Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 00:08:13 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: "HAPPY DAYS" (Part 4)
OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is FICTION based upon FICTIONAL characters
created by Garry Marshall. "HAPPY DAYS" is released/produced by Paramount
Pictures. This fourth installation in the "Happy Days" series is in response to the
requests I had to write yet another erotic, all-male episode featuring the
HAPPY DAYS gang. I dedicate this story to my loyal readers, as well as to my
good buddy, Dave.........UNZIP AND ENJOY!!
The Saturday following
the hot, all-male orgy at the Cunningham's, found Howard and Richie home alone
again....not that they minded! Marion had gone to a wedding of one of her old
classmates who now lived in Kenosha, and would not be home until late Sunday
afternoon. Joanie and her best girlfriend Jenny Piccollo were up at the lake,
spending the weekend with Jenny's folks.
Howard and Richard
were waiting for Fonzie to arrive back from having his motorcycle checked, and,
as per Fonzie's instructions, both Howard and his son sat in the garage, in
the front seat of Howard's old DeSoto, only clad in thier underwear, socks, and
garters. Howard's gut-bulging A-shirt and Richie's T-shirt were soaked
through with sweat. Howard's blue-checked boxers and Richie's solid blue boxers were
plastered to thier sweaty skin, and thier hard cocks were tenting up the
crotches, as they wondered what erotic fun Fonzie had planned.......
Soon they heard Fozie roar up the
driveway. They heard him shut off the cycle and then listened as he climbed
upstairs to his makeshift apartment. After a few seconds they heard him come down
again. He opened up the side door to the garage, and, after entering, locked
it.
"AAAAYYYY," Fonzie grinned, as he saw both Howard and Richie
sitting in the front seat of the DeSoto, thier bodies glistening with sweat.
"I see you two chuckleheads worked up a good sweat for the Fonz!"
Richie reached
over, and started massaging Howard's fat cock through his sweat-soaked boxers.
"HEY, CUNNINGHAM," Fonzie growled "NOT YET!"
"Sorry, Fonz," Richie replied, reluctantly removing his hand from his dad's
cotton-clad cock. "OK, YOU TWO, OUT OF THE FUCKIN' CAR, ON THE DOUBLE,"
Fonzie snarled "WE GOTTA LOTTA THINGS ON THE AGENDA TODAY!"
When both Howard and Richie were out of the car, Fonzie stripped
down to his sweaty V-neck and his now familiar cum-encrusted red boxers,
garters, and socks. Fonzie had shot so many hot cum-loads into these shorts that
even washing them in the machine could not hide the battle-scars that remained
of his thick, spurting jizz! Fonz then opened up a small package he'd
brought with him. He first took out a pair of handcuffs, which he slapped on Mr.
C's thick wrists. "WHAT
THE FUCK", Howard exclaimed, feeling his stubby cock throb even harder.
"WAIT AND SEE, MR. C.!" Fonzie chuckled. Then, Both Howard and Richie watched
in fascination as they saw Fonzie tie some old, lengthy dog-leash chains to
the cuffs. Fonzie then stood up on the ladder, and looped one end of the chains
to the cobwebbed rafter above. Now, Howard's thick, hairy arms were raised
over his head, and the thick, black tufts of hair in his ultra-sweaty pits were
now exposed.....EXACTLY what Fonzie wanted!
Then Fonzie took out an old mayo
jar from his package. It was filled with a large amount of some sticky-looking,
whiteish-gray fluid; partially congealed like runny jam. "FUCK, DAD," Richie
exclaimed "THAT'S CUM!!" Hearing that, Fonzie chuckled, patting Richie on his
sweaty shoulder.
"THAT'S RIGHT, CUNNINGHAM," Fonzie laughed "A WHOLE JAR JUST CHOCK-FULL OF
LOVE-JUICE!" Howard and Richie felt thier hard cocks drool even more lube into
thier sweat-drenched boxers when Fonzie told them that, when all the guys had
stayed over last week, Fonzie had them all whack off several times into the
jar. And, the Fonz himself had been whacking off into the cum-filled jar at
least twice a day for the past week. So, in that jar, was the sticky sperm of
Fonzie, Carmine, Potsie, and Ralph.
