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Comic Books Part 4 by Mike Anderson
Tanner headed towards the door out of the quad and back into the school. His only thought was getting to Bart. He yanked on the door hard and charged back into the build ... and stopped as he collided with something big. Well, someONE big... The person fell over backwards, losing his balance. His food tray crashed next to the unintended victim, spraying him with unidentifiable meat hotdish.
Tanner looked down to see who it was ... The first thing he saw was blonde hair and a crimson and yellow varsity with a football pin on it. **OH NO *** thought Tanner, KEITH. Sure enough, he'd manage to knock down his early morning nemesis.
Keith was already getting up, "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" He bellowed.
Tanner didn't wait around. Again his bulk belied his agility as he cut through the lunch crowd and made it out the cafeteria door. He didn't stop until he had made it down the hall and outside through the north school doors. Thankfully, he didn't run into any teachers trying to stop him. Once outside, his pace slowed a notch or two, but he kept up a jog towards the park Kevin had directed him to.
As he entered the park, he slowed to a walk. The red maple tree was impossible to miss. He saw Bart sitting under the tree. He was holding his knees and rocking slightly back and forth. It looked like his eyes were squeezed shut. Tim was sitting a little way from him, off to his side, but facing him. Tim was also sitting holding his knees, but he looked wary, like he was waiting for some type of attack. Or, more probably, ready to move in towards Bart, if necessary to stop him from doing something to himself.
When Tim heard Tanner approach, he got up and walked over to him. He leaned in to Tanner's ear, and whispered, "Please help him." Then he walked away.
Tanner continued to the tree and slid down next to Bart. He didn't say a word, but he let his knee relax a bit so that it touched Bart's. Instantly Bart's rocking stopped. Tanner could feel tension ooze from him, his body relaxed visibly. It was as if that simply touching of knees let Bart's anxiety be syphoned off into Tanner. He allowed Bart the time to calm himself down; for the moment, there was no need to speak.
Five minutes passed and the two boys sat still, their knees touching, but nothing else. Finally Bart opened his eyes. "Mikey was going to be the JV swim captain."
Tanner knew that Mikey was Bart's twin brother. They were fraternal twins, not identical. Bart was the older by 10 minutes. Outside of that, he didn't know much. Bart hadn't talked about him much, only said he hadn't been able to join him on the beach last summer. About the only time, in fact, that Bart had mentioned him, was when Tanner commented on a swimming trophy in Bart's room. Tanner mentioned that he hadn't realized Bart was on the swim team. Bart had in turned shared that the trophy was his twin brother Mikey's. His tone of voice at the mention of Mikey had told Tanner to let it drop. The next time he was over in Bart's room, the trophy was nowhere to be seen.
"You want to talk about what happened to him?" Tanner asked quietly.
"Did you know Tim and Kevin think we hooked up this summer?" Bart's return question didn't surprise Tanner. Well, the actual question did... but not that Bart answered his question with a question. Tanner understood that Barth wasn't quite ready to talk about Mikey. Tanner didn't resent that in the least; he understood all too well. There were some things he'd never shared with Bart either.
Tanner, unknowing what Bart needed at the moment, elected to change the the tone of their conversation to light banter. He sensed that Bart wanted to tell him about Mikey, and that would come. But best not to force him. Tanner also knew he daren't let Bart get the upperhand in any banter, as that could not be tolerated.
"Of course they would. Lord knows how hard I have it with all the girls who want this perfect male body of mine." He leaned in towards Bart and whispered confidentially to him, "And not a few guys as well, if you catch my drift." He tried to gyrate his body in imitation of some geisha dancer or something. The effect was some weird giggling of his chest.
Bart gave a snort of a laugh, before sighing. "You are so weird." He turned his head to look at Tanner. "But you've also become the most important person in my life. I'm not sure I'd have survived the summer without you." Bart's sudden open confession, echoing Kevin's concern at the lunch table felt like a punch to the gut. Tanner felt himself go nauseous at that thought of something like that happening to Bart.
Bart was quiet for almost a minute. His had grown solemn again, surely lost in some thought of his brother. But then the drawn face brightened as Bart turned his head toward Tanner, not quite looking him in the eyes. He paused for a couple of seconds before going on, "But what are we?" Again he paused, raising his eyes that last fraction of a bit so that their eyes met -- brown locked with hazel. Tanner again sensed it was best to let Bart get whatever he wanted off his chest.
