Date: Wed, 23 Nov 2016 06:16:04 +0000
From: Mike Anderson <michcherry94@gmail.com>
Subject: Comic Books Part 8

Disclaimer:


This story is fiction about teenage boys do what teenage boys find
enjoyable, including boy on boy sex (eventually!)  Read at your own
peril. None of the characters in this story are based on anyone in real
life. Any resemblance to someone real is purely coincidental.  All rights
of the story are reserved to the author.


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increase in intensity, so please be patient. There will be those passionate
events that we call come to Nifty for, but this story is about a first
relationship and will follow that path.  If you're wanting a story that
more slam, bam, thank you ... sir, then you'll probably want to look
elsewhere.  :)


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Comic Books Part 9 by Mike Anderson


Previously ....


PRESENT DAY .... SEPTEMBER 5




Bart had whisked the shorts and boxers off.  He knelt down to pull off
Tanner's sock (probably should have done those first, he thought).  A
movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to look up and he found
himself staring right at the piss slit of Tanner's manhood.  The movement
he'd seen had been the boy's cock inflate.  Bart stopped, transfixed.  A
strong almost sour aroma oozed from Tanner's groin to Bart's nostrils and
then to Bart's groin.  He found himself inhaling deeply, cherishing the
unexpected and strangely enticing smell.  A clear drop formed at the tip.
To Bart it looked like the nectar of life. He wanted to taste it ... He
moved in a fraction of the distance ...


"Shit, Bart ... I'm sorry.  It's been a couple of days ...." Tanner glanced
down at the wood he had sprung and found himself babbling a little.  Did he
really just allude to his jacking habit?


To Bart, the sudden sound of Tanner speaking shattered the spell that
Tanner's meat had cast over him.  "It's not like it's the first time I've
seen you hard, Moses."  Bart grinned as he stood up and held out the
hospital gown for Tanner to walk into.  Tanner moved forward so Bart could
tie up the back.  He pushed the call button and Nurse Amy appeared.  Bart
guided Tanner to the wheelchair, only his hand was slightly lower than it
should have been; Bart had his hand firmly placed on Tanner's ass.  Right
before he removed his hand so that he could gently guide Tanner down into
the wheelchair, ... Bart gave a squeeze.


And now ....


        The CT scan would take about an hour, so Bart decided to surprise
Tanner with a small gift.  ... Well not a gift, exactly, as what he had in
mind was already Tanner's.  He figured he could run over to Tanner's
grandparent's house and grab a box of comics for them to read. Grandma
Laura had been waiting outside the room and had joined him as Tanner was
guided down to the X-Ray Department by the nurse.  Once Tanner was out of
earshot, Bart shared his idea with Laura, who thought it was a wonderful
idea ... except ...


        "Sorry, Bart, the comic books are still at the cabin.  We didn't
have room this last trip.  Austin and I are heading back up this weekend
for one last getaway before the fall classes start."  Laura had a little
craft studio where she led workshops and classes in all manner of crafts,
from painting to ceramics to knitting to several others.  From September
through March she was busy working with ladies (and some men) of all ages.


        Bart's face fell trying to think of something else, but then
Laura's expression brightened noticeably. "Wait a second," she began, "I
think I remember seeing a couple more boxes of comics up in the
attic. ... Let me think ....  Yes, yes I'm sure I did."  Laura had been
looking up to the right and tapping her finger against her freckled face.
She returned her gaze to Bart and instructed, "Head over to the house and
tell Austin that you need to look in the second attic for the comic books.
He'll know where I mean."


        With renewed vigor, Bart replied, "Yes, ma'am.  Thanks Mrs. B!"
With that he headed out of the hospital with purpose.  When Tanner had
passed out, Bart had called 911 on his phone and then followed the
ambulance over on his four-wheel.  Now he hopped back on his bike, shoved
his red and orange striped helmet on his head and headed out of town to the
Brennan's place.


        Ten minutes later, he was racing down the long serpentine drive
into the Brennan acreage.  The residence was located several miles outside
of town on an apple orchard.  He stopped short by the front door, stowed
his helmet and walked onto the porch.  Austin Brennan was sitting on the
porch enjoying a Sam Adams.


        Austin waved to his grandson's friend and greeted him, "Bart,
Laurie just called me and told me Tanner's doing just fine, all thanks to
you."  Austin Brennan was in his late sixties and sported a brush-cut
balding grey head of hair peppered with black.  He had leathery bronzed
skin that hearkened to years of sun and cigarettes.  His shoulders were
broad and he was very solid in appearance, albeit with a not atypical beer
bulge in the gut.


He tended to come off as reserved, yet kindly, especially to those he knew
and liked.  And he had grown to like Bart, despite the fact that Nicholas
Allen was his father.  Truth be told, Austin felt a need to take Bart under
his wing BECAUSE Nicholas Allen was his father.  -- That bastard -- Austin
could stop himself from thinking.


        "Hey, Mr. Brennan."  Bart always addressed Tanner's grandfather by
his last name and Mr. Brennan respected him for it.  The kid's got some
class, he often told himself.


