Date: Tue, 10 Oct 2017 21:13:14 +0000
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sons of Riverdale

Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's
not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author
has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It's based on
characters from the season 1 of the TV show Riverdale. Nothing here is
implied about the true sexualities of the characters or the actors playing
them. It's a celebrity tale, but there's a fair amount of dad/son
naughtiness as well. If that's going to bother you, I recommend you don't
proceed.

Sons of Riverdale - Season 1

Archie lay nude in his skinny single bed, eyes shut though he was close to
waking. He must have had an erotic dream, because his eight inches were
rock hard and as he lay on his stomach, his muscular butt was pushed
instinctively upward, making a mound in the bedclothes, as if ready and
waiting to be fucked.

Still half-asleep, he felt another presence on the bed as his mattress was
pushed down in one corner and another body worked its way under the sheets
to join him. It was Jughead, who was staying with Archie and his dad while
Jughead worked things out with his own dad, and now that the drive-in
theater was closed, leaving the young man officially homeless. Jughead was
wearing the T-shirt he slept in, but his shorts were removed, and he never
wore underwear, so his hard dick made instant and electric contact with
Archie's skin, jolting the redhead into reality. The next thing Archie felt
was Jughead's cock lining up with Archie's ass and working its way inside.

And what a cock it was. Jughead had the biggest dick Archie had ever seen,
and that was saying something-in his young life, the football star had
already sampled and consumed a healthy number of men's cocks, throughout
Riverdale and in the neighboring towns, all the way into and including New
York.

"Aa-a-a-ahh-hh..." Archie moaned as Jughead's giant eleven thick inches
bottomed out in his hole, then slowly backed all the way up to the lip of
his assring so his skinny friend could plow it all back in again.

"You like it, right," Jughead muttered. It was a rhetorical question; he
fucked his best friend on a regular basis, and he knew Archie loved taking
dick just as much as he lusted for the perfect muscular globes of his
buddy's perfect teen jock ass, but it still turned him on even more to
verbalize the scene as it played out. Maybe it was the film buff in him, or
the writer, but whatever the reason, the sex was that much hotter if they
talked a little dirty while they were doing it.

Archie continued moaning softly. He didn't want to wake his dad, but he
didn't want the experience of Jughead fucking him in his own bed to ever
stop. "Fuck me...oh Juggie, fuck my ass..."

Jughead smiled as he looked down on his buddy's muscular back, writhing
underneath him as he did a push-up over his friend, working his hips to
plunge his well-known, widely-appreciated monster dick in and out in deep
thrusts. When he was fucking a guy or girl with his huge meat, Jughead felt
on top of the world. Being massively hung was what finally earned him a
positive reputation once he hit puberty, when all of the teasing and
bullying finally stopped.  God, this was so much better than sex at the
drive-in. Archie would typically stop by every day on his way to classes,
ostensibly to just pick up his friend so they could walk together to
school, but truthfully so they could sneak in a bit of fuck time, giving
Archie access to the deep, satisfying butt-stuffing he perpetually
craved. But at the drive-in, all Jughead had was a sleeping bag on the hard
floor of the projection booth. Now at least his sleeping bag was on a
carpeted floor in the upstairs of a warm house, and best of all, Archie's
ass was just a few feet away, and he could fuck it in the comfort of
Archie's bed any time he pleased. He hoped this new living arrangement
would last at least for a while.

Jughead was midway through getting to a nice, peaceful cum when both heard
the rattle of the doorknob on the bedroom door. Archie was too far gone to
notice it at first, but Jughead panicked and froze mid-thrust. His bare ass
had emerged from under the sheets during their activity, and anyone who
walked in would clearly see what they were doing: Jughead crouched behind
Archie, with his cock fully installed in the redhaired stud's perky,
insatiable ass.

"Oh! Uh-hmm...it looks like you're up," came the voice of Fred Andrews,
Archie's dad. He didn't know what else to say, startled as he was by what
he'd stumbled onto. "Uh, sorry, I'll just..." But his own dick was now
stirring in his pants, and he couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off
the scene.

Archie realized how it looked and knew at some point later on he'd feel
some embarrassment and shame. For now, however, he was in a total cock
trance, addicted to Jughead fucking him, and not wanting to
interrupt. "It's no problem, Dad." He craned his head backward to see Fred
standing in the doorway. To Archie's surprise, the man was distractedly
rubbing his bulging crotch gently through his jeans. "Uh, sorry you had to
see this..."

Fred paused a moment before replying. When he continued, his voice was
softer. "No really, it's no problem, Archie," he said. "I kind of knew you
guys were up to stuff like this. I just didn't figure..."

Both boys were surprised by this, and waiting as the thought hung in the
air. Finally Jughead, who still had his cock in Archie's ass, looked at
Fred and said: "You figured what?"

Fred gave a soft, shy chuckle and shook his head. "I dunno. Actually I
figured Archie might be, uhh...on top, not you." He blushed, embarrassed to
even let them know he understood what "top" and "bottom" meant. He
continued, stammering... "I dunno. Just...just the way he's built, I
guess."

Jughead laughed too, knowing what he did about his friend's
cravings. "Yeah. No." His hardon was still raging, and he had to return to
fucking Archie's magnificent ass, so he slowly began pushing in and out
again, not really caring any more what Fred saw or didn't.

Archie cried out with happiness as his friend resumed their fuck, then
looked back at Fred as he caught his breath. "Yeah dad...I'm pretty much a
bottom. Sorry." As if to emphasize the point, he pressed his firm butt
backward to meet Jughead's thrusts. "Plus, if you saw the size of Juggie's
dick..." It was a strange detail to call to his father's attention, but
what the hell, they were talking about it, and he seemed to want to watch.

"Yeah? It's, what...it's pretty big?" Fred asked quietly as he unzipped his
fly and reached into his work jeans, basically signaling his approval and
silently urging them to continue. Picking up the queue from both Andrews
men, Jughead doubled down and intensified his throttling motions. If Fred
Andrews wanted a show, he was going to give his hot redheaded son a fucking
to remember.

"Fuck yeah...it's huge..." Archie exhaled. "Biggest...dick
in...Riverdale..."

This admission made Fred even harder. It clearly implied that his son had
seen and tried most, if not all, of the available dick in their town, a
fact that made him both proud and turned-on. After a few more minutes of
watching the scene and pulling on his own hard-on, he shuffled into the
room and approached the bed. Both boys watched him beat off, their eyes
darting from his hand and dick to his face, where they searched for the
possibility the scene might continue to the next step. To indicate his
desire, Jughead licked his lips.

That did it. Fred took the final step toward both young men and presented
his cock to Jughead's mouth. The boy eagerly stretched his neck forward to
take it in his mouth while continuing to pound the younger man's willing
ass. Jughead gave the best head he could in that position for several
minutes, savoring the feel and flavor of this studly man, the father of his
best friend, whom he'd known for nearly all his life.

"Oh god Juggie, that feels awesome..." Fred moaned. "Keep sucking it...your
mouth feels so good..."

Fred couldn't have known strongly how his verbal patter turned on his son's
friend and made him want to deliver the most intense blowjob he knew
how. And Jughead couldn't have known about all the nights Fred had beat off
while thinking of scenes like this with Jughead, whom he had watched mature
from a gangly little boy into fully developed (and now obviously sexually
experienced) young man.

Archie was delirious from these developments. "Yeah, suck my dad's dick
Juggie..." he encouraged his friend. "Blow him good while you fuck
me...suck his cock...eat it all..." He relished the sensations his ass was
receiving while his wide eyes took in the seedy interplay just inches away
from his cute face. He knew it was going to make him cum soon, so after a
few more intense minutes, he decided to urge the others along. "Make him
cum Juggie...get all that daddy cum in your mouth and on your face...make
you shoot your hot load in my hole..."

Whereupon all of that pretty much happened. Fred reached climax first,
grunting as he shot the first long stream into Jughead's pretty mouth
before pulling out and splattering the eager lad's face with rope after
rope of tangy jism. Loving how slutty it made him feel, Jughead lost
control next, pinning Archie's wrists down as his intensified his pistoning
motions once again, Fred's cum dripping from his face onto the back of
Archie's neck and Archie whined and ached for more, pushing his hard butt
up against Jughead's thrusts to receive the load. And while Jughead was
firing off into Archie's warm hole, he felt his buddy's ass cinch around
his thickness, which he knew from experience meant that his redheaded
friend had synchronized his own orgasm and was now blasting his own copious
teen load all over the bed, hands-free. Jughead, spent and still mostly
hard, continued pushing his cock in and out of Archie's hole until the
bottom's writhing gradually slowed to a stop.

Fred felt a bit shaky but managed to continue standing as he watched the
duo achieve their climaxes on the bed. He watched as his son's best friend
slowly turned his cum-covered face back to look up at him, and still being
in close range, he slapped his softening cock against the boy's cheek. It
stuck for a second, then unstuck, and instinctively Jughead turned his head
to take it in his mouth, determined to suck clean as much of the load as he
could.

