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!