Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 05:24:00 +0000
From: Mike Anderson <michcherry94@gmail.com>
Subject: Comic Books pt 1

Disclaimer:

This story is fiction about teenage boys do what teenage boys find
enjoyable, including boy on boy sex.  Read at your own peril.


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Enjoy...


Part 1


        Tanner gave his mom a quick hug, then swung himself out of her VW
bug.  He looked over to the two story brick and glass building he was about
to enter.  Teen boys and girls streamed into all of the various doors
looking as if they knew exactly where they needed to go, which Tanner was
sure they did.


        He hefted his dark green pack pack onto his right shoulder, and
with a sigh, began the trek to his new high school.  Having just moved into
town three days prior, Tanner did not know anyone.  Last year, when he
entered 9th grade, he had every expectation of graduating from that same
school. It was amazing how much difference 12 months could make.


        Ten minutes later, Tanner found himself at his new locker
memorizing the com. He had reported into the office and received his locker
and class schedule.  School had started the previous Thurs, but his mom and
he hadn't arrived until Friday afternoon.  After a couple of tries, Tanner
popped open his locker and started to hang his backpack and stack his
school supplies on the the top shelf. Unlike his old school, he didn't need
to share the locker with anyone.


        Suddenly a voice boomed from down the hall, "Hey, Keith, what do we
have here?  Looks like we got ourselves a pudgy little piggy... Oink, oink,
little piggy."  The taunt was followed by a couple of raucous laughs.


        Tanner was short for a tenth grader, and not exactly thin. Barrel
chested would be more accurate.  He felt his face heat up at the insults,
but decided to try and ignore the quips.  Tanner hoped the guys would lose
interest and walk on.


        Not unexpectedly, they didn't.


        The next thing Tanner knew, two tall blonde haired guys wearing
t-shirts that looked like they were purposely a size too small to show off
their arms and chest, stood on either side of his locker.


        Tanner felt himself about to tear up.  *Fucking A*, he thought,
*that's the last thing I need to do right now.* He thought of his dad and
the advice he always gave Tanner.  He could almost hear his Dad whispering
to him now, "Be yourself, don't give a shit what others think, and give
back like they give you."


        Taking a deep breathe, Tanner fought back the tears and turned
around, like he had nothing better to do.  With a smile, he said, "Hey
guys, I'm flattered, but you're not my type, I prefer girls."  And then
walked away.


        Unfortunately, the result was closer to waving a red flag before
bull than music to soothe the savage beast.  Tanner hadn't taken two steps,
when he felt a hand grab his arm and spin him around.


        "What did you say, little piggy?  Did you just call me a fag?"
Tanner started to get a little scared at the look of anger in jock boy's
eyes.  His new found confidence scattered like a snuffed out candle.  Much
to his chagrin, Tanner felt his eyes water up this time, and he didn't
think he'd be able to stop it?


        At that moment, another voice called out, "KEITH!  WHAT THE HELL
ARE YOU DOING?"  Jock boy, or Keith, as he appeared to be named, tore his
gaze from Tanner to the direction of the voice, which started again.  "Why
don't you leave the poor kid alone, he new here.  Is that how we welcome
someone?  I see you do this shit again, and I'll have coach bench your ass
for the season. I don't care who's coming to scout you out."

        Keith let go of Tanner, giving him a slight push for the effort and
walked off with jock boy #2.  Tanner barely noticed.  The voice was one
that was familiar.  It couldn't be... could it? He turned towards the voice
as well and couldn't stop the grin that lit up his face.  It was...


Three months earlier....


        Tanner smiled contentedly as the evening sun warmed his body.  It
was late enough in the day, that he shouldn't have to worry about burning.
He could hear the rhythmic crash of the waves upon the shore.  He was
sitting on the top of a picnic table, using the bench as a footrest. He was
wearing a loose fitting superman t-shirt with a pair of red board shorts.
At that moment, the world faded away as Tanner lost himself in The Flash
comic book he was reading.  He'd been there for a while, having brought
several issues of the comic book with him.


        A sudden thump next to him, brought Tanner back to reality.  He
turned his head and started a bit at the presences of another boy suddenly
sitting next to him.  The boy looked to be about his age. He had dark brown
hair and light brown eyes.  He sat a little taller than Tanner and sported
a pair of running shorts and nothing else.  Tanner's first thought was how
he'd love to have a nice tight body like this stranger.  His arms were
showed some bulk, but not too much and his chest and abs were slightly
chiseled.


        "Is that The Flash?"  He asked with a winning smile. He peered over
Tanner's arm.  "Looks like it's from back in the 80s or 90s," he continued.


