Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2003 00:31:06 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: "HAPPY DAYS" Part 3
NOTE: OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based on FICTIONAL
characters created by Gary Marshall. "HAPPY DAYS" is released/produced by Paramount
Studios. This story is once again dedicated to my good friend Dave,
as well as some other Nifty fans who suggested doing a third installment in the
"Happy Days" "saga"......
Unzip and enjoy!!
This sunny, summer Saturday in
1958 Milwaukee looked to be the HOTTEST ever in the Cunningham house. Marion and
Joanie were away visiting friends in Chicago for the weekend, and Howard and
Richie had the the house to themselves........but not for long!
The Fonz, totally turned on beyond belief by his sexy
romps with Mr. C. and Richie, decided this was TOO GOOD to just keep secret
amongst themselves; if they could get some of Richie's pals to join
in...............AAAAAYYYYYYYYY!! Fonzie, not suprisingly,
convinced Potsie and Ralph to join in the manly '"festivities"; and, to say the Fonz
was convincing enough to get the at first skeptical guys who didn't want to
get into "queer stuff" to join in, was indeed an understatement.
And, to cap things off, Fonzie even convinced his
good buddy, Carmine "The Big Ragu" Ragusa to take part in the all-male orgy at
the Cunningham's. Carmine, like Ralph and Potsie, at
first didn't want to get into any "fag stuff", but, the Fonz was pretty
convincing........
So that evening, the Cunningham home was chock-full of
young men, a fact that had chunky forty-something Howard Cunningham hard as a
rock. Rock 'n roll was playing over the Emerson radio from Milwaukee's all-night
DJ . As soon as Carmine, Ralph, and Potsie entered the living room, the Fonz
ordered them to strip down to thier underwear.
Ralph wore a T-shirt and checked boxers, and Potsie wore a V-neck with light
geen boxers. And, as per the Fonz's STRICT instructions, both guys wore
garters to hold up thier socks. It looked to be a VERY hot night in
Milwaukee.............. This time, Fonzie was in charge, and relished every movement the
guys made every time he snapped his fingers.
"OK, MR. C., " Fonzie
commanded "GO AND SIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SOFA.........OK, CUNNINGHAM, KNEEL ON THE
SOFA NEXT TO YOUR DAD AND LET HIM START SUCKIN' THAT HARD COCK OF
YOURS........." When Howard, wearing his green-striped boxers, and A-shirt, sat on the
sofa, spreading his chunky, hairy legs wide, Richie got up on the sofa, and
pulled out his thick, lube-slick cock from his boxers, and his hairy Dad wasted
no time in opening his mouth and swallowing his 18 year-old son's hard shaft
right down to his thick red pubes. Ralph, Potsie, and Carmine stared at the
unbelieveable scene unfolding in front of them, thier cocks now at full mast,
tenting out the crotches of thier sweaty boxers. "HOLY
SHIT, RALPH, "
Potsie whispered in his pal's ear "I can't believe
it...Mr. Cunningham is actually going down on Richie!!" Ralph couldn't reply;
he was too mesmerized by one of his best buddies getting his dick sucked by
his dad!
Potsie felt his nuts churn and twitch as Ralph's hand reached over and
started rubbing his round ass through his boxers. Carmine Ragusa, who, NEVER
thought he could get turned on by ANYTHING homo, now found he had a raging hard-on
in his blue-striped boxers.
"MOTHERFUCKER," Carmine
growled "I can't believe how fuckin' hot this shit is!" Fonz, also, had shucked
his jeans, and now stood in his cum-stained red-striped boxers, his argyle
socks held up by his new garters. The sight of Fonzie in garters was not lost on
Ralph and Potsie, and the two buddies started rubbing each other's hard cocks
through thier sweaty boxer shorts.
"OK, YOU TWO STOOGES," Fonzie ordered " First, I want
Ralph to get on his hands and knees between Mr. C's legs and start sucking his
cock...and I MEAN sucking, Ralph Malph, ya got it?" Ralph nodded.
Having never sucked a cock
before, he was a little apprehensive, but, as he got into position between Howard's
thick, hairy, gartered legs, the hot, musky male-aroma of Mr. C's hairy,
sweaty crotch wafted up his nostrils, and sent a jolt of pleasure right through
his balls.
Almost as though he had been born to it, Ralph
reached into Howard's sweaty, lube-sticky boxers and his fist latched onto
Howard's chunky cock. Without further hesitation, Ralph opened his mouth, and
started licking circles around the drooling head of Howard's fat cock. Then, he
opened wider, and started swallowing more of Howard's throbbing daddy-dong.
"AAAWWFUCKKKK," Howard growled, as he watched his son's red-headed pal get
down to action between his hairy legs. Then Howard went back to work sucking
his son's thick cock, rubbing and squeezing Richie's firm buns through his snug
boxers. "AAWWWJESUSSSSS, FUCK, DAD...SUCK YOUR SON'S HOT MEAT," Richie
taunted, carrassing his dad's head as that hot mouth teased and tortured his angry,
throbbing dong.
Then Fonzie got on the floor and on
his back, positioning himself that his head was right under Ralph's crotch as
he sucked off Mr. C. Before he got to work, he told Carmine "HEY CARMINE, WHEN
I GET BUSY ON RALPH, I WANT YOU TO START SUCKIN' ME OFF.....DON'T CHICKEN OUT
ON ME NOW!" So Fonzie got between Ralph's
legs and pulled his thick, blunt shaft from his boxers. He opened his mouth
and eagerly started sucking on Ralph's fat dork.......Ralph grunted in
appreciation as Fonzie started deep-throating his pounding dick.
