Tanner's Tales #6
By John Yarer

This is the sixth installment of Tanner's Tales. I have continued to have lengthy telephone conversations and exchanges of e-mail with Tanner since Part 5 of this series was posted. The information and comments which he provided to me recently have been more fragmented and actually covered several incidents which took place over a period of several months. With his permission I have combined several incidents into this chapter. In doing so, I have not changed the events as he described them but have tried to give them more unity as part of the larger on-going story. Tanner continues to express some reticence about sharing stories of his life after his college years and the time he spent with the XXX Corporation.

It is clear that for Tanner those years were the most enjoyable phase of his life and he has been less willing to discuss the period which followed. I have encouraged him to continue relating the stories to me so I can, in turn, continue this series. I know that after I suggested readers encourage him to continue sharing his recollections, some of you did write to him directly. I hope other readers will do so by writing to me at the address at the bottom of this introduction, or to him at:


I now intend to combine the remaining material I have received from Tanner and present it as the seventh chapter of this series. That chapter will end with a short summary of Tanner's life from his college years to the present. I will end the series at that point but will be willing to write further installments if I receive more material from Tanner.

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 presented it 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.

Please refer to my introductory notes for Tanner's Tales #3, in which I discuss the topics of "S and M," "Fisting" and "Rough Sex." I would be 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 installments, 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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When I came around on Sunday morning, the house was quiet and I was pressed close on either side by Sean and Tommy. We were all still naked and I wanted to use this opportunity to be with both of them at once. My problem, though, was a bursting bladder. I slowly sat up and slid down the bed, sitting up on the foot and then making a hasty run to the bathroom.

When I came back into the bedroom, Sean and Tommy had moved over toward each other and Tommy's massive right arm was draped over Sean's equally massive chest. I just stood there looking at these two amazing men for several minutes and then figured I'd just go for it, even if I woke them up in the process.

I crawled up the length of the bed, forcing them apart and then filling the space between them. Tommy groaned and pressed his hard cock against my ass as my cock pressed against Sean's.
They both seemed to still be asleep but then Sean reached back and grasped my shaft, moving it slowly up and down his crack, spreading my wetness over the pucker of his ass.

Finally, when he had himself sufficiently wet, he pressed back a little against the pulsing head of my cock, forcing its head into his hot ass. I groaned and tried to move in the tight space between Sean's back and Tommy's front. Not realizing how little room I had to move, Sean looked back over his shoulder and said in a half whisper, "you going fuck me, stud, or just lay there making rude noises?"

Lying on my side, it wasn't the easiest position for fucking, but I thrust forward, driving my hard cock deep into Sean's welcoming ass. Almost at once I felt Tommy moving against me, as he aligned his own mysterious cock with my ass. As I pulled back from Sean's ass, preparing to start a slow, rhythmic fuck, my ass encountered the wet, weeping head of Tommy's beast, which, despite its huge size, slid easily into my willing ass. Surprised by the ease with which he entered me, I remembered the night before. My ass had been opened as never before and was still probably gaping, as well as still liberally coated with the white cream Sean had worked into me.

"Yeah," we all three growled together and then Tommy rammed forward, driving his hot cock into me and forcing me forward into Sean. Sean pressed back, signaling his desire for more and suddenly the three of us were a coordinated sex machine.

My ass was so sore. The working over it had gotten the night before had left me open and raw.

Every time Tommy's log rammed into me I almost screamed but there was no way I was stopping now. My mouth had found Sean's shoulder and my teeth were marking him. The pain of Tommy pounding into my abused ass was passed on to Sean by the way I was gnawing at him in the heat of my lust.

Sean brought his hand up and with his open palm on my forehead, shoved me off his shoulder. It was red with my teeth marks but he'd managed to get me off before I drew blood. That was more than I could say for my ass.

I turned my head a little to the side so I could see Tommy. He was supporting his head with one hand and had the other extended over me and around Sean. I could tell from his position and the motion of his arm that he was working Sean's cock, bringing him to climax with us.

"It was you that fucked me last night," I said. It wasn't a question. I knew, my ass knew, the feel of that huge cock in my ass.

"Yeah, stud puppy," Tommy growled at me. "I banged you then and I'm banging you now. You like it, too, don't you?"

"Oh, yeah. You're killing my raw ass but don't you dare stop."

At about that point I felt my own climax begin to build and I turned my attention back to the wonderful feel of my cock in Sean's talented ass. I felt the first wave shoot the length of my cock and felt my hot seed blast into his waiting ass.

