Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It's based on characters from the season 1 of the TV show Riverdale. Nothing here is implied about the true sexualities of the characters or the actors playing them. It's a celebrity tale, but there's a fair amount of dad/son naughtiness as well. If that's going to bother you, I recommend you don't proceed.
Sons of Riverdale – Chapter 2
The bed wasn't very big, but Reggie Mantle was making it work. He knelt, fully clothed, on the skinny mattress, with a cock in each hand. Attached to the cocks were Tim and Harley, two guys who worked at his dad's car dealership. Each month for a few years now, it was known that the top salesman (and yes, they were all men) could arrange to come by the boss' house to get head from his hot jock son. This month, it was a tie, so both men came over. When he'd heard the doorbell, Reggie greeted them wordlessly and without expression at the front door, and led them upstairs to his bedroom, as he always did. It had briefly occurred to him that they'd have more room in the master bedroom, but that would just be too weird.
He'd blown Tim before—tall guy with dark, slicked-back hair and a long, skinny dick. Harley was new, a bit stockier, not as good-looking, but with a shorter, fatter cock that still looked like a pretty good mouthful.
Both of them were total douchebags, like everyone else his dad employed. And neither one was up the standards of beauty Reggie typically applied to the men/boys and women/girls he fooled around with. But Reggie and his dad were at odds constantly these days, it seemed, and sucking these guys' cocks as a way of supporting the family business helped him keep the peace and win his dad's favor, which generally led to decent outcomes overall. This month, for example, it was getting him out of mowing the lawn.
"Yeah, suck it, jock boy," Tim snarled, using his left hand to guide his cock into Reggie's open mouth at the same time he rested his right hand on the back of the teenager's preppy haircut. Both men were pantsless—their dress slacks and boxers in two separate piles next to the bed—but they still wore their button-down dress shirts, fully open, with crisp white T-shirts underneath. Reggie allowed the one dude to fuck his throat for several strokes as he continued jacking the other one's dick. Harley must have liked the scene so far because Reggie could feel his cock gaining extra hardness as he beat it off.
Before long, Harley summoned his aggression and pushed his coworker aside, sliding his own cock into Reggie's pretty mouth. The teenager alternated back and forth this way, a few good long sucks on one, and then the other, coaxing them toward a gentle mutual climax—or so he thought, until he heard Harley ask:
"So do we get to fuck him, too? Or is his mouth the only hole the boss lets us take?"
Reggie peeked up at Tim, whose cock he happened to be sucking at that moment, and knew the answer as soon as he saw the man's leer. "I dunno," Tim answered his coworker. "He didn't say NOT to fuck him..."
The truth was, most of the guys didn't think to do this—they were there for some head, and that's that—but whenever one of them did show signs of wanting his ass, Reggie usually let them go ahead and take the scene in that direction. Again, it was just easier than resisting; he didn't want any bad reports making it back to his dad. Also, Reggie liked feeling cocks and loads up his ass. In the case of his dad's salesmen, it was typically a positive experience as long as they did it doggie-style so he didn't have to see their faces.
And so he dutifully spat out Tim's cock, tugged his pants down past his knees, and got on all fours on his twin-sized bed, facing the pillow. He kept himself positioned close enough to the wall that these two hopefully wouldn't get the idea to fuck him at both ends. Not that that wasn't typically a fun scene—it just wasn't what he wanted with these guys. He pushed his head down on the pillow and reached back with both hands to spread his tight cheeks, by way of invitation. Seconds later, the first cock went in—it felt like it was probably Tim's, but who cares—and now he was taking a fuck. Fine by Reggie; it gave his jaws a rest. The other nice thing about doggie style was that Reggie found it easy to just relax and zone out. His hole had taken so many dicks over the recent months that he didn't need to concentrate very much on the basics, like did it fit okay, did it hurt, and so on. Instead, he could just let these guys do their thing, and take a bit of a mental break until it was over. When he looked at it this way, it was a pleasurable enough way to pass the time. His mind drifted, thinking about the cute new girl at school, and then about his homework, and then about the younger salesman who was last month's top performer, who was new and actually pretty cute, even making Reggie shoot a load into his hand just as the dude came down his slender teen throat...
From his phone on the nightstand, the short buzz of an incoming text message brought him back into focus. Reggie had a pretty solid business hooking kids up with jingle-jangle, and most of his texts were related to that, so he didn't like to put off responding, even when he was getting it on. So, as the cock behind him continued to saw in and out, he stretched over with one lean arm to fetch the phone and read the text.
The message was from Moose, one of his frequent customers, but it wasn't about drugs. Something about an incident at Pop's, and now Archie's dad was laid up at Riverdale General. Whoa, Reggie thought. That's pretty intense. He didn't really know Mr. Andrews, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. He texted back that he was busy but to let him know what else happened. Then he set the phone back on the nightstand.
After that, he hoped the session with the salesmen would end fairly soon, but it turns out these guys had some staying power. It was another forty-five minutes before they both finally unloaded in their boss' son's hole, zipped up, and left the Mantle house, and Reggie could call Moose back. He deduced from Moose's breathless tone that his friend was getting head as they talked, probably from either Kevin or Midge.
"Huh? What's a Black Hood?" Reggie asked, as Moose was filling him in on the ordeal. Moose explained it's what the perp was wearing when he robbed the diner and shot Fred Andrews. "Fuck, that's pretty intense," Reggie said. He was pulling up his pants and rebuckling them, as both of the older men's loads seeped out of his hole. "I'll go over to Archie's later on tonight and make sure he's OK."
For some reason, he remembered right then that he had a black facemask in his closet, from when he went snowmobiling in the winters with his cousins. After hanging up with Moose, he went to find it, figuring maybe a light prank would help lighten the mood when he saw his buddy Archie that evening.
At the hospital, as his father lay unconscious but stable in a nearby room, Archie sat with Sherriff Keller and was answering his questions. Nearby sat Jughead and Betty, newly an item, and there to offer their mutual best friend their moral support. Keller was focused on the moments just before the shooting took place. "Tell me, Archie," he said. "You say that after the shot was fired, everyone else in the diner took off, but you stayed behind. Why was that?"
"I had to make sure my dad was going to be OK," Archie replied.
He hoped the sheriff would accept that as the whole truth. Archie didn't want to share the rest of what happened: how the Black Hood unzipped his jeans, revealing a throbbing hard-on, and forcefully throat-fucked the redheaded lad while Fred—bleeding and barely conscious—lay on the diner floor and watched. The villain must have been close to orgasm throughout the entire encounter, because he came in Archie's choking mouth lightning fast—faster than just about any blowjob the boy had previously given. Archie didn't want Sheriff Keller knowing how ashamed he was for delaying aid to his father because of a cock: one that he was at first shocked to see, but then ended up filling his hungry, slutty mouth with cum.
The sheriff seemed fine for the moment with Archie's answer. "OK, Archie, that should do for now," he said. "If you think of anything else you want to tell me about what happened, just let me know."
Keller chose his words carefully: Anything you WANT to tell me. He suspected, based on evidence at the scene and the smell of cum on Archie's breath, that there had been sexual contact between the boy and the perp, but it didn't seem vital to the immediate case of trying to track down the shooter's identity. Andrews was certain to pull through at this point. He'd question the father later and get the full story at that time.
