Pennywise

The Hut

– 1 –

A small town in the middle of nowhere is where Billy was at. This town was so small that if you drove past it quick enough you could virtually reach the other end before the dust settled at the beginning of the main street. Billy Bob was one of the unlucky children born to be living in this part of the world.

"Billy Bob, you come in here right now and wash your hands for supper," squawked his mother at the top of her voice.

"Yes maw," replied the 13 year old boy. Billy Bob wiped his hands on the rag which he fished out of one of his overall pockets. He then proceeded into the house and washed his hands with special soap. "What's for supper?"

"Leftovers."

"From when?"

"I don't know. Just eat your food and stop being ungrateful. Your papa will be home any minute now."

"Thanks ma."

Billy Bob's father was the kind of man to get drunk every so often. Billy Bob didn't appreciate it, and neither did his mother. His mother, Florence, knew this and helped wherever she could to keep Billy Bob away from his pa. Billy Bob would just basically 'go out' when his father was home, just so they didn't have to be face to face. He'd go wherever he could just to get away. Normally he'd go to the forest – there was much to explore there, and it was so big that Billy Bob hadn't even explored a quarter of it yet.

While he was walking through the forest, aimlessly, he heard somebody shouting.

"Hey!" Came a voice from afar. Billy Bob looked around him to see nobody. He guessed that somebody was playing jokes on him and was hiding.

"Hey! Up here!"

Billy Bob slowly raised his eyes, and way up in the trees he could see a figure waving. He was about 100 yards away, so Billy Bob had to walk deeper into the forest to get to the figure. There was no easy route, and he was beginning to wonder how the other figure got there. Finally he reached the spot.

"Now how in tarnation did you get up there?"

"I climbed up, from that tree just next to you." Billy Bob looked next to him, and sort of figured out how to climb up, but it sure looked difficult. "Come on up," suggested the other boy. Billy Bob had nothing else to do, so he thought he may as well. When he got up there, he realised that he didn't even recognise the boy.

"You're not from round here are you?"

"Just moved in about a week ago."

"Thought so, cos I know everybody around here. My name's Billy Bob but most people call me BB."

"I'm Ken. Can I call you BB?"

"Sure thing. Watcha doing up here?"

"Looking for a good spot."

"Spot for what?"

"A tree house."

"You like that kind of thing, huh?"

"Oh yeah. What kinds of things do you like doing?"

"Fixin' things. Cars and stuff."

"Wanna help me build the hut?"

"Me? Sure why not. Where you wanna build it?"

"Well, I think right here is pretty good. We've got the three branches which we can use to support it."

"Where do we get the wood from?"

"Dunno yet. Maybe you know where I can get some wood?"

"Let me think about that one. So where bouts do you live?"

"I'm at the old Myrtle place."

"I know where that is – it's not too far fom where I stay – 'bout half a mile. Hey, Ken – I've got to be high tailing outta here, it's getting late and I'm purty tired an I wanna get some sleep." Ken looked up through the trees to find that it had become darker since he had last looked.

"Mind if I tag along?"

"Sure, then you can see where I stay. Now how the hell do you get down from here?"

"That's easy – I got a rope that I use for getting up and down."

"A rope? Now how come you didn't tell me about that before I struggled my ass off to get up here?"

"You didn't ask," grinned Ken. BB looked at him in astonishment for a while, and then just laughed back.

"You're all right," said BB, and friendly slapped Ken on the shoulder. They climbed down the rope and headed on to BB's house. Half an hour later, they got there, and then BB showed Ken how to get back to his house.

"It's been nice meeting you Ken," said BB, just as he was about to leave.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Not many people my age around here. It's nice to have a friend."

"Is that what we are? Friends?"

"Not yet, but I sure would like to be."

"We'll see how it goes." Ken turned around and headed up the street. BB watched for a short while, and then went into his room.

BB's room was outside of the house, so he was fortunate enough not to have to see his drunk father. Sometimes he could hear him singing or shouting – the kind of behaviour that drunk men usually had. Since there was nothing to do in that small town, BB just spent most of his evenings watching TV or just sleeping. BB watched a little TV, but found nothing exciting enough to watch. He went to bed instead, and thought about his day. He thought about his new friend that he had acquired, and thought about the hut they were going to build. He also thought of a good place where they could get wood, but he would have to steal it.

– 2 –

"Who the hell are you?" asked the drunk, unshaven man. Ken was taken aback.

"My name is Ken – BB's friend."

"Billy Bob don't have any friends."

"Uh, is he around?"

"He's in his room." The man pointed a finger towards the door of a small shack on the side of the house.

"Thanks," said Ken, and quickly went to the room. He didn't even look back to see if he was being watched. Ken knocked on the door, hoping to get an answer, but none came. Ken could feel his neck get warm, so he just assumed he was being watched. He determined that nobody was home, so he just quickly left, daring not to look back.

Ken made his way to the future location of the hut. Approximately halfway there he met up with none other than BB himself. BB had a cartful of wood that he was pulling up the dirt path to the forest.

"Hey," said Ken.

"Hello," puffed BB under his breath.

"Here, let me give you a hand." Ken went to the back and pushed, while BB steered and pulled. "Where did you get this wood?"

"My pa gave it to me."

"Your pa huh? I think I met your pa this morning."

"I see. Why did you do that?"

"Huh? I just wanted to see if you were home. I didn't know you didn't want me to visit."

"Yeah, well I'm sorry."

"About?"

"My father."

They didn't talk much more until they got to a certain spot in the forest. The location of their future hut was quite a bit in the forest, where there was no easy path. It took them a further two hours to carry all the wood to the location. By that time they were both hot and sweaty. BB was the larger of the two, and perspired a bit more than Ken did. He stripped his shirt of and sat on the comfortable leaf-laced forest earth.

"Phew that's hard work."

"It sure is," said Ken, who sat in the shade of a nearby tree. The two of them relaxed for a small while, and then resumed conversation.

"So how old are you then, Ken?"

"Thirteen. I turn fourteen in August."

"Oh yeah? Me too. Strange, huh?"

"When is your birthday?"

"16th."

"Well, mine's the second. Guess that makes me older then."

"And I guess that makes you the boss too."

"Huh? Oh no, I don't care about silly shit like that," laughed Ken.

"My pa always tells me to respect my elders."

"And do you?"

"I have no respect for him," said BB, sounding a bit disgruntled.

"What does your pa do for work?"

"He's a carpenter. He builds things. Farms and stuff. What does your pop do?"

"My dad used to teach music."

"What does he do now?"

"I guess he plays music. He's dead."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay, I've gotten over it."

"How long ago did it happen?"

"Three years."

BB wanted to ask more questions regarding this issue, but he refrained from doing so just in case he upset Ken. It was none of his business anyway.

"So what do we use this hut for then?" asked BB.

