Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2005 00:49:03 EDT
From: JOSHUASPEEDlbf@aol.com
Subject: "Good Times" (Part 10)

 OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based on FICTIONAL
characters. "Good Times" is a Norman Lear-Bud Yorkin Production/Sony
Pictures Television.                Ever since James had found a copy of
an all-male adult magazine under the seat of that beat-up ' 66 Ford
Galaxie he was cleaning down at the car wash, it seemed all he did was
whack off while lusting over the hot-as-hell pics. The dog-eared magazine
was no less appreciated by 18-year-old Michael, who was getting some hot
ideas of his own as he stroked his hot teen dick as he flipped through
all the hot pics and eroticstories.
                                     Then came a Saturday where James and
Michael would be home alone for the day. Florida and Willona were
visiting some old school friends out in Evanston, Thelma and her current
boyfriend were away on a picnic and would not be home until late, and J.
J. was working delivering chicken, and, like his sister, would not be due
home forages.
                                       Both father and son had been
planning this day since the previous Tuesday, and now, were going to get
to know each other a little bit more better than they had before!  A
friend of J.J's who was into motorcycles had asked him if he'd do a
painting of him on his cycle. So J.J. (with James' permission) allowed
his friend to bring the big black Harley-Davidson up to thier apartment,
where it now sat in the middle of the Evans' living room. James in NO WAY
was he going to let THIS oppurtunity go to waste! How often are you lucky
enough to have a hot, sexy, super-bad bike right in your livingroom?
                       "DAMN, MICHAEL, YOU SURE LOOK DAMN HOT IN THEM
THREADS!" James praised, as his massive cock throbbed in his tight pants.
Michael was wearing a black leather jacket that he'd borrowed from a
friend of his, and he was wearing a very tight (and worn) pair of
button-fly jeans. HIs small hands were covered by a pair of black leather
gloves. His lusting eyes were shaded by a pair of cheap sunglasses which
gave the hot teen a menacing look that was not wasted on
James.                                      "JUST CUT THE DAMN JIVE,
DADDY, AND TAKE OFF EVERYTHING !!"  James simply replied "You're the
boss, Michael...your my Master....I'll obey you without question, Son."
Michael watched silently as big big, muscular black dad stripped off his
clothes, and, when all his clothes were tossed onto the sofa, Michael's
eyes nearly popped right through hisshades.
       James was wearing a jock, the lube-sticky pouch of which was
stretched nearly out of shape, almost grotesquely, so massive was James'
humongous black fuckstick. Michael felt his pounding cock gush another
steam of lube into his already-saturatedbriefs.
                                                "OK, DADDY, " Michael
snarled "BEND OVER THAT MOTHERFUCKIN ' BIKE AND GET READY TO HAVE YOUR
BIG BLACK ASS ROASTED!"  James obeyed without hesitation, and Michael
felt almost lightheaded, so hot-looking was James' massive, furry, broad
round glutes, framed by the legstraps of his jock. James was caught off
guard when Michael slapped a pair of handcuffs on him, but his elongated
black cobra pounded even harder, imprisoned between his massive torso and
the leather bike seat. Michael then reached into the closet, from which
he withdrew a brown paper bag, from which he withdrew a leather paddle
that was dotted with metalstuds!!
                                       "OOOHhhhhhh, fuck!!!" James
muttered, knowing that his hot son....his MASTER.....was going to really
fry his black ass with that menacing paddle. Michael did not waste time
in warming up. He pulled back his leather-clad arm and brought the thick
paddle down hard on James' big, round, vunerable
backside.                   POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! Like the
tough Korean vet he was, James gritted his teeth and took his
well-deserved punishment like a man. Again and again, Michael's paddle
tore into the well-rounded mounds of manly assflesh that quivered and
bounced with each stinging, smarting
blow.                                                        Michael used
BOTH sides of the paddle, and James grunted and growled deep in his
bull-like throat as the metal cleats bit into his furry, flaming
asscheeks. Hot tears were coursing down James' cheeks as his youngest son
continued to assault his big black butt with that mean-lookingpaddle.
POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! POW! By this time, James' massive butt
was not only a deep, fiery, crimson but, thanks to the metal cleats, were
pock-marked with hot welts as well. James ground his aching erection
against the lube-stained bike seat, and James was trying his damndest NOT
to shoot....not yet!!                            Then, without a word,
Michael tossed aside the big paddle and went around and stood in front of
his hunky, handsome daddy, still bent over the motorcycle seat. Michael
gave James a sly smile and then unbuttoned his jeans and then shucked
both them and his briefs down to his
ankles.
His pounding teen cock, sticky with both sweat and lube, was rock-hard
and ready for some hot oralaction!
                   "DADDY....GET THIS FUCKIN ' COCK GOOD AND SLICK,
'CAUSE I'M GONNA SHOVE IT BETWEEN THOSE BIG BUNS AND RIDE YOU HARD, MY
MAN!" James opened up his mouth wide, and Michael wasted no time in
shoving the entire length of his meaty ghetto shaft into his daddy's hot,
cock-starved mouth. Michael started thrusting in and out of James' hot
mouth, loving the incredible feeling of his father's hot mouth wrapped
around his pounding teen
tool.
His low-hanging balls smacked James' powerful chin with each foward
thrust, and James moaned loudly, loving the taste of his son's throbbing
shaft. Again, without saying a word, Michael pulled his spit-slick dong
out of James' mouth, and went around to where he was earlier, facing his
daddy's big, bruised ass, which looked so damn hot with those white
jock-bands framing it! His leather-gloved fingers dug into James' sore,
sizzling buttcheeks, and pulled them apart as far as he could, exposing
his daddy's tight, hot pucker, nearly obscured by a jungle of thick kinkyhairs.
                                      "OOHHYYEAHHH!!!! HOT FUCKIN'
DAMN!!" James growled, as he felt the slick head of Michael's throbbing
erection start to stretch his tight hole. "MMMMnnnnnnnhhhhhh!!" Michael
moaned, loving the ultra-tight feel of his daddy's tight chute wrapping
around his pounding pud. When all of Michael's pounding teen-age prick
was buried between his massive, brutalized buns, he grabbed onto James'
thick waist and started fucking him hard.....still bent over the
motorcycle.               Michael knew full well that fucking his old
man's big ass was going to be hot....even hotter than when his dad had
fucked HIS ass, but NOTHING prepared him for reality....the mind-blowing
sensations of a million little muscles massaging his ass-pounding cock,
the tightness and urgency of how James' powerful sphincter seemed to yank
his steel-hard Southside shaft deeper and
deeper.                                             James, by now, could
no longer hold back his long-denied load. Bieng bent over a motorcycle in
his own living room while his youngest son dominated his proud, sexy,
manly behind, was simply too much for him. Humping the cycle seat like a
madman, James grunted and groaned as his massive, jock-clad balls
exploded with a mind-boggling, massive, nut-bustin'
orgasm.
"AAUUGHHHHHH...UGHHH....FUCK!! FUCK!! HELL, YEAHHHH!! LORD HAVE MERCY!!
UGHHH!!" James growled, as his tremendous load blasted the distended
pouch of his worn jock, soaking through the sweaty material, puddling all
over the leather cycle seat. As James' nuts exploded, his cock-stretched
sphincter yanked and grabbed at his son's butt-slammin' cock, bringing
him off as well.                                          "YEAHHHH,
DADDY....BREEDIN' THIS BIG ASS, DADDY...YEAHHHH, DADDY......YOUR ASS IS
MY MAN-PUSSY NOW.......OOHHFUCK.......YEAHHH...OHSHITTT...HERE IT COMES,
DADY.....UGHH!! AUGHGHH!! FUCKKKKKK!!" Slapping James' sore, smoldering
buns with each forward thrust, Michael's smooth nuts let loose, and his
aching ebony joystick exploded in his old man's beefy backside, wad after
wad of thick ghetto jizz scalding his torturedrump.
                       Michael collapsed on James' broad, powerful,
sweaty back, and James moaned again as Michael nibbled his ear and licked
his neck, making James break out into a big, flashing grin. "Damn, son,
I'm proud of you!" James praised. "You sure now how to keep your old man
in line.....I love you, son!"  As Michael felt his spent cock slowly
soften in his dad's hot, cum-oozing hole, he replied, "Yeah, Daddy....I
love you, too......and I REALLY loved that ASS!!"   James merely smiled
again and muttered "Dy-No-Mite!!"   THE END! Hope you guys enjoyed!
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