        "Mrs. B said you could help me get some comics for Tanner and I to
read at the hospital.  She said there were some in the second attic.  She
said you'd know where that was."


        Bart noticed that Mr. Brennan's eyes widen in shock for a moment.
It was so brief a change in his expression, that he almost thought he'd
imagined it.  Except, that Mr. Brennan also seemed to be tongue-tied for
another moment, before he finally replied, "The second attic, you say?
Well, she must know what she's doing, so come on in, my young Bart and I
will get you the comics."  He turned towards the screen door and motioned
with his arm for Bart to follow him.


        The second attic turned out to be exactly what it sounded like.
First Mr. Brennan led Bart to the 3rd floor, where he pulled down the
trapdoor to the main attic.  After climbing up the uncollapsed ladder,
Mr. Brennan proceeded to the south wall of the attic.  There he pulled down
on a coat hook and twisted it several times.  With an audible snap, a
portion of the wall sprung out, revealing a cleverly disguised closet.
Bart could see several boxes of various sizes and a couple of safes stacked
up inside.  Specifically he saw three white comic book boxes.  Mr. Brennan
grabbed one and brought it out.


        "Here ya go, son.  You and Tanner enjoy..."


        "Thanks, Mr. Brennan, we will!"


        As Bart turned away, Mr. Brennan was closing the door.  Bart had
set the box down next to the trapdoor and had placed his foot on the the
top rung, when Mr. Brennan called out to him, "Oh ... and Bart ... do me a
favor and forget you saw the second attic ... unless you're in this house.
I'd rather no one know about it."


        Bart simply said, "No problem, Mr. B ... my lips are sealed,"
before scurrying down the ladder and out to his bike.  He strapped the box
down in the small bed on the back of his bike and then headed back to the
hospital.


        As he entered the room, he found Tanner sitting up in bed, opening
up a paper bag with a bunch of golden arches on it.  Grandma Laura was
sitting on a recliner with her own bag.  She set it on the floor, got up
and grabbed a third bag that had been sitting on the window ledge and
handed it to Bart.  "Here you go," she said, "I figured you'd want to eat
with us.  I got you two quarter pounders with cheese.  Your favorite, if I
remember correctly."


        Grandma Laura's thoughtfulness made Bart feel a little tingly and
warm.  Compared to his family, the Brennan's were so different.  Bart was
close to his mom ... well as close as could be given the circumstances ...
but his dad was a different story.  Nicholas Allen had never seemed to have
any time for Bart.  Mikey had been his favorite by far.  Bart had never
resented his brother for that, but he had been jealous at times of the
attention his dad had shown to Mikey.  Unfortunately, his mom never stood
up for him and consequently he often felt like an unwanted child.  Bart
NEVER felt that way with the Brennan's.  They treated him like a second
grandson.


        "Thanks, Mrs. B.  It sure is." He looked in the and and pulled out
the drink.  `You even remembered I like orange! You're the best!  Thanks!"
Laura flushed at the enthused youth's compliment. Silently she gave a
prayer of thanks Bart being in Tanner's life.


        Tanner, having noticed the white box that Bart had brought in, set
down his burger and turned towards Bart.  "Sweet!  Comic books!"  Then
Tanner frowned in confusion.  "But where did you get them from?  All of
mine are still out at the cabin?"


        "I decided to start collecting comic books after I got back from
this summer."


        "Really?"


        "Of course not! Even if I had, I wouldn't have any where near
enough to fill a box full."  He looked over at Mrs. Brennan with mock
concern on his face and asked in a doleful voice, "The CT scan showed
nothing going on up there, didn't it?"  Laura gave into a small laugh.


        "Guess not," she confided loudly.


        "Ha ha, very funny," Tanner retorted adroitly. "So, seriously,
where did you get them?"


        Bart had noticed something remarkable on the way over, specifically
a small white seven marked on the box.  He wasn't sure what all the cloak
and dagger was about, but he also wasn't about to give away secrets that he
didn't even know.  He'd devised a little subterfuge that he could explain
to Tanner at another time.  He glanced over at Mrs. Brennan.  There was a
slight tightening of her eyes, as if she were anxious to hear his
explanation as well.  That confirmed for him the need for caution, even
though he didn't understand why.


        The answer he gave was, "I mentioned to your grandma that I wanted
to run over to your house and grab a box of comic books.  At first she told
me that all of them were still at the the cabin."  He paused ... for
dramatic effect ... "BUT THEN ... she remembered she'd managed to fit one
box in the trunk to `tide you over' til they brought the rest of them
back."


        Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Mrs. Brennan relaxed
visibly.  He didn't view his deception as lying to Tanner, since he knew
he'd come clean the moment they were somewhere private outside the
hospital.




        The boys waited until after they ate to open the box, not wanting
to get grease on the books.  After washing their hands and making sure all
the traces of food were gone from the tray and bed, the boys cracked open
the box.  There wasn't enough room in the twin sized hospital bed for them
to lay down and read the books, as they normally did.  Instead, they sat on
the edge next to each other and used the food tray to rest the comic on.