The door swung open, and Doc Masters entered. "I'm just going to check on our patient," he said, crossing to the entrance to Fred's ICU chamber.
Archie watched the doctor with two thoughts. The first was: I'm glad my dad's getting the medical care he needs. He's a good man and I can't stand the idea of losing him. The second thought was: Doc Masters is a total stud. What haven't I noticed that before? I want to get his black cock inside me soon. Or maybe he'd even had it already. It was hard to see all the faces at some of the local gangbangs he'd taken part in, but he knew he'd spotted a few anonymous black dicks here and there making their way into his mouth and ass...
Betty's voice brought him back to reality. "Sheriff," she asked, "do you think this attack is connected to what happened to poor Mrs. Grundy?" Archie bristled at the mention of his former teacher's name. It was another secret he was bound to keep, at least for a while longer.
Keller shook his head. "No. It was two crimes with different weapons, and they happened in different towns. I doubt they could be connected."
Jughead rolled his eyes at Archie, as if to ask: How dense could this guy possibly be? Of course they were connected. He looked back at Betty, though, and saw she was nodding at the sheriff's answer. This was the first moment, but not the last, when Jughead suspected his new girlfriend might not yield quite the intellectual horsepower he had initially credited her for. But it didn't matter, he decided, as long as he continued getting what he needed sexually from Archie and others on the side.
"Well, whoever it is, I'm going to find him," Archie resolved in a cold voice. "The Black Hood isn't going anywhere. We'll find him and bring him to justice."
"Yes, well, Archie..." the sheriff stammered. "That's MY job, actually. But I understand your concern."
Shortly following, Keller excused himself to take a call in the hallway. Jughead took this moment to say to Archie that he should maybe go home for a while, and get some rest. "I'll stop over later, I promise," he told his friend. Archie resisted the idea at first, but finally relented. He looked through the glass of the ICU chamber at both his dad and Dr. Masters before saying goodbye to his friends and exiting the hospital.
As he walked along, his stride gained purpose and determination. He meant what he'd said: He wanted to know the identity of the Black Hood, and he wouldn't rest until he found him. And not only because he owed it to his father; he had other reasons, as well. He also wanted to find the man again so they could finish what they started. That is to say—Archie wanted more of the Black Hood's big cock. He'd only sampled it for a few seconds, but it was one of the biggest and tastiest he'd ever had in his mouth, in Riverdale or anywhere else. Whoever it belonged to, he was hooked.
"And how's the patient feeling now?" Doc Masters asked, jovial and sexy, as he noticed the handsome, lanky man in the hospital bed was currently awake. Setting down his clipboard on a nearby table, he walked to the glass partition wall facing the adjacent room and pulled the gauze curtain across it from end to end.
Fred Andrews was indeed conscious. The pain meds were sufficient to make his gunshot wound more than manageable. Above all, he was horny as fuck. He'd been waiting more than an hour for Jughead and that birdbrain Betty to clear out of the next room so he could have some privacy with the doctor, who had also for the past several months been his furtive, down-low supplier of tasty black dick.
"God, I thought the sheriff and those two would never fuckin' leave," he said to the Masters. "Come over here and give me what you know I want." The doctor smiled and approached the hospital bed, unzipping his slacks to let out his giant ebony bone. "Gotta make this quick, Fred," he muttered. "The nurses will do a bed check in about ten minutes."
"That's all the time I need, I'm sure," Fred replied, reaching over to clutch the doc's cock and guide it toward his mouth. The strain of moving into cocksucking position caused the tenderness in his abdomen to flare up, but it was worth it to get what he was craving.
At first he got in just the tip, swirling his tongue around the bulbous head and making his handsome top shiver with familiar anticipation. Doc Masters knew Fred to be a talented blowjob practitioner, and frequently made use of this knowledge by stopping by his construction trailer for some quick head, or inviting him to the after-church basement parties he hosted most Sundays at his house.
Hungry for more, Fred pushed himself to lean in further, allowing Masters to use Fred's lips as a fuck hole and sink his big black cock all the way in so the tip of it touched the opening to Fred's throat. Then Fred held that position, letting the doctor go ahead and throat-fuck him, first at a leisurely pace, then building to a sexy crescendo, with the promise of the tasty deposit he'd learned to love so much. Sure enough, right around the time fatigue was setting in and the force field of the pain meds was overcome by the need to return to a reclined, relaxed position—Doc Masters shot his load, goopy and delicious, into Fred's mouth.
"Aoi-ii-i-yiii..." Masters yelped, trying not to make a lot of noise but obviously savoring the release.
Fred swallowed all the cum and used his last bit of strength to keep his mouth on the cock a moment longer, using his tongue to lather the doc's jizz around the gradually shrinking shaft. Then he relented to his own physical needs, spitting out the cock and lying back on the bed, out of breath.
"Thanks, doc," he panted.
Masters was zipping up his fly and brushing out the pleats in his white coat, created when he pushed it aside for this little interlude. He glanced at his patient and grinned as he saw a thin stream of cum running out of Fred's mouth. Dutifully, he took a paper towel from the dispenser at the nearby sink, walked back over to Fred, and used the towel to gently wipe his cocksucker's face clean.
"Now, that should take care of your needs for the next hour or two," he said officiously, as if he were explaining the effects of a pharmaceutical treatment he'd just administered. "Following that," he added with a wink, "I'll have to check back and see how you're doing."
An hour later, Archie was back at his house, cleaning up a few plates in the kitchen. It was mid-afternoon by now, later in the same day that his horrific and strangely erotic encounter with the Black Mask at Pop's. A mile away, he house felt eerily empty without his dad there.
Upon arriving home, Archie stripped off his grimy T-shirt and blood-soaked jeans. His dick made a tent in his boxers as he paraded around, trying to decide what needed to happen next. His father needed his family around him, along with some basic necessities like a change of clean clothes for when he was ultimately released from the hospital. The elder Keller needed help tracking down the perpetrator of the day's events, because the sheriff obviously lacked the competence to find the Black Mask on his own. And yet, Archie's horniness made sexual release the most dire imperative at the moment. Ever since his momentary, brutal face fucking in the diner, all he could think about was getting cock.
Then he remembered Veronica was on he way over soon to walk the dog, Vegas. Girlfriends like V were great, but they were always trying to be helpful and getting in the way. She had already signaled that she knew about Archie's proclivities with other men and boys—she told him, "Whatever you need to do or explore...I support you"—but still, he stopped short of sharing with her the tawdry details of how he got what he truly needed. For example, she didn't know the back story of how Vegas got his name: The dog was a prize he got in Las Vegas when, unbeknownst to his father at the time, Archie whored out his own ass all night in a hotel room to cover some gambling debts Fred had accrued earlier in the trip. Now that his secret life was out in the open around their house, Archie had shared that full story with his dad recently, and they even discussed making a return trip to help defray some of Fred's recent debts and expenses.
So, with V coming over soon, he had to act fast. The vibrator in the garage seemed like the best available option. He and Fred had rigged an ass-level mount for the toy so Archie could attach it to the garage wall and comfortably back up onto it, reaming himself pleasurably while he kept busy with his hands and mouth doing whatever to whomever, or doing other tasks like his homework, or simply pleasuring himself.
But as he headed for the back door of the kitchen, he heard a car pull up. Peeking out, he saw it wasn't one that he recognized. He waited a moment, puzzled, until the visitor approached the front door and rang the bell. When he opened it, he saw a familiar but unexpected face: Dilton Doyle, holding a box in both hands.