"PAY CLOSE
ATTENTION,HERE, CUNNINGHAM," Fonzie ordered Richie as he unscrewed the jar.
Howard and Richie watched intently as the Fonz tipped the jar, and slowly the
sticky contents began to spill into his big hand.
"JESUS CHRIST," Richie whistled, his dong throbbing even harder
watching this hot scene. When Fonzie had enough hot cum in his hand, he went over
to Howard, and reached into his sweaty boxers and pulled out his angry,
drooling, stubby cock. "HOLY SHIT, FONZIE," Howard gasped as Fonzie
slathered a goodly amount of the mixed jizz all over his steel-hard cock. But
Fonzie wasn't done yet. Pouring some more gloppy jizz into his hand, he rubbed a
good deal of it into Howard's exposed, thickly-haired armpits.
"GODDAMN, FONZIE," Richie growled, hot as hell watching this " THIS IS
TOO FUCKIN' COOL!" At that moment, three knocks, then two more, were heard at
the door. Howard and Richie froze, but Fonzie remained cool. "RELAX, YOU
DOPES," Fonzie laughed, opening the door. "IT'S JUST OUR GOOD BUDDY, CARMINE, HERE
TO JOIN THE FUN AND GAMES!"
As soon as the handsome, studly Carmine
Ragusa stepped into the musty, humid garage, Fonzie locked the door...for good.
Carmine wasted no time in stripping down to his sweaty t-shirt, green-checked
boxers, argyle socks and garters. Richie licked his slips, his eyes feasting on
the hefty bulge in the crotch of Carmine's tight boxers, which were already
splotched with lube.
Again, Fonzie took control, belting out orders. "OK, CARMINE, GET
ON YOUR KNEES AND START SUCKING OFF MR. C.........YOU, CUNNINGHAM, YOU GET TO
WORK PRONTO ON YOUR DAD'S LEFT PIT, WHILE I TAKE THE RIGHT!"
As Duane Eddy's "Rebel Rouser" played over the green plastic RCA portable
radio on Howard's workbench, another highly-erotic male orgy began in the
Cunningham garage.
Carmine opened his mouth,
and wasted no time in wrapping his hot, sensual lips around the thick,
cum-sticky length of Howard's fat cock, and Howard groaned loudy as the hot, handsome
Italian stud sucked eagerly away on his stubby, rock-hard cock. Carmine could
feel his own boxer-clad nuts twitch and churn, as he tasted his cum, as well
as the other guys, as he hungrily gobbled the chunky, forty-something hardware
store owner's fat cock.
The sexy, sensual blaring of the sax on the radio
added another dimension of raw lust to the testerone-charged scene.
Now, Richie and Fonzie were on both sides of Howard, thier faces buried in
his hairy, sweaty, cum-swabbed armpits. The salty, masculine tang of Howard's
sweat, mingling with the cum of the other hot studs, was driving Fonzie and
Rich wild. Howard muttered and softy cussed as his red-headed son Richie slurped
away in his one hairy armpit, while Fonzie sucked away at the other.
Richie felt his cock throb
painfully in his sweaty shorts, the feel of his dad's thick pit hair rasping
against his tongue, mingling with the highly-charged tastes of mixed cum and sweat,
was driving Richie wild.
Fonzie was like a
starved animal, eating out the older man's hairy armpit with noise and gusto,
slurping noisily away like there was no tomorrow. While he sucked Howard's hairy
pit, Fonzie rubbed and squeezed Howard's round, beefy ass through his tight
shorts. Howard, well restrained, thrashed about as the hot tongues of three
hot guys sent him into an erotic frenzy.........................
"OOOHHFFUUCCCK, CARMINE, " Howard growled,
feeling his hairy balls about to blow "YEAHHHHH, SUCK MY FAT OLD COCK, YOU GUINEA
COCKSUCKER.....YEAHHHHAAUGHHH.....UUGGHHHHHH..UUGHHHHHHHH!!!"