A few minutes later, Fred let his cock fall out of Jughead's mouth, and
with one last look at his satisfied son's face, eyes closed and smiling on
the pillow, he zipped up his work jeans and wordlessly left the
room. Archie heard the door shut again, and it brought him back to
reality. His eyes fluttered open, and, still smiling, he craned his neck to
look back up at his friend. "What a scene, bro," he muttered. In response,
Jughead just smiled back and slapped his flaccid dick a few times against
Archie's cummy butt cheeks.

The daylight in the room grew gradually sharper as the sun crept up,
setting the scene for another beautiful small-town autumn morning. Enough
sex for now; it was time for both young studs to get ready for school.

* * *

Kevin was in the school newspaper office, on his back on the layout
table. He wore a nice designer shirt, but his pants were gathered at his
ankles as Moose knelt obediently before him, delivering the kind of expert
blowjob to his secret boyfriend that Kevin himself had taught him to give.

"Oh-hh god, Moose," Kevin moaned. "That's so-o-oo good. Fuck...oh man,
you're so good at this now..."

The events that took place on the last weekend of summer vacation had
somehow led to spending a whole day and a half in bed, their first time
together and Moose's first real encounter with a guy, other than some
experimentation a few years earlier with two of his equally clueless
cousins. Because of the discovery that fateful day by Sweetwater River,
Kevin's dad, Sheriff Keller, was gone for nearly the whole weekend, leaving
the Keller home empty for the two handsome young men to explore each other
extensively in Kevin's bed. (The sheriff knew all about his son's
proclivities, and had a prurient interest in them himself, but for their
first time, Kevin didn't want to freak Moose out too badly right away.)

They tried everything together that day, several times-everything Kevin
knew about in his experience, and everything Moose had conjured in his
fertile, dirty imagination. But giving head was still one of Moose's
favorite activities, and he wanted to keep practicing so he could become an
expert at making guys cum. It felt great when he satisfied Kevin, but as
his confidence grew in recent weeks, he was setting his sights on some of
the guys he played football with, starting with the ones he knew were open
to a bit of action. Guys like Chuck Clayton (who everyone just called
Clayton) and Archie Andrews, the luscious redhead who, as Kevin pointed out
to him, managed to "get hot" over the long summer vacation, chiseling the
jawline on his handsome face and nicely filling out his athletic frame.

As he sucked Kevin's cock in the newspaper office, he imagined what it
would be like to blow these other guys, as well. Did Clayton's big black
dick taste as good as it looked, swinging low as they undressed in the
football locker room? Did Archie have reddish-brown pubes to match his cute
shock of messy hair?

Kevin started bucking slightly on the table, a sign Moose recognized as
impending orgasm. And while Moose was eager to suck down his friend's hot
load as he'd done more than a hundred times since the start of the school
year, he knew they still had another twenty minutes or so before the
homeroom bell, and he wanted to practice some other stuff. Pulling his
mouth off Kevin's cock, he helped the boy roll onto his knees on the table,
putting him in a crouching position with his cute, delicious but pointing
straight up into the air. Without changing his own position, Moose lowered
his face once more, this time aiming it for Kevin's butt crack, and with a
big hand on each of the boy's cheeks, he spread Kevin's ass apart and began
gently licking his hole, gradually working his strong, wet tongue deeper
inside.

If Kevin was moaning before, his cries now seemed to echo through the
rafters of the school. "Oh, ye-ee-ess...!" he groaned excitedly. Moose's
tongue was strong and talented, and feeling it work its way into his hungry
hole was one of Kevin's favorite activities they did together. Besides, if
Moose rimmed him deep enough, he knew he'd find some of the cum that was
deposited there about an hour earlier that morning, by the cadre of hot
young sheriff's deputies who frequently came around the Keller home for a
gangbang on the high school lad's fine ass, all with Kevin's dad's
permission, of course. This morning three had attended, all cumming in
Kevin's happy hole, with one cumming twice. This gave Moose a nice
four-load meal of cum to sample, and from the increase in the jock's
grunting, Kevin smiled, knowing his friend had struck gold. They had no
secrets now, and Moose was well aware that Kevin made himself sexually
available to a wide variety of men around Riverdale, including the deputies
and sometimes even the sheriff himself.

Moose continued rimming his friend deeply, relishing the vestiges of men's
load that were freshly deposited there, and in general just getting the
sexy lad ready for a fuck. Just as he was thinking about replacing his
tongue with his dick, however, the doorknob rattled, and Jughead entered
the newspaper office. Both boys froze and looked over with shocked
expressions. Jughead was shocked for a split second at what he saw, but
immediately after that he offered the two a knowing smirk.

"Keep at it, you crazy kids," he said. "Don't mind me. I just came by to
get my laptop charger." He wandered to the opposite corner from the layout
table where the horny couple was getting it on.

Relieved they weren't busted, and eager to bust a nut, Moose stood up,
unbuckled his jeans, and gave a few pulls on his firm nine inches. He was
ready to fuck his buddy, and he didn't care if Jughead watched. But Kevin
wasn't content to simply have a bystander. There was just enough time, he
figured, to turn this into an exciting little three-way. Besides, Juggie's
dick was a thing of wonder, and Kevin knew once Moose got a look at it,
he'd quickly agree.

"Jughead, get over here," Kevin commanded in a hoarse, urgent
whisper. "Show Moose what you've got."

Jughead paused for a moment, considering the invitation. Moose was hot as
hell, but in general Jughead didn't make the time of day for dumb jocks. In
fact, he rarely interacted at all with anyone on any of the athletic teams
at Riverdale High-his best friend, Archie, being the obvious exception. But
he did notice how goodlooking a lot of them were, and he'd stroked his meat
on many occasions to the images of them making their tight, muscular asses
available to him, just as Archie did on a regular basis. And Moose's butt
was up there on the list of all-time most perfect asses at the school.

He wandered slowly over to the duo, stopping when he got to the table, his
crotch right at the level of Kevin's face. Kevin reached over and rapidly
undid Jughead's fly, letting the boy's giant hardon spring into view. Even
though he'd shot his load in Archie's hole less than an hour before, his
cock never really went soft, and once he saw what Moose and Kevin were
doing, it had raged back to full attention, forming a solid protruding tube
around which Kevin did his best to wrap his whole hand and start gently
rubbing up and down, causing the leaking precum to make a satisfying
thwacking sound as he did so. It was by far the biggest cock Moose had ever
seen.

"Fuck dude, that's massive," Moose muttered, wide-eyed. "It's like a
fuckin' tree trunk. How big...?"

As Kevin continued massaging his big, exposed dick, Jughead smiled and
reached over to Moose's crotch, extending the same favor, grabbing the
football stud's impressive meat and starting in with some light but
vigorous tugging action. "A little over eleven inches, and more than nine
inches around," he replied. "Or so I'm told. This winsome lad here"-he
nodded at Kevin-"did the honor of measuring it for me once."

Moose shut his eyes and moaned as Jughead worked his cock over with his
warm hand. One thing he couldn't get over about getting with experienced
guys like Kevin and Jughead was how confident and assertive they were when
touching him. Every girl who'd ever come in contact with Moose's penis had
treated it like a foreign object, something they could only touch lightly
with their fingers, like they had no idea what it was even for. Whereas
Jughead, like Kevin, wrapped his whole hand around the shaft and made it
feel good, as only a person with a dick of his own can really know how to
do. It felt so right.

Kevin loved watching all the fondling action and foreplay unfold, but he
was eager to get fucked. His boy pussy was sopping wet with Moose's spit,
and time was wasting. "Tell you what," he said to Jughead. "Moose here was
going to fuck me, but why don't you go first and show him how it's really
done."

Moose made a sour face at his slender bottom buddy's goodnatured comment,
but stepped aside. Jughead went around the table to get between Kevin's
spread legs, positioned his spitting hard-on at the young man's gaping
hole, worked the head inside, and then-as Kevin's moans went from a low
rumble up the scale to high-pitched whimpers-drove the full length and
girth inside him, bottoming out deep up in his guts before pulling back out
again, and then plowing straight back in.

"Oh Keller, your hole is so fuckin' good..." Jughead panted. As the bottom
continued moaning, Jughead stood there and loosely clutched his splayed,
lightly hairy thighs in both hands, flexing his hips to keep the pace of
plunging as deep into the boy's hole as his cock could go. Meanwhile Moose
considered putting his cock in Kevin's mouth, if only to quiet him down a
bit, but decided against it because he knew it would make him cum
prematurely, and he wanted the load he dropped to go into Kevin's luscious
ass as well.

