Jake slammed the latest issue of his own gay sex comic down on the table between them. The pages were still warm from the printer, thick with sweat-slick drawings of men fucking in every position. "This one's called 'Back Alley Load.' You want the real version or just the pictures?"
Alex licked his lips, eyes locked on the spread where two muscular guys were double-teaming a third, cum dripping from stretched holes. "Show me the real version."
They didn't make it to the bedroom. Jake shoved Alex against the studio wall, yanking his jeans down hard enough to make the zipper scream. Alex's cock sprang out thick and already leaking, and Jake wrapped a fist around it, stroking rough and fast. "You like my comics, huh? Bet you jerk off thinking about getting used just like those boys."
Alex groaned, hips bucking into the grip. "Fuck yes. Draw me getting railed."
Jake dropped to his knees and swallowed him in one go, throat opening around the fat head. He sucked hard, spit running down Alex's balls while his own hand worked his cock through his pants. The comic lay open on the floor beside them, panels showing the exact same thing: mouth stretched wide, eyes watering, throat bulging. Jake pulled off with a wet pop and stood, spinning Alex around. "Hands on the wall."
He spit on his fingers and shoved two straight into Alex's hole, no slow prep, just raw push until knuckles pressed against the rim. Alex pushed back, taking it, moaning like the sluts in the drawings. Jake added a third finger, scissoring hard, stretching him open while he bit at the back of his neck. "Tight little hole.
Gonna wreck it like I draw it."
When he pulled his fingers free, Alex's ass stayed open for a second, pink and shiny. Jake freed his cock, thick and veined, and lined up. One hard thrust and he was buried balls-deep, the slap of skin loud in the quiet studio. He fucked like the comic panels, fast and brutal, hips snapping, balls swinging against Alex's taint. Every stroke dragged over the prostate until Alex was leaking a steady string of pre onto the floor.
Jake reached around and grabbed the open comic, holding it up so Alex could see the page where the bottom was getting bred. "Look at that. That's you right now. Full of cock and about to get pumped full."
He pounded harder, the wet sound of fucking filling the room. Sweat dripped from his chest onto Alex's back. When he felt his balls tighten, he yanked out, spun Alex back around, and shoved him to his knees. "Open."
Alex took the load across his tongue and face, thick ropes painting his lips and cheeks while Jake stroked the last drops out. Then Jake hauled him up, bent him over the drawing table, and pushed back inside, fucking the fresh cum deeper with short, grinding thrusts. Alex came untouched, shooting across the inked pages beneath him, mixing real spunk with the drawn kind.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, the comic ruined and sticky under them. Jake finally pulled out slow, watching his load leak from the used hole. "Next issue's gonna need new reference."
Alex grinned, cum still dripping down his chin. "Then we better keep going."
