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Chapter 2: The Keller Men
Col. Colton Keller could tell that Archie Andrews was mortified to see him at Kitty's, Riverdale's dirty bookstore. Jughead? Colton wasn't so surprised; hell, that boy had learned about the place from the colonel, having been the young man's former wrestling coach.
Col. Keller had known the boys for a few years; they'd been a great help when he and his son Kevin moved to Riverdale. He'd always wanted his son to feel comfortable in his own skin and it felt good to see him bond with Archie, Jughead, Moose and the others. He watched the young athletes bond on his wrestling team. The colonel had learned from experience that those experiences count for a lot in life.
At just a little over 6 feet tall, the colonel stood as the best of what a man could be; it made him hard to resist. His salt-and-pepper hair topped a pair of crystal blue eyes. From his broad shoulders, his chest tapered down to a taut waist. A smattering of hair capped his pecs, matching the hair on his arms. The meaty dick that swung from between his legs rested comfortably on large balls when it was soft. When it hardened, it became a purple beast that could cum buckets.
Sex was ample in the colonel's early life -- not just bookstores and anonymous hookups -- but Marines, civilians.... a lifetime of lifetime, laughter and heartbreak. He was older and wiser now. He'd interacted sexually with some of the guys, of course. There was something about giving the Riverdale High Wrestling team a little guidance that helped him see the world a little more optimistically.
Not that there weren't a few awkward moments ...
... Kevin Keller scrambled to cover himself.
Suddenly aware that he was naked -- he had just finished tasting the jism that landed on his lips -- the boy very very self conscious. He had been so focused on beating his meat that he completely failed to realize that his father was standing in the doorway.
The colonel saw everything.
"Dad! Get out! Oh my God!" Kevin was mortified. This was the worst thing to happen to any 18-year-old young man.
Colton Keller wasn't sure what to do next. He didn't want to traumatize his young son; lord knew masturbation wasn't a big deal, but he realized that maybe this precise second wasn't the time. He stepped back and closed the door.
He told his son that dinner was ready.
Kevin sat there, frozen. Oh God. They were going to have to talk about this, weren't they. What would his dad say? Jesus. He was suddenly aware that he was very, very wet with cum.
The young man sighed. Let's get this over with.
Colton was in the kitchen, washing a few dishes.
"I've got a plate in the oven for you, Kevin," said his dad, not really looking up. "And let me know if you want a lock on your door. You don't need it, but it's an option."
He moved a few plates into the dishwasher, letting his son digest his offer.
That was it. He didn't force Kevin to say anything and didn't want to prolong the conversation.
Kevin never put a lock on his door. He was more discrete, sure, but the lock didn't feel necessary.
He noticed that his father would be naked around the house. They had plenty of privacy, and it was just the two of them.
Kevin soon followed suit -- birthday suit, his dad joked the first time Kevin walked into the living room letting his balls hang free.
Kevin saw a playful side in his father that he hadn't seen before. On more than one occasion the man would interrupt one of his son's jerking sessions simply by tossing a washcloth on his son's chest and calling out "Cum rag!"
He also realized that his father jerked off more than he had imagined. He'd caught him doing it more than once, almost always stepping away to give his father his privacy.
He found he couldn't step away, though, when he spied something he hadn't seen before. He watched his father stroke his giant cock with one hand while the other hand slid beneath his balls to finger his hairy hole. Kevin was mesmerized by the fact that a sexy, masculine man like his father even knew about such things.
"Come on, son, do it with me."
Kevin was pulled from his reverie by his father's voice. He realized that he'd been massaging his own stiff rod through his shorts.
"Let's get off together, Kevin." His dad's voice was soft but beckoning.
Father and son jerked off together. The interaction was silent. They didn't touch, but they watched each other cum.
Things changed a great deal in the Keller household. Soon both men strolled around the house nude on a regular basis. Colton took his son under his wing, sexually, and opened the young buck's eyes to a new world of mansex.
Colton Keller stood in the sex-drenched atmosphere of the only dirty bookstore in Riverdale. Thinking about his son at home had his cock quite hard. It was time to circle the wagons.
He drove home and walked into his house, listening for the sounds of his son. His cock swelled as he approached the shower.
"Hi there," said the boy to his father.
