OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story, based on the popular 70s sitcom, "HAPPY DAYS" is FICTION based on FICTIONAL CHARACTERS created by Garry Marshall and released/produced by Paramount PIctures. This story also is NOT meant to imply ANYTHING of the sexualities of the actors who portrayed these characters. So,order a burger and a cherry coke, drop a nickle in the jukebox, unzip your chinos, get a grip on yourself, and ENJOY!
The Fonz went across the driveway into the Cunningham's house, letting himself into Mrs. C's bright, clean kitchen. The Fonz knew that Mrs. C was having dinner and then going to see a show with some old high school girlfriends. His buddy Richie, also, was not home....he had told Fonz earlier he was going to the library to due some research on the college he would be attending in the fall. Joanie had gone over to Jenny Piccollo's for a slumber party.
But Fonzie knew his ol' pal Mr. C was home. So he decided he would have a cold coke and a quick sandwich and shoot the breeze with Mr. C .for a while.
But Mr. C was nowhere to be seen. So Fonzie climbed up the stairs to the second floor, figuring Mr. C might be using the can or might be in his bedroom taking a snooze. Fonz saw that the bedroom to Mr. and Mrs. C's bedroom was partially opened, and the Fonz thought he heard moaning of some sort come from the bedroom. At first Fonzie thought it might be Mr. C snoring, but, curiosity got the better of him. He tiptoed to the half-open door, and what he saw nearly floored him. As it was, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
There was Mr. Cunningham, laying belly-down on the big bed, the pillows under his crotch, pushing his big, plump, hairy ass up high; his A-style undershirt pulled up to his neck, and his striped boxers pulled down around his gartered socks. On top of him was his red-haired, college-bound son Richie, Fonzie's best pal, and he was pumping his thick hard cock in and out of his chubby dad's round hairy ass.
"WHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAA", Fonzie thought, "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??" The totally unexpected sight of his young pal Richie fucking the living hell out of his chunky dad's big hairy ass not only hit him like a thunderbolt, but had hit him hard in his groin. Fonzie felt his fat Italian cock start to stiffen in his tight jeans, and he started to massage the growing bulge. "MAN," Fonzie thought, "THIS IS TOO FAR OUT!!"
As he was fucking the daylights out of Mr. C's furry, quivering ass, Richie suddenly had the feeling he was bieng watched. Out of the corner of his eye, Richie saw the Fonz.
"Oh, fuck, Dad, we got company," Richie muttered in Howard Cunnigham's ear. The hairy older man did not reply. He turned his head and then, he too, saw the Fonz. In a flash, Richie pulled his slick cock out of his dad's hairy ass, fumbling as he slid into his boxers. Howard, also, was quickly hauling up his striped boxers, his beefy face as red as Richie's hair.
It was then that the Fonz, seeing the commotion, took charge of the situation with his usual cool bravado.
"AAAAAAYYYY, GUYS, COOL IT," Fonz chuckled "I'M THE FONZ, REMEMBER? I'M WAY TO COOL TO LET ANYTHING SHOCK ME!"
Richie and Howard glanced at each other, a bit apprehensively, weak grins on thier faces. "Uhhhh, Wait a minute, Fonz," Richie stammered "Dad and I were..." Richie got now further. The Fonz flashed a big, gleaming grin, and pointed to the huge bulge in the crotch of his worn jeans. "Ain't it obvious that the Fonz thinks this is cool?"
"HEY, CUNNINGHAM," Fonz chuckled, putting his arm big-brother style around his red-headed buddy,
"So you and your old man wanna have a little father-son fun.....you don't have to get all embarrased about it...it's cool, Cunningham!" Howard finally spoke up. "Fonzie, you don't think there's anything wrong in what Richie and I were doing?"
"AAYY, Mr. C." , Fonz replied "What a father and his son do together is between them, got it? If they enjoy this stuff, I say go for it...you got it, Mr. C.?" Howard Cunningham could not believe he was hearing this, especially from a roving straight-shootin' Don Juan like Fonzie.
"There's just one thing, though," Fonz chuckled, stroking his square chin. "What's that, Fonz?" Richie replied, a little nervously. "Do ya think that maybe you and your old man might let me join in? See, I think it's so fuckin' cool how close you are to your dad, and, I'd just like to kinda get involved.....hey, you know how I feel about youse guys......" Fonzie now looked a bit uncomfortable as he spoke these words....the LAST words that either Richie OR Howard ever expected to hear from the ultra-cool Arthur Fonzarelli.
Relief was evident on Richie and Howard's faces. Fonzie grinned back. "Fonzie, you know by now you are like a son to me, so, if getting it on with me and Richie means that much to you, what the hell, join us!"
"MR. C., I ALWAYS SAID YOU WERE THE COOLEST DAD IN MILWAUKEE!", Fonz chuckled. "Why don't you two stooges help me get a little more comfortable here?"
