Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2016 02:05:45 +0000
From: Mike Anderson <michcherry94@gmail.com>
Subject: Comic Books pt 2

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..


Comic Books Part 2


	Bart sat in second hour math class.  Mr. Rand was attempting to
refresh the students in the basics of algebra to varying degrees of
success.  Math had always been an easy subject for Bart.  He figured he'd
take up engineering of some sort someday.  He might be a star quarterback
in his high school, but he knew that at best, his football skills might
land him a scholarship at a tier 2 or 3 school.

      He'd already looked through the lesson and understood all the key
points. His mind began to wander...

      He still couldn't believe that Tanner was here.  They had talked
about how Tanner was in the midst of moving, but had never discussed
specifics. Both of them had avoided certain details about their lives this
past summer.  It was as if they had a mutual agreement not to break the
magic of the moment with the harsh realities of their school year lives.

      He knew he still had a lingering smile on his face, one that just
wouldn't go away. What was it about Tanner that put him in such a good
spirit?  Ever since he had returned from his aunt's resort, he had felt the
darkness start to creep up again.  It was that heaviness of heart and soul
that had led him to drop out of baseball last spring.


Three months ago ...

	Bart paused from his sanding of the deck rails so that he could
grab a drink from his water bottle.  He looked over the railing to gauge
his progress.  He looked to be about two-thirds done.  Sweat glistened on
his bare shoulders and chest.  He noticed that he'd gotten a little too
much sun today.  Thankfully the base tan should keep him from burning too
badly, but he'd probably feel a little bit of discomfort.

	He felt a satisfaction in the work he was doing, and glad he had
more to do.  The grating of sand paper to wood worked as a soothing
tranquilizer on his chaotic thoughts.  He could let his mind empty and
simply draw in the rhythmic sounds of his work.  Anything that kept him
from thinking was appreciated.

	"Bart!  Oh, Bart!  Can you come here a moment?"  Aunt Mollie was
calling out from the front desk.  With a sigh, Bart set the sandpaper down
and walked into wood-paneled building. His Aunt Mollie and Uncle John owned
and maintain a seaside resort along the Atlantic Ocean.  He had agreed to
come out for the summer to work as their handy-man.  His sigh came from the
certainty that Aunt Mollie's task was probably an errand.  He didn't mind
the errand, except that it would allow him time to think.  And thinking was
the last thing he wanted to do right now.

	As he entered the lobby, he turned towards the check-in counter,
where he knew his aunt was waiting.  As expected, she had that look of
concern that made him want to turn and run, but ... She needed help, and
that's why he was here.


	"Bart, you have done more in the past week, and I expected you to
do all summer," Aunt Mollie exaggerated. "You need to take a break.  You
next task is to head down to the beach and hang out there until the sun
goes down.  I'm giving you some money.  Grab some food at the pier, play
some games at the arcade, go swim – I don't care, just relax."

	"Aunt Mollie I..."

	"No Aunt Mollie me.  You need a break, and you are taking a
break... Now Go."

      She handed Bart a twenty-dollar bill, and seeing here determination
Bart took it without argument.  After ten minutes of meandering through the
town, Bart found himself walking onto the sand.  The late afternoon sun
felt warm on his chest, but even the pleasant approaching evening did
little to brighten his mood.  His mind just wouldn't let go...


      Bart looked up and stopped. A boy was sitting on top one of the
picnic tables reading.  For a second he thought it was Mikey.  The posture
was exactly right, hunched over and reading what was surely a comic book.


      But... It couldn't be and reality crashed back home in an
instant. No, the boy was about the right height, but he definitely had a
few pounds on Mikey.  He began to turn around when the sun must have dipped
a fraction to just the right angle.  Suddenly the red hair of the boy
caught his eye.  He looked more closely at the boy.  He appeared to be of
the same age as Bart. There was something about how he was sitting that
spoke to him of more than a memory.  Something about the posture read
loneliness and the need for company that echoed in Bart's soul.

      Before he realized it, Bart had plopped himself down next to the boy
and peered over his shoulder to see what comic book he was reading. As he
leaned in, he took in the smell of the boy without thinking.  He had a
musky smell that sent a tingle to his stomach.  *Weird* Bart thought to
himself, but then the thought flittered out of his mind.

      "Is that The Flash?" Bart asked. The boy had jumped a bit, started by
his sudden appearance.  He turned his face towards him, and the boy's green
eyes shattered the darkness that had been blanketing Bart for the past
three months.

      Slightly embarrassed for some reason, Bart shifted his gaze back to
the comic book.  "Looks like it's from back in the 80s or 90s," he
continued...


Present Day...

	"Mr. Allen, you look bored back there... How about coming up to the
board and demonstrating how to solve a quadratic equation."

	Mr. Rand's summons snapped Bart back to the present.  He looked up
at the problem on the board, and though "no problem!"  But then a feeling
of tightness in his crotch and quick look down made him realize that there
definitely **was** a problem!  His cheeks colored at the thought of having
to walk to the board with a clearly visible tent in his pants.

	Mr. Rand, seeing Bart's hesitation, and guessing (rightly) the
cause, decided he didn't need the distraction of hormones this early in the
day.  "On second thought, Mr. Allen, why don't you take a moment to look
over the next problem.  I want to give you a little harder of a
challenge. Ms. Cane, why don't you show Mr. Allen how it's done."

	Bart shot a mental thank-you to Mr. Rand and furiously thought of
math problems and baseball.  Thankfully, his *hard problem* promptly
settled down.  **Why the hell did that happen?** he thought.  He didn't
normally pop a boner in class unless his mind drifted to his crush of the
month, but he'd been thinking about how Tanner and he had met, not Kim or
Connie.

	Unfortunately, Tim, sitting next to him, had noticed his problem as
well. "Who you dreaming about now, lover boy?"

	Bart mouthed a "fuck you" towards Tim as he got up to work out the
second problem on the board.  He didn't waste too much thought on his
self-willed manhood, chalking it up to just one of those things...  What
Bart didn't realize, is that he still had a half smile on his face, the
same one that had been there since his meeting up with Tanner, a fact that
did not go unnoticed by Tim.


More to come...

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