Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2018 18:00:43 +0000
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: sons-of-riverdale-2.txt

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 – Chapter 2

The bed wasn't very big, but Reggie Mantle was making it work. He knelt,
fully clothed, on the skinny mattress, with a cock in each hand. Attached
to the cocks were Tim and Harley, two guys who worked at his dad's car
dealership. Each month for a few years now, it was known that the top
salesman (and yes, they were all men) could arrange to come by the boss'
house to get head from his hot jock son. This month, it was a tie, so both
men came over. When he'd heard the doorbell, Reggie greeted them wordlessly
and without expression at the front door, and led them upstairs to his
bedroom, as he always did. It had briefly occurred to him that they'd have
more room in the master bedroom, but that would just be too weird.

He'd blown Tim before—tall guy with dark, slicked-back hair and a long,
skinny dick. Harley was new, a bit stockier, not as good-looking, but with
a shorter, fatter cock that still looked like a pretty good mouthful.

Both of them were total douchebags, like everyone else his dad
employed. And neither one was up the standards of beauty Reggie typically
applied to the men/boys and women/girls he fooled around with. But Reggie
and his dad were at odds constantly these days, it seemed, and sucking
these guys' cocks as a way of supporting the family business helped him
keep the peace and win his dad's favor, which generally led to decent
outcomes overall. This month, for example, it was getting him out of mowing
the lawn.

"Yeah, suck it, jock boy," Tim snarled, using his left hand to guide his
cock into Reggie's open mouth at the same time he rested his right hand on
the back of the teenager's preppy haircut. Both men were pantsless—their
dress slacks and boxers in two separate piles next to the bed—but they
still wore their button-down dress shirts, fully open, with crisp white
T-shirts underneath. Reggie allowed the one dude to fuck his throat for
several strokes as he continued jacking the other one's dick. Harley must
have liked the scene so far because Reggie could feel his cock gaining
extra hardness as he beat it off.

Before long, Harley summoned his aggression and pushed his coworker aside,
sliding his own cock into Reggie's pretty mouth. The teenager alternated
back and forth this way, a few good long sucks on one, and then the other,
coaxing them toward a gentle mutual climax—or so he thought, until he
heard Harley ask:

"So do we get to fuck him, too? Or is his mouth the only hole the boss lets
us take?"

Reggie peeked up at Tim, whose cock he happened to be sucking at that
moment, and knew the answer as soon as he saw the man's leer. "I dunno,"
Tim answered his coworker. "He didn't say NOT to fuck him..."

The truth was, most of the guys didn't think to do this—they were there
for some head, and that's that—but whenever one of them did show signs
of wanting his ass, Reggie usually let them go ahead and take the scene in
that direction. Again, it was just easier than resisting; he didn't want
any bad reports making it back to his dad. Also, Reggie liked feeling cocks
and loads up his ass. In the case of his dad's salesmen, it was typically a
positive experience as long as they did it doggie-style so he didn't have
to see their faces.

And so he dutifully spat out Tim's cock, tugged his pants down past his
knees, and got on all fours on his twin-sized bed, facing the pillow. He
kept himself positioned close enough to the wall that these two hopefully
wouldn't get the idea to fuck him at both ends. Not that that wasn't
typically a fun scene—it just wasn't what he wanted with these guys. He
pushed his head down on the pillow and reached back with both hands to
spread his tight cheeks, by way of invitation. Seconds later, the first
cock went in—it felt like it was probably Tim's, but who cares—and
now he was taking a fuck. Fine by Reggie; it gave his jaws a rest.  The
other nice thing about doggie style was that Reggie found it easy to just
relax and zone out. His hole had taken so many dicks over the recent months
that he didn't need to concentrate very much on the basics, like did it fit
okay, did it hurt, and so on. Instead, he could just let these guys do
their thing, and take a bit of a mental break until it was over. When he
looked at it this way, it was a pleasurable enough way to pass the
time. His mind drifted, thinking about the cute new girl at school, and
then about his homework, and then about the younger salesman who was last
month's top performer, who was new and actually pretty cute, even making
Reggie shoot a load into his hand just as the dude came down his slender
teen throat...

From his phone on the nightstand, the short buzz of an incoming text
message brought him back into focus. Reggie had a pretty solid business
hooking kids up with jingle-jangle, and most of his texts were related to
that, so he didn't like to put off responding, even when he was getting it
on. So, as the cock behind him continued to saw in and out, he stretched
over with one lean arm to fetch the phone and read the text.

The message was from Moose, one of his frequent customers, but it wasn't
about drugs. Something about an incident at Pop's, and now Archie's dad was
laid up at Riverdale General. Whoa, Reggie thought. That's pretty
intense. He didn't really know Mr. Andrews, but he seemed like a nice
enough guy. He texted back that he was busy but to let him know what else
happened. Then he set the phone back on the nightstand.

After that, he hoped the session with the salesmen would end fairly soon,
but it turns out these guys had some staying power. It was another
forty-five minutes before they both finally unloaded in their boss' son's
hole, zipped up, and left the Mantle house, and Reggie could call Moose
back. He deduced from Moose's breathless tone that his friend was getting
head as they talked, probably from either Kevin or Midge.

"Huh? What's a Black Hood?" Reggie asked, as Moose was filling him in on
the ordeal. Moose explained it's what the perp was wearing when he robbed
the diner and shot Fred Andrews. "Fuck, that's pretty intense," Reggie
said. He was pulling up his pants and rebuckling them, as both of the older
men's loads seeped out of his hole. "I'll go over to Archie's later on
tonight and make sure he's OK."

For some reason, he remembered right then that he had a black facemask in
his closet, from when he went snowmobiling in the winters with his
cousins. After hanging up with Moose, he went to find it, figuring maybe a
light prank would help lighten the mood when he saw his buddy Archie that
evening.

* * *

At the hospital, as his father lay unconscious but stable in a nearby room,
Archie sat with Sherriff Keller and was answering his questions. Nearby sat
Jughead and Betty, newly an item, and there to offer their mutual best
friend their moral support.  Keller was focused on the moments just before
the shooting took place. "Tell me, Archie," he said. "You say that after
the shot was fired, everyone else in the diner took off, but you stayed
behind. Why was that?"

"I had to make sure my dad was going to be OK," Archie replied.

He hoped the sheriff would accept that as the whole truth. Archie didn't
want to share the rest of what happened: how the Black Hood unzipped his
jeans, revealing a throbbing hard-on, and forcefully throat-fucked the
redheaded lad while Fred—bleeding and barely conscious—lay on the
diner floor and watched. The villain must have been close to orgasm
throughout the entire encounter, because he came in Archie's choking mouth
lightning fast—faster than just about any blowjob the boy had previously
given. Archie didn't want Sheriff Keller knowing how ashamed he was for
delaying aid to his father because of a cock: one that he was at first
shocked to see, but then ended up filling his hungry, slutty mouth with
cum.

The sheriff seemed fine for the moment with Archie's answer. "OK, Archie,
that should do for now," he said. "If you think of anything else you want
to tell me about what happened, just let me know."

Keller chose his words carefully: Anything you WANT to tell me. He
suspected, based on evidence at the scene and the smell of cum on Archie's
breath, that there had been sexual contact between the boy and the perp,
but it didn't seem vital to the immediate case of trying to track down the
shooter's identity. Andrews was certain to pull through at this point. He'd
question the father later and get the full story at that time.

The door swung open, and Doc Masters entered. "I'm just going to check on
our patient," he said, crossing to the entrance to Fred's ICU chamber.

