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Comic Books Part 5 by Mike Anderson
MARCH 2
Mikey Allen still felt the glow of victory as he walked into the hotel room. He'd finished second in his heat of the 500 meter freestyle. He would be competing in the finals tomorrow. Mikey was the first freshman from Forest Glade High School to make it to the state swim competition and he would be in the finals!
Andy Williams was laying on the double bed closest to the bathroom as he surfed through the channels. "Hey, stud," he greeted Mikey, "that was some impressive swimming. I don't get how you distance guys can keep it up for so long."
"Of course not, you sprinters blow your wad and then you're through, where's the fun in that?" Mikey retorted.
Mike "Mikey" Allen was short at 5'4", but he had broad shoulders from his extensive swim training. He also raced the butterfly, but hadn't quite been fast enough to qualify in that event. Unlike his brother, Mike had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. No one would guess they were twins, let alone brothers. Mikey was a spitting image of his dad, while his brother Bart took after their mom's side of the family.
Andy was in eleventh grade and had qualified in the 50 meter freestyle. He was the only other non-senior on the trip and thus had been paired with the freshman. Andy's frame was tall and lanky. He was 6'2" and weighed a light 140 pounds. As Mikey set his duffle down on the bed, Andy raised his shirt and started scratching his stomach. He wondered if his assumption about little Mikey was correct. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mikey look up, involuntarily attracted by the movement. Keeping his eyes on the TV, Andy shoved his hand down the front of his shorts and readjusted himself, lifting his mid section slightly and then pulled his hand out and lowered his shirt.
By all appearances, Andy was simply doing what all guys do, a much needed adjustment to the goods. He was happy to note, however, that Mikey's gaze didn't shift away until he was done. Not letting his mental smile touch his face, Andy's hopes for having a little fun with the cute freshmen inched a little closer to reality.
"Wish there was something good on TV, 50 stations and nothing but crap to watch," Andy complained. He flipped off the television, got up and grabbed his bag, from which he pulled out his laptop. He booted it up and logged into the hotel internet as Mikey pulled his wet speedo and towel from his bag and walked into the bathroom to hang them up to dry. Andy heard the toilet seat being raised, followed by the sound of Mikey emptying his bladder. He had left the door open, and Andy could see his butt completely exposed. Was that intentional? Andy wondered. He found himself squirming a little, needing to adjust his package again, this time for real.
He heard the flush and then the sound of clothing fall to the floor. Mikey emerged in just a pair of bright green low rise briefs. Mikey's package was full enough to cause the fabric around his legs to leave a little gap.
"Sorry, forgot to grab my shorts," Mikey apologized as he walked past. Andy couldn't stop his eyes from following that awesome display. Mikey's bag was on the floor and he had to bend over to ruffle through it. Was it happenstance or on purpose that he bent over right at the spot that his ass was directly in Andy's line of sight? Was he just reading too much into all this? Either way, Andy could feel his hormones kicking into gear. The flood of testosterone through his body was beginning to make him a little tipsy on lust. Finally, Mikey found the shorts he wanted and pulled them on, but then just as quickly he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. He sat down on his bed with his back against the headboard, crossed his legs at his ankles and placed his hands behind his head.
Andy could have sworn the room was instantly filled with a musky boy scent that he was sure emanated from Mikey's pit. He glanced over and was rewarded with the site of Mikey's smooth pits exposed through the cut out side of the shirt. His horniness ratched up another notch.
"What're you going to watch?" Mikey inquired.
"Not sure...you like a good horror flick? Or comedy?"
"Whatever ... horror would be cool."
"Remember watching Jeepers Creepers?" Andy had brought that to the first swim team Captain's party which had been right before Halloween.
"Yeah, that was freaking awesome."
"We could watch the sequel..." Andy had seen it a couple of times. It was great because it had several scenes with hot shirtless boys, but enough cute girls no questioned the choice. The movie was more campy than scary, but enjoyable.
"Sure," Mikey replied. He got off his bed and laid down next to Andy so he could see the screen. Being a double bed, there was not much room.
Before Andy started the movie, he got out of bed and turned out all the lights. He laid back down leaving a small, but definite space between the boys. Mikey would lazily kick his kick his legs up occasionally as the movie played. Both boys had a pillow scrunched under their chests for comfort.
