughing for about 10 minutes straight. Gregg just stood there eyeballing Raf and finally without a word walked towards him. “So you got jokes huh? Well try this, funny man, you a punk…straight up punk…almost gave you the benefit of the doubt, but nah…you ass out so move on, punk as bitch!”, spit Gregg at Raf. Raf’s heart sank, but you would never tell by looking at his face. His eyes glued to his cousin Gregg, he opened his mouth and to his amazement stated, “What the fuck I wanna be one of y’all for…wanna be gang and shit! I don’t need two or three dudes to hang with. I am my own man, so you buggin”!” A smile crossed Gregg’s lips. The initial insult had been a test. He had tested other potential RB’s and they had failed miserably including pleading to join the group to silently walking away from Gregg and who ever else of the group happened to be near. “Dude, you alright…what’s say you wanna hang with us for a minute until my little brother get out of school. I have to pick him up and drop his baby-ass at home until my Mom’s get home from work.”, said Gregg. Derrick spoke up, “Man, shit, it’s Tuesday, right?” Raf nodded. Derrick continued, “Shit, I gots to get home before my Pops get home, we going to my Granny’s house for some old as boring shit or something!” Derrick approached Gregg and gave him the standard daps handshake and also repeated the action with Haven. When he approached Raf, he spoke in such a low inaudible tone that Raf almost thought he had imagined what came out of Derrick’s mouth. “You still a punk ass bitch”, Derrick hissed and completed the dap handshake with a smile on his face. “Peace, I’m out y’all”, Derrick sang as he walked towards his home in the neighborhood. Haven, Gregg and Raf stood there for a minute until Gregg said, “Y’all, here come my little brother…y’all wanna come over until my Mom’s gets home? She don’t like me having company and shit, but as long as you leave before she gets home, it’s all good!” Raf knew his father was expecting him home by 6 or so, but he couldn’t fuck up this opportunity to start making his path into the RB’s, so he swallowed hard and said “What the fuck…I’m in!” Haven stood for a minute and stared down the street for a minute at the young girls buying frozen flavored ice and said, “Dog, I can’t…I gotta get my black ass home and study…Mom’s is tripping because of my grade in Bio/Chem. She said if I bring home one more ‘unacceptable’ grade, I can forget about going down south for the summer and you know how hot the honeys are down south, so I am going to jet, dude, later!” As Haven gave his dap handshake to Gregg and then to Raf, Raf fine tuned his ears to hear if he heard anything like before with Derrick. Nope, not a sound and then Haven was gone slowly becoming a spot in the distance as Gregg, his little brother, Mario and Raf stood there on the fringe of the park. The group slowly made it’s way several blocks away to Gregg’s house. As the three entered the small, quiet and dark home, Gregg stated, “Now get yo’ little ass upstairs and clean up your room before Mom gets home. She yelled at me yesterday for yo’ little ass having a messy ass room, so today, don’t even start, just go upstairs and pick up your funky underroos and clean that crap up off the floor!” Mario started to protest, but seeing the look on his older brother’s face, he conceded and started slowly walking up the stairs to his bedroom, leaving the two older boys in the living room of the home. “You want anything to drink?”, asked Gregg. “Um…lemonade, if you got it, Hennessey, if you don’t’”, joked Raf. “Naw we got some lemonade…be right back.”, said Gregg as he left the living room for the kitchen. Raf looking around the dark living room of Gregg’s home complete with plastic covered couch, love seat and even a rocker. He had spent many a summer day here, playing with his cousin and spending time with family. He slowly ambled towards the couch in the back of the living room and sat down. Minutes later, Gregg emerged from the kitchen with two glasses of lemonade. Gregg grabbed the remote control and turned to the black video station, turned the volume up real loud and started bopping his head to the rhythmic hip hop song. Raf just sat on the couch and watched the video next to Gregg. Eventually Gregg started flipping channels until he settled on an ad for an adult chat line. “I know what channel this is…it’s the fuckin’ channel”, laughed