"Yeah," Sean moaned and he bucked back against me and I felt his own ass clench, knowing as it gripped my cock that he was there with me, blasting his own seed out into Tommy's hand and onto the already soiled sheets.

My own ass was going into a fit, a series of tremors running through me, making me feel as if there was a buzz saw in my bowels. Tommy shot into me, wave after wave of his hot stuff. We all collapsed, one gasping pile of spent male lust.

Sweat was pouring off us and the bed was soaked. I was pressed between them and my nose was filled with the strong male reek of overworked bodies and stale spunk.

Slowly, as my cock withered and I pulled out of Sean, he moved over and rolled to face me. His lips met mine and we kissed, slowly, almost tenderly, after the raw, rough energy of our fucking. It was odd how quickly the mood could change.

He lifted his head and leaned over me to kiss Tommy and the two of them rolled me over onto my back and began to gently stroke my body, which was slick with sweat.

"You are one fine looking kid," Tommy said, his voice now soft. "And I owe you one, boy. You can fuck my ass anytime you want."

"Do you mean that?" I asked. As spent as I was at that moment, the thought of pounding my cock into his All American ass was very arousing.

"Yeah, boy, any time you want."

"You can bet he'll take you up on that, Tommy," Sean said with a grin. "I've seen how fast this kid comes back, raring for more, and when you two go at it, I want to be there to watch."

"Watch," I grinned, "why not get in on the action again?"

"Now there's a thought," Sean said and turned to leave the bed. Tommy also pulled away and they both reached out to offer me their hands. I grasped them, glad for the help. My body was still throbbing from the workout it had been given.

As I slid to the end of the bed and stood up, Sean said, "Oh, shit, Tanner."

He was looking behind me at the bed and when I turned to see what he was all bothered about, I saw a trail of blood leading but to a larger, darker puddle where my ass had just rested.

"Come on, boy," Tommy said, sort of taking charge and marching me off to the bathroom. While Tommy ran hot water into the tub, Sean stripped the bed and tossed the ruined sheets into a towel hamper by the door.

With the tub filling, Tommy helped me into the searing water and silenced me when I gasped a the heat.

"It won't burn you, kid. It will help if you can just soak for a while." As the water level continued to rise and my body adjusted to the heat, I slid down further into the huge tub and let myself sort of drift in the fog of pain and fatigue.

"You'll be fine, Tanner," Sean said coming over to me. "I've had the same thing happen to me and I survived. You just need a little time to recover." He knelt beside the tub, took soap and a washcloth and began to run rich lather over my chest and arms.

I just lay there, reveling in the loving attention he was giving me. Slowly, Sean washed my face and hair, ran the cloth over my legs and then down into my crotch, washing me and quickly bringing me to full arousal again.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He smiled and went on with this washing, not saying a word. I saw that Tommy had gone, leaving Sean and me alone. I wondered if Sean intended to bring me off, but soon his hand left my cock and moved on to wash my stomach again.

I dozed a little in the tub and only woke when Sean said softly, "Just rest there, kiddo. Tommy's fixing some food for the three of us. I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Sure," I said and drifted back into a happy haze. When I woke again Sean was back and the water was beginning to cool off. He held a towel and held a hand out to me as I rose from the tub. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and as he began to dry me, I reached out and yanked it away, leaving him as naked as me. At that moment Tommy came through the door from the bedroom. He'd obviously showered as well and was wearing a pair of skimpy white shorts which left noting to the imagination. "Well, I guess the kid can't be too bad," Tommy laughed as he saw me yank Sean's towel loose. "He's still feeling feisty."

"He may not feel so feisty when I finish with him," Sean said as he finished drying me and, taking me by the shoulders, led me out into the bedroom. The bed had been stripped but I saw that my blood had soaked though the sheets, leaving a dark stain on the mattress cover. Sean spread a big towel over the foot of the bed and instructed me to lie down on my back. I did as I was told as he went to the chest of drawers to retrieve a first aid kit.

"Wide and up, Tanner," Tommy said as Sean returned. He obviously knew what was coming. He grasped my ankles and lifted them back and up until my knees were bent and pressed against my shoulders, exposing my enflamed ass.

"Holy shit," I whined, "don't you guys ever give up?"

"What you complaining about, kid," Tommy said, looking down at my butt.

"You going to fuck me again?"

