Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2018 18:44:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: CW P <reginaphilangie54@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Men of Riverdale 1

This is a fictional story about characters from "Archie" comics (copyright
Archie Comics Publications) and does not intend to imply anything about the
sexuality or actions of any actual persons depicted.

Sexual activity between consenting adult males is depicted.  If you are
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Chapter 1: Two Riverdale Friends

Jughead Jones stared at his naked reflection in the mirror. He exhaled
toward the ceiling as a small plume of smoke rose from the marijuana pipe
on the counter.

Funny how life in Riverdale got him to this point. Fully in control of his
masculine sexuality at the age of 20, he and his best friend had been
through a lot of adventures but tonight was going to be new.

A pair of golden pecs were home to a pair of perfectly round, brown
nipples. His toned abdomen led down to a cut cock that curved around a
large pair of furry balls. Jughead kept his bush trimmed; he loved seeing a
guy take all nine, thick inches of his hard meat and didn't want extra hair
getting in the way.

His shower ready, the young man stepped under the water. Even though he was
meeting at his buddy at the dirtiest place he could think of, he wanted to
be clean.

•••

The first thing Archie Andrews noticed when he entered Kitty's was the
smell. He'd been to the adult video store before as a goof -- he remembered
the time he caught Reggie Mantle buying a buttplug. It was for a bachelor
party. That Reggie; always being inappropriate -- but this time was
different. He picked up on the scent of sweat and cigarettes, testosterone
and cum. He could feel the air pressing against his skin. He was very aware
of his own masculinity and felt a familiar swelling in his balls.

Jughead's directions were clear. He was going to walk in to the back and go
to booth 10 or 12. There was a hole in the wall between the two small
rooms. Dick, meet hole.

dickmeathole was more like it, thought Jughead when he explained it, but
one step at a time.

"And is that how," Archie stammered, "is that how you `trick' me into you
sucking my dick?"

"It'll be fun," Jughead countered. "Come on."

"I'm in," said the redhead.

There were rooms on either side of a dark hallway. The moans of men and
women filled the air as different TV in the private booths showcased the
finest in bootleg pornography. The even-numbered rooms ran along the
outside. Archie saw room 12 at the end of the hallway; it was open just a
crack. The door of room 10 was closed and a red light was on above it. That
meant someone was in there.

It was now or never. Archie stepped in and locked the door. He put a five
dollar bill in the slot in front of him and a movie began playing. Two
women were sucking a man's cock. Just like Betty and Veronica would do to
him.

Archie unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. His underwear was damp
already. He ran his hand across the fabric when he remembered to check --
yes. There was the hole. From the flicker of light he could tell a movie
was being watched.

•••

Jughead looked at the graffiti of cum on the black walls around him. He
even recognized some of it. The TV in front of him showed a young blond man
getting a massage.

He squirmed in his seat. The smell of sex in the air, his hand couldn't
stay off his hard cock. He found a rhythm and ... almost forgot all about
the small hole next to him.

The squeaking of the chair in room 12 woke Jughead from his reverie, his
fingers pressing the base of his cock to stop the orgasm. Not now. Not yet.

Not when there was an opportunity. Jughead looked down at the hole and
smiled.

•••

Archie Andrews was a little surprised. The hole was a little bigger than he
expected. In his mind, he stuck his shaft through the hole and got a
blowjob. This hole was as large around as his hand.

He almost didn't notice the gentle finger on the tip of his cock. When he
did, Archie inhaled, taking in the scent of every man who had cum in that
room before him. Archie Andrews felt the scent enter him as his dick grew
to its full length. He noticed a horizontal bar on the wall near the top of
the booth and suddenly knew what it was for. Archie reached down and
positioned his cock and balls at the hole, his Riverdale High class ring
glinting in the light of the TVs. He thought he heard a gasp as he grabbed
the bar. Then he felt a warm tongue taste the precum streaming from his
cock and nothing else mattered.

