This is the third of Tanner's Tales. I have received quite a response to the earlier installments of this story and will continue it, at least for a while. Tanner has provided me with enough material for a few more installments. Beyond that we will see if there is interest on the part of readers and interest on Tanner's part in continuing the series.

As with the earlier installment, this story is based on Tanner's experiences as he described them to me. I have tried to put his material into written form, more or less as he was presented to me in e-mail notes and telephone conversations. It is presented as a factual account but I have omitted or changed the names of certain universities, corporations and individuals.

In this part of his narrative, Tanner has shared memories of his first experience with "fisting." He returns to this practice as well as other practices which are generally considered "unsafe" or "high risk" in later episodes. It is important for me to make it clear to readers that I have no personal experience with these practice and have relied entirely on Tanner's descriptions. I am concerned that this story might encourage these practices among the uninitiated or uninformed readers. I can not personally encourage or condone such practices because of the apparent dangers involved.

Readers interested in the subject are encouraged to find one of several inter-net sites which deal with fisting in greater detail. These sites give information on health, safety and related issues.

I would be very interested in hearing from readers who have personal experience with the practice of fisting, both to satisfy my own curiosity and to confirm or correct any ideas expressed by Tanner and related in these stories.

As in the earlier installment, I have not attempted to convey the exact tone or the accent with which Tanner speaks but I think you will realize that he comes from the Deep South and although he now spends most of his time in the New York City area, he still speaks with echoes of his original regional accent.

Andrew has again proofed this story and both Tanner and I want to express our thanks for all his help.

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"So what`s a P.A.?" I asked as Sean and I lay in the huge bed and continued kissing.

"A Prince Albert," he replied, a bit of a chuckle in his voice. "He's said to have had one."

"No shit! You mean Queen Victoria`s husband?"

"The very same. Kind of kinky, don`t you think?"

"Yeah, very kinky, considering the reputation of that era for being very uptight."

"Well, it just goes to show, things aren`t always what they seem. I guess in their day a lot went on behind closed doors, but was never talked about in public, and of course, the royals had to serve as a good example for the masses. I guess those days are long gone."

"Yeah, now the masses have to be the model for the royals, or in this country for the folks who want to be seen as our leaders."

"Well, any way, that's were the expression P.A. comes from."

"So are you going to put your rings in for me, now that we have all the historical stuff figured out?"

"Sure," Sean said with a grin. He rolling off the bed and walking naked out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with his tack kit and flopped back down beside me on the bed. He dug around in the kit and came up with a small box from which he extracted four stainless steel rings. The smallest were a pair, about five eighths of an inch in diameter, which he told me were tit rings. They were of the "Captured Bead" style, as was the third, which was the same thickness but about an inch in diameter. The biggest ring was about an inch and half in diameter and solid.

"The three captured bead rings are eight gauge," he said.

"What about the big one?"

"It's a lot thicker but I don't know the gauge. It`s not for a piercing, though."

"What is it for?"

"It's a cock ring, Tan."

"You put it around your cock, right? I've heard guys talking about that."

"Yeah, this one is big enough to go around the base of my cock as well as my balls."

"You got to be kidding."

"No, really." He proceeded to fit it over his scrotum, pushing one ball through and then the other. It was tight, but it worked. Once he had both of his balls through the ring and it was positioned tightly up against his body, he pushed his soft cock through it, too. It looked painful and I couldn't see the point.

"Okay, you can do it, but why bother?"

"Do you know the mechanics of an erection?"

"Sure, we learned about all that in a seventh grade health class. You get sexually excited and blood rushed into your cock, swelling it and keeping it hard."

"Well, that is sort of right. You have blood going into and out of your cock all the time. When you get aroused there is a sort of valve which shuts down or slows down the flow of blood out of your cock so most of what goes in stays in. That's what keeps it hard."

"Okay."

"Well, a cock ring keeps a lot more of that blood in your cock so you get harder and maybe even a little bigger, and once hard, you stay hard until you take the ring off."

"So you could just keep it on and stay hard all the time."

"Maybe, but I think that could get harmful, or at least painful. I've never gone more than three hours."

"And you stayed hard all that time?"

"Yep, pretty much. I may get a little soft, but I never completely loose my erection when I have it on."

