Tanner's Tales, #9

By John Yager

This is the ninth installment of Tanner's Tales.

When I posted the eighth installment of this series last September, I said it was the last.

Since Chapter 8 was posted, both Tanner and I have received many messages from readers asking questions about him, about his present whereabouts, and about his life. Some questions have been about his present life and Tanner has said that for now, at least, he does not want to share details beyond the fact that he is living and working with Sean in the Fort Meyers, Florida area.

Other readers have also asked for more details about certain aspects of Tanner's life in Texas and later, in California. These further installments of Tanner's Tales will deal with those periods.

If readers wish to contact Tanner they may do so at the e-mail address below.


As with the earlier installment, these ongoing installments deal with Tanner's experiences as he described them to me. I have tried to put his material into story 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 installment, I have not attempted to convey the exact tone or the accent with which Tanner speaks. He was raised in the South and until his move to Florida, he spent 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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I moved to Florida in August, 2002, and have been living with Sean since I got here. I don't want to get into our relationship now but I will tell you it's been great being here. For the first time since I was a kid, I feel like I have my life under control. I have Sean to thank for that.

I guess if you're reading this you know that John Yager wrote about my earlier life. I'd given up my notes about my college years and the time I spent in LA and New York.

Since those chapters were posted, I've gotten e-mail from a lot of you. John tells me he's also heard from a lot of readers about my remembrances. Many of you have asked John or me to tell you more about some of my other experiences. I guess the most often asked questions are about the weekend Sean and I spent in Dallas after I graduated from the university and about my time in LA.

This chapter is about my life in Dallas after graduating from the university. I am also working on some notes dealing with my time in California and will give them to Yager soon.

I hadn't gone into much detail about that weekend earlier. I guess it just seemed too personal. But a lot of you have asked me to tell you more so I talked about it with Sean. We decided to put together some notes to send to John. So I guess you could say this chapter is based on my own memories with help from Sean. He reminded me of a few things I'd forgotten and provided some details I didn't know.

I was already twenty-two when I graduated from the university. I'd finished in four years, which amazed me along with a lot of other people. I wouldn't have been able to do it if I hadn't had a lot of help. I had help from tutors provided by the football program but I also had a lot of emotional support from Sean. I don't think I'd have even stayed to graduate if it hadn't been for him.

When I graduated Sean had just turned twenty-seven. He was working for the company in their public relations department and recruiting for them with the sports programs supported by the company.

As I've told you before, Sean was and is a great looking guy. He's blonde like me and he has a great body. He and I have always had really hot sex and I really love the guy. He admits to loving me, too, even though I've certainly given him a lot of trouble over the years. I know I've disappointed him by a lot of the stupid moves I've made, but he's continued to be there when I've needed him.

Apart from his great looks and the great sex, one of the things which has always fascinated me about him was the body jewelry he wore. He'd had his nipples and his dick pierced right after he graduated from college. The rings he wore really turned me on and I wanted to get some piercing done, too.

Sean didn't want me to have anything done until after I graduated. He said a lot of my appeal was my youthfulness and seeming innocence and he didn't want me to compromise that while I was still being supported by the company as a college jock. He said after I graduated I could continue working for the XXX Corporation if I wanted to, just as he was doing, but then I'd be on my own.

I guess he was right. At least a lot of the men who wanted to have sex with me during my college days were really turned on by my youthfulness and boyishness. Of course, I quickly learned to play it to the hilt.

Sean told me that when I graduated from the university, if I still wanted some body piercing done, he'd go with me. He offered to pay for the piercing and the jewelry as a graduation present. What I didn't expect was that he'd make a really memorable weekend out of it.

What follows is an account of that weekend, partly from my own memories and partly from Sean's.

The graduation ceremony was held on the Saturday afternoon of the last weekend in May. I think I'd told you earlier that I was the first member of my family to go to college, so my graduation was a big deal. My folks and my older brother and his wife all drove up on Friday and stayed over until Saturday after the big event.

