Jake kept his gay smut books hidden in a box under the bed, but I found them one afternoon while he was at work. I flipped through the first one and the words hit me straight: guys on their knees, sucking thick dicks, spreading their asses and begging to get pounded. My own cock started getting hard right there. By the time Jake walked in, I had the book open on the table and my hand down my pants.
"What the fuck are you doing with those?" he asked, but he didn't sound mad. His eyes locked on the page where two men were sixty-nining.
"Reading," I said. "This shit is hot. You jerk off to this every night?"
Jake dropped his bag and stepped closer. "Yeah. You like it?"
I pulled my hand out and showed him my hard dick straining against my jeans. "Looks like it."
He grabbed the book, read a line out loud about a guy getting his hole licked open, then tossed it aside. "You want that? Say it."
I stood up and yanked my shirt off. "Fuck yes. Lick my ass like in the book."
Jake shoved me onto the bed face down and yanked my jeans and underwear down in one pull. He spread my cheeks and went straight in, tongue dragging over my hole in wet, sloppy strokes. No teasing, just raw licking and spitting until I was pushing back against his face. "Deeper," I grunted. He shoved his tongue inside and I moaned like a slut from those books.
He pulled back only to strip fast, his cock already leaking. "Turn over. I want your mouth on this dick."
I rolled onto my back and he straddled my chest, feeding me his cock. It was thick and veiny, just like the ones in the stories. I sucked it hard, gagging when he pushed deeper, spit running down my chin. Jake fucked my throat in short thrusts, calling me a dirty cocksucker while he reached back and fingered my wet hole.
"These books got you this horny?" he asked, pulling out so I could answer.
"Yeah. Now fuck me like they do in them. Hard and deep."
He flipped me onto my stomach again, lined up, and shoved his cock in with one rough push. No lube besides spit and my own leaking dick. The stretch burned then turned into that full, aching pleasure the books always described. Jake started pounding right away, hips slapping against my ass, balls swinging. Every thrust knocked a grunt out of me.
"Fuck, your hole's tight," he growled, gripping my hips and yanking me back onto him. "Take it. Take every inch like the guys in those smut books."
I reached down and stroked myself in time with his thrusts, cock slick with pre-cum. He changed angles and nailed my prostate on every stroke until I was shaking. "Don't stop, fuck me harder."
Jake pulled out, flipped me onto my back, and hooked my legs over his shoulders. He slammed back in, watching my face while he fucked me deep and steady. Sweat dripped off him onto my chest. I jerked myself faster, the dirty words from the books running through my head: "pound that ass," "fill him up," "make him cum on your cock."
He leaned down and kissed me messy, tongues sliding while he kept thrusting. "Gonna breed you," he muttered against my mouth. "Just like in the book you were reading."
That pushed me over. I came hard, shooting ropes across my stomach and chest, hole clenching around his dick. Jake groaned and fucked me through it, then buried himself deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding inside me in thick pulses.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard. After a minute he pulled out slow, watching his cum leak from my used hole. He wiped some up with his fingers and pushed it back in.
"Next time we read one together," he said. "Out loud. Then act out every page."
I nodded, already getting hard again at the thought. The gay smut books weren't hidden anymore. They were our new playbook, and we were just getting started.