Indeed, Kevin's hole felt fantastic. It had been a little over a week since
Jughead had the pleasure of fucking the sheriff's only son. Their paths
didn't cross very often until recently; Jughead was mostly a loner, while
Kevin seemed to spend most of his social time with Betty and other
girls. However, Kevin and Archie got together regularly for sex, either to
share a top like Jughead, or else to fuck each other-yes, even Riverdale's
two biggest bottoms liked to turn the tables and stick their big dicks in
each other from time to time. On several occasions, Jughead had been a
welcome witness to these activities, feeding his fat dick to Archie's face
as the redhead got on all fours for Kevin, or maybe sitting on Kevin's face
as the boy lay on Archie's bedroom carpet and spread his legs wide to
accept the football hunk's deep thrusts into his ass.

Kevin felt Jughead pick up the pace, and it made him eager to receive his
big load. "Oh yeah, cum for me, Juggie," he whispered excitedly. "Cum in my
ass. Drop your big fuckin' load inside my hole. Deep inside."

Jughead was already a fan of dirty talking during sex, and hearing such
filthy patter from a cleancut boy like Kevin sent him over the edge. His
cock exploded, and even bigger orgasm than he'd had earlier with Archie. He
painted the walls of Kevin's already sloppy rectum with the cum the flew
out of his giant dick.

All done, he took a step back and allowed Moose in to give Kevin the same
treatment. Moose barely made it five thrusts before losing control. Kevin
smiled as he took the load. It wasn't as big as Jugheads, today or in
general, but it was good cum just the same. With the deputies giving him
the treatment back at his house, he now had six tangy loads inside him,
sloshing around. Soon he'd be sitting in his homeroom classroom, smiling as
he started his day with the feeling of men's sticky batter filling him up
to overflowing.

When he got up from the table and started gathering his clothes, he noticed
the other two boys weren't getting dressed themselves just yet. In fact,
they both still seemed to be sporting impressive boners.

"Uh, Juggie..." Moose stammered. He licked his lips before continuing, his
eyes focused on Jughead's still-hard monster cock. "I, uh...you know, I
usually like to be the one fuckin' a guy, but, dude..."

In response, Jughead smiled, and used one hand to grab his own hardon and
spank it against the other open palm. He knew exactly what Moose wanted,
he'd seen this look and heard this speech a hundred times before from other
tops. But he wanted to make the boy spell it out and be totally
clear. "Yeah...?"

Moose just whistled. "Well, man...when I go the other way, you know...I,
uh, figured out...uh, I really do like...the big ones." He searched
Jughead's face for approval, and when the skinnier lad nodded, Moose
immediately spun around and leaned over the table, pushing his ass out as
an invitation. The perfect globes of his beautiful teen jock butt seemed to
defy gravity as they hovered in the newspaper office's morning air.

Kevin rolled his eyes and smiled. "Whatever, you two. You're gonna be
late." As he headed out of the room, the last thing he saw and heard was
Moose grunting, loud but happy, as Jughead's enormous meat made its way
straight up into his jock channel, and started fucking him good and rough,
in and out.

* * *

The homeroom bell sounded loudly throughout the school. The drawn-out
clanging filled the halls, signaling the importance for every student to be
at their appropriate seat. Here and there, a few of the usual slackers
lingered or took their time, unfazed by the detention slips that would be
likely to greet them when they showed up to homeroom late. But Moose wasn't
one of these, not on most days at least. He figured out early on that, as
slow as he was academically, he could at least fare better with the
teachers by being punctual and showing up, ready and on-time. He had one of
the best attendance records at Riverdale High, and while he'd had his share
of detention visits, tardiness was nowhere among his transgressions.

Until today. He didn't want to be late, and typically he wouldn't let
anything jeopardize his good favor with his homeroom teacher. But as
excuses go, this one was too good to pass up. Taking on Jughead in the
newspaper office, getting fucked by that giant tool and feeling the gusher
of hot teen cum it released into Moose's meaty butt...that experience was
worth running a few minutes late, even if it meant his perfect record was
tarnished. Jughead had pulled out his spent cock from Moose's hole less
than one minute before the bell, but whereas Jughead only needed to report
to a nearby classroom, Moose's homeroom was clear across the school. He
scrambled to get there, but the bell sounded just as he approached the
classroom door.

"Mister Mason," the teacher intoned at him, dipping his head and scowling
as the wide-eyed Moose tried to shut the door behind him as quietly as
possible. Moose froze for a second after that, awaiting the worst, and felt
a wave of relief when the teacher, instead of admonishing him further,
simply said: "Take your seat."

Moose hurried to his place, close to the back corner of the room. He was
glad to be out of the teacher's sight line for the most part. The only seat
that was further to the back than his was the one behind him, occupied by
Chuck Clayton. When their eyes briefly met, Clayton regarded Moose with a
casual smirk-the universal salutation among entitled jocks.

Halfway through class, he felt Clayton poke him once in the back, and then
pass a note to him around the other side, out of sight of the teacher. This
was nothing unusual; Clayton rarely focused on anything that was happening
in the class, and frequently amused himself by drawing an inane dirty
picture of something or making a crude joke, and then sharing it with his
friend. Today, though, as Moose furtively unfolded the note and looked at
it, he realized this was very different. The note said:

     Dude. I can totally smell it on you. Can't you even clean up?

At first he wasn't sure what Clayton was referring to, and then all at once
it hit him: the smell of sex. Namely, the unmistakable whiff of fresh male
ejaculate. Moose was accustomed to washing it off the front of his body,
for times when he'd beat off or fucked a girl or fucked Kevin or one of the
few other bottom guys with whom he had experience. But now he had cum in
his ass. Not for the first time, but at least for the first time in
public. At school. Jesus. Who else could smell it? He looked around, but it
seemed to be contained to their private corner.

He felt himself blush hard, and for a few minutes he was shell-shocked. He
couldn't turn and look at his friend, so at length he just flipped the note
over and wrote: Quick bang before homeroom. Some lucky girl. He refolded
the note and passed it back. He had from now until the next bell to think
of a story about who the girl was. It couldn't be anyone at their school;
Clayton kept meticulous records of all football team exploits in his book,
and if Moose named a Riverdale girl, Clayton would figure out he was lying.

Then Clayton wrote his own reply and shot the note back a few seconds
later: Yeah right. I wouldn't be smelling it from this side if you was with
a girl. When Moose read that, his eyes got even wider than they had the
first time. Instinctively, he craned his neck around to see his friend's
expression. It was an inscrutable, devilish smile-not so different from the
face Clayton always wore, confident, knowing. Sexy.

Moose passed the note back to his friend without any reply, and then turned
back around and tried to focus on the teacher. But he knew he wouldn't be
learning much today in homeroom, and he dreaded having to face Clayton
after class. As it turned out, he didn't need to worry, not just yet. When
the bell rang again, Clayton shuffled past Moose and exited the room
without even a glance back in his direction. For some reason, that made
Moose even more fearful. He had difficulty focusing the rest of the day.

After the last class of the morning, Moose returned to his locker to find a
folder piece of paper at the bottom that had obviously been inserted
through the vents in the locker door. It was the same note he had exchanged
with Clayton in homeroom. He shivered when he saw it, but picked it up
anyway, unfolded it, and read what Clayton had added in red ink, just below
his previous scrawl: DUNGEON. NOW. As soon as he saw those words, he knew
he wouldn't be joining his other friends that day in the cafeteria.

The "dungeon" was an storage room in the basement of the school that had a
bunch of old furniture in it and not much else. No janitors or faculty ever
went there, and even though the main door into it was always locked, you
could access it through a two-sided closet off the same hallway, and no one
in charge had ever thought to secure that access as well. The football team
discovered it years ago, and some of the elite used it for secret
meetings. Clayton used it as a place to stash his book of sexual
conquests. It also had the reputation as being a safe, quiet place you
could bring a girl for a midday tryst and not get found out.

Moose made his way past the men's locker room. Football practice started in
forty-five minutes. He turned the corner at the end of the hall, went down
a short flight of service stairs to the basement, let himself in the small
closet off the hallway, and then shut the door behind him, opened the
second door at the back of the closet, and stepped into the dungeon. The
lights were turned on but over the years several of the bulbs had been
removed, leaving the space in an subdued, slightly eerie glow.

Wandering the maze of dusty shelves and old mechanical equipment, he
wondered where he'd find his friend. When the team gathered there they
usually hung out in cleared out area of the dungeon where a few large desks
were pushed together to form an ad hoc table. Moose went to this part of
the basement, but saw nothing...until he turned to explore further and
found himself face-to-face with Clayton, their bodies just inches away from
each other.

"Mason," the strapping black lad hissed by way of greeting his friend.

Moose nodded back, hoping his nervousness didn't show. "Clayton," he
managed to croak, then abruptly cleared his throat but didn't say more.

Clayton's eyes pierced into Moose's for several seconds, then darted up and
down the boy's face, checking out his handsome features and pained
expression. Then, without saying anything further, he reached both arms
around Moose's waist. Moose wondered what this advance meant until he felt
Clayton untucking his shirt in the back and then silently running his
fingers along the skin of Moose's lower back, just above the belt of his
jeans. He did this slowly, back and forth, as he continued looking Moose
deep in the eyes. He wore the same menacing expression he'd shown Moose
earlier that day in the classroom, but now it was charged with other
elements as well: charm, curiosity, intensity. Seduction.