"I want to see how it works." I leaned forward and took his soft cock in my mouth, sucking it, licking it, playing with it until it was a rigid pole. And Sean was right, he held that erection until he removed it much later that night. I didn't bring him off, but I sure got his cock standing at attention.

"Now I want to see those rings in your tits and your cock," I said as I raised up and looked at him.

"Okay, here." He popped the ball out of one of the nipple rings and handed it to me. "Just push it through."

"You sure you want me to do this?"

"Yeah, I want to watch you do it."

I pushed the open ring against what I assumed was the piercing, a small pucker on the side of his tit, but nothing happened.

"Try a little lube," Sean said.

I pushed the ring into the cream and then applied it to his tit again. This time it slipped in. When it was all the way in, Sean took over and put the little black ball back in place. I did the same with the second ring and then sat back and looked at him. He looked so fucking hot!

Sean's chiseled body was nicely tanned. It was also completely smooth. The two rings dangling from his tits were like the crowning jewels.

"So do you want to put the P.A. in too?"

"I don't think I have the nerve."

"Sure you do. Just take a good grip on my cock. It isn't like you haven't handled it before."

I took his cock in my hand, holding the head firmly between my thumb and first finger.

"Now," he said, handing me the ring, "just slip the end of the ring in so it's pointing down and then you must move it back letting it slide along the floor of the passage until you find the piercing. When the ring hits it, it will slip through."

I did as he said, moving slowly until the end of the ring was over an inch into his cock. Then suddenly it seemed to catch.

"That's it," Sean said, now just push it down like you were trying to rotate it through the wall of my cock."

Again, I did as he said and felt the ring slip in. Suddenly I saw the piercing, which until then had been invisible, open a little and the end of the ring slip through.

"You got it," Sean said, taking over from me. He rotated the ring around until the opening was just outside the slit of his cock and then slipped the black ball between the two ends, where it was captured.

"It looks really hot," I said, looking at his throbbing cock with the stainless steel ring protruding from the slit and circling down and back to where it disappeared through the wall of the shaft just behind the flair of its bulbous head. I leaned forward and sucked the crown into my mouth, running my tongue over the slit and the ring. I backed off and looked up at him. "I can see why you like it."

"You've been fucked before, right, Tan?"

"Yeah, several times."

"Have you ever had a cock as big as mine up your ass?"

"Almost as big but not quite."

"Well, you are in for a treat. I'll spread that cute ass of yours more than it's ever been spread before and when the ring gets to working over your prostate you'll think you've died and gone to heaven."

"You fuck with the ring in?"

"Sure. It feels great to me and even better to the guy I'm banging."

"I want you in me now."

"I know, but we are going to play another game first."

"What's that?"

"You ever gotten into water sports?"

"No."

"I'm going to clean you out."

"I don't feel like a need to take a dump."

"You may not feel like it, but I'm still going to clean you out."

"You got to?"

"No, I don't got to, but if I'm going to shove my cock up your ass, I want to. Besides, you need to learn how to do it for yourself, so you'd just as well get used to it."

"Bill said that's what you were doing to your own ass when you came in from the hot tub."

"Yeah, that's right. I don't like getting fucked, especially by a cock as big as yours, when my ass is full of shit."

"We are talking about an enema here, aren't we?"

"That's the general idea. Once you've had a few you will probably decide you actually like it."

"That's hard to believe, Sean."

"Well, even if you don't like it, you are going to have to get used to it."

"So is this like those little bottles you can buy at the drug store?"

"No, Tanner, anybody who gets into it has an attachment added to their shower."

"Is that the tube thing I saw in the bathroom?" I asked, nodding toward the door.

"Yeah, each of the bedrooms here has a private bath and each bath has a hose attached to the shower."

"So you did it to yourself before I fucked you?"

"Yeah, I didn't want you pulling your cock out of me and bringing a bunch of the brown along with it."

"And you don't want to fuck me till I'm clean."

"You got it, babe, so come on."

Note: As I read over my transcript of Tanner's description of the following activities, it hard from me to realize that he was just seventeen at this time. I have wondered if he hasn't imposed a more mature view of these and other activities than he actually had at the time. In response to my questions, however, Tanner insists that he has described these events as accurately as possible, not only trying to remember the facts accurately, but also remembering his attitudes toward them at that age and time.

I followed him into the bathroom and stood meekly like a little boy waiting for his mom to adjust the shower.