"Dilton," he said, surprised. "Uh...what's up, buddy?"
"I have something you might be able to use," Dilton told him. "Can I come inside?"
Archie let him in, shutting the front door behind them. Dilton entered the living room, set the box on the table, and opened it, rummaging through some packaging to reveal a medium-sized handgun.
"I heard about what happened at the diner today," he told Archie, who stared in awe at the weapon. "And I overheard some of the guys saying you might be looking for a weapon."
It was true. Some of the varsity players had stopped by the hospital to show support, and the starting up of a vigilante group was discussed, feeding off Archie's wrath and determination to find the man who'd shot his father (and fucked Archie's throat). In that group, Archie shared that obtaining a gun would be necessary—only, he had no idea how to get one. Now, a few hours later, here was the solution, right before his eyes.
"Wow," he said. "That's perfect, Dilton. But how...where did you get it?"
Dilton shrugged. "Doesn't matter. I'm a resourceful guy. Once a scout, always a scout, right?" Then he flashed Archie a dirty smile, and lowered his voice. "What matters is how I want you to repay me." He took a step toward Archie, while at the same time reaching down and cupping the bulge in his own pants. "I'm sick of hearing all the rumors about Archie Andrews. You're so fuckin' hot, Archie. I want to get me some of that juicy goodness. I think about your hot body all the fuckin' time."
Archie quizzically regarded his classmate. Dilton had always struck him as nerdy, but in a cute way. Besides, when it came to taking dicks up his ass, Archie was hardly particular these days. To score something as illicit as a firearm, this exchange was one of the easiest transactions he could have imagined.
"Well yeah, Dilton," he replied. "I was just about to dildo-fuck myself anyway. I can take your cock and load up my ass any time you want. Like right now, if you have a few minutes. All you had to do was ask."
But Dilton was shaking his head. "I know you're the big jock powerbottom around here," he countered, "but the thing is I really like dick myself, and I don't really top. I want you inside me, fucking my sweet ass..."
Archie blinked, calculating. Hm...this was an awkward pivot. It's not like Archie didn't know how to put his dick in a guy's ass, but he really, truly wasn't in the mood to top right now. Dilton would have to content himself with getting Archie's cock orally. It wasn't ideal, but what mattered most was getting off, and if he had to do it in Dilton Doyle's mouth, so be it. Plus, he needed a gun, so he was willing to make it work.
Recognizing a fellow bottom's need for anal stimulation, he considered the available artificial options. He didn't really want to share his garage vibe toy, not now. Luckily, he had a stash of similar goodies upstairs in a box underneath his bed. "Tell you what," he told Dilton. "I really need a shower right now. Why don't I have fun in the shower with me? You can get off with one of my toys while you suck my cock."
The nerdy boy agreed, and sixty second later, Archie's boxers were on the bedroom floor next to the open toybox, with Dilton's clothing in a pile nearby, and his glasses on Archie's nightstand. In the shower, the redhaired stud showed Dilton how to attach the medium-sized substitute cock to the tile wall along the back of the shower using the suction cup attached to it. Soon he was feeding his cock to Dilton's cute mouth while watching the naked boy rock happily back and forth, fucking himself on the borrowed dildo. It was actually a pleasant sight to behold. Archie rested his hands on Dilton's head of mousey hair and relaxed against the opposite shower wall, enjoying his blowjob and preparing to shoot his load.
But a few minutes later, he was interrupted again. It was just going to be one of those days, he decided.
The shower curtain was torn back, and standing before him was the nude profile of his girlfriend, Veronica. She must have arrived, heard the shower running, and then clearly gotten some romantic idea to strip down and surprise him there, presuming he was alone. But he wasn't alone. Her facial expression went from seductress to interloper, as she reconciled the image of her beloved boyfriend, handsome and nude himself, lazily throat-fucking another boy from their school. She was shocked, but not surprised—if that could possibly make sense. Archie looked surprised at first also, but then offered a conciliatory smirk. I mean, he figured, it's not like she didn't know stuff like this was going on.
Veronica was embarrassed, but Archie was right, she understood. With as much dignity as she could muster, she reached for a towel and began wrapping herself in it. "As you were, boys," she sighed. "Archie-kins...I'll just wait for you downstairs."
Archie pulled the shower curtain back shut again, and returned his focus to the job at hand. Dilton didn't seem to even register that the interruption had taken place. He continued performing an excellent service on him—and Archie had to admit, the boy showed promise. Then again, he knew Dilton had admitted to having a crush, so this was probably his shining moment: showing up horny at the hot jock's house, and pleasuring him in the shower alone. As he watched the energy with which Dalton also fucked his own ass on Archie's well-used toy, he felt empathy once again for the boy, who showed all evidence of being just as much of a hungry cockhound as Archie was himself. And at that moment, he knew what he could do to make the lad's ultimate experience even that much better. Just this once...
"OK Dilton," Archie said abruptly, withdrawing his cock from Dilton's mouth before it got to its imminent point of no return. "Take that toy out and turn around."
It took Dilton less than a second to acknowledge what was being offered. Hastily, he dislodged the dildo from behind, spun around, and pushed his ass up eagerly to receive the fucking from his stud-god it had always craved. "Yes Archie..." he seethed. "Oh fuck, yeah...fuck me... I wanted this for so fuckin' long."
His ego sufficiently gratified, and being just about ready to explode anyway from all of the mental and physical stimulation, Archie grabbed the boy's slender hips in his strong hands and pushed his dick into Dilton's hole. It sank in fully on the first thrust. Archie was impressed. This kid was no virgin, and his ass was clearly primed to receive Archie's hot jock meat in its entirety.
It had been a little while since he'd been balls-deep in any hole besides Veronica's, so he decided to just enjoy himself and took it at a leisurely pace. He heard Dilton give out a cute little moan every time the tip of Archie's dick penetrated him at maximum depth. The rhythm of thrusting and moaning felt relaxing against the background sound of the shower spray falling on both their bodies. Shower sex wasn't Archie's favorite thing overall but this session was one he discovered he was especially primed to enjoy. Dilton, meanwhile, was in heaven. He'd longed for Archie Andrews to jump his bones since the start of the school year, when the football stud had shown up completely buff and ripped from his growth spurt and workouts over the summer. For weeks and months after that he'd heard the stories being whispered about the redhaired stud's sexual proclivities. Dilton beat off every morning and night to thoughts of getting fucked—by all the jocks at school, but Archie in particular. Now his number one fantasy was coming true.
Archie fucked him harder than most of the tops he'd met so far. Other than a few trips to the local truck stop where he quickly learned how to bend over at glory holes and take anonymous cock up his ass, most of his experimentation had been with a couple of the other nerdy boys at school. They practiced on each other, and they all had good-sized dicks, but if Dilton had one complaint, it was that they rarely took the time to truly open up the throttle and pound his fine, hard little butt the way it deserved to be pounded.
