Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 12:59:13 -0600 From: kc 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.