Straight-shootin' cunt hound Carmine Ragusa could not believe how hot the
bulge in the crotch of Fonzie's striped boxers looked.
As it was, his own thick
Italian sausage was pounding like a jackhammer in his shorts. So he spread
Fonzie's hairy legs apart, and reached into his red-striped boxers, hauling out his
huge, lube-and-sweat-slick cock.
Carmine stretched out on his gut and started licking circles
around the slick, sensitive head of Fonzie's cock.
The complex, heady
masculine aroma of sweat, soap, and even a hint of Pennzoil from Fonzie's bike sent
a jolt through Carmine's hairy , boxer-clad balls, and he started humping the
floor, his angry cock unleashing yet another glob of lube into his snug
boxers.............
After some minutes had gone by, none of the guys had shot. The Fonz made it
VERY CLEAR that NO ONE could shoot before HE gave the word.
As though he'd been jolted by an
electric cattle prod, Fonzie pulled away from Ralph's cock, pushed Carmine aside,
and stood up. NOW it was time for the BIG EVENT of the evening!!
Fonzie belted out orders like a snarling drill sergeant.
He instructed both Howard and Richie to get
on all fours, facing each other. Then Fonzie told Potsie to lube up his cock,
and then, pull enough of the material of Richie's shorts clear of his hole.
Potsie obeyed, and, a moment later, was on his knees in back of Richie, his
thick, pounding teen-age cock sliding deeper into his pal Richie's tight, sweaty
hole. Richie grunted as he felt Potsie's fat dick stretch his chute even
wider......
Then Fonzie ordered Ralph to do the same thing with
Howard, and, shortly, Ralph's blunt dong was spearing Howard's fat, hairy ass;
Ralph feeling his nuts churn dangerously as Howard's thick black ass-hairs
scratched and rasped against his invading shaft.
"OK, CUNNINGHAM AND MR. C", Fonzie commanded "I want you two to start kissin'
each other....really get sloppy like they do in the drive-ins!"
So father and son opened up thier mouths and started
fucking the hell out of each others' hot mouths with thier slick, probing
tongues. Ralph growled "AWWWFUCK, MR. C., I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS FAT HAIRY ASS OF
YOURS!" as he plowed in and out of Howard's hairy sweaty, chute, his
low-hanging nuts slapping the sweaty seat of Howard's striped boxers with each forward
thrust. Potsie,
meanwhile, was like a man pocessed. The feel of Richie's tight, slick hole wrapped
around his throbbing shaft, was making his prostate go haywire. And Richie was
in fuck heaven feeling his pal's hard dong pound his tight, firm ass, as he
and his dad continued to passionatley kiss.
Now, as the four guys on the
floor grunted, cursed, sweated, and fucked, Fonzie and Carmine started thier
own little show. Both Italian studs took thier dicks, and stuck them into the
flys of each others' sweaty, lube-sticky shorts. Carmine growled, feeling the
unreal sensation of Fonzie's steel-hard dick grinding against his; thier hard,
hot trouser snakes fucking each other's sweaty shorts. Fonzie and Carmine deep
kissed and grappled each others' round, firm asses through thier cotton
boxers, and Fonzie knew it was IMPOSSIBLE for ANY of them to hold back any
longer........................
"GUYS," Fonzie chuckled, "Let's all
make like Moby Dick and BLOW......fuck....can't hold back...no fuckin'
way....AAAAWWSSHITTTTTTTOOOHHJESSSUUSSSSS!!" As all
six, sweating, grunting men had held back thier loads for so long, they now
fucked and humped like madman, cursing and snarling like animals.
Amid the choruses of "AAAFFUCKKK, FUCK MY HAIRY ASS!! YEAHHHH,
GONNA CREAM THAT HOT BUTT!! YEAHHHHH, SO FUCKIN' TIGHT" multiple orgasms
went off, amid much animalistic snarling and moaning.
Potsie's hot load blasted deep between Richie's tight, jiggling
boxer-clad buns, and Ralph's massive load blasted geyser after geyser of thick teen
jizz between Howard's beefy, hairy globes.
Howard and Richie, who had been
stroking thier own pounding shafts, now shot massive cum-loads all over the rug,
splattering the fronts of their undershirts, thier boxers, and thier fists.
And Fonzie and
Carmine's Italian sausages had unleashed torrents of thick, hot Italian jizz,
throroughly soaking each other's sweaty boxers, matting thier thick black pubic
jungles with each other's steaming cum-loads. The air was rich with the gamy,
musky, masculine scent of sweat, lube, and fresh cum.............
Finally, the spent, exhausted fellows collapsed onto
the floor, thier undershorts soaked with cum, thier t-shirts soaked with
sweat, thier socks and garters likewise. From the bottom of the
tangle of sweaty, hairy legs, cum-dripping assholes, and spent cocks, Fonzie
heard Mr. C ask him " Hey, Fonzie.....you and the guys wanna spend the night?
Marion and Joanie won't be back until tomorrow night, and Richard and I might
get a little lonely...."
Fonz flashed his famous Ipana smile and thrust
up his two thumbs. "AAAAAAYYYY!!" THE END Hope
you guys who requested part three enjoyed! Comments and feedback always
welcome!