Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 13:02:02 -0600
From: kc <kajuanchosen@gmail.com>
Subject: LOVE JONES 1 - 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 1-Brothers Bust a Nut

Dante had just come home from playing hoops with his friends outside
on the ball court. He was hoping that his father was out of this
house, so that he could have the whole place to himself and stretch
out, even more so, he hoped that his older brother Kevin was still at
his girlfriend's house, he needed the bedroom that they shared to
himself to do something very special.

Dante slowly walked into the front door of his home and called out
"Dad? Kevin...?" Hearing nothing he slowly made his way toward his
bedroom door. As he stepped through the door, he slowly pulled out the
rolled up paper tube from the back of his nylon gym shorts. The pages
of the tube were now damp with perspiration from his ass crack and he
wiped the pages off on his brother's bed as he crossed the room to his
bed and sat down hard on the top of his made bed. He slowly opened the
magazine and looked at the table of contents. The magazine's table of
contents included the name of all of the articles and layouts in the
magazine in order to help the reader determine what he wanted to look
at first. Dante tossed the magazine onto his bed and slid onto his
belly facing the wall of his bedroom. He kicked off his shoes and
pulled off his sweaty socks. He stopped and sniffed his socks, "Whew!"
and tossed the socks toward his brother's bed.  He enjoyed the freedom
of having the whole place to himself and didn't feel so conscious when
he reached down into the front of his sweaty shorts, scratched his
pubes and brought his hand to his face. He had always gotten off on
his funk and when he began jacking off at an earlier age, he loved to
smell his pits, ass and cock right before he came and right after. The
sharp pungent funk wafting from his big black dick turned him on more
than looking at naked folks, at least for right now, until today.

If you had been in the neighborhood corner store a few hours ago, you
would have seen Dante intently studying the rows and rows of magazines
on sports and games. His eyes darted back and forth and he even
knitted his brow. Any customer would have guessed that he needed to
find just the right magazine to take home to improve his game or learn
the newest tricks on his Wii. If someone had looked a little closer,
they would have discovered that Dante's eyes, although his head was
facing down, was glued to the bottom of his lids. He was looking at
the young woman working behind the counter, which was directly across
from the magazine aisle. The young woman chatted with a customer and
upon completing the transaction, yelled "Next!" to the next customer
who shoved their intended purchases forward and stepped between the
line of sight of the cashier and Dante. There were three more people
in line and then the store might be empty. If he were going to make a
move, it would have to be quickly. As luck would have it, the very
next customer dropped a gallon of milk onto the counter, which
exploded from the top of the container, splattering the young
cashier's top. The cashier yelped, jumped and turned to grab a stack
of store brand paper towels behind her. Dante took advantage of the
opportunity to make his move, grabbed one of the thicker magazines on
top and jammed it down the back of his nylon gym shots. He casually
strolled past the counter and once out the door, continued to walk
until he was around the corner from the store and he started to sprint
towards his apartment.

Lying on his bed, he thumbed through the magazines that held glossy
photographs of people in various poses with no clothing on. He had
stolen a porn rag from the neighborhood store and he had hoped he
would find what he was looking for. He completely lost track of time
and as the sun started to dip into the west, he now had a raging hard
on and had jammed his left hand down the front of his shorts as he
slowly thumbed through the mag back and forth trying to find the
perfect picture to jack off to. One picture had a woman spread out,
her tits standing straight up and her pussy splayed wide open,
exposing her pink lips and the darker brown circle of her asshole. On
that pic, he rubbed the tip of his cock, spreading the precum around
the big brown plum shaped head of his dick. He felt the gooey precum
slide up and down the big dark pink dick lips, which responded by
opening slightly. He continued to rub and eventually stroke his cock
and once the feeling intensified, he rolled over onto his back and
held the magazine up over his head with one hand.

"Hey little man, whatchu' got there?". His brother, Kevin's booming
voice startled Dante so much that he dropped the magazine onto his
stomach and jerked a little to hid his big black hard on, which he had
slipped down the right leg of his nylon shorts and stroked.

"Uh..nothing, dude..whatchu' doin' home?", he asked his older brother
who stood for a moment at the doorway to their bedroom and eventually
walked into the room sitting down on his own bed.

"Dude, I live here too...shit, I don't give a fuck if you want to jack
off to a magazine, at your age, when I had a small dick, I would do
the same...the girls didn't want me, so all I had was my hand!",
Kevin's voice boomed and he threw his head back and laughed heartily.

Dante hated when his brother would talk about sex or for that matter,
anything to him because it always seemed like the eventual target was
something that Dante said or did which was ridiculed.