But not today. Archie continued to hammer away, and Dilton's eyes literally crossed as an involuntary reaction to the pleasure. Over time, the pace quickened, and the bottom's moans truncated into tiny, staccato yelps. "Are you going to cum inside me?" Dilton asked, whimpering. He wasn't too proud to beg for it. It was another dimension of the whole gay sex experience that enticed him from the first time it occurred, and now he was getting hooked. So, not only was he turned on by fulfilling his Archie fantasy—he also craved cum so bad inside his ass, he was practically going out of his mind. Besides, he'd learned in his experience so far that guys generally liked it when a good bottom like him verbalized this desire. He liked asking, too.
"Fuckin' right I am..." Archie growled. It was like he could both feel and visualize the pent-up load of sperm inside him making its way from his balls and slow rising up to the tip of his cock. With a deep, loud wail, he froze himself deep in Dilton's ass and erupted, coating the grateful boy's insides with his spooge.
Holding himself there, he continued twitching for a while afterwards, on his tip-toes, relishing the act of spitting his last few drops of seed into Dilton's ready butt. Then he gradually eased himself back down and withdrew. Silently, the two boys finished washing up in the shower, and by the time they got out, Dilton had transformed from confident sex buddy back to his regular egghead self.
"Uh, hey Arch," he stammered, clearing his throat. "You know...uh, if you ever want..."
"To do this again?" Archie finished for him. "Yeah, I don't know...it's not really my typical scene."
"No," Dilton said, "I was going to ask you something else. I...uh, I've started collecting my loads. In a jar. I'm kinda perving out on it." The boy was so shy he couldn't quite look Archie in the eye, even though they'd just fucked. "I'm just kinda fascinated by cum, and I hear..." He let his voice trail off.
Archie gave him a second to continue, then asked: "Uh, what is it, exactly? You've heard what?"
Dilton sighed, trying to summon his courage. "That you like it too. Cum, I mean. In your ass."
Archie still wasn't following. "Well yeah, Dilton, I do. But what are you..."
"I've got a big jar of cum at home," Dilton finally blurted out. "Mine, and other guys'. I was just saying, I put some of it in my ass sometimes...when I'm...you know...and I'm just saying, if you ever want some to put in yours...just let me know. It's cool," he added, feebly, and then slowly looked up at Archie's reaction.
Archie offered a raised brow and a parted-lips half-smile, incredulous. "I...uh, hmmm. Yeah, wow." He wanted to laugh, but he didn't want to seem scornful. Plus, it was weird, but it was also kind of hot. "Jesus, Doily, that's pretty twisted. And this is ME talking." He noticed Dilton start to blush, and hastily added: "But yeah. Sure. Sometime. I'll let you know."
Relieved, Dilton flashed a quick smile and then disappeared, and Archie got ready to go downstairs and join his girlfriend. On the stairs, he shook his head and chuckled again at the discovery of Dilton's weird little fetish. Once again, Riverdale was a place where people maintained some pretty intense secrets, and he was pleased to know he was hardly alone in enjoying an active and wildly sexual private life.
Later that evening, Archie was in the kitchen, and Jughead was giving him head. Both boys were fully clothed, and Archie stood leaning back slightly against the kitchen table, so he could watch out the window for any suspicious activity. All lights in the house were turned off. At his side, on the tabletop, was his baseball bat. Archie didn't really need a blowjob, but Jughead certainly liked giving him one...this had become pretty much a daily activity for the two of them, whether it led to Juggie fucking his ass or not.
As Jughead slutted out on the redhead's big cock, Archie kept vigilant watch. What happened to his dad that day could not have been a mere coincidence. He was convinced the Black Hood might show up at their house and try to cause more harm, and if that happened, he was going to be ready.
Suddenly he heard footsteps along the far edge of the driveway. Jughead heard it too, and spat out his friend's dick. They both leapt to the kitchen window and looked out. In the darkness, they could see a figure dive into the bushed between the garage and the house, and it seemed like it was starting to make its way toward them. Archie spun around to grab the bat, but by the time he had it in his grip, the menacing figure was standing at the door. Sure enough, he was tall, with green eyes peering out through a black ski mask.
A few tense seconds went by as both boys in the kitchen prepared to defend themselves against the intruder if he tried to attack them, or else chase after him if he decided to run. But neither of these happened. Instead, the tension was broken by a familiar laugh. The intruder pulled his mask up. It was Reggie.
"You should see the looks on your faces right now," he said through the screen door.
Both Archie and Jughead exhaled deeply, but Archie kept his firm grip on the bat. "You fucker. We could have jumped you and beat the shit out of you. Christ, I've got a fuckin' gun upstairs. You could have been killed!" He raised his bat against the figure in the doorway. "Get in here. Right now."
Reggie stopped laughing, and a moment later, opened the screen door and let himself in.
"You stupid fuck," Archie continued. "You always take this shit too far. We gotta teach you a lesson." He exchanged a look with Jughead, who had his jeans open with his hardon hanging out, as he'd been beating himself off while slobbering on his best friend's dick.
Jughead had been to enough initiations at the Whyte Wyrm to see where this was headed. "Yeah, Reg, you fuckin' idiot. Get over here and blow me."
"Naw, you pussies. I'm not here for that..." Reggie started to laugh it off, but Archie took another step toward him with the bat, and used his free hand to grab Reggie by the collar and throw his lithe friend down to his knees on the kitchen floor, directly in front of where Jughead was standing.
"You heard him, Mantle," Archie growled. "Now, suck that cock."
Reggie had only raised the ski mask a little ways; most of it remained on his head, like a stocking cap. Juggie spanked his giant dick against the boy's thin, pretty lips and across the Asian features of his handsome face. Reggie licked his lips, transfixed. It's not like he hadn't seen Jughead's cock up close—the two of them had messed around plenty of times over the years. But he was intimidated by the size of it, and typically focused on getting head from his misfit friend and fucking him with Reggie's own tool, which was respectable in size but nowhere near the size of Juggie's.
"Suck it, you stupid jock fag," Jughead said, and in one motion, he pressed himself between Reggie's barely parted lips and shoved his whole length down into the boy's throat, choking him for a few seconds before mercifully pulling partway back out.
Reggie continued to gag and wanted to protest, but he had too much cock in his mouth to say anything intelligible. Soon the cock was going back down his throat again and he had to focus on relaxing and using his best skills to manage the sheer size and girth of Juggie's weapon.
As Jughead skull-fucked their classmate, Archie—whose jeans were likewise still open from his interrupted interlude with Jughead against the kitchen table, and who still kept the bat at his side as a weapon in case of any actual intruders—took hold of his own dick and pleasured himself at the sight of his spoiled rich friend getting put in his right place for once. Reggie was hot, and god knows he was a reliable top (Archie had one of Reggie's loads in him practically every single day for the previous several weeks) but it felt good to see him on his knees for once, totally submissive, on his knees in his black sweatpants, worshipping cock. Good looks and jock attitude only went so far, and Reggie needed to be shown that his peers' needs for gratification were ultimately more important than the brat's snarky comments and inane pranks.
Jughead looked over at Archie and smiled. He knew Reggie to be a decent cocksucker from the few times he'd attempted Juggie's dick in the past, and he was glad to see, once his skills kicked in, that he hadn't fallen out of practice. Maybe the rumors were true after all about Reggie being a fuck toy for the guys who worked at his dad's car dealership. Not that proud Reggie would ever own up to be such a common whore.
"Yeah, you got good," Jughead purred, fucking the boy's mouth more gently now. "You've been practicing, I can tell. You're a little fuckin' slut who just wants to suck men's cocks like this, all fuckin' day long."