"That's good, Tan, let's get in. We got into the large stall together and I waited, not knowing what to do. Sean got the water temperature and pressure the way he wanted them. A four or five foot rubber hose was attached to a valve on the side of the shower arm. At its end was a harder rubber tube which looked like a skinny black dick, about half an inch in diameter and seven or eight inches long. "Okay, boy, turn around and assume the position."

I turned and spread my legs as I leaned against the tile wall of the shower stall for support.

"Wider," Sean said as he moved one of his own feet between mine and pushed my legs as far apart as they would go. I felt him lather my ass with soap and then work a finger into my hole. He moved it around in me, making me squirm. "Ready?"

"Yeah, I guess."

He pointed the rubber tube at my ass and slowly pressed it in. I groaned as it went past my prostate. Then I felt my body being flooded with warmth. Sean opened the valve full blast, allowing water to pass through the tube into my gut. I felt my stomach swelling and looked down to see my abdominal muscles bulged out a little.

"I can't take any more, Sean," I groaned.

"Okay. I'm turning it off. Now just keep you ass clamped shut and let it do a little work in there."

I stood very still with my ass clamped tight, feeling as if I'd loose it if I moved at all. My stomach began to cramp and I felt as if gallons of water were churning around in there. Suddenly I knew I couldn't hold it any longer.

"I got to let it go, Sean."

"Okay, just get on the stool and let it go."

I barely made it. With a really embarrassing gush the water shot from my ass. When I felt as if I had gotten rid of all of it, Sean motioned me back to the shower stall and again soaped my ass and reinserted the tube. This time it was easier. I felt the water flooding my bowels, felt as if it was pushing up into my gut, felt as if every part of by body was being filled with warmth. Suddenly I realized that I liked the way it felt. That was a new sensation.

Sean slowly withdrew the tube and again had me stand there as long as possible. When I finally moved the toilet I was less urgent and felt a lot more in control.

He filled me a third time and then, when I returned to the shower, he gently washed me, working up a heavy lather and soaping my entire body. It felt as if he was making love to me. He again lathered my ass and worked his fingers into me, one, then two, then three, spreading me, opening me up.

"You going to fuck me here in the shower?" I asked, feeling like a little kid under his complete control, completely at his mercy. It was odd, but I realized that I sort of liked being in that position with Sean. I felt as if I could just let go, let him take over, let him have his way with me. I'd begun to understand that I really trusted the guy. If fact, I realized I wanted him to dominate me.

"No, not yet. I'm just making sure you're clean." He probed a little deeper, making me squirm. "And I want to open you up a little."

When he had finished and we'd both rinsed, he drew me into a warm, wet hug and held me to him.

"You okay?" he whispered.

"Yeah. It was a little embarrassing but I survived."

"What part was embarrassing?"

"Well, you know, letting you do it, then having that geyser of a dump with you right here."

"Because it was loud?"

"Yeah," I backed up a little so I could look into his face, "and is stunk like an outhouse." I grinned and added, "I guess you could say it smelled like shit."

"It's a bodily function, Tan. Everybody does it, one way or another."

"I guess."

"Well, now it's done and you are so clean you could pass military inspection."

"I just want to pass your inspection," I said as I reached for a towel and began to dry us. "Can we get back to bed now?"

"If you want. There are better places to do what I have in mind."

"Like where, for example." I still thought he might be going to take me right there in the bathroom.

"Well, this place has a basement, Tanner."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, a very interesting basement."

"Is this like the playrooms you've told me about?"

"Yes, a very well equipped playroom."

I was silent for a moment, thinking. "Do you mind if I pass?" I finally said. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"Sure, kiddo," Sean smiled and patted me on the rear. "I do want to give you a tour, though, if not tonight, tomorrow."

"You sound as if this is important."

"Tanner, I'm going to be frank with you. If you come on board with us you will be expected to know your way around a lot of kinky stuff."

"Okay, I'm a fast learner."

"I've noticed," Sean smiled at me again. "I guess I've begun to have some special feelings for you, boy, and I just want to get you down there when it's just the two of us so I can introduce you to some stuff. I don't want you wandering into that scene unprepared."

"Thanks, Sean, I appreciate that." We'd stopped in the doorway between the bathroom and the bedroom, just standing there together with our arms around each other. "I guess I have some special feelings for you, too."