"Nothing special. Just hanging about, a place to be, no parents to irritate you."

"Sounds like a plan. Why did you pick this area here then?"

"Well, it's impossible to see it from the road, and also difficult to see from down there because of all them trees in the way."

"Do you like privacy?"

"Yeah, in a way I guess. If you build a place that people know about then you stand a chance of people destroying it."

"Did that happen to you?"

"Yeah, in my old home town we had a bully called Peter Yarrow who hated my guts, and when he found out about my hut he burned it down. Of course he got into trouble because he almost started a forest fire, but fortunately they managed to contain the fire. My hut was however destroyed, and the law told me I couldn't build a house no more."

"You talk quite a lot don't you?"

"Yeah, everybody tells me that. I seem to give too much detail to any conversation that I'm a having. I'll shut up now."

"Nah, no need. I just made an observation. I don't mind if you talk too much. It's much better than not talking at all."

"Hey, should we carry on building?"

"How are we going to do this?" asked BB, who was still sitting on the ground.

"Well, we have enough wood here to do the whole floor I think. Did you bring a hammer and nails?"

"Yup, sure did. I got two jars of nails, both large and very large. I also got two hammers. Should we begin?"

The two boys worked for four additional hours, taking turns in hammering and hauling the wood using the rope that was already there. It was a warm day and they were both shirtless during the second half of the day. At about 5 pm they were complete with the floor, and it was a good stable solid floor. There was some wood left over, but that was just hauled up and left on the floor. They had to make a couple of posts to help with the support, but BB thought about that and had also brought a saw. It was good to have a dad as a carpenter, because all the needed tools where right there available. The boys stepped back, and looked at their creation – they were pleased with what they saw.

It was time for them to go back home again, it was a 45 minute walk back to BB's place, and each of the boys had a turn to give the other one a ride on the cart. Eventually they arrived at BB's house, but were unfortunately met with an unexpected person in the workshop.

"Where the fuck have you been?" asked the obviously disgruntled father of BB.

"I was just…"

"Shut up!" BB's dad slapped BB across the head a hard shot, making BB fall over.

"Who said you can borrow my cart? You!" BB's dad was pointing a finger as large as a carrot at Ken. "You get the hell outta here and piss off home, understand?"

"Yes Mr Bob."

"Mr Bob? It's Mr. Thornton you idiot. Bob is part of my good for nothing son's name. I gave him the name of my papa, bless his soul, and you go and abuse it. Get lost punk and don't let me catch you coming here again, or I'll belt you like I'm going to belt BB."

Ken looked at BB, who was still sitting on the floor. BB was crying, and Ken could see the terror stricken eyes that BB had. Ken turned and ran – like a deer being hunted he ran for his life. Behind him he could hear BB yelp in pain, the kind of scream you have if you burn yourself on the stove. He stumbled in the dirt, but picked himself up again as quickly as he could. He didn't look behind him or stop running until he got home. Ken couldn't understand what was going on, but he had never in his life been treated like BB was being treated right now. His father was loving and caring, and never raised his hand to him for no reason. The day was good for both of them, but Ken couldn't douse the thoughts that he had, the memories of the way BB's dad treated his son. His thoughts continued in his dreams, and he woke up to BB's screaming, his bed wet with sweat.

– 3 –

The door opened and an astonished mother found black-eyed BB standing at the door.

"Yes?"

"Hello Ma'am is Ken home?"

"He's up in his room. You must be Ken's new friend BB."

"Uh, how'd you guess?"

"Ken told me about you two days ago. Come on in." BB entered the house, and Ken's mom shut the door. "It's up the stairs, and then the room at the end of the passage."

"Thanks ma'am."

"Would you like some lemonade?"

"Yes please."

"You go on up and I'll bring it to you."

BB went up the stairs, and found Ken sitting at his desk, with headphones on. BB tapped Ken on his shoulder, and Ken jumped. He took his headphones off and turned around, and almost jumped again.

"Jesus, your eye! Your pa did that?"

"Yeah."

"Can you see out that eye?"

"Not now, but hopefully I will be able to."

"Have you been to the doctor?"

"Nah. People will just make a fuss 'n my dad will get mad. It's okay, I'm pretty used to it."

"Here's some lemonade for you boys," said Ken's mum who came in with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses.

"Thanks mum"

"Thanks ma'am."

"Are you two going to be staying for lunch?"

"Would you like that?" asked Ken.

"Sure, I won't say no to lunch."

"Okay then I'll put out a few more burgers to defrost." Ma Ken went back out and down the stairs.

"Your mom is a wonderful person."

"Yes, I love her dearly."

"Does she work?"

"She has to – she's our only source of income. After I get a job then I guess I'll be looking after her, cos she doesn't have anybody else to do that."

"She going to get remarried?"

"After what I saw yesterday, I'll never want that to happen."

"Yeah that. Well I guess you shouldn't come round to my place no more. My dad don't know where you live, is it okay if I come visit you?"

"Sure you can. I'll still be your friend, your dad ain't gonna make me stop being friends with ya. Is he against you having friends?"

"Seems like it."

"Hey, have a seat – don't keep on standing."

Ken doesn't usually watch people sit down but he found it rather interesting watching BB. It wasn't because BB had a nice figure to look at, it was because of the way he walked. He had this slight limp, and he sat down slowly.

"Hey are you in pain?"

"Only when I laugh."

"I guess you don't laugh much."

"You're somewhat right there."

"I'm going to just finish writing this letter to my grandma, is that okay?"

"Sure, don't let me get in the way." BB tried for a while, and eventually managed to get his foot on his knee. He aimlessly looked around the room, observing the posters and ornaments. Either Ken was a really unusually neat boy, or his mother cleaned his room. Amongst many things, he noticed a violin sitting on top of a cupboard. "You play the violin?"

"Used to play. I stopped a few years ago."

"Your dad taught you, right?"

"Yup he did."

"But why did you stop playing?"

"It makes mom too sad."

"Okay. I wish I could play music. I wanted to do piano when I was younger."

"Why didn't you?"

"Couldn't afford it, and even if we could my dad wouldn't have let me. He says piano is for queers."

"I guess I'm a queer then."

"You play piano too?"

"I used to."

"Do you have a piano?"

"We sold it before we moved."

"Well maybe I can hear you play sometime."

"Yeah, maybe." Ken didn't sound very convinced in that comment. BB let Ken continue with what it was that he was doing, and continued to look around the room.

"OK I'm done. I'm just going to give this to ma and I'll be right back." Ken hopped from his seat, and ran down the stairs. It's funny how be right back takes a long time, because it took ten minutes before Ken came back.

"Sorry I took so long."

"No problem."

"Lunch will be ready in half an hour. What do you want to do until then."

"I dunno. Anything I guess. I just had to get away from my pa."

"Oh yeah, speaking of which, did your pa really give you that wood?"