Each was waiting for the other to say something. Or maybe make the first
move. Finally, as Clayton's fingers on one hand ventured lower on Moose's
back side, below his waist, under the denim, and finally slipped into the
wet crack between the football hunk's muscular ass cheeks, Clayton said:
"A-ha! I thought so." But it was more like a cat purring than like any sort
of accusation. "Thought I might find some of that nasty evidence down
here. Whose cum is it, man?"

Moose was still flustered. "Uh, man, that's just sweat..."

"Bullshit!" Clayton withdrew his hand and held it up between both their
noses before pressing it directly into Moose's mouth. "That, my friend..."
-he waited for Moose to stop squirming and accept the intrusion of his
sticky finger in his mouth- "...ain't sweat. Smells like something
else. Bet it tastes like it, too."

Moose, his eyes fixed on his friend as he gradually felt reassured this
encounter was going to be less violent than he feared, thawed slightly from
his frozen state and began to realize how nice it felt to have a part of
Clayton inside him. Without thinking about it, he used his tongue to taste
the essence of what the boy was talking about. It did taste good. For a
minute or two he continued sucking the finger, relishing the taste, as the
two of them stood in the dark basement, unable to tear themselves away from
each other.

Clayton's face broke into a smile, still haunting, but creating relief in
Moose, who clumsily managed a little grin of his own as he continued
sucking on Clayton's finger. This broke the tension a bit, he could feel
it. And not surprisingly, his cock felt rock-hard in his jeans. It had been
that way, he realized, since the moment their bodies came into such close
contact.

Just as quickly as it had appeared, though, Clayton's smile snapped into a
scowl again, and he abruptly pulled his finger back. "And I asked you:
Whose cum is it? You gonna tell me, or do I have to ask around?"

Moose looked down at the concrete floor, ashamed. "Juggie. It was Jughead
Jones."

"What?" Clayton whooped. "That fuckin' psycho misfit? No way!" He laughed
derisively, then took some pity, and leaned in even closer, his hand now
traveling down to Moose's crotch, which he cupped firmly and gave a good
shake. "Guess there musta just been something about him, huh? Something
down here?"

At this point, Moose gave up. He had to confess. "He's so fuckin' big,
man," he told Clayton. "Nice and thick. Felt so fuckin' good, going in and
out of my ass." He took a deep breath, feeling bolder, and continued. Fuck,
I coulda taken that cock all fuckin' day. And then when he shot up in my
hole..." He paused, moaning a bit at the memory, as he felt Clayton's big
palm linger on his crotch. "Him and Andrews do it all the time. Archie's
like me. He loves that big fuckin' thing up his butt. He's a total slut for
it, man."

Clayton was startled at first by his friend's bravery, but he quickly
decided to let down his own guard so they could get on with things. He
vigorously groped Moose's bulging crotch, rubbing what felt like a pretty
good-sized hardon through the denim of his jeans. "Yeah..." he replied
quietly. "I know all about Andrews. He takes this big bone all the fuckin'
time." For emphasis, with his free hand, he grabbed Moose's hand and placed
it on his own growing crotch. "Nice, big black dick. He likes those a lot."
He paused to moan softly as Moose took the bait, firmly gripping Clayton's
erection through his own jeans and stroking it up and down. "I just didn't
figure you for a butt-boy yourself. Figured you were busy nailing that
Keller kid."

Shit, Moose though, he knows about that, too. Were there no secrets around
this fuckin' place? But he was glad for their current intimacy. He'd longed
to be this close to his hot friend for quite some time.

Sensing his buddy's reaction, Clayton offered reassurance. "No worries,
man, I don't kiss and tell. Not with dudes, at least." He felt like he
needed to add that qualification...after all, they were standing only a few
feet away from the infamous black book. "Anyway, I only know about you and
Keller because..."

Moose heard the words trail off, and briefly stopped jerking Clayton's
cock. "What, because you fuck him, too? That's cool, I don't care," he
said. "Kevin's a big slut. He told me as soon as I met him. I just wanted
to get some good experience." He resumed pulling on Clayton through the
denim. "And he mentioned once or twice how he liked taking it from black
dudes. I just always assumed he meant older guys, maybe from out of town."
He let his free hand stray up and under Clayton's shirt, exploring his
ripped pecs and abs.

"Nah, man..." Clayton replied. "He gets it from me on a regular basis. He
knows he can't tell anyone about it or I'd shut him right up. But you're
right, man. He loves takin' big black bone." He didn't bother adding that
his own father, their coach, was indeed one of the older black men who also
often fucked Kevin's ass.

Hearing his sexy friend refer one more time to the hardon he was massaging
made Moose determine to see it up close. In a frenzy, he unbuttoned
Clayton's jeans and feel to his knees in front of him, tugging the jeans to
the floor and freeing Clayton's giant, dark erection. He gave himself a few
seconds to take in the beautiful sight of it, licking his lips in
anticipation. Then, just as Kevin had taught him, he stuck his tongue out,
closed his eyes, and fed the hearty tube of flesh into his mouth. Right
away, it oozed a big glob of precum, which he dutifully swallowed before
continuing to take the whole thing down his throat.

"Oh, fu-u-uck..." Clayton moaned, sucking in his breath with surprise. He
loved getting head so much he made sure he got it every day, but he had no
idea Moose would this good. He forgot how much better guys were than girls
at it, in general. That Keller kid had been teaching his buddy well.

He put his hands on the back of Moose's head and pushed his big dick in and
out of his mouth, starting out gently but building up to some moderate
skullfucking. Moose was right there with him every step of the way,
worshipping that cock and making it feel supremely good with his tongue and
suction. After several minutes of lingering at the edge of orgasm, he
finally pulled back and said: "OK dude, that's enough. I wanna cum and I
want it in your ass."

Moose didn't have to be told twice. In two seconds flat he was on his feet,
his jeans were at his ankles, and he was leaned forward once more with his
ass in the air, his sweatshirt hiked up his strong back, this time holding
onto one of the desks that was stacked on top of another desk, giving him
two table legs to hold as he pressed his butt back to receive the crazy
good fuck he knew his friend was more than ready to deliver.

And he was right-Clayton wanted this moment for years now, ever since he
took note of how his fellow football player had honed his ass into two
beautiful, hard, round mounds of fuckable flesh. Now for the first time
that ass was naked and right there in front of him, ready to go. But
first...

"What're you waiting for, man?" Moose panted. "Fuck me already. I want it
so bad..."

"Like I told you lots of times, bro," Clayton responded with a sneer, "I
like to lick some pussy before I fuck it. And this here is some good,
creamy pussy." Sure enough, the prodding with his finger had released some
of the cum already that Moose had stored in his ass all day from that
morning fuck. It oozed out of his exposed hole, ran over his hairy cheek,
and down his leg. Clayton crouched down and gave the stray rivulet a
lick. "Yep, still fresh," he sighed happily, and then pressed his face
between those glorious globes he had coveted for so long. He lapped eagerly
at his hot friend's hole, tasting his horny crevice and sampling what was
left over from Jughead's earlier load. Heaven. He put his hands on both
cheeks to pull them further apart, burying his hungry mouth even deeper in
Moose's ass. Then he felt the boy trembling and moved his hands to Moose's
tree trunk thighs to stabilize him as Clayton continued devouring the
jock's slutty hole.

Moose couldn't believe how good it felt. Sure, Kevin rimmed him, felched
him sometimes even, but never with this kind of intensity. He imagined
Clayton was eating his male pussy the same way he ate out a girl.

Soon, though, he couldn't take it any more. "Go on and fuck me..." he
groaned desperately. "Slam that big hard black fuckin' dick in me
bro...fuck, I've wanted this for so fuckin' long..."

Clayton liked it when they begged. He stood, grabbed Moose's bare
midsection left exposed by his pushed-up sweatshirt, lined up the tip of
his throbbing shaft with Moose's wet, pink hole, and stuck it a little ways
inside. He felt the familiar jolt of his bottom absorbing the initial
shock, then the relaxation as the bottom's ass accepted his girth and began
pulling it deeper for the fucking it craved. Still almost fully dressed
himself, he slowly but steadily pushed his long, fat dick into Moose's butt
chute until he hit bottom and the lad's hairy, gravity-defying cheeks were
comfortably parked against Clayton's crotch. Then, after leaving it there a
moment for Moose to savor, he withdrew the full length again, all the way
out, making a little pop as it left the stud's rosebud, and then he plunged
it in again, and they were off and fucking.

"Oh...! Oo-o-ohh... oh man, that's so-o-o fucking good..." Moose
practically wailed his appreciation. Clayton's strong hands gripped his
hips with the same capable clutch they applied to pigskin on the football
field, and he relished the way it enabled his top to take command and
totally throttle his juicy, willing hole. Moose nearly crumbled with relief
under the intense pounding; it took all his strength to support himself
against the tower of furniture as he gave up his ass to his friend. The
feeling was incredible, and he never wanted it to end. And it made him
wonder once again who he really was, sexually. For a guy who didn't bottom
much, he was impressed with himself for taking two big dicks up his ass in
less than half a day.

