The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... years ago.

Roger was a glaze master. His works were not terribly complicated in terms of form, he liked large, fluid pieces that featured organic lines, even if such lines rendered the piece unusable. It did not matter. To him, the most important part of the work was the space it provided him to test and develop new glazes. Currently, he had been working on crystalline glazes which had to be fired in a very precise and time consuming way, first raising and then dropping the temperature slowly to encourage the growth of intricate crystalline shapes, much like sunbursts or snowflakes, though they ranged in color from plum to bright white.

As they walked in together, their looks were bizarre enough that Kyle stopped himself from saying hello. The three stood in silence for a few seconds until Roger finally spoke, "You are an amazing cock sucker? Why did I not know this?"

Kyle turned beet red, he dropped his head into his hands and did not want to ever look up again until the whole world had ended. Amanda and Roger could, for their part, not stop laughing. They were quoting Jeremy verbatim, and at times quoting Kyle, "Slurp, slurp, slurp, argh, argh, argh, brgh, brgh, brgh!"

"Suck my babymaker, Kyle!"

"Cock stalker, pervert!"

"This is how airmen fuck, Kyle!"

"Anything, Jeremy!"

Kyle's eyes opened wide and he shot the two torturers a mortified look, they heard that too. Kyle dropped his head to the table until the two had had their fun and were wiping ...

... tears away from the laughter.

"So how well do you with pussy, Kyle, because I am suddenly very curious," Amanda teased.

"Guys! Please! Nooooo! Stop!"

"That is not what you were saying ten minutes ago," Roger replied.

"That is enough, you've had your fun, fucking eavesdroppers!" Kyle said, hoping to regain some of his dignity.

"EAVESDROPPERS!" they both yelled in unison.

"Sweetie," Amanda replied, "Charles Lindbergh could hear you and he's been dead 50 years."

"We thought someone was attacking you," Roger said. "We came to save you! As we got closer we realized something else was happening. Now, I am very upset because I am going to need to go to Radio Shack and get a tune up on my gaydar, because I did not see your pretty boy student being a friend of Dorothy. That one caught me by surprise."

"He's not, oh God," Kyle threw his hands up in the air. "I think I am ready to go home."

"Oh no you are not!" Amanda protested loudly. "You are coming out with us for drinks and telling us all about this allegedly straight muscle monster, and we want details. Size, girth, weight, birthmarks, everything!"

Kyle shook his head and laughed as the three closed up and headed out the door.

The next day, Kyle was not sure how things might be with Jeremy but it turned out he had nothing to worry about. The two did not work out together anyway, though Kyle was basically one or two machines behind Jeremy on all his workouts, a habit developed during the stalking days. ...