Archie watched the doctor with two thoughts. The first was: I'm glad my
dad's getting the medical care he needs. He's a good man and I can't stand
the idea of losing him. The second thought was: Doc Masters is a total
stud. What haven't I noticed that before? I want to get his black cock
inside me soon. Or maybe he'd even had it already. It was hard to see all
the faces at some of the local gangbangs he'd taken part in, but he knew
he'd spotted a few anonymous black dicks here and there making their way
into his mouth and ass...

Betty's voice brought him back to reality. "Sheriff," she asked, "do you
think this attack is connected to what happened to poor Mrs. Grundy?"
Archie bristled at the mention of his former teacher's name. It was another
secret he was bound to keep, at least for a while longer.

Keller shook his head. "No. It was two crimes with different weapons, and
they happened in different towns. I doubt they could be connected."

Jughead rolled his eyes at Archie, as if to ask: How dense could this guy
possibly be? Of course they were connected. He looked back at Betty,
though, and saw she was nodding at the sheriff's answer. This was the first
moment, but not the last, when Jughead suspected his new girlfriend might
not yield quite the intellectual horsepower he had initially credited her
for. But it didn't matter, he decided, as long as he continued getting what
he needed sexually from Archie and others on the side.

"Well, whoever it is, I'm going to find him," Archie resolved in a cold
voice. "The Black Hood isn't going anywhere. We'll find him and bring him
to justice."

"Yes, well, Archie..." the sheriff stammered. "That's MY job, actually. But
I understand your concern."

Shortly following, Keller excused himself to take a call in the
hallway. Jughead took this moment to say to Archie that he should maybe go
home for a while, and get some rest. "I'll stop over later, I promise," he
told his friend. Archie resisted the idea at first, but finally
relented. He looked through the glass of the ICU chamber at both his dad
and Dr. Masters before saying goodbye to his friends and exiting the
hospital.

As he walked along, his stride gained purpose and determination. He meant
what he'd said: He wanted to know the identity of the Black Hood, and he
wouldn't rest until he found him. And not only because he owed it to his
father; he had other reasons, as well. He also wanted to find the man again
so they could finish what they started. That is to say—Archie wanted
more of the Black Hood's big cock. He'd only sampled it for a few seconds,
but it was one of the biggest and tastiest he'd ever had in his mouth, in
Riverdale or anywhere else. Whoever it belonged to, he was hooked.

* * *

"And how's the patient feeling now?" Doc Masters asked, jovial and sexy, as
he noticed the handsome, lanky man in the hospital bed was currently
awake. Setting down his clipboard on a nearby table, he walked to the glass
partition wall facing the adjacent room and pulled the gauze curtain across
it from end to end.

Fred Andrews was indeed conscious. The pain meds were sufficient to make
his gunshot wound more than manageable. Above all, he was horny as
fuck. He'd been waiting more than an hour for Jughead and that birdbrain
Betty to clear out of the next room so he could have some privacy with the
doctor, who had also for the past several months been his furtive, down-low
supplier of tasty black dick.

"God, I thought the sheriff and those two would never fuckin' leave," he
said to the Masters. "Come over here and give me what you know I want."
The doctor smiled and approached the hospital bed, unzipping his slacks to
let out his giant ebony bone. "Gotta make this quick, Fred," he
muttered. "The nurses will do a bed check in about ten minutes."

"That's all the time I need, I'm sure," Fred replied, reaching over to
clutch the doc's cock and guide it toward his mouth. The strain of moving
into cocksucking position caused the tenderness in his abdomen to flare up,
but it was worth it to get what he was craving.

At first he got in just the tip, swirling his tongue around the bulbous
head and making his handsome top shiver with familiar anticipation. Doc
Masters knew Fred to be a talented blowjob practitioner, and frequently
made use of this knowledge by stopping by his construction trailer for some
quick head, or inviting him to the after-church basement parties he hosted
most Sundays at his house.

Hungry for more, Fred pushed himself to lean in further, allowing Masters
to use Fred's lips as a fuck hole and sink his big black cock all the way
in so the tip of it touched the opening to Fred's throat. Then Fred held
that position, letting the doctor go ahead and throat-fuck him, first at a
leisurely pace, then building to a sexy crescendo, with the promise of the
tasty deposit he'd learned to love so much. Sure enough, right around the
time fatigue was setting in and the force field of the pain meds was
overcome by the need to return to a reclined, relaxed position—Doc
Masters shot his load, goopy and delicious, into Fred's mouth.

"Aoi-ii-i-yiii..." Masters yelped, trying not to make a lot of noise but
obviously savoring the release.

Fred swallowed all the cum and used his last bit of strength to keep his
mouth on the cock a moment longer, using his tongue to lather the doc's
jizz around the gradually shrinking shaft. Then he relented to his own
physical needs, spitting out the cock and lying back on the bed, out of
breath.

"Thanks, doc," he panted.

Masters was zipping up his fly and brushing out the pleats in his white
coat, created when he pushed it aside for this little interlude. He glanced
at his patient and grinned as he saw a thin stream of cum running out of
Fred's mouth. Dutifully, he took a paper towel from the dispenser at the
nearby sink, walked back over to Fred, and used the towel to gently wipe
his cocksucker's face clean.

"Now, that should take care of your needs for the next hour or two," he
said officiously, as if he were explaining the effects of a pharmaceutical
treatment he'd just administered. "Following that," he added with a wink,
"I'll have to check back and see how you're doing."

* * *

An hour later, Archie was back at his house, cleaning up a few plates in
the kitchen. It was mid-afternoon by now, later in the same day that his
horrific and strangely erotic encounter with the Black Mask at Pop's. A
mile away, he house felt eerily empty without his dad there.

Upon arriving home, Archie stripped off his grimy T-shirt and blood-soaked
jeans. His dick made a tent in his boxers as he paraded around, trying to
decide what needed to happen next. His father needed his family around him,
along with some basic necessities like a change of clean clothes for when
he was ultimately released from the hospital. The elder Keller needed help
tracking down the perpetrator of the day's events, because the sheriff
obviously lacked the competence to find the Black Mask on his own. And yet,
Archie's horniness made sexual release the most dire imperative at the
moment. Ever since his momentary, brutal face fucking in the diner, all he
could think about was getting cock.

Then he remembered Veronica was on he way over soon to walk the dog,
Vegas. Girlfriends like V were great, but they were always trying to be
helpful and getting in the way. She had already signaled that she knew
about Archie's proclivities with other men and boys—she told him,
"Whatever you need to do or explore...I support you"—but still, he
stopped short of sharing with her the tawdry details of how he got what he
truly needed. For example, she didn't know the back story of how Vegas got
his name: The dog was a prize he got in Las Vegas when, unbeknownst to his
father at the time, Archie whored out his own ass all night in a hotel room
to cover some gambling debts Fred had accrued earlier in the trip. Now that
his secret life was out in the open around their house, Archie had shared
that full story with his dad recently, and they even discussed making a
return trip to help defray some of Fred's recent debts and expenses.

So, with V coming over soon, he had to act fast. The vibrator in the garage
seemed like the best available option. He and Fred had rigged an ass-level
mount for the toy so Archie could attach it to the garage wall and
comfortably back up onto it, reaming himself pleasurably while he kept busy
with his hands and mouth doing whatever to whomever, or doing other tasks
like his homework, or simply pleasuring himself.

But as he headed for the back door of the kitchen, he heard a car pull
up. Peeking out, he saw it wasn't one that he recognized. He waited a
moment, puzzled, until the visitor approached the front door and rang the
bell. When he opened it, he saw a familiar but unexpected face: Dilton
Doyle, holding a box in both hands.

"Dilton," he said, surprised. "Uh...what's up, buddy?"

"I have something you might be able to use," Dilton told him. "Can I come
inside?"

