Date: Thu, 11 Sep 2008 07:12:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Sebastian Fforde Subject: Tanner's Talent Chapter 1 Tanner's Talent By Sebastian Fforde (M/B, voy, oral, anal) This story is completely fiction. Well, most of it is, anyway. If you aren't interested in reading the kind of sexually explicit stories you might find on Nifty, then you can stop right now. But if you ARE interested, then read on. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. Chapter 1 The Ashton County Fair was starting to get a bit boring, and since I was visiting with my brother and sister-in-law, I was stuck there until they were ready to leave. I decided to leave them at the tractor pull and wander around on my own a bit. That's when the kid caught my eye. He looked about twelve years old – skinny, straight blond hair cut short, wire-rimmed glasses, t-shirt neatly tucked into slightly too-tight jeans. Cute kid, but slightly geeky. He looked like a straight-A student. He was heading somewhere with a sense of urgency. I sensed that he was probably looking for a rest room. I decided to follow him. If I was lucky, I might get a chance to take a peek at the kid's dick at the urinal. There was a row of portable toilets near the tractor pull, but he bypassed them and headed straight for the snack bar, which had a small, dirty restroom for customers. I watched him go in, and then entered a few moments later. I didn't want him to notice me and think I was following him. The boy was already in a stall. I went into the next stall and sat down. I peeked at him through the partition. I was in luck! The boy was already frantically jerking off. I had a great view of his cock, which was surprisingly large. In fact, it seemed a little TOO big for him. The effect was actually more freakish than sexy. It looked like a humongous adult penis had been grafted onto a boy's body, as if it didn't really belong there. He handled his monster meat clumsily, as if afraid of his own cock. I found it very touching to be watching this boy's private moment. His eyes were closed, and he was so engrossed in his jack-off fantasy that he didn't realize he was being watched. I couldn't help but unzip and start to jerk off myself. The boy whimpered and moaned slightly. His face was all scrunched up as he gritted his teeth and squirted his load about eight inches in the air. I heard a faint splatter as gobs of cum hit the floor. Quickly, the boy wiped the spooge off of his dick with a wad of toilet paper and tossed it onto the floor. He had a guilty look on his face as he zipped up and bolted out of the stall. As soon as he left, I ducked into the next stall to inspect the boy jizz. Not only was there a wad of toilet paper filled with it, but there were lots of gobs on the floor and toilet seat. I was surprised that such a tidy-looking boy would be so sloppy as far as his spunk was concerned. Not that I was complaining. I intended on licking up every bit of it. I wiped the cum off the seat with my fingers and licked it up. Mmmm, very sweet! I unzipped myself, sat down and started to wank as I enjoyed sucking on the gobs of slimy boy juice from the toilet paper, also wiping up and eating every glob that had fallen onto the floor. Never mind that the floor was pretty filthy, I wanted to taste every bit of this boy that I could. When I came, I ate my own jizz as well, mixing it with the boy's cum on my tongue. The fair had certainly gotten a lot more interesting all of a sudden! I wandered around the fair, hoping to get another glimpse at this cute geek with the huge cock. It took me a while to find him, but find him I did. As I was going by a row of arts and crafts booths, I happened to spot a sign over one of the booths that read "Caricatures by Tanner". And there was my boy, sitting there with his sketch pad and drawing a teenage girl. Two of the girl's friends looked on as Tanner switched from pencil to marker and completed the drawing. Tanner sat rigidly on his stool; his impeccable posture made him seem even geekier. I don't think the girls thought he was as cute as I did, but I did notice one of them shyly glancing at the boy's crotch. Although the boy looked scrawny and studious, his tight jeans couldn't help but reveal the sleeping dragon inside. I myself could barely look away. A middle-aged woman sat at a little table next to Tanner. On the table was a framed school yearbook photo of the boy and a placard advertising the boy's services as a caricature artist for `parties and special events'. There was also a binder filled with samples of Tanner's work – mostly caricatures, drawings of celebrities and copies of cartoon characters. "My son is very talented, don't you think?" Tanner's mom said eagerly as I thumbed through the boy's sketches. "He sure is," I agreed. Of course, I was thinking more of his performance in the rest room stall, but his drawings were very good, too. "And he's only fifteen!" she exclaimed. That surprised me, since I thought the boy looked younger. "You should get your pitcher drawn by him," she said, eager to promote her son's business. "He's gonna be a famous ahtist one day, you know! Only ten bucks!" "I think I will." I picked up one of the boy's business cards and put it into my wallet. I was pretty pleased to have scored the boy's phone number and email address that easily. "And he's such a good boy, too. Really very intelligent! And he has been such a help to me ever since my accident!" It was then that I noticed the crutches leaning near the woman's