Howard winked at Richie and both father and son started getting Fonzie ready for some hot manly fun-and-games. As Howard brought his lips closer to Fonzie's, The Fonz put his arm around the portly Mr. C's shoulders and drew him close, parting his lips, and allowing his hot tongue to slither inside his mouth. Fonzie wasted no time in slipping Mr. C. the tongue, and now the two were fucking the hell out of each other's hot mouths with thier dueling tongues.
Fonz reached over and his hand started to rub and squeeze Mr. C.'s round, fat ass through the seat of his sweaty boxers. Mr. C's buns were so furry, that the Fonz could hair the hairs rustling and scratching through the sweaty shorts. he felt his aching cock leak more lube into his sweaty briefs. Richie was already getting into it, and his hot tongue licked and slithered all over Fonzie's leather jacket. The smell of Fonzie's musky sweat, the smell and taste of the leather, had Richie's seven-incher pounding in his sweat and lube-splotched boxers.
Without a word Fonzie shedded his leather jacket, and tossed it onto the floor. His stiff nipples were tenting the front of his sweaty T-shirt, and both Howard and Richie noticed. They both started tongueing Fonzie's stiff nipples through his tight T-shirt, and Fonzie moaned, his strong hands carressing the heads of the two guys who were servicing his stiff nipples.
"Hey, Dad," Richie suggested "Let's get Fonz's jeans off....he'll be more comfortable." "Good idea, Richard," Howard agreed. So they both started unbuckling Fonz's thick leather belt and unzipping his fly. In a flash they had his tight jeans off and tossed aside on the floor with his jacket. The crotch of Fonz's tight briefs were splotched with lube, and the angry, slick head of his meaty Italian sausage was ready to pull the waistband apart.
Howard dropped to his knees and started licking the huge bulge in Fonz's sweaty briefs, and Richie felt his nuts churn when he saw how hot the Fonz's ass looked in those tight briefs.
Round and firm, those hot buns taxed the seat of Fonzie's briefs to the max, and a dark trail of sweat marked the hairy cleft between those hot masculine orbs.
As Howard pulled down Fonzie's briefs, his fat nine-inch Italian cock swung out, the thick head drooling with sticky lube.
Howard wasted no time in wrapping his lips around Fonzie's sweaty, throbbing dong, and Fonz moaned as his best pal's dad started sucking on his thick, throbbing cock. "HOLY SHIT," Richie growled, as Fonzie's buns were bared. His round, meaty globes were almost as hairy as Howard's........it was then Richie realized how often he stole glances at Fonzie's round ass in his tight jeans......... Richie's fingers dug into the Fonz's firm, hairy moons and his hot tongue slithered through the black, sweaty hairs, and , when it hit his tight, hot pucker, Fonzie felt as though someone had shocked his churning balls with an electric cattle prod. "AAAAWWFFUUCCKKKKK,YEAHHHHHHH, RICHIE," Fonz snarled, gyrating his hairy ass in Richie's eager face, urging his tongue deeper. "AAWWWWWGEEEEZZZZEEE, MR. C, YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE A GUY REALLY FOOL GOOD," Fonzie always wanted to get a hot broad to do this ; now he was glad he waited.......NO chick could ever suck his cock the way good ol' Mr. C. was doing!
Without warning, Fonz felt his balls churn. He simply couldn't hold back...the two hot tongues servicing him front and back were too much. "AAAWWWSHIIITTT," Fonz growled, throttling Howard's head back and forth, fucking his hot mouth with wild abandon. "SWALLOW THIS HOT JIZZ, MR. C.........AAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!" Howard's pudgy hands slid up and down Fonzie's solid, hairy legs, and his mouth wrapped even tighter around the pounding length of Fonz's shaft. Fonzie's thick Italian cock unleashed thick gobs of hot stud-jizz into Howard's hot, sucking mouth. As Fonzie climaxed, his hairy hole twitched and clutched at Richie's probing tongue, and Richie, who had been whacking off as he rimmed Fonz's hairy ass, could no longer hold back either. He stood up, and fisted his hot teen dong, and rubbed the leaking head against the Fonz's round, furry ass.
"AAAWWJESUS, AWWFUCK, FONZZZZZZZ", Richie moaned, as he jerked his cock harder, and suddenly thick, steaming jets of cum were exploding from the head of Richie's cock, splattering all over Fonzie's hairy, sweaty buns. Richie had no idea he had so much cum in his balls, and soon Fonzie's furry globes were totally creamed with Richie's hot jizz. The remnants of Fonz's hot load dribbled out of Howard's mouth, dribbling down to stain his undershirt, and Fonzie had felt Howard's massive load also; for, as he sucked him off, Howard had shot his hot, creamy daddy-load all over Fonz's hairy leg and white sock.