Sean leaned into me and we kissed. It still seemed a little strange, just a little, but I really liked it, the feel of his lips on mine, his mouth open and his tongue exploring. I was learning to relax and not worry if it was queer or not. Like Sean had said the first time we were together, I had no problem with fucking a guy, so why should I worry about kissing him?

It was a nice kiss, but not one of our long, deep kisses. Sean drew back a little, still holding me in a close hug. "Well, we'll save the playroom for now. Maybe we'll have a chance to take a look in the morning before Bill gets going."

"You think it's sort of urgent?"

"Yeah, I guess I do. I figure Bill is going to insist on us playing down there this weekend and I want to give you a tour and maybe a few lessons before he starts anything."

I waited there, just enjoying being held, enjoying the warmth and strength of Sean's body. "Are you saying Bill will want to play with me, Sean?"

"Yeah, that's a forgone conclusion. How do you feel about that?"

"I've got no problem with it. I could have given him a blow job tonight and I sure wouldn't mind fucking him."

"What if he wants to fuck you?"

"I'd be okay with that, too."

"What if he wants to get rough with you? Could you handle that?"

"Is that what he'll want?"

As we continued talking, we moved toward the bed. Sean grabbed a big towel and before I could lie down, he spread it over the center of the bed and motioned for me to lie on it. He quickly followed and we stretched out side by side. Sean pulled me over onto him so my head was lying on his shoulder. I started playing with the ring in his left nipple. Because of the cock ring he was wearing, he'd never gotten soft, but he was a little less than fully erect and as I played with his tit, twisting the ring, I was his dick harden that last little bit to its maximum size.

"Bill likes to get rough but it's hard to tell what way he`ll go on any particular occasion," Sean said. "Sometimes he's completely passive. He'll just want to watch other guys doing stuff and then maybe have them get him off with a blowjob. Other times he can get rough. When he starts playing power games I think he sort of loses it."

"Is he dangerous?"

"I don't think so. I've seem him get sort of mean. At times like that, he's not just playing rough. He really is rough. But I've never seen him totally lose control and I've never seen him really hurt anybody."

"You're kind of scaring me, Sean."

"That's part of my job. I don't want you getting in over your head."

"What do you mean, part of your job?"

"Well, look at it like this, buddy, you could think of me as a talent scout. The XXX Corporation likes to help the old alma mater recruit the best jocks available. They put up the money for scholarships and books and the whole load, everything the system says is legal."

"And then they kick in a little bit more, right?"

"Not for everyone, Tanner. That's what you need to understand. If a guy had a high school record as good as yours but was completely straight, they'd still recruit him. They'd just give him the legal package.

"If the guy got his girl knocked up, they'd take care of it, quietly, through some middle man. If he got married, they'd help out, probably by getting the sweet little wife a cushy job within walking distance of the campus and maybe even paying the rent on a nice apartment. But that would be all. If the guy was offered a summer job it would be a real job, probably something in his field so he could use it on his resume."

"But then there's the guy like me, the footballer who just happens to like guys."

"Exactly. I scout for jocks first, usually football players. That was my sport so it`s natural for me to recruit in that area. There are several of us working for XXX who do more or less the same job. We look for the best jocks coming up through high schools in about a six state area. If I spot a high school football player who looks like a good bet, I try to get him into a good football camp during the summer between his eleventh and twelfth year. It's just what we did for you, and XXX pays all the bills. But I also keep my ears to the ground. If I pick up vibes I check them out."

"That's what you did with me."

"Yep, one of your old playmates made an offhanded remark when I was checking references on you, and I called in our behind-the-scenes guy to run it down."

"What, exactly, did this old playmate of mine say?"

"If I told you that, you could probably figure out who said it. It doesn't matter anyway. I guess when a guy like me has done this for a few years you get a sort of sixth sense. What your buddy said probably wouldn't have meant anything to anyone else. It was just the way he talked about you, like he really liked you, and not just as a friend. When I get that kind of response I wonder if there may be a fire causing the smoke."

I was working Sean's tit now, really working it. I sucked it between my lips and played with the ring with my teeth and tongue. I pulled at it, hard enough to cause him some pain, but he never flinched and never asked me to slow down or ease off. When I looked down at his cock it was fully erect, pressing back against his stomach, pulsing with the rhythm of his heart.

