Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2005 15:45:23 -0500
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Out At Riverdale Part Three

The characters involved are all owned and copyrighted by Archie Comics
and Hanna Barbera productions.  All situations do not reflect the intent
of said creators.  All situations are of the author's nature.  They do
not in anyway intimate or say the determined sexual preference of said
characters.  The sexuality of said characters is unknown.  Please be
aware, this story contains explicit sexual situations.  If such this are
not to you taste, etc. please do not read further.



Part Three

	Alan M pumped Reggie's butt harder as the boy whelped.  Archie was too
self absorbed in the sensation Regie's cock was eliciting.  He bit his
lip and his eyes rolled, much in the ridiculous way cartoon characters
do.
	"Hey," Reggie grunted, "not so hard!"
	Alan M smiled.  "Gosh Reggie," his voice innocent and naive, "I had no
idea butt fucking was so pleasurable."
	"That's," he grunted in reply, "easy for you to say."
	"Come on Reggie."  Alan M's voice was sweet and so wondrous that Reggie
was unprepared for Josie's hunky side kick to slap his ass cheek so hard.
 Quite frankly, Reggie quite enjoyed it.  He soon got into the big dick
in his butt, thrashing and backing up to it, all the while he fucked
Archie's butt.

	Meanwhile, miles out side of Riverdale, the Mystery machine was pulled
off the side of the road and Freddy was checking under the hood.  The
gang was attending a Josie and the Pussycats concert and he was supposed
to be picking them up.....supposedly.  He couldn't solve this mystery.
Why had the Mystery Machine broken down?  This was cartoon land for
heaven's sake!  He tinkered around the engine, when he heard the sound of
a motorized scooter coming down the road.  He glanced up in the direction
of the oncoming vehicle.
	Football jock and dimwitted Moose was riding his scooter out of
Riverdale to attend a football camp.  He would have been riding a
motorcycle but the comic book editors thought a motorcycle was a bit too
racy for a G-rated comic book.  The jock's white T-shirt was stretched
and moulded over his muscular body.  He was a hunk-except when most
everyone in cartoon land heard the word hunk, they thought of a hunk of
cheese, a hunk of wood, a hunk of.....
	Freddy tried to wave the passing scooter down but Moose was too absorbed
in his litany of hunk examples.  Little matter anyway since Freddy's
attention was diverted by a man parachuting down into the nearby country
side.
	Once Race Bannon's feet touched the ground, he began to shuck his
parachute straps.  The rugged sexy adventurer was presently on a mission
by some unknown comic book group to retrieve a secret formulae held by
ultra wealthy Mr. Lodge.  Being a rugged semi-sexual cartoon adventurer,
he wore his pants tight to accentuate his never used and never seen cock.
 His white shirt was tight, short sleeved and nearly unbuttoned to his
naval, showcasing his rugged well drawn physique.  As a rugged type he
was somewhat aware of sex, even in cartoon land.
	Freddy was momentarily diverted from the parachuter to another
approaching vehicle.  The mysterious Racer X whizzed by in a sleekly
drawn race car.  He was very bewildered by thoughts of his brother Speed
to notice the young man at the side of the road.
	Race Bannon happened to notice the Mystery machine by the road and
swaggered toward the vehicle.  He had to ensure that he wasn't
recognized.  As he neared the van he took in the hunky young blonde
standing in front of the vehicle.  He summed him up in two words-a
hottie.  Cute boyish face, nice blonde hair, broad shoulders, nice
butt....Race felt his cock stiffening.  He'd had daddy sex fantasies of
Jonny Quest, but given the age as well as that bothersome dog
Bandit....Race wanted to fuck this stud.
	Freddy was uncomfortable with the older man's stare.  "Hi, I'm Freddy,
the Mystery Machine here," he indicated the van, "broke down.  Sure could
use some help with it."
	Race extended a long muscular arm.  "Race, Race Bannon.  Nice to meet
you."
	Freddy's hand was grasped in the firm grip of Race.  "Do you think you
could help me?"
	Race summed up the youth, tight colorful pants, the scarf around his
neck-defintely gay.  No doubt this Freddy was a gym bunnie.  Race smiled,
"I'm sure we could work something out."
	Freddy blushed at the man's probing gaze.  Despite his propensity for
solving mysteries, he decided to cut to the chase.  He looked over the
man's head to his thought bubble.  'I WANT TO FUCK YOU.'  Freddy gulped
after reading it.  "Gosh mister Bannon." Freddy gulped.  "I'm not even
what that is exactly.  But it sure sounds intimidating."
	Race shook his head.  "Not intimating; pleasurable."  Race lowered his
hands and tugged at the buttons of his fly.  He slowly hauled out a thick
veiny uncut cock.  He sniggered as he gripped the base.  "This," he
emphasized, "is intimidating."
	Freddy marveled at the man's meaty cock.  It had to be at least 11
inches long.  Freddy had never seen a cock before, not even his own, but
he supposed he had one.
	Race grabbed Freddy and threw and bent him over the hood of the van.  He
tugged at Freddy's blue pants exposing a milky bubble butt.  "Now lets
see if we can get to the bottom of the problem."
	Freddy was paralyzed, uncertain as to what was to come.
	Race spit into his palm and started lubing up his cock.  "Now my boy,
this is going to feel real good."  Race spread Freddy's bubbly cheeks and
the youth's puckered hole winked at him.