"No, I stole it from him. It's no big deal, he won't miss it."

"No big deal? You lied to me – I cannot be friends with a liar – I can't trust people who lie and without trust there can be no friendship."

"Geez, but I stole something – doesn't that also mean that I am untrustworthy?"

"There is a difference – you didn't steal from me. You can be the biggest criminal on earth, but if you're honest with me then I can be your friend." BB wasn't a fast person, but he wasn't slow either. He just frowned, thought about what Ken said and then understood.

"Will he find out?" asked Ken.

"No chance of him doing that. I don't know if you noticed just how much wood was in that workshop that we were in yesterday. There's enough wood there to build a farm, and whenever he runs out he just orders tons more again."

"I don't want to come to your house anymore."

"Why's that?"

"Because of your dad – but I still want to be your friend. I spoke to my ma just-now and I got her permission so that you can visit anytime you want to. You can even stay over some nights, we've just got to arrange that."

"Why do you want to be my friend so much? You're not just feeling sorry for me are you?"

"No, not because I feel sorry for you, but because you're the first person I've known in three years that I've wanted to be friends with. When my papa died it turned me into a horrible person, and I hated everybody I knew. You're the first person since then that I like. Do you have any other friends?"

"No, my pa doesn't want me to have friends. Not even girl friends."

"Let's defy your father some more then. Friends?" Ken stretched out his hand in a handshake gesture, and waited while BB thought about it. Eventually, BB stretched out his hand.

"Friends." The two boys shook hands and for the first time looked into each others eyes. BB was the typical black haired brown eyed dark skinned boy, whereas Ken had light brown hair and hazel eyes. Both of the boys got a good look at the other before ending the handshake.

– 4 –

"Lunch!" called Ken's mom from the bottom of the stairs.

The boys enjoyed their burgers, and for BB it was the first time he had eaten since breakfast the day before. Ken's mom tanked them up real good, ensuring they had enough energy to do what they wanted to do for the afternoon. She was happy to see that her son was able to communicate with somebody after all this time. She thought that Ken might have been up to building a new hut, but that didn't worry her in the slightest.

"You boys go on now and have fun, okay?"

"Yes mom," said Ken. BB and Ken walked down the road towards the main street (which wasn't very far), but had no idea where they were headed.

"So what can we do?" asked Ken

"Nothing much in this town. It's pretty much dead."

"Can we build on the hut?"

"Well we got some wood left over but the hammer and nails is back at my house. I don't feel like going there to fetch them."

"Can we buy them somewheres?"

"Yeah. There's a hardware store next to the post office, just round the corner, but I don't have any money."

"I've got some money, I'll buy it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

It didn't take long for the two of them to reach the hardware store – it was literally round the corner.

"I'll wait out here. Old man Harper knows me and I don't want him to be telling my pop what I've been buying."

"Okay, I'll just be a sec."

Ken went inside the store, and hunted around for the right tools. He got two hammers, and two boxes of nails just like the ones they had used previously. He had his wares in his hands and walked towards the counter where he saw a man standing, and watching him.

"That boy's up to no good," grunted a figure sitting in the corner of the store. Ken froze in his tracks. In the corner there was none other than Mr Thornton himself.

"So boy, you up to no good?" asked the shopkeeper.

"What makes you think that mister?"

"My pal over there thinks so. He can smell a rat."

It takes one to know one, thought Ken. "I'm buying these for my mother. Nothing wrong with that now is there?" said Ken.

"Nobody likes a smart assed kid," said the shopkeeper, and added up the goods. Ken could feel his neck getting warm again, and that could only mean that he was being watched by Mr Thornton.

"Have you seen my boy?"

"No sir."

"If I catch ya lying to me like Billy Bob does, I'll cut ya in half."

Ken paid for his stuff and left the store without even saying another word.

"Don't let them see you," said Ken.

"Huh?"

"Your pop is in there."

"Oh shit let's hightail it outta here." They ran as fast as they could, but BB was not doing very well. He was hobbling along and gritting his teeth all the way until they got to the beginning of the forest.

BB found a nearby tree trunk, and collapsed on it. He was panting and wheezing.

"What's wrong?" asked Ken, sounding very alarmed.

"Just a touch of asthma. I'll be okay." Ken watched as BB sat there, catching his breath, and also noticed that his exhaustion turned into sobs. There he was, this evidently strong young lad crying like a four year old who had just lost his teddy bear.

"Why is my dad like he is? He never ever liked me, he hates me. Why couldn't my dad die instead of yours?" Ken came closer to BB, and wanted to console him. He wanted to put his arm around BB and tell him that everything is going to be OK, but he knew he would be lying.

"I'm sure your dad loves you," said Ken. "He just has trouble showing it."

"Do you really think so?" asked BB as he looked up at Ken with snot running from his nose and tears flowing down his eyes. Ken looked at BB, and thought about it for a while.

"I would be lying if I said yes."

BB continued to cry, and this time Ken had the courage to try and console BB. He sat down next to him and put his arm around him. BB didn't react in a bad way, and that is how they sat for a few minutes. BB finally stopped crying, but Ken didn't remove his arm. BB sat there, quiet for a moment, and then looked at Ken. BB reached out his hand and put it on top of Ken's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you," said BB, and smiled a little. "I can't remember when last somebody put their arm around me." It was at that point that Ken realised it was still there, and quickly removed it in embarrassment.

"Unfortunately, I can," said Ken. BB knew that he was referring to his father.

The boys got up and continued up the road, and into the woods, and finally got to the place of their future hut. Without further ado, they continued to build with the wood that they had. They managed to build the frame for the sides and roof, and some layers of the sides itself before the wood was finished.

"Wow, we've done pretty good with the hut. That sure was a lot of wood. Sure your pa won't know?"

"Well, I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think so."

"Hey, did you ever do something really naughty, so naughty that you are excited by it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stealing something."

"I've done that plenty of times."

"Yeah, but have you ever stole in such a way it can make you excited?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like wear a stocking over your head, dark clothes, a torch, maybe being two of you. At night possibly?"

"No, I can't say that I've done that. You reckon it's exciting?"

"Yeah, I've always had this fantasy."

"You'd be too chicken to do it."

"No I won't," defended Ken.

"Prove it."

"How?"

"Come to my door at 10pm tonight, then we go stealing, OK?"

"Steal what?"

"More wood."

Ken almost instantly wanted to say no, but couldn't chicken out as he had suggested the action. "Okay," said Ken, with a bit of uncertainty in his voice.

The boys lay down and looked up through the trees. Soon they would have to head off home, and continue with the hut another time.

"What's on your mind right now," asked BB as they lay on the hard wooden floor.

"Right now? I'm thinking about the future of the hut, and what kind of things we'll have on the inside."

"So how do you picture it then?"

"Well, I'm still thinking about it of course, but I think some posters, a small table, a storage box and other nice things."