His strong hands sliding up and down Howard's hairy, chunky gartered legs,
Carmine swallowed Howard's thobbing dong right to the cotton-covered root, before
pulling it out of his mouth and fisting it hard, aiming right for his sweaty,
handsome face. "AAAWWWWFFUCKKKKKK!!"
Howard snarled, as he
shot his massive load, spurt after creamy spurt of creamy jizz erupted from
his thick cock, splattering all over Carmine's handsome face, dripping down his
chin to stain his sweaty undershirt.
As his good-looking kisser was hit again and
again with Howard's cum, Carmine hauled out his own sweaty monster and ground
it against Howard's hairy leg. "AAUUGHGHHHHH UUGHHH
YESSSS..YEESS...AAWWCHRIST...." Carmine grunted, his fat cock creaming Howard's
hairy leg, soaking his sock and his garter with thick, hot Italian cum.
Suddenly Fonzie growled, "CUNNINGHAM! I WANT TO YOU SHOOT YOUR LOAD ALL OVER THE
SEAT OF YOUR DAD'S SHORTS!" Richie did not have to be asked twice, and
rubbed and squeezed his chubby, hairy dad's round, boxer-clad ass with one hand,
while jerking his fat cock in the other.
"AAAFUCK, YEAH, DAD, " Richie chuckled "YOUR SON IS
GONNA SHOOT HIS HOT LOAD ALL OVER YOUR FAT ASS...GONNA CREAM YOUR DUCKIN'
SHORTS.......YEAHH.......YYEEAHH......AAWWFUCK..YEAH...GET READY,
DAD...AUUGHHHHH..OOHCHRIST.................UUGHHNN!!!
Richie's fist flew up and down his hard cock, and his hot, pent-up load spewed
out, splattering all over the well-rounded seat of Howard's sweat-soaked
boxers. Richie grunted and moaned as his balls emptied, and soon the seat of his
dad's shorts were totally awash in hot, thick jizz.
Fonzie then quickly
pushed Carmine off of Howard's spent cock, and shoved his fat cock into the fly
of Howard's boxers. Thrusting his hot tongue into Howard's mouth, Fonzie
humped for a few seconds, before his hairy nuts let loose with volleys of steamy
stud-cum, soaking Howard's shorts, and matting his thick pubic jungle. A large
cum-stain rapidly spread across the ample crotch of Howard's shorts, matching
the one that now covered his broad, cotton-covered ass.
Now, without a word, Fonzie pushed Richie aside, dropped to his
knees, and started licking Richie's dripping spunk from the seat of Howard's
boxers. Howard responded by wriggling his fat captive ass into Fonzie's face,
and Fonzie's hot tongue slid up and down the cum-slick seat of Howard's shorts,
loving the taste of Richie's sweet/salty jizz.
Richie went around and got on his knees in front of his dad, and sucked
Fonzie's thick load from the crotch of Howard's shorts, then his tongue slipping
inside to lap up every drop of Fonzie's hot Italian cum from Howard's pubic
jungle and sweaty, hairy balls.
His hand
massaged Carmine's spunk into Howard's garter and sock. loving the feel of
Carmine's sticky jizz against his dad's hairy leg.
Then Fonzie released Howard from his makeshift
restraints. As "Why Do Fools Fall in Love" wafted from the radio, Fonzie once again (as
usual), took charge. "OK, MR. C., I WANT YOU TO PULL DOWN YOUR SHORTS AND
BEND OVER THE HOOD OF THE CAR !"
When Howard complied,
his big, round hairy ass bare and very vunerable, Fonzie then told Carmine "HEY,
CARMINE, SIT ON THAT HOOD, SPREAD YOUR LEGS REAL WIDE, AND LET MR. C. SUCK ON
THAT FAT ITALIAN SAUSAGE!"