The eye connection lingered for a pregnant moment. Then Bart turned forward and continued, "You know, this morning in math class my mind wandered back to this past summer. Remember that day we first met?" Tanner obviously did... "Anyway ... Mr. Rand caught me daydreaming -- about you I might add -- and called me to do a problem at the board." Bart paused again. This time he took a big breath and confessed ,"I was boned, Tannner ... after thinking about you!"
Bart didn't look upset by this confession, but he did look uncomfortable. Tanner thought for a moment. There was a strange contentment he felt at the thought that Bart sported wood thinking about him. At the same time, he wasn't sure how he wanted that to go. So much had happened this summer. Tanner had never been so close to anyone in his life. Hell, he owed his life to Bart ... literally. Some of what occurred between them, especially when they were alone, was more than he'd ever expected him to do with another boy. Yet, it never amounted to "hooking up". When he thought of dating someone, the image of girl was what seemed right. Yet .... At the same time, he couldn't imagine being closer to anyone than he was Bart.
He tried to picture him and Bart walking down the school hallway holding hands and making lovey eyes at each other. He giggled at that thought.
"What?" Bart asked.
Something told Tanner it was best to ... leave it open ... Tanner leaned in so that his mouth was right by Bart's ear. "Or maybe," Tanner offered quietly, "you just forgot to take care of your morning wood when you got up and the moment you relaxed, you little head decided to take over."
Bart blushed at Tanner's reply and sheepishly said, "well, there's that...." He looked a tad put out. He'd just laid his thoughts bare, and Tanner turned it into a joke...
Tanner felt the silent rebuke physically. So maybe he miss read Bart slightly. He reached up and turned Bart's face towards him. Again they were looking at each other hazel eyes to brown eyes. "Look... I'm not sure what this is between us. I don't want to date you. I just can't picture us holding hands walking down the hall together, like some puppy-love sick couple. BUT .... There is no one else I want to hang out with that you. I don't care what anyone else thinks. If they think we doing the nasty, fuck em, I don't care. You know more about me than anyone, but there's also a lot about me you don't know, that I'm not ready to share.... But I know I want to share it with you."
Bart's eyes began to tear up. Leave it to Tanner to say just what he needed to hear. "Just for the record ... I'm not wanting to date you either."
The two boys continued to look each other in the eyes. Their faces ... their lips ... drew slightly closer. Eyes closed as lips drew even closer .... Closer .....
"WHAT THE FUCK! BART, you're going to make out with this little piggy?" The booming voice crashed home on the boys like an avalanche of freezing snow. ...
MID JUNE ....
The first couple of weeks following their meeting, the two boys founds themselves falling into a routine. After Tanner ate breakfast, he'd head over to Bart's aunt's resort. He tag along with Bart and help him with the various odd jobs Bart was assigned. Tanner had never done much handy work, and rather enjoyed learning to use and work with the various tools. One task he really enjoyed was the rebuilding of a set of steps at the end of the porch in front of the building. That project took the better portion of four days, but as he touched up the final bit of paint work, Tanner basked in the sense of accomplishment.
After lunch, Aunt Mollie would provide the boys with a hearty home cooked meal. They could choose whatever they wanted from the lunch menu and she'd always give them a teenager's share of it. On the third day, Bart's dad Nick joined them. He told Bart that he had a courier task up to Green Oak Sound, a resort community another couple hours up the coast. Bay City was only twenty minutes out of the way, and Bart's dad thought he'd surprise his son by joining him for lunch. Bart later explained how his dad was in the shipping business and how sometimes a client asked for items to be delivered personally. Once, he told Tanner, his dad had personally couriered a single piece of paper all the way to Berlin, Germany!
Mr. Allen showed a lot of interest in Tanner, asking him about his family and what he liked to do. For some reason that he couldn't quite explain, Tanner felt weary of Bart's dad. He avoided being out right rude, but Tanner kept his answers a little vague, especially when it came to his mom and dad. That topic was just too personal.
At one point, Mr. Allen commented, "so Mollie tells me you and Bart are spend a lot of time reading comics. You got those from your dad? Mikey was always the one who loved his comics. I didn't think Bart had any interest."
Tanner started to answer, "Yeah ...." but was interrupted by Bart.