On Friday my folks took us all out to dinner at a big steak house. My dad and brother are the original steak and potato guys, so it was a natural choice. We had dinner and then I hung out in their motel rooms until about nine-thirty. My folks always go to bed about ten, so I knew I could leave then and not seem inhospitable. My folks had one room and my brother and sister-in-law had a connecting room.

My brother asked me if I wanted to go out for a couple of beers with them after mom and dad went to bed - that was their idea of a big night on the town. I said I preferred to meet some friends for a graduation party, if they didn't mind. They were okay with my leaving them to do their own thing, so by a quarter to ten I was out of there and off to meet Sean.

Sean had a room at the nicest hotel in town and I knew there'd be a more or less continuous party there. I stopped by, thinking I'd only stay an hour or so. I was meeting my folks for breakfast the next morning at nine, so I didn't want to stay up too late or drink a lot.

Sure enough, when I got to Sean's, the suite was full of people from the company and a few of their major clients, along with a big bunch of my fellow jocks.

Sean had told me he thought I should do the family thing as long as my folks were in town. He and I had planned to head into Dallas together on Saturday after my family left but I didn't know for sure what he had in mind, other than that he was going to take me to get pierced.

It was harder than I'd figured to get away from Sean's party once I got there. The party had been going on for hours with one bunch of people coming and another group leaving. It was like an all day - all night open house and there was no end in sight.

"If you want to stay over with me," Sean told me in private, "we can slip down the hall. I have another room to escape to and two of the guys here will take care of the party whenever I want to go."

I should have known Sean would have something like that planned. I told him I had to meet my folks the next morning and he suggested I just sleep there with him. He would get me up in time and I could change into some of his clean clothes. What fit him fit me, so it wasn't a problem. I definitely liked the idea of spending the night with Sean, so the deal was struck.

We left the party about half an hour later and went a few doors down the hall to Sean's extra room. I was one of those executive rooms, smaller than a real suite, but bigger than a regular hotel room. There was a big bed at one end and a sitting area with a small kitchen at the other end. Off to the right side was an oversized bathroom with a big spa tub and a separate oversized shower.

"For starters," Sean said, "I'd like a shower, or better still, a soak in the whirlpool."

"Can we get in the tub together?" I asked.

"Sure," Sean said as he began to take off his clothes, "we'll both fit and still have room to spare." I pulled off my shoes and socks.

Sean began running water into the big tub as he pulled off his shirt. I was glad to see he had his nipple rings in and hoped he was wearing his PA as well.

I started undressing, keeping an eye on Sean as I took off my shirt and slacks and briefs. We were both naked long before the tub was full and, sure enough, Sean had the big ring in his cock.

Several of you have asked me to explain more about piercing and body jewelry, so I'll try to tell you about the jewelry and the piercing process as I go along.

For those of you who don't know, a PA, or Prince Albert, is named for the Consort of Queen Victoria, who is said to have warn one.

It is a ring worn through the opening and lower wall of a guy's cock. To accommodate it, the urethra is pierced just behind the flared head and the ring is inserted through the urethra and circles under the cock. The usual style ring is what's called a "captured ball," because a small sphere is held between the tight ends of the ring, completing the circle.

Sean's PA was a Gage 4, which is about as thick as a pencil. The ring itself is made of surgical steel and the sphere or ball he wore in his rings then was a black metal of some sort. A ring as thick as Sean's PA is heavy enough to weight a guy's cock and cause it to stay at its full length all the time. A Gage 4 PA is so stiff that it takes a special tool to spread it so the captured ball can be put in place.

The thickness of the gage increases as the number go down, so a Gage 4 ring like Sean wears in his cock is a lot thicker than the Gage 6 tit rings. But even the Gage 6 rings, about five-thirty seconds of an inch thick, which Sean wears in his nipples are hard enough to spread that he usually has a guy in a piercing salon do it with a tool when he wants to have them removed for a while, or put back in. As a result, rings as thick as Sean's aren't for anyone who wants to be taking then out or putting them in by himself. Since Sean wears his most of the time, they aren't a problem for him.

A ring as thick and heavy as Sean's is not for everybody. It takes a guy with a big cock to wear one that big without difficulty. Sean, needless to say, has a big cock.