        The boy's question snapped Tanner out of his thoughts, which manly
was wondering why this boy had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and
stuttered, "umm, yeah.  These were my dad's. He recently gave me his
collection."


        "Really?  I'm a big superhero geek.  I love The Flash and Green
Lantern, not to mention JLA and Superman.  I'm Bart, by the way, Bart
Allen."


        Tanner laughed...hard.  "Yeah, right... and I'm Hal Jordan."
Tanner continued to laugh.  It wasn't really that funny, but he hadn't
laughed in quite a while and it seemed like a dam had burst and he could
stop himself.


        The other boy got a quizzical look on his face.  "What are you
talking about?"


        Finally, Tanner got himself under control.  "Oh come on.. You just
told me you were a fan of the Flash.  Bart Allen ... Impulse... Barry
Allen's great, great, great nephew or something like that from the 26th
century."  Tanner could keep from giggling.


        The other boy -- Bart apparently -- broke into a grin and gave
Tanner a playful slug on the shoulder.  "Never made that connection before.
It's bad enough how I got my name.  My parents were big fans of the
Simpsons."


        "No shit," Tanner quipped.  "Does that mean you came about during
one the episodes?" he continued with a sly grin.


        "Ooh, gross.  That's my parents you're talking about.  I like to
pretend that they don't do that.... So, Hal, mind if I look at some of
these comic books?"


        "Tanner, actually... Tanner Brennan.  That's Irish, by the way, in
case you haven't guessed by the hair and eyes.  Here, you should start with
this one."  Tanner handed Bart the oldest on, and the two boys both got
lost in another universe about the adventures of the fastest man alive.


Present day ....


        He turned towards the voice as well and couldn't stop the grin that
lit up his face.  It was...  Bart.  *Damn*, Tanner thought, of all the
towns for them to move to, it was the one where Bart lived.  Over the
summer, they had never talked about where they lived, at least not by name,
or even state.  They had both had secrets they hadn't wanted to dwell on.


        "Well if it ain't Moses, in the flesh," Bart said, walking up to
him with a smile.  Tanner felt his face grow red, thinking about why Bart
had given him that name.  "Welcome to Green River, hos. Shit, it good to
see you." Bart continued moving towards Tanner and embraced him in a
hug. It wasn't simply a "bro hug", but one of the deep friendship they had
formed over the summer.  A tension Tanner hadn't realized he had melted
away.  His mom's favorite movie was Grease, and he'd watched it enough to
know summer friendships didn't always survive school cliques.


        "Bart, you going to introduce us?"  Bart had been walking down the
hall with two other guys; one a bit taller them him and thin as a bean
stalk with sandy blonde hair and freckles, the other shorter hispanic who
sporting shoulder length hair and a stud earring in one ear.


        "Sure, Tim and Kevin, this here is Tanner, the guy I hung with this
summer at my uncle's.  Tanner, this is Tim," he pointed to the hispanic
boy, "and Kevin," the beanpole.


The three boys exchanged greetings and fist bumps before Tim asked, "Why's
he calling you Moses? You religious or something? "


Tanner felt himself blush some, not sure how to answer.  There was no way
he'd tell the true reason, and he sure as hell hoped Bart wasn't going to.


Bart raised his hand to his mouth, like he was about to share a secret to
Tim and Kevin.  In a slightly lowered voice, but one obviously meant for
Tanner to also hear, he quipped, "Not sure if you've noticed, but Tanner
boy here is slightly bigger than your average teen."  Once, Tanner would
have been bothered by someone saying that, but Bart had helped him overcome
some of his low confidence. Instead, he smirked a bit and waited to hear
what Bart would come up with.


"Well," he continued," this one time we went swimming in one of the pools.
Tanner here tries to do some type of impressive dive, which he completely
botches.  He comes off the diving board and ends up doing this 10 point,
perfect .... belly flop.  It sounded like a shot gun went off..  Anyway, I
swear, the water split right down the middle as two waves moved towards the
pool sides.  Just like Moses crossing the Red Sea."


"Holy Fuck!  No way!" exclaimed the guys appreciatively.  Tanner just
grinned.  It was a nice story, but definitely not the reason for his nick
name.  That, Tanner was glad, would remain their secret... hopefully for
ever.




Just then the bell rang.  Tanner had been holding his schedule in his left
hand, which Bart quickly grabbed and perused.  "Sweet," he said, "we have
first lunch together.  We sit at a table in the quad. Find me, if I don't
find you. Damn, Tanner, you showing up here just made my whole year."


Bart and Tim retreated to head off to home room.  Kevin remained behind.
"I saw we have homeroom together.  Let me show you the way. It's over
here." Kevin started walking in the opposite direction of Bart, and Tanner
quickly followed.


More to come....


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