"Dad, it was good seeing you, but we gotta go. Mrs. Brennan is expecting us." With that, he got up, gave his aunt a hug and a kiss and said, "Let's go..." to Tanner before heading out. Bart remained gloomy and quiet until they got the Brennan house. But, as if he were a dog shaking a bad smell out of his nose, he literally shook himself and said, "Sorry about that. My dad and I sometimes get on each others nerves. I was getting tired of him given you the third degree. Let's go help your grandma..."
After lunch, unless there was a need from one of the guests for an immediate repair, the boys would head over to Tanner's grandparents and see if there was any work that needed doing there. Grandma Laura would ask them to weed the garden or other yard work, but never kept them more than an hour before she would reward them with ice cold lemonade and send them on their way.
They'd spend their afternoons wandering the pier and the beach, doing what teenage boys do. Throw a ball, play in the arcade, check out the girls, comment on the tourists, that kind of thing. Bart, in particular would have them end up in the surf at some point; he was always ready for getting wet. He never wore much beyond sandals and a pair of boardshorts over some under armour underwear; the perfect attire for enjoying some waves. Truth be told, Bart's near to nakedness was sometimes a bit unnerving for Tanner. He sometimes found himself admiring Bart's body, wishing that he could be trim and buff like him, but ... well .. he wasn't.
If Tanner hadn't met Bart, he'd have probably have spent the entire summer nice and dry. But, on the second day, Bart suggested swimming in the ocean.
"Nah....," Tanner shook his head, "I'd rather not?"
"Why not? The water's awesome this time of year!"
"Yeah, but ...." Tanner wasn't sure how to explain his embarrassment.
Bart, however, wasn't stupid. "You don't want to take off your shirt, do you? Come on, who cares."
"That's easy for you to say, your like Mr. Six Pack with those tight abs. Me, I'm a keg."
"You think I got tight abs? You hot for my body, Mr. Brennan?" Bart flexed his arms and tightened his stomach, emphasizing his physique. Tanner found himself mesmerized. That was not missed by Bart who laughed. "You know, you can have a body like this too. I could help you with a workout routine."
Tanner snapped out of it and said, "Maybe, but right now I just want to enjoy the summer."
"Then let's go swim!" Bart pleaded again. "Hey you've gotten to take in my awesome body, now it's my turn. Show me what you got big guy, and then let's hit the water."
Tanner continued to hesitate. "Come on ...," Bart drawled out in a mock seductive voice.
Finally Tanner gave in. He suspected (correctly) that the longer he held out, the more embarrassing Bart would become. "Whatever," Tanner responded with a shrug, the water did look inviting at that. He pulled off his shirt and ran towards the water to minimize his shirtless exposure to the masses. The tossed his shirt on the sand a short distances from where the surf reached and continued on until he was splashing in mid chest deep water. At first he forgot to be self conscience, but soon remembered he was splashing around in the waves bare chested. He always felt like everyone was looking at him and laughing.
"What?" Bart asked, sensing Tanner's changed mood. He caught on quickly enough. "Dude, chill. No one cares. I don't care." With that, Bart launched himself at Tanner and dunked him under the water. Tanner wasn't quite ready and came up spluttering, spitting out salt water and scrunching his eyes against the irritating saline.
The two boys proceeded to wrestle in the water, and Tanner again forgot all about being half naked in public. Several minutes passed that involved lots of splashing, unintended gulps of salt water, and a couple of well placed smacks as they wrestled around in the sea.
Tanner finally managed to get free of Bart and tried to swim away. Suddenly he felt a tug at his shorts. Bart had grabbed frantically at his fleeing nemesis and only managed to snag Tanner's swimsuit. Tanner gave a powerful stroke and won free of Bart's hold ... sans his suit! He swam a couple more strides when he realized things were mighty free feeling in his groin.
He stopped swimming, put his legs on the sand and turned towards Bart who was laughing and twirling his suit around in the air. Just at that moment, the sea waters receded significantly and he ended standing in knee deep water bare assed to the shore and giving Bart the full monty. Tanner froze in fear, like a deer caught in headlights.
Bart, on the other hand, started laughing his head off, and then began whistling catishly. Yet he also found the picture of Tanner standing in the buff strangely exhilarating. He realized that Tanner wasn't just a little bigger in the chest area, but also where it counted as well down below. His cock looked like fat snake dangling between his legs. And his pubes ... They matched the red hair on his head and seem to blaze in the sunlight that was suddenly streaming between the clouds. It was like the heavens opened and were illuminating Tanner's groin just for him. True, Bart had seen many a naked guy in the locker rooms at school, but he'd never seen a redhead naked before.