"So did this guy act nellie or something?"

"No, not at all." Sean grinned at me and added, "I didn't know you had any nellie friends. I thought you went for the super butch jocks."

"I do, that's why I was wondering."

"Relax, Tan. You're safe in that closet of yours for as long as you can stand it. Nobody's ever going to guess you like dick."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Sean," I grinned, "but you were obviously getting to a point here. You said sometimes you pick up vibes and you check them out, right?"

"Yeah, I check out the vibes. Then I check out the guy. If he's cute and looks interested, I make a play. If he goes for it, I start introducing him into the system."

"You mean the unofficial system, the system which goes beyond the rules that say no sign on bonuses, no extra allowances, all that kind of stuff."

"Yeah, that system, the XXX Corporation's special corps of good looking, playful jocks."

"Jocks, not just football players?"

"On no, not just football players. We go after them all, no matter what games they play, but you might be interested to know most of our boys come from the football team and the swimming team, but we have them in every sport from baseball to golf."

"Swimmers?"

"Yep, quite a few simmers, second only to football players."

"Is that because XXX University has an especially strong swimming program?"

"I guess you could say it has an especially strong swimming program now, but originally it was because a certain senior executive at XXX Corporation had a thing for swimmers, so we recruited them."

"Well, I have to admit, I've seen some cute swimmers."

"Just wait till you meet ours!"

"So like you said, you're a kind of talent scout, looking for guys with some talent on the field and in the bed."

"You got it, fellow. But what you need to know is that I'm just the talent scout. Big man Bill, Mr. William C. Clark, Chief Financial Officer of the XXX Corporation, is the undisputed gatekeeper. He says who gets in and who gets assigned to Plan B, the scholarships and book allowances and not much more."

"So is that why I'm here this weekend?"

"That's right, Tanner. I'm not supposed to be putting you wise to the system, but, like I said, I'm getting fond of you."

I rose up and kissed him lightly on the lips. "You just like my big cock."

"Yeah, your big cock and your tight ass."

"Oh, that's right, you were going to fuck me."

"I haven't forgotten." He gently but forcibly pushed me off his shoulder and rolled me onto my back. "I had something else in mind first."

"Yeah?" I said as he moved over between my legs and knelt there, his own cock now dripping continuously onto the sheet. He grinned at me and lifted my legs onto his shoulders.

"You ever had your ass munched, Tanner?"

"No, I can't say that I have."

Note: Please refer to the comments I included in the introduction to this chapter. I am not endorsing oral/anal sex, fisting or other extreme forms of anal play and want to remind readers that while this narrative reflects sexual practices which were common in the early to mid-1980s, our current understanding of HIV and other sexually transmitted diseases now makes safe sex a much more urgent matter.

"Well," he continued as he pushed my knees up against my shoulders, opening my butt crack and exposing my ass to his attack, "you can't beat it for a late night snack. Very satisfying and no calories at all."

With that he lowered his mouth to my ass, opening his lips to completely surround the puckered bud. His tongue began to circle it, leaving it wet and slick.

Sean formed his tongue into a hard spear and pressed at the center of my winking rosebud, causing it to twitch and wink even more. He worked his tongue in a little and I felt myself relax, open to him, yield to his approach. I realized that I was groaning but didn't know when I'd begun. My body was tensing with each thrust of his tongue, then quickly relaxing as he drew back a little.

He thrust deeper, his tongue running circles around the inside of my ass, my sphincter giving up any objection and becoming relaxed, ready, wanting more. He was letting his saliva run down the trough of his tongue into my ass, leaving me wet to overflowing, laving the walls of my ass, opening me, making me cry out for more, for wetter and bigger, for his fingers, his fist, his cock, just wanting, needing, demanding to be fucked.

"Oh, yeah, Sean, that's so fucking hot."

He brought his hand to my ass and soon his tongue was joined by a finger, moving in tandem together, opening me a little at a time. One finger became two and then three, but his tongue had not left the team. It was still there, thrusting, forcing it's way in, supplying the saliva which lubricated the movements of his fingers. He withdrew his fingers and then pushed back in again, this time with four fingers formed into a wedge. I groaned and pushed against him, willing myself to relax, willing him into me.

"I think it's time to switch to lube," Sean said as he pulled out and reached for a can in the bed stand. With one hand, he popped the lid and stuck his whole hand into the thick substance, coming away with the white stuff clinging to it as thick as clay.