Most guys who wear a ring as big as Sean's have originally been pierced with a much smaller gage needle. Once they have the original piercing done, they just keep increasing the gage of the ring, moving slowly up to a thicker and thicker gage until they have stretched the piercing to as large a size as they want.

A PA adds a special thrill for anyone fucked by the guy wearing it. I don't know how the ring works if he is fucking a woman, but from what I've been told, it definitely increases stimulation. If old Prince Albert really had one, he must have kept the good Queen Victoria very happy.

If a guy wearing a heavy PA is fucking another guy it stimulates the prostate of the one getting fucked in an amazing way. I can tell you it's fantastic, having been fucked many times by Sean while he was wearing his ring.

I guess you could say a PA is more for the benefit of the person being fucked by the guy wearing it. At least that's what I thought until I got my own, but I'll say more about that later.

Nipple rings, on the other hand, are more for the benefit of the person wearing them. Again, I don't know how they work for women, although a few women have told me they are great for them, too.

A guy's nipples are amazingly sensitive, as I'm sure you all know. Most men I've known get a hard on just from having their tits rubbed or sucked or pinched. I've known a few guys who can actually get off just by having their nipples stimulated.

When you pierce the delicate tissue of a nipple, you expose a lot of nerves to some really heavy duty stimulation. From then on, just playing with a guy's rings can really turn him on.

I knew that much from what Sean had told me, but anything more I had to learn for myself.

As soon as we were undressed I reached out for Sean's cock. I loved to stroke it, stimulate it, get it hard and wet and throbbing.

I guess the truth is, I just love Sean's cock. I love doing anything and everything to it and with it. I love just handling it, stroking it, even just getting him off with a long, slow hand job. I love licking it and sucking it and feeling that big cock with Sean's heavy PA slipping down my throat. I must admit, the first few times I tried to deep throat him when he was wearing his ring, it was almost more than I could handle. But I got the hang of it, so to speak, and have really gotten off on it ever since.

I had Sean hard in no time but he made me stop before I got him too revved up.

"We've run the water, let's get in the tub," Sean said, grinning at my eagerness. He turned on the timer for the jets and the whole tub began to foam and churn like it had suddenly come to the boil.

We slipped in, sitting side by side. Sean put his arm around my shoulders and drew me to him. We began to kiss. I love kissing Sean. He is such a hunk. He also wrote the book on oral stimulation. In no time he had his tongue in my throat and I was gasping for more.

He had one hand on my chest, feeling me up, twisting and pinching my nipples. Then he began to move his hand down over my belly until he was teasing my cock. I was so turned on I just wanted him to get me off, but there was no way he was going to end it that quickly. With his tongue in my throat and my tongue doing little laps around his mouth, there wasn't any way to tell him what I wanted anyway. I'd long since learned with Sean you just have to let him lead.

Eventually Sean decided it was time to move on to stage two. He slowly removed his mouth from mine and looked me squarely in the eyes. He was smiling a wonderful smile, the one that says he loves me.

"So, big boy," he said softly, "how does it feel to be a college graduate?"

"I haven't graduated yet, Sean," I said, still gasping a little from our kissing. "The graduation ceremony isn't until tomorrow afternoon."

"You've graduated. The ceremony's just the cherry on the cake."


"Sure, if you didn't walk tomorrow they'd just send you the diploma."


"Yep, but you need to be there for yourself and your folks. You'll always remember tomorrow as a big day in your life." He kissed me again, softly this time, on the cheek, and added, "you'll be doing it for me, too."

"Thanks, Sean," I said. "I owe you so much. I know that."

"Damn right," he said, giving my left nipple a quick pinch. "I own your ass, boy."

I laughed as he backed off a little and took a bar of soap off the edge of the tub.

"Now stand up. I'm going to wash your bod."

I did as he said and he began to run the bar over my chest and under my arms. He gently washed my cock and balls and then put one hand on my shoulder and nudged me to turn around.

He washed my back and shoulders and then told me to bend over and brace myself against the side of the tub. I knew he was going to wash my ass, and I also knew what that meant.

