Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2014 20:59:07 -0600 From: kj c Subject: Love Jones # 15 Love Jones # 15 * * *DISCLAIMER:* * * *This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between males some of whom may be related to each other. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful, you have been warned.* * * *This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission.* * * *Email comments to kjcniftystories@gmail.com* Raf sat on the bed in his room with his legs flat on the floor and his hands behind his head watching the game. Even though the day was sunny, the blinds in his room were pulled halfway down. He was glad to have the room to himself and not deal with his bigger brother Zach, who often would goad his younger brother into wrestling and due to Zach's sheer size, ultimately defeat Raf almost every time. Raf's hand rested on his flat hairy teen stomach and he reached down absentmindedly played with his left nipple while watching the wrestling match on tv. Raf's father was downstairs putting away groceries and talking to his wife about an upcoming church function. His mind wandered and every now and then he would respond with a grunt or "uh-huh" just to give the impression that he was listening. Eventually they were able to put everything away and he remembered that he needed to ask his younger son, Raf Jr. about his upcoming game. He prided himself on his boys and definitely never expected to find himself the father of two athletically gifted boys who excelled in both football and wrestling. Eventually he thought back to his time on the team growing up he always seemed to enjoy two things – playing ball and jacking off. He remembered the first time he decided to jack off in the lockeroom. As his wife continued to prattle on about details that he cared nothing about his mind wandered back to that day. Raf Sr. sat on the bench in the lockeroom. He was breathing deeply and sweating profusely. The sweat ran down his shaved bald head and into his eyes. He wiped a few times, but it was useless, everytime he wiped even more ran. He reached over and grabbed a white towel that was lying on the floor of the locker room. He ran the off white towel over the back of his head and around his ears. Eventually, he dragged the now wet towel over his forehead and eyes. His eyes lit up when he got close to his nose. He could smell the tell-tell scent of man-ass, funk and sweat. He stopped for a minute wondering if he should continue using the towel or grab a clean one sitting on a shelf not that far away. He looked around the lockerroom and laughed to himself. He was alone and he knew it. He had been working out extra after practice lifting and some flexibility drills in the completely empty weight room. His massive arms lifted the weights over and over again until he felt it in every part of his body. He was starting to get sore already from pumping the massive amounts of iron until failure over his chest, his head and behind his back. He looked down at his calloused hands. He loved to workout – no what he really liked was after the workout. His mind was completely clear, his body ached and most of all he felt the surge of power and energy all over his massive black muscled body. He was only 19 but had been lucky enough to start out as a linebacker for his college team. He walked onto the team with little fanfare and there were many members of the lineback squad. He knew that in order to play linebacker, you have to be versatile in your athletic ability. You need to have good size and speed since the average linebacker is over 220 pounds and over 6 feet tall. Raf Sr. was strong, physical, and mentally tough, not afraid to make a collision anytime the opportunity presented itself. All Raf Sr. wanted was to play ball and have fun with his friends. He always acted like it wasn't a big deal when his friend would remind him that the linebackers almost always lead the team in number of tackles and for his team, he was pretty much at the number one on that list for the team. He looked around the room and as his eyes gazed around the now empty locker room. He could see used and dirty clothing, ball gear, jocks and everything else was strewn about. The smell of the lockeroom was intoxicating to Raf. He was always more on his game when he spent time in the "pen" as he and his friends called it before a game. He wondered if testosterone was something that could be airborne – why else was he always turned on and more aggressive when he would enter the lockeroom and especially after a good hard weight session? He looked down at his body. He was a big guy at over 200 lbs of fat and muscle. He was not insane. He knew that his body was the key to being an amazing linebacker. He worked hard but never seemed to lose the extra 10 pounds of fat around his midsection. He was built like an ox (and smelled like one too , his best friend on the team, Jarrell, reminded him since they roomed together in the dorms). He ran his hands down the the front of his torso and stopped right below his belly button. He could feel his dick hardening in his tight jocks and football pants. He continued to run his hands down to his crotch, paused and squeezed his basket for a quick second. He could feel his big fat black cock through his jock and his pants. He kept squeezing for a minute and thought back more until the sound of his wife's voice broke the spell. "Raf – please go ask your son if he is hungry now or can he wait to eat until dinner?" Raf Sr. snapped back into the present and he stared at his wife while his thoughts left that fateful day behind and he went into action so as to not tip her off that he had stopped paying almost an hour ago when they arrived home from the store and she started up with her usual one-woman show. He slowly ascended the steps and stood at the door way to his son's room. Instead of knocking he slowly turned the knob and cracked the door quietly. He didn't know exactly why he did it that way this time, but he did. His namesake sat on the edge of his bed with his legs facing the opposite direction of where Raf Sr. stood in the doorway. He stared at his son's young face and caught his attention several times even just looking at the developing pecs and flat washboard abs that seemed to be on almost every young teenagers body these days. His face felt warm and his mouth was dry. He decided that he didn't feel that he could ask his son anything at this point – so he slowly closed the door and walked slowly down the stairs trying to come up with an answer