This week I’m catching up on all the book promos that have been sitting in my email. Apologies to the authors for taking so long!
Sex, crime, blackmail, and murder. Life in the quiet town of Rimmerdale is anything but innocent, and the residents prefer to keep their secrets hidden. Dive into the taboo mystery that will keep you guessing until its final erotic chapter!
Follow sexy high-school senior Arnie Andrews and his circle of male friends as they find themselves embroiled in a sexually charged mystery that threatens to doom them all. When an unprovoked attack on a pair of students occurs, the town of Rimmerdale is shaken to its core. Was the attack a random act of violence, or was there something more devious behind the crime? On the path to solving the mystery, Arnie and his friends jump from one fiery encounter to the next. Fathers and sons, students and teachers, classmates, friends, and rivalries all come together in the most lewd and obscene ways in this explosive fifteen-chapter tale!
Carnality, twists, and turns can be expected throughout in this taboo series told across five volumes that parody the popular, similarly named CW series!
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The sun hadn’t yet risen over Rimmerdale, but Arnie Andrews was wide-awake. For the third time in the past hour, he checked his phone; it was 4:49 a.m. on Monday morning and it did not appear that he would enjoy any additional sleep. Looking down to the floor, where Lughead was sleeping, Arnie found that his classmate wasn’t suffering from the same restlessness. M.P. Jones asked Frank Andrews to watch over Lughead for a few days. Though the father didn’t elaborate, M.P. said he was worried about the recent attacks by the Eastside Snakes. Arnie liked having Lughead near because they shared everything with each other without any judgment. The two spent most of the weekend trying to determine who would have sent the thumb drive to Arnie and what they wanted. The two budding sleuths also attempted to find information on Mr. Fluteweed, but they didn’t turn up a lick of data on the suddenly mysterious new Rimmerdale High teacher. Throughout the weekend, Arnie could tell something was weighing on Lughead. The quarterback didn’t want to push it, but it gnawed at him more as the days progressed.
“Mmmm… wha’ time is it?” Lughead mumbled.
“Almost five,” Arnie answered.
“Wow. I slept in.”
“Is everything okay, Lug?”
Arnie moved onto to the edge of the bed to look at his friend, turning on his nightstand light. “Something’s been bugging you since you got here.”
Folding his arms across his face, Lughead sighed. He admitted what happened between him and M.P. a few nights before. Until now, Lughead had only been together with Betsy. As far as Arnie was concerned, his best buddy would be a one-woman guy for the rest of his life. The two young men had been friends for years, and picturing Lughead as a sexual being didn’t come easy for Arnie. That is, until the story went on, growing more graphic as it unfolded. What it felt like to have his father touch him in ways that Betsy wouldn’t. The smells, the tastes, the sounds, and the feelings of being intimate with the man who raised him. Lughead painted as clear a picture as possible for Arnie, and it was making the quarterback’s crotch restless. Arnie used his blanket to cover his swelling dick. Though he never admitted it to his friend, Arnie held a torch for M.P. for years.
“That’s… (gulp) not what I was expecting, Lug,” Arnie said.
“I’m not done,” Lughead admitted.
Trying to hide that he was fondling his cock, Arnie remained focused as Lughead described, in similar detail, the occurrence with Calvin and Al Cooper in the offices of the Rimmerdale Register. “Arnie, I never knew a blowjob could feel so good,” Lughead said of Calvin’s cocksucking talents. Arnie pulled his shorts down under his blanket and stroked his cock, unsure if he could take much more of his friend’s story. Then Lughead told him about the Eastside Snakes orgy in which he and his father found themselves in the middle. Being tied to a chair while Bangs and others rode him hard, watching his father get gang banged, and getting sucked off by sexually adventurous Snakes. When Lughead wasn’t looking, Arnie fed himself the precum that leaked onto his fingers. Arnie could tell Lughead was trying to hide the fact his dick was hard, but the quarterback was onto his friend. It was impossible for Arnie to resist any longer. He pulled his blankets off, exposing the grip he had on his crimson red eleven-inch shaft.
“Come up here,” Arnie said, scooting over on the bed to make room for Lughead.
“Arnie… I don’t know if—“
“It’ll be okay, Lug,” Arnie replied. “I promise. Just come up here.”
Lughead stepped out of his shorts and got into his best friend’s bed. Both laid shoulder-to-shoulder, naked and hard. The two young men looked into each other’s eyes as they stroked their dicks measuredly. Arnie contemplated turning his friend on his stomach to take his virgin hole, but he could see that Lughead was apprehensive about being in bed. Still, Arnie knew he had to touch his friend. Arnie moved his hand along his own massive chest, playing with his nipples as they jacked themselves off. Admiring Lughead’s heaving chest, Arnie then ran his hand across it slowly before letting it travel down Lughead’s stomach. Arnie gave his friend a nod, letting him know it would be okay. He received a nod in return. Lughead removed his hand from his shaft, causing the hard meat to bob back and forth, waiting to be clutched again. Using the tips of his fingers, Arnie teased the head. A gasp of pleasure shot from Lughead’s mouth. Grasping Lughead’s hard cock, Arnie began stroking his friend. Without looking for approval, Lughead returned the favor.