"Think we could camp out in here?"

"Sure if you'd like to."

"Have you ever camped out before?"

"Yeah, but by myself, never with somebody." The boys sat in quiet a bit, watching the sky get paler and paler. Ken continued to speak.

"My dad helped me build my hut back where I was staying. I remember he helped me carry the wood, and hammer the planks together. It was very similar to this we have right now. When the hut was finished we had a small party with me, mom and dad. We brought a bag of chips, some pop and we sat in the hut sitting round a small lantern singing songs with my dad playing the guitar. He went with me at least once a week to the hut, but then one day, it all stopped. I was walking home from school and when I got home, the police were there. I thought they were coming to ask me some questions about a school friend who was accused of stealing, but when I saw my mother, I knew something was wrong."

Ken looked over to BB, who was watching him intently then looked up to the heavens again. "I asked my momma what was wrong, and she couldn't tell me because she was crying too much. Then I asked the policeman who was there, almost crying himself, and he told me what had happened. There had been an accident at the plant, and my father was badly injured. He died before reaching the hospital."

BB watched Ken lie there, looking up at the fading light, and could see little quivers in his eyelids and lips. Ken was the one to cry now, slowly at first, then whining type cries, and then eventually bursting sobs. BB tried desperately to console Ken, but since they were both lying down it was going to be difficult. He surely couldn't put his arm around Ken's shoulders, and although he was willing to he dared not put his arms anyhow else. BB decided to bite the bullet, and by instinct the two hugged each other, while they were still lying down. Ken pushed his head into BB's shoulder, and he continued to weep. BB rubbed Ken's back with his most free arm, caressing him soothingly, trying to comfort him. "I miss him so much," sobbed Ken.

"I'm sure you do," was all that BB could say. The two lay there hugging each other, and continued to lay there even when Ken stopped crying. For BB this was the first time that he was holding another person, period. His father never hugged him, and he couldn't remember if his mother ever did. Ken was accepting the hug with pleasure, as he was missing the attention that his father used to give him.

"You think it's okay for us to be doing this?" asked Ken, wondering what his friend was thinking. "I'm sure it is," replied BB. "I haven't hugged anybody before, but I can't see what's wrong with it. We'll have to stop though, because it's getting dark. I also think it wouldn't be a good idea if we stole the wood tonight."

"Why's that?"

"Well, lotsa reasons. It's too dark, we need to carry the wood to the forest, and I suppose I'm too chicken anyway."

"I don't blame you." Ken looked up into BB's eyes, and for an instant thought about kissing him. He imagined reaching up with his face and kissing him gently on the lips, but didn't dare to do so. He had kissed his father many times, and felt like doing the same to BB.

"Let's go then." The two walked to the end of the road of the forest, and then went their separate ways.

– 5 –

The next morning, Ken opened the door and found BB standing there with a smile on his face. He could also see that his eye was not as bad, and noticed that he wasn't limping when he came in.

"Your leg still sore?"

"Well, sorta. I've got this massive bruise. Is your mom here?"

"No, she's at the courthouse today."

"The courthouse?"

"She works there."

"Ah okay. Check out this bruise." BB pulled down his trousers, and lifted part of his boxer shorts to reveal a big blue bruise that was left from his father kicking him while he was still on the ground. "Oh wow that is one big bruise," said Ken as he gaped at the mark. "Yeah I've got one here too." BB lifted his shirt and showed Ken the bruise on the side of his chest. Ken examined the bruise, and touched it. BB flinched. "Sorry, does it hurt?"

"Yeah it does."

"That looks bad, you should see a doctor about that."

"Naah it's okay I'll live." BB pulled down his shirt again, and pulled up his trousers.

"You're not shy," said Ken.

"Huh?"

"Well you practically stripped down to your boxers to show me your bruises."

"Oh yeah, I know. I'm not shy about that. Hell, I'd show you my dick if it was bruised and swollen."

"I take it that it's not bruised then."

"Nah, it aint bruised."

"That's a relief," laughed Ken.

"My parents have gone to the big city today, the both of them. Wanna help me with that wood?"

"Sure, just as long as your dad isn't home."

"They'll be gone for at least four hours."

"Okay let's do it then."

They got to his house, and with caution just verified that the parents weren't home before carrying out with their evil deed. Although it wasn't dark and they didn't have stockings on their heads, it was just as exciting for the two of them, as they had this constant fear of BB's father turning up. Ken was stunned to see the amount of wood that he had in his shed, and right enough, two cartfuls of wood didn't make a big difference to the massive piles. They managed to get two cartfuls of wood unloaded and piled by their tree before BB's parents got home. They didn't wait for that moment of course, but they were already back at Ken's house having lunch.

The two had sandwiches for lunch, and spent an hour or so talking to each other and telling jokes.

"Why do dogs lick their balls?" asked Ken.

"Dunno."

"Because they can." BB started laughing, and Ken joined in. "Because they can," repeated BB during his mirths of laughter. They sat for a while and both thought of the same thing. BB was however the first to ask it.

"If you could lick your own balls would you do it?" Ken thought about this one before answering.

"I dunno. Would you?"

"Every day," said BB. Ken remembered that BB wasn't shy, and this was more proof to that fact.

"Have you had it done to you?" asked Ken.

"Oh no, I just think it would be good. I've not had it done to me before. And you?"

"No," said Ken, with a small hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Hey, would you play the violin for me?"

"I dunno, I haven't played for ages."

"Please? For me?" begged BB. Ken looked into his pleading eyes and then reluctantly agreed. He got the violin down, and spent a few minutes tuning it. He also had to put resin on the bow, and that took an additional few minutes. Eventually, he started playing.

Ken started with a few warming up exercises. First a major scale starting at C, and then going up each note. There were lots of mistakes to start with, but it was soon corrected.

"Oh god this sounds awful," said Ken. My hands have grown so much since I last played, I'm having trouble finding the notes.

"I think it's wonderful."

"What should I play?"

"I dunno, what do you know?"

"Have you ever heard of Andrew Lloyd Webber?"

"Who?"

"Never mind. Here's a tune that he wrote." Ken played, with much difficulty, the vocal score of Memory from Cats.

"Damn, that was good," said BB.

"Here's one that you might recognise."

Ken started playing again, but this one was more difficult, and he stop started a few times before playing it through.

"That was good. What was it?"

"What was it? That was a part from the Four Seasons. Have you ever heard of Vivaldi?"

"No."

"Good grief, that is very sad."

"But I liked it, so I can't be all that sad then," said BB with a sheepish grin on his face. "You play very nicely."

"This one is a special one." Ken pressed his fingers on the strings, remembering the sequence he had to follow. He started to play.

For ten minutes, he played a very beautiful piece – it was harmonious and peaceful, yet had the tendency to stir up emotions of all kinds. It was like the Four Seasons, but all in one.

