Disclaimer: This story is made up of the characters from the seventy's show, "Good Times." I do not know the sexuality of the characters on the show. Relax, people! It's just a story. Enjoy!
James Evans had decided that, since most of his family were going to see his wife's relatives in the deep south for the summer, He would stay back with his son, Michael, who was going to a day camp for smart kids. Michael seemed to be enjoying himself at camp, even though the building they were in was hot and the building didn't have much air conditioning.
So, when Michael got home, he was drenched in sweat. His dad James wasn't doing any better. It was so hot in the apartment, he had decided to strip down to his underwear. When Michael came home, he was surprised to see his dad nearly naked. "Man, it's a hot one today, pops!" Michael said. Why don't you come up out of those hot clothes and relax with your old, man?" James said. Michael began to take off his shirt. James noticed he was having some difficulty. "You need some help, son?" "My shirt is stuck!" Michael exclaimed. "I can't get out!"
James rushed over to help Michael. When he was standing in front of his son, James said, "Let's work our way up." He bent down on his knees. "Give me your feet." "Pops, it's my shirt that's stuck, not my shoes." Michael said, frustrated. "You want my help or not?" James asked. Michael slid his foot over to his dad. James removed Michael's shoe and sock. "Now, the other one." Michael obediently did as he was told. Then James reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his son's jeans and let them fall to the ground. Michael stepped out of his pants. Then James looked at Michael's boxer briefs. "Michael, how badly do you want to keep your drawers?"
"Say what?" Michael asked, surprised by the question. "I think I'm gonna have to cut these off you, my man. Michael paused for an exceptionally long moment. "Okay. Go ahead." James quickly got a pair of scissors and cut off Michael's boxer briefs. When he saw Michael's big dick flop out, James couldn't help reaching up and stroking his son's nine inch dick. "Um, dad, my shirt." Michael said, reminding his dad why he needed help in the first place. "Oh, yea, right. Your shirt." James said with a grin. "Here I come."
He stood up and struggled to take off his son's shirt. "Man, your shirt is really stuck to you." He said as he yanked and pulled on Michael's shirt. Finally, after twenty minutes, Michael's shirt came off. James looked at his naked son. "Um... I'd better go put some dry clothes on." Michael said, slightly embarrassed. He saw his dad looking at his big dick. That really made himself conscious and he covered his dick and balls.
"Michael, move them hands." James said. Michael did not move. "I said, move them hands." James slapped Michael's hands from his dick and balls. Then James grabbed Michael's dick and stroked it slowly. "You got a real nice piece there, son. Almost as big as your old man's." "Mmm." Michael moaned. "Really? Can I see it, dad?" "Sure, son." James said. Then he unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the ground. Then he slid his boxers off, as well. Michael's eyes bugged out of his head. James' dick was huge!
"How big is your dick, dad?" Michael asked, astonished. "About ten inches." James said proudly. "Would you like to see it?" Michael just smiled broadly. "Let me suck on your dick first. It looks real good." James grabbed Michael's hand and led him back to the couch. Michael sat down and spread his legs wide apart. Then James got between Michael's legs, stroked his dick. "Looks so good!" Then he gulped down all of Michael's dick. Michael's eyes popped open in surprise. His toes curled as his dad slurped and sucked on his dick. "Oooh, dad!" Michael moaned. "Your hot mouth feels great!" James stopped just long enough to ask, "You like that, son?" "Yes, daddy!" Michael said lustfully. James sucked his son's dick as if he were sucking the marrow out of a chicken bone! "MMMMMM!" Michael's toes curled as James attempted to suck him dry!
At this point, Michael's dick was rock hard. "I think it's time I returned the favor, dad." He said. "I wanna suck your dick now." James just grinned from ear to ear as he stood up. He saw his son's hard dick and smiled. "Maybe I can get Michael to stick his dick up in me." James thought. "Have a seat, dad." Michael said. As they switched places, Michael couldn't help smacking his dad's thick booty before he sat down. "Hey, now!" James said, startled. "Watch them hands!" Michael just chuckled as he knelt down in front of James.
James sat down and slid his boxers off. Then he spread his legs. Michael quickly got between his dad's legs and took in his dad's dick. "Holy-!" James moaned. "Son, your mouth is so soft and wet!" Michael began to suck his dad with such love and care, James was shocked. "I think Bookman (the maintenance man for the apartments) needs a lesson on sucking dick. I know just who could teach him! James grabbed his son by his hair and held him steady. "Yea, son! Suck your daddy's dick!"
"Oh, God, Michael!" James said lustfully. "This feels so good!" He began to fuck Michael's throat hard and fast. "JESUS!" As James fucked Michael's throat, Michael stroked his dick, making it nice and hard. "Mmm." Michael moaned. James pulled his dick out of Michael's ass. "Spank my ass, Michael. Like I'd spank you if you were misbehaving." All Michael could do was grin from ear to ear.
"How do you want to be spanked?" Michael asked. "First, go get my leather belt." James said. Michael knew the special belt his dad was referring to. He ran into his parents' bedroom and retrieved the leather belt from his parents closet. When Michael had returned, James had leaned over the couch with his ass in the air. Michael got into position. Then he rubbed his dad's hairy ass. "Now, son, be gentle." James said with a smile. WHACK! "That's NOT gonna happen, pops!" Michael said. "What was it you told me once? This is gonna hurt me more than hurts you?" WHACK! "Yea, right!" WHACK! WHACK!
