Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 00:39:10 EDT
From: JOSHUASPEEDlbf@aol.com
Subject: "Good Times" (Part Four)   (Celebrity)

OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based upon FICTIONAL
characters. "Good Times" is a Norman Lear/Bud Yorkin Production/Sony
Pictures Television. I have to say that I am truly surprised at how
popular this gay erotic version of "Good Times" turned out to be, judging
from all the appreciative e-mails I've been recieving. So "Good Times"
fans, here, as promised, is Part Four (!!) Hope you will find this
chapter"DY-NO-MITE!!"
                         James had come home from work earlier, pissed
off as all hell at hearing that his youngest son Michael ,"the militant
midget" had been suspended from school because he had called George
Washington a "white racist". Originally, James had planned to haul his
militant son across his knees for a good butt-blistering belting, but, at
the last minute, decided against it. Wanting to let James fully cool
down, Florida took Michael along with Thelma down to the South Center to
look at new curtains. This left James home alone with J.J. . And James
was still pissed at Michael...and VERYhorny!!!!
                                             "Junior", James began,
putting his big arm around his eldest son's skinny shoulders, " You know
I read somewhere that if a child misbehaves it sometimes means the PARENT
failed to do right by the kid, and should be punished himself." J.J.
LIKED the sound of that, and he felt his huge ghetto cock start to throb
in his pants as he listened to his handsome, rugged
daddy.
"Junior, I'm gonna take off my belt and drop my pants and then get across
your knees. I want you to BEAT my black ass like I was the kid who needs
to get his butt whipped!" J.J grinned broadly, his big white teeth
flashing as he put his skinny arm around his dad's broad, solid
shoulder.
"Don't worry, Dad, " J.J. grinned, " I'm gonna give you the SAME spankin'
you always gave me...the 'BIG MAC'.......the one that'll really warm your
buns!!"  By now, James' throbbing ten-incher was a solid slab of
inner-city fuckrod, and he started unbuckling his thick black belt, which
he then gave to his still-grinning son. J.J. licked his lips in
anticipation as James dropped his pants to his ankles, doing the same
with his tight-fitting blue
boxers.
His massive black dick, pounding like hell and drooling lube, jutted out
of his thick pubic jungle, making J.J's mouth water even more. Then, J.J.
sat on one of the kitchen chairs, which he had pulled away from the
table, and sat down on it, then ordered James to " get that big black
butt in place to be spanked all right by kidDY-NO-MITE!"
                                            James obeyed, and his
thickset, 250 lb torso nearly crushed J.J's skinny legs. J.J's own
imprisoned cock pounded painfully as he brushed James' shirttail out of
the way, clearing the battlefield for
action.
As always, the sight of his dad's powerful, broad, round, furry butt made
him nearly woozy with lust. Damn, J.J. thought, Dad's gotta have the
finest butt in the whole ghetto!!"  James could feel the lube flowing
freely from his huge black shaft, staining his son's worn trousers.
Raising the doubled-up belt high, J.J. snarled, "Sorry, Dad, but this NOT
going to hurt ME more than it doesYOU!"
                                             With that, J.J. brought the
thick leather belt down hard against those twin mounds of hairy black
man-flesh, and James growled "DAMN, JUNIOR!!" as his big belt lashed
into  the well-rounded contours of his meaty, broad backside. CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK!                                                             James
moaned, grunted, and hissed through his clenched teeth as his skinny
18-year-old son whupped his big, hefty ass with his own belt. CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Again and again, J.J. brought the belt down
against his father's meaty rump, loving the way those big ghetto glutes
quivered and flinched with each hard, stingingblow.
                       Soon, those beefy globes were glowing a dull red,
and some nice hot welts had popped up as well, really turning J.J on
big-time. More and more sticky lube flowed from the angry head of James'
ebony fuckstick, staining J.J's pants, as he felt his big ass sting and
burn with each blow of the belt, making his big dong pound all the harder
against his son's lap. Suddenly, J.J. stopped his all-out assault on his
dad's beefy asscheeks, andsaid,
              "You know, Dad, you told me you REALLY need to be punished.
So why don't you get up off my lap and bend over the back of the
sofa.......I gotta little surprise that'll really make your butt  like a
paintin' I'd call  ' Flaming Sun Over The Ghetto'! " James obeyed, his
massive cock, its head smeared with lube, got up off of J.J.'s lap and
bent over the back of the couch. J.J. went to the closet, from which he
retrieved a wooden paddle he'd made as a joke in shop class, for James to
show Michael whenever he got out of line. Emblazoned across its surface
was the legend "BLACK POWER"!  "Lord Have Mercy!" James muttered, as J.J.
teasingly rubbed the paddle against his dad's glowing, throbbingbackside.