Greg. “They always showing these ads for people to hook up, but they also show some serious fucking, dude…hardcore, man!!!” stated Gregg who seemed to an renewed sense of energy when he found the adult hardcore cable channel. The two boys sat in complete silence as they watched people having hardcore sex. Eventually, Gregg’s hands found their way to the front of his jeans. He casually sat down the remote control and just dropped them there. Raf refused to move his hands from his sides. His dick was hard and if he put his hands on his lap, it would make it obvious that he was turned on by what he was watching. In Raf’s mind, only retards got turned on by watching sex, real men got turned on by having sex. In the darkened living room, Raf faced the huge flat screen television focusing on the action in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Gregg’s hands in his lap and wondered if his eyes were playin’ tricks on him. Gregg’s hand seemed to be moving ever so slightly across the front of his jeans. Raf’s peripheral vision was excellent. He had honed the skill of being able to see out the corner of his eye ever since he grew up in the neighborhood. You never knew when someone might come around the corner to beat your ass. There it was again…the ever so slight movement of Gregg’s left hand across the front of his dark, sagging, Levi jeans. Raf held his head straight forward watching the fucking on the television screen but forced his eyes to the bottom right corner so that he could focus on what was going on with Gregg’s hand. As the moaning on the television screen got louder, it appeared that Gregg’s hand moved faster and faster across the front of his pants. “Dude, I’ll be back.,” said Gregg as he stood up and left the room. Raf took the opportunity to reposition himself on the couch so he moved slightly to the left to give more room to spread out.  Gregg came back from the other room and dropped down on the couch. Raf continued to focus on the television screen in front of him, but did notice out of the corner of his eyes that Gregg was not sitting quite at the same level that he was before leaving the room briefly. Gregg now slumped lower on the couch, his hands resting on the front of his jeans. Raf slipped backwards on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table in front of him. “Dude, take your shoes off if you are going to put your feet up on my table. Mom’s will flip if she finds dirt on her furniture!” bellowed Gregg. “O.k. cool it dude.” responded Raf as he bent over and loosened his sneakers. He put them on the floor next to the couch and put his feet back on the table. He casually put his hands back on the front of his pants and settled in to watch the movie. Onscreen, the cast of the movie had begun an all out orgy. A black man and white man took turns pounding a white chick’s sloppy and wet pussy. Their dicks see-sawed back and forth out of her cunt, briefly touching each other on the down strokes, eventually, both dicks were shoved into the chick’s cunt and Raf noticed that little twitch in Raf’s hand as it sat on his pants. “Man, you know what? This movie is off the hook, dude! They just pounding that bitch like a jackhammer and she is just taking it, hardcore, dude!” yelled Gregg. “It’s getting hot in here, man”, responded Raf. “The AC is on the fritz, so not sure what to tell you bruh, replied Gregg. “Fuck this…”, said Raf and he removed his white t-shirt. He had a white tank top on underneath and he settled back against the couch. “Dude, you got the right idea” and Gregg removed his t-shirt as well. He paused for a minute and a beat later removed even his tank top exposing his chocolate brown nipples and smooth chest. He scratched lazily at his chest and then his navel. He pushed his finger into his navel and exclaimed, “Look, dude…I’m fuckin’ my belly!” and laughed heartily. Raf snickered and continued to watch Gregg push his finger into his navel. Gregg continued his play act of fucking his gut as the movie on the screen continued. “This is how you stroke a pussy, dude, you know that?”, asked Gregg as he slowly made circles around his own navel. “Then you gotta stroke the lips like this!”, he continued as he now slid his finger up and down his navel. “Girls love that shit when you play with their pussy like that, right?” said Gregg. Raf responded, “And you know this dude!” Actually Raf didn’t really know this. He