Jockstraps, roller derby, and hairy, veiny cocks abound in Jake.
Ordinarily, R. Crumb-style black and whiters like these aren’t my style. I’m much more a fan of the digital assisted art of Freebo or Josman when I’m reading my penis comics. There’s something about the highly jumbled words/action of Crumb and his ilk that makes it hard for me to focus or follow the path of the story. It becomes easy for the eye to skip around to the inflated dicks and spit-soaked butts, instead of keeping to the narrative.
But Sean‘s work is very often an exception. Born John Klamik, in Chicago the summer of 1935, Sean (or Shawn or Buckshot) was responsible for lots of the erotic art found in the old Advocate, as well as lots of less mainstream fetish publications. His men are masculine – drawn with hair and realistic and proportional musculature – and, like Tom of Finland Men, unapologetic in their embrace of casual sexual activity.
Jake is a great example of both of these things. In only four quick pages, a reporter meets an injured skater, rims him (ostensibly to help remove splinters), gets aroused and fucks his new friend (which seems like a mistake considering the splinters) while his teammate watches and busts in the reporter’s mouth. There’s no seduction, there’s no romantic journey. It’s just men in a contest of “hey, wanna see this cool thing my body can do?”
Just like it ought to be.
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You can see loads more of Sean’s work here – most all of it pen and ink with rare color. His stand alone illustrations often featured greater detail and more aesthetic/realistic proportional elements, but were just as arousing and beautiful as his comic work. Although I don’t think anyone’s ever said “eat my jism,” in real life. Yikes.