Kevin sat back on his bed and put his feet up on his bed. He was also
wearing nylon shorts and a black tank-top. His feet sported black
kicks and a black baseball covered his dark brown shaved head.

"Man...like I said...it's cool...do whatchu' want, it's yo thang...do
whatchu' wanna do, I can't tell ya how to catch yo groove...!".

Kevin recognized the early 90's R&B song by a girl group that touted
freedom of sexual expression and now was being used by his brother to
encourage him to jack off. What was the world coming to?

Slowly Dante got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom to wash
his hand. His dick was still hard and he wanted to get off before his
dad came home in a few hours. His father was a construction worker who
although wild in his own youth demanded sons that were obedient and
strong, including having family dinner at 6pm, precisely 20 minutes
after he left his hard, tough construction job downtown and made his
way to his own piece of heaven, which he called his apartment home on
the nice side of town. He loved his sons and showed it quite openly
via hugs when they greeted one another or departed from each other. He
had a hard time verbalizing his feelings, but he definitely was
comfortable with physical touch and both boys realized this early on.

As Dante slowly wiped off his black hard dick with one of the baby
wipes that they kept in the bathroom, he thought back on the magazine
in his room. Shit! He had left it there for his brother to see and
certainly mocking and ridicule about either the content, quality or
even price would be fodder for his brother fucking with him once he
returned to the room. He stared at himself in the mirror. He was six
feet tall, about 170 and sported a shaved head just like his brother
and father both did. His father had begun losing his hair at an early
age and wore the shaved look a lot sooner than a lot of people did.
Dante and Kevin, being in awe of their father, pleaded and begged with
him to allow them to shave their heads. Family portraits of the men
revealed three equally handsome shaved Black men with varying degrees
of facial hair. Neighbors often teased the family that they were
pretty much just the same dude, just wearing different clothes when
they left the house.

Dante ran his right hand around the shaft of his black dick and
through his pubes. He continued slowly rubbing down the side of his
pubic area until his hand gently rested on his balls. He squeezed one
of them, feeling the dampness, from both his own sweat and the baby
wipe, which he used to "clean" himself after jacking off and at least
mask the musky sent of his dick and balls. He brought his hand back to
his face and inhaled smelling a combination of funk and baby powder.
He smiled to himself, checked his eyes and returned to his bedroom.
The door was now ajar and he thought it would be a funny idea to try
and bust through the door, startling his older brother and basically
scaring the shit out of him.

As Dante neared the door and readied himself to bust through, he
peeked into the sliver of the crack of the door. What he saw made him
swallow hard and bucked his eyes like mad. There lying on his bed with
his black nylon shorts pulled down to his knees was his big bad
brother Kevin. Kevin was stroking his huge black dick with his right
hand and rubbing all over his chest, tweaking his nipples with his
left. To the left of Kevin, the magazine was spread open to a two-page
layout of two girls 69'ing each other in what looked like a mechanics
shop. Dante made a note to look more closely at that part of the
magazine later, but at this minute, he was captivated by his older
brother's act of self-pleasuring.

Dante continued to stare into his bedroom watching his brother slowly
stroke what appeared to be almost ten inches of black cock sitting
atop two huge boulder-like balls and a forest of silky black hair.
Kevin slowly ran his palm up and down the shaft and continued to run
his other hand all over his chest. Kevin didn't know exactly what to
do. If he walked in, his brother would surely beat his ass and if he
left, he might make a creak or something, his brother would know that
he had seen him and surely beat his ass---so he just kept still and
continued to watch the nasty act before his very eyes, as his own big
black dick started to slowly inflate on it's own---what the fuck?!!?
He was not into dudes..no fuckin' way, but he could not deny that he
couldn't keep his eyes away from his brother's wanton display of
self-loving for more than a second and his dick had already betrayed
him, now raging inside of his shorts, the precum had begun to leak
again on the inside of his underwear, so he just kept still and hoped
that he could figure out what he should do next.

