Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2008 16:58:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sebastian Fforde <sebastianfforde@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tanner's Talent Chapter 4

Tanner's Talent

Copyright 2008 Sebastian Fforde

(MB, teen, 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 4

Tanner's mom was at her monthly book club meeting. That meant that I had
another opportunity to explore the boy in his natural environment – his
bedroom. I sat waiting on Tanner's bed while he was in the kitchen making
hot cocoa for us. I looked around the room, hoping I could find where the
boy was hiding his secret drawings. The more I got to know Tanner, the more
I wanted to know what kind of drawings he did when he was all alone in his
bedroom.

Tanner came into the room with two mugs of cocoa. He had been complaining
about his mother all afternoon, only shutting up long enough to make the
cocoa. He picked up pretty much where he had left off.

"And she makes me watch these stupid shows with her! You know what she
makes me watch?"

I smiled as I took my mug of cocoa from Tanner and blew on it. He was being
quite the little chatterbox, and I found his frustration with his mother
quite amusing.

"Let me guess," I laughed, trying to picture what kind of TV show Tanner's
mother might enjoy. "How about Wheel of Fortune?"

Tanner gasped. "You must be psychic, Sebastian!"

"Just a good guesser. Come over here. Sit next to me. I want to be close to
my favorite artist."

Tanner sat down next to me. As we sipped our cocoa I began to rub Tanner on
the back. The boy clearly enjoyed my touch, and leaned closer to me as I
continued to rub him.

"But listen to this, Sebastian! This is how I know she's crazy! She doesn't
just WATCH Wheel of Fortune. She takes notes! She's got a notebook and she
writes down every single answer. She won't tell me why she does it, and she
always hides the book when the show is over. But she left the notebook out
one day and I took a look at it."

"This is getting really interesting, Tanner." I was getting a little
insight into the weird world of Tanner Harris.

My hand moved from the boy's back to his shoulders, then to his neck, then
to his hair. I began stroking the boy's golden, reddish-blond hair as he
continued to talk.

"The notebook has every single answer to every single puzzle of every
single episode of Wheel of Fortune for the last fifteen years! And it's all
marked up with all these weird symbols and stuff."

"That's totally bizarre, Tanner."

"The more I read it, the more I understood what she was trying to do. It's
all explained in the notebook. Sebastian, my mom is absolutely convinced
that the CIA is transmitting secret spy messages through a TV game show!
And she's trying to crack the code! Now do you believe me when I tell you
she's crazy?"

"That sounds like a great idea for a story!" I laughed.

Tanner smiled. "Yeah, you can write it and I can illustrate it!"

I was starting to like Tanner more and more. He was a really quirky kid,
and I was slowly beginning to understand the reason why he was the way he
was. He was just such a sweet – and strange – boy that I couldn't
help but fall madly in love with him.

I couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek right then. Unfortunately, he
wasn't expecting my kiss and he spilled some of his cocoa onto his lap.

"Sorry about that, Tanner. Let me clean that up. Where are the paper
towels?"

"Uh, there's paper towels in the kitchen, but you can use that hand towel
over there," Tanner said, pointing to a small towel on top of a pile in
Tanner's laundry basket.

I grabbed the towel to wipe up the cocoa that I had caused Tanner to spill
in his crotch. The first thing I noticed was that the towel was sticky. I
held the towel up to my nose and sniffed – yes, it was fresh Tanner
juice! The boy had been whacking off again.

Tanner blushed, looking very embarrassed that I had noticed his cum on the
towel.

"Gee Tanner, you knew I was coming over today," I laughed. "Couldn't you
have kept your hands off yourself until I got here?"

Tanner looked even more embarrassed. "Well, uh, I couldn't help it."

I used my finger to pick up a gob of Tanner's sperm from the cum rag. I
made sure the boy was watching me very closely as I slowly licked his love
juice from my finger. That made him smile. Then I wiped up the remaining
jizz up and held my finger close to Tanner's lips.