Tanner finally stooped down so his midriff was under the water. He looked over his shoulder and saw several of the swimmers staring in his direction. One of the girls swimming, who looked to be in here late teens, cupped her hands over her mouth and shouted, "Cute butt! Show us the other side!"
Not sure what came over him, but Tanner, suddenly emboldened, turned towards her and stood up .. for about a count of two .. before he dove back under the water to cool off his instantly flaming face. He quickly swam back to Bart who had continued to laugh uproariously.
"Tanner ... that ... was ... amazing!" he managed to say between laughs. I was going to make you work for these,' he held out the suit, "but I think you just paid sufficiently to get them back." Bart tossed the trunks at Tanner.
Tanner looked back over his shoulders. The girl had swum a little closer, followed by one of her friends. "Your turn, Brown Eyes!" She called out. Bart's laughter stopped on a dime. He looked like he'd just swallowed his tongue.
"What? Not man enough?" Tanner taunted him. "I dare you ... No! I DOUBLE DOG dare you!"
Bart gave Tanner a look that seemed to ask how he could use such a corny line, but at the same time couldn't let his manhood be called into question. Before he could change his mind, Bart dropped HIS trunks and stood up ... for a count of about two as well .. and then also dove under the water.
Tanner was only a couple of feet away when Bart displayed his goods. He too found himself gazing unerringly at Bart's groin. Like his stomach and abs, Bart had little hair visible, which made his jock look bigger than normal. As Bart covered himself in the tide, Tanner mentally shook himself. He managed to pull his swimsuit back on and chased after Bart.
"Let's get out of here," Bart suggested. And with a nod from Tanner the two swam back to shore steering clear of the two girls. If asked, neither would have admitted it, not even to themselves, but both boys wanted to be in the company of the other without the interference of anyone else, even two hot girls who had cajoled them into flashing themselves.
Around six o'clock, the boys would seek out supper. Normally that was at Tanner's grandparents, but sometimes they'd eat out on the boardwalk. After supper, though, was what they would treasure the most, especially as they looked back at this summer years later. This was the time the two of them would head up to Tanner's room, pull out his dad's comics and select three or four to read through.
The first couple days they picked comics at random, but then Bart suggested reading them in the order they had been published. The spent that first Wednesday looking through all of the dozen comic book boxes. Tanner loved making lists and records. He grabbed his laptop and loaded up a spreadsheet program in which the two boys listed each magazine. Tanner, though often disorganized with his own items, felt a need to keep the comic book boxes just like his dad had them. They exuded a rigid sense of order and care.
He decided that he would not mess up that order. The boxes in which the comic books were stored were all standard white comic book boxes. They were just tall enough and wide enough to place a comic book, each of which were in protective plastic covers, straight up in the box. Each box could contain around 100 comic books.
Tanner pulled out a Sharpie so that he could number each box. He was about to write a one on the the first box he had, when he noticed something was already written on the side. Strange enough, the writing was in white marker. Unless you were up close and looking for it, you would miss it. The box he had planned to number one was actually already numbered eight.
Pointing out the white writing to Bart, the two examined the other boxes. Sure enough, each of them were similarly numbered. The twelve boxes were numbered one through fourteen, with seven and thirteen missing.
"That's odd," Tanner commented.
"Maybe your dad is superstitious and didn't want to use unlucky numbers. You could ask him."
Tanner sighed. "No, I can't." was all he said. He thought for a bit and then remarked, "That might be true of 13, but seven is a lucky number."
"Not if you're a gambler. Seven is a losing number in Craps."
"Dad did like to gamble." This caused Tanner to frown, but then he continued, "Well, might as well use his numbering."
By Friday, they had every comic listed, cataloged by box number, ordered place in the box, issue number and publication date. The second odd thing was that the comics appeared to be random order. They weren't stored by series or pub date or any obvious scheme. Yet the chaos of the placement seemed to contain its own order, just one not apparent to either boy.
Sundays had the only change to the routine. Both families faithfully went to church every Sunday morning -- the Allen's attended a small Lutheran church and the Brennan's went to a Roman Catholic parish. The services were at the same time, and afterwards, at the urging of the boys, the two families would share Sunday dinner at the the town cafe. Afterwhich, they would head out to beach and be gone until supper time.
Years later, Tanner and Bart would view those first two weeks as a time of innocence that was probably the closest anyone could get to heaven this side of eternity,
More to come....
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