"No, wise ass, we're going to take care of you, you dumb fuck." His words were harsh but his tone was teasing and friendly.

While Tommy held my legs back, exposing my ass, Sean took some sort of clear jell and gently worked it deep into me. I was amazed that rather than hurt, it caused a soothing feeling to spread through my abused body as the pain began to subside. He worked slowly and went in as deep as his fingers would reach. I felt my ass open to his gentle prodding.

"You going to fist me again, Sean?"

"Is that what you want, kid?" Tommy said with a grin. "You're going to end up with as willing an ass as Sean here has."

"I wouldn't mind that," I said, looking up at Tommy.

"Well, I'd say you were half way there."

Sean worked in a second finger and I began to moan. As the pain subsided and his fingers worked into me I saw my cock lengthen and harden, responding to his touch. Within another minute, however, Sean stopped and withdrew his fingers from my soothed ass.

"Ah," I moaned."

"What did I tell you?" he grinned at Tommy. "The kid is the male equivalent of a nymphomaniac."

"No I'm not," I complained. "I'm just a horny seventeen year old stud with raging hormones and a needy ass."

"Well, your needy ass is going to be off limits for the rest of the weekend. It is in definite need of a rest."

Sean headed back to the bathroom but Tommy kept me in position on the bed when I tried to sit up.

"Ah, gees," I whined, "I had this dream of you both fucking me at once. I figured after I took your arm to the elbow last night, Sean, I could take both of your cocks if we could just figure out how you could both get in position at the same time."

"Oh, we know how to do that," Tommy chimed in. "We both fucked Bobby Benton at the same time about three years ago. As I remember, it was quite a show."

"No kidding? How did you get lined up?"

"Simple," Tommy went on, "we lay on the floor with Sean's legs over mine and our asses pressed together, then he just sat on our cocks and took them both."

Sean had returned with a box of tissues and was wiping the excess salve off my ass. Tommy was still holding my knees up against my chest and I felt as helpless as a baby getting his diaper changed.

"I don't get it."

"We had our heads pointing in the opposite direction," Sean explained, "and we were able to press our asses so tight together that our cocks were more or less sticking straight up side by side."

"Yeah," Tommy went on, "we had our asses pressed so tight together we figured later we should have had one of those double ended dildos and we could have had it sticking in both our asses while Bobby was sitting on our cocks."

"Man," I ventured, "that sounds so hot, but I still can't imagine how it would have worked.

"It worked because Benton has an ass that opens up like a man hole," Tommy volunteered.

"No pun intended," Sean added, before going on to say, "but for that you'll just have to wait. Your ass needs a rest. Nothing is going up your hole for the next few days except my fingers and a lot of salve."

"That doesn't mean I can't fuck you guys."

"True," Tommy agreed. "I intend to take your cock up the ass later today and I bet Sean will let you pound him again if you want."

"Oh, I want," I grinned. My ass was really feeling much better and, finally, they let me get up.
"By the way," I asked, "who is Bobby Benton?"

"Oh, he is one of our crew. You'll be meeting him soon enough."

"What's his sport?"

"He's a swimmer, breast and back stroke and he's on the freestyle relay team."

"Is he cute?"

"Yeah, Tanner, he's real cute, and just to save you asking, he's got a body to die for."

"I have a feeling I'm going to like this guy."

"I can guarantee it, and he'll like you. He's really into built football players with big cocks."

"So why don't you set me up?" I asked as we headed down to the living room. It was only as we started down the stairs that it hit me that Sean and I were still completely naked and Tommy was only wearing a pair of skimpy shorts with the head of his huge cock hanging out of the right leg. "Where is everybody?" I asked.

"It's just us girls, Tanner," Tommy laughed. "Davie and Roger left late last night and Bill took off early this morning."

"What time is it, anyway," I asked, realizing that the day must be moving right along.

"Nearly noon," Tommy said. "I made us a pile of sandwitches so if you want, we can head out to the hot tub and eat while you continue to soak your pansy ass."

"Sounds good," Sean joined in. "It really would be a good idea to give your butt as much hot soaking as possible, Tanner."

"Great," I agreed as we went into the kitchen. Tommy retrieved the huge platter of sandwiches he'd made and Sean and I grabbed bottles of soda and beer from the frig.

When we reached the hot tub, Tommy pulled off his shorts and we all got into the boiling water together. It was very hot, but I had to admit it felt great. Not only did it soothe my ass, but I began to feel my whole body relax.

