The Potter's Studio - Sex Stories

The Potter's Studio

... pounds of clay on the wheel all at once.

"This is special, Kyle," Jeremy could not take his eyes of the piece. "Look at how the spout just reaches up into the air, it's both straining and somehow effortless, it's just fucking wizardry!"

Kyle looked at Jeremy with an expression of pleasant surprise. "That is really insightful, Jeremy. I actually started this series thinking about a woman walking down a long corridor, wearing a long silk robe. This is meant to convey the feeling you get when you see the fabric being dragged and floated up into the air at the same time. It's a fight between the air that is being whipped upward by the woman's movement, and gravity that always seeks to pull us back into the earth, and inertia which seeks to keep everything still. I am trying to convey that tension in all of this series."

"That was your inspiration? A chick walking down the hallway? Was she wearing a bra?" Jeremy asked, grinning.

"No, she wasn't wearing anything at all. You want me to make a pitcher of her perky apple-shaped tits? The fabric glued to her nipples, made hard by the chill night air? Or maybe I can trace the mound of her pussy into the side of the piece," Kyle teased.

"Yeah!" Jeremy replied. "Do that! Can you imagine your piece with a hidden camel toe?" He burst out laughing but gave Kyle an idea. On the inside of the handle, he began to shape a perfect small mound, a modest vulva with just the barest hint of lips peeking out and a faint opening, the ...

... tiniest line. If you did not know what you were looking for, you would not see it, but every time someone slid their fingers into the space between the handle and the body of the pitcher, they would be fingering a pussy.

Jeremy watched Kyle work, mouth agape, almost drooling. As Kyle sat back to decide if he was finished, Jeremy leaned back a little, "Look," he said, nodding towards his crotch.

Shirtless, small droplets of clay on his forearms, an eager, horned up grin on his face, a long thick cock straining to tear the fabric on his basketball shorts, he looked like a porn dream. It was Kyle's turn to drool. Kyle took his hands off his piece and wantonly stared at the muscular man's tented pole. Jeremy surprised him again by pulling down his shorts and stepping out of them, taking a deliberate step towards Kyle. His dick swung up at first, Kyle saw the testicles pull up slightly by the force of the massive meat releasing. Then the whole package slapped hard against Jeremy's leg, an audible 'clap' sound made Kyle gasp quietly.

"I've been thinking about it, and I am really grateful for everything you are doing for me, and I want to do something for you, for both of us if you are ok with it," Jeremy stepped even closer, his cock now tapping Kyle's leg as he sat on his work stool. "If not, it's fine, I just thought you might enjoy it."

Kyle struggled, not with the want, but with the why. "You don't have to thank me, Jeremy. Our friendship is awesome, I love having you ...