The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... low whistle. "That was intense, best blow job ever. Are all guys that talented?

"No, just me," Kyle replied smiling.

"Oh, fuck, I didn't even ask," Jeremy stopped just as he was halfway pulling up his shorts. "Did you, umm, did you, uh, finish? I am not sure what to do, but I feel like I'd be rude. Maybe I can just bend over and let you lick my ass?"

"Was that a secret menu item? No one told me!" Kyle laughed. "But yes, I did, I finished. Right around when you called me a pervert, that got me home. I need to clean this up." Kyle's apron had caught most of it, but some had landed on the floor.

Jeremy smiled. "Hey, I hope this doesn't make things weird. I don't know if this is like, thank you and that is all the thanks you get, or something else. In my mind I made this decision to offer you my cock for one blowjob, but I am still working through things in my own head. I had not planned the when and, I mean, today started because you made a hot little pussy on a pitcher."

"Don't worry about it, Jeremy. Sexual attraction is not easy, especially if you are trying new stuff out, it can be confusing, and I don't even think its constant. From my side, until I say otherwise, it is always a hell yes to anything you want, but I won't ask or suggest, other than to continue to complement that body of yours that has me beating off three times a day," Kyle responded in a jovial tone, hoping his words conveyed lightness and a returned sense of control for ...

... Jeremy.

"Anything?" Jeremy said, raising his eyebrows.

"No limits, no boundaries, no safe words, no holds barred, anything," Kyle clarified.

Jeremy laughed and shook his head, walking back towards his wheel which still needed to be cleaned up before he could head out. When he finished, he passed by Kyle's table where he was wrapping up the pussy piece so that it could dry evenly and slowly.

"What if I want to share you with my buddies Josh and Steve and we triple penetrate you and you have spooge drooling out your eyeballs instead of tears?"

Kyle looked up, smiled and gave his one word reply, "Anything."

With a quick eyebrow wink and a smile, Jeremy turned to head out the door. "See you at the gym tomorrow."

The Potter's Studio Ch 3: The Bisque Fire

Jeremy had not been gone more than two minutes when Amanda Simmons and Roger Wilkins walked in together, without knocking. Both had bizarre looks on their faces as if they were each about to spank Kyle for some unspoken wrongdoing. Amanda had been the Studio's manager for fifteen years now, she knew all the ins and outs and had been instrumental in helping the non-profit grow from a struggling dream to the success it was today. Her push to bring in a couple of artists with large social media followings, shortly after the death and retirement of two founding partners, had been an important step in that direction. Roger was, like Kyle, one of the newer artists. They had joined just a year apart, with Kyle being first, about six ...