There was one scene in the movie where a group of shirtless guys were all pissing in a field. Mikey apparently needed to adjust some, because towards the end of the scene, he lifted up a bit and resettled himself. Only when he had resettled, he had moved a couple inches closers to Andy. Their hips would now touch if one of the boys rocked a little.
Andy decided that he had the green light to push things a bit. He kicked his right leg back and when he came back down he let it fall on top of Mikey's leg. He swung it up again and left it bent for a bit, then again lowered it onto Mikey's bare leg. This time he left it. Mikey didn't move a bit at the contact.
About a minute later, Mikey lifted up his hips to reposition himself and moved close enough to Andy that their hips were pressed against each other. Andy glanced over and saw that Mikey was still focused on the movie, glaringly so. For the rest of the movie, Andy kept his leg on Mikey's, slowly rubbing it back and forth every once in awhile. Ever more frequently, Mikey was starting to squirm and have a need to readjust his hips.
At one point during the movie, when the creeper jumped out, Mikey gave a start and again squeezed up against Andy as he buried his face in his pillow for a couple of seconds. That was enough for Andy. He pushed himself up and straddled Mikey's lower back. He then started massaging this hard shoulder muscles. He leaned forward and paused the movie, switching to another window that was already opened to Pandora and started playing some country music.
As he was leaned over Mikey, he whispered to him, "Let me give you a good massage, so that you are ready for tomorrow."
"Sounds nice," Mikey replied, and then added, "my lower back is really tight."
Andy smiled as he moved his hands down to the small of Mikey's back. He was just as fit there, the muscles were built and toned. Mikey let out a contented sigh, and then asked, "You mind if I sleep here tonight, the movie got me a little freaked?"
Mikey didn't sound freaked out, but whatever made him comfortable was Andy's motto. "Sure, bro. That's great with me." He moved his hands lower and slipped them under Mikey's shorts, caressing his ass through his underwear.
No sooner had he made his move, but then Mikey rolled his body slightly making Andy think he might have misjudged after all.
"I gotta take a leak," Mikey explained and continued to roll out of the bed. He walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. Again, he left the door open. Andy watched him as he dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. He heard his piss hit the water. The toilet flushed. And Mikey walked back wearing only the shirt, his cock pointing the way back to the bed.
"Hope you don't mind, but I sleep commando." Mikey smiled and gave a slight nervous laugh at his one-liner.
Andy found his mouth suddenly dry and unable to speak. He'd tried to hook up with guys on several occasions, but it had never panned out. He'd never been this close to a hard cock that wasn't his own or on a computer screen. He had hoped something might happen, but never really expected it too. But here was Mikey showing off his rigid boy meat all for Andy's enjoyment.
Mikey climbed back into bed, lying on his side facing Andy. He placed his hand on Andy's chest and started to caress his pecs. He moved south, circling his stomach and playing with Andy's belly button. Andy still was a bit in shock. Somehow this freshman had flipped the table and taken the lead.
Andy gasped as Mikey's hand slipped into his pants and started rubbing his underwear. Mikey leaned in and whispered, "Why don't you get a little more comfortable." Andy nodded and pulled his shorts and underwear off. Now he was completely naked. Mikey moved over and rolled Andy on his back while he lay on top of him. There cocks were pressed together. Mikey scooted up on Andy's chest some and reached over him to the touchpad on the mouse. Andy found his mouth and nose pinned in Mikey's armpit. He gave off a musky smell that still had an essence of chlorine.
"Hope you don't mind, but I'm not much of a country fan." He switched the station to the indie channel and was rewarded with Imagine Dragons. He returned to the spot that allowed their cocks to line up together and started to grind slowly. He gazed into Andy's brown eyes as he sensually rocked back and forth. Andy melted. His body began to tingle in anticipation as Mikey lowered his face towards Andy. Six inches, four inches, one inch and then their lips touched. Mikey's tongue sought entrance, and Andy obliged.