Archie let him in, shutting the front door behind them. Dilton entered the
living room, set the box on the table, and opened it, rummaging through
some packaging to reveal a medium-sized handgun.

"I heard about what happened at the diner today," he told Archie, who
stared in awe at the weapon. "And I overheard some of the guys saying you
might be looking for a weapon."

It was true. Some of the varsity players had stopped by the hospital to
show support, and the starting up of a vigilante group was discussed,
feeding off Archie's wrath and determination to find the man who'd shot his
father (and fucked Archie's throat). In that group, Archie shared that
obtaining a gun would be necessary—only, he had no idea how to get
one. Now, a few hours later, here was the solution, right before his eyes.

"Wow," he said. "That's perfect, Dilton. But how...where did you get it?"

Dilton shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I'm a resourceful guy. Once a scout,
always a scout, right?" Then he flashed Archie a dirty smile, and lowered
his voice. "What matters is how I want you to repay me." He took a step
toward Archie, while at the same time reaching down and cupping the bulge
in his own pants. "I'm sick of hearing all the rumors about Archie
Andrews. You're so fuckin' hot, Archie. I want to get me some of that juicy
goodness. I think about your hot body all the fuckin' time."

Archie quizzically regarded his classmate. Dilton had always struck him as
nerdy, but in a cute way. Besides, when it came to taking dicks up his ass,
Archie was hardly particular these days. To score something as illicit as a
firearm, this exchange was one of the easiest transactions he could have
imagined.

"Well yeah, Dilton," he replied. "I was just about to dildo-fuck myself
anyway. I can take your cock and load up my ass any time you want. Like
right now, if you have a few minutes. All you had to do was ask."

But Dilton was shaking his head. "I know you're the big jock powerbottom
around here," he countered, "but the thing is I really like dick myself,
and I don't really top. I want you inside me, fucking my sweet ass..."

Archie blinked, calculating. Hm...this was an awkward pivot. It's not like
Archie didn't know how to put his dick in a guy's ass, but he really, truly
wasn't in the mood to top right now. Dilton would have to content himself
with getting Archie's cock orally. It wasn't ideal, but what mattered most
was getting off, and if he had to do it in Dilton Doyle's mouth, so be
it. Plus, he needed a gun, so he was willing to make it work.

Recognizing a fellow bottom's need for anal stimulation, he considered the
available artificial options. He didn't really want to share his garage
vibe toy, not now. Luckily, he had a stash of similar goodies upstairs in a
box underneath his bed. "Tell you what," he told Dilton. "I really need a
shower right now. Why don't I have fun in the shower with me? You can get
off with one of my toys while you suck my cock."

The nerdy boy agreed, and sixty second later, Archie's boxers were on the
bedroom floor next to the open toybox, with Dilton's clothing in a pile
nearby, and his glasses on Archie's nightstand. In the shower, the
redhaired stud showed Dilton how to attach the medium-sized substitute cock
to the tile wall along the back of the shower using the suction cup
attached to it. Soon he was feeding his cock to Dilton's cute mouth while
watching the naked boy rock happily back and forth, fucking himself on the
borrowed dildo. It was actually a pleasant sight to behold. Archie rested
his hands on Dilton's head of mousey hair and relaxed against the opposite
shower wall, enjoying his blowjob and preparing to shoot his load.

But a few minutes later, he was interrupted again. It was just going to be
one of those days, he decided.

The shower curtain was torn back, and standing before him was the nude
profile of his girlfriend, Veronica. She must have arrived, heard the
shower running, and then clearly gotten some romantic idea to strip down
and surprise him there, presuming he was alone. But he wasn't alone. Her
facial expression went from seductress to interloper, as she reconciled the
image of her beloved boyfriend, handsome and nude himself, lazily
throat-fucking another boy from their school. She was shocked, but not
surprised—if that could possibly make sense. Archie looked surprised at
first also, but then offered a conciliatory smirk. I mean, he figured, it's
not like she didn't know stuff like this was going on.

Veronica was embarrassed, but Archie was right, she understood. With as
much dignity as she could muster, she reached for a towel and began
wrapping herself in it. "As you were, boys," she
sighed. "Archie-kins...I'll just wait for you downstairs."

Archie pulled the shower curtain back shut again, and returned his focus to
the job at hand. Dilton didn't seem to even register that the interruption
had taken place. He continued performing an excellent service on him—and
Archie had to admit, the boy showed promise. Then again, he knew Dilton had
admitted to having a crush, so this was probably his shining moment:
showing up horny at the hot jock's house, and pleasuring him in the shower
alone. As he watched the energy with which Dalton also fucked his own ass
on Archie's well-used toy, he felt empathy once again for the boy, who
showed all evidence of being just as much of a hungry cockhound as Archie
was himself. And at that moment, he knew what he could do to make the lad's
ultimate experience even that much better. Just this once...

"OK Dilton," Archie said abruptly, withdrawing his cock from Dilton's mouth
before it got to its imminent point of no return. "Take that toy out and
turn around."

It took Dilton less than a second to acknowledge what was being
offered. Hastily, he dislodged the dildo from behind, spun around, and
pushed his ass up eagerly to receive the fucking from his stud-god it had
always craved. "Yes Archie..." he seethed. "Oh fuck, yeah...fuck me... I
wanted this for so fuckin' long."

His ego sufficiently gratified, and being just about ready to explode
anyway from all of the mental and physical stimulation, Archie grabbed the
boy's slender hips in his strong hands and pushed his dick into Dilton's
hole. It sank in fully on the first thrust. Archie was impressed. This kid
was no virgin, and his ass was clearly primed to receive Archie's hot jock
meat in its entirety.

It had been a little while since he'd been balls-deep in any hole besides
Veronica's, so he decided to just enjoy himself and took it at a leisurely
pace. He heard Dilton give out a cute little moan every time the tip of
Archie's dick penetrated him at maximum depth. The rhythm of thrusting and
moaning felt relaxing against the background sound of the shower spray
falling on both their bodies. Shower sex wasn't Archie's favorite thing
overall but this session was one he discovered he was especially primed to
enjoy.  Dilton, meanwhile, was in heaven. He'd longed for Archie Andrews to
jump his bones since the start of the school year, when the football stud
had shown up completely buff and ripped from his growth spurt and workouts
over the summer. For weeks and months after that he'd heard the stories
being whispered about the redhaired stud's sexual proclivities. Dilton beat
off every morning and night to thoughts of getting fucked—by all the
jocks at school, but Archie in particular. Now his number one fantasy was
coming true.

Archie fucked him harder than most of the tops he'd met so far. Other than
a few trips to the local truck stop where he quickly learned how to bend
over at glory holes and take anonymous cock up his ass, most of his
experimentation had been with a couple of the other nerdy boys at
school. They practiced on each other, and they all had good-sized dicks,
but if Dilton had one complaint, it was that they rarely took the time to
truly open up the throttle and pound his fine, hard little butt the way it
deserved to be pounded.

But not today. Archie continued to hammer away, and Dilton's eyes literally
crossed as an involuntary reaction to the pleasure. Over time, the pace
quickened, and the bottom's moans truncated into tiny, staccato yelps. "Are
you going to cum inside me?" Dilton asked, whimpering. He wasn't too proud
to beg for it. It was another dimension of the whole gay sex experience
that enticed him from the first time it occurred, and now he was getting
hooked. So, not only was he turned on by fulfilling his Archie
fantasy—he also craved cum so bad inside his ass, he was practically
going out of his mind. Besides, he'd learned in his experience so far that
guys generally liked it when a good bottom like him verbalized this
desire. He liked asking, too.

"Fuckin' right I am..." Archie growled. It was like he could both feel and
visualize the pent-up load of sperm inside him making its way from his
balls and slow rising up to the tip of his cock. With a deep, loud wail, he
froze himself deep in Dilton's ass and erupted, coating the grateful boy's
insides with his spooge.

