Comic Book Boys Making Out Leads To Raw Fucking

The progression from reading comics together on the couch to fucking raw on the same couch takes approximately fifteen minutes and follows the most natural escalation curve imaginable. It starts with thighs touching while they share a graphic novel. Then a hand rests on a knee. Then the hand moves up. Then the comic is forgotten and lips replace the page as the object of attention. The making out is enthusiastic and increasingly urgent — these aren’t experienced seducers executing a plan; they’re nerdy boys discovering that their intellectual compatibility has a very physical component. Glasses get fogged and removed. Graphic tees get pulled off. The comic book falls to the floor, replaced by intertwined bodies. The sex has the same earnest energy as their geeky discussions: enthusiastic, slightly awkward, and deeply genuine. The oral exchange is accompanied by nervous laughter that fades into authentic moaning. When penetration happens — raw, because neither thought to plan for this unexpected development — the sensation overwhelms their analytical minds with pure physical experience. The nerd who tops discovers instincts his conscious mind never knew about. The nerd who bottoms discovers sensations his anatomy textbooks never adequately described. The breeding is messy, mutual, and followed by more comics. Best reading group ever.