Tanner knew what I wanted him to do, but he was hesitant at first. Then
slowly he stuck his tongue out and began to lick his own cum from my
finger. God, he was so sexy when he did that!

When Tanner finished licking my finger, I took the opportunity to slowly
slide that finger into the boy's mouth. He put his mug of cocoa down and
gently took my wrist in his hands as he sucked and licked first my index
finger, and then the rest of the fingers on my hand. I found my cock
getting very hard as I watched the boy lick my fingers with such slow and
sensual grace.

His eyes were closed as his tongue slowly ran down each finger. Then he
opened his eyes and gave me a naughty smile and a mischievous wink. Yes,
Tanner was definitely getting more talented, especially in the sex
department!

With my free hand, I took Tanner's cum rag and began wiping up the cocoa
from his crotch. I could feel his cock swelling as I rubbed the towel
against the boy's corduroys. I was hard. Tanner was hard. His mother was
out of the house. It was time for some action.

I got up and put both of our mugs on Tanner's bureau so we wouldn't
accidentally spill them. Tanner stood up also.

I pushed the boy up against the wall – up against a hilariously lame
poster of an orangutan in a tree with the headline, `hang in there!' I
pressed my body against his. Our lips met. I could tell that Tanner was on
fire. His tongue slid eagerly into my waiting mouth. I enjoyed another
extra-sloppy Tanner-style kiss.

Tanner always salivated a lot when we kissed. I would always hear him
swallow at first, but as our make out session went on he would let himself
drool a little. Not that I had any complaints. I loved the taste of the
boy's saliva mixing with mine as his hard cock pressed against my leg. I
kissed the boy harder, pushing him back up against the wall. The `hang in
there!' poster started to come loose from the wall. I reached for Tanner's
belt buckle. I wanted the boy bad. Really bad.

Tanner broke the hot kiss, gasped and took a breath.

"Hold on a second," he whispered breathlessly. "Let me get my sketchbook."

"Tanner!"

"What?"

Tanner started rummaging around on his drafting table. He had found his
sketchbook and was now looking for something to draw with.

"Geez, Tanner, You want to draw me NOW? Can't it wait until after we, well,
you know, fooled around a bit?"

"I need to do an anatomical study of you. I gotta draw when I'm feeling
inspired. Could you take off your clothes for me?"

"Oh, brother!"

As I began to disrobe, Tanner selected a large graphite stick to draw with.

"I'm gonna use graphite," he explained. "I used to use charcoal but I
decided I like graphite better. See, it's like a big fat pencil lead. And I
have a jar of powdered graphite, too. What I like about graphite is that
it's nice and slippery to draw with. Yeah, it's real slippery. You know
they use graphite as a lubricant? Cuz it's so slippery."

I had removed my shirt and now I was kicking off my sneakers. Tanner sat
down with his sketch pad and graphite stick and prepared to draw me.

Kissing Tanner had gotten me really horny, and I was frustrated that the
boy had decided to do a figure drawing session at the most inappropriate
time. I was still pretty hard as I slipped off my jeans and underwear. I
stood naked and erect before Tanner.

"Okay, Tanner. How do you want me?"

"Well, I think I'm gonna do another anatomical study today. A detail study
of just one part of your body."

"Okay, then. Which part of my body are you going to study?"

"I think today I'm going to study this part," Tanner said, winking at me as
he reached out and wrapped his hand around my throbbing cock. He gave my
cock a few gentle strokes before he began drawing.

I had to admit that I did enjoy Tanner drawing me in the nude. I loved
watching Tanner's eyes as they moved over my body, studying every inch of
me. I was especially enjoying this drawing session, as Tanner's eyes were
focused completely on my cock and balls the whole time.

Tanner stared at my cock, then at his drawing. Tanner drew, smeared, erased
and smudged. Tanner opened the jar of powdered graphite and used a small
chamois to smear the powder on parts of the drawing. Tanner looked back at
my hard cock again. Tanner licked his lips.