Holding himself there, he continued twitching for a while afterwards, on
his tip-toes, relishing the act of spitting his last few drops of seed into
Dilton's ready butt. Then he gradually eased himself back down and
withdrew. Silently, the two boys finished washing up in the shower, and by
the time they got out, Dilton had transformed from confident sex buddy back
to his regular egghead self.

"Uh, hey Arch," he stammered, clearing his throat. "You know...uh, if you
ever want..."

"To do this again?" Archie finished for him. "Yeah, I don't know...it's not
really my typical scene."

"No," Dilton said, "I was going to ask you something else. I...uh, I've
started collecting my loads. In a jar. I'm kinda perving out on it." The
boy was so shy he couldn't quite look Archie in the eye, even though they'd
just fucked. "I'm just kinda fascinated by cum, and I hear..." He let his
voice trail off.

Archie gave him a second to continue, then asked: "Uh, what is it, exactly?
You've heard what?"

Dilton sighed, trying to summon his courage. "That you like it too. Cum, I
mean. In your ass."

Archie still wasn't following. "Well yeah, Dilton, I do. But what are
you..."

"I've got a big jar of cum at home," Dilton finally blurted out. "Mine, and
other guys'. I was just saying, I put some of it in my ass sometimes...when
I'm...you know...and I'm just saying, if you ever want some to put in
yours...just let me know. It's cool," he added, feebly, and then slowly
looked up at Archie's reaction.

Archie offered a raised brow and a parted-lips half-smile,
incredulous. "I...uh, hmmm. Yeah, wow." He wanted to laugh, but he didn't
want to seem scornful. Plus, it was weird, but it was also kind of
hot. "Jesus, Doily, that's pretty twisted. And this is ME talking." He
noticed Dilton start to blush, and hastily added: "But
yeah. Sure. Sometime. I'll let you know."

Relieved, Dilton flashed a quick smile and then disappeared, and Archie got
ready to go downstairs and join his girlfriend. On the stairs, he shook his
head and chuckled again at the discovery of Dilton's weird little
fetish. Once again, Riverdale was a place where people maintained some
pretty intense secrets, and he was pleased to know he was hardly alone in
enjoying an active and wildly sexual private life.

* * *

Later that evening, Archie was in the kitchen, and Jughead was giving him
head. Both boys were fully clothed, and Archie stood leaning back slightly
against the kitchen table, so he could watch out the window for any
suspicious activity.  All lights in the house were turned off. At his side,
on the tabletop, was his baseball bat. Archie didn't really need a blowjob,
but Jughead certainly liked giving him one...this had become pretty much a
daily activity for the two of them, whether it led to Juggie fucking his
ass or not.

As Jughead slutted out on the redhead's big cock, Archie kept vigilant
watch. What happened to his dad that day could not have been a mere
coincidence. He was convinced the Black Hood might show up at their house
and try to cause more harm, and if that happened, he was going to be ready.

Suddenly he heard footsteps along the far edge of the driveway. Jughead
heard it too, and spat out his friend's dick. They both leapt to the
kitchen window and looked out. In the darkness, they could see a figure
dive into the bushed between the garage and the house, and it seemed like
it was starting to make its way toward them. Archie spun around to grab the
bat, but by the time he had it in his grip, the menacing figure was
standing at the door. Sure enough, he was tall, with green eyes peering out
through a black ski mask.

A few tense seconds went by as both boys in the kitchen prepared to defend
themselves against the intruder if he tried to attack them, or else chase
after him if he decided to run. But neither of these happened. Instead, the
tension was broken by a familiar laugh. The intruder pulled his mask up. It
was Reggie.

"You should see the looks on your faces right now," he said through the
screen door.

Both Archie and Jughead exhaled deeply, but Archie kept his firm grip on
the bat. "You fucker. We could have jumped you and beat the shit out of
you. Christ, I've got a fuckin' gun upstairs. You could have been killed!"
He raised his bat against the figure in the doorway. "Get in here. Right
now."

Reggie stopped laughing, and a moment later, opened the screen door and let
himself in.

"You stupid fuck," Archie continued. "You always take this shit too far. We
gotta teach you a lesson." He exchanged a look with Jughead, who had his
jeans open with his hardon hanging out, as he'd been beating himself off
while slobbering on his best friend's dick.

Jughead had been to enough initiations at the Whyte Wyrm to see where this
was headed. "Yeah, Reg, you fuckin' idiot. Get over here and blow me."

"Naw, you pussies. I'm not here for that..." Reggie started to laugh it
off, but Archie took another step toward him with the bat, and used his
free hand to grab Reggie by the collar and throw his lithe friend down to
his knees on the kitchen floor, directly in front of where Jughead was
standing.

"You heard him, Mantle," Archie growled. "Now, suck that cock."

Reggie had only raised the ski mask a little ways; most of it remained on
his head, like a stocking cap. Juggie spanked his giant dick against the
boy's thin, pretty lips and across the Asian features of his handsome
face. Reggie licked his lips, transfixed. It's not like he hadn't seen
Jughead's cock up close—the two of them had messed around plenty of
times over the years. But he was intimidated by the size of it, and
typically focused on getting head from his misfit friend and fucking him
with Reggie's own tool, which was respectable in size but nowhere near the
size of Juggie's.

"Suck it, you stupid jock fag," Jughead said, and in one motion, he pressed
himself between Reggie's barely parted lips and shoved his whole length
down into the boy's throat, choking him for a few seconds before mercifully
pulling partway back out.

Reggie continued to gag and wanted to protest, but he had too much cock in
his mouth to say anything intelligible. Soon the cock was going back down
his throat again and he had to focus on relaxing and using his best skills
to manage the sheer size and girth of Juggie's weapon.

As Jughead skull-fucked their classmate, Archie—whose jeans were
likewise still open from his interrupted interlude with Jughead against the
kitchen table, and who still kept the bat at his side as a weapon in case
of any actual intruders—took hold of his own dick and pleasured himself
at the sight of his spoiled rich friend getting put in his right place for
once. Reggie was hot, and god knows he was a reliable top (Archie had one
of Reggie's loads in him practically every single day for the previous
several weeks) but it felt good to see him on his knees for once, totally
submissive, on his knees in his black sweatpants, worshipping cock. Good
looks and jock attitude only went so far, and Reggie needed to be shown
that his peers' needs for gratification were ultimately more important than
the brat's snarky comments and inane pranks.

Jughead looked over at Archie and smiled. He knew Reggie to be a decent
cocksucker from the few times he'd attempted Juggie's dick in the past, and
he was glad to see, once his skills kicked in, that he hadn't fallen out of
practice. Maybe the rumors were true after all about Reggie being a fuck
toy for the guys who worked at his dad's car dealership. Not that proud
Reggie would ever own up to be such a common whore.

"Yeah, you got good," Jughead purred, fucking the boy's mouth more gently
now. "You've been practicing, I can tell. You're a little fuckin' slut who
just wants to suck men's cocks like this, all fuckin' day long."

Archie finally set the bat aside and approached the duo. "You think he's
got talent at both his holes?" he asked Jughead mischievously, stooping to
tug Reggie's sweatpants all the way down, exposing his crack. Archie licked
his right middle finger and sent it down there to feel around Reggie's
hole. "Oh yeah," he reported. "His cunt feels good and open. He's been
getting fucked down here, too. I can tell." Archie withdrew his finger,
sniffed it, and then licked.  "Mm-mm, I think there's even cum in there
right now."