His eyes half-closed in an ecstatic trance, Moose numbly turned his head
slightly and caught sight of some kind of commotion around them. But it was
just their reflection in a large mirror that was stored alongside a nearby
wall. In the dim light, he could make out their figures, and it looked like
a scene from the best porn: two teen studs, still wearing their shirts with
their jeans around their ankles, enjoying a hot and spontaneous coupling. A
smokin' hot black dude rabidly pounding the beautiful, bent-over ass of his
tow-headed friend.

And along with an expert fucking, Moose knew from porn and from experience,
there's always the reward of a nice big load of cum. He recalled Kevin once
musing that we wasn't sure what he liked more-taking dick, or taking
loads. Moose wondered this now about himself. That morning, his
quick-and-dirty escapade with Jughead had sent him to whole new plane of
pleasure, and he loved the sensation of making his supple, round jock ass
available for such a huge ramrod, as well as the unreal joy of feeling it
pillage deep inside his guts, much as Clayton's was doing now. But he also
recalled the sheer bliss he felt when Jughead had unloaded inside
him. There was something deeply satisfying about hearing a virile young man
achieve the height of pleasure, knowing it was your ass and your skills
that brought him there, and then feeling the evidence of it as the top
exploded into you with a torrent of hot, sticky male juices. In those
moments, Moose realized, he felt the ultimate pride of letting another dude
utterly use him for his own gratification.

So he anticipated doing that for Clayton now. As the boys stroked grew even
more frenzied, Moose doubled down on his nascent bottoming skills and did
his best to bring his buddy to the most powerful orgasm he possibly
could. He clenched his hole on the upstrokes, pushed his ass back so his
back arched seductively, and wiggled his butt back and forth to entice
Clayton to fuck him even harder. And he moaned his appreciation, mostly
because he really felt it but also to egg his top on:

"Oh bro, oh Clayton baby..." he cooed. "I love your dick. Gimme that big
fuckin' black dick, hard as you can. I wanna feel it cum in me. I wanna
feel your fuckin' load...gimme that sperm, I want it in my hole..."

That worked. Dirty talk was Clayton's kryptonite. When a guy or girl
begged, as he was fucking them, he found it inescapable that he would keep
on pounding them until he came. In this case, he was so close already,
having discovered the thrill of banging out an ass he had admired from afar
for years, that he lost control only a few seconds after the words left
Moose's lips. "I'm cumming..." he announced, holding his breath. "Oh
fucker, you fuckin' whore-boy...you and that slutty ass, man...take it,
take that fuckin' load..."

Moose loved hearing Clayton call him a whore with a slutty ass. He felt
ropes of cum get unleashed inside him, soaking his cunt tunnel, joining
Juggie's juices from a few hours before. Right then, he felt like the
biggest whore in the school-in a great way. The orgasm went on for a while,
delivering multiple rounds of hot sperm into his hungry ass, and he
continued clenching and writhing so he was sure to get it all.

When it was over, Clayton collapsed against Moose's back briefly, as they
both caught their breath. Clayton's cock slipped out, and both boys heard
the backlog of cum escape from Moose's pucker and drip onto the concrete
floor. Clayton was beyond satisfied, but he also sensed opportunity. With
the little energy he had left, he knelt once again behind his friend,
parted his ass cheeks, which were now sticky with Clayton's ejaculation,
and used his tongue to clean up the boy's pulsing pucker and fabulous hairy
mounds.

That task completed, he stood and began pulling up his jeans. A moment
later, Moose did the same. As the two boys silently collected themselves,
they shared a mutual freak-out moment-like, did this really
happen?-followed by a knowing grin. It did happen, they both wanted it
to...and it would happen again.

* * *

4pm. Kevin was naked on his back, on the bed in his bedroom, catching his
breath, covered in his own cum. Moose, lying nearby, had just pounded out
his ass while recounting the story of taking Clayton's fuck in the dungeon
just a few hours before, and just picturing the scene while taking Moose's
dick up his ass made Kevin shoot a nice, healthy load. Moose came right at
the same time, blessing Kevin's hole with his own tangy deposit, then
pulling out and rolling off to lie next to his friend, breathing hard as he
came down from the dual highs of fucking Kevin's ass while also reliving
his hot scene earlier that day at the school.

"Fu-u-uckk..." Moose panted. "That was fuckin' hot."

Kevin tilted his head to smile playfully at his companion. "Yeah, no
shit. It felt so good to cum with you inside me, talking about what you and
Clayton did. You should tell me stories like that more often."

"Yeah," Moose snorted. "Well, I guess I should get fucked by a nice big
black dick like that more often."

Kevin whistled. "Fine meat on that one. I can see how you'd get
addicted. I've been taking Clayton's big cock up my ass for a couple years
now. He is one stud that was made for breeding young colts like me."

Moose laughed. "You townie dufus. You mean a mare. Colts don't get bred."

"Yeah?" Kevin responded with a grin. He spread his legs wide seductively,
reaching between them to finger his ass. "Well, this one does." To
emphasize his point, he pulled out his fingers, producing some of Moose's
cum, and brought it to his mouth. "Mm-mm, tastes so good..." he moaned in
his sluttiest purr.

Moose laughed again and bonked his young friend in the face with a
pillow. "Shut up, ya little whore."

Kevin lay on his back, still absently licking the cum off his fingers. He
was thinking about Clayton-his stunning good looks, his chiseled features,
his fine chest, his beautiful cock...and the big wads of creamy jock jism
that shot out when he came. "He shoots a nice big load, too, don't he. Nice
and gooey."

"Oh man. Fuck, yes," Moose agreed. "Think that was the biggest load of cum
I ever felt up there. Seemed like a fuckin' gallon." Moose reached down and
started stroking his dick again, as Kevin did the same.

"Probably was," Kevin said. If you'd stuck around, he probably would have
fucked you again and gave you the same amount all over again. It's like an
endless supply. Horny jocks like you..." He smiled at Moose and then turned
onto his stomach, absently pushing his pert ass up a bit into the bedroom
air.

All this talk about Clayton was giving Moose another serious hardon. In
truth, his last one never really went away, even after he blew his wad in
Kevin's ass. He reached over and gave Kevin's butt a playful pinch. "I
gotta get to practice soon but I got time for one more if you're up for
it."

Kevin immediately agreed. "Sure thing. Slide it in."

Moose rolled onto his knees and lined up his thick rod behind Kevin's
supple cheeks, then pressed forward and felt the boy's ever-hungry hole
just pull the whole thing inside. Kevin swung forward and back for several
strokes, letting out a soft, happy moan as he fucked himself on Moose's
rod. In this position, he wasn't looking at Moose's face, and he caught
himself visualizing Clayton instead, as though the hot black jock was there
behind him, ramming that huge dark bone in and out of his hole. When Moose
grabbed his hips a moment later, he imagined it was Clayton's firm hands
gripping him, and as Moose took over fucking his ass, he pictured Clayton's
handsome, pouting face and the clenching of his muscular, ebony ass cheeks
with each solid thrust into Kevin's hot, willing ass.

Soon enough, though, Moose began grunting, and the spell was
broken. Clayton was one for dirty talk, but his other sex noises amounted
to usually just a low rumble of his voice, growling as he took what he
wanted. Moose was different. His grunts were higher-pitched, starting out
as pure exertion but gradually building to a fever pitch as he got ready to
dump his sauce into his bottom's rear. As Kevin heard Moose's noises
gradually intensify, he smiled, pulled off Moose's dick, rolled over, and
pushed the strapping stud's chest backward so that the football lad landed
on his back against the mattress. "Lie back," Kevin said playfully. "I
wanna ride that moose meat until it shoots a big glob of sticky cum right
up in my hole."

Moose's cock stood straight up, raging and dripping with cum and
precum. Kevin got on top of it, squatted slightly, sat and then sank down,
loving every inch as it reentered him. He moaned loudly, satisfied to feel
such a cute lovable dumb hunk of a dude using Kevin's talented ass purely
for his own pleasure. "Yeah, Moosie, stuff it in me," he begged. "Slam that
cock up my asshole. Gimme all that good Moose cum..."

Moose put his hands on Kevin's hips and doubled down on his upward thrusts,
as the two of them looked straight in each other's eyes. Kevin was smiling,
his eyes half-closed with pure pleasure. Moose's eyes, on the other hand,
were wide open, fixed in a lustful stare as he watched his sexy friend
bounce frantically up and down, squeezing his juicy bone with every thrust
and giving him incredible pleasure.