Michael was laying down the law with that belt and James felt every stroke! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "MMMMM! AWWW, FUCK!" James cursed as Michael whooped his ass good. "WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "OWWWWW! OOOOH! MMMMM!" "Wiggle that ass, dad!" Michael ordered. "Wiggle that fine ass for me!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! "YES, SON!" James screamed as wiggled his ass to music only he could hear. Sweat dripped from Michael's brow as he continued to whoop his dad's big ass. WHACK! WHACK!
James ass felt like it was on fire. He was feeling such exquisite pain all over his hind parts. "You're... tearing.... My backside.... Apart!" He said breathlessly. "Who's in charge of this ass?" Michael asked as he rubbed his dad's warmed booty. James gasped at Michael's touch. Then he turned his head, looking at Michael, chuckled, and said, "You are, my son... always." Then Michael spread James' ass cheeks and stuck his tongue deep up his ass. "JESUS!" James moaned aloud. "FUCK!"
Michael slid his tongue in and out of his dad's hole like he was a snake. "My ass!" James moaned. Michael dropped the belt and slapped his dad's ass with his bare hands. SMACK! As Michael slapped his ass, he grided his ass on the couch, screwing an imaginary hole. Then Michael slid two fingers up his dad's hole. Instantly, James' asshole tightened firmly around Michael's fingers. "You want this dick, don't you, pop?" Michael said as he whispered into James' ear. "Uh hunh." James whimpered. "I need it, Michael. I really need it, son." You want this dick bad then back that ass on my fingers." Michael said. "Let me know how much you need it."
James backed his ass up on Michael's fingers as if he were riding Michael's dick. "Ooh, yea, pop!" Michael said seductively. "Ride `em cowboy!" As he fingered his dad's hole, Michael stroked his dick, getting it good and hard. Soon, his dick was rock hard. "Now, it's time for the real thing!" James looked back and saw Michael's hard dick and grinned from ear to ear. "You ready for this dick, pop?" "Indeed, son." James said with a smile on his face. "Indeed!"
Michael slapped his dad's ass one last time before he sank his dick deep up his dad's hole. "Sweet Jesus!" James moaned as he felt the entirety of Michael's nine inch beer can dick! "I didn't know your dick had gotten this big, son." Michael reached around to his pop's chest and grabbed James' man boobs and gave them a rough squeeze. "Oooh shit!" James' eyes rolled back up into his head. "Not there, Michael! Not there!" Michael had just found one of his pop's G spots!
Michael milked his dad's man boobs as if he were milking a cow's udders. "Oooh... shit.... Noooo!" James moaned as Michael's soft hands were doing a number on his nipples. "Michael... Please.... Let go!" Michael continued to Milk his dad man boobs. "Dammit, now, Michael! This ain't funny! You're really turnin' me on, now! Stop it!" Michael just wouldn't stop as he fucked his dad's hole. "MMMMMM! OOOOH!
Michael didn't stop, he just fucked his dad waster and rougher. "FUCK ME!" James screamed suddenly. "FUCK MY ASS!" James felt Michael's dick splitting him in half. Then, suddenly, Michael pulled his dick out of his dad's ass. "Get on your back," Michael ordered. "with your legs in the air!" James quickly got into position and Michael rammed his dick back up in his dad's dick. Instantly, James' eyes went all the way back into his head. Michael fucked his dad like his life depended on it!
As Michael fucked him deep, James stroked his dick furiously. Seeing that made Michael fuck him harder and faster. The couch that they were on creaked as Michael's strokes were getting harder and faster. "FFUUCCKK!" James moaned. Then he reached up and pinched Michael's nipples. "No, dad, no!" Michael said. "Don't you tell me no, boy!" James said with a grin. Then, suddenly, a big grinned crossed Michael's face. Then he pulled his dick out. "AWWWW, FFUUCCKK!" He sprayed his cum all over his dad's face!
"Oh shit!" Michael thought as he looked at his dad's cum soaked face. He looked furious! "Dad... I'm so- "Michael tried to say. James cut him off with a quickness. "You're in deep trouble young man!" James barked. "Get up against that wall. Prepare for the whoopin' of your life!" Michael got up and faced the wall. Then James grabbed his belt and whooped his ass. He whooped him good, too. Only thing was... Michael wasn't crying.... He was moaning...with pleasure!
"You like getting your ass whooped, don't you, boy?" James asked, still pissed. Michael tried to answer but, James continued to whoop his ass. "YES!" Michael cried out. "YES, I DO!" James looked and saw Michael's rock hard dick. "Then I'm gonna have to cum up with a new punishment." James said. Then he got an idea. "Come with me."
James walked Michael into the bedroom he shared with his brother, J.J. "Lay face down on the bed." Michael hesitated a bit. "Boy, don't make me angry. I said, lay down." So, Michael laid down. Then James brought out four pairs of handcuffs from under the bed. "What are you gonna do with those?" Michael asked nervously. James ignored Michael and handcuffed him spread eagle on the bed. "Now, I got you!" James said triumphantly. "Now, you're all mine!"
Then James slid his fingers, slowly, up and down Michaels sides. "NO! HAHAHAHA!" Michael screamed with laughter. "STOP! HAHAHAHAHA!" Michael struggled to get loose. "HAHAHAHA!" "Where do you think you're going, young man?" James asked with a wicked grin. Then he went down to Michael's bare feet. "I'll bet you're real ticklish on your feet." He swiped his fingers up and down the bottoms of his son's feet. "HAHAHAHA! STOP! HAHAHAHA! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!" James kept finding different places to tickle his son for the rest of the afternoon.
The End