        Tanner knew instantly that Bart's tale was just that ... a made up
story.  They had cataloged each comic book this summer, and none of the
ones in this box had been seen before.  Tanner just stared on Bart, asking
him silently, `Well?"  Bart stared back and mouthed, `Later'.  Tanner
relented and soon lost himself in the wonder of an as yet unseen treasure
trove of his father's comic books.


        "You know Tanner," Grandma Laura interjected at one point, "I think
your father's favorite comic book was The Flash.  He just loved how he ran
so much and did such good."


        As it happened, no sooner had she made that comment than Bart
pulled out a copy of the Flash.  As he pulled it out of the protective
sleeve so they could look at it, a 3x5 note card fell out and remained in
the plastic bag.  Bart reached in, pulled it out and showed it to Tanner.
On one side was written the word "Arachnid" in the bottom right corner. A
small stick figure was drawn at the end of the word.  The rest of that side
of the card was filled with numbers and dashes.


Tanner began to say, "What is .... "


Like a light switch being turned on, an epiphany exploded in Bart's mind.
It was a crazy notion, one he would have discounted out of hand any other
time. .... But, with all the odd things that Tanner's grandparents had said
and did this evening, Bart was sure he was right.


"I'm sure it's just a bookmark, Kegger. Hey, look at this one."  As
nonchalantly as he could, Bart placed the copy of The Flash back in the
sleeve, returned it to the box and grabbed another one out.


Tanner gave him another look, letting Bart know that he hadn't been as
nonchalant has he had thought ...  but he kept quiet.  Bart, for his part,
desperately wanted to share his discovery with Tanner, but knew it had to
wait.  Arachnid and a person --- a spider and a man --- Spiderman.


He was sure the numbers referred to a code.  As soon as he'd recognized
what the word and symbol stood for, he remembered the Spiderman comics with
all the random words underlined.  He had no doubt that the numbers would
point to what order those words should be put. He just couldn't stop wonder
-- What was the message?




The boys read comic until a little before eight o'clock, when visiting
hours were over.  Grandma Laura came over, gave Tanner kiss on the
forehead, gave Bart a light hug, said her farewells and left.


"Guess I should get going to," Bart offered.  Turning his face towards
Tanner.  They were still sitting on the bed next to each other.  Bart
became aware for the first time that their legs were pressed up against
each other.  Tanner, now looking at Bart, realized the same thing at the
same time.  Neither boy moved away.


Tanner gave a small sigh, turned his head slightly and lowered it onto
Bart's shoulder.  He had moved his hand behind Bart's back and gave him a
side arm hug as he did so.  Bart let his arm lower and rest on Tanner's
leg.


The sat there for several minutes, not wanting to shatter the mood with
words.


Tanner, being Tanner though, finally had to say something.  "What is this
Suds?"


Bart found that he had been gently caressing Tanner's thigh with his hand.
"I don't know Kegger." He paused.  He had more to say, though ...


The words were in his mind, he was shouting them inside his skull


... but his tongue wouldn't move.  This mouth was suddenly parched and dry


...  His tongue felt swollen


Finally, after an eternity which probably lasted all of 30 seconds, he
began to whisper them hoarsely ... "but i ...."




"Eight o'clock ... time for your friend to head home."  The cheery voice of
the nurse interrupted Bart and prevented him from finishing the thought.
Her entry caused the boys to move apart like they'd been pinched from
behind.  She didn't give them much of a chance to say anymore, other than a
quick "See you tomorrow." before she shooed Bart out.


With weak smiles on both parts, the boys bumped fists and Bart left.  He
rode back to his house and got ready for bed.  It was still early enough in
the school year that his homework was minimal.


He checked his e-mail and saw that he had one from his coach.  The coach
told him that Tim had explained the situation and now he wanted to make
sure Bart was doing OK.


Bart replied back saying all was great, and he'd be at practice tomorrow no
sweat.


He climbed in bed ... naked as he now always slept.


 He felt alone.  He often did when he first got in bed.  He also knew why
... Tanner wasn't here.  As he lay on his back, Bart's hand moved down to
his groin and softly and slowly fiddled with his nut sack.  An image formed
in his mind of him being on his knees in the hospital room with Tanner's
cock sticking out straight, surrounded by the beautiful and exotic wiry red
bush.  The drop of pre-cum that had formed at the tip became larger than
life and a strange desire to stick out his tongue and taste it stole over
him.


Tanner's final question echoed in his mind, "What is this, Suds?"  Only
this time, in his fantasy Bart didn't hesitate, he didn't feel tongue-tied.
He simply replied, "I don't know, Kegger, but I want to find out."  With
that, he leaned in and touched his lips Tanner's, followed by a wrestling
of tongues.


Of its own volition, Bart's hand let go of his gnads and grabbed his
hardened shaft.  It only took a half a dozen tight strokes before numerous
volleys of boy goo erupted onto his chest, coating him in a sticky glaze of
white.....


More to come....


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