This time his wedged hand was bunched around his thumb, forming a pointed battering ram, which was soon pressing into my ass. I felt his slow progress, felt myself slip into a state of bliss. I was there but not there, wanting this to happen, but not really caring anymore. When he was in as far as his knuckles, he stopped and held his right hand there, not attempting to move in any further. With his left hand he began to gently stroke my stomach, willing me to relax. I think I dozed. I lost all track of time.

I heard a murmuring and realized at last that it was my own voice. "Yes, in, in all the way, I want you in." The phrase was repeated again and again without my willing it. I have no idea how long we stayed like that.

"Your call, buddy," Sean said after a while, his voice no more then a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"We got this far last time when I stopped. I didn't want to go too far, too fast. But it's clear you have a very talented ass. I think with a little practice you'll be able to open up as wide as me."

"Yeah?" I realized that I'd slipped into an almost euphoric state, almost sleeping, but not quite, not really sleep, but a sort of trance from which I could sense my body there with Sean invading it, but I felt so removed, so at peace, so yielded to him that it was as if I had no remaining will of my own.

Sean seemed to sense where I was. He was unwilling to take me further, wanting me, instead, to establish the parameters.

"So tell me, Tan, shall I push on in? If you want it, you'll have to ask for it, you'll have to tell me what you want. If you don't say anything, I'll wait a little longer and then pull out."

It wasn't that I didn't want to speak, it was just that I couldn't find my voice. I was lost somewhere in a cloud of perfect stillness. My body had become a fixed point around which the rest of the universe revolved.

I felt Sean move. He was backing out, letting his fingers slip from my hungry ass.

I rallied all my strength and managed just one word, "NO."

"You want me to stay like this?"

"No, Sean, in." I found my voice and was able to add, "I want you to come in."

"You're sure, Tan?"

"Yes, Sean, I want you to fist me."

I felt Sean's hand pressing into me. I know he was doing the work, but it felt as if my own body had taken over and it was drawing him into me. I held my breath as the last pressure slipped away and knew we'd done it, Sean and me.

"I'm in."

"Yeah."

Sean moved a little and with his left hand, pulled open the drawer of the bed stand and took out a hand mirror. It seemed a very odd thing for him to do.

"Look, Tan," he said and I opened my eyes to see what it was he was so intent on me seeing.

As I looked into the mirror I saw that his forearm was gone. His right shoulder was were it should be and his right biceps were bulging, hard, flexed to their maximum size. His elbow was there but just below it was a blur of white, the white cream, I reasoned. Then just a little lower down, his arm just vanished.

"Can you see?"

"Your arm is gone," I said. I was just stating a fact. There seemed to be no reason for alarm.

"It's in you, Tan. My fist is in your gut."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Very slowly Sean began to move, not really fucking my ass with his fist, but moving rhythmically, causing my whole body to shift and rock with each slow, easy stroke.

He'd only done it a minute of two when I felt my body clench. It was as if every muscle in my body was flexed and contracted to its maximum degree.

"Oh, Sean," I gasped as my balls exploded and my belly was flooded with jolt after jolt of my seed.

Sean stayed in me a few moments longer and then slowly, gently withdrew his arm from my ass. I felt empty, abandoned. He moved up over me and spread his warm body over mine. He got his hands under my knees and lifted them again until he had unobstructed access to my dilated ass. His pulsing cock found my gaping hole and slipped in.

Sean had a bigger cock than I'd ever taken before, but after he'd fisted me, my ass was so wide open that he could fuck me with no difficulty at all.

"Yes," I moaned as my legs and arms came up to engulf him, to hold him to me.

He established a gentle rhythm and then maintained it, a slow, easy rhythm which began to lull me again. I felt myself slipping back into that state of near sleep, and I was in a kind of ecstatic fog again.

I guess I sort of blacked out. It least I dozed. I came around just as Sean began to thrust a little harder, a little deeper, and then, rather suddenly, he reached his own climax. I felt myself flooded with his love. I felt as if I had crossed through some important door. I knew my life would never be the same again.

"Sean," I said, my voice barely audible, even to myself.

"Yeah, kiddo?

"I want in."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want to join your club."

"I think," he said with a sly smile, "that can be arranged."