They swapped tongues for a bit, and then Mikey pulled back. He sat up so that their two cocks had some freedom. Both boys were hairless, having shaved all their pubes for the state meet, a swimming tradition. Though he as shorter and younger, Mikey sported the thicker and slightly longer shaft, his 6.5" to Andy's 6". Mikey reached down, grabbed both pieces of meat and slowly stroked while he rocked back and forth slightly. Andy let out a moan, the feelings coursing through his body were intense. A drop of pre-cum bubbled out of the tip of his penis. Mikey stopped stroking and with his free hand, touched his finger to it to collect the clear nectar and then sucked it into his mouth. He turn returned his finger to the cock drool, picked up another drop and then rubbed it over Andy's lips. Andy's tongue darted out to get a taste of his own spunk.
Mikey had never done anything like this before either. But he had definitely wanted to. He had his suspicions about Andy .... and they were definitely spot on. He was still on his high from the swim meet and definitely in the mood to play. There was one thing in particular that he wanted to do, well taste anyway ... He grabbed Andy's shoulders and pulled him to the edge of the bed. With Andy sitting on the edge, he got down on his knees between his legs and moved in for the prize....
...
The next morning, Mikey was on a mission. He needed to get over to the convenience store across the street from the hotel, make his purchase, and then get back to the hotel for the morning team meeting. He looked at his watch, he only had 15 minutes. He jogged over to the cross walk. Traffic was heavy and he didn't dare cross against the light, but at soon as the white walk figure lit up, he dashed towards the other side.
BANG ... a loud noise caused Mikey to look up just in time to gaze upon the last thing he'd ever see ... fast approaching headlights.
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 5
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.
Tanner and Bart jolted back to reality and turned instinctively towards the voice ... Keith ... of course. He was standing about five feet away wearing his muscle shirt looking like a raging bull.
"What the fuck do you care, Winslow?" Bart asked, referring to Keith by his last name. Despite the words, he didn't sound angry or pissed ... more sad.
"You were about to KISS HIM!"
"What are you talking about?" Bart asked, sounding like Keith had just asked the most inane question ever. "Tanner and I were having a private conversation about none of your business." His tone was neither defensive, nor heated. It wasn't even resigned, maybe exasperated would be the best description.
Tanner, had no doubts they were about to kiss. At least, he knew he was about to kiss Bart. Yet, truth be told, now that the moment had passed, the thought of kissing Bart seemed entirely ridiculous. Maybe Bart wasn't moving in for some lip action and he had read his friend completely wrong. Keith, thankfully, also seemed to rethink what he had seen.
"I know what I saw ... you and Brennan .. here ... under the tree ...," Keith trailed off no longer sure he had read the situation right.
Tanner decided to let Bart do the talking, so remained quiet. Bart, keying in on that, decided to change the topic. "What are you doing out? Don't you have class?"
"Of course I do, numb nuts. Just like you do, I might add." Keith's tone sounded like it had a slight pout to it. "Mr. Rand asked me to come check on you to make sure you hadn't done something to yourself." His last statement actually sounded like he himself might even had been a tad bit worried. As if he realized he sounded soft, Keith added authoritatively. "And he wants you two to get your punk asses back to class before he has to report you as truant."
"Go ... tell Mr. Rand we're on our way."
Keith hesitated as if he was going to wait for them, but Bart waved him off and he left looking like a dog who'd lost his favorite bone.
Once he was out of earshot, Tanner couldn't help himself. "You were so going to kiss me," he said with a slight grin.
Bart gave a laugh, "yeah, I think I was."
Tanner turned to Bart and asked, "You still want to kiss?"
"Hell no."
"Me neither." They bust out laughing, though Tanner could tell Bart was still a bit melancholy.
They sat back against the tree for a moment, when Bart asked, "What is up with us Tanner? The things we sometime did this past summer. Now we almost kissed each other? Ever since I got back from the beach, all I could think about is how life sucked because you were gone."
Tanner was quiet for minute. "Same here." He let his hand drop on to Bart's thigh. It wasn't anything provocative or insinuating; it was simply a connection between the two of them. Tanner finally concluded, "I say we let happen what happens; I am here for you no matter what."
Bart started to get up and Tanner followed. Together they began the trek back to the school. After a couple of steps, Bart suddenly grabbed Tanner in a bear hug and said, "Thank you." He held on for a moment more than let go and started walking.