Archie finally set the bat aside and approached the duo. "You think he's got talent at both his holes?" he asked Jughead mischievously, stooping to tug Reggie's sweatpants all the way down, exposing his crack. Archie licked his right middle finger and sent it down there to feel around Reggie's hole. "Oh yeah," he reported. "His cunt feels good and open. He's been getting fucked down here, too. I can tell." Archie withdrew his finger, sniffed it, and then licked. "Mm-mm, I think there's even cum in there right now."
Ever the cinematic thinker, Jughead instantly pictured Reggie on his back on some bed somewhere, legs raised, taking cock after cock in his boy pussy like a little bitch. It was too much, and he suddenly felt like he was going to cum. "Spit it out," he commanded. If he was going to shoot, it would be in Reggie's ass.
Reluctantly, Reggie expelled the huge cock from his mouth. The other two spun him around, and how he was face-to-face with Archie's throbbing cock—not as imposing as Jughead's but still impressive and (he knew, of course) totally delicious as well. Without waiting to be ordered this time, he immediately covered the bulbous head with his tender mouth and started ministering to the hot redhead's needs, while also reaching back to hold his ass partly open for what promised to be a sizable intrusion. He'd never been fucked by Jughead, nor by any cock as big as the one that Jughead was about to put inside him. He was now glad the scene with his dad's salesmen that afternoon had proceeded as it had, stretching his hole open a bit and priming it with a few nice loads of sticky cum as lube.
Jughead once again slapped his hard-on against Reggie's brown skin, this time on the cheeks of his perky ass. Then he lined up his engorged cock with Reggie's crack and plunged right in, ignoring the boy's long groan of initial discomfort. He gripped Reggie's hips and thrusted mechanically in and out, punishing the cocky boy with a nice, hard fucking from a giant dick. Of course, it probably wasn't punishment at all for a whore like Reggie, but it felt good anyway...he'd endured a lot of taunting from Reggie and his dumb jock friends in years past, before they all started messing around. This was payback time.
The two best friends continued railing in and out of their black-clad prey at both ends, giving Reggie a good spit-roasting, until it was time to defile him further with their cum. At the same moment, they both pulled out of Reggie's hole, and Jughead scrambled around to huddle next to Archie as they both painted their classmate's upturned, hungry face with ropes of jizz. The cum went everywhere—on the ski mask, in Reggie's closed eyelids, his ears, up and down his cheeks, into his nose, and—as much as he could direct it—into his mouth, where he relished his new role as a submissive slut, eagerly swallowing the cum they shot on him, licking his own lips to get more of it, and finally taking each boy back into his mouth, one at a time, so he could eat even more of their delicious juices and suck both of their beautiful cocks totally clean.
While midnight shenanigans were going down in the Andrews kitchen, a decidedly more glum Kevin Keller was strolling the path leading into Fox Forest. Most nights when he'd find himself down here, his mood was upbeat—horny and happy, he'd enjoy the game of smiling and making eye contact with the cute dudes he ran into, and tracking the ones who seemed sexually interested so they could disappear together for a little fun. On a typical evening in the woods, he would start off by happily sucking two or three cocks, and whichever one seemed the most appealing he'd take up his ass while he continued to work the others.
But lately he felt more morose, and his activities reflected it. The distance he felt from his erstwhile boyfriend, Moose, and the recent sexual tension he felt with his own dad, the sheriff, had him feeling confused and out of sorts, and his encounters in the woods had become more desperate as a result. He no longer felt like the confident, randy lad seeking pleasure; now, he felt more like a mere sexual object, needing to take cocks and loads inside him, persistently and obsessively, as a way of validating his purpose and soothing his emotional pain. At the woods, he generally skipped the traditional "chase" and took on the first guy he found, foregoing preliminaries to simply drop his shorts and bend over for the fuck. He didn't care at all who was screwing him—old or young, good looking or not; as long they wanted his ass, he felt grateful for the affection...at least momentarily, but then when they were finished and he took the latest of however many countless loads of the night into his male cunt, the emptiness filled him again and he just needed more. The selection of fellow cruisers grew insufficient for his needs, and he took to posting ads on Grind'em and Redstatemeat for guys to meet him there and help gangbang his needy hole. In the past few nights, he'd felt between forty and fifty loads total go up his ass in the woods. And it still wasn't enough.
Tonight he'd done the same. He'd placed his usual ad—Horny jock teen slut btm taking all loads, tonight in Fox Forest—and then waited a few hours until sundown so his intended guys had plenty of time to see it. The anticipation gave him a raging hardon, as it always did, but at the same time, he couldn't shake his troubles from his mind. Moose, the closet case, was spending more time these days with Midge, and less time fucking and getting fucked by Kevin and the other guys. Worse, Sheriff Keller, with whom Kevin had established pattern of undiscussed but fairly regular incestuous fucking, had been abstaining of late, opting not to fuck his son even when the other deputies were there for their usual fun, when they typically encouraged the sheriff to join in. Kevin couldn't account for the change in his dad's behavior, and it wasn't a topic they talked about easily, so he didn't feel he ask Sheriff Keller the reasons why this change occurred.
He reached the entrance to the woods. It was dark, but he could already see several figures hovering along the path and in the trees nearby. With a deep breath, Kevin did a mental check to make sure he was ready. He'd spent a half hour or so lubing himself and using a big dildo on his ass, back at the house. He wanted to be prepared for any cocks going inside him that were especially thick. The big ones were ultimately the best when he got like this, because the intensity of taking a massive dick helped purge his mind all the better of these ongoing dark, self-pitying thoughts.
"He's here," he heard one of them whisper. Kevin realized he was getting very popular in these woods of late, so it wasn't a surprise to him that others recognized him. In fact, he hoped that most or all of the guys who'd fucked him the previous few evenings would be back again tonight, as their numbers would hopefully help to supplement the dozens of new responses he'd had to his ad, and the sex could continue even longer into the night, giving his ass even more much-needed attention, filling him up with more loads.
Not wasting a minute, he stopped and took his first few cocks of the night right there on the path. The first guy he met had his sweatpants pulled down and was jerking a respectable-sized tool, so Kevin knelt and sucked it briefly before lowering his own shorts, turning around, and taking the stranger's fuck. When that guy finished, two more took their turns. Kevin never saw their faces, which was fine. On his knees on the gravel path in the darkness, he was content for them, whoever they were, to just use his ass and walk away.
After taking those initial loads, one of the guys wisely suggested they take the party elsewhere, to avoid easy detection by any innocent passersby. Standing up, Kevin looked around briefly to get an approximate nose count. His eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness now, and he made out at least twenty men standing around him, with undoubtedly more hidden away nearby, and hopefully more on their way.
Kevin led them the group through some brambles to a clearing. This was one of his favorite spots, because it had the trunks of a few old trees at the center, and the diameters were significant enough that they formed the right size platforms for him or other guys to lie back on. He removed his shorts and tucked them into a hole in the side of the tree trunk that he always used for this purpose. It was a cool night, so for now, he left his t-shirt on. He knew the tops would like it when he did this anyway, as the light color of the tight shirt made it easier to see the contours of his sexy chest muscles ripple in the moonlight as they fucked his hole.