Ever the cinematic thinker, Jughead instantly pictured Reggie on his back
on some bed somewhere, legs raised, taking cock after cock in his boy pussy
like a little bitch. It was too much, and he suddenly felt like he was
going to cum.  "Spit it out," he commanded. If he was going to shoot, it
would be in Reggie's ass.

Reluctantly, Reggie expelled the huge cock from his mouth. The other two
spun him around, and how he was face-to-face with Archie's throbbing
cock—not as imposing as Jughead's but still impressive and (he knew, of
course) totally delicious as well. Without waiting to be ordered this time,
he immediately covered the bulbous head with his tender mouth and started
ministering to the hot redhead's needs, while also reaching back to hold
his ass partly open for what promised to be a sizable intrusion. He'd never
been fucked by Jughead, nor by any cock as big as the one that Jughead was
about to put inside him. He was now glad the scene with his dad's salesmen
that afternoon had proceeded as it had, stretching his hole open a bit and
priming it with a few nice loads of sticky cum as lube.

Jughead once again slapped his hard-on against Reggie's brown skin, this
time on the cheeks of his perky ass. Then he lined up his engorged cock
with Reggie's crack and plunged right in, ignoring the boy's long groan of
initial discomfort. He gripped Reggie's hips and thrusted mechanically in
and out, punishing the cocky boy with a nice, hard fucking from a giant
dick. Of course, it probably wasn't punishment at all for a whore like
Reggie, but it felt good anyway...he'd endured a lot of taunting from
Reggie and his dumb jock friends in years past, before they all started
messing around. This was payback time.

The two best friends continued railing in and out of their black-clad prey
at both ends, giving Reggie a good spit-roasting, until it was time to
defile him further with their cum. At the same moment, they both pulled out
of Reggie's hole, and Jughead scrambled around to huddle next to Archie as
they both painted their classmate's upturned, hungry face with ropes of
jizz. The cum went everywhere—on the ski mask, in Reggie's closed
eyelids, his ears, up and down his cheeks, into his nose, and—as much as
he could direct it—into his mouth, where he relished his new role as a
submissive slut, eagerly swallowing the cum they shot on him, licking his
own lips to get more of it, and finally taking each boy back into his
mouth, one at a time, so he could eat even more of their delicious juices
and suck both of their beautiful cocks totally clean.

* * *

While midnight shenanigans were going down in the Andrews kitchen, a
decidedly more glum Kevin Keller was strolling the path leading into Fox
Forest. Most nights when he'd find himself down here, his mood was
upbeat—horny and happy, he'd enjoy the game of smiling and making eye
contact with the cute dudes he ran into, and tracking the ones who seemed
sexually interested so they could disappear together for a little fun. On a
typical evening in the woods, he would start off by happily sucking two or
three cocks, and whichever one seemed the most appealing he'd take up his
ass while he continued to work the others.

But lately he felt more morose, and his activities reflected it. The
distance he felt from his erstwhile boyfriend, Moose, and the recent sexual
tension he felt with his own dad, the sheriff, had him feeling confused and
out of sorts, and his encounters in the woods had become more desperate as
a result. He no longer felt like the confident, randy lad seeking pleasure;
now, he felt more like a mere sexual object, needing to take cocks and
loads inside him, persistently and obsessively, as a way of validating his
purpose and soothing his emotional pain. At the woods, he generally skipped
the traditional "chase" and took on the first guy he found, foregoing
preliminaries to simply drop his shorts and bend over for the fuck. He
didn't care at all who was screwing him—old or young, good looking or
not; as long they wanted his ass, he felt grateful for the affection...at
least momentarily, but then when they were finished and he took the latest
of however many countless loads of the night into his male cunt, the
emptiness filled him again and he just needed more. The selection of fellow
cruisers grew insufficient for his needs, and he took to posting ads on
Grind'em and Redstatemeat for guys to meet him there and help gangbang his
needy hole. In the past few nights, he'd felt between forty and fifty loads
total go up his ass in the woods. And it still wasn't enough.

Tonight he'd done the same. He'd placed his usual ad—Horny jock teen
slut btm taking all loads, tonight in Fox Forest—and then waited a few
hours until sundown so his intended guys had plenty of time to see it. The
anticipation gave him a raging hardon, as it always did, but at the same
time, he couldn't shake his troubles from his mind. Moose, the closet case,
was spending more time these days with Midge, and less time fucking and
getting fucked by Kevin and the other guys. Worse, Sheriff Keller, with
whom Kevin had established pattern of undiscussed but fairly regular
incestuous fucking, had been abstaining of late, opting not to fuck his son
even when the other deputies were there for their usual fun, when they
typically encouraged the sheriff to join in. Kevin couldn't account for the
change in his dad's behavior, and it wasn't a topic they talked about
easily, so he didn't feel he ask Sheriff Keller the reasons why this change
occurred.

He reached the entrance to the woods. It was dark, but he could already see
several figures hovering along the path and in the trees nearby. With a
deep breath, Kevin did a mental check to make sure he was ready. He'd spent
a half hour or so lubing himself and using a big dildo on his ass, back at
the house. He wanted to be prepared for any cocks going inside him that
were especially thick. The big ones were ultimately the best when he got
like this, because the intensity of taking a massive dick helped purge his
mind all the better of these ongoing dark, self-pitying thoughts.

"He's here," he heard one of them whisper. Kevin realized he was getting
very popular in these woods of late, so it wasn't a surprise to him that
others recognized him. In fact, he hoped that most or all of the guys who'd
fucked him the previous few evenings would be back again tonight, as their
numbers would hopefully help to supplement the dozens of new responses he'd
had to his ad, and the sex could continue even longer into the night,
giving his ass even more much-needed attention, filling him up with more
loads.

Not wasting a minute, he stopped and took his first few cocks of the night
right there on the path. The first guy he met had his sweatpants pulled
down and was jerking a respectable-sized tool, so Kevin knelt and sucked it
briefly before lowering his own shorts, turning around, and taking the
stranger's fuck. When that guy finished, two more took their turns. Kevin
never saw their faces, which was fine. On his knees on the gravel path in
the darkness, he was content for them, whoever they were, to just use his
ass and walk away.

After taking those initial loads, one of the guys wisely suggested they
take the party elsewhere, to avoid easy detection by any innocent
passersby. Standing up, Kevin looked around briefly to get an approximate
nose count. His eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness now, and he made
out at least twenty men standing around him, with undoubtedly more hidden
away nearby, and hopefully more on their way.

Kevin led them the group through some brambles to a clearing. This was one
of his favorite spots, because it had the trunks of a few old trees at the
center, and the diameters were significant enough that they formed the
right size platforms for him or other guys to lie back on. He removed his
shorts and tucked them into a hole in the side of the tree trunk that he
always used for this purpose. It was a cool night, so for now, he left his
t-shirt on. He knew the tops would like it when he did this anyway, as the
light color of the tight shirt made it easier to see the contours of his
sexy chest muscles ripple in the moonlight as they fucked his hole.

Once positioned on the tree trunk, he raised his legs, and his ass was open
for business once more. In the few seconds it took for the next guy to step
up and insert, Kevin felt the familiar trickle of previous loads seeping
out and running down his ass cheek to one side. He reached down with one
hand to quickly swipe a bit of it and bring the nectar to his lips, lapping
it off his fingers as a quick pick-me-up to keep him going.

In that position, the first dick inside him felt like a monster...in a good
way, of course. It slammed into his ass directly and didn't stop until it
bottomed out. Kevin vaguely recognized the top it belonged to. It was a
handsome middle-aged guy he'd seen before at some of Doc Master's Sunday
sex parties, and also a time or two here in the woods. Whoever he was, he
had a memorable dick, very thick and probably a full twelve inches
long. Kevin's eyes fluttered shut and he started moaning softly as the cock
passed in and out of his aching hole. This was exactly what he wanted—to
get fucked deep and hard by big dicks, all night long if possible. He was a
total teen jock slut who lived for taking cocks and loads up his hot,
muscular butt.