chair. "He seems like a really nice kid," I added, glancing over at Tanner. "I'm sure you're very proud of him." He had finished the caricature and was chatting with the girls. There was something about his personality that I immediately liked. He had an excited gleam in his eye and was very chatty. "Of course, what I'd really like to do," he explained, "is go into animation. My goal is to work for Nickelodeon, maybe even Disney. Yeah, I'd love to work for the mouse! All the money I make doing the caricatures is going right into my college fund. Tanner was eager to talk to anyone who would listen. "Ideally, I'd like to go to Art Center in Pasadena or the Academy of Art University in San Francisco," he informed the girls. "Yeah, I'd definitely like to go to the west coast. That's where everything's happening!" I waited impatiently for the girls to leave so that Tanner could devote his full attention to me. I continued to thumb through his sketches. Finally the girls left and he came over to me. "Hi, my name's Tanner Harris. Would you like me to do a caricature of you?" he asked, offering me his hand. As I shook his hand, I smiled and looked deep into his eyes. I held onto his warm, slightly sweaty hand for a little bit longer than I should have. I think he got the message. As I gazed into his eyes, I was still savoring the delicious, salty-sweet taste of his sperm. If only he knew I had just watched him jerking off only a few minutes earlier! "Sure," I said, sitting down in the folding chair. Now I had an excuse to do nothing but look into the boy's eyes as he sketched me. I got into position and locked my gaze with his. Tanner nervously glanced down at his sketch pad, and then back to me. "I think I'm just gonna do a straight portrait, not a caricature," he said. "Is that okay?" "Whatever you like," I said. Tanner worked intently on the drawing. At first he was a little shy to look me in the eye, but as the drawing progressed he spent far more time gazing at me then at the sketchpad. When he did look at the sketch pad, it was with great intensity. At certain points he seemed lost in the drawing, erasing and reworking a line over a few times. When he did this, he stuck his tongue out a little. I don't think he was conscious of this, but I got a little shiver of delight every time I saw the boy's tongue poke out of the corner of his lip. It was very cute. Tanner gave me the finished drawing and I handed him the $10 bill. I'll admit the portrait wasn't perfect, but hell, the kid was only 15, and already he could draw a hell of a lot better than I ever could. Tanner stood very close to me as I admired the picture. I could smell the scent of fabric softener on the boy's clothes, mixed with the slightly musky odor of the boy himself. "Well, whaddya think?" he asked eagerly. "It's great!" I said. "You have a very good eye for detail," I added. Tanner handed me his business card. "I'm available for parties," he said. "You can give me a call if you like." I took the second business card and put it in my pocket. "I think I just might," I said. Then I picked up Tanner's book of samples and started leafing through it again. Tanner seemed pleased, still standing very close to me as I looked through the book. The binder had a pocket in the back, and in the pocket was a manila envelope. Since the flap of the envelope was open, I decided to peek inside. The envelope was filled with more drawings. I pulled the drawings out halfway and started to look at them. These drawings were different from the others in Tanner's book. They were drawn in a sort of anime style, and the format of each drawing was almost the same. Each picture showed two boys, one smiling shyly at the other. Some of the boys in the picture had their arms around each other in a friendly manner. A lot of the pictures featured boys of different ages, with the younger boy looking up to the older one in admiration. These drawings were rendered in a delicate style that I hadn't seen in Tanner's other work. Tanner grabbed the envelope out of my hand and clutched it protectively. It didn't matter. I had seen enough. Tanner's private drawings told me everything I needed to know about him. Tanner blushed as he stuffed the drawings back in the envelope. "Those are, uh, some characters I'm working on for a comic," he said nervously. "It's um, a work in progress." "So these are your own characters?" I asked. "You didn't copy them from anywhere?" Tanner looked down into the envelope. "Yeah, uh, they're my own characters. Just, uh, something I'm working on, you know." The poor boy looked really flustered. He changed the subject. "So, uh, what do you do for a living? You know, what's your job?" "I'm still in college," I explained. "Arkwright College." "W-w-what's your major?" "I'm still undeclared. I've got another year before I have to decide." "Oh, cool. I hear they have a good art program." "Yeah, they do. I have a few friends in the art department. If you want sometime I can show you around." "I'd like that. Maybe I'll apply there. That is, uh, if I don't get into Art Center." I continued to linger around Tanner's caricature booth until my brother and sister-in-law eventually found me and gave me a ride back to campus. In my dorm room, I gazed at Tanner's business card. Yes I would give him a call. I could tell that the boy was ripe for seduction. To Be Continued Are you enjoying my story? I hope you are. If you want to get to know me a little better, feel free to email or chat with me. My Yahoo ID is sebastianfforde.