A moment later Bart spoke again; his voice subdued. "We both have things in our past we've never talked about. Last summer we both pressed pause on our struggles and let each other be our strength. Somehow that let the open wounds begin to scar over." He stopped Tanner at the entrance to the park and turned him so they were facing each other. Bart looked into Tanner's hazel eyes and said, "I want to let you in. I want you to know what my wound is. I need to let you know." He paused again and looked away for a second. When he looked back, his stare intensified stressing his next words, "I know you're not ready to share, so I won't let you. I don't want you sharing until you know it's right."
Tanner felt a couple of tears leak out of his eyes and felt a tightness lift from him. He hadn't even released how nervous he had become in the last couple moments. As soon as Bart started talking about letting Tanner in, Tanner had begun to panic. He did want to tell Bart. He WOULD tell Bart. But he wasn't able to ... not yet. He was grateful that Bart understood. This was why Bart was so special to him, he was the light that kept his darkness at bay.
Bart started walking again. "After school there is something I need to show you."
"You know I'm there," Tanner replied. They entered the school.
....
As the last bell rang, Tanner scooped up his books and headed back to his locker. Thankfully Keith was nowhere to be found. Bart was waiting for him when he got to his locker.
"Ready?" was all he asked. Bart didn't wait for an answer, but just turned and started walking. Sensing the somber mood, Tanner grabbed his book bag, closed his locker and followed. They headed out the school doors towards the parking lot. Bart lead him to the far end where several four wheelers were parked.
"Advantages to living on a farm, you get your own wheels early."
"You live on a farm?" Tanner asked. Forest Glade was a large small town of around 8,000 people, surrounded by farmland and orchards. Bart just looked at Tanner and smirked. There was quite a bit the two didn't know of each other.
Bart set himself on the bike and handed a helmet to Tanner, saying, "Get on."
Once Tanner was situated behind Bart, he took off, heading down an off road trail. Tanner had never been on a four-wheeler; his parents would have considered it far too dangerous. Tanner cut that thought out before it could bring other memories back. He let himself get lost in the feel of the wind and speed. He also found himself getting lost in being up against Bart. Bart's last class was Phy Ed, and Tanner was pretty sure he hadn't showered. They must not have done much, because he wasn't sweaty, but he did have a stronger than usually fragrant smell rising from him -- when it hit his nostrils, it seemed to travel straight to his midriff, bringing a slight tingle to his body that mixed with the joy of the ride...
The trip took about ten minutes. Bart stopped at the gates of a cemetery. It was was on top of a ridge, surrounded by numerous pine trees. "We walk from here," he said. Tanner could almost see the weight of Bart's struggle settle on him and grow heavier. He'd never seen Bart so sullen and sad. He walked with slumped shoulders and a cast on his face.
Tanner found himself grabbing hold of Bart's hand. He squeezed to signal his support. Bart's hand clamped hown hard, as if he were a drowning man in an ocean clinging to a branch. "We don't have to do this," Tanner whispered.
Bart stopped and Tanner stopped with him. With a sigh, Bart whispered back, "Yes, we do." And he started walking again.
A five minute walk later brought them to a grave site that, though overgrown with grass, was not completely settled. On the east side of the grave was a cement foundation with no grave marker. Bart stood and stared at the unsettled area, his face blanching and becoming white as a ghost. Tanner felt him sway a little. He moved in and put his arm around Tanner for support, then urged him to sit down on the ground. Bart acquiesced without resisting.
Tanner kept his arm over Bart's shoulder as they faced the mound. He felt Bart begin to shake slightly. Tanner move his hand to rub Bart's back reassuringly. Several minutes passed and Bart began to speak. His voice was lifeless and filled with sadness.
"We were up at the State Swim meet. Mikey was staying with the team, I had a room with my dad. My dad told me he had to make a courrier run that morning and would be back in a couple of hours. He suggested I join Mikey's team for breakfast in the in the hotel lobby restaurant. He left, I got dressed and headed down.
I found Mikey at a booth sitting with this kid Andy. He's a senior this year. I swear the two of them were acting strange ... goofy strange, you know? Like they knew an inside joke that only made sense to them. Mikey was walking on cloud nine ... I can still picture this shit eating grin he had, it just wouldn't leave his face."