"By the way, Sean, when do I have to be back at the dorm?"

"You are supposed to be back by midnight but I'm going to try to fix it so you can stay with me at the motel tonight."

"Yeah, that would be great."

Eating and drinking while soaking in a bubbling hot tub isn't all it's cracked up to be, but we managed to scoff up the sandwiches and go through all the stuff we'd brought out to drink and then just lie back and let the water work its magic on our tired bodies. Sean insisted on me sticking with soft drinks, which I thought was a real bore, but he'd more or less made himself my keeper, so I went along.

"Some fucked up double standard," I complained though. "You let me fuck my brains out and you molest my poor under age ass, but you won't let me have a single beer."

"Training, Buster," Sean growled, but more in fun than with any bite. "You can't drink beer while you're at the football camp, even on weekends."

"Yeah," Tommy grinned, "and the rules don't say nothing about fucking."

They both seemed to think that was very funny. I just grinned.

We relaxed for a while, letting the hot water relax the parts of our bodies which were in the tub and the equally warm sun tan the parts of our bodies which were above water. The day had gotten fairly hot and I was beginning to wonder just how much of this I could take when Tommy stood up and began moving over toward Sean, who was leaning back with his eyes closed and his head tilted back against the stone edging of the tub.

Tommy caught my eye and smiled, holding one finger to his lips so I`d know to be quiet. He moved silently through the turbulent water until he managed to straddle Sean's legs with his own and place his hands on the stone rim either side of Sean's head. Then Tommy lowered his lips to Sean's and kissed him full on the lips. Sean's eyes popped open and he was suddenly looking into Tommy's eyes.

The kiss was long and deep and when Tommy finally moved back, he said, just loud enough for me to hear, "Been missing you, babe."

"Yeah," Sean smiled, "been missing you, too."

"How long has it been since you guys were together?" I asked, realizing how easy I felt being there with them, watching them kiss.

"Six months?" Tommy asked.

"Longer," Sean replied, lifting his hand from the edge of the tub to gently caress Tommy's wet hair. "It was sure good seeing you there when we came down last night."

"Wouldn't have missed it," Tommy said, reaching out to take my hand and pull me toward them. "After what I'd been hearing about this new sex fiend you'd found, I had to get over here to see for myself."

Then we were standing together in the center of the bubbling water and Tommy turned just a little toward me and kissed me, just as he'd kissed Sean. It was a deep, warm, loving kiss and I felt my legs begin to tremble. I may have fucked a bunch of guys before, but I'd never experienced kissing like that until I met Sean, and now Tommy.

Sean moved behind me and put his arms around my chest. Tommy looked over my shoulder at Sean and smiled. Then, as Tommy drew me into an overwhelming embrace, his lips found mine again and he kissed me deeply, pressing his tongue into my mouth and slowly, sensually, tenderly exploring the deep recesses of my mouth. Sean's own wet mouth moved over my shoulders as his hands moved over my chest.

A few minutes later Sean withdrew his hands from between my body and Tommy's and moved on to explore Tommy's muscular back. As Tommy held me closer to him, pressing my chest against his, my stomach against his, Sean rose to stand behind me. He pulled the three of us together in one powerful, very masculine embrace.

"I could learn to love this pup," Tommy said as he withdrew his lips from mine.

"As much as me?" Sean said, his mouth now wet on my ear.

"Love him as much as I love you?" Tommy said, his voice low, "or love him as much as you love him?"

"Either," Sean whispered, "both."

"Both," Tommy said."

"Yeah," I replied.

I felt so good, so complete. My ass might be hurting but I wouldn't have given up one moment of that weekend, not even the pain.

"I want you to fuck me now," Tommy said, his mouth working my left ear as Sean's hot, wet tongue invaded my right.

"I'm ready," I said. We got out of the hot tub to find a better place to do the deed. As Tommy and I were drying off, Sean pulled a large mat into a patch of shade under a big old oak tree. The mat was made of foam rubber covered with white vinyl, about the size of a double bed. I think it was meant for sunbathing, but it was perfect for what we had in mind. "What do we have for lube?" I asked and Sean tossed me a tube of hand cream which he'd brought along. "Thanks, Sean," I said, "always the Boy Scout?"

"You bet, kiddo. I figure I have to look out for you guys."

"Well," I went on, turning to Tommy, "how do you want to do this?"

"Well, for starters, young Tanner, I don't come easy."

"Yeah, right," I grinned.