had very few experiences with the opposite sex, except for one time with a female cousin, who had convinced him to put his dick into her “pussy”, except he was so excited that he just shoved too hard and his dick ended up right in her asshole. His cousin yelped, but didn’t say more after that. He didn’t move after he entered her ass, he just lay there for a minute then pulled out. Raf was now fully watching his friend who continued to mimic fingering a girl on his own navel. He was fascinated for a reason unbeknownst to him. He was not a fag, or at least he didn’t think he was, but he could not tear his eyes away from his friend. “You know what?” said Gregg, snapping Raf out of his trance. “What dude…what now?” said Raf as calmly as he could, hoping that his dry throat didn’t betray how he was feeling at this minute about what he was witnessing both on the television and across from him on the couch. “You need to be initiated, dude!” said Gregg turning now to fully face Raf. Gregg stopped stroking his navel and sat with his hands on his lap. “What? Initiated? What the fuck is that?” asked Raf, now looking fully at Gregg. “Dude, you stupid…it’s when you gotta do something to get into something. They do it in clubs and college and stuff. They make you do crazy shit and then you can get in and all that!” replied Gregg. “O.k. when we see Haven and Derrick, then we can figure out what initiation I gotta do to hang with the crew, a’ight?” replied Raf and turned back towards the television. On the screen the white chick was now kneeling in front of the black and white dude who lay on their backs holding their legs in the air. Their assholes were exposed and in another language, likely German, they commanded the woman to lick their assholes. The camera zoomed on the woman’s face, which was wet with perspiration, precum and the saliva that the men had taken turns spitting on her as she sucked their dicks. The chick smiled a naughty smile and hovered over the white dude’s upturned and spread asshole. He was a well-known Italian adult porn star who due to the size of his cock was a hot commodity. Unbeknownst to him, he also had a huge male following not only due to the size of his cock, but also his firm, hairy and large ass along with his penchant for having women both finger and lick his manhole vigorously. “Naw dude. We ain’t got time for that!” said Gregg. “Whatchu’ mean, we ain't got time for that?” asked Raf. “Dude, initiation has to be done today!” said Gregg. “Man, why?” exclaimed Raf, who had become noticeably uncomfortable as he thought of what crazy shit the crew might make him do.  He had heard of dudes who joined gangs and had to shoot people and other fucked up stuff like that. He was fairly certain that manslaughter would not be a prerequisite for membership, but he wasn’t 100% sure that it wasn’t as well…and that is what bothered him the most. “Dude, you want in or not? I ain’t got all day!” stated Gregg. “I just said when we see Haven and Derrick, we can figure out…!”, said Raf. “Dude, fuck that…I am saying, do you want in or not?” asked Gregg. On the screen, the white chick had begun to lick the white dude’s big brown haired asshole and gently finger fucked the black dude who was covered in tattoos. The white dude moaned in Italian and the black dude in his broken English begged the white chick to “finger hole, bitch, finger hole!” “O.k. Damn! What I gotta do?”, exclaimed Raf. “You see that bitch on tv?”, asked Gregg. “Yeah. So?” asked Raf. Raf looked at the screen and watched as the white chick continued to alternate licking the white dude’s big hairy brown ass and the black dude’s tatted up smooth and firm butt. It appeared that the dudes had moved closer to each other on the bench. It was probably to make it easier for the white chick to go back and forth sticking her tongue in their asses and dragging it from the hole to the base of the dicks over and over. Both dudes stroked their dicks as she continued to her anal tongue assault on their hot holes. Somewhere, Raf heard a dog bark and turned to face Gregg again, who now had a very intense and dark look on his face. “You do just what that bitch is doin, a’ight and you in!” said Gregg. Raf could not believe his ears. He wanted to hang with the crew more than anything, but was it worth this? He didn’t want to do some gay shit with Gregg or anyone else for that matter. This was crazy! What if he left right now? Would Gregg make sure that Raf would never hang with the crew again or was this some kind of “gay” test, that by refusing he would pass or by complying he would forever resign himself to going through the rest of school being called a “fuckin’ fag” by everyone, including the teachers, once it was known what he had done? He swallowed hard, and then swallowed hard again. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them slowly. “So I gotta do this fag shit and I am in? Is that what you are sayin’ Gregg?” asked Raf confidently. “Bingo, baby boy, bingo!” replied Gregg. “Why it gotta be this fag shit? Why not something else, man? I don’t know about all this?” said Raf and turned back towards the television. On the screen the woman continued to assault both dudes with her tongue and the dudes moaning had increased considerably, which is almost never seen in straight porn, to the point, where they whimpered in a high pitched tone, now facing each other while lying on the bench side by side. “Look, dude. We all had to do some shit to get in, a’ight? The crew used to be bigger. It was Derrick’s older brother, Haven’s older brother, my cousin and a couple of other dudes in the group. They had to do some fucked up shit, I had to do some fucked up shit and now, you have to do some fucked up shit, that is…if you want to be in?” said Gregg. Raf continued to watch the lewd act on the television and was silent “I said, dude, you in or your out?” asked Gregg. “Damn, dude, ok. What I gotta do”, asked Raf. “What are you, stupid? I just told you.” said Gregg who leaned forward on the couch, slowly sliding towards the floor. His feet were still on the coffee table and in his new position; he had his legs in the air, his ass on the floor and his back against the front of the couch, on which Raf continued to sit. Gregg slowly reached down beneath his ass and lifted his butt up. He struggled to pull his jeans and remembered to unzip the front of them. With his jeans now unzipped, they slipped off of his firm thighs and halfway to his knees, he paused. “You sure about this?” asked Gregg. “Dude, just get this gay shit over with, ok?” replied Raf without turning from the television screen. “A’ight”, replied Gregg. Gregg pushed his jeans further down his thighs until they bunched past his knees. His chocolate brown ass reflected the light from the television as he slowly stopped pushing his pants and put his hands behind his head. “How the fuck am I supposed to do that, now? You have to get back on the couch.” said Raf. “Naw dude…you don’t get it, do you. You gotta lay down on the floor and do it from there.” said Gregg. Raf slowly slid from the couch and sat next to Gregg who continued to pose with his legs on the coffee table and his firm brown ass exposed. Raf could smell a combination of funk and sweat as he breathed in deeply from where he sat on the floor. “You can’t eat no ass from sittin’ there, fool. Hurry up before some body comes home!” exclaimed Gregg. “Chill, man, damn!”, replied Raf. Raf slowly turned from the television, where now the ending credits were rolling since the movie had now concluded. He lowered himself onto the floor so that he was lying parallel to where Gregg was propped up. From this angle, Raf could see Gregg’s dick and balls along with his ass, which was semi-spread due to the position of his legs on the table. Raf closed his eyes and hoped that this was all a fucked up dream. When he opened them, the vulgar sight of Gregg’s boy hole reminded him that this was reality and he was either going to do what he was being told to do or else, he was not going to be down with this crew. He slowly bent his upper body so that he was closer to Gregg’s hole. It didn’t look so bad. He took a sniff. No odor or at least nothing strong enough that he could smell. He leaned closer to his friend’s open asshole. He could detect a faint ring of hairs around the hole. He leaned closer until he could feel his face make contact with his friend’s ass cheeks, which were slightly fuzzy. Raf sat for a minute. He could just back out right now, but he had already touched another dude’s ass with his face, which would at least make him semi-gay, right? Fuck it, he thought to himself and jutted out his tongue making contact with Gregg’s ass cheeks. Gregg’s gasp confirmed that Raf was actually doing what he thought he was doing. “Now lick it, bitch, don’t just sit