I slammed the door behind me and shoved Kenji against the wall of his tiny apartment, my hand already yanking down his zipper. "You drew that last page with my cock in your mouth, didn't you?" I growled, fingers wrapping around his half-hard dick and stroking it rough and fast. He moaned, hips bucking into my grip, the sketchbook still clutched in one hand.
"Yeah, fuck, I did," he admitted, voice thick. "Drew you pounding me raw while I begged for it."
I ripped the book from him and flipped it open on the table. Page after page of black-and-white manga panels showed two guys tangled upme and him, clear as day. One spread had me balls-deep in his ass, lines thick with sweat and cum dripping down his thighs. Another showed his lips stretched around my shaft, eyes watering. My cock throbbed hard in my jeans.
"Get naked," I ordered. Kenji stripped fast, kicking off his pants and yanking his shirt over his head. His body was lean, smooth chest already flushed, cock standing up thick and leaking at the tip. I shoved him face-down over the table, right on top of his own drawings. The paper crinkled under his chest as I kicked his legs apart.
I spat on my fingers and shoved two straight into his hole. He was tight but pushed back, greedy for it. "Fuck yes, stretch me," he grunted. I added a third finger quick, pumping them in and out, twisting to open him up while my other hand reached around and jerked his cock in short, dirty strokes. Precum smeared over my palm and his shaft.
"Look at this shit you drew," I said, pressing my fingers deep and grinding against his prostate. He gasped and his hole clenched. "You want me to do it for real, don't you? Want me balls-deep like in panel three?"
"Do it," he begged, voice raw. "Fuck me like the manga, hard and nasty."
I pulled my fingers out and spat into my palm, slicking my cock in a few quick strokes. Then I lined up and drove in all the way on the first thrust. Kenji shouted, fingers scrabbling at the table edge. His ass gripped me tight and hot, perfect. I didn't waitstarted pounding right away, hips slapping loud against his ass, the table shaking under us. Every thrust made the sketchbook pages flutter and shift under his body.
"Harder," he demanded. I gave it to him, gripping his hips and slamming in deep, pulling almost all the way out before driving back home. His hole sucked at me, wet and sloppy from spit and the precum leaking out around my shaft. I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back so he had to stare at the drawings while I fucked him.
"See that?" I rasped, pounding faster. "That's you taking every inch.
Now you're really getting it."
Kenji's moans turned into broken curses. His cock swung under the table, dripping onto the floor. I let go of his hair and reached around again, fisting his dick in time with my thrusts. He was close already, hole fluttering around me.
"Gonna come all over your own smut," I told him, voice low and filthy. "Paint those pages with it."
He came with a shout, cock pulsing in my hand, thick ropes splattering across the open manga spread. His ass clamped down hard, milking me. I kept fucking through it, using the extra slick to go even rougher until my own orgasm hit. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, pumping cum deep inside him in heavy spurts.
I stayed inside him for a minute, catching my breath, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked out of his used hole and dripped down his balls onto the floor. Kenji stayed bent over the table, breathing hard, a satisfied grin on his face when he glanced back at me.
"Round two?" he asked, already reaching for the next blank page in his sketchbook. "I wanna draw what you do to me next."
I grabbed the marker from the table and tossed it to him. "Draw it while I eat your ass. Then we'll make it real again."