Kevin, at least to Dante's perspective, lay completely oblivious to
the fact that he was being watched by his younger brother. He
continued to stroke his black dick and eventually removed both the
black tank-top and nylon shorts from his body. He couldn't describe
what had happened when his brother had left the room. He had been
trying to get into his girlfriend, Mandy's panties again for over a
week. She protested saying that she was on her period and unless he
wanted a wet, red gushing fountain, he had better leave her alone for
about a week, week and a half, if he knew what was good for him, at
least that is what she said to him when he tried, for the millionth
time, to slip his hand under neath the leg openings of her tight jean
shorts. He didn't have to be warned again. He got the message loud and
clear. Kevin continued to think both about the last time he had fucked
his girlfriend and looking at the two naked chicks in the magazine.
His had slowly increased from a stroke to a blur as he felt he was
going to bust a nut (cum) quickly and wanted to hurry up before his
annoying little brother got back from wiping his ass or picking his
nose or whatever the fuck he did in the bathroom. He hated sharing a
room at times, the place always reeked of pits and ass, which was not
so bad, but his lazy brother just threw his clothes all over the
place, like the socks near the foot of his bed. As he felt the
familiar racking of an orgasm start at his ass and slowly work it's
way to the tip of his dick, he did his favorite trick when he was
alone jacking off. He stuck his left index finger into his mouth and
slowly licked around and around until he had a decent amount of saliva
coating his finger. He stretched and reached down towards his butt and
dragged the slimy, wet finger towards his hairy crack. As he began his
ascent to his orgasm he teased his hole with his wet and slimy finger,
never plunging the finger into his dark, musky hole, but just teasing
the outside. Shit, that finger fucking stuff was for homos and he
wasn't about that, he just liked the way that it felt when he played
near his butthole...didn't make him gay, just made him adventurous. As
he continued to do circular and linear strokes near his hairy, hot
hole, he increased his speed on his cock until all Dante saw was a
rapid change from Kevin's fist which he punched his dick head into and
out of over again. Kevin grunted and looked down as a dribble, then
another dribble emerged from the head of his dick and spilled over
into his second and third fingers, finally landing on what would be
his ring finger and sitting there like a white gooey pearl. Shit, he
didn't have any tissue in his room. He spotted his younger brother's
black gym sock and quickly grabbed it and dabbed off the head of his
dick, squeezing the remaining cum into the sock. He looked at the two
streaks of now melting nut on his right hand and slowly brought the
hand to his mouth. He had done this a few times and shit, his brother
was still shitting or something in the bathroom, so why waste it and
again, didn't make him gay, just made him adventurous. He slowly
snaked his tongue towards his ring finger on his right hand and
slurped up the remaining cum and plunged his fingers into his mouth of
eat the rest. He lay back on the bed and slowly lifted his hips to
drag his black, sweaty drawers and nylon shorts up before his dumb ass
brother came back into the room. The last thing that he wanted to do
was get caught jacking off by the little punk, who he thought might
tell their dad or worse, his friends from the ball courts. He tugged
down his black tank top and slowly when his breathing returned to
normal, he stood up and walked over to his Ipod deck and found some
hip hop to play as he started to open and close his set of drawers
looking for another t-shirt to put on as the one that he had on
presently was beyond funky already and was now sweaty.

Dante continued to stand at the bedroom door as he watched his older
brother search through the room for something. He had cum almost ten
seconds after his brother did. He had continued to watch him, for the
purpose of curiosity, although he stroked his dick head and even ran
his hand over his own chest while his older brother beat off lying in
his bed in the room that they shared. He had to move quickly at this
point, his brother might just come walking through the door and he had
absolutely no fucking explanation for why he was standing outside the
bedroom door, shorts around his feet, dick dripping cum and a huge
stain next to the doorjamb where he had cum, so he stuffed his still
dripping cock into his shorts and stealthily made his way back to the
bathroom, where he grabbed a baby wipe and power walked back to the
bedroom door. He dabbed at the slowly descending glob of semen that
adorned the wall next to the door. He stepped back and stared at the
spot. The wiping had basically lightened the spot where he had wiped,
but thank God noone would ever guess that he had done such an action
to cover up his own act of self-abuse.

Dante waited a few beats until his breathing had subsided to what he
felt was "normal" and put his hand on the door handle and pushed his
way into the room. His brother didn't even turn around, but the clear
odor of funk and sex was clearly present in the room.

"Dude, Dad is going to be home soon. Why don't you take a shower 'cuz
you kind of funky!", his older brother scolded as he continued to
search the clothes drawers for something like a mad man.

"What the fuck, you just basically fucked your fist in our room and I
am the funky one?", thought Dante, but he didn't say anything out loud
to his brother. He just walked to the clothes drawer and grabbed some
clean underwear, a t-shirt and some socks and headed to the bathroom.
He stopped on his way to the bathroom, grabbed his skin mag and tucked
it under his mattress and walked the hallway to the bathroom.

Once inside the bathroom, he sat down his clothing and turned on the
showerhead. He slowly lathered up with the soap and ran his hands up
and down his body washing away funk, dried cum and sweat from his
serious b-ballin' earlier in the day.  He started to smile to himself
slowly. He could hear his brother frantically searching the room now
and cussin' out loud to himself.  Dante knew what his brother was
looking for, but felt that he could keep its location to himself until
he knew why his brother had it in the first place.