The night proceeded this way for over an hour with Kevin holding that
position, on his back with his slim, muscle legs raised skyward. His ass
was so talented and experienced that no one top lasted longer than a minute
or two inside him, and throughout that time, his hole was never unfilled
for longer than the time it took for one guy to pull out and the next one
to take his turn. By a little quick math, he determined he was well on his
way to getting more cum up his ass in his first hour that night than he'd
gotten the previous two evenings combined, and based on attendance, he was
pretty sure it would go way beyond that. Good. He relaxed a bit, satisfied
that he could safely just tune out and forget his problems, content that
his hole was getting nonstop blasting with fat cocks and sticky loads it
craved.

After a bit longer on his back, he decided to change it up, mostly so he
could get in a better position to suck cock. He had noticed a lot of the
guys around him trading blowjobs as they waited their turns, and some of
them were even fucking. To him, this wasn't ideal—he wanted those cocks
and loads all to himself. He didn't want to pass up any chance to take
cocks inside him that might otherwise be getting off in other men's
holes. In this way, Kevin was a truly greedy slut, and putting his mouth to
work as well as his talented ass would hopefully help draw more of the
stragglers over to the center of the action.

So he got on his knees the next chance he got, taking the nearest cock into
his mouth while presenting his well-fucked, cum-juiced muscular ass for the
next pleasure seeker in line. For the previous hour, he'd enjoyed looking
up at the men as they fucked him, seeing their faces, even the ones who
weren't as good-looking as he usually liked...for some reason, getting
fucked by a few random anonymous ugly dudes made the whole scene even more
satisfying and depraved. Now, he only saw the cocks he was sucking, his
nose pressed deep into each stranger's crotch as his neck muscles strained
to perform bobbing motions on every tool presented to him. Between this
vantage point and the forest darkness, he couldn't see much at all, and
that was fine, too. As long as his ass was full and receiving dick, he was
content with the situation.

At one point his mind flashed back to a night he'd spent in a local man's
basement, a few weeks previous, where Kevin had sat in a sling and taken
multiple cocks from strangers all night long. After that evening, the host
(who had videoed and replayed the scene for his own pleasure) texted Kevin
that he counted a total of 71 loads the young bottom had taken anally. At
the time, Kevin was pretty sure this was an all-time record for him,
although he couldn't say for sure—there had been slutty nights prior to
that where nobody counted. Regardless, he was pretty sure that record was
going to be broken on the current evening.

And he was right. Kevin didn't leave Fox Forest until after 2 a.m. that
night, after a total of more than five hours of constant fucking. His teen
gay ass had never been so sore and so full. Walking home, every step
plunged a bit of cum out of his ass, sending trickles of it down his leg,
each time his left or right foot hit the pavement. He felt a revelation
pass over him—that his plan had worked, mostly, and the sadness he felt
about his situation had lifted. He had exorcised his depression and
distress in the best way he knew how.

* * *

Just a few hours later, he was standing at Betty's locker as they got ready
for their homeroom class, filling her in on the night's events. He felt
glad he had a friend like her to confide in, even when she was occasionally
clueless or judgemental.

"It was such a great feeling afterwards," he told her, recapping the scene
in the woods. "I was exhausted, but I truly felt better." He smiled. "It
turns out good old-fashioned piggy sex was the cure for my blues."

Betty halted and blinked at her friend. "Wait. You had sex with a pig?" she
responded, alarmed.

Kevin cringed. There were times when her naivety was less than
adorable. "No, Betty," he explained. "It's just called piggy sex. Lots of
men together, doing whatever they want. And usually one guy, like me, in
the middle, taking cocks at both ends from all of the others."

"Oh."

* * *

Meanwhile, across town at Southside High, Jughead was feeling satisfaction
in his own ass as he exited the office of The Red and The Black, the
student newspaper he'd recently joined up with having just relocated to the
school. The student advisor was the English teacher, Mr. Phillips, a foxy
stud who Juggie already happened to know as "Sugarman" from his dealings
with the other Serpents at the Whyte Wyrm, as well as some of the Ghoulies
Jughead knew, who dealt regularly with the teacher as a distributor for
their drugs.

As soon as Jughead joined the paper, Mr. Phillips made it known that he
wanted Jughead to be his "inside man" at the school, a student go-between
for his activities. Jughead discussed it with his dad, FP, who was fresh
out of prison and looking for ways to regain his family's power. FP told
his son to leverage his unique position (student and Serpent) to his best
advantage.

So Jughead told Mr. Phillips he was happy to work with him, as long as
Mr. Phillips would let Jughead suck his cock and take it up his ass
whenever he wanted. Mr. Phillips was happy to agree, and now every day
before homeroom, the handsome, older stud fed his dick to Jughead at both
ends, right there in the office. Jughead would start out on his knees,
fully clothed including his goofy cap, and open the teacher's pants to suck
his eight-inch cock for a while; and then, just as Phillips was about to
cum, the boy would stand up and bend over the layout table, yanking his own
pants down just enough to give access. Next, he'd feel the warm, strong
hands of the student advisor on his cheeks, followed by his cock pressing
gently but persistently inside. He'd fuck Jughead silently for five or ten
minutes, then shoot his load in the young man's ass, after which they'd
both zip up and get on with their day.

On this particular day, Jughead was especially happy, because in addition
to taking a load off Mr. Phillips, he'd gotten Archie to face-fuck him that
morning in Archie's bedroom, and he'd even taken the redhaired stud's load
in his mouth. Something was going on with Archie lately—despite his
reputation as a slutty bottom, he seemed to be taking charge in more
situations, and acting more like a versatile top. Jughead sensed that
Archie's quest to find the Black Hood who'd shot his father was the
catalyst for this change, causing an awakening that made Archie feel more
powerful and forceful in all areas of his life.

Just then, he heard his name over the school's PA system. Jughead
Jones. Report to the office for a message. Puzzled, he detoured from
homeroom to the office, and when he arrived, the secretary handed him a
piece of paper. The note said:

From Archie. Meeting tonight with Red Circle at my house, 7:00pm.

With a knowing smirk, Jughead stuffed the note in his pocket and wandered
back to his first class of the day. This development only confirmed
Jughead's observation about his best friend's newfound bravado. Good ol'
Archie, always wanting to play the hero. There was a story to be written
about the need for vigilante justice in Riverdale, and Jughead knew he was
just the one to write it. However, knowing how easily Archie could be
distracted by available jock dick—and increasingly, so was Jughead
himself—he wondered what direction the Red Circle meeting would actually
take.

* * *

Reggie walked down the tree-lined street toward the Andrews house. His ass
was still sore from his last visit, the previous evening, when Archie and
Jughead had their way with him following his stupid prank. He regretted
scaring his friends into thinking they were in danger. But he didn't regret
their reaction. He had known for a while that he craved being
dominated. He'd gotten a few girls to tie him up but none of them were
really into it. Getting forced onto his knees by the two best friends, and
made to suck off Archie while taking Jughead's inhuman dick up his
butt—that was the stuff. At some point during that encounter, something
in him just relented, and he let the other boys take over. Under their
control, he simply did as they commanded, taking their dicks orally and
anally, submissive to their pent-up teen-age needs.

The whole scene had given him a raging hard-on, which he'd gone home and
tried to take care of. But even after beating off three times that night
thinking about the scene, his hardness didn't go down. He slept with it
like that, dreaming of cocks, and woke up to sticky sheets, having
ejaculated yet again as he slumbered. And sure enough, his dick stayed
hard, throughout that morning and the rest of the day. Even now, it ached
inside his tight jeans as he eagerly made his way back to last night's
scene of depravity.