"Nope, it's true, just ask Sean. You have to woo me to win me."

"Okay, what's your pleasure?"

"Well, for starters, if you haven't figured out all ready, I love kissing. So let's just lie down and explore each other. It's not so much seeing where we go from there. We know where we`re going. You`re going to fuck my ass, but we can take it slow and see which route we take to reach our goal."

"Sounds great," I said, remembering his skilled tongue in my mouth just a short time before. My cock was already responding to the idea.

"Besides, that way we can include Sean. We don't want him to get lonely."

"Oh, I'd love to be included," Sean grinned. "Here I was expecting to just be the audience, not that I'd mind just watching."

"Nah," Tommy said, grabbing both Sean and me and pulling us both down onto the mat with him, "I love playing with two hot guys at once."

For a few minutes we just rolled and wrestled together, first one of us on top and then another. Our bodies were still damp and warm from the hot tub and that slowly turned to damp and hot from sweat as we tussled together in the warm, damp air. We were in the shade of a tree but the hot sun shone through the leaves to cover our bodies with spots of light.

It wasn't long before I was lying on Tommy. His body was hard and muscular and I was fully aroused. Sean was on his side, pressed against us and his hand roamed over my back, eventually finding my ass and sliding into my damp crack.

"I want to fuck you," I growled, feeling my own need pusling through my whole body, causing my cock to jerk between his belly and mine.

"Yeah," Tommy purred. "Do it, kid. I want to feel that big cock in me."

I rose up to a kneeling position between his legs and reached for the lube Sean had positioned beside us on the mat. I lifted Tommy's legs to my shoulders and in a few seconds I had my own cock covered with the slick cream and was shoving two well coated fingers into Tommy's ass, getting him ready, open and lubed for my entry.

He smiled up at me as I moved the head of my cock to his ass and slowly pressed in.

"Oh, yeah," Tommy moaned as the full length of my cock slid into his waiting ass. It was clear he'd done this many times before. He opened to me and took me in like a pro. The muscles of his ass ring flexed around my cock. It felt like he was pulling me in and I was in heaven.

"Oh, Tommy!" I was barely able to whisper.

"Some ass, huh, Tanner?" Sean said as he continued to run his fingers up and down my crack, "some educated ass."

"Oh, yeah."

"The fucking PhD of educated asses."

"Yeah," I moaned again and it felt as if my entire body was being sucked into Tommy, pulled into his body, made one pulsing, groaning, fucking machine with him leading the way and me just providing the power.

"Now fuck me, boy," Tommy said, "fuck me with everything you've got. I want to see that hot stud body working overtime. I want to see every muscle bulge."

I drove into him, feeling my legs bunch, feeling the muscles of my thighs and my butt flex and drive, banging my cock into him again and again, feeling the muscles of my chest and shoulders bulge like I was in the middle of a football play, driving toward the goal, my body pressed against the body of another hard, muscled jock, feeling the strength of his body, the strength of my own.

This was what it was all about, what all the hours in the gym and on the playing field were for. It was this, feeling the strength of my own honed body working against the hard, perfected body of another man, another hard, cut, beautiful man. It was just so good, so fucking good.

There was no way this was going to last and I quickly decided to just go for broke. I made no attempt to prolong it, made no attempt to stretch it out. I knew at best I could only make it last a few seconds longer, even if I tried. Instead, I just pounded into him, feeling the quakes of our colliding bodies run through us, felt the wonder of being in him like that.

My climax hit me hard. I'd come so many times in the last thirty-six hours that my balls were working overtime to produce more spunk. I knew my load must have been slim, but when I came it was like a stick of dynamite had gone off in my gut. I felt my own cock erupt deep in Tommy's gut as his own massive cock shot volley after volley of his hot seed up over his chest.

We both groaned as I slumped forward over him. I pressed my lips against his and his mouth opened to me. My tongue found his and we sparred, his tongue circling mine as we lay together in a happy fog.

"You guys are so beautiful," Sean whispered as he stretched out beside us and stroked my arm.

Sometime later we roused ourselves and returned to the hot tub, where we soaked our exhausted bodies and played together like three happy kids. The rest of the day passed quickly and late that afternoon we threw our few clothes into our duffle bags and said our goodbyes.

Tommy was heading back to Dallas for a meeting on Monday morning about funding for his new health clubs and Sean and I headed back to the university in his Beemer. It had been a weekend I would never forget.

To be continued.