"DAMN, THAT WAS TOO FUCKIN' HOT," Fonz exclaimed, "MAN, NO CHICK EVER GOT ME THIS WORKED UP...YOU TWO CHUCKLEHEADS ARE, LIKE, WOW!!" But there was no response from either Howard or Richie. Richie reached over to Fonzie's jeans and pulled out his black leather belt, and doubled it up in his hand. At the same time Howard pulled down his sweaty boxers and bent over the foot of the bed, his big, round, hairy ass bare.....and waiting.
"Fonz, I bet a lot of guys would love to do this to thier fathers, " Richie chuckled, and, without further words, Richie started lashing Howard's furry asscheeks with Fozie's belt.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
Howard yelped and groaned as his eighteen-year old son thrashed the hell out of his hairy, beefy ass with the belt. Howard loved it when his son paddled his fat, furry businessman's ass, and his stubby, beer-can cock was hard once again. Fonzie stroked his own stiffening cock as he watched his best pal paddle the hell out of his plump, hairy buns with the belt...HIS belt! Soon, Howard's forty-something ass was a glowing crimson, with hot red welts criss-crossing the furry, sizzling flesh. "Fuck, " Fonzie muttered to himself, "This is too fuckin' wild here!!"
Then, without warning, Richie threw down the belt and told his bulky dad to haul his shorts back up. As Howard obeyed, Richie said to Fonz, " Ok, Fonz, on to part two!" Fonz took Richie aside and made a suggestion. A broad grin lit up Richie's beaming young face.
A few moments later, a fresh orgy was taking place in the Cunningham bedroom. Richie was on the floor, with pillows under his crotch, and his tight little ass, still clad in his sweat boxers, rode high.
Fonz had pulled back enough material to get his fat cock into position, and now he was plowing in and out of Richie's tight, young hole, feeling his best buddy's hot chute clamping around his pounding Italian cock.
Howard's fat dong, sticking out of the fly of his sweaty striped shorts, was sliding in and out of Fonzie's tight, no-longer-virgin hole, and the feel of the black ass-hairs scratching his hard, thick shaft made his hairy balls churn madly. Richie was moaning like mad as his old man slammed in and out of his young pucker. Richie had grabbed an extra pair of Howard's garters from his dresser, and was now sucking on them, going wild as his old man's cock assaulted his young prostate.
As Howard relentlessy fucked Fonzie's hairy stud-ass, he picked up Fonzie's leather and started sucking the sweaty lining as he plowed Fonzie's hairy ass. The smell of sweat, leather, and Bryl-Creem sent a jolt through Howard's hairy bull-balls, and the smell and taste of that hot leather drove Howard Cunningham wild with desire. He had to admit that, when he got "frisky" with Marion, things NEVER even approached this level of ecstacy....as it was, lately, Howard was having sex with Richard more than he was with Marion!
Richie stroked his hard shaft as Fonzie pummelled his upturned ass......oohhhjesus, can't hold back....can't hold back...oohhffuuckk....... "FUCK ME FONZ," Richie growled "FUCK MY LITTLE QUEER ASS GOOD!!"
"OOHHCUNNIINNGGHHAAAMMMMMMMMMMMM," Fonz growled, as he felt his hairy nuts churn. "YEAHHHHHH...GONNA CREAM THAT LITTLE ASS GOOD, CUNNINGHAM...OOHHFFUUCCKKKKKKKKKKAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!" Both Richie and Fonzie exploded at the same time. Richie's hot load exploded all over the pillows, the carpet, and his hand. His pulsating hole grabbed at Fonzie's tthrobbing cock, and Fonz snarled as he felt his thick Italian cock unleash volley after volley of hot spunk deep into Richie's upturned ass.
"AAWWWWWFUCKINCHRISTTTTT," Howard growled as he slammed into Fonzie's throbbing hole. "AAWWFONZIE, FEEL MY HOT LOAD UP YOUR HAIRY DELIQUENT ASS, BOY!!" With that , Howard's hairy, bulging balls exploded, and his stubby cock sprayed the depths of Fonzie's hairy, sweaty ass with gobs of thick, hot daddy-sperm. Fonzie's clutching hole kept on grappling Howard's fat cock, milking every last drop of hot jizz from his overtaxed nuts.
After that, the three sexually-spent males collapsed onto the cum-splattered rug of the Cunningham bedroom. For a few moments, the three were silent, thier sweaty, heaving bodies panting liked exhausted animals.
"Hey Fonz," Richie said "Do you have a date tonight?" Fonzie grinned and patted Howard's pudgy ass. "Actually, I got TWO dates Cunningham....and I'm with them NOW!" THE END Hope you guys enjoyed! Comments and feedback are always welcome!