Once positioned on the tree trunk, he raised his legs, and his ass was open for business once more. In the few seconds it took for the next guy to step up and insert, Kevin felt the familiar trickle of previous loads seeping out and running down his ass cheek to one side. He reached down with one hand to quickly swipe a bit of it and bring the nectar to his lips, lapping it off his fingers as a quick pick-me-up to keep him going.
In that position, the first dick inside him felt like a monster...in a good way, of course. It slammed into his ass directly and didn't stop until it bottomed out. Kevin vaguely recognized the top it belonged to. It was a handsome middle-aged guy he'd seen before at some of Doc Master's Sunday sex parties, and also a time or two here in the woods. Whoever he was, he had a memorable dick, very thick and probably a full twelve inches long. Kevin's eyes fluttered shut and he started moaning softly as the cock passed in and out of his aching hole. This was exactly what he wanted—to get fucked deep and hard by big dicks, all night long if possible. He was a total teen jock slut who lived for taking cocks and loads up his hot, muscular butt.
The night proceeded this way for over an hour with Kevin holding that position, on his back with his slim, muscle legs raised skyward. His ass was so talented and experienced that no one top lasted longer than a minute or two inside him, and throughout that time, his hole was never unfilled for longer than the time it took for one guy to pull out and the next one to take his turn. By a little quick math, he determined he was well on his way to getting more cum up his ass in his first hour that night than he'd gotten the previous two evenings combined, and based on attendance, he was pretty sure it would go way beyond that. Good. He relaxed a bit, satisfied that he could safely just tune out and forget his problems, content that his hole was getting nonstop blasting with fat cocks and sticky loads it craved.
After a bit longer on his back, he decided to change it up, mostly so he could get in a better position to suck cock. He had noticed a lot of the guys around him trading blowjobs as they waited their turns, and some of them were even fucking. To him, this wasn't ideal—he wanted those cocks and loads all to himself. He didn't want to pass up any chance to take cocks inside him that might otherwise be getting off in other men's holes. In this way, Kevin was a truly greedy slut, and putting his mouth to work as well as his talented ass would hopefully help draw more of the stragglers over to the center of the action.
So he got on his knees the next chance he got, taking the nearest cock into his mouth while presenting his well-fucked, cum-juiced muscular ass for the next pleasure seeker in line. For the previous hour, he'd enjoyed looking up at the men as they fucked him, seeing their faces, even the ones who weren't as good-looking as he usually liked...for some reason, getting fucked by a few random anonymous ugly dudes made the whole scene even more satisfying and depraved. Now, he only saw the cocks he was sucking, his nose pressed deep into each stranger's crotch as his neck muscles strained to perform bobbing motions on every tool presented to him. Between this vantage point and the forest darkness, he couldn't see much at all, and that was fine, too. As long as his ass was full and receiving dick, he was content with the situation.
At one point his mind flashed back to a night he'd spent in a local man's basement, a few weeks previous, where Kevin had sat in a sling and taken multiple cocks from strangers all night long. After that evening, the host (who had videoed and replayed the scene for his own pleasure) texted Kevin that he counted a total of 71 loads the young bottom had taken anally. At the time, Kevin was pretty sure this was an all-time record for him, although he couldn't say for sure—there had been slutty nights prior to that where nobody counted. Regardless, he was pretty sure that record was going to be broken on the current evening.
And he was right. Kevin didn't leave Fox Forest until after 2 a.m. that night, after a total of more than five hours of constant fucking. His teen gay ass had never been so sore and so full. Walking home, every step plunged a bit of cum out of his ass, sending trickles of it down his leg, each time his left or right foot hit the pavement. He felt a revelation pass over him—that his plan had worked, mostly, and the sadness he felt about his situation had lifted. He had exorcised his depression and distress in the best way he knew how.
Just a few hours later, he was standing at Betty's locker as they got ready for their homeroom class, filling her in on the night's events. He felt glad he had a friend like her to confide in, even when she was occasionally clueless or judgemental.
"It was such a great feeling afterwards," he told her, recapping the scene in the woods. "I was exhausted, but I truly felt better." He smiled. "It turns out good old-fashioned piggy sex was the cure for my blues."
Betty halted and blinked at her friend. "Wait. You had sex with a pig?" she responded, alarmed.
Kevin cringed. There were times when her naivety was less than adorable. "No, Betty," he explained. "It's just called piggy sex. Lots of men together, doing whatever they want. And usually one guy, like me, in the middle, taking cocks at both ends from all of the others."
"Oh."
Meanwhile, across town at Southside High, Jughead was feeling satisfaction in his own ass as he exited the office of The Red and The Black, the student newspaper he'd recently joined up with having just relocated to the school. The student advisor was the English teacher, Mr. Phillips, a foxy stud who Juggie already happened to know as "Sugarman" from his dealings with the other Serpents at the Whyte Wyrm, as well as some of the Ghoulies Jughead knew, who dealt regularly with the teacher as a distributor for their drugs.
As soon as Jughead joined the paper, Mr. Phillips made it known that he wanted Jughead to be his "inside man" at the school, a student go-between for his activities. Jughead discussed it with his dad, FP, who was fresh out of prison and looking for ways to regain his family's power. FP told his son to leverage his unique position (student and Serpent) to his best advantage.
So Jughead told Mr. Phillips he was happy to work with him, as long as Mr. Phillips would let Jughead suck his cock and take it up his ass whenever he wanted. Mr. Phillips was happy to agree, and now every day before homeroom, the handsome, older stud fed his dick to Jughead at both ends, right there in the office. Jughead would start out on his knees, fully clothed including his goofy cap, and open the teacher's pants to suck his eight-inch cock for a while; and then, just as Phillips was about to cum, the boy would stand up and bend over the layout table, yanking his own pants down just enough to give access. Next, he'd feel the warm, strong hands of the student advisor on his cheeks, followed by his cock pressing gently but persistently inside. He'd fuck Jughead silently for five or ten minutes, then shoot his load in the young man's ass, after which they'd both zip up and get on with their day.
On this particular day, Jughead was especially happy, because in addition to taking a load off Mr. Phillips, he'd gotten Archie to face-fuck him that morning in Archie's bedroom, and he'd even taken the redhaired stud's load in his mouth. Something was going on with Archie lately—despite his reputation as a slutty bottom, he seemed to be taking charge in more situations, and acting more like a versatile top. Jughead sensed that Archie's quest to find the Black Hood who'd shot his father was the catalyst for this change, causing an awakening that made Archie feel more powerful and forceful in all areas of his life.
Just then, he heard his name over the school's PA system. Jughead Jones. Report to the office for a message. Puzzled, he detoured from homeroom to the office, and when he arrived, the secretary handed him a piece of paper. The note said:
From Archie. Meeting tonight with Red Circle at my house, 7:00pm.
With a knowing smirk, Jughead stuffed the note in his pocket and wandered back to his first class of the day. This development only confirmed Jughead's observation about his best friend's newfound bravado. Good ol' Archie, always wanting to play the hero. There was a story to be written about the need for vigilante justice in Riverdale, and Jughead knew he was just the one to write it. However, knowing how easily Archie could be distracted by available jock dick—and increasingly, so was Jughead himself—he wondered what direction the Red Circle meeting would actually take.