After school that day, he'd shown up for football practice as usual, and
looking around, he felt the stares of his fellow jock friends on him. Was
he imagining it? Had Archie told them what had happened, how the normally
arrogant Reggie had proven himself submissive to Archie, who they all knew
was the greediest bottom whore out of all of them? He felt his face flush
with shame, and as the coach was announcing to all of them that practice
was cancelled and the team was suspending all activities until the danger
to the town was resolved, Reggie thought he saw a few of the cutest ones
sneer in his direction. He'd had sex with about half the team at that
point, but on this day their cocky smiles and macho swagger made him feel
especially vulnerable. His cock got even harder when he thought about
it. Then the coach had gone back inside, and Archie rounded up the team to
remind them of the Red Circle meeting at his house later on.

Now arriving at Archie house, he drew a deep breath and exhaled. He rang
the bell, and Archie answered, half naked, having only started to change
out of his practice gear upon arriving home. "Shit man, you're early," he
said, stepping back to let Reggie into the house. "Come on in, a few of the
guys are here and we're just fuckin' around, waiting for the rest to get
here."

Reggie entered the house and walked into the living room. Sure enough, guys
were fucking around. Two of the team's star players were in a sixty-nine
position on the sofa, while another one—their broad-shouldered hunk of a
tight end—sat in a chair, jeans at his ankles, getting a sloppy blowjob
from the team's cute kicker.

Archie approached the chair and tapped the kicker on the shoulder. "Hey,
bro, I want you to fuck me," he said simply. "Your cock felt nice when you
did it to me last week. I really liked it. Let's do it again."

Their host got on his knees on the carpet, and the kicker took his mouth
off the tight end's throbbing cock, crawling a few feet over and installing
his own dripping rod into Archie's perfect ass. This left the tight end's
dick unattended, and Reggie saw his moment to swoop in. Dutifully, he fell
to his knees, put his mouth over the sexy young dude's erection, and took
over where the kicker had left off.

Over the next hour or so, the room filled up with more hot young male
bodies from the team. Occasionally, a group of two or three of them tried
to actually discuss some business regarding their vigilante team, and at
one point Archie made everyone put their pants on so they could at least
make a quick video announcing their intentions to track down the Black Hood
by whatever means necessary, et cetera. But as soon as he switched off the
camera, another hunk walked in the door whose cock Archie hadn't felt up
his ass in several days, so within seconds he was ripping the stud's jeans
off, pushing him to the floor, and happily riding his fat teen cock,
whining and moaning sluttily as it reshaped his insides.

Moose arrived, looking around for Kevin, who was a no-show. But before he
had time to register his disappointment, one of the cutest guys on their
team—who Moose always wanted to get with—grabbed his arm and led him
to a nearby area on the carpet where they could explore each other a bit
more. Fully dressed, Moose made out passionately with the half-naked little
hunk, groping his whole muscular body all the way down to his hard bulge
and firm ass. Bending down, he freed his teammate's cock and sucked it for
a few minutes before going lower to rim his hole. This drove his partner
crazy with anticipation, and given the scent of cum Moose was picking up
from the dude's hole, he sense he had clear permission to proceed to
fucking him. Moose opened his fly, pointed his throbbing cock at the hole,
and started fucking away.

"Oh-hh fuck me..." the jock sighed happily, feeling Moose's big cock plow
in and out of his tight chute. His hands wrapped around Moose's strong back
as he tried to hang on, pulling the strong lad deeper into him with every
thrust. "Oh-hh-hh Moosie...yeah, I've wanted this big dick in me for so
long... Please... fuck me deeper, fuck my hot little hole..."

Moose complied, loving the sensations on his sensitive dick, not to mention
the satisfaction of a beautiful male specimen of virile lust writhing in
esctasy beneath his hard, mechanical thrusts. But in the back of his mind,
he was gradually aware that something was missing, and once he half-focused
on it, he knew exactly what it was. Kevin. The last time he'd fucked anyone
besides Midge in this position, it was Kevin, and he wished it was Kevin
moaning for him right now. He tried to stay tuned into delivering the best
fuck he could to his jock teammate idol, but part of him longed for the
added romance and intimacy of having Kevin's talented ass on the receiving
end of his dick, just as it had been the first time they kissed, and the
first time Moose had any sexual contact with another guy at all...

* * *

By the time Jughead got to the supposed Red Circle planning party, the
noise inside the Andrews house was audible from the street. He just
couldn't tell if it was sex noises he was hearing or just the wild antics
of a hyped-up street gang eager to do justice. In either case, he wanted to
be cautious on his approach. As a Serpent, after all, he wasn't sure how
welcome he'd be in this crowd. So, instead of heading for the front door,
he walked around the side of the house and looked in one of the living room
windows. What he saw definitely answered his question about whether sex was
happening or not. More than a dozen of his former Riverdale High classmates
were engaged in every kind of sexual behavior, in every corner of the room.

At the center of it all was Reggie, on his knees, getting mouth fucked by
one teammate and pulling a train on his ass from three more. One slammed in
and out of the boy's rear end while the other two waited their turns, and
judging from the cum on their dicks and the cum leaking out of Reggie's
hole, they'd had at least one or two turns already. Seeing this brought a
smile to Jughead's face. He was proud to have shown the hot little Asian
hunk his true place the previous night at this very location. As he watched
Reggie slut out a midst of all the other action, Jughead reached into his
shorts and started pulling on his own big dick.

He blissed out watching the scene for five or ten minutes, and then heard a
rustling behind him and a sharp cry: "Hey!" He spun around to see Fred
Andrews, standing at the back corner of the house. His arm was in a sling,
but otherwise he appeared to be his usual healthy self. "Oh, it's you," he
said to Jughead, approaching. "I wasn't sure who'd be out here, and I
didn't want to take any chances..."

"Hey Mr. A!" Jughead was pleased to see his best friend's dad out of the
hospital and apparently doing okay. Since it was Fred, he didn't bother
covering up his erection, and it grew like a tree trunk out of his shorts,
which he had lowered only to mid-thigh. He beamed a big, loving smile at
the older man. "Jeez, sir. I sure am glad to see you up and around!"

"Yeah, well..." Fred intoned modestly. "The bullet didn't do much damage,
so they let me go." Then his eyes fell down to Jughead's cock, and he
raised his eyebrows, smiling. "Uh...so, are you a peeping tom these days,
or...?"

Jughead smiled. "Well..." In response, he simply nodded toward the
window. Fred peered inside, slowly taking in the scene. It was growing dark
outside, and in the dim lights of the living room he could make out the
orgy taking place. Good grief, he thought. Archie met plenty of guys for
sex at the house, but it was typically only one or two at a time, and it
was always either in the teen's bedroom or in the garage. He wasn't usually
so brazen as to have a sex party right there in the living room. But, then
again, he probably didn't expect Fred to get released from the hospital so
quickly. If these studs all needed a place to party and get each other off,
and as he already knew Archie needed all the cock he could possibly get,
then why not make their house into a sex club while the old man was
incapacitated across town? It actually made sense.

Jughead licked his lips as he noticed the ever-growing bulge in Fred's work
jeans. Seeing the action in his own house obviously made Fred
aroused. Dropping to his knees before the man, Jughead opened Fred's fly
and took out his cock, putting it into his mouth and sucking it while he
reached down to continue playing with his own engorged dick.