Tanner showed me his drawing. He sure knew how to draw a penis, that was
for sure! Then he smiled and signed the drawing with a flourish.  "Looks
like you put a lot of work into that one," I laughed.

Tanner turned around and put the drawing pad aside on his drafting
table. Then he grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. My erect cock
was now directly in front of the boy's face. Tanner eagerly began to lick
my cock while rubbing his own cock through his denim jeans. He ran his
hands over my thighs as he began to suck, smearing graphite dust all over
me.

"Hey Tanner," I said. "Don't you think maybe you should wash your hands
first? They're covered in graphite!"

"Oh, sorry!" Tanner laughed, looking at his silvery-black hands.
 Unconsciously, he wiped his dirty hands on his yellow polo shirt.  There
were also smudges on his cheek and nose. Tanner looked down at his
shirt. "Guess I shouldn't have done that. Bad habit. Now this shirt's gotta
be washed."

"Tanner, you're a mess!" I laughed. "You're covered in graphite and cocoa!
Wash your hands and take off those clothes so we can get down to business!"

He stood up to go and wash his hands in the bathroom. My erection was
starting to wane. I was beginning to realize that sex with Tanner would
never be without its minor catastrophes.

I got on Tanner's bed and waited for him. I started playing with my cock so
it would be nice and hard when he got back.

Tanner came back into his room wearing nothing but his underwear and
socks. He still had a little smudge of graphite on the bridge of his nose.

"I'm all cleaned up!" he grinned as he hopped onto the bed with me. I took
the boy's glasses off for him since I knew that if I didn't, they would
either get squashed or lost.

Tanner embraced me and we began to make out again. I loved caressing him
– his body was smooth except for a little bit of fine golden hair on his
forearms and legs. It was a warm day and Tanner was kind of sweaty. I loved
the musky smell coming from his armpits as we grappled and groped, Tanner
kissing me with his sloppy wet tongue. Tanner had his hand on my cock and
had begun jacking me off.

I ran my hand down his back and then slipped down past the elastic
waistband of the boy's underwear. Tanner kissed me hard when I began
running my finger down his sweaty ass crack, his tongue thrusting deep into
my mouth.

When Tanner stopped kissing me for a moment to catch his breath, I pulled
my hand out of his underwear. I held my finger to my nose and took a
sniff. Tanner was a fairly clean boy down there, and I didn't really smell
any shit on my finger – just the musky, sweaty smell of a boy in heat. I
sucked on my finger, tasting Tanner's ass as I got it nice and wet.

I took my finger out of my mouth and held it in front of Tanner's
face. "Spit," I told him. The boy had a pretty good idea of what I was
going to do. Instead of forcefully spitting, the boy opened his mouth
slowly and drooled a little on my finger, lubricating it further.

With my slimy, wet finger I wiped the last drop of saliva off Tanner's
lower lip. Then carefully I embraced Tanner again, putting my hand back in
his underwear and sliding my finger into the boy's tight hole.

Tanner struggled to get my underwear off so I could have better access to
his butt hole. I stretched out on my back while the boy hunched down on his
knees so he could suck my cock. He had his butt turned towards me so I had
a great view of his ass cheeks and pink puckered hole.

I began fingering the boy as he sucked me off. Every minute or so I would
take my finger out of his ass and suck on it to wet it some more before I
stuck back in.

Fingering the boy – and then tasting his ass juice on my finger –
while he sucked me was really driving me wild! But I didn't want to cum in
the boy's mouth again. I had other plans for Tanner.

"Tanner, get up," I said, patting the boy on the back. He stopped sucking
me.

"Huh?"

"We're gonna do sixty-nine."

"Oh, okay."

Tanner climbed on top of me and got into position. He began to blow me
again. I now had the boy's ass, balls and humongous cock in my face. Since
his cock was so huge and hard, there was no way I could get it into my
mouth in that position. He would have choked me. So I contented myself with
just licking the underside of his cock with long strokes.