Reggie walked down the tree-lined street toward the Andrews house. His ass was still sore from his last visit, the previous evening, when Archie and Jughead had their way with him following his stupid prank. He regretted scaring his friends into thinking they were in danger. But he didn't regret their reaction. He had known for a while that he craved being dominated. He'd gotten a few girls to tie him up but none of them were really into it. Getting forced onto his knees by the two best friends, and made to suck off Archie while taking Jughead's inhuman dick up his butt—that was the stuff. At some point during that encounter, something in him just relented, and he let the other boys take over. Under their control, he simply did as they commanded, taking their dicks orally and anally, submissive to their pent-up teen-age needs.
The whole scene had given him a raging hard-on, which he'd gone home and tried to take care of. But even after beating off three times that night thinking about the scene, his hardness didn't go down. He slept with it like that, dreaming of cocks, and woke up to sticky sheets, having ejaculated yet again as he slumbered. And sure enough, his dick stayed hard, throughout that morning and the rest of the day. Even now, it ached inside his tight jeans as he eagerly made his way back to last night's scene of depravity.
After school that day, he'd shown up for football practice as usual, and looking around, he felt the stares of his fellow jock friends on him. Was he imagining it? Had Archie told them what had happened, how the normally arrogant Reggie had proven himself submissive to Archie, who they all knew was the greediest bottom whore out of all of them? He felt his face flush with shame, and as the coach was announcing to all of them that practice was cancelled and the team was suspending all activities until the danger to the town was resolved, Reggie thought he saw a few of the cutest ones sneer in his direction. He'd had sex with about half the team at that point, but on this day their cocky smiles and macho swagger made him feel especially vulnerable. His cock got even harder when he thought about it. Then the coach had gone back inside, and Archie rounded up the team to remind them of the Red Circle meeting at his house later on.
Now arriving at Archie house, he drew a deep breath and exhaled. He rang the bell, and Archie answered, half naked, having only started to change out of his practice gear upon arriving home. "Shit man, you're early," he said, stepping back to let Reggie into the house. "Come on in, a few of the guys are here and we're just fuckin' around, waiting for the rest to get here."
Reggie entered the house and walked into the living room. Sure enough, guys were fucking around. Two of the team's star players were in a sixty-nine position on the sofa, while another one—their broad-shouldered hunk of a tight end—sat in a chair, jeans at his ankles, getting a sloppy blowjob from the team's cute kicker.
Archie approached the chair and tapped the kicker on the shoulder. "Hey, bro, I want you to fuck me," he said simply. "Your cock felt nice when you did it to me last week. I really liked it. Let's do it again."
Their host got on his knees on the carpet, and the kicker took his mouth off the tight end's throbbing cock, crawling a few feet over and installing his own dripping rod into Archie's perfect ass. This left the tight end's dick unattended, and Reggie saw his moment to swoop in. Dutifully, he fell to his knees, put his mouth over the sexy young dude's erection, and took over where the kicker had left off.
Over the next hour or so, the room filled up with more hot young male bodies from the team. Occasionally, a group of two or three of them tried to actually discuss some business regarding their vigilante team, and at one point Archie made everyone put their pants on so they could at least make a quick video announcing their intentions to track down the Black Hood by whatever means necessary, et cetera. But as soon as he switched off the camera, another hunk walked in the door whose cock Archie hadn't felt up his ass in several days, so within seconds he was ripping the stud's jeans off, pushing him to the floor, and happily riding his fat teen cock, whining and moaning sluttily as it reshaped his insides.
Moose arrived, looking around for Kevin, who was a no-show. But before he had time to register his disappointment, one of the cutest guys on their team—who Moose always wanted to get with—grabbed his arm and led him to a nearby area on the carpet where they could explore each other a bit more. Fully dressed, Moose made out passionately with the half-naked little hunk, groping his whole muscular body all the way down to his hard bulge and firm ass. Bending down, he freed his teammate's cock and sucked it for a few minutes before going lower to rim his hole. This drove his partner crazy with anticipation, and given the scent of cum Moose was picking up from the dude's hole, he sense he had clear permission to proceed to fucking him. Moose opened his fly, pointed his throbbing cock at the hole, and started fucking away.
"Oh-hh fuck me..." the jock sighed happily, feeling Moose's big cock plow in and out of his tight chute. His hands wrapped around Moose's strong back as he tried to hang on, pulling the strong lad deeper into him with every thrust. "Oh-hh-hh Moosie...yeah, I've wanted this big dick in me for so long... Please... fuck me deeper, fuck my hot little hole..."
Moose complied, loving the sensations on his sensitive dick, not to mention the satisfaction of a beautiful male specimen of virile lust writhing in esctasy beneath his hard, mechanical thrusts. But in the back of his mind, he was gradually aware that something was missing, and once he half-focused on it, he knew exactly what it was. Kevin. The last time he'd fucked anyone besides Midge in this position, it was Kevin, and he wished it was Kevin moaning for him right now. He tried to stay tuned into delivering the best fuck he could to his jock teammate idol, but part of him longed for the added romance and intimacy of having Kevin's talented ass on the receiving end of his dick, just as it had been the first time they kissed, and the first time Moose had any sexual contact with another guy at all...
By the time Jughead got to the supposed Red Circle planning party, the noise inside the Andrews house was audible from the street. He just couldn't tell if it was sex noises he was hearing or just the wild antics of a hyped-up street gang eager to do justice. In either case, he wanted to be cautious on his approach. As a Serpent, after all, he wasn't sure how welcome he'd be in this crowd. So, instead of heading for the front door, he walked around the side of the house and looked in one of the living room windows. What he saw definitely answered his question about whether sex was happening or not. More than a dozen of his former Riverdale High classmates were engaged in every kind of sexual behavior, in every corner of the room.
At the center of it all was Reggie, on his knees, getting mouth fucked by one teammate and pulling a train on his ass from three more. One slammed in and out of the boy's rear end while the other two waited their turns, and judging from the cum on their dicks and the cum leaking out of Reggie's hole, they'd had at least one or two turns already. Seeing this brought a smile to Jughead's face. He was proud to have shown the hot little Asian hunk his true place the previous night at this very location. As he watched Reggie slut out a midst of all the other action, Jughead reached into his shorts and started pulling on his own big dick.
He blissed out watching the scene for five or ten minutes, and then heard a rustling behind him and a sharp cry: "Hey!" He spun around to see Fred Andrews, standing at the back corner of the house. His arm was in a sling, but otherwise he appeared to be his usual healthy self. "Oh, it's you," he said to Jughead, approaching. "I wasn't sure who'd be out here, and I didn't want to take any chances..."
"Hey Mr. A!" Jughead was pleased to see his best friend's dad out of the hospital and apparently doing okay. Since it was Fred, he didn't bother covering up his erection, and it grew like a tree trunk out of his shorts, which he had lowered only to mid-thigh. He beamed a big, loving smile at the older man. "Jeez, sir. I sure am glad to see you up and around!"
"Yeah, well..." Fred intoned modestly. "The bullet didn't do much damage, so they let me go." Then his eyes fell down to Jughead's cock, and he raised his eyebrows, smiling. "Uh...so, are you a peeping tom these days, or...?"