Within a few more minutes, Kevin got his reward. When he felt the first
blast of cum hit his insides, he closed his eyes fully and stopped
thrusting, still smiling, savoring the delivery of Moose's rich teen jock
sperm into his talented, spasming hole. Without touching himself, the next
thing he felt was his own cock exploding, shooting three or four long
spurts up and at an angle over Moose's powerful chest, hitting Moose on the
chest, neck, and face. Kevin didn't usually cum on Moose, but he could tell
right away that his top didn't mind-Moose immediately licked his lips to
taste the load, then groaned and pushed one last time up and into Kevin's
ass, producing one last volley of hot cum to shoot high up into his hole.

* * *

Archie left football practice alone that day, craving dick but feeling
conflicted about what he'd let his dad see between him and Jughead that
morning. It was on his mind all day, and he wasn't sure he wanted to face
the elder Andrews just yet. What would he say? What would they talk about?
So, upon arriving home around the dinner hour, instead of going in the
house, he retreated to the small garage beyond the yard, which Fred Andrews
had converted to a music studio for his son. Archie dropped off his school
books on the tool bench and immediately opened the bottom drawer of the
cabinet, where-underneath a box of screws-he kept hidden a shoebox
containing his favorite vibrator.  Eager for release, he yanked down his
jeans and underwear, lubed his hole with some spit, inserted all nine
inches of the toy, and turned it on. Immediately his eyes closed and his
face went slack, and he moaned with ecstasy and relief. He needed to be
fucked so bad, and this was going to have to do the trick.

But he also had a song to work on, so once he had the toy where he wanted
it, he pulled up his jeans again and cinched his belt to keep the toy in
place. Then he sat on the old couch in one corner of the garage, grabbed
his guitar, and began to strum. The hum of the vibrator and the rippling
sensations of pleasure in his ass were a distraction, but he managed to
keep at least part of his focus on the music, trying to compose the song
and not think about how badly he wanted men's cum all over him, their cocks
in both his holes.

After fifteen or twenty minutes, he heard his dad's truck pull into the
driveway, and his footsteps go from there to the back kitchen door. He
didn't, however, hear the kitchen door again when Fred came out a moment
later to check on his son, and so when Fred arrived in the garage, Archie
had no time to turn off the toy. "Archie?" his dad called from the
door. "You in here?" He entered the garage and peered around, letting his
eyes adjust to the darkness before spotting his son in the far corner on
the old couch.

Archie froze, trying to figure out what to do. The guitar in his lap
prevented him from reaching into his pants to turn off the device, so he
decided to keep strumming, hoping that would cover the noise. "Uh, yeah
Dad," he said. "Just working on some tunes. I'll be in the house in a
little while."

But Fred stayed at the doorway. He knew it was important for them to have a
little chat. "I wanted to..." he started. But he wasn't sure what to
say. "I wanted to...talk to you. About what happened this morning."

"It's okay, dad," Archie said, a bit too urgently, as he continued
strumming his guitar. He hoped his father would at least stay at that
distance so his self-pleasuring would be less likely to be detected. But
Fred, with deep sincerity, moved slowly closer to his son as he continued
speaking.

"I just want you to know, Archie, I'm okay with you being any way you want
to be. With Jughead, with boys, with whoever. It's your life."

Archie was moved by this but still uneasy at being discovered. "Thanks
dad. Can I come inside in a minute and we'll talk about it? I've got this
song I'm working on..."

Fred nodded. "Sure, son. Of course. And I know you don't necessarily want
to have these conversations with your old man. But since it's just the two
of us, and I don't get to see you as much these days, I thought it would be
good to clear the air about some things. It turns out, you see..." Then he
stopped abruptly, looking slightly alarmed. "What's that buzzing? Crap, do
we have wasps in here again..."

Archie stopped strumming. He was busted. With a deep sigh, he said: "No,
dad. We don't have wasps."

Mr. Andrews looked confused for a moment, but gradually, he came to realize
what the sound he heard might be. In fact, he seemed to recognize it. "I
see," he said softly. Then, after a long and awkward pause, he added: "It
isn't one of your mother's, is it? Please tell me you haven't been rifling
through her drawers on your visits to Chicago." It took Archie a moment to
realize the joke, but when he did, they both let out a brief laugh. It
broke the tension a bit, but still Fred lingered. He felt they had more to
discuss. "Uh-mm, Archie...why don't you switch it off so we can talk."

The redheaded boy rolled his eyes with embarrassment, but after another
sigh, he set the guitar aside on the couch, unbuttoned his jeans, and
reached down inside his underwear to flip the off switch on the
vibrator. He wasn't going up for the further indignity of getting fully
undressed so he could remove the toy, though, so it remained lodged
pleasurably inside his ass as the two men continued talking.

Fred slowly approached his son and took a seat on a step stool across from
where the younger lad was sitting. "So, tell me about it," he began.

"About what?"

"About what I saw."

Archie's gaze jumped from his father's face down to the cement floor of the
garage. He barely managed a shrug at first, but when it became clear his
father was going to require an answer, he mumbled: "Just fucking."

"What's that? I didn't quite hear you." Fred didn't mean it to sound
reproachful. He honestly didn't hear what his son had said.

"It was just fucking," Archie said, a little louder, still not looking
up. With his feet, he absently started kicking a wad of bunched-up
electrical tape back and forth in front of himself, across the dusty
floor. "Just me and Juggie. You know. We do it sometimes."

Fred nodded slowly, acting wise. "I see," he said. "You and Jughead." He
let the thought (and the image) hang in the tense air for a bit, then
continued. "Anyone else?"

Another long pause. Archie trusted his dad, but he wasn't sure how much to
let him know. "Sometimes..."

"Sometimes what, son?"

"Sometimes other guys."

"Ah," Fred said. "So you, you've...had some experience, then."

Archie gulped, still looking down. "Yeah."

"So what, like, some experience? Or a lot of it? Just some messing around
with other boys, or...?"

Archie didn't offer any reply at first. Then he simply shrugged again.

"So which is it? A little, or a lot?"

"Lots." Just saying the word gave Archie some relief. He needed this
confession to be over.

"Really," Fred mused. "That's interesting. You mean, lots of other boys...?
Or are the others too?"

With a sigh, the teen replied: "Yeah, others. Guys around school. Guys
around town. You know."

But Fred didn't know, he'd only heard rumors. He needed his son to finally
tell him the whole story. "Guys around town? Like, older men? Who...?"

"Dad, I'm not going to tell you names. I'm not trying to get anyone in
trouble. I just..." He still couldn't make eye contact, and his eyes darted
all around the garage as he continued. "Jughead and me? What you saw? That
happens, like, every morning. And sometimes, at school, during the day, it
happens too, with other guys. After school..."

His voice trailed off. He wasn't ready yet to tell his dad the other
details, like the truck stops, the campus glory holes at the college a few
towns over, his wild nights out with Kevin in New York City, visiting every
sleazy sex club and back alley bar they could find, taking cock over and
over wherever they could get it. His dad didn't need to know all that.

So, he just said: "After school, I usually...like, after practice, usually,
I'll...find some other guys, too. It's all cool, they're cool. I just..."
He swallowed hard. "I just...need it, you know. I guess."

Fred whistled. All that cock, all those men around town, and they all knew
his son. He wasn't shocked, but he didn't know what to say next, so they
both stayed quiet for a few minutes. Then, the elder Andrews asked his son
the very simple question: "Why?"

"Because I love taking cock," Archie blurted out finally. "God, I love to
feel it sliding in and out of my ass. Every different kind of cock. As much
as I can get. I don't even care who's doing it. I just want to feel them in
me." He shuddered, wide-eyed, not believing what he was sharing with his
own father, but he had to get it off his chest for once and for all. "I
just need it so bad, dad," he continued. "I need it all the time. I feel
like...like my ass was just built to take guys' cocks and loads. I'm just a
total whore who wants cock all the time. There's nothing better than giving
up my ass and feeling some random guy just use it for his pleasure. I wish
I could take cock all day long. Some days, even, when you're not around,
that's actually what I do."

Okay, Fred maybe wasn't ready for that level of sharing. He also wasn't
going to be able to explain the raging hardon it was giving him inside his
work jeans, which would be very apparent if he didn't stand up soon and get
out of that garage. Fortunately, they were both saved by a clamor at the
door as Kevin and his greaser sex buddy Joaquin rolled in, hands groping
each other playfully as they laughed.

"Hey Arch," Kevin called into the dark space, not yet noticing Fred was
there also. "We're her for a little you-know-what. I bet Joaquin he
couldn't go three loads in your ass today but he says it's..."

Then they both noticed Fred sitting there, and froze. Fred stood, a bit
dazed, but then said reassuringly: "It's OK, boys. Archie...told me
everything. It's OK." He made his way to the doorway and even managed a
polite smile as he passed them. "I'll just give you some privacy, Uh-mm,
err-rr...so, carry on..." It felt like an idiotic thing to say, but he
couldn't possible think of anything else. A second later, he was gone, and
the three teens heard the screen door to kitchen open and slam shut as
Archie's father went inside.

