The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... make sure his favorite cocksucker got his proper finish as well. But proper fucking had not been on the list of options.

"Really?" Kyle asked, this was an exciting development, but Kyle always worried Jeremy's gratitude was pushing him into sexual experiences he might not truly want or regret down the road. "I did not think that interested you."

"Of course it does!" Jeremy exclaimed. "Seeing how Josh's eyes roll to the back of his head and he goes into mindless cursing rants, the way he describes your hole here and when we drive home, he loves your pussy, all of that is absolutely going to make me want to fuck you. It's just..."

"What is it, Jeremy? You can tell me anything, you know this," Kyle urged him on.

"I don't want to hurt you and I have hurt girls before, they bled," he said, his head slumping. "I felt like shit and broke up with them afterwards from the guilt."

"That happens at times," Kyle confessed. "It's not great and you don't want to keep fucking afterwards until the fissures heal, but you can almost always prevent them. It can be done safely and where we all enjoy it, I promise."

"I'll do everything you ask, Kyle, I want it to be perfect for you and I want to finish inside you. Fucking Josh has me all riled up with his fucking tales of an ass that grips your cock and swallows the whole thing," Jeremy had clearly given this some thought, his tone a blend of pleading and lust.

"Well, we'll put it off for now, as you said. But one of the ...

... things that helps is to make sure your bottom is excited and eager to take you in. I hear kissing helps," Kyle said, biting his lower lip and smiling.

Jeremy leaned in and kissed Kyle, slowly, both mouths open, creating a space for their tongues to wrestle and slip and slither all over each other. Kyle was immediately hard but he knew this was not the moment for more, Roger was due back any minute. He pulled away from the kiss, smiled and gave Jeremy a peck on the cheek. Jeremy squeezed Kyle's cock through his shorts, a few drops of precum soaking through the fabric. "I think my bottom is quite excited," he said, tauntingly.

As he went back towards the kilns to check on them, the two heard the main door to the workspace opening, "Hi boys, what did I miss?" Roger crooned.

"Just headed to the kilns now," Jeremy replied, turning to flex for Roger. His biceps thick and round like softballs, the veins on his forearms popping as if they might burst, his abs tensed, bursting and defined under his taut, youthful, nearly hairless skin. "Wanna follow me?" he asked innocently.

"Kyle, you brought a demon into this peaceful village, you fucking cock-hungry cunt!" Roger snapped, but meekly followed the handsome, blue-eyed demon.

When they returned, Amanda had joined them. She was holding her purse in the crook of her elbow and her phone in her hand.

"So, what did you want to tell us?" Jeremy asked, as the three sat down around Kyle's worktable with open soft drinks in front ...