	Ranger Smith had practically wandered completely through Jelly Stone
park in pursuit of that bothersome Yogi bear.  He puffed a heavy breach
from his broad chest as he cleared the woods and came upon a posh
mountain lodge.  A van, jalopy and convertible were parked in the drive.
He recognized the lodge as one of those owned by the snooty rich in
nearby Riverdale.  Perhaps Yogi had entered the building and was raiding
the kitchen.  Ranger Smith decided to investigate.

	"I'm going to come again Reg," Archie wailed as his balls tightened.
Reggie replied by thrusting harder.  Reggie himself, was close from Alan
M.'s power fuck.  He grunted as the meaty cock thrust forward in his
tight hole.
	Alan M had discarded his shirt and was playing with his nipples as his
thrust into the teen.  His low hangers smacked against the bubbly butt.
He was getting close as well.
	Archie let loose first.  "Yikes, he it comes,  ahhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhh"
and his hard red cock spurted a thick ropey stream upon the bed.  Reggie
swatted Archie freckled butt, "take it you bitch!"  They all froze at
Reggie's uttered profanity.  However given the circumstances, it seemed
necessary, so they resumed fucking.  Reggie's eyes rolled as his balls
tightened.  "Ughhhhhh," Reggie grunted as his hot creamy seed filled
Archie's tight butt hole.  He spurted within Archie until he was spent.
Alan M growled as his own cock exploded a heavy load in Reggie's hole.
It leaked from the hole down his crack.  Alan M quickly pulled out of
Reggie, squatted before the stretched hole and lapped up his own cum from
the battered hole.
	Hello, I......" Ranger Smith's mouth fell open in shock.
	Alan M, Reggie and Archie all paled in shock.

	"Here it comes baby," Race cajoled as he pressed the head of his cock
against Freddy's entry.  In one swift thrust Race plowed Freddy's hole,
entirely burying his 11 inches in the youth's butt.  Freddy wailed and
whined at the initial pain but soon grew accustomed to Race's large cock.
 He began to whimper as the pleasurable sensation washed over him.
	"Take it!" Race gritted as he pounded Freddy's ass.
	"Ugh!" Freddy elicited with each thrust.  "Ugh," Freddy suddenly
wondered about his own cock.  Reaching between his body and the van, he
tugged at his own pants.  They opened and his hands were soon gripping a
nice hard cock.  Certainly not as large as Race's but adequate enough.
	Race laughed as he read Freddy's thought bubble. 'WOW, NOW I HAVE A TOY
TO PLAY WITH.'  "Yeah," Race sniggered, "toy all right.  Right now you're
my toy boy."  Race smacked Freddy's pale butt and continued to thrust.

	Meanwhile in Jellystone park, Racer X and Moose were wrestling around on
the grass, making out.  Racer X slid his hands down upon Moose's hard
muscular butt.  Perhaps throwing a mean fuck in this dimwitted muscle
boi's hole would stop him from thinking about fucking his own brother
Speed.
	"Duh," Moose said between slathering kisses, "poke my butt hole with you
fingers."  He'd learned of man sex from his new coach, a former sailor
named Bluto.
	Racer X was surprised but quickly obliged.  His hand slid down beneath
the pants down over the muscular butt into the target.
	"Duh, a....yeahhhhh," Moose wheezed.
	Racer X's cock was straining inside of his leather pants.  He was going
to fuck this high school boy raw.

to be continued..........