Jughead smiled. "Well..." In response, he simply nodded toward the window. Fred peered inside, slowly taking in the scene. It was growing dark outside, and in the dim lights of the living room he could make out the orgy taking place. Good grief, he thought. Archie met plenty of guys for sex at the house, but it was typically only one or two at a time, and it was always either in the teen's bedroom or in the garage. He wasn't usually so brazen as to have a sex party right there in the living room. But, then again, he probably didn't expect Fred to get released from the hospital so quickly. If these studs all needed a place to party and get each other off, and as he already knew Archie needed all the cock he could possibly get, then why not make their house into a sex club while the old man was incapacitated across town? It actually made sense.
Jughead licked his lips as he noticed the ever-growing bulge in Fred's work jeans. Seeing the action in his own house obviously made Fred aroused. Dropping to his knees before the man, Jughead opened Fred's fly and took out his cock, putting it into his mouth and sucking it while he reached down to continue playing with his own engorged dick.
"Oh yeah, Juggie, that's it..." Fred moaned. He'd given plenty of head to Doc Masters' big black dick over the past few days, but hadn't had much opportunity for release himself. With one arm in the sling, he reached down with his free hand, resting it on top of the boy's pointy hat so he could feel his head rise and lower as he performed the ministrations on Fred's cock. A couple minutes of this was all it took, and with a long exhale, he shot his pent-up load of goo into his son's best friend's warm, sucking, swallowing mouth.
Feeling the elder Andrews' load go into his mouth and down his throat made Jughead smile. "Tasty as usual," he said a moment later as he rose to his feet and wiped the few stray beads of cum from his lip.
Fred reloaded his spent cock into his jeans, fumbling awkwardly with his sling in order to close up his fly again with just one hand. "That was awesome, Juggie," he said. "But why are you out here, anyway? All the good stuff is happening inside the house. I'm sure those guys would love taking a shot at that killer meat you've got there." He gestured toward the boy's still-exposed, still-throbbing giant erection.
Jughead shrugged. "I'm not so sure," he replied. He started to explain the politics of Serpents versus jocks, Southside versus Riverdale High, but Fred wasn't having it.
"No, no, that's bullshit," Fred said, shaking his head and stepping past Jughead to walk toward the front of the house. "Come with me. This is my house. I'll make sure you feel welcome here."
The lanky teen followed the older man onto the front porch and through the front door. It took a few moments for all the guys to notice who had arrived, but one by one, they all stopped mid-stroke and took notice. Even Reggie, who was on his knees facing away from the door, felt his current top stop fucking him, and craned his head around to see what was happening.
"Dad..." Archie called out from a nearby room. He was on his back on the dining table, his strong legs lifted toward the rafters, taking Clayton's big black bone up his hole for the third time that evening. But he had a line of sight to the front door, and he was both excited and apologetic when he saw his dad's face. "Dad, I didn't know you were coming home...I mean, this is great! I just...I mean, the guys wanted to all come over, and...I, well, I guess...things got a little carried away..."
Fred smiled. "No problem, Archie," he said, then turned to the boys in the living room and repeated his re-assurance: "No problem, you guys. Carry on. Looks like you're all having a good time." The sex slowly continued, but several of the Riverdale football players had noticed who was standing behind Fred, and he sensed the heat from their gazes. "And listen up!" he added. "I don't want any trouble between you and Archie's best friend here. Yes, he's a Serpent, but he's always welcome in this house. And..." he added mischievously, stepping aside to point out Jughead's open shorts, "...so is his big dick."
Several of the guys who hadn't seen Jughead's endowments before audibly gasped, and a moment later one of the star players on the team hustled over and grabbed Jughead by the cock, leading him to sofa where he could get his naked ass fucked by the giant cock. Jughead felt relieved as he slid his huge bone into the jock's ass and started pumping in and out. He'd never felt accepted by these guys, and a lot of them even bullied him in their younger years. But now he had something they wanted, and it was helping him fit in.
Stepping into the dining room, Fred watched proudly as Clayton resumed fucking his son. The strong black lad's beautiful muscles flexed and thrusted as Clayton held Archie's legs wide open and continuously plunged inside, building to a crescendo until the top ultimately lost control. "OH ye-e-eesss..." Archie moaned happily. "Gimme that load, Clayton. God I love it. Fuck my pussy till it's full of your cum..."
When Clayton was done, he took one step backward, and his long black dick flopped out of the redhead stud's cummy hole. Fred knew right away what he wanted to do. After a moment's hesitation, he got on his knees in front of the dark-skinned stud and eagerly started lapping up all of Archie's cum off his spent dick.
"Fu-u-uuckk..." Clayton grunted. It felt good enough shooting his wad inside the start quarterback. Now here was the dude's dad on clean-up duty. And he did a good job, too—the mouth on his dick and tongue licking his shaft kept him fully hard and ready for more action. He always thought Fred Andrews was pretty cute for an older guy. Maybe he'd even want to take this scene all the way.
"Yo' Mr. Andrews," he said, pulling his dick out of the man's mouth so he could look up at him. "You wanna ride the Chuck wagon? I can see how dad and son stack up right here. takin' this big dick."
Fred got to his feet, a bit embarrassed but highly turned on. His bottoming skills were still nascent but he was pretty sure he could take Clayton's dark meat without too much trouble. In any case, he was dying to find out. He looked over at Archie, who was already getting fucked by another top in the same position but had overheard the conversation between Clayton and his dad. Laughing between moans, he smiled at his dad and just said: "Go for it. Use my room, if you want—there's tons of lube in the nightstand drawer."
So Fred disappeared upstairs to take his very first black teen cock up his tight middle-aged ass. Meanwhile Archie got his ass banged out on the table, Jughead fucked the sweet ass of some random jock on the sofa, and Reggie was still on his knees on the living room carpet taking so many loads at both ends he'd totally lost count. Elsewhere around the room, guys were blowing each other or just jerking off to the hot scene.
And in one overstuffed chair in the far corner, Moose was getting some action of his own. Kevin was a no-show at this party, which disappointed him, but he'd made do by getting it on with a plenty of the other guys—including, most recently, getting fucked by two of the best-hung dudes from the team, one right after the other. Neother one had been with Moose before, and he enjoyed their reactions as he utterly submitted to their teen male lust. He loved whoring himself out for them, showing them all that he'd learned in the recent weeks and months, getting on his back and opening up his meaty legs to take their gigantic dicks into his slutty, sloppy cunt. Now he had both their loads of cum in him now, and the second top was kneeling down between Moose's spread legs, sucking his cock, licking his balls, and lapping up the fresh cum from Moose's ass as it leaked out onto the lad's muscular calves. It just made him want even more.
"You hard?" Moose asked his friend, who nodded. Moose checked the time on his phone nearby. It was twenty minutes to ten. "Good. Fuck me one more time. I gotta meet Midge in a little bit and I want to have all the cum in there I can get before I head out."
The lithe, sexy player felching Moose eagerly accommodated his request, now that he understood firsthand how loose and accommodating the boy's hole was, and how much Moose loved cock. He stood and raised Moose's legs high up onto his shoulders, pushing his dick inside, and fucking the boy at a steady pace. He knew Moose wanted it bad, and he knew he had at least one more hot load to give the dumb jock stud.
What he didn't know was in just short while, even as the lurid sex party at the Andrews house continued into the wee hours of the morning, Moose and Midge—on a dark road just outside of town—were about to encounter the dangerous man the Red Circle had originally convened to discuss: the Black Hood.
TO BE CONTINUED
(I'm going to TRY writing another S2 installment or two before S3 premieres next month...)
What do you think? Feedback and suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com
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.