"Jeepers, arch," Kevin said in an excited whisper. "I'm so sorry! Are
you...are you doing OK?"

Archie smiled then. Whatever uneasiness resulted from his father-son chat
with Fred was now overcome with horniness. "It's all good," he told
them. "Get over here and get started. My dad walked in on me with a big ol'
vibrating dildo in my hole. That's how horny I am. So I'm glad you're here
to give me some dick!"

He pulled his jeans down and off, underwear too, and flipped to his knees
on the old couch, pushing his ass up in the air with the vibrator sticking
out. Joaquin approached him first, switched the toy on, and started pushing
it in and out of Archie's ass in long, deep strokes. With his free hand, he
undid his own fly and started beating his cock. Soon, however, Kevin joined
them, dropping to his knees to blow Joaquin as the greaser stud continued
toy-fucking the star quarterback's beautiful ass and luscious hole.

"You gotta lot of loads in there, man?" he asked.

Archie moaned his approval at the sensations in his ass, then replied. "No
man, I wish. Juggie dropped a bit nut in there this morning, like
usual. But I've been empty and craving it ever since then."

Joaquin gave him a few more strokes, then withdrew the toy. switched it
off, and tossed it on the couch cushion next to them. He pointed his thick
cock as Archie's winking, distended sphincter, then plunged himself fully
inside, making the bottom slut wince and cry out happily. It was obviously
the redheaded stud had been longing for all day. Meanwhile, Kevin got naked
and got on the couch next to his classmate, grabbing the vibrator and
putting it in his own hole, turning it on to pleasure himself as he watched
his would-be boyfriend from the "wrong side of the tracks" mercilessly fuck
the studmuffin Archie Andrews.

Archie, determined for Joaquin to win his bet of three loads, pulled out
all the stops, making himself as slutty as possible to coax the cute little
hunk to shoot his first round of cum into his ass. He twisted his head
around to watch his top, and was turned on to see that Joaquin still wore
his tight t-shirt and leather jacket as they fucked. Archie pushed his ass
up even higher, and begged the stud for more cock. "Ple-e-ease, Joaquin..."
he panted. "Oh, it's so good...gimme that cock, I want your cock, fuck
me...I want that cum..."

Joaquin built to a climax, squirting an impressive quantity of teen sperm
into Archie's aching hole. Then he stepped aside and Kevin hopped off the
couch, keeping the toy in his ass so Joaquin could fuck him with it as he
buried his own cock deep in Archie's starving, freshly cum-filled boy
cunt. They continued that way for a while, and then Joaquin replaced the
toy with his cock, making a three-way fuck pile-and, just for fun, stuck
the toy up his own ass so they could all experience being bottoms, all at
once.

* * *

From the kitchen window, Fred had a front row seat to the hottest porno he
could ever imagine. Neither he nor Archie must have ever noticed it before,
but if you sat in the farthest seat of the kitchen table, the garage window
and kitchen window lined up perfectly to provide a view of the garage's
rearmost corner, where the couch had sat for several years and where his
son was now the centerpiece of a rapidly unfolding sexual interlude. With
sunset approaching, the dim garage light highlighted the scene even
better. Sitting in that chair, his work jeans around his ankles, he
unabashedly pulled on his dick to the images of his slutty son taking cock,
just as he had orgasmed to the same sight (all over his son's best friend's
pretty face) that morning.

He shot his first load of the evening just as the greaser lad, whose name
he later learned was Joaquin, was unloading his second batch of teen cum
into the redheaded cum dumpster sex machine that his only son had obviously
evolved to become. Following that, it looked like both Joaquin and Kevin
were ready to go again, but who should arrive at the side door of the
garage but Reggie Mantle, Chuck Clayton, and Moose Mason-three of his son's
fellow football buddies, and, evidently, sex companions as well. All three
entered the garage, stripped to their jockstraps, and joined the fun. While
Joaquin gave Archie another load anally, Kevin got on his knees to blow
Clayton's giant black bone, while Moose got on his back in a chair and
spread his legs for Reggie to eat out his muscular jock ass.

Around this time, Jughead appeared, and before long, he was part of the
action as well. He and Kevin sucked off Reggie and Clayton, getting them
ready to fuck Archie on the couch.

Eventually, all of the four newcomers took their turn on Archie's ass. Fred
beat off crazily as first one, then another, then another of them fucked
his son. Jughead went last, busting the quarterback wide open with his
gigantic endowment, just as Fred had watched him do the very first thing
that day. Jughead showed no mercy, banging his best friend long and
hard. And Fred couldn't hear any noises, but he could tell from watching
that Archie loved every minute of what was happening. His son was right-he
was clearly meant for this, and his ass was built to take cock after cock
after cock, multiple loads from multiple men.

As the party seemed to be dying down, and it was just Jughead and Archie
left, Fred assumed it would be OK for him to stop by the garage and check
in on the two of them. It had been an exciting couple of hours, and there
was a mess of splooge on the kitchen floor to prove it, just underneath his
chair, which he grabbed some paper towels to clean up. He couldn't remember
the last time he had such intense orgasms-three in a row, in fact. And even
though his cock was getting sore from masturbating to the sight of his
slutty kid getting his ass pounded out repeatedly by a handful of fine
young specimens of high school manhood, he still felt turned on. Learning
Archie's secret had the effect of making Fred feel young and virile once
again himself.

Crossing the yard, he noticed an old truck parked in the alley. He didn't
recognize it, but just behind it was parked a vehicle that was very
familiar: the squad car from the local sheriff's department. Then he
stopped at the door to the garage when he realized it was still ajar. He
was certain he'd seen the other boys close it when they left. In the few
minutes he'd taken to clean his cum off the kitchen floor, had others
arrived?

Hearing voices in the garage, Fred stood at the garage entrance and
listened to what was going on. The lamp by the couch had been switched off,
and so the only light coming in was from the streetlight along the
alley. Various shadows lurked in the dark space, but he couldn't make out
what he saw.

"Oh-hh yes..." he heard Archie whimper. "Juggie, eat my hole. It feels so
good. I haven't gotten banged that hard in a while. So much cum in me..."
Behind him, Fred could vaguely make out Jughead's crouched figure. He was
indeed lapping at the space between the cheeks of Archie's enticing,
bent-over ass. "I want you to eat me out and then we can go upstairs and
you can fuck me one last time before bed..."

But someone else had a different idea. The boys had obviously not yet
noticed that others had entered their sex den. "Oh no, boy, you're not done
yet," came a voice in the darkness. "Not by a long shot."

Two figures shuffled slowly toward the boys, who were startled but not
inclined to send any potential tops away. When the taller of the two
newcomers reached Jughead, the boy exclaimed with shock: "Dad?"

It was indeed Jughead's father, FP Jones, Fred realized. Now Jughead was
realizing the same awkwardness that Archie must have felt that morning when
Fred walked in on them. What would FP and Jughead say to each other? How
would they resolve this situation?

"Yep, it's me buddy," FP said in his low voice. "Seems we both have our
secrets. And they seem to mutually involve your hot little friend."

Jughead looked at Archie, who was less interested in the latest father/son
encounter and more interested in getting Jughead's tongue, finger, cock,
anything back in his insatiable hole. "Arch..." Jughead asked,
incredulous. "You've been...taking it from my fuckin' Dad, too?"

"Don't be mad, Juggie," Archie moaned. "You know I'll take it from anyone
who wants to give it to me. FP here and his gang showed up a few months
back and took me to the Serpents' bar...they shut the doors and had their
way with me all night." Archie paused a moment, clinching his ass a few
times, savoring the memory. "They fucked me so nice and hard, gave me so
many loads...how could I say no..."

"And so now my dad comes back and fucks you all the time?"

"They all do, Juggie," the quarterback responded. "But yeah, your dad is
probably the most regular." Feeling daring, and wanting to tease his
friend, he added: "He's got a really big dick, Juggie. I can see where you
get it from."

As if on cue, FP took his son by the shoulder and moved him aside, giving
him access to Archie's upturned butt. He already had his jeans open, and he
kept his t-shirt and leather jacket on, just as Joaquin had done
earlier. Archie noticed this, smiled, and returned to facing the couch
pillow as he pushed his ass backward to receive his best friend's
father. FP's cock was indeed huge, only a tiny bit smaller than
Jughead's. In fact, side by side, the average person could probably never
tell the difference...but an aficionado like Archie could tell them apart
easily just by the way they fit inside his horny hole.

FP could actually be gentle when he fucked, but in Archie's case, he knew
better. He slid directly into Archie's ass, bottoming out on the first
thrust. Hearing the redheaded stud cry out with pleasure and then buck his
muscular butt back toward him, the older stud commenced pistoning in and
out of the younger lad's cum-filled chute in deep strokes. Jughead was
still stunned but also impressed, and rolled into a sitting position on the
floor, watching his father have his way with his best friend's hungry ass.