"That was a beautiful piece. Why is it a special one?"

"My dad wrote it. I found it after he died and played it for him at his funeral. I guess I'll never know if he liked it or not." Ken burst out crying, and dropped his violin on the ground, and reached out his arms towards BB. BB embraced him, and allowed Ken once more to use his shoulder. He sobbed heartily, and BB tried to comfort him as best he could. He rubbed his hands up and down Ken's back and squeezed him real hard.

"I think he would have liked it," said BB.

"What makes you think that?"

"Because I liked it."

"And I liked it too," said Ken's mother, startling them both. Immediately the two boys let go of each other, having being caught by Ken's mother, but were surprised when she came over and hugged both of them.

"I'm glad you're seeing friends again," she said. "If you boys want to hug you can do it, it doesn't bother me. Ken, my darling, please don't stop playing. Hearing the violin does make me sad, but it makes me even sadder to see you not use a talent that your father has helped you build for so long."

Ken didn't answer, they just stood there in a group hug for a while. For BB it was quite emotional, because he was experiencing something he had been longing to experience for his whole life – a hug from a loving family.

The two didn't go and build on the hut that day, instead they stayed at Ken's house and went through Ken's stuff. Ken had accumulated lots of crap in his life, fortunately most of which was interesting. They also had one or two interesting conversations discussing morals and religion. It was soon dark, and BB had to go home. Ken saw BB out, and before he left, they gave each other a hug. Not one of them initiated it, they just did it mutually at the same time.

"See you tomorrow?" asked Ken.

"Sure – you bet," came an enthusiastic response.

Once again Ken saw himself kissing BB. He couldn't understand why he had these thoughts but he just did. Instead, Ken gave a hearty squeeze, and to his surprise, BB returned the gesture with an equally powerful hug. They said bye to each other again, and Ken watched BB as he walked down the street.

"You really like him," said Ken's mom who had noticed that her son was unusually friendly.

"I don't understand what it is about him that makes me like him so much."

"You don't have to understand, just as long as you're happy." Ken's mom gave her boy a hug and played with his hair.

"I'm very worried about him though."

"Why is that?"

"His dad abuses him badly."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, you saw what he looked like yesterday."

"I saw that but I thought it might have been a bully. His dad did that?"

"Yeah, I even saw his dad hit him. And his dad also threatened me."

"Oh he did, did he?"

"Yeah. It's okay though, he didn't touch me. I just wish there was something I could do for him."

– 6 –

The next day, BB never showed up at Ken's house. Ken waited and waited, and as time went on he was getting both impatient and worried. He was alone at home because his mom was at the courthouse again. Ken bided his time by playing more violin, and doing other things. At lunchtime he made himself some sandwiches, and decided he would go to the hut to see if BB was there already.

When he got to the hut, there was no sign of BB at all. The wood that they gathered was lying there like they had dropped it of the day before, unmoved. Ken went back home and lay on his bed, sulking. He thought about his friend who had let him down, and couldn't understand why he didn't show up. Ken wondered if BB got chicken because he had looked at him in such a strange way the previous night. Ken was so heartbroken that he actually began to whimper and cry about it.

"What's the matter?" asked his mom, showing how brilliant she was at arriving without anybody hearing her.

"Nothing," lied Ken.

"Did BB come today?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

"Well, why don't you ask him?"

"I don't have his telephone number."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"Yes."

"Well go and visit him then."

"I'm too scared to go there."

"Because of his father?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I'll take you down there later, when it's darker OK?"

"Are you sure you want to?"

"Sure I'm sure. If it makes you feel safer I will also take my gun."

"Okay, if you'll be there then I'll go."

Ken was feeling a bit happier, but also a bit nervous because he didn't know how to confront BB. He was wondering what to ask or what to say, and was wondering about what answers he would deem acceptable and which ones not.

That evening at about 6pm, the two drove up to the Thornton's home. They got out and together went to BB's outside room. Ken knocked, and whispered BB's name.

"Go away," came a voice from inside the room.

"BB? BB, it's Ken. I just want to talk."

"I said go away, I don't want to talk to you!" It was at this stage that Ken noticed the lock on the door. The door was padlocked on the outside.

"Why is your door locked, BB? Please talk to me. What's wrong? Did your dad lock your door?" Ken was startled to see BB's face suddenly appear at the window at the right of the door. Ken was immediately shocked with what he saw. BB looked out, and he could barely see out of one eye. He couldn't even make out which one of the two figures were Ken.

"Oh my god," was all that Ken's mother could say.

"Old Man Harper saw us yesterday," murmured BB, through his gashed, swollen lips. Ken's mom rushed off to a nearby house, and called the Sheriff, who arrived two minutes later.

"Evening your honour," said the Sheriff with a very confused face.

"Evening Sheriff. I need you to break down this door for me." The sheriff didn't even hesitate – when the newly appointed county judge asked you to do something, you just do as they say. The door was kicked down in a few attempts, and they entered to find that BB sitting on his bed, his clothes were torn and had spots of blood all over them.

"Good lord," said the Sheriff.

"Sheriff, could you please put him in my car."

"Yes, your honour." The Sheriff tried to pick up the boy, only to find that wherever he touched, the boy yelped in pain. Finally, he managed to get BB into the car.

"What the hell is going on here? Who the hell are you? Sheriff, what are you doing with my boy? You! What did I tell you about coming here?" Ken quickly hid behind his mother.

"Mr Thornton?"

"Yes?"

"I am Judge Sarah Whittle. This here is my boy Kenneth Whittle. He has informed me of your abusive activities to your son, and I am placing your son under my care until we can decide what needs to be done."

"What? My son stole from me, and I punished him like any parent would have."

"Mr Thornton, you are under arrest for the assault of your son. Sheriff, take this man into custody." The sheriff was beginning to understand what was going on, and proceeded to take BB's dad into custody. BB's dad lashed out at the sheriff, knocking him out, and ran towards Sarah, obviously intending to do the same. Sarah pulled out her gun and fired it into the air, and then pointed it directly towards the oncoming threat. Mr Thornton stopped dead in his tracks, and quickly put up his arms. The sheriff got up and cuffed BB's dad, and took him away in the patrol vehicle. Both Ken and his mother looked at the woman who was standing in the doorway, watching what was happening.

"He's better off staying with you. Just please let him come and visit his ma." With that, she closed the door, and Sarah drove Ken and BB back to her home.

"Take BB inside and take care of him. I'm going down to the sheriff's office."

"Okay mom." Ken helped BB out of the car, and with a bit of difficulty got him into the house.

– 7 –

Ken lay BB on his bed, and fetched a basin of antiseptic fluid diluted with water, and a soft cloth. Ken started wiping the lip which had a small gash in it, and removed the blood which remained on BB's face.

"When did he do this to you?"

"Yesterday," said BB.

"Why?"

