Two guys alone in a cramped apartment with nothing but a stack of yaoi smut manga and a half-empty bottle of whiskey. Mark had bought the latest issue at the con and left it on the coffee table like it was no big deal. Jake picked it up first, flipping through the pages while Mark watched from the couch.
The drawings were filthy. Two guys, one pinned against a wall, the other shoving fingers in his ass without lube, spit dripping down. Cocks drawn thick and veined, cum splattered across bellies and faces. Jake’s dick twitched in his jeans right away. He didn’t hide it. “Fuck, this one’s nasty,” he said, voice already rough.
Mark moved closer, knee brushing Jake’s thigh. “Keep going. Read the next page out loud.”
Jake did. He read the dialogue bubbles where the bottom begged to be fucked raw, no condom, just spit and cum. His own cock was pushing hard against his zipper now. Mark’s hand landed on it, squeezing through the denim. “You’re hard as fuck from that shit.”
“Yeah,” Jake answered, not pulling away. “You’re not?”
Mark unzipped him, pulled Jake’s cock out, and started stroking it slow and tight. “Keep reading.”
Jake kept turning pages while Mark worked his dick. The manga showed a guy on his knees, mouth stretched around another cock, throat bulging. Mark leaned down and took Jake in his mouth without warning, sucking hard, tongue pressing under the head. Jake groaned and dropped the book for a second, hips pushing up. Mark pulled off. “Read, asshole.”
Jake picked the manga back up, voice shaking as he described the next spread: the top slamming in balls-deep, the bottom’s hole red and stretched. Mark stood, shoved his own pants down, and climbed over Jake on the couch. Their cocks rubbed together, both leaking. Mark grabbed them in one hand and jerked them off together, precum mixing and making everything slick.
“Turn the page,” Mark ordered. “Tell me what they do next.”
The next panel was a full spread of the top eating the bottom’s ass, tongue shoved inside. Mark flipped Jake onto his stomach, yanked his jeans down, and buried his face between his cheeks. He licked hard and sloppy, spit running down Jake’s balls while Jake kept reading out loud, voice breaking every time Mark’s tongue pushed inside.
Jake’s cock was trapped against the couch cushion, leaking steadily. “They fuck in the next one. Hard. No prep.”
Mark sat up, spat on his own cock, and lined up. He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way when Jake pushed back. The stretch burned, but it felt exactly like the manga. Mark started fucking him in short, rough thrusts, one hand gripping Jake’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke his cock in time.
Jake kept the manga open in front of him, reading every dirty line while Mark pounded him. Sweat dripped off Mark’s chest onto Jake’s back. The couch creaked. Skin slapped. Mark’s balls hit Jake’s with every thrust. Jake came first, shooting across the cushion and his own stomach, hole clenching tight around Mark’s cock.
Mark didn’t stop. He fucked through the clench, grunting, then pulled out and flipped Jake onto his back. He straddled Jake’s chest, jerked his cock fast, and came across Jake’s face and open mouth, thick ropes landing on his tongue and cheeks. Jake swallowed what he could, licking his lips while Mark watched.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Mark wiped some cum off Jake’s chin with his thumb and pushed it into his mouth. Jake sucked it clean.
Mark picked the manga up again, flipped to a new page, and grinned. “Round two. This one’s got them doing it standing.”
Jake was already getting hard again. He reached for the bottle of lube they’d left on the table and tossed it to Mark. “Then do it like the book says. No mercy.”
Mark lined up again, this time standing, holding Jake against the wall the way the drawing showed. He shoved back in, deeper this time, and started fucking him exactly the way the smut manga had drawn it—raw, loud, and nonstop until both of them were shaking and spent on the floor with the pages scattered around them.
They didn’t bother cleaning up right away. Jake grabbed the next issue from the stack and opened it. Mark’s hand was already back on his cock, stroking slow while they looked at the new dirty drawings together. The night was just getting started.
