Archie felt a tad bit queasy as he peered between his father’s spread ass cheeks. It was by no means the first time he’d seen this sight, he’d seen his father’s fuck-hole many times before, hell he’d entered this world from that very hole, and yet…well this was different.
“No worries son, it’s best to dig right in, every boy your age does this” His father said with a warm smile on his furry face. His dad was up on the couch in the classic fuck position, his knees to his chest and spread giving an unobstructed view to this hole. Archie was on his knees on the floor, just above eye-level to the hole.
He knew his father was right. Eating from your birthing father’s ass was tradition, it was a rite of passage done all across the globe. His laternal twin was in the kitchen right now eating from Archie’s seeding father. But still Archie was nervous, he’d never been this nervous before in his life. And it wasn’t just about eating shit, that wasn’t that big of a deal. Sure, he had never really had any desire to eat shit before, but he had enjoyed that time he had shit in Kevin’s willing mouth (which was a pretty naughty thing to do considering boy’s weren’t supposed to eat shit until their Sex Day.) Still he knew what came after this current event, and that’s what was really causing him dread.
Archie closed his eyes and pushed his face forward into his dad’s sweaty, bottom. He took a deep whiff of his dad’s ass scent. The smell of ass was heavenly, and his dad’s ass always smelled so superior to any of those popular ass-scented candles. His body tingled as a strange stirring started in his groin.
“I can’t hold it back any longer son” his dad said. Archie quickly opened his mouth and encircled his father’s well-fucked hole between his lips. His dad’s big, low hanging balls fell down onto his nose, but he ignored it as he felt the hole pulse. It was only a mere second before the first, small, ball-shaped turd pushed fully out and landed right on top of Archie’s tongue.
Archie couldn’t stop himself from gagging, this turd tasted terrible, why in the world did Kevin ever want his shit if it tasted this bad. But that weird sensation in his groin, it was growing. His face flushed with heat as he felt his dick stiffening for the first time in his life. He was so overjoyed about having a hard on he forgot about the shit currently in his mouth. It felt rather different to have a hard on, sure he knew how woody’s worked, but to finally get one, it was just different, amazing, but different. He was truly a man now that he had his first woody. He’d been looking forward to this day for years and years, the day when he could finally pop a boner like his old man, like pretty much every man who wasn’t a superbottom. Suddenly his nerves about what was coming next faded away. He was so proud of himself that he finally got a boner.
He swallowed down the small turd in his mouth just in time for the much larger turd to plop out of the hole and fill Archie’s oral cavern. He had to chew this time, which only made it taste that much worse. He swallowed as he felt the hole move away from his mouth and he was grateful to his dad that he hadn’t saved up a massive amount of shit for this occasion like some birthing fathers were known to do. After today he had no plans on ever eating shit again…that is unless…well he didn’t want to think about that.
“My boy has his first boner” his Dad said standing up as Archie did. His dad pulled him into a deep hug, his hard cock becoming caged between their two thighs. He wondered if his dad would let him fuck him? Now that he had a boner he knew what true horniness felt like. He wanted to play with his tool, he knew what it felt like to want to shove his cock into a willing hole, and it felt amazing.
“Let’s go see if your brother and father are done” Archie’s dad said as he released him from the bear hug. As soon as this next part was over, Archie was going to find something to fuck, of that Archie was sure.
Archie walked with his father from the living room back into the kitchen where Jughead and FP were. Archie generally called his seeding father FP to keep from getting the two mixed up, just like how Jughead called Archie’s birthing father FF. Both Jughead and FP were sitting on the counter, side by side, chatting. It was clear they had already finished too, there was still brown-smudge streaks on Jug's shit dripping lips