The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... here. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

Jeremy smiled, "I know that. I thought about this a lot because last time it seemed weird how much I liked it when you rubbed the top of my dickhead. It felt good. But I had to think things through, I am not always spontaneous. After thinking about, I kinda decided I would see if there was a good opportunity to thank you and to enjoy that feeling again," Jeremy let out an exasperated breath, "I don't know how to explain it, but fuck, do I really have to convince you? You got smoking hot and fit just so you could see me in the shower."

Kyle smiled and slowly descended until he was on his knees, "Sauna too, and the hot tub."

"Fucking perv, stalking my cock for months. Well, here's your chance, finally. Suck my fat bone, Kyle," Jeremy instructed, in spite of the words, his voice still soft and tender.

This was a dream and completely unexpected. Kyle had assumed the gym was a one-time thing and Jeremy's own aversion to leaking pre-ejaculate made Kyle think he would never see the gorgeous thing again. He looked directly at the massive joystick. He got closer to it, touched it, lifting it slowly to his lips. Feeling the velour and satin of his skin, the raging heat of the blood coursing through the fat wand, He kissed the head, flicking his tongue into the piss slit, the cock smile. Jeremy pushed out a low, subtle, guttural moan.

Kyle opened his mouth wider, his tongue running circles around the large ...

... perfectly smooth glans, tasting the sweat of the day, the faint acid of urine, the sweet, muskier funk of testosterone. Jeremy's moans grew louder and he rewarded Kyle with a few drops of pre-cum. Kyle savored them, trying to suck more out of the tiny opening. His hands remained busy. One griped the stud's cock at the base and slowly jerked him off, the other massaged his balls, at times pulling and tugging lightly, squeezing just enough to feel him begin to wince, and periodically, bringing the orbs up to Kyle's mouth for a tongue wash.

"Oh shit, I didn't know," Jeremy was moaning and slurring his words. "I didn't know how good, fucking shit, I had no idea. Suck my babymaker Kyle, suck it!"

Kyle needed little encouragement. He was working to take in the entire thing, descending down the long meaty pole, pushing past his throat and trying to get through the final point of resistance as well as the pain in his jaw. He had not yet managed a full deep throat but he made sure every bit of effort was generating pleasure for Jeremy. On the way back up he would twist his head, lick the pole inside his mouth, and hum loudly to let Jeremy feel the vibrations in his throat. He never let the head of the python slip from his mouth, always applying pressure and spit and long, slow licks of his tongue. But it was a massive cock.

Jeremy was turned on, "You are so good at this, I want to fuck your face down to the base. Shit! Take it all! Let me pump my cock down your throat! That feels ...