The Potter's Studio Ch 1: Work the Clay
Kyle Foster rubbed water and a bit of soap on his face, pushing the suds back through his hair only to step under the shower head and let the strong hot stream soak him again and wash it all away. He was clean, he did not need to linger in the large gang showers at the gym. But he lingered, pretending to wash his pits again, scrubbing more soap into his ass crack, practically fingering himself in the middle of the open room lined on three sides with showerheads about four feet apart.
He wasn't there to get clean, he was there to watch Jeremy. To ogle him. More specifically, to stare lovingly at his dick and hope the young man, an airman first class, currently on medical leave, would not notice the drooling amidst all of the water Kyle was wasting. It was the longest, heaviest looking dick Kyle had ever seen. It looked larger and thicker flaccid than Kyle's six erect inches. And then there were his testicles, hypnotic and tempting; as Jeremy showered, his nuts swung about like a massive set of wrecking balls trapped in a thin, smooth sac that looked like it was ready to give up the fight at any moment, strained by the weight of the massive glands, each nearly as large as AAA grade, farm-fresh eggs. When he washed his thighs, his forearms would lift the sac and then let it fall, slapping against his leg, "Jiggle, jiggle, fo' sure," Kyle mumbled to himself.
"Going into the hot tub today?" Jeremy asked.
Kyle turned a few shades of deepening red. Jeremy was looking right at him while he was doing anything but making eye contact. He knew Jeremy's eyesight was the only reason he had not been caught and he felt like absolute, squished up shit. He moved his eyes up slowly, when he met Jeremy's gaze, there was no recognition of how badly he was objectifying the athletic airman. "Yeah, sure, I'll be there in a few."
"Awesome, I wanted to talk to you about something, maybe you can help me," he spoke in his typical affable tone, he was known around the gym both for his consistency and his physique, but also for being one of the friendliest men anyone could hope to meet. He remembered people's names, details about their lives, he was constantly surprising near total strangers with comments and suggestions about places to visit, movies, or new restaurants that aligned with their tastes, or some story they had told him six months back. While working out, he would politely offer help if he saw someone doing something potentially dangerous and he was widely trusted and liked, and most people had not even seen him naked. Physically, he could have been used as a live model in a human anatomy class. Every muscle on him was defined, every striation popped when he flexed, watching him was hypnotizing for this reason alone.
Every day, he showered precisely at 15:30, after his workout which started at 14:30, every day except Sunday which was his day off. He was consistent and predictable and so, those aching for an anatomy lesson, or a live demonstration on how to build an athletic, mesmerizing, enviable physique, they knew where to find the 6'2" man from Oklahoma City. He would be there at the same hour with his bright blue eyes dancing with joy and enthusiasm for life, his blond hair, cut close on the sides in a Maverick plays volleyball style, his body, its broad square chest, large tan nipples, the gymnast 8 pack, and his deep V that culminated in the obliques he worked hard, specifically to create this effect.
Kyle had found him by accident, he went to work out in the afternoon one day because he had driven his mother to the airport in the morning and had to return to the studio to assist with a special group of artists who wanted to do a Raku firing of the pieces they had been building all week during a workshop. Stinking of smoke, he took a shower before working out and that's when he first saw the physique after which all male physiques should have been modeled. They exchanged hellos and Kyle took a gamble that Jeremy would be there then next day at around the same time. It did not take long to memorize his entire routine and Kyle made sure to cross paths as often as he could, eventually the two became gym buddies.
As Jeremy walked out of the shower towards the sauna and hot tub space, Kyle wished he could just touch the high, round globes Jeremy had so diligently developed. Leg day was magic day for Kyle. Mondays and Thursdays Kyle could count on heavy spotting in his underwear.
After a minute had passed and his semi was under control, Kyle shut off his shower and walked dripping wet, his towel slung over his shoulder, into the hot tub room, just thirty feet from the main shower room. To either side of the room, a steam sauna and a dry sauna were almost never in use at this time of day. Behind the hot tub, two cold water shower heads allowed patrons to refresh themselves after using any of the heated elements in the 'Unwind' space. Jeremy was laying back in the hot tub which was calibrated to provide extraordinarily strong jets, which he was now clearly enjoying across his back.
"Welcome back!" Jeremy said, grinning and pretending to tap the water next to him with his hand. "Come take a load off, the water's fine!"
Kyle smiled back at the young man. Part of him hated how obsessed he was, how stupid it would be to try to explain this to anyone else. Part of him was also happy that this was the object of his desire and not a guy that worked at a donut factory. Over the three months that he had been stalking, or in his parlance, admiring Jeremy, he had been working out five or six times per week and it was showing.
"Look at you, Kyle," Jeremy said, as Kyle stepped into the sunken hot tub. "Your abs are all popping, I can see six of them and they are so much more defined than before, your chest too, look at all that shadow you're casting from those meaty slabs. Your arms, all of you, it's easy to see how much your dedication to your own health is paying off, you're fucking bangable, bro! Go get 'em!"
Kyle laughed, "Thanks, I think I am in the best shape of my life, even better than when I was playing volleyball."
"No doubt, you're looking terrific bro, pretty soon you're going to be squatting 450," Jeremy laughed. Kyle laughed as well, though he did not know exactly why.
"So how are you doing? How is the treatment going?" Kyle asked, wanting to get the conversation off of himself.
"Ah, shit. Yeah, it's not good. My doctor is convinced I - shit, I have not told anyone outside my family - I have macular degeneration. He did not want to say that's what it was because I am too young for it, it's not usually ever seen in people under 40, never mind in their 20's, but that is what it is," Jeremy spoke as if describing the condition did not mean his life would drastically change. He spoke in a calm, explanatory voice, everything was what it was, the only reasonable thing was to accept it.
"My grandmother has that, Jeremy," Kyle replied, searching Jeremy's face for emotion or an appropriate response on his part. They had just opened the door to a type of intimacy he had not anticipated. "This means you can't ever - you can't - shit! That sucks!"
Jeremy nodded, "It's not horrible now and it will take time to get horrible, maybe decades if the meds they are giving me and the nutritional plan all work out, but yeah. That's the end of the road for my dream to become an Air Force pilot."
Saying it out loud was crushing. Kyle saw Jeremy's head slump forward and instinctively, he rose and sat next to him, placing his hand on the muscular shoulders.
Jeremy did not cry for long, after just a few tears, he raised his head, his eyes moist and reddened, and he let out a long breath. "What do you say we go into the steam sauna, I still have that thing I want to ask."
Kyle nodded. Jeremy stood up and Kyle suddenly went back to being an ogler. Jeremy's massive cut dick was now inches from his face. He had never been this close to the girthy, fleshy sleeping python and her softly cradled eggs. The piss slit seemed to be smiling at Kyle.
"Oooh, those jets, they get in there! It's like someone is fingering your hole," Jeremy joked.
Kyle let out a small, suppressed squeal that could not be distinguished between an expression of joy or torturous misery.
"C'mon, let's go. Don't be afraid of the jets, you get used to it," Jeremy smiled, it was a bit forced, he was still clearly upset, but joking was his way of pushing past.
Kyle looked sheepishly away, "You go, I will follow you in a minute."
"Well, then I'll stay here," Jeremy replied, shifting back towards Kyle and giving him a second brush with glory, a mere foot away from the promised land with all it's incredible delicious cucumbers, plums and creamy honey.