•••

"Oh, God, his precum has a taste! Archie drinks pineapple juice to make his
cum taste good!" Jughead's cock twitched as he thought back to the times
Archie told him that Betty and Veronica called him their "Tropical
Volcano"; now he understood why. He knew his mouth would barely fit around
that volcano of a dick, now with a wicked upward curve.

Jughead swallowed that monster of a cock as deeply as he could. It filled
his mouth so completely that he could feel Archie's pulse as the thick rod
of meat throbbed in the cocksucker's mouth. He let his fingers slide under
Archie's balls and heard the redhead moan.

Jughead's own dick felt like it was stiffer than it had ever been. A bead
of precum hung from the pink head, but Jughead's attentions were focused on
the gigantic cock in his mouth. He was memorizing every vein by tracing
them with his tongue. Every time his fingers would slide toward Archie's
asshole, he felt the hard-on in his mouth jump.

Archie moaned softly as an expert mouth stroked his manhood. He felt the
fingers creeping their way to his tunnel and spread his legs, welcoming the
invader. Archie had felt passion before; he'd been turned on before, but
nothing like this. The attention being paid to his genitals and the general
smell of sex in the air had awakened something in the redhead. Testosterone
coursing through his body made him feel strong enough to tackle the world
and passionate enough to share his throbbing red cock and tender pink hole
with all takers. Archie knew in that moment that the man sucking his cock
could have him in any way he wanted. He steadied his breathing as he felt
himself on the edge of cumming.

The finger touching the folds of his asshole pulled away. He felt the mouth
come off his cock and a finger stroking the head. It returned quickly to
Archie's hole, now wet with spit and Archie's own precum.

Jughead resumed his ministrations on the cock, its head now purple, a
matching vein pulsing along the underside of the curved monster. His finger
in place, he pressed it inside Archie's tight hole. The redhead groaned and
shivered.

"Mmmph. I'm ... cumm ... cum ....cumming. Oh God!" Archie bucked his body,
as his cum escaped the edges of Jughead's mouth and streamed down his
chin. Jughead tried to swallow it all but the thick cock kept his throat
distracted as the pulsing meat unloaded shot after shot of Archie's jism
into the cocksucker's willing mouth.

Jughead continued nursing the head as Archie's balls drained their prize
onto Jughead's tongue. He suddenly became aware of the painful erection
between his own legs. He realized that there was one thing he
wanted. Realizing it's now or never, he spoke through the hole.

"Get over here, Archie. Get over here pronto."

Archie stepped into the hallway and over to the next door. Jughead opened
it and let his friend, dick still hanging out and glistening, into the tiny
cubicle.

"It's cool, Archie. Are you OK?" said Jughead, pulling a joint from the
brim of his hat. His dick was erect and red. He lit the joint and took a
drag before handing it to Archie, who took his hit and extinguished the
perfectly rolled joint.

"Dude, what just happened? That was incredible!" exclaimed Archie. "Oh my
God your mouth is wonderful! What can I do to repay you, buddy?"

The two men had been friends since childhood but it felt like they were
seeing each other for the first time. Archie's hand went to massage
Jughead's long tubesteak.

"Turn around, Red," said Jughead, reaching down into the pocket of the
jeans on the floor to extract a small tube of lube. "Why don't you let me
in that back door of yours?"

Archie gasped at the prospect. Even though he was still sweating from the
blowjob, Archie felt consumed by sex and ready to be fucked. He turned
around and spread his legs. Jughead stroked lube onto his thick shaft as he
admired the redhead's calves and thighs, leading to a beautiful pair of
globes, themselves a byproduct of the young man's athleticism.

Archie felt the tender lips of his asshole flutter as the swollen head of
Jughead's monster cock slicked up the crack of his ass. Jughead wrapped his
arms around his best friend's chest and leaned in to kiss his ear.

