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Comic Books Part 7 by Mike Anderson
From Part 6 ...
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.
Suddenly Tanner's mind drifted back to the first time thing had gotten a little interesting between him and Bart ...
And now ....
FRIDAY JUNE 9
The phone rang as Tanner sat at the table with his grandfather eating a platter of eggs and bacon that Tanner had fried up for them. Looking at the clock, he could already hear his grandfather's litany before he began, "It's never good news when the phone rings before 8 or after 10." But Austin Brennan, ever the proper and respectful man - at least to the outside world -- got up to put an end to the shrill clang of the old phone. "Hello," he greeted with a barely noticeable resignation in his voice.
Tanner smiled and went back to scarfing down his eggs. He and Bart were going to be start a pretty major project this morning. The steps leading up to the side porch were in severe need of replacement, so Bart and Tanner were going to help Bart's Uncle John construct a new one.
Grandpa Austin's voice had taken on a pleasant, even enjoyable, tone as he discussed something about playing cards and buying beer and snacks. Tanner had rinsed his plates in the sink and was towards the door, when his grandfather stopped him, "Hold on a moment Ben ..." he said into the phone' He placed his hand over the transmitter end and said towards Tanner, "Aunt Mollie and I are going to head up to see some old friends who are visiting from down south for the weekend." He paused for a moment as he chewed his lip, then decided, "I'm guessing you'd rather stay back so you can hang out with your friend. Why don't you have Mrs. Gramhart give us call and I'll see if you can stay with them for the weekend."
"Sure things, Gramps," Tanner replied heading out the door with a lift in his step. He couldn't stop himself from running the half mile over to the resort. Most people were amazed when they saw Tanner run, not expecting someone of his girth to be in any type of shape.
He arrived at the resort just as Aunt Mollie was clearing off the family breakfast table. She had told Tanner that he should call her "Aunt Mollie", and he did. "Aunt Mollie, my grandparents are heading out of town this weekend on an unexpected trip and said that I could stay here for the weekend if you were OK with and that if you were OK with it that you should call Grandpa Austin so he and you could make arrangements and then I could bring my stuff over here ...." He trailied off as Aunt Mollie's face broke into a big grin to which she added a joyous little laugh. Tanner realized he'd been talking in one long run on sentence and blushed apologetically.
Mollie Gramhart could have indeed passed for Tanner's aunt to most people. She was a shorter stature women with a neat bun of red hair. Tanner would never have said it was anywhere near the same shade as his, but most non-gingers tended to think all red hair was alike. Her freckles and dimples were always inviting to anyone who stopped by. "Why of course, Tanner. Bart's got plenty o'space in his room. So long as it's OK with him, you can bunk here when'ere you want." Mollie tended to talk in a little brogue. Tanner wasn't sure if that was an affectation she created, or her normal accent, but he always enjoyed listening to it.
"No problem," Bart assured as he gathered up his plates before his aunt could reach him. He took them into the kitchen to rinse and place in the dishwasher. When he returned, he suggested to Tanner, "Let's go."
Once they were out of earshot and heading towards the tool shed, Bart got a mischievous look on his face. He leaned in towards Tanner and said, "You know, I only got a king bed in my suite. You're welcome to sleep there, but I've always had a rule that anyone who shares my bed has to put out first. So you either gotta put out or you gotta sleep on the couch."
Tanner wasn't about to be baited, " Fuck you Brennan. You've been drooling over my bodacious body ever since you first met me. But I got standards .. and I'm not that easy." Tanner had stopped and placed his hands on his hips. He also jutted out his chin, like he was taking some kind of moral stand. Bart just punched him in the arm and continued walking.
Tanner, soon left behind, dropped his posed and lengthened his stride to keep up. "Actually" he said with a conspiratorial edge to his voice, "feel free to do what you want, I doubt I'd feel anything ..." Tanner held up his hand with thumb and fore finger only a spec apart. Bart hearing the huge slight to the size of his manhood responded as you might expect from a football jock, he responded with, "You are going to regret that, mister."