"Old man Harper told him that he saw us leaving the house with the wood. So pa just went crazy."

"Can you sit up a bit?" BB sat up, and felt that Ken removed his shirt. "Well your chest isn't too bad. Ken wiped the blood which had spilt from his lip, and then ordered BB to turn around onto his stomach. Ken was shocked with what he saw.

"What in god's name did that?"

"Pa's belt."

"Oh geez, just look at the sides – they've all got these strange cuts in them, and they've been bleeding."

"Buckle."

Ken put the cloth on the wounds, and BB tensed his whole body in pain.

"Sorry," said Ken.

"It's sore but it's needed." It took Ken ten minutes to wipe all the wounds clean, but even with the blood gone, it looked quite bad.

"Can I take your trousers off?"

"Sure," said BB, almost instantly. Ken took BB's shoes off, and then reached under BB to undo his button and zipper.

"Aren't these the same clothes you wore the other day?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you change?"

"I was in much more pain last night."

"Oh, I'm sorry." The trousers were slowly pulled down, and placed on the floor beside the bed. "Well, thank goodness for jeans. It's not so bad down here."

"Look under my underpants."

"You mean you want I look at your ass?"

"It feels very sore."

"Okay. Omigoodness! It looks all lumpy." Ken ran his fingers over BB's butt, feeling the ripples of bruised meat.

"Did you just touch my ass?"

"Oops. Sorry. It won't happen again."

"No, it's not that. I just couldn't feel it, that's all."

"You mean you can't feel it if I do this?" Ken ran his fingers around BB's cheeks.

"Nope."

"And if I do this?"

"Yeah I can feel that."

"OK then, your back is all cleaned up of blood." Ken pulled BB's underpants back up, and helped BB turn over again. "What else should I check for?"

"Broken ribs. My ribs are so sore."

Ken didn't know what to do, or how to check for broken ribs, so he decided to do it the most logical way. Carefully he pressed his fingers onto BB's body, feeling to see if he could feel something broken. He continued to stroke the skin of the damaged boy, and noticed that a smile grew on BB's face.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Because it feels nice, especially when you do it here." BB took Ken's hand and placed it on top of his breast. Ken was shocked at first, but something deep down inside his mind said that he wanted to do it. He started feeling for broken bones in the area where the pectoral muscles resided, and he continued to do it for a while. Ken didn't know what prompted him, but he looked down at BB's bulge in his underwear, and noticed that it had changed shape since he last looked at it five minutes ago.

"Has your dick become swollen or are you enjoying this a bit too much?" BB smiled, and attempted to laugh but it was too painful, so he ended up spluttering. "Should I get rid of these blood stained underpants and put something clean on for you?"

"Are you taking advantage of BB in his weakened condition?"

"Mom!" Ken jumped up, his face stricken with horror as his mother walked into the room. "I was just checking for broken bones."

"Of course you were. Can I have a look at him now?"

"Yes of course."

Sarah spent a few moments to look over BB. She was a little bit more experienced with it than Ken was, and found the only thing which needed a doctor's attention was the gashed lip.

"I'll call in the doctor to stitch that up. Ken, could you help BB change his underpants?"

"You want me to help him change his underpants?"

"Do you want that I do it? Anyway, I would hate to deprive you of it. Come and see me when it's done?"

"Yes mom." Ken's mother left the room, and left the two boys alone.

"Do you think she's onto us?" asked BB.

"But we haven't done anything!"

"Tell me truthfully now, would you like to?"

Ken thought about that for a bit. He came over and sat next to BB, and stroked BB's hair a bit.

"I don't know how to explain this. I think I'm attracted to you a lot. It's not because I feel sorry for you, and it's not because you helped me with the hut and wood. I dunno, I just feel this heart warming desire to hold you and hug you. I've even wanted to kiss you. I don't expect it to happen, and you'll probably avoid me from now on, but that is how I honestly feel."

"I'm glad you told me that, thank you. You best help me with the underpants and then see your mom."

Ken sat there, hoping to hear a positive response, but none came. He got up and walked over to his bureau, and got out a pair of underpants. BB felt his underpants get taken down, and there was a slight pause before the new pair were put on. He heard Ken start walking towards the door, and then said the words he had carefully thought of

"Hey Ken?"

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking – since we can't lick our own balls, how about we lick each others?" Ken stood there flabbergasted at what BB had said.

"I can't do something like that if there is no love."

"There's plenty of love already, I just haven't told you that yet. Your mom is probably waiting for you."

"Yeah, I'll be right back." Ken was so excited now at the thought of being able to be much closer to BB, he almost tripped down the stairs. He found his mother in the living room, drinking tea. "You wanted to see me?"

"Do you like BB?"

"Yeah, he's a great guy."

"How would you feel if I asked you if he can stay here with us?"

"Really?" Sarah nodded. Ken tried his hardest not to show his joy at the thought of BB living there. His heart was racing, and he had this warm glow about him. "I think that could be pretty neat."

"I've had an agreement from his father. BB can stay here and visit his parents if he wants to, and he won't press charges for stealing. I will also not press charges. It's now up to BB what he wants to do."

"Do you want me to go ask him?"

"If you'd like to. Just one other thing. BB's in need of a lot of love. I can provide motherly love for him, but I need you to help with fatherly or brotherly love. Think you can do that?" Ken's mom was smiling at him in this wry sort of wicked smile.

"You read me like a book mom."

"Or maybe I was watching you for a few minutes before I came in." Ken went red in the face from embarrassment. "Don't worry honey, I know what you've been through, and I know what BB's been through, so it was inevitable. Run along now and tell BB the good news."

"Okay. Thanks mom."

Ken ran up the stairs, this time tripping, but through his joy and excitement he didn't feel any pain.

"Hey BB?"

"Yeah?"

"How would you like to be my brother?"

"That could be interesting. What about my dad?"

"Your dad is happy with you living here. You can visit them if you like, and you don't have to stay here, it's completely your choice." BB was normally slow at making decisions like these, but he was rather fast in making this one.

"Come give me a hug, brother." BB lifted his arms up, and Ken sat next to him and hugged BB as best he could. Ken lifted his head up, and BB could see the shadow above him. Ken finally had the courage to give BB a kiss, and he kissed him gently on the lips. Once again they were interrupted, but this time it was by mother and the doctor.

The doctor was busy with BB for a half-hour, and during that time Sarah prepared dinner.

"So where will I sleep tonight?"

"You'll need to use the spare room."

"Which one?"

The old Myrtle place was not small, and had many rooms upstairs.

"Any one. As you two boys will be spending time together a lot why don't you take the room next door to the one you're in now? BB can use your room for tonight, then we'll set him up with the other room."

"Okay, sounds like a plan."