Then I moved onto the boy's scrotum. I licked his nut-sack and then took
his left testicle into my mouth. I was somehow able to get his entire
scrotum in my mouth. His balls were big, but not huge in relation to his
cock. I held the boy's balls in my mouth as he continued to go down on me.

I stopped sucking on Tanner's balls so I could lick that beautiful pink
puckered hole of his. The boy's butt was right in my face and his hole was
spread open rather nicely. I took a few minutes to explore every crease and
ridge of the boy's hole before my tongue found its way back to his perineum
and scrotum. I went from scrotum back to the boy's cock, bending it as far
back as it would comfortably go so I can lick the pre-cum dripping off of
Tanner's cock head. Then my tongue found its way back to Tanner's sweet
hole. All the while Tanner was sucking me the way I had taught him to –
slowly and lovingly.

As I wiggled my tongue in his tight hole, Tanner stopped sucking me to
speak.

"So, uh, you wanna try the anal thing?"

"The anal thing? You mean you want me to try fucking you?"

"Or, uh, I could fuck you if you want."

I reached for the boy's monster cock. "I don't know if I could handle your
cock, Tanner. You do realize that it's unnaturally sized, don't you?"

"I guess it is a little big," the boy agreed, sounding disappointed.

"I'd have to prepare myself to take that thing in!" I laughed.

Tanner was perplexed. He climbed off of me and turned around. "How do you
prepare yourself?"

"You know, by stretching the hole. With a butt plug or something."

"What's a butt plug?"

I giggled. Tanner lived a more sheltered life than I thought.

"You mean to tell me you need a definition for a butt plug? I would think
the name would be pretty self-explanatory! It's something you get in a sex
shop."

"Oh, I see," Tanner shrugged. "Well if you want you can try the anal on
me."

Tanner got himself into fuck-ready position, on his hands and knees with
his ass in the air. I got on my knees behind him, ready to take the boy
doggy-style. I spat on my hand and lubed my cock up with my saliva. I also
spat on Tanner's hole and worked it in with my finger to prepare him for
entry.

I teased his hole with my cock head a little bit, and then slowly pushed my
cock in. Tanner's hole was very resistant, but I was able to slowly ease
the head in.

"Aargh!" Tanner cringed. I pulled out.

"Sorry."

I knew it would have been much easier if I had brought some lube. I had
just assumed that Tanner and I were only going to make out and have oral
sex, so I wasn't prepared.

"Tanner, do you have any Vaseline or anything like that? We need a
lubricant."

"What about graphite? Graphite's a lubricant."

"Tanner, I don't think graphite is the kind of lubricant we need!" I
laughed. "Go check and see if you have any Vaseline. Or K-Y
Jelly. Something like that."

"I don't think we have Vaseline, but I'll see what we've got."

"Use your imagination."

I realized that it was very unlikely that Tanner and his mom would have a
supply of lube lying around the house. But I figured his mother must have
had hand lotion or SOMETHING I could use to fuck her son with lying around
the house.

Soon Tanner came back to the bedroom with a tub of I Can't Believe It's Not
Butter in his hand.

"Tanner, you've got to be kidding!"

"This should work, shouldn't it?"

"Doesn't your mom have any hand lotion or anything like that?"

"You told me to use my imagination."

"Okay, Tanner. You get points for creativity."

Tanner handed me the tub of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter and got back
into position on the bed.  I opened the tub and stuck my finger in, and
then I lubed the boy up with the margarine, smearing the remainder on my
cock. I prepared to enter the boy's anus.

My cock head slipped into Tanner's margarine-lubricated hole. "How's that?
Okay?" I asked Tanner.

"Well, it hurts a little, but not as bad as before."

"Now imagine how it would feel with a cock your size."

"I guess it would hurt a lot."

I pushed in a little further. Now the head was fully in and the boy's
sphincter gripped the shaft of my cock tightly.