Tanner hadn't waited for the comeback, but had already started running towards the ocean. Bart could beat Tanner in a sprint, but if Tanner had more than a couple second head start, it was 50-50 whether he Bart would catch up to him or not.
Again, Tanner's ignorance in the local layout laid to his demise. He had rushed down a back alley, only to find it ended in a wall. Tanner backed towards it as Bart took a defensive stance, guarding Tanner's egress route.
"Well Kegger," the two had taken to calling each other by nicknames when they were sparing in one way or another. Tanner was kegger, given his bigger girth, and Bart was Suds, alluding to his not quite developed six-pack abs. "You're trapped. Ready to give it up and cede to my manhood."
Tanner busted a gut at that quip. Between snorts of laughter, he mocked, "cede to my MANHOOD .... What are you wanting me to do? Drop down on my knees and blow you?"
Bart rewound his words in his head and listened to them ... he grumped as he realized he had sounded like a tool. Yet, again, Tanner had called his masculinity into question. He was also amazed by Tanner's tendency to reference sex acts when no one else was around. "You just dug your grave, mister ..." Bart threatened, as he stepped in closer, a sinister leer on his face (albeit one with a hint of a smile). "There's not going to be any uncle this time..."
Tanner thought of his options. How could he turn the tables on Bart?
Finally Tanner donned his only mischievous grin. Bart slowed, becoming weary. He knew Tanner was up to something. Tanner approach Bart. When he got close, he moved in even closer. He was almost touching Bart with his entire body. "So Suds, should I drop on my knees right here in the alley," he whimpered with what he thought was a mock damsel in distress voice. "Just let me check the package to make sure it's acceptable." With that he grabbed Bart's junk and gave a light squeeze.
Bart's eyes went widen in astonishment. Tanner took the opportunity to slip past Bart and run out the alley. He elected to head to the resort and discovered Aunt Mollie taking a cup of coffee on the seaward side.
"Where's Bart?" she asked.
"Oh, just getting some tools," Tanner replied as he sat down and helped himself to a little caffeine jolt. He thought about their recent encounter. He was slightly abashed at himself for how he had goaded Bart. For some reason he often found himself making queer jokes. True, he and his friends back home had often joked around, knowing it didn't mean anything ... but what if Bart got the wrong idea? Tanner thought about it a bit more and decided, Bart wouldn't ... and that was that.
Several minutes later Bart rounded the corner.
"Where's the tools?" Aunt Mollie asked.
"What tools?" Bart asked, and then remembered where he had originally been heading. "Damn. Want to come, Tanner?" He asked the last part a little too innocently.
"No, I think I'll just sit here with your Aunt while you get what we need. Thanks for asking though!" Bart, not wanting to push things in front of his Aunt, retreated to gather the tools needed to build the steps. His retreating smile seemed to promise some payback in the near future.
Tanner grinned as he mentally added a one to his scoreboard of wins against Bart. He was behind a bit as Bart tended to get the uphand, but he had definitely made up some ground with this last little scuffle.
Minutes later, Bart returned. "Let's go," he said in a normal voice. It was time to work and Bart held to the view of his Uncle. When it's time to play, you play. When it's time to work, you work. Tanner wasn't worried Bart would try to retaliate in the immediate future... well not at least until the broke for lunch, that is.
...
When lunch time finally arrived, the boys broke for the day and meandered over to Tanner's place. Tanner was sure Bart would seek out retribution once they finished for the day, but he was nonchalant as could be. They ate lunch, weeding in Grandma Laura's garden for an hour, then headed out to the beach for the afternoon.