"I've been wanting to get in your asshole for a long time, stud," he
whispered in Archie's ear. His cock strokes became shorter and slower as he
let his cock's own radar find its target. "I'm gonna slide in your chute
and feel your body wrap itself around every vein in my cock. Your hole is
going to open up and that pink muscle is going to get the workout of its
life."

Archie moaned softly. Lost in lust, the combination of the smell of mansex,
the fresh memory of his recent cumshot and Jughead's words had him floating
on a purple cloud of desire. He snapped back to reality as Jughead began
his entry in earnest.

The cock entering Archie Andrews' hole was a beast. Archie was barely aware
of the groan coming from his throat as Jughead filled his friend's
quivering hole.

"I've never felt an asshole as sweet as yours, buddy," said Jughead. "Ohh,
unngh. Yeah. Squeeze my cock. I can feel the precum filling your hole."

"Ahh. Fuck. Yea, Jughead," groaned Archie. "Give it to me. Fucking turn my
hole into hamburger. I want your cum splattered all over my insides."

Archie thought his asshole might actually be glowing, the sensations were
so pleasurable. His hands were braced against the wall and Jughead's hands
were busy rubbing his nipples. That left his dick untouched, but Jughead's
masterful fucking had given Archie a thick hardon, swinging back and forth
as the men moved in harmony.

"I want you to squeeze my cock while I fuck you," said Jughead, his teeth
clenched as he focused his energy through his groin. He watched his slick
shaft slide in and out of the redhead's hole, pink flesh showing as his
sausage stretched the puckered flesh to new heights. "Fucking chew on my
dick. Yeah, stud. Are you ready for me to mark your guts with my name?"
said Jughead, pulling his cockhead to the edge of Archie's hole. He watched
how it slurped around his purple head before plunging it back in.

"Fuuuuucccckkk, Jughead. God, pound my hole! Don't fucking stop what you're
doing because I'm ... uuungh.... again.... cumming!" Archie knew the words
didn't make sense but he didn't care. He watched as his second load of the
afternoon shot from his throbbing boner. It hit the black wall with a
splat.

"Stay there, Arch. Here it comes," said Jughead, the pattern of his
rhythmic fucking shifting as the orgasm raced from his extremities down to
demand release through his veiny throbber.

"FUUUCCKK I'M CUUMMMMMINNG!" His breath froze as his ball drained their
load in the tight asshole. He felt the first five squirts with clarity; he
could practically see the slit opening to unleash its juices. He collapsed
on top of Archie as his dick throbbed, the flow of semen stopping as he
felt the blood return to his head. He reached behind him to feel his ass
and was surprised to touch wetness. Jughead chuckled. That was sometimes
the way things worked in the glory holes.

Jughead's softening cock extracted itself from a home where it had found
itself quite comfortable. As it came out with a plop, so did a blob of cum
from Archie's hole, which was now ringed with a purple edge.

The boys gathered their clothes.

"Dude, that was great! Again?" said Archie.

"You bet," said Jughead.

The guys stepped out of the tiny cubicle into the dark hallway to see a
familiar figure standing there. Jughead's face lit up while Archie looked
faintly embarrassed.

Col. Keller was the boys wrestling coach and father to their friend
Kevin. He smiled at the guys. "Hiya Archie. Ain't nobody here looking down
on you. The asshole is an important part of a man's sexuality."

Jughead realized what must have happened. "Did you see us through the glory
hole after Archie got out?"

"You know it, kiddo," said the salt-and-pepper haired veteran.

The three men walked outside Kitty's and into the night. The colonel,
satisfied that the guys were not only OK but possibly embarking on a new
phase of their relationship, left them to meet friends elsewhere. Archie
was ready for food and sleep while Jughead had a job to get to. They made
plans to meet up and go to the gym's locker room together the following
day.

Driving away, Archie was thinking about Jughead. He'd known him for so long
and yet now, he was seeing him for the first time. He liked the horny side
of his friend. It seemed to match his own.