OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based upon FICTIONAL characters. "Good Times" is a Norman Lear-Bud Yorkin Production/Sony PicturesTelevision.
James Evans was pissed big time. He sat with an angry scowl on his handsome face as he chugged his beer down at the Kit-Kat bar. He'd had a big fight with Florida over her wanting to go to night school so she could get her high school diploma, and he just grabbed his coat and cap and hustled down the street under the rumbling L trains as he headed for the old corner bar. While there, he'd run into an old buddy of his who he hadn't seen in a while, Willy Johnson. The two men started reminiscing about the old days, and, even though James was glad to see his old buddy, inside, he was still prettypissed.
Then Joe Robinson, the owner, asked James if he'd do him a favor and keep an eye on the place while he grabbed the L to go downtown to the bank. He also told James that he wanted him to keep the place closed until he returned, and that he (and Willy Johnson) could help themselves to a few drinks, on the house. So, while Motown music played over the jukebox, James and Willy hoisted a few Muscatels, and the booze started getting the two men pretty loose. That's when Willy decided to make his move on James; he'd had his lusting eyes fixed on this hot black stud-daddy for years, drooling at the way his bulging basket and hot bubblebutt looked in those tight pants he always wore. Willy was married, but that didn't stop him from having sex with other guys when he was feeling particularly horny; truth was, he enjoyed sex with another man far more than he ever did with hiswife.
"Damn, James," Willy chuckled, patting James' broad shoulder ."You sure have been keepin' yourself in shape, my man! Damn, you really keep that body in tone!" James grunted in reply, a sly smile appearing on his face. He KNEW what Willy was up to.......Willie wanted to get into his tight pants, just like so many other dudes wanted to! "Tell the truth, Willy," James grinned, eyeing the growing bulge behind the fly of Willy's tight, worn jeans "You just wanna get it on with me....am I right, brother?" "Damn right," Willy replied, his hand now on James' powerful thigh, slowly moving up to hiscrotch.
"Damn, James, I've wanted a piece of your hot ass for too long now....I can't wait any longer,man!"
With the "CLOSED" sign prominently displayed in the door, and the fact that they were in the back of the bar, away from the windows, James was NOT going to disappoint Willy Johnson! Without another word, James reached over and put his big arm around Willy and leaned forward to press his lips againstWilly's.
"Motherfucccckkkerrrrrrrrr" Willy moaned, as he and James started deep-kissing, thier big tongues fucking each others' hot mouths with wild abandon. Then both hunky men started rubbing each others' pounding shafts through thier pants, and Willy groaned deeply as his rough hand finally gripped that big piece of Southside cock that he wanted to taste for too long now. Willy could feel James' massive cock throb even through his pants, and it only spurred him on to cram his tongue deeper into James' mouth evenmore.
Suddenly, Willy got up, and went over to the jukebox. Putting some coins into the neon-lighted, chrome-trimmed machine, Willy selected a number of Temptations' and Four Tops' records, and as the hot Motown music started to play, Willy made his next move. "Gonna give you a damn fine blowjob, James," Willy chuckled, giving his hunky ebony pal an evil wink. "And then I just gotta do a job on that damn fine butt of yours!" A wide grin flashed across James' handsome face as he started unbuckling his belt and unzipping hispants.
"OK, then, Willy," James replied, "Just get on down, my man, just GET ON DOWN!!" In a flash, the hunky Willy Johnson was on his knees in front of James, roughly yanking his pants down to hisshoes.
He then reached into the fly of James' tight, sweaty boxers and hauled out his massive black horsecock, the head of which looking like a large plum smeared with hot lube. James leaned back against the pinball machine and moaned.
"YESSSSSSSLOOOOOORRRDDD!!" Willy's thick tongue started lapping away at the lube-slick head of his throbbing ghetto cock. James gripped the edge of the machine even tighter as Willy's talented tongue assaulted his pounding cock. But this was only ateaser.
His mouth open wide, James growled deeply as Willy's hot lips enclosed around his meaty blacklovepole.
"Damn, dude, where'd a married guy like you learn to give such damn fine head?" James moaned. Willy didn't reply; he only gave James another sly wink as he continued to suck on that fat, throbbing ebony lollypop. As another Temptations' song startedplaying,
Willy reached into James' sweaty shorts and pulled out his tight, massive furry balls, and James groaned loudly as Willy's big hand toyed with those sweaty black babymakers as he deep-throated his throbbing black bone. James felt his bulky balls churn and his broad hand guided Willy's capped head back and forth, force-feeding him that fat, sweaty ghettocock.
"UUGHHH!!!! UGHHHH!! FUCK, YES, WILLY!!" James snarled, feeling his cock throb hard. "YEAHHHHH...GONNA SPUNK YOUR MOUTH, MY MAN....GODDAMN.....UGHH...OOHHHYEAHHH!!" Willy's hands grabbed onto James' meaty buns as James climaxed violently, his fat, massive black daddy-dick spewing jets of creamy, salty-sweet ghetto jizz into his hunky pal Willy's hot mouth. Willy swallowed as fast as he could, determined not to miss even a drop of James' thick, manly, tangy load. The sweaty, musky smell of James' crotch really got to Willy, and he deep-throated that black shaft like there was notomorrow.