They'd taken a frisbee to fling back and forth, and after one wild throw, Tanner was certain Bart was getting ready to settle the score. Tanner was probably right, but he never found out. As Tanner jogged back to a spot suitable for returning the frisbee, a tennis ball lightly whapped him in the back. He turned around with a frown on his face and was pleasantly surprised to find a couple of girls giggling a little way off.
"Sorry about that," a lanky brown haired girl said, not sounding sorry in the least, "I didn't mean to hit you in the back ..." She grinned mischievously and finished, "I was actually aiming for that cute butt." Tanner realized it was the girl who'd caught them `in the flesh' a couple of weeks ago when Bart had accidently snagged his swim suit. She didn't appear to be quite as old as he'd thought. Tanner's face flamed up as he remembered the embarrassment.
"Hey, sorry about that ..." Tanner replied lamely.
Bart had jogged over to join them. Tanner glanced over at him automatically and couldn't help but notice how he was, of course, shirtless. she must have noticed Tanner grimace slightly. She reached out her hand and lightly grabbed Tanner's arm. She giggled and said, "Don't worry about him, his butts not as cute as your."
Bart exclaimed, "hey ... my butt is too cute." Bart sounded like a kicked puppy dog. He twisted his neck to look over his shoulder, like he was trying to affirm to himself that his butt was indeed cute. The girl laughed again.
She dropped her arm from Tanner, which he was slightly disappointed about, but she did continue to look at and talk to him. His grimaced morphed into a silly little grin. Still looking mostly at Tanner, the girl address Bart. "Don't get all hurt, Mr. muscles, my friend thinks you got the hots. I'm Cassie, by the way, Tawny and I were wondering if you two free spirits would like to head over to the boardwalk?" The girl, Cassie, had gestured over towards a shorter girl with bleached blonde hair sitting on a beach towel, legs out, trying to soak up some sun.
The boys weren't about to pass up an afternoon with the fairer sex, and for the first hour enjoyed their company. Neither boy had been in any mood to seek out female company since the ugliness in March. The flood of hormones through their body brought about by the attentiveness of Cassie and Tawny intoxicated them not much differently than a six pack might have, effectively giving them beer goggles for a bit. Yet by the end of the afternoon, both boys were regretting the decision to hang out with them.
For Tanner, the tipping point came as the Cassie started listing off a dozen different activities that they two of the them could do ... alone. True, when she first intimated that the two of them could slip away to under the docks, he was intrigued ... hell, more than intrigued.
** And of course, Bart just happened to glance over at Tanner right then, and Tanner was pretty sure Bart could tell how intrigued he was, given the tightness that was developing in his nether regions.**
Bart's smirk confirmed that he noticed, and Tanner flushed with embarrassment. Surprisingly, Tanner's desire to drift off with Cassie virtually evaporated. He was suddenly wishing he and Bart could head back to his grandparent's and browse through the comics for a while.
He glanced over at Bart and saw that Bart was still looking over at him ... until he suddenly grabbed Tawny's hand, which was hugging him close and unpeeled her from his skin. He whispered something to her, which caused her to grimace, but she moved slightly away so there was some space between them.
Bart's story wasn't much different. At the beginning of the afternoon, Bart had thoroughly enjoyed having Tawny's attention. He hadn't been on a date since before .... Well since before March. But after the first hour, it was getting really old. Not long after they'd made it to the Boardwalk, she sidled up to him and put her arm around his waist, hand on his lower stomach. After a bit, her hand had started to go lower. Her fingers started to slip under the band of his shorts ... RIGHT THERE ON THE BOARDWALK, with little old ladies and scampering kids all around.
Yes, he and the other football players had often regaled each other with tales of their "conquests," but that had all been bravado. Bart had never actually made it with a girl, other than some slow dancing at a couple of school socials the previous fall .... and a little tongue action at the goodnight kiss ... maybe. Tawny was acting like they'd been a couple for awhile. He wasn't really feeling it by any means.