for his wife. Raf continued to lay on the bed and once again, his hands travelled from his own neck to his collarbone and down to his right nipple. He could feel his finger tease his right nipple which was extremely hard and covered with his chest hair. His hand paused a moment then continued to travel down to his abs and eventually landed in the waistband of his black nylon gym shorts. He reached down and between his legs he pulled on the right leg until it was raised higher exposing his hairy teen balls and throbbing uncut black teen dick. He pushed the pants down until he was laying on the bedspread completely naked with nothing between him and his sheets. He grabbed his dick and started to slowly stroke his dick up and down. He scooted back on the bed and continued to stroke slowly. He had come home from practice hours ago and got caught up in the game, but he also had been feeling horny since this morning and since he shared a bed with his older brother found it hard to get privacy when he needed it. He figured his parents would not be home for a while so taking advantage of having the house to himself seemed like the best idea – besides he could always hear if their car pulled up in the driveway, or so he thought. Downstairs, Raf Sr. told his wife that their son was in the bathroom and he would go back shortly to ask about dinner in a little bit. His mind wandered again, but this time, he was thinking about his son, Raf and not himself. He had really never looked at his son closely and realized that he was beginning to look like a man complete with hair and muscle. He also had begun to notice his son's changing voices and something even more dark that he would never admit to anyone – they now began to smell like men. Raf Sr., a few weeks ago had been given the task of laundry and caught himself staring at a pair of his son's tighty whities, actually he had about three pairs altogether in the laundry and Raf Sr. wondered if the boy just wore the same pair a few days in a row. He laid the underwear completely opened on top of the washer and just stared at it. He felt his breathing deeper and that familiar warm tingling in his big daddy dick when he was getting turned on. This didn't make any sense to him though – why was he getting so turned on. He scanned the white underwear and noticed that they did look like they had been worn more than one day as evidenced by the dinginess in the crotch where his son's balls likely sweated through the fabric and a few stray pubes had been caught. He leaned over and stared at this crotch even more and that is when he caught the scent of his son deep in his own nostrils. He took a whiff – then another and eventually hovered over the deeply used underwear until he plunged his nose against it and also stuck out his tongue and licked it – he could taste the tangy sweat and more than likely piss in his son's underwear. Suddenly the door opened and he could hear his son calling out his name – he quickly shoved the dirty laundry into the washer and walked out to greet his son who had just come home from school. His wife's voice once again interrupted his fantasizing and once again, she asked him to go check on his son and ask about dinner. He trudged upstairs and found his son's door open and his room empty. He could hear the hallway bathroom shower running and his son doing his best impression of a singing frog. He stepped back into his sons room and looked at the area where a short while ago – his son had lain watching the game. Raf Sr. paused a moment and could imagine his son laying there in his shorts and his daddy dick started to get hard just thinking about it. He had an idea and God forbid if he got caught. He leaned over the bed and took a whiff – yep, there it was – the unmistakable Jones male scent – it was an amazing mixture of funk and sweat, that even Raf Sr. enjoyed smelling on himself after a run. He leaned over the bed and eventually got onto his knees facing the bed. He had to be quick otherwise someone would catch him. He quickly pulled down his trousers and pulled out his already hard veiny black dick. He knew how to jackoff quickly and he was not sure when he would have the chance to have such a funky buffet to feast on – so he landed face first into his son's bed spread and deeply inhaled all the boyfunk his nose could find. He stroked quickly and hard – that always made him cum fast – he huffed like a suffocating man and stroked hard on his dick. He bounced on his son's bed imagining sucking the funk directly from the source and continued to stroke his dick – with his other hand he stroked and pulled at his hairy balls – and even went back to his own hairy ass cheeks and dabbed a finger in his mature asscrack – swiping some sweat, hair and funk which he promptly brought to his nose – which sent him over the edge and his big black dick began to shoot gobs of cum on the edge of the bedspread that was hanging on the floor. He hurriedly stood up and ran from the room a split second before his son opened the bathroom door and came back to his room. Raf Jr. exited the bath room and went back into his room. He turned back on the television and began to look for a pair of socks to wear. He was a pig and he knew it. He would wear the same pair of socks and even drawers a few days in a row – he didn't see why he needed to change his stuff all the time – who cares – it's just going to get dirty again anyway, right? He continued to rummage under the bed and eventually found a pair of rolled up used socks – as he pulled them up, his hand brushed against something wet on the edge of his bedspread. Damn, he thought, I must have shot all over the fucking place and laughed to himself. Raf Jr. pulled the bedspread up and stared at the huge globs of white hot cum sprayed all over. Man, he thought, I am the fucking man, if I can shoot this far and this much! He leaned in and took a whiff of the now cooling gobs of mancum on the sheet. He liked the smell of his cum and he liked the taste even more – he quickly leaned over and stuck his tongue out and licked all of the cum off the sheet and even put the sheet into his mouth and sucked until he couldn't taste the sweet and bitter taste of his juice anymore. He thought it tasted odd – but he chalked that up to his supplements. Raf Jr. could hear his mother calling his name for dinner and he stood up, finished dressing and even though he had just consumed quite a bit of hot cum he knew that he was a growing boy and a growing boy has got to eat- so he ran down to have his second dinner of the night.