James moaned again as Willy slowly pulled off his sweaty, sticky plunger and rubbed the oozing head all over his lips andmustache.
Then Willy stood up, and planted his cum-slick lips against James' and kissed him long and deep. Then James' broad hand moved over to Willy's crotch, and started massaging the throbbing package in his tight jeans. "Payback time, my man!" Willy snarled, getting to hisfeet.
"Turn around, drop that fuckin' underwear and bend over that motherfuckin' pinball machine!" James wasted no time, and, in a second, he was bent over the pinball machine, with its flashing colored lights and rattling numbers. Again, Willy dug into his pockets and slipped in enough coins for at least a dozen games. His erection practically ripped out of his jeans as he drank in the highly-erotic sight of James' big, firm glutes....twin mounds of furry, cock-tingling buttflesh!! Willy yanked the thick black belt from his jeans and started whacking James' big behind with avengance.
CRACK!! CRACCK!! CRACCKK!! CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACCK!! CRACCKK!! The pinball machine rattled, clattered, jingled, and rang as his big body jolted its electrical innards as Willy continued to really whup his massive black butt. James grunted, cussed, and moaned as that big belt stung and lashed his round, quivering backside, which, soon enough, was glowing a deep crimson. "YOUR COCKTEASIN' ASS DESERVED THIS LONG AGO, JAMES!" Willy growled, as he really blasted James' big, meaty glutes with his belt. Every fresh blow of the belt to his sizzling rump made his humongous, hard-again black cock grind up against the edge of the jangling pinball machine even harder, coating the chrome with sticky lube. Then, as a Four Tops record started to play, Willy shucked both his jeans and his tight briefs down to his work boots. He then spit a couple of times into his hand, and then proceeded to lube up his ten-and-a-half-inch ghetto dong. Then, pulling James' sore, burly glutes apart, Willy pressed the super-sensitive head of this aching ebony dick against James' hairy, sweaty pucker. "MOTHERFUCKER!!!! FUCK!!!!! OHHHFUCK!!!!" James growled as more and more of his buddy's huge black cock slid into his tight, furry rump. Willy was trying damn hard not to cum right then, so hot was the sensation of James' hot, hairy ass wrapping around his pounding dick. Willy then grabbed onto James' broad shoulders through his sweaty flannel shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up to James' elbows. James braced himself for what promised to be one rough, hard fuck. The metal ball inside the jangling, flashing machine bounced off of the electric bumpers in a frenzy, agitated by the pounding movements of one hot assfucking, the score going higher and higher as Willy's fat cock continued to roughly slam in and out of James' sore, hairybutt.
"DAMN FUCKIN' COCKTEASER, THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED!" Willy snarled, his cum-loaded low-hangers smacking James' firm buns with each forward thrust. "YEAHHH, YOU BIG BLACK DADDY! YOU LOVE WAVIN' THIS BIG HUNKY ASS AROUND THE PROJECTS....WANTIN' ALL THE DUDES TO SCREW YOU GOOD!" The muscles in James' ravaged rump were working over Willy's throbbing monster like a thousand little fingers, driving him wild. James' prostate was bieng battered to a pulp, and he moaned as he felt his hairy nuts reaching the point of no return. "UGHH!!! UGHH!!!! OOHHHFUCK!! MOTHERFUCKER!! YEAH, MAN......BREED THAT BUTT...YEAH...FUCK ME GOOD, MAN...UGHHH!! OOHHHHHH......UGHHHHHHHHH!!" James massive orgasm nearly blew his bloated balls apart, and his huge black dick began spewing wad after wad of thick Chicago ghetto spunk all over the jangling pinball machine. As James shot all over the machine, it brilliantly lit up with every bell ringing and every buzzer buzzing madly. A large electric sign on the front panel lit up spelling out "TILT!!" and a mechanical arm bearing a metal sign reading "RIGHT ON!" swung out from thetop.
James' clutching, convulsing chute was torturing Willy Johnson's massive black fuckrod, and he could no longer hold back. "AWWWSSHITTTT, JAMES!" Willy moaned, slamming his hunky pal's ass even harder. "GONNA CREAM THAT MOTHERFUCKIN' ASS GOOD, MY MAN...OHHSHITYEAH.....UGHHHHHH...UUGHHH!!" James felt as though a ruptured firehose had let loose in his well-filled butt, as gob after thick gob of hot Southside soul sauce flooded his batteredbutt.
As his battle-scarred cock shot the last jets into James' hot, sperm-filled butt, Willy leaned forward, breathing hard, and whispered in James' ear. "Hey, James, we gotta do this more often....my old lady is going away this weekend to visit her cousin in Detroit....wanna come over and keep me company, my man?" "DY-NO-MITE!" James replied, mimicking his eldest son, J.J. . THE END! Hope you guys who have been following the series from the start enjoyed this latest! Comments and feedback are always welcome!