As five o'clock rolled around, the girls begged off on account that they needed to be back at their family's condo for supper. The girls suggested hanging out again the next day, but Tanner quickly demurred, saying he needed to help his grandma with a project. He'd expected Bart to take them up on the offer, but was pleasantly surprised when he said that he'd agreed to help Tanner and wouldn't be available either. Before the girls could suggest Sunday, the boys made hasty farewells and jogged off.
Once the girls were out of sight, Bart turned to Tanner and commented, "Is it just me, or do you feel like you need a shower."
Tanner chortled a bit, "They weren't that bad."
"The way Tawny started clinging to me was just a tad bit creepy. I'm not sure I'd want a girlfriend of six months hanging on me like that."
Tanner moved close to Bart and whacked him lightly on his abs. "Then stop showing the goods off to the world. Me ... I don't have the power over girls like you do ... and you know what they say ... with great power ... comes great responsibility."
"What? Who says crap like that?"
"Uncle Ben ...," Tanner answered. When Bart gave him a quizzical look, he added, "you know ... Peter Parker's uncle ..." Bart only looked more confused. Exasperated, Tanner blasted out, "SPIDER MAN, the web-slinger."
"Oh him, I really only watched the Saturday morning cartoons," Bart muttered sounding slightly abashed. Not for the first time, Tanner had the suspicion that Bart really didn't know all that much about comics. .... But as always before, he let it slide.
"I don't think my dad had many Spiderman comics, but he had a few. We can look through those this afternoon. Come on." Tanner lightly whacked Bart backhanded in the abs again and set off towards his grandparents' house.
Bart perked up at the idea. He really enjoyed looking through the comics with Tanner. Mike had loved comics ... and even though Bart didn't let himself dwell on Mikey too much, when he was sharing a comic book with Tanner, it was almost as if he were spending the time with Mikey. ... Well not exactly that ... He didn't view Tanner as a brother, he just liked hanging with him.
The boys spent the next couple hours reading the half dozen Spiderman comic books that Tanner could find. Tanner couldn't figure out why his dad even had them. None of them were consecutive nor in the same pristine condition as his other comics. In fact, all but one had writing in it, mostly in the form of random words being underlined. Even the underlining made no sense, as several of the highlighted words were prepositions or articles.
Tanner imagined they were the "Originals", the first comic books his dad had own, given to him by a friend ... or maybe his older brother, Uncle Tommy. It didn't really matter. Tanner was happiest these days when he was reading the comics with Bart. He didn't care if the magazines were mint condition or worthless as scrap.
They read until six o'clock, when their stomachs reminded them it was supper time. Grandma Laura had left some money for them to get a pizza before heading back over to Bart's. After eating, Tanner packed up some clothes and toiletries and they returned to the resort.
Tanner hadn't been down to Bart's room yet. He had a room laid out like a suite in the basement. Normally it was used by the maintenance man. The room was spacious, with a king bed in a second area, a small dining table, two recliners, a couch and two large screen TVs, one in the main room and one in the bedroom.
Bart directed Tanner to drop his stuff off in the room. "The couch can unfold into a bed," he began to explain, "but the mattress sucks. I figured we could both use my bed. It's a king, so we got plenty of room if we both take a side. If you rather, I can crash on the couch."
Tanner had a sudden flush flash through his body. With a quick shake, he gave it no thought. He'd never shared a room with anyone, let alone a bed, but didn't want to inconvenience Bart, who had just offered to sacrifice a good night's sleep. "No need for that, Suds. I'm cool with sharing the king. ... Not sure I want to give it up, thought," he concluded referring to Bart's earlier taunt.
"Fuck you, Kegger ... you ain't that lucky," Bart replied. Unexpectedly an awkward moment settled on the room, but then Tanner noticed Bart's gaming system and the two of them settled into a marathon of pixelated competition.
Shortly after midnight, Bart started to yawn incessantly. "I gotta get to bed, bro," he stated. Bart got up, ruffled through his dresser and brought out a pair of boxers. Right there he dropped his shorts.