"Ooh," Tanner moaned. "It feels better the deeper you go."

With that encouragement, I shoved my cock all the way in, down to the
root. It went in much easier this time.

"That's good, Sebastian. Keep going."

I started to fuck the boy slowly. Tanner was quiet for a while, but once I
got into a good fucking rhythm, he began whimpering loudly like a puppy. I
stopped thrusting, my cock halfway in.

"You like that, don'tcha?" I asked, reaching around and grabbing the boy's
cock. I slowly started to jack him off.

"Uh-uh." To show me how much he was enjoying it, Tanner backed himself into
my cock, taking it all the way in.

I started fucking him again, slowly working myself into a frenzy. I
continued to jack the boy off, even though it was awkward to fuck and reach
around at the same time. Tanner continued to whimper and moan, and was
breathing very heavily. So was I.

That puppy dog whimper and the tight grip of Tanner's anus were really
turning me on. I was coming closer to orgasm, and I needed to thrust harder
to get there. I gave up on the reach around so I could put both hands on
Tanner's hips, allowing me to thrust more violently. Tanner replaced my
hand with his. I could tell by his whimpering and the way his shoulders
were tensing up that Tanner was very close to cumming.

I slowed down for a second, just to prolong the pleasure a bit. I held
Tanner close to me as I licked his ear and kissed his neck. Tanner turned
his head around so he could give me a sloppy, awkward kiss.

I went back to pounding the boy with full force. He was jerking himself off
while his sphincter tightened up around my throbbing cock. I reached back
around and began pressing the boy's perineum, stimulating his prostate. It
was at that moment that Tanner gasped and shot several ropes of thick,
gooey cum all over the bedspread.

When Tanner came, he was done. "Pull it out!" he begged me.

"Come on, Tanner! I'm almost there!"

"Pull it out, please!" He tried to squirm away from me.

I pulled my cock out of the boy and with only two quick strokes of my hand,
shot my jizz all over Tanner's butter-flavored hole. I felt one more quick
squirt coming, so I quickly stuck the head back in Tanner's hole and pumped
one last shot into him. Then I pulled my cock out again. I rubbed the head
of my cock all over Tanner's greasy, sticky hole, mixing my sperm with
Tanner's ass juice and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.

"Oh no! The quilt!" Tanner moaned.

"Not that again! Don't worry. We'll clean it in a few minutes. But first I
gotta clean YOU."

I spread Tanner's butt cheeks with my hands and began to suck my sperm from
the boy's hole. It was only then did I realize the genius of Tanner's
selection of a lubricant.

I had always hated the taste of lube, and Vaseline tasted even worse. But
licking out Tanner's butter-flavored hole was a real treat! Sure it was a
little odd to taste the curious mixture of flavors coming from the boy's
anus, but it sure as hell beat Vaseline!

I helped Tanner clean up the quilt once again, and then we took a quick
shower together and got dressed. We were both a little hungry, so Tanner
rummaged around in the fridge to see what he could find. He settled on some
canned buttermilk biscuit dough. We sat down in the kitchen and talked
while the biscuits were baking.

"So Tanner, it looks like you lost your virginity today. How did it feel?"

""Well, it kinda hurt at first, but after a while it started to feel real
good," Tanner smiled. "It was kinda like getting a massage from inside
out."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Tanner."

When the biscuits were done, Tanner took them out of the oven and brought
them to the table. I was hungry and they smelled delicious. I sat there
waiting for the biscuits to cool a bit before I took one.

"Oh, I forgot something!" Tanner said, jumping up and running to his
bedroom.

Tanner was back in a flash. He was holding something behind his back when
he came over to where I was sitting and gave me a big, wet, sloppy kiss.

"What did you forget?" I asked Tanner when he took his tongue out of my
mouth.

"This!" Tanner said as he plunked the tub of I Can't Believe It's Not
Butter down on the table next to the biscuits.

To Be Continued

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