there!” whispered Gregg. Raf slowly licked the space between Gregg’s cheeks. He was grateful that he wasn’t actually touching the hole because that would be far worse. He continued to stroke his tongue back and forth between Gregg’s cheeks and prayed that time would zoom by. He slowly raised himself from the floor. “How long I gotta do this shit?” asked Raf. “I will tell you when to stop, dude!” answered Gregg. Raf slowly lowered himself back down to the position between Gregg’s asscheeks. It wasn’t so bad, he thought, at least he didn’t ask me to suck his dick, now that would be really gay. Raf continued to slide his tongue up and down the length of Gregg’s cheeks. Unexpectedly, Gregg scooted forward and Raf’s tongue suddenly was right up against Gregg’s asshole, now. He stopped sliding his tongue for a minute “Almost over, dude”, said Gregg, who had begun to jerk on his uncut black dick during this raunchy initiation session. Raf held his tongue against Gregg’s hole for a minute and ever so slightly pushed. Gregg’s hole felt spongy, soft and like sticking your tongue into the hole of a balloon. Raf pushed further and heard Gregg gasp again. “Yeah…c’mon…you done gone this far, dude!” sighed Gregg. Raf continued to push his tongue into Gregg’s hole until he felt that he was sufficiently inside of his hole. He thought that he had done enough and hopefully would be able to stop soon. He could feel Gregg’s hole wiggling around his tongue. He pulled his tongue out and, even in a move that surprised him, lightly kissed Gregg’s hole. He continued to kiss Gregg’s hole and rub his face all around Gregg’s ass crack smearing both his own saliva combined with Gregg’s ball and ass sweat all around his nose, mouth and eyes. Something had kicked in. He remembered playing with his female cousin so many years ago and he had forgotten that they had also done what he was doing right now in addition to trying to fuck her in the ass. He continued to rub his face all around and even began to lazily drag his tongue around Gregg’s ass leaving an increasing trail of saliva. He scooted forward and buried his face in his friend wide-open ass. He slurped, licked and nibbled on his friend’s hole. Gregg began to moan as he stroked his own dick while Raf ate his hole like it was his last meal. “Damn, cuz, this shit is on fire!” grunted Gregg as he stroked his black dick faster and faster. Raf didn’t know what had come over him. He could not get his face any further into Gregg’s butt but he acted as if he were installing a new door. He jutted and banged his tongue and face against Gregg’s hole over and over again. He continued to eat the boy’s ass and even began to suck on the base of his ball sack savoring the salty taste and hairiness that lay there. He wasn’t a fag, he didn’t think, but he was hooked on some ass and balls for the time being. “Cuz, I’m goin’ to nut!”, yelled Gregg, as he volleyed three huge squirts of cum on his own upper chest and neck. Raf slowed his licking down and eventually stopped. He lay on the floor for a minute next to Gregg’s ass. He took a deep breath and sat up. He faced Gregg who was now covered in his own cum and sweating feverishly. He didn’t know what to say at this point, so he just looked at Gregg, who stared back at him squarely. Gregg lowered his legs to the floor and Raf finally saw Gregg’s dick completely. It was uncut, thick and very hairy. He was grateful that he hadn’t been forced to suck his dick. He didn’t know how he could have fit that thing in his mouth, honestly. Raf wiped off his face and mouth with the back of his hand and continued to stare at Gregg, who had stopped looking at Raf and lay his had back on the edge of the couch. Their breathing had slowed and the cum now slowly trickled down Gregg’s dark chest. Gregg pulled his jeans back up and grabbed his tank top and wiped Raf’s face with it. He then wiped his own chest with the tank top smearing his cum. Raf wondered what was supposed to happen next. He looked at Gregg’s still damp face and the smile across Gregg’s lips told him the one thing that he needed to know --- he was now a Rude Boy. What he didn’t know and couldn’t see from his position was his younger cousin, Mario sitting at the top of the stares wide eyed in amazement at what he had just seen with his very own eyes. Mario looked sad. Gregg had told him that that was their secret game and now he was doing it with their cousin Raf.