Fred still couldn't make out who the other figure was, but based on the
squad car in the alley, he knew it had to be Kevin's father, Sheriff
Keller. Fred stepped into the garage, pulled the door shut behind him, and
inched his way over to where Keller was standing. Fred could now see that
the sheriff had the fly of his uniform pants open and was stroking his own
significant erection as he watched the sex taking place on the couch in
front of him. As Fred approached, Keller noticed him, and then went back to
watching the fuck.

Feeling weirdly left out in this awkward, intergenerational scene, Fred
unzipped his work jeans once more and reached in to grab his own swollen
cock, which was fairly spent from shooting three big loads but still as
rock hard as he could remember ever feeling it in recent memory. He jerked
himself off for a minute, and then felt a surprise as Sheriff Keller
silently reached over to help out. The lawman's warm hand felt like a
soothing balm on Fred's raging boner, and after a moment, Fred reached over
to return the favor. He had never touched another cock before, and he hoped
he could make the sheriff feel as good as the sheriff was doing for
him. They continued stroking each other, wordlessly, as they kept their
eyes on the scene.

As FP continued his aggressive attack on Riverdale's all-time finest piece
of ass, his grunts of pleasure and exertion built into some nasty dialogue:
"Fuckin' whore boy, you love that cock..." he spat. "You fuckin'
whore. Such a good ass. You just want real men to fuck you all day and all
night long." He kept on pounding. "I feel all the cum in there. Nice lube
for my big dick. You're such a slut you probably don't even know how many
loads you took. Fuckin' cunt. You fuckin' need big cocks like this in you
all the time."

FP's banter produced a unique effect on each of the other men in the
room. Archie swooned-he loved taking Juggie's dad's monster cock,
especially when the older man put Archie in his place by telling him what a
whore he was. More than anyone, FP seemed to understand Archie's place and
his needs. Fred felt conflicted: he bristled at hearing verbal abuse
directed toward his only son, but it also turned him on greatly, and he now
knew that all of the things FP was saying about Archie were true. His son
was a whore, and he did probably take so many cocks and loads he lost
count. Keller, the strong silent type, jerked off even faster; he liked
tag-teaming Archie with FP because he liked hearing the biker daddy express
all the things Keller himself couldn't say. And Jughead-well, Jughead liked
dirty talk in any of its forms, and so hearing it come from his father's
mouth was a new experience, but not, it turns out, an unwelcome one.

FP turned his head suddenly and said to his son in a commanding voice:
"Juggie, fuck his mouth."

Jughead stood right away, and positioned himself on the back of the sofa so
he could feed his giant, dripping hard-on into Archie's pretty face. Archie
swallowed him whole and did his best to deep-throat his best friend while
continuing to take the ravages of FP's hard fucking.

Seeing his son participate in fucking Archie at both ends with him pushed
FP over the edge. He let out a whoop and blew a mind-shattering load up
into the hot jock's hungry tunnel. Archie's ass milked his cock for every
last drop. Then FP withdrew, and a big spurt of his load emerged from the
redhead's winking pucker. It started running down his ass cheek toward his
left leg, until Keller stepped in, used the tip of his big cut cock to mop
it up, and then pushed right into Archie's hole and resumed the group's
non-fucking.

Archie was in heaven. His head was filled with the aroma of his best
friend's crotch, and he loved tasting the ass scent and dried cum that was
caked on Jughead's cockhead and in his pubes. He choked back sobs of pure
joy as he did his best to make oral love to the lanky boy's sweet cock
while continuing to accept the sheriff from behind. Keller didn't fuck as
hard as FP and his cock wasn't as thick, but it was plenty long, and it
filled him completely as it plunged in and out of his hard, round,
well-muscled rear end.

Fred naturally wondered what would come next. There was only one person in
the room, it seemed, who had not yet taken a turn on the delicious bottom
who was so willingly offering up his anal services. That this bottom was
his own son, however, was a potentially troubling fact. He wondered how it
could possibly play out. No amount of cognitive dissonance, it seemed,
could make him not notice it was Archie who would be giving him pleasure,
if he indeed stepped in to take his turn with the rest of their makeshift
team.

Keller shot his wad, and retreated back to stand next to Fred Andrews once
again. Archie's dad took a deep breath. It was time to decide. Keller, who
was catching his own breath after such an intense fuck, seemed to detect
Fred's reticence, and offered a word of encouragement, in the form of a
very soft whisper, inaudible to the rest of the group. He said: "If it
helps...I do this to Kevin sometimes, too. They need it. It's all good."

Fred took another look at Archie's upturned ass. It was covered in loads,
and cum seeped out of it at a steady flow. The boy's jeans were still on
him, gathered at his ankles, and his football sweatshirt was still around
his neck, simply pushed up to expose his sexy back and ass. Archie was
taking a break from blowing Jughead and used both hands instead to continue
jerking off the monster cock, all the while moaning into the sofa
cushion. His moans didn't form words, but Fred knew what they meant. Archie
was longing to be filled once more. He was a true slut, insatiable. Just as
he'd told Fred earlier that evening, he needed cock, and he didn't care
whose it was, not ever. And right now he was begging, pleading for more.

Fred felt himself moving into position. He was thankful his son wasn't
looking at him. If their eyes met, he'd probably lose his nerve. Reaching
down, he pointed his cock at the boy's leaking hole, and felt its
suction. Before he realized it, he was buried up his balls, and it felt
incredible. He was doing it. He was fucking Archie, his own son.

"Oh-hh yes-ss..." came Archie's moans. "Do it, dad... oh god, yes... lease
fuck me... I need your cock..."

Fred grabbed Archie's hips, tentatively at first, but then as he felt the
lad bucking back toward him, he gripped them more firmly. His son's ass
beneath him felt like a wild bronco he needed to tame. But it also felt
like a revelation. He'd fucked a few men before, but it had been long ago;
college experimentation, queers he knew who would offer him blowjobs and
then sometimes finish him off by lowering their asses on his cock, so he
could shoot inside them. But he never touched them, kissed them,, blew them
back, or did anything else. They had just been holes to fuck, and now, all
these years later, he realized: That's all this was, too. These days, he
didn't have a sexual outlet-or so he'd thought. It turns out he did have
one, an easy one, and it was right under his own roof. Archie was addicted
to cock, and by fucking him, Fred was simply meeting both of their
needs. It didn't need to be any more complex than that.

Newly confident, he began taking bigger and bigger strides in and out. He
felt constantly on the verge of cumming, but he'd already shot quite a few
loads that day, and the fact was at his age, his cum reserve was not
exactly an endless supply. Still, it felt miraculous to have his cock
inside such a beautiful, tight hole.

Jughead was transfixed, and looking to shoot his load himself. Archie had
resumed his expert blowjob, and so the pretty misfit teen decided to
contribute some dirty talk of this own to help move things along. "Fuck
him, sir," he intoned. "Do it, Mr. Andrews. You know how bad he wants
it. Fuck Archie, Mr. Andrews. Fuck him hard. Fuck his hole."

This got all of them riled, and just as Fred was about to climax, Keller
and FP appeared on either side of him, avidly pulling on their own
dicks. As if part of a ceremony, the two bystanders both exploded at the
same time, covering Archie's naked back with long, sticky ropes of daddy
jism. That was enough to push Fred over the edge, and he lost control
inside Archie's ass, firing off several rounds of hot sperm-the same sperm,
as part of him unconsciously acknowledged, that had actually created the
bottom cockhound eighteen years before. Overcome with the intensity of the
scene, Jughead came a few second later, right into Archie's mouth and
throat, and the hot, hunky, horny redhead quarterback cumdump jock slut
drank it all down dutifully, as he simultaneously worked his hole to milk
all the cum he could from his father's spurting dick.

When they were done, Fred instinctively collapsed against his son's back,
feeling totally sated and spent. Jughead reclined with his back to the
garage wall, catching his own breath as he came down from the incredible
high. Archie, for his part, hadn't cum yet, and didn't want to disrupt his
tops' relaxation-but Fred's cock was still semi-hard inside him, so Archie
reached down to his own cock and pulled it several times, thinking about
how good it felt to have his dad and Juggie in him at either end, and
within a few seconds his load was shooting onto sofa cushions, the same
spot where he'd shot countless loads before.

By the time the trio looked up, Keller and FP were long gone. Fred, Archie,
and Jughead took a moment to look at each other. None of them had anything
to say, but it was also obvious none of them had any regrets.

Without saying a word, they all three stood, made their way out of the
garage and across the yard to the kitchen, where Fred closed up the house
for the night, switching off lights and locking the back kitchen door
before following his son and his friend up the stairs. Archie and Jughead
retreated to their room, and Fred to his. Just as he was falling asleep, he
heard them fucking, and realized that Jughead had promised Archie one final
load just before they were interrupted by the evening's impromptu second
gangbang. The realization of his son's true insatiability put a smile on
Fred's face, and he fell asleep with the feeling of satisfaction that he
was capable of providing everything for his family-whatever they needed,
all the time.

THE END (for now)

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