The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... your own health is paying off, you're fucking bangable, bro! Go get 'em!"

Kyle laughed, "Thanks, I think I am in the best shape of my life, even better than when I was playing volleyball."

"No doubt, you're looking terrific bro, pretty soon you're going to be squatting 450," Jeremy laughed. Kyle laughed as well, though he did not know exactly why.

"So how are you doing? How is the treatment going?" Kyle asked, wanting to get the conversation off of himself.

"Ah, shit. Yeah, it's not good. My doctor is convinced I - shit, I have not told anyone outside my family - I have macular degeneration. He did not want to say that's what it was because I am too young for it, it's not usually ever seen in people under 40, never mind in their 20's, but that is what it is," Jeremy spoke as if describing the condition did not mean his life would drastically change. He spoke in a calm, explanatory voice, everything was what it was, the only reasonable thing was to accept it.

"My grandmother has that, Jeremy," Kyle replied, searching Jeremy's face for emotion or an appropriate response on his part. They had just opened the door to a type of intimacy he had not anticipated. "This means you can't ever - you can't - shit! That sucks!"

Jeremy nodded, "It's not horrible now and it will take time to get horrible, maybe decades if the meds they are giving me and the nutritional plan all work out, but yeah. That's the end of the road for my dream to become an Air Force ...

... pilot."

Saying it out loud was crushing. Kyle saw Jeremy's head slump forward and instinctively, he rose and sat next to him, placing his hand on the muscular shoulders.

Jeremy did not cry for long, after just a few tears, he raised his head, his eyes moist and reddened, and he let out a long breath. "What do you say we go into the steam sauna, I still have that thing I want to ask."

Kyle nodded. Jeremy stood up and Kyle suddenly went back to being an ogler. Jeremy's massive cut dick was now inches from his face. He had never been this close to the girthy, fleshy sleeping python and her softly cradled eggs. The piss slit seemed to be smiling at Kyle.

"Oooh, those jets, they get in there! It's like someone is fingering your hole," Jeremy joked.

Kyle let out a small, suppressed squeal that could not be distinguished between an expression of joy or torturous misery.

"C'mon, let's go. Don't be afraid of the jets, you get used to it," Jeremy smiled, it was a bit forced, he was still clearly upset, but joking was his way of pushing past.

Kyle looked sheepishly away, "You go, I will follow you in a minute."

"Well, then I'll stay here," Jeremy replied, shifting back towards Kyle and giving him a second brush with glory, a mere foot away from the promised land with all it's incredible delicious cucumbers, plums and creamy honey.

Kyle gritted his jaw but tried to speak as if all was well and calm, "No, no, go on in, I will just be a minute."

Jeremy turned and faced Kyle ...