Then as Howard
began sucking off Carmine while bent over the hood of his old DeSoto, Fonzie
then growled at Richie " CUNNINGHAM, GET THAT COCK OF YOURS GOOD AND WET AND
START FUCKING YOUR DAD'S FAT ASS GOOD!" Howard moaned deeply as he felt his
18-year old son's hard pole spear his hairy ass, and he gyrated his bulky butt,
urging his red-headed son to shove his cock even deeper between his fat, hairy
butt globes.
Fonzie dropped to his knees, yanked down Richie's boxers, pried
apart Richie's smallish, plump buns, and started licking Richie's red-haired
hole, getting it all good and slick.
The feel
of Fonzie's big tongue lapping at his tight, sweaty, clean-tasting hole spurred
him on to hump his dad's furry ass harder, and Howard's fat, furry buns
quivered and bounced with each forward thrust of his horny son's hard shaft.
Carmine wriggled his ass against the DeSoto's hood as Howard
slurped away lustily on his angry cock, his hairy nuts, still encased in his sweaty
shorts, were again starting to boil.
"YEAAHHHH, DAD, " Richie taunted, "YOU LOVE YOUR SEXY SON FUCKING YOUR HAIRY
ASS, HUH?" Howard didn't reply; his mouth was too full of Carmine's throbbing
fuckrod. "AAAAAFUCK, YEAH,FONZZZIIEEEEEE!!!" Richie yelped as Fonzie's pounding
cock invaded his tight, slick love-chute. When Fonzie's boxer clothed crotch
was up against Richie's round buns, he grabbed his waist and started fucking
his pal's little ass with deep, lunging thrusts. Fuck, Fonzie, thought, no
pussy could EVER be this HOT or this TIGHT!
All too soon, one by one, the horny guys once
again shot thier thick, sticky loads. Carmine, holding tight to Howard's
bobbing head, shot a load so intense that it instantly started to gush out of
Howard's cock-filled mouth, spilling down his chin, dripping all over the
DeSoto's hood. Howard's stubby dong, grinding against the fender, unleashed a good
half dozen angry spurts of hot dad-jizz, splattering the fender of his faithful
old DeSoto.
As Howard shot his massive load, his hairy, sweaty asschute
clutched and massaged Richie's prostate-pulverizing dick. Holding tighly to
Howard's ample love handles, Richie stiffened and angrily thrusted his dad's
plump, furry, jiggling ass, his hot load scalding the deepest recesses of Howard's
furry rump.
"AAAAAASHIITTTTTTCUNNINGHHHAAAAMMMMMMMMMM," Fonzie snarled, throwing back his head as he felt his
bloated balls boil over "TAKE MY HOT ITALIAN LOAD UP YOUR LITTLE HOMO ASS MY LITTLE
RED-HEADED PAL...AAUUGHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Like a man out of control, Fonzie
plowed in and out of Richie's cock-stretched rump; torrents of Fonzie's hot spunk
flooding his tight little butt. By now, the warm, humid air in the garage was
a gamey, highly-erotic blend of Simonize, motor oil, masculine sweat, and
freshly-shot jizz. Spent and sweaty, the four gartered men slowly...slowly wound
down.................. a sweaty, disheveled tangle of hairy arms and gartered
legs, sweaty underwear, and dripping cum.
Fonzie collapsed into an old chaise lounge, his red-striped
boxers once again thoroughly soaked with another load of cum. He massaged
his now-soft cock, and then chuckled.
"HEY THERE,
MR. C........... WHAT SAY TONITE WE ALL HOP INTO THE CAR LATER
TONITE......GRAB A BITE AT ARNOLD'S, AND THEN DRIVE UP TO THE SUBMARINE RACES...I KNOW A
REALLY SECULDED SPOT WHERE WE COULD GO...I USED TO BRING CHICKS UP THERE....."
Fonzie paused, and then laughed loudly "THAT IS, BEFORE I GOT SMART AND FOUND
OUT THAT MAKIN' OUT WITH YOU GUYS BEATS A FISHY-SMELLING PUSSY ANYDAY!"
The three other guys all grinned, and Richie, mimicking the Fonz, gave two
thumbs up and replied, "AAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!" THE END Hope you guys
enjoyed! Comments and feedback are always welcome!