The doctor had finished with BB, and had stitched his lip up pretty good. He had also wrapped up his right wrist due to an injury BB had sustained. The doctor had also thoughtfully given pain killers which would undoubtedly make BB sleep. Ken decided not to pester BB anymore that night, and also went to bed, using BB's future bedroom. It took him a while to get to sleep, he kept on thinking about BB, and the future that lay ahead.

– 8 –

Ken woke up to find BB sitting on his bed, looking out of the window.

"Good morning," said Ken. BB looked down at Ken, a funny sort of smile on his face. His better eye was a bit more open than it was the day before, and BB could see relatively decently out of it.

"Morning," said BB. Ken observed that BB was still wearing the same underwear that Ken had put on for him yesterday. "Your mom's gone already, it's just you and me."

"How are you feeling?"

"Still hurt.

"Hey look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I know I did things that I shouldn't have done."

"If I didn't want you to do it, I would have stopped you. It is a bit strange, yes, but when you checked for broken bones yesterday, it felt really good."

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah. If my wrist wasn't sore, I would show you what it feels like."

"You've got one good hand."

"That's true. Would you like to know what it feels like?"

"I don't know. I really like you but I'm not sure if it is right for us to do things like this."

"Yeah, you're right."

"But I'm curious."

"Me too."

"I'd love to have my balls licked."

"Yeah, definitely. Even talking about this is making me horny."

BB didn't ask permission, he just slipped his good hand under the covers and started rubbing Ken's chest. Ken looked at BB's underpants, and saw the same bulge he had seen the previous evening. Ken felt his dick spring to life, and heartbeat by heartbeat is was getting harder. BB ran his fingers over Ken's nipples and a little burst of excitement shot his body.

"Oh yeah that is nice."

"Now you know what it was like for me yesterday."

"Geez, it feels so good and my dick wasn't even touched." Ken found his hand wandering over and touching BB's legs. He ran his finger up and down BB's smooth legs, and BB shut his eyes in ecstasy. Ken sat up, and wrapped his arms around BB, hugging him.

"Here, you lie down, and watch out for your wrist. Ken got up, and BB lay down, laying his right hand off the side of the bed. Ken kneeled on the bed, straddling BB, and for the first time, BB saw the lining of Ken's hard dick under the underpants. There was a wet spot in the front where the head was, and this was fascinating for BB to watch.

Ken used his arms to once again play with BB's breasts. For about five minutes he stroked every reachable part that he could. Ken was practically sitting on top of BB's dick, and he could feel the hard cock under his balls. Occasionally he would move his hips and gently stroke the prick with his butt-cheeks.

"You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Never. Is it good?" asked Ken, who was obviously enjoying riding on top of BB's cock.

"It's very good."

Ken leaned down, and kissed BB gently on the lips. He thought about kissing BB deeply, but the stitches suggested that he shouldn't try. Instead, he moved his head further down, and kissed BB on his hard nipples. He stuck his tongue out, and licked the nipples too, and then closed his whole mouth over the nipples, sucking them.

Ken got off of BB's body, and sat next to him instead. He started running his finger over BB's stomach, and he felt BB's muscles tense. He also touched BB's dick once in a while, making it jump up in excitement. Ken was so horny now there was definitely no going back. He pulled down BB's underpants, now seeing the boy cock in full view. He studied it for a while before taking it into his hand. BB's cock was nice and young – he had a small bush about one inch of pubic hair, just at the base of his dick. Ken squeezed it, and some pre-cum oozed out of the head, and made the head of BB's cock shine even more. He slowly started to pump the cock up and down, and BB had his eyes closed, moving his hips with the rhythm.

"Can you cum?" asked Ken.

"Yeah. Can you?"

"Started cumming a few months ago. I've never seen anybody else cum though."

"If you carry on, you'll see me cumming soon enough."

"Do you want me to?"

"Oh please."

Ken stepped up the pace a bit, and the reaction on BB's face was a pleasure to see. BB was smiling, his eyes were closed, and you could definitely see that he was enjoying it. His hips couldn't move as fast as the hand, but it was thrusting forward and back.

"Oh, I'm going to cum soon. Ooh, it's nearly there." BB ejaculated, and his whole body jerked when he did. He grunted as if somebody had punched him in the stomach, and dribbles of cum spurted out of his dick. Ken was watching in amazement – he had seen himself cum before but it was so much more fun watching somebody else do it.

"Oh wow, that was so good," said BB, who was still bleeding sperm from his dick.

"It's my turn now, I'm going to go to the bathroom to do it."

Before BB could offer a hand, Ken had already left the room. Ken was obviously a bit more shy than BB was, and wasn't ready to be jerked off by another person just yet. BB didn't pursue Ken, instead he found a towel and mopped himself up. After about ten minutes he heard the shower go on, and assumed that Ken had finished and was busy washing the cum away. BB was a little hurt that Ken didn't allow him to finish him off, but it didn't bother him too much.

In fact, Ken was so shy that he avoided any physical contact at all, for a whole two weeks. He was still as friendly as ever, it was just as if what they did never happened at all. During that time, they went to work on the hut, even though BB couldn't help much. By the end of week two, the hut was finished, and they had even furnished it with pictures, a box as a table and two chairs. They were pleased with what they had done, and had even had enough wood to build a fairly strong door.

– 9 –

One day, as the boys were playing monopoly, Ken had a brilliant idea.

"I have an idea," said Ken, his face lighting up.

"Oh no you don't – play till the end, don't chicken out now."

"It's not that. Remember we were wondering what to do with the hut?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's stay in it."

"You're joking."

"No, seriously. Let's sleep there – tonight."

"Okay, I'm game. Will Sarah let us?"

"Lemme ask." Ken ran away to ask his mother if they could sleep there that night, and she happily agreed. "Okay cool. We can camp out there tonight. We'll take a roll up mattress, and a sleeping bag, and a pillow, and some food."

"Forgive me for asking, but you just said one of each item, are we both going?"

"Yeah we'll share."

"I don't mind sharing, but we haven't shared before."

"It's been a bit difficult to do that with mom around."

"Ah – I see. Does she know that we'll be sharing in the hut?"

"Sure, she doesn't mind."

"Okay then, let's do it."

The boys went to the hut after having supper. They had to take a torch as it was dark already, but that didn't bother them. They went into the hut, and packed the stuff out on the ground.

"We didn't bring anything to do," said BB, suddenly realising this fact.

"I don't intend on playing games," said Ken.

"What do you mean?"

"Yesterday, I saw you jerking off in the bathroom. I looked through the keyhole."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I got real horny when I saw it. I had all these imaginations and stuff going through my mind."

"You know what's funny? I was thinking of you when I was doing it."

"I was playing with myself when I was watching you and I came in my pants after I saw you coming. You were thinking of me?"

"Oh yeah, I saw you naked in the bath playing with it last week. I imagined myself sucking it like a lollipop."

"You saw me?" Ken gasped like a woman. He was clearly shy about this kind of thing.