The movement caused Tanner to look over and he found his gazed glued to Bart's crotch. His jock hung down, swinging a bit with Bart's motion of disrobing. A subtle sweet-sour scent hit his nose and he inhaled without thinking. He felt a bit giddy ... worse, he felt himself firming up in his groin.
"What?" Bart asked, seeing Tanner's fixation. "See something you like?" He grinned mischievously and snapped his underwear at Tanner.
Tanner snapped out of his stupor, His face flushed bright red, as only a ginger could do. He knew he'd been caught, but ... what the fuck? Why had he been staring at Bart's crotch like that? "No..." Tanner stammered, a bit lamely.
Still grinning, Bart snapped up his boxers and walked over to the bathroom to brush his teeth. "No big deal, Kegs .. I should have warned you I was changing... No one should have to have an eyeful of junk when they're not expecting it."
Bart took the opportunity to relieve himself and again Tanner felt himself go flush, hearing the telltale sound of piss hitting the water. Being an only child, he hadn't ever had to share a room or bathroom with anyone else, and he hadn't expected the almost intimate feeling of the occasion.
The moment quickly passed as Bart returned and climbed in bed. Tanner rummaged through his bag and pulled out a pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt--what he normally slept in. Unlike Bart, Tanner changed in the bathroom, closing the door most of way.
Returning, Tanner climbed in on the other side. Bart reached over and killed the lights, plunging the room in almost total darkness. Both boys lay there quietly for a moment, contemplating sleep. Bart's mind started to drift back to the afternoon. He began to remember the feel of Tawny's hand resting on his stomach, especially that last time when her fingers had slipped beneath the band of his shorts and grazed his upper pubes.
Why had he stopped her? No doubt her hand would have eventually strayed further south. A flush in his groin encouraged his thinking, triggering a little more vividness to his imagination. Bart found himself wondering out loud, "you think we might meet up with the girls again tomorrow?"
Bart could almost hear the smile in Tanner's reply. "I thought you found Tawny a little too clingy, with her tight hugs and Dora hands."
Bart's daydream of Tawny burst like a bubble at Tanner's odd response. "Her what hands?" He asked incredulously, not understanding the comment.
"You know ... Dora the Explorer ... from what I saw, her hands were looking to explore some interesting hidden treasures." Tanner couldn't hold back a giggle at that.
Bart, on the other hand, felt his body go crimson remember how bold she had been in the plain sight of everyone. True, in the darkness of his bedroom, thoughts of being alone with Tawny (well really any girl) were pleasant to ponder .... But the reality was his parents had ingrained in him a strong sense of propriety. Getting fondled in public was definitely not proper.
Bart decided there was only one appropriate response for Tanner's brazen ridicule of him ... a response that was not with words ... but with his pillow. Bart landed a well placed smack on Tanner's side. Tanner gave an oompf from the unexpected retaliation.
Tanner, for his part, was quick to respond. He rolled over onto his back and sat up; grabbed his pillow and launched his own attack. The war was on. For the next several minutes, the room was filled with the sound of pillow whacks and low keyed laughter. The boys faced each other on there knees, alternating between ducking and launching a strike.
Bart decided to try a surprise attack. He faked with his pillow, and as Tanner ducked, Bart let go of the pillow and let his momentum from the swing carry him into Tanner. He tried to wrestle Tanner into submission and get him to call uncle. Unfortunately for Bart, he miscalculated. The other day, when he had caught Tanner on the beach and wrestled him to the ground, he had managed to begin his tickle assault before Tanner could gather his wits. Otherwise, Tanner would have done then what he did now ... flip the tables on Bart.