Tanner was looking at Bart, giving him his full attention. He could see Bart's dark eyes begin to get misty.
"They were pretty much ignoring me, so I figured I'd get my mp3 player out and listen to some tunes. That's when I realized I didn't have my ear buds. After I thought about it, I realized I'd left them in Dad's car. I mumbled shit or something, and Mikey looked up at my curse. We're not allowed to swear at home."
Bart, who had been staring at the ground, turned his face towards Tanner and asked, "You ever been to a swim meet?"
"No, can't say I have."
"They are boring as all get out... I was not looking forward to sitting in the stands all day with nothing to listen to. Anyway, Mikey asked what was wrong and I told him. He mentioned that there was a gas station across the street that probably sold earbuds. ..."
Bart faltered; his eyes were more than misty now, wet streaks were forming on his cheeks. His voice lowered several notches in volume. Tanner had to lean in to hear.
"I told him ...." Bart trailed off.
"I ... I told him ..." Again he hesitated, but then continued in a rush, like he was attempting to rip off a well stuck band aid. "I told him that if I had to sit through his boring swim meet, the least he could do is run over there and get a pair for me."
Bart went dead still. Suddenly, like a dam bursting, Bart gasped out "He said, `Sure.'" And with that Bart began to sob uncontrollably. His body shook as he clutched his chest and rocked back and forth. Tanner pulled Bart over to him, wrapping his arms around the boy's shoulders. Bart sank into the embrace and ended up with his head against Tanner's chest, the weeping continuing unabated.
Three or four minutes passed. The sobbing slowly ebbed, but didn't stop. Bart continued, "When he didn't come back after a half hour, I didn't think too much about it at first. I walked out the front door lobby to see if I could see him ... I saw the ambulance, ... and a gurney ... and then Mikey ..." Bart stopped. He was staring off, like he was reliving the memory. He managed to continue after a moment, "Mikey was laying on it.. On the gurney ... I saw red on his face...
"I ran like I've never run before. A doc or something grabbed a hold of me and kept me back .... I finally said I'm his brother or something.... " Bart stopped and sobbed softly for a bit. Tanner brushed his hair and continued to hold him.
"He ... He .... Said there was nothing they could do...." Bart shed a couple more tears, but then calmed. He remained where he was, yet Tanner could tell he was settling down. He'd gotten the worst out.
"It's my fault he's dead, Tanner. If I hadn't sent him. If I'd gone instead..."
Tanner wasn't sure what to say, other than, "Bart, you are a good man. You loved your brother. He loved you. Sometimes, you have to be content with that."
Bart was quiet again for several minutes, then he sat up and took hold of Tanner's hand. He turned his body towards Tanner, who did the same towards Bart so that they were now sitting crossed legged across from each other. Bart began to rub Tanner's hand and, looking right into Tanner's hazel eyes said, "That's the first time I've cried since Mikey's died. You'd think I'd feel worse having said this, but it's better. Thank-you." Bart leaned in and kissed Tanner on the cheek then leaned back. They continued to hold hands, being content in each other's company.
"I think I'm ready for one more thing, if you're willing..." Bart finally said.
"Whatever you need, Bart."
"My parents want me to be here when the gravestone is laid, but I couldn't even force myself to come to the gravesite, let alone stand here why they placed a marker. I think I'm ready now, but I want to go see it and I want you to come with me."
"Lead the way," Tanner replied as answer. As they got up and started walking, Bart continued to hold onto Tanner's hand.
The monument maker was located at the edge of town, another 10 minute ride on the four-wheeler. Surrounding the building were several grave markers of different hues and sizes. Bart scanned them until he found Mikey's. Pulling Tanner lightly by the hand, they went over to it.
Michael Derrick "Mikey" Allen Born: October 8, 2010 Died March 3, 2025.
Tanner's eyes stopped dead on the date of death -- MARCH 3, 2025. It couldn't be ... But the state swim meet ... it's in the capital ... He started to feel light-headed ... images flashed in his mind ... he heard a BANG ... the world began to spin .... white powder filled the car ... and then there was a THUD ... Tanner had only one thought as darkness closed in and he slipped into darkness, "I killed Mikey!"
More to come....
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