"Yeah. Don't feel embarrassed."

"Well, I knew yesterday that there was no way we could ever have any fun with each other in the same bed, so this is why I thought about here."

"Here's a good place."

"Billy Bob?"

"Yes Ken?"

"Please, turn off the light."

BB looked at Ken in the glittering light that illuminated from the paraffin lamp. The centres of his eyes jumped and sparkled to the rhythm of the flame, and it was a beautiful sight.

"I've never told you this but I think you're really beautiful," said BB.

"Really? I think you're quite handsome too with that dark smooth skin of yours." Ken turned the light off as BB had not yet done it. There was no moonlight, and as the trees let through no light, the room became too dark to see anything. "Uh, maybe you should turn that back on."

The lamp was once again lit, and the boys continued their exploration. Without warning, Ken moved forward and hugged BB. BB reciprocated, and the two were hugging each other, and rubbing each other passionately.

"Can I do something with you?"

"Sure."

"Just stand still, and enjoy it."

BB unbuttoned Ken's shirt, and slipped it off. He examined with his fingers Ken's body, and paid special attention to the young nipples. They were hard, and exciting to touch. BB took his own shirt off, and passionately hugged Ken, allowing their breasts to make contact with each other. Although Ken was asked to stand still, he stroked BB at every opportunity. After a bit of more breast and belly button licking, BB decided it was time to carry on. He undid Ken's shoes, and with help from Ken, got them off. He then undid Ken's jeans, and slowly took them down, and off.

"Oh wow I can't believe this is happening."

"I've been dreaming about this all week," said BB.

"Yeah, me too." Ken was now in his underwear, and BB rose up and held him again. They kissed, a full deep kiss for the first time. They didn't do it just once, they kissed again and again, each kiss getting more and more passionate. The tongues were introduced, and so were hands, rubbing each other's heads.

After the kissing escapade, BB went to work on the breasts again. Lower and lower he went, kissing and licking sensitive parts of the body. Ken wasn't expecting it, but BB pushed his face right into Ken's crotch, and gave a deep sniff. He kissed the cock through the underpants, and could taste a small bit of pre-cum. Ken was really horny now, and had visions of screwing BB up the backside, and cumming inside him. His fantasy stopped as BB showed his head once again, and kissed him. BB started kicking his shoes off, and undid his belt.

"Wait," said Ken. "Let me do that."

BB now went into puppet mode, and Ken started his part of the escapade. He started first by hugging BB, and kissing him several times. He also kissed him further down, on the neck, and even kissed him in the armpit.

"Oh that smell just makes me even more horny," said Ken. He kissed and sucked at BB's nipples, and this continued for a short while. Ken pulled BB's trousers down, and took them off. BB's dick was a little bigger than Ken's but only slightly. Ken decided to be a bit adventurous, and also kissed BB on his prick.

"You ready for this?"

"What?"

Ken pulled down BB's underpants, making his dick bounce. He stared at the dick which glistened in the candle light, and then licked it. Ken lowered his head, and licked the shaft of the dick as if it was a delicious ice-cream. He pushed his face into the boy's pubic area, and took a deep whiff. Ken licked and sucked BB's balls, swirling them around in his mouth, and then finally took the cock deep into his throat. Ken moved his head up and down on the shaft, and he could hear BB groaning with delight. BB did the hip movements, and it wasn't long before BB had to ejaculate.

"I think I'm going to cum," said BB, his juices building up inside of him. BB put his hand on Ken's head who was still sucking away.

"I'm going to cum soon," warned BB. Ken wasn't interested in seeing BB cum, he was eager to taste another boy's sperm. BB started grunting, and his cock started pulsating as he ejaculated into Ken's mouth. Ken continued to suck away and he felt more and more globs of sperm entering his mouth.

"Aaahh," moaned BB, as his orgasms subsided. Ken finally let go of the cock, sperm glistened on his lips. He wondered what to do with it, but soon that was no longer a problem. It seems that Ken liked the sperm so much, he just swallowed it. BB must have liked the taste of sperm too, because he licked Ken's lips, and Ken also let BB lick his tongue and teeth.

"Okay it's your turn now," said BB. Ken didn't complain, and BB went back to work on Ken. BB started with hugging and kissing, but quickly got that over and done with. He took Ken's underpants down and there it was, finally after two weeks of fantasizing, he was looking straight at Ken's hard cock. The head was just peeping through the foreskin, and there was a small lake of pre-cum there. BB pulled the foreskin back, exposing Ken's head, and then licked it. The taste of pre-cum was so nice he was glad there was quite a bit of it. He pushed the almost hairless cock right into this mouth, and sucked on it vigorously.

"Can I screw you in the ass?" asked Ken. "I've been imagining doing it all week, I'd really like to. I even brought some Vaseline."

"Okay," said BB. "But be gentle, because I haven't had it done to me yet.

"Lie on your back, and take your underpants off completely."

"Take yours off too. Oh, you already have."

Ken took out the Vaseline, and put some on his dick. He also rubbed some on and in BB's anus. Ken lifted BB's legs up, and placed them on his shoulder. He then put the pillow under BB's back, making his ass stick up in the air. Ken then placed his dick at the entrance, and then popped his head in. Oh the feeling that shot through his body, he thought that he had already cum.

"Was that sore?"

"No, it felt really good. Push it in." Ken pushed his cock in deeper, the Vaseline really helping with it. BB groaned as Ken pushed it all the way in. "Oh my god that feels good." Ken started pulling out and pushing in, BB was just leading him on.

"Harder, harder," he said. The boys kissed each other, as they were able to do it in that position. BB could smell his cum on Ken's breath, but that just made it more enjoyable.

"I'm going to cum," said Ken.

"Oh wait, isn't that dangerous?"

"Probably as dangerous as drinking sperm."

"Okay then, go for it." BB knew exactly when Ken had his orgasm. The face gave it away, so did the pulsating cock in his rectum, and most definitely the screams of delight that emanated from Ken's cum stenched mouth. BB was surprised and glad to see that Ken was having so much fun. He was even more surprised that Ken reached down and licked his slowly closing anus. He actually stuck his tongue up BB's rectum, and chanted with delight.

The fact that both boys had different smells on their breaths didn't stop them from holding and kissing each other afterwards. Neither of them got dressed again, and they got into the sleeping bag stark naked. The boys struggled a bit, but eventually found a comfortable position where they were holding each other. Ken was playing with BB's pubic hair and balls, and BB was playing with Ken wherever his hands could reach.

"Thank you," said Ken.

"Thank you too," said BB. "You know, you never did lick my balls."

"I did that on purpose."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"It gives us something to look forward to tomorrow." BB smiled, and they both knew that they were going to be the best of friends for a very long time. The held each other, smiling, and eventually fell asleep together, in what was known and will always be called, 'The Hut'.

The End