Tanner's dad had been adamant that he learn self-defense.That first day, the drop to ground had winded him for a moment, causing him to lose the opportunity. This time, he was already in a mindset of battle. As soon as Bart had moved in to tackle him, Tanner dropped his pillow, twisted and, before Bart could comprehend what was happening, Tanner had Bart on his stomach. Without stopping, Tanner used a half-nelson move and flipped Bart over onto this back. Bart's face was suddenly covered by Tanner's armpit.
Breathing hard, Bart managed to squeak out a muffled, "How the hell did you do that?"
"You call uncle?" was all Tanner asked.
Bart tried to rock his way back and forth from under Tanner's bulk, but between the softness of the mattress and Tanner's weight, there was no hope. He was able to reach Tanner's side with his free hand, tapped him three times and said, "uncle!" Tanner rolled off him.
"Five years of wrestling club .... I'm in the top weight class, if you haven't guessed." Tanner whacked his stomach and Bart laughed as he heard it jiggle. He was quiet for a moment and then offered, "If you want to hang with the girls tomorrow, that's cool with me."
"Nah," Bart replied, "They were way too clingy. They kinda give me a horror story stalker type vibe. I think I got an idea for tomorrow that you'll enjoy."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"Wait and see ... I'm ready for bed." With that, Bart rolled on his side away from Tanner and closed his eyes. Tanner, who was quickly coming down from the second wind born of the wrestling, and did the same.
.... Except that Bart found sleep elusive. As the room quieted, he found his body starting to tingle. His earlier friskiness from the mental visions of Tawny returned with a vengeance. His groin in particular was sending out waves of need to the rest of his body. His senses seemed to heighten and he caught a subtle odor permeating the room. At first he couldn't place it, but then it came to him ... Tanner's armpit. He'd gotten a healthy dose of the slightly ripe smell when he'd been pinned. The smell began to intoxicate him and he began to recall the feeling of Tanner's weight on him.
Involuntarily, his hand moved down to his groin and began to gently massage his undwear covered jock. The physical contact between hand and groin started a slowly building feedback loop that was almost impossible to ignore. ...
But, with a great deal of restraint, Bart did. He wasn't alone, and couldn't do that, especially with Tanner lying next to him.
He tried to think about other things .. football ... baseball ....
But surprisingly that didn't really help. Everytime he tried to think of sports, his mind brought up pictures of Tanner in a wrestling singlet ... at least how he imagined Tanne would look in a wrestling singlet.
The need to fondle himself grew ... he was finding it harder to resist.
Bart forced himself to lie perfectly still and listened. ....
Tanner's breathing seemed slow and shallow....
Tanner wasn't moving ....
Bart released his restraint slightly and allowed his hand to feel himself up. He rubbed the head of his cock and and could feel a significant wet spot had already formed on his boxers. The gentle touching brought contentment for a time, but the need for stronger manipulation grew ... His breathing and pulse sped up a bit. ...
Bart slipped his hand inside his boxers and almost whimpered in pleasure as he closed his fist around his cock. It was bone hard and had reached it full 6". He didn't bother with massaging his nuts, as he usually did. He needed to bust and needed to bust quickly while Tanner was asleep. He rolled on his back and closed his eyes. He arched his back slightly as he allowed his hand to speed up its stroke. He allowed his thumb to stick up, so that it would caress his enlarged crown; his forefinger he moved to stroke on the underside.
He was close to the point of no return. Bart couldn't stop for anything short of his mom catching him in the act. His mind was blanked out with the image of red pubes and the strangely compelling smell of armpit. Bart's whole body clenched. He felt his nutsack pull in .... His skin was aflame with tingles....
With a soft grunt, and one final stroke down ... Bart's cock erupted with a volley of juice that drenched the inside of his boxers and coated his hand. Two more strong spurts followed as his body vibrated.
Damn, he thought ... that was intense.* Bart stroked a couple more times, as the orgasm slowly settled. He was just beginning to realize he had a mess to clean up, with no apparent way to accomplish, when he heard Tanner say, "Guess I won't need to put out..."
More to come....
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