"Oh yeah, Juggie, that's it..." Fred moaned. He'd given plenty of head to
Doc Masters' big black dick over the past few days, but hadn't had much
opportunity for release himself. With one arm in the sling, he reached down
with his free hand, resting it on top of the boy's pointy hat so he could
feel his head rise and lower as he performed the ministrations on Fred's
cock. A couple minutes of this was all it took, and with a long exhale, he
shot his pent-up load of goo into his son's best friend's warm, sucking,
swallowing mouth.

Feeling the elder Andrews' load go into his mouth and down his throat made
Jughead smile. "Tasty as usual," he said a moment later as he rose to his
feet and wiped the few stray beads of cum from his lip.

Fred reloaded his spent cock into his jeans, fumbling awkwardly with his
sling in order to close up his fly again with just one hand. "That was
awesome, Juggie," he said. "But why are you out here, anyway? All the good
stuff is happening inside the house. I'm sure those guys would love taking
a shot at that killer meat you've got there." He gestured toward the boy's
still-exposed, still-throbbing giant erection.

Jughead shrugged. "I'm not so sure," he replied. He started to explain the
politics of Serpents versus jocks, Southside versus Riverdale High, but
Fred wasn't having it.

"No, no, that's bullshit," Fred said, shaking his head and stepping past
Jughead to walk toward the front of the house. "Come with me. This is my
house. I'll make sure you feel welcome here."

The lanky teen followed the older man onto the front porch and through the
front door. It took a few moments for all the guys to notice who had
arrived, but one by one, they all stopped mid-stroke and took notice. Even
Reggie, who was on his knees facing away from the door, felt his current
top stop fucking him, and craned his head around to see what was happening.

"Dad..." Archie called out from a nearby room. He was on his back on the
dining table, his strong legs lifted toward the rafters, taking Clayton's
big black bone up his hole for the third time that evening. But he had a
line of sight to the front door, and he was both excited and apologetic
when he saw his dad's face. "Dad, I didn't know you were coming home...I
mean, this is great! I just...I mean, the guys wanted to all come over,
and...I, well, I guess...things got a little carried away..."

Fred smiled. "No problem, Archie," he said, then turned to the boys in the
living room and repeated his re-assurance: "No problem, you guys. Carry
on. Looks like you're all having a good time." The sex slowly continued,
but several of the Riverdale football players had noticed who was standing
behind Fred, and he sensed the heat from their gazes. "And listen up!" he
added. "I don't want any trouble between you and Archie's best friend
here. Yes, he's a Serpent, but he's always welcome in this house. And..."
he added mischievously, stepping aside to point out Jughead's open shorts,
"...so is his big dick."

Several of the guys who hadn't seen Jughead's endowments before audibly
gasped, and a moment later one of the star players on the team hustled over
and grabbed Jughead by the cock, leading him to sofa where he could get his
naked ass fucked by the giant cock. Jughead felt relieved as he slid his
huge bone into the jock's ass and started pumping in and out. He'd never
felt accepted by these guys, and a lot of them even bullied him in their
younger years. But now he had something they wanted, and it was helping him
fit in.

Stepping into the dining room, Fred watched proudly as Clayton resumed
fucking his son. The strong black lad's beautiful muscles flexed and
thrusted as Clayton held Archie's legs wide open and continuously plunged
inside, building to a crescendo until the top ultimately lost control. "OH
ye-e-eesss..." Archie moaned happily. "Gimme that load, Clayton. God I love
it. Fuck my pussy till it's full of your cum..."

When Clayton was done, he took one step backward, and his long black dick
flopped out of the redhead stud's cummy hole. Fred knew right away what he
wanted to do. After a moment's hesitation, he got on his knees in front of
the dark-skinned stud and eagerly started lapping up all of Archie's cum
off his spent dick.

"Fu-u-uuckk..." Clayton grunted. It felt good enough shooting his wad
inside the start quarterback. Now here was the dude's dad on clean-up
duty. And he did a good job, too—the mouth on his dick and tongue
licking his shaft kept him fully hard and ready for more action. He always
thought Fred Andrews was pretty cute for an older guy. Maybe he'd even want
to take this scene all the way.

"Yo' Mr. Andrews," he said, pulling his dick out of the man's mouth so he
could look up at him. "You wanna ride the Chuck wagon? I can see how dad
and son stack up right here. takin' this big dick."

Fred got to his feet, a bit embarrassed but highly turned on. His bottoming
skills were still nascent but he was pretty sure he could take Clayton's
dark meat without too much trouble. In any case, he was dying to find
out. He looked over at Archie, who was already getting fucked by another
top in the same position but had overheard the conversation between Clayton
and his dad. Laughing between moans, he smiled at his dad and just said:
"Go for it. Use my room, if you want—there's tons of lube in the
nightstand drawer."

So Fred disappeared upstairs to take his very first black teen cock up his
tight middle-aged ass. Meanwhile Archie got his ass banged out on the
table, Jughead fucked the sweet ass of some random jock on the sofa, and
Reggie was still on his knees on the living room carpet taking so many
loads at both ends he'd totally lost count. Elsewhere around the room, guys
were blowing each other or just jerking off to the hot scene.

And in one overstuffed chair in the far corner, Moose was getting some
action of his own. Kevin was a no-show at this party, which disappointed
him, but he'd made do by getting it on with a plenty of the other
guys—including, most recently, getting fucked by two of the best-hung
dudes from the team, one right after the other. Neother one had been with
Moose before, and he enjoyed their reactions as he utterly submitted to
their teen male lust. He loved whoring himself out for them, showing them
all that he'd learned in the recent weeks and months, getting on his back
and opening up his meaty legs to take their gigantic dicks into his slutty,
sloppy cunt. Now he had both their loads of cum in him now, and the second
top was kneeling down between Moose's spread legs, sucking his cock,
licking his balls, and lapping up the fresh cum from Moose's ass as it
leaked out onto the lad's muscular calves. It just made him want even more.

"You hard?" Moose asked his friend, who nodded. Moose checked the time on
his phone nearby. It was twenty minutes to ten. "Good. Fuck me one more
time. I gotta meet Midge in a little bit and I want to have all the cum in
there I can get before I head out."

The lithe, sexy player felching Moose eagerly accommodated his request, now
that he understood firsthand how loose and accommodating the boy's hole
was, and how much Moose loved cock. He stood and raised Moose's legs high
up onto his shoulders, pushing his dick inside, and fucking the boy at a
steady pace. He knew Moose wanted it bad, and he knew he had at least one
more hot load to give the dumb jock stud.

What he didn't know was in just short while, even as the lurid sex party at
the Andrews house continued into the wee hours of the morning, Moose and
Midge—on a dark road just outside of town—were about to encounter the
dangerous man the Red Circle had originally convened to discuss: the Black
Hood.

TO BE CONTINUED

(I'm going to TRY writing another S2 installment or two before S3 premieres
next month...)

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My other stories are: "Ryan's Hole", "40 Days and 39 Nights", "Ryan Goes
Down", "Enrique, Justin and Eminem", "Swimslut", "Bulletproof Hunk",
"Kenny's Tale", "Ice Ice Maybe", "Chronicles of Roddick", "Jesse's Load
Party", "Bottom, Versatile, and Top Chef", "Levi Johnston Likes Cock" and
"Olympic Volleyball Sluts" in Gay/Celebrity; "Seann and Justin" in
Gay/Celebrity/Boy Bands; "Group House", "Birthday Slut", "Frat Slut
Gangbang" and "Substitute Slut" in Gay/College; "Week-end Hotel Party",
"Road Trip Slut" and "Holiday Loads" in Gay/Encounters; "Slutty Matt" in
Gay/High School; "Slutty Lil' Bro" in Gay/Incest; "Cup of Joe" in
Gay/Authoritarian; "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings; and
"Girlfriend's Bitch Boy" in Bisexual/College.