Jacking each other off at a faster pace, the two sat up in bed and shared a quick smile, as though to say, “Why the hell haven’t we tried this before?” Arnie leaned toward his buddy to plant a small kiss on Lughead’s lips. A tongue pressed against the quarterback’s lips, directing Arnie to open his mouth so their tongues could wrestle against each other. Lughead’s left leg moved over Arnie’s right, their movement was causing the bed to creak. Reaching over, Arnie grabbed his best friend’s pec with considerable force while they devoured one another’s faces.
“You’re making me so fucking hot, Lug,” Arnie whispered. “I’m… mmmm… gonna cum!”
Moving back against his headboard, Arnie laid flat as bursts of semen splattered across his abs and chest. His mouth was opened wide during the entire blissful climax, enabling him to catch some of the salty droplets on his tongue. Lughead took his cum-covered hand from Arnie’s rod and brought it to his friend’s mouth, only to watch the juices hungrily devoured. Arnie began pumping Lughead’s dick again.
“Tell me when you’re close,” Arnie grunted, still licking the semen from his lips.
Not much time passed before Lughead was squirming on Arnie’s bed and kicking the blankets to the floor. “Oh… oh fuck… God, I’m close, Arn!” Arnie leaped over his friend and got between his legs to take Lughead’s cock in his mouth. Moments later, and plenty of struggling to stay in one place, Lughead’s balls exploded down Arnie’s welcoming throat. The quarterback’s mouth had a firm grip on the wet shaft, and he took his time to milk the remaining jism from the tip.
“You taste good, Lug,” Arnie smiled. “I couldn’t resist.”
Scooting up in bed quickly, Lughead stepped off and put his shorts back on. “Ummm… thanks. That was… it was good. Or great, I mean.”
“You okay?” Arnie asked.
“Yeah,” Lughead said. “I just wasn’t expecting to have my lifelong friend go down on me this morning.”
“Did you hate it?” Arnie asked.
“No,” Lughead said. “It’s just—“
“Don’t worry about it, Lug,” Arnie said. “Seriously. Let’s get ready for school.” Arnie was adept at steering the conversation from something uncomfortable in a hurry. As though nothing had happened, the two friends got ready, ate oatmeal and fruit for breakfast with Frank, and left for school. Not a word was spoken about their early morning tryst.
As soon as he reached campus, Arnie made a beeline to Mr. Fluteweed’s class, only to find that the new instructor had called out sick for “an indeterminate amount of time,” according to the substitute music instructor.
“He’s coming back though?” Arnie asked.
“I assume so,” Mrs. Bailey responded.
Was Mr. Fluteweed in on this, Arnie wondered? Or had he received a similar video and was now afraid to return to Rimmerdale High? He checked his phone to text Lughead, but the battery was dead. He knew he’d have to wait for lunch since the two didn’t have any classes together until the afternoon. Arnie headed to his Latin class, frustrated that the morning would feel excruciatingly long.
After three long hours, Arnie met Veronique, Betsy, and Lughead for lunch, but he didn’t want to come out and say he was distressed about Mr. Fluteweed being absent. Speaking casually, Arnie explained to the group that he planned to perform at the post-game concert on Friday. The girls, who were part of the concert committee, got right back to giddily discussing last minute details about the show. “I was going to speak to Mr. Fluteweed again today, but I guess he’s going to be out for a while,” Arnie said. Betsy and Veronique only half-listened, but the proper amount of concern crossed Lughead’s face. Arnie returned a helpless expression to his best friend.
“Something wrong with your phone?” asked Lughead, changing the subject.
“Dead,” Arnie said. “I forgot to charge it before we left this morning. What’s up?”
“I thought we could go over the rest of that assignment we discussed this morning,” Lughead said, moving his foot up Arnie’s leg. “What do you think?”
Arnie looked at the clock and said, “We have fifteen minutes before class. You guys mind if Lughead and I head out early.”
“Nope,” Veronique said, “I’ll see you for dinner tonight. I know it’s a pain, but can you wear a jacket. Efrem Lodge’s rules, not mine.”
“Sure,” Arnie replied. “I’ll see you at seven.”
The two kissed their girlfriends before racing across campus. Arnie led the way to a mostly vacant restroom where he’s had a few sexual run-ins with teammates. They went straight to the accessible stall at the rear of the facility. Once they entered, they immediately started making out, and Lughead hurried to unbuckle Arnie’s belt.
“I couldn’t get you out of my mind today,” Lughead said, yanking his friend’s pants down all the way.
“Me too,” Arnie replied.
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About the Author:
John Valjean has been writing erotica since the turn of the century, beginning with early work on the Nifty Erotic Stories Archive. In 2014, John created the Family Fun Times Tumblr blog where he shared twisted fantasies about male family members who found creative and raunchy ways to spend their time. In 2017, at the request of his husband, John began self-publishing erotica on Smashwords, beginning with “A Night in the Drunk Tank With Dad,” “My Camping Trip With Dad,” and “The Masterson Men.” By the end of 2018, John began publishing erotica stories full-time, working on salty fictional tales of men yearning to be with other men, and occasionally expanding beyond the familial fare. When he’s not writing, John enjoys reading, going to movies, binging TV series, cooking, and baking, and spending time with family and friends.
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