Sure enough, Sean began to run the bar of soap over my ass until he'd worked up a thick lather. Then he laid the soap aside and began to run one slick finger up my butt. I groaned at his touch.

He twisted his finger and worked it in as far as it would reach. Then suddenly, he pulled it out.

"You're full of crap, Tanner." I swear to god, Sean loved saying that. "Take care of it."

I also knew what that meant. I reached for a towel and dried myself off. As Sean settled back in the tub, I climbed out and finished drying. Since we were in a hotel, I just assumed the bathroom wasn't equipped with the enema nozzles we had at Caspian Lodge, so I stood there for a moment, not sure what to do.

"In the shower," Sean saying, answering the question I hadn't asked. I went into the big shower stall, and sure enough, there was the same sort of nozzle we had at company owned places. I looked at Sean and raised an eyebrow.

"XXX owns this hotel, Tanner," Sean said. "There are just two or three rooms like this. You just have to know which ones to ask for."

I obediently moved into the shower stall, adjusted the water temperature and inserted the wand in my ass. I'd learned over the last four years how to gage the amount of water I needed to put in my gut to wash myself out with as few repetitions as possible. I'd also learned to love the feeling of my gut being slowly filled by the steady stream of water flowing into it.

My gut rumbled and I knew I was there. I withdrew the wand and quickly moved out of the shower stall and over to the toilet stool. I wasn't surprised that Sean had rinsed himself off, gotten out of the tub, and dried. He stood by me as my gut emptied a torrent of water and the accompany load of crap. Sean seemed to like watching me take a big dump.

When I finished I flushed before getting up. I don't know why, after all the really personal things Sean and I had done together, but I was still embarrassed letting him see the toilet full of shit I'd just passed.

I assumed since Sean was having me clean myself out that he intended to fuck me. In fact, I was really looking forward to it. So I was understandably a little surprised when he followed me back into the shower stall. He stood there while I gave my ass a final fill-up and returned to the toilet, where I dumped a load of clear water.

While I was on the toilet for the second time I could see that Sean was giving himself a belly full from the wand. When I returned his hard stomach was distended a little and I knew he'd really filled himself up.

"Why you doing that?" I asked as I washed and carefully rinsed my butt one more time.

"You'll see," was all he said.

"You always tell me I should never use the wand after another guy's used it, until it's been disinfected, but you`re using it after me."

"You`re safe and I`m safe, Tanner." He grinned. He always preached safe sex, the safest of safe sex, but I guess he was right. He was the only person I had unprotected sex with and he assured me I was the only person he ever messed around with in an unguarded manner.

"Now, dry off and get in bed, he said as he went off to the toilet.

I did as I was told.

Over the next few minutes I heard the water running a couple of times, followed by the toilet flushing. A few minutes later Sean joined me in the big king size bed. We snuggled for a while. Just feeling his amazing body against mine was a sexual turn on of the first order.

Sean, like me, is blonde, bulked, cut and smooth. Neither of us has much body hair and our chests are completely smooth. In those days we had trimmed pubes and not much else.

After just making out for a while, Sean shoved me over on my back and lifted my knees to my shoulders. I still figured he would fuck me but I also knew he liked to eat my ass, so I wasn't surprised when he shoved his face into my spread crack and really went after my hole.

I love it when he does that and I love doing it to him.

I still remember the first time I rimmed a guy, a high school football team mate. I was scared to death. I wanted to do it, just to please him, but I was really afraid I'd be disgusted by the smell and taste of his ass.

With Sean it was the same thing all over again. He'd done it to me several times and I guess I began to sort of feel as if I owned him. He'd never said anything and had certainly never asked me to do it, but I knew he enjoyed it a lot from things he'd said, and I really wanted to please him. I guess I was still eighteen then and, while I wasn't all that inexperienced with man to man sex, eating another guy's ass was not something I`d done more than a few times.

