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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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.