     "Ok, Dad, " J.J. chuckled, "be prepared to have that super-bad butt
paddled clear out of sight by Kid DY-NO-MITE!!"  James' big hands held
fast to the sofa pack, and he braced his muscular legs as he waited for
the first blow of the wooden paddle to fall. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!WHAP!
                    "MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRRR.....HOT DAMN!! SWEET JESUS!!"
James yelped, as J.J. assaulted his dad's massive assglobes with the
"Black Power" paddle. J.J. swung the paddle so hard that his dad's big
glutes nearly flattened with each blow, only to spring back into shape
when the paddle was pulled back. Again and again, J.J. brought the paddle
down hard against his tough, hulking dad's broad, proud rump, loving the
way those blistered black buns quivered and bounced with each stinging,
smarting blow of thepaddle.
              By this time, all sorts of erotic discipline thoughts were
coursing through James' horny mind, making his cock grind harder against
the sofa back. James erotic thoughts darted back and forth.....first he
imagined he was getting paddled by his old sergeant in Korea, then he
pictured bieng over the knees of a snarling redneck State Trooper in full
uniform. His mind raced from one spanking fantasy to the other, getting
paddled by Billy Dee Williams, Smokey Robinson, Jesse Jackson........HOTDAMN!!
                                          Soon, James was crying freely,
tears of submission, pain, and nut-bustin' ecstacy streaming down his
rugged face as his son literally blazed a trail of glory across his
quivering, flaming rump. James felt his massive nuts
churn.........close...close....gettin' so motherfuckin'
close.....almost...almost there....... "PADDLE THE FUCKIN' SPUNK OUT OF
ME, JUNIOR!!" James roared, as his tight, hairy babymakers blew apart,
and James' huge black staff spewing jet after jet of thick ghetto spunk
all over the sofa back as well as his shirtfront. J.J. literally paddled
the cum out of his beefy old man, and he felt his still-imprisoned cock
let loose with even more lube as he watched his dad gyrate his blg,
blistered sexy ass as he continued to shoot his huge
cumload.
J.J could hold back no longer. He tossed aside the paddle, and quickly
dropped his own pants, and, as he did so, his pounding foot-long ghetto
glute gorer swung out of his boxers, slick with sweat and lube, aiming
right for James well-blistered behind. As the head of that massive black
sword started stretching his sensitive chute, Jamessnarled,
                                              "YEAH! JUNIOR! THAT'S
RIGHT, MY MAN! BREED YOUR DADDY'S HOT ASS!!"  "OOHHHHHYESSSSSSSSSSS!!"
J.J. groaned, as he felt his dad's tight, sweaty chute envelope more and
more of his massive Southside shaft.  When J.J.'s bloated black balls
were up against James' flaming asscheeks, J.J. started plowing in and out
of his tight, hot chute, loving the feel of his dad's hot butt massaging
and working his huge cock. James groaned loud as J.J's skinny fingers
slid up inside his sweaty T-shirt and started pinching and squeezing his
big, stiff, eraser-sized nipples.                           "FUCK, YEAH,
JUNIOR, WORK THEM TITS, MAN!!" James growled, loving the feel of J.J.'s
hot breath on his bull neck as his big ass felt his son's hot teen cock
spear his tortured butt again and again. His humming prostate was really
bieng brutalized with each powerful, lusting thrustforward.
By now, James was again sporting a full-blown hardon, and J.J. reached
around with one hand to start yanking his dad's throbbing black
love-pole. That did it for James! "AAUGHHH!!!!!! UGHHH!!!! FUCK!! FUCK!!
UGHGHHHHHHH!!" James snarled, as J.J.'s pumping fist made him blow a
second load, and his big cock throbbed as it spewed out more hot spunk
all over the sofa and his son's pumping fist. As he busted his nut, James
hairy asshole started convulsing around J.J.'s twelve-inch butt-buster,
and he humped even harder and worked over James' stiff nipples as though
it were going out ofstyle.
                                         "DY-NO-MITE!!!" J.J. exclaimed,
as his massive erection started pumping geysers of thick, sticky spunk
deep between his daddy's beefy, glowing buns. As he felt his son's hot
load flood his flaming rump, he thought, " ....your butt feels all right
when you get spanked and fucked by Kid Dy-No-Mite!!" THE END! Hope you
guys enjoyed! Part 5 coming soon!