I'd thought about it a lot and actually started to do it to Sean a couple of times. But when I was going down on him, which I loved then and love now, or maybe kissing and licking his balls, I'd think about licking his ass and sort of lose my nerve. Having done it with my old high school friend, it wasn't so much thinking it was gross as it was thinking it was Sean. I don't know if that makes any sense but, in any case, it took me a while.

Anyway, that first time, I had worked up my nerve and finally just went for it. We'd just showered together that night, too, and I knew he was immaculately clean.

I figured I'd just lick around his hole a little, rim him a little, at least that first try. The funny thing was that when I'd stuck my face up against his ass and started running my tongue around, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

I knew I really loved Sean, even then, and I wanted to do it for him. What I didn't expect was how much I'd be turned on by it. I soon learned that I loved eating ass, especially Sean's ass.

I guess he felt the same way about me.

The guy was really getting into it. He was holding his tongue like a stiff tube and ramming it into me as deep as it would go. My ass was already so wet with his saliva that it was dripping down my crack and onto the sheet.

I was gasping, writhing on the bed, moaning like a banshee and begging for more. My cock was hard, up against my stomach, and drooling precum like a fire hose.

Sean started working his fingers into me, one finger of each hand. He got them into me deep, sort of in tandem, and he had his tongue in between them. He began to gently but firmly pull his fingers apart, spreading my ass even wider. As he opened me up, he worked his tongue in further. I soon realized he had it further in me than he`d ever gone before.

Soon he'd worked four fingers into me, two on each side, and was actually opening the hard ring of my sphincter. As soon as it was open a little more, he began to run his tongue around it like a kid licking out an ice cream cone. I felt as if I was being consumed.

He soon had me open wide enough to fist me, which he'd done a few times, as you may remember. I was on cloud nine and couldn't believe the sensations Sean was giving me. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

It certainly wasn't like being fucked by his massive cock, but it really was amazing. If he'd kept it up very long, I'm sure I'd have come.

But Sean had other things in mind, so he wasn't going to let that happen. After a few minutes he stopped and lowered my legs onto the bed. I was shaking all over.

"So you liked that, babe," he grinned.

"Oh god, Sean, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven." I looked at him for a minute, waiting for him to get into position to put his cock in my ass. I was still convinced he'd fuck me.

As it turned out, he was just waiting for me to calm down.

"You're always asking me to teach you new sexual tricks, kiddo. Consider that your lesson for the day."

With that, he laid down beside me on the bed and then sort of scooted over so I was forced to move to the side, leaving him stretched out on his back in the middle of the bed.

"Your turn," he said.

I got the point.

"You want me to eat out your ass like you just ate mine."

"You got it, Tanner," he grinned. "Then I want you to fuck me like a bull moose. I want to feel your cock prodding my tonsils."

I rolled over on my side, rose up a little, and looked down at him.

"I really figured you were going to fuck me."

"I know you did, sweetheart." He'd never called me that before. At first I thought he was being funny, doing a Bogart imitation, maybe, but when he smiled, I realized he really meant it and my heart did a sort of somersault.

"Don't I get a kiss or something?" he said. My heart melted. I leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

Sean had that way of just turning my world upside down. He still does it. I guess it's one of the things I love most about him.

When I drew away from him, he was still smiling.

"I really figured you'd fuck my ass," I said."

"I will, lover, tomorrow and the next day and the day after that, I'll fuck you till your ass is raw. But after we get your cock pierced tomorrow afternoon, you won't be fucking anybody for a while, so tonight I want your cock in my ass before it hurts too much to do more than piss."

"I hadn't thought about that," I said, suddenly aware of what was going to happen to me. "I guess it's going to hurt a lot, huh?"

"Yeah, Tanner, it'll hurt, but you're a big, tough kid, and you can take it. You'll love it once it's done."

"How long will it take to heal?"

"Oh, it'll stop hurting, really hurting, fairly fast, but you shouldn't put you cock in another guy's ass for a week at least, maybe two. You probably shouldn't even get a blow job for a week or ten days. We don't want that magnificent cock of yours to get infected or something."

"Two weeks? Shit!"

"Well, don't cry yet. We'll get some good advice from Doc Pepper tomorrow afternoon."