His son was a beautiful man, he thought to himself as he stripped down. He was slightly taller than his son, but not by much. Definitely hairier, though. Kevin's chest was much smoother. His chest tapered into a sexy V shape when you looked at him from the front or back. Kevin's ass was a showstopper in profile, however. It jutted from the small of his back, two tight globes that connected to tanned thighs.
"Come, daddy," said the boy. It was a teasing word they used together. It was the key that unlocked the safe.
Colton entered the shower behind his son and cupped Kevin's creamy globes.
Kevin reached for a small bottle of lube on the shelf and slid it back to his father. He let his hands push against the shower wall as his father played with the young man's hole, his finger pushing at the slick pucker.
Kevin pushed back on his father's finger, allowing digit access into his cavern. His dad's other fingers found their way around the tiny folds of flesh, kneading them. Kevin sighed as his father prepared his hole to be opened even wider.
Kevin's brain exploded as his father's huge hardon pushed its way into his body. The movement was slow but unrelenting. Wrapped in his father's arms, he felt the shaft push its way inside. Colton was a slave to his own desire. Even though he was holding his son in his arms, he felt spurred on by the muscular asshole massaging his cock.
The thrusts could have been counted, they were delivered with such precision. Once his balls were pressed into Kevin's ass, Colton would withdraw the shaft, bringing his fat head right to Kevin's sphincter but not quite popping out. Kevin felt the widening of his hole and his body reflexed to it, his hole kissing his father's cockhead.
The colonel was close. With a deep breath he gave in. All of his energy flowed into his abdomen and through his fat, purple shaft.
With one final thrust, Colton Keller filled his son's tender asshole with a torrent of jism. Kevin felt stuffed and could tell that the cum was leaking out his hole already.
"Fuuucck! Oh Jeez!"
Colton held Kevin tight. He knew that his beast of a cock took some getting used to.
"Breathe," Colton told his son. "Listen to my voice. My cock is inside of you, OK? Just breathe. There you go. Your hole feels so good. God, that's right. Squeeze me. Squeeze me as hard as you can. Fuuck. Yeah. Make me work my cock in there. Ug. Fuck yeah."
Kevin was moaning as he exhaled. The intensity of his dad jamming his fist-like cock into the hole thrilled him.
"Aaaurghh, daddy. Oh keep fucking me."
Colton pulled his hips back, leaving the fat head having just at the tip of Kevin's hole. It was purple, puffy and slick with cum. The silver fox focused on how soft the edge of his son's hole felt, a contrast from the tightness within.
Colton's moan was the last piece of the sensory puzzle for Kevin. He began to cum. Loudly.
"Ohhhh, fuuuck! Don't stop. Please finish me!"
Suddenly Kevin's twitching asshole was the center of the universe. He was feeling pleasure on an atomic level because of the cock massage it was receiving. In return, in was giving Colton Keller one hell of a -- oh fuck -- second orgasm.
"Uuungh! Goooddammmit! Yeesss! Suck my jizz into your hole," his dad moaned out.
Kevin complied.
Spurt after spurt emptied from his cock into the tight hole. Kevin felt tingling start at the top of his head and run down his chest, past his's father's warm arms.
Every single star in the universe had aligned to give Kevin Keller the perfect orgasm. He felt it, he knew it; his father had taught him to welcome it.
Fuck. Uuunngh," Colton grunted, heavy ropes of jism filling his boy's chute. "So. Fucking. Tight." he panted.
The young bottom squeezed his puffy but puckered hole around the shaft, his own cock still leaking.
Col. Keller stroked his son's shoulders as the boy pulled himself up.
They felt no guilt with the moment between them, feeling the heat of the water and the glow of connecting.
The buzz brought them back to reality. A phone. Whatever it was, it would wait, but it reminded both men to get back to the real world.
Kevin saw he had a missed message. It was from Reggie. Glancing at it, he saw what looked like a formidable cock and message: "U R it."
Kevin rolled his eyes. He had just been tagged in the wrestling team's favorite private game. The cock on his screen was pretty yummy.
He couldn't help himself; he wouldn't mind sucking dick.
"I gotta start dinner, kiddo," said Col. Keller. "I know you like a good burger."
"I sure do, colonel," said Kevin. "But my balls are aching to be drained some more. I think I'm gonna hunt for some more dick to suck."
The colonel chuckled. He'd met devoted sexpigs before, but his son was in a class by himself.