The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... side to manipulate and give shape to their respective pieces. Kyle showed Josh the pussy pitcher that won him access to Jeremy and he decided he would build a partner pitcher, this one with a scrotum, testicles and a cock, cleverly disguised into the piece, the latter as the spout. Lacking the technical skills to pull that off, Josh worked his piece, mimicking Kyle as best he could, until he had a usable vase with no punchouts or handles or long flowing spouts.

"Holy shit!" Jeremy exclaimed. "That is awesome Josh, you are a fucking natural! We need to open a studio together, shit! Did you see that, Kyle? You're a great te-"

Jeremy stopped dead in his tracks. He struggled to see what he was seeing.

"Don't be afraid to see it," Kyle advised.

"OOOOOOOOH!!!! Noooooo! No way! You fucking genius cocksucker! That is so cool! That is so much fucking fun! I love that!" Kyle had never seen Jeremy so revved up and wondered if having his friend's approval of a possible career choice might have meant a lot more than Jeremy expected, or perhaps he was relieved at how much progress he had made in just a few weeks of diligent work.

Josh laughed hysterically at Jeremy's outburst and excitement. "What is it? I see an orchid. What do you see?"

Jeremy laughed, "Shut the fuck up! You know what you see! That is a cock, a giant cock spooging whatever is coming out of the pitcher spout. That cock is going to spooge margaritas!"

"A cock? Where do you see a penis? Look, this is a ...

... penis, nothing there looks anything like this," as he spoke, Josh pulled down his shorts, his dark pubic hair, untrimmed, encircled a long, slightly oblong shaped, uncut dick. It was Kyle's favorite dick-type for anal as the base tended to be wider and the head narrower. This made entry easier and still provided for a deeply satisfying ass plowing that could last much longer than with dicks with unusually large heads.

"That's not a dick," Jeremy quipped, "this is a dick. And look, I think he modeled the piece after me." Suddenly, Kyle had two half-naked men standing in front of him, both handsome and model gorgeous. How did he luck out like this? How did a simple boy from Missouri, brown eyed, brown haired, boy next door find himself in this most lovely predicament?

Both men laughed but did not pull their shorts back up. "Well, to be honest," Kyle offered, "the cock in the piece is erect, if there is indeed such a thing in the pitcher. We'd need you both to be hard to really determine if that is what's going on."

"Well," Jeremy replied, "if that is the only way to know, we have to know, we have no choice. But how the fuck am I going to get hard?"

Both men looked at Kyle who shook his head. He had been set up. "So this was not a one-time thing, it is now a daily thing?" he asked Jeremy.

Jeremy shrugged, "Doubt it, but you said anytime. Anytime is now, bitch, get on your knees."

Josh smiled and stood next to Jeremy. Slowly stroking his dick and curious to see ...