Two guys hunched over a drafting table in a cramped studio apartment, the air thick with the smell of ink and sweat. Jake shoved another page toward Mike.
"Look at this one. The top's got his cock buried balls-deep in that tight ass, and the bottom's begging for more." Mike's eyes scanned the crude lines of the gay smut comic, his own dick already twitching in his jeans. No fancy talk, just raw drawings of men fucking like animals.
Mike stood up first, yanking his shirt off. "Fuck the drawings. Let's do it for real." Jake grinned, already unzipping. He pulled out his thick cock, half-hard and veiny, and stroked it once. "Get on your knees and suck it like the slut in panel three."
Mike dropped without hesitation, mouth open, tongue out. He licked the head, tasting the salt, then swallowed half the length in one go. Jake grabbed his hair and thrust deeper, fucking his throat with short, dirty strokes. "Yeah, choke on that cock. Take it all the way down like you drew it." Spit ran down Mike's chin as Jake used his mouth, hips snapping forward until his balls slapped against the chin.
They didn't waste time. Jake hauled Mike up, spun him around, and bent him over the table. Pages of gay smut comics crinkled under his hands. Jake spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Mike's hole, working them fast and rough. "This ass is tight. Gonna stretch it open and pound it till you can't walk." Mike pushed back, grunting. "Do it. Fuck me like those comics."
Jake lined up his cock and slammed in. No slow start, just one hard thrust that buried him to the root. Mike groaned loud, gripping the table edge. Jake fucked him in steady, filthy strokes, skin slapping, the wet sound of lube and spit filling the room. "Look at that hole taking every inch. You love getting railed while your dirty drawings watch." He reached around, jerked Mike's cock in time with his thrusts, thumb rubbing the leaking head.
They switched fast. Mike flipped onto his back on the table, legs spread wide. Jake hooked them over his shoulders and drove back in, pounding deep. Sweat dripped from Jake's chest onto Mike's. "Harder," Mike demanded. "Make it hurt good." Jake obliged, slamming in until the table creaked. He pulled out just long enough to flip Mike onto his stomach again, then mounted him from behind, one hand pinning his neck, the other smacking his ass red.
Cum came quick and messy. Jake buried himself and unloaded with a growl, hot spurts flooding Mike's hole. He didn't pull out right away, just ground in slow circles while Mike jerked himself off onto the scattered comic pages. Mike shot ropes across the ink, mixing with the sweat and spit already there.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard, then Jake pulled free and watched his load leak out. "We should draw this next page," he said, voice rough. Mike laughed, already reaching for a pencil. "Yeah. Make it even filthier."
