The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... directly, if he were an enhanced interrogations technician, he could have done no better to torture his friend. "Why? What's going on?"

Jeremy's voice had been direct, officious, and left no room for anything but a straight answer. "m'rd," mumbled Kyle.

"You're what?"

"I'm hard," he whispered, ten decibels below the noise of the hot tub.

"Speak up, Kyle, I can't hear you," Jeremy seemed a bit annoyed. This was not a common reaction by the impossibly patient and optimistic young man, but it was clear Kyle was hiding something. Indeed, he was hiding a circumcised, sub-six inch penis; as average as average could be.

Kyle looked up, defeated, "I'm hard."

Jeremy fell backwards laughing. Gone was the sad demi-god that needed comforting, back was the lively, merry, fount of feel-good. Perhaps Kyle could take credit for helping pull him out of his sadness.

Suddenly, Jeremy stopped laughing and looked quizzically at Kyle, "Wait, you got hard because I told you I was going to lose my eyesight and can't follow my lifelong dream? That would suck! Is that it, though?"

Kyle shook his head, "You stood up right next to me and said the thing about fingering your hole."

Jeremy chuckled and got back up on his feet. He stepped closer to Kyle, letting his soft dick and testicles, hanging completely relaxed, both the color of a rich golden tan, his pubes trimmed tight to the skin, hang just six inches from Kyle's face. "This get's you hard?" Jeremy wanted to hear it ...

... again, genuinely interested.

Kyle shoved his hands into the water, covering his own crotch, but he nodded.

"That's amazing! So, just form me standing here, do you think you could bust a nut?" he asked.

"Dude," Kyle looked miserable, "I don't want to talk about this with you. I feel like a perv."

A light went on in Jeremy's head. "Noooooooo! No way! That's why - shit! That's why you've been coming here every day that I am here, and we have the same schedule and same workouts. You were hounding my unit!" He was grinning from ear to ear, proudly nodding and bobbing his head. "That tight little bod you got there, my fat dick inspired that. Ha ha ha ha!"

Kyle seemed miserable. He was not just being teased, Jeremy was just putting pieces together that exposed him and it was painful. "Jeremy, I'm sorry. I'll just leave. Can you turn around, please?"

"Why? What's wrong?" Jeremy asked, still standing a foot from Kyle's eyes, which were having an impossible time of not staring and tattooing the image to the back of his retinas. "Why would you leave, do you have to? I still want to talk."

"Aren't you mad?" Kyle asked, trying to look anywhere but where he wanted to look.

"Mad?" Jeremy seemed genuinely confused. "Why the fuck would I be mad, because you like my cock? Shit! If that made me angry I'd be the hulk! I don't care dude, look all you want. It's flattering. It would be nice if you appreciated all the work I did, my build, my muscles. The cock itself was a gift ...