"Doc Pepper? Is that really his name?"

"I don't know if it's his real name or not, but it's what he goes by, and he's the best perforator around."

So his plan was becoming clear. I was going to fuck him on Friday night and then he'd own my ass for a long as the good doctor said I was not allowed to do any poking. I guess it was a reasonable plan, even a reasonable tradeoff. I couldn't see anything to argue about.

For starters, I got between Sean's legs, lifted his knees to his shoulders and attacked his ass. He smelled like soap and tasted like Sean, a taste I could never get enough of. I soon had him as turned on as he'd had me. I loved watching him when his magnificent body was racked by sexual tensions he couldn't control.

Sean was grasping my head one minute and pounding the bed with his fists the next. When I looked up the length of his torso I could see blood vessels throbbing on the sides of his neck and in a sort of fan pattern of veins distended and pulsing over the bulging muscles of his chest. The big arteries which ran down over his pumped biceps and into his hard, muscular forearms were throbbing and a continual groan was coming from deep in his chest.

I was running the show and loving it. I loved having Sean in my complete control.

As I got him opened up, I ran my tongue around his stretched sphincter, driving the guy nuts. Then, working the fingers of my right hand around in a counterclockwise direction, I got a finger on his prostate and really began to run him wild. It was only a few minutes of that before he was crying for my cock.

When I came out of his ass my cheeks felt chapped and saliva was dripping from my chin. Sean was gasping and laughing at the same time.

"You look like a filthy pig," he said. He was still sucking air.

"Just give me your ass, lover," I said, "and I'll rut like a hog all day and all night." I leaned forward and swallowed his drooling cock, just teasing him a little and then backing off. "I love your ass, man, almost as much as I love your cock." The size of it was wonderful but the PA added to my pleasure. I loved working it around with my tongue.

Sean has amazing control over his anal muscles and I knew I didn't have to do anything more to prepare him for fucking. He was wet and my own cock was drooling, so I just shoved his legs up again, scooted forward until I had my cock head against his gaping ass, and moved in. Slow and easy, like sliding a spoon into honey, I was in him full length and lying on his chest, my mouth locked on his.

When I backed off a little to adjust my weight, Sean gasped, "you taste like ass."

"Yeah, your ass. How do you like it."

"Kiss me again and let me see."

I lowered my full weight onto him, planted my open mouth on his and began to fuck his throat with my tongue as I fucked his ass with my cock. It was wonderful.

"Damn," Sean said when I came up for air, "I taste pretty good."

"Damn good, buddy," I admitted as I moved into full throttle and really began to pound his ass.

This was no time to be shy. I'd known Sean long enough by then to know when we were both in the mood for some really hard driving man to man sex. I just let go, driving into him like a pneumatic pile driver, banging my cock into his ass again and again until we were both gasping and I was filling his gut with my spunk.

When I'd finished and raised up a little to check Sean's progress, I saw his stomach was still dry, so I changed positions and gobbled his cock again. By then I'd sucked him off enough to be comfortable deep throating his big pole with no trouble at all. He was already so turned on that it only took a few seconds before he was shooting a huge load.

The first bolt went directly down my throat but I backed off fast so I could catch the rest on my tongue. Like I said, I love the taste of Sean, the taste of his ass, the taste of his skin, but most of all, the taste of his cum. I held it in my mouth, rolling it around with my tongue, letting it mix with my own saliva, mixing him with me.

"Share?" Sean said, smiling up at me. I leaned forward again and kissed him deeply, letting some of our own special cocktail slide from my mouth into his.

The truth is, for two guys everyone says are so clean cut, Sean and I love some really raunchy sex.

I fucked Sean again the next morning. He said I should, since I might not be able to fuck anyone again for a while. Then we showered together and I dressed in some of Sean's clean clothes, which he chose for me and laid out with special care, a pair of gray slacks, a white shirt, a university tie and a beautiful navy blue blazer.

Only the slacks showed under my cap and gown, but it did strike me later that it was sort of fitting that I graduated from the university wearing Sean's clothes.

To be continued.