The light that blinds... then 'kills'

Just had a dream about this couple. So now Im gonna show you my thoughts. Kenny is not wearing his jacket in this story as he usually is. And I assume you know what he looks like. Cause I do. If you havent seen his face, simply type 'kenny's face' in your google search bar, and then click on images. Youll see a picture of him on the first page.

Kenny: 8 years old.
Stan: 8 years old.

The phone rang. Well, what looked like a phone anyway. Kenny's parents were so poor they couldnt afford a decent phone, but it still worked. "Get that for me, Kenny." Kennys mom said from the Kitchen. Kenny answered the phone. "Hello?" He said. "Hey." Said his friend Stan on the phone. "Oh hey, whats up?" Stan had just made Kenny's sad day by calling him. "ohh, nothing much. Kyles on vacation and I dont have anyone to talk to, so I thought Id talk to you." Stan said. "Ok. Whats up?" Kenny asked. "How was your trip to the hospital?" Stan asked. The accident flashed through Kennys mind. He was getting ice cream from an ice cream truck when he accidentally dropped his PSP behind it. After he went to get it, the truck backed up and ran him over. He suffered 6 broken ribs, a fractured femur, and a cracked skull.

But he was all better now. And he wasnt offended at all by Stans question. "Who is that, Kenny?" Kennys dad came into the room. "One of my friends, Ill be off in a minute." Kenny said. His dad nodded and walked outside. "It was painful at first, but then I got better. Healed very fast." Kenny said. "Wow. Hey Kenny, Im bored. Can I come over to your house?" Stan asked. "Well... yeah but theres nothing to do here either. I guess I just need someone to talk to as well." Kenny said. "Oh ok. Ill be there." Stan hung up, and the dial tone started. Kenny hung up the phone and went to his room. He couldnt wait until Stan got here.

Stan had never really been to Kennys house that often. But with Kyle gone and Cartman a jerk, he was really his only choice. He walked down the road, passing by house after house. He passed Kyles empty house, then Cartmans, then Butters, then Clyde, Then Tweek, and finally, down at the very corner, was a small, one story house. Kenny's house. He came up the side walk and knocked on the door.

Kenny heard a knock on the door to his house. He rushed out of his room to answer it, but his mom got there first. "who're you?" Kenny's mom asked. "Im one of Kenny's friends, remember? I come over here all the time." Kenny's mom stared at him for a second. "Oh yeah! I remember now. Come on in, Kenny's right in here."

"Thank god your here, I really need another brother or sister around here." Kenny said. "Uh... no you dont. My sister abuses me. One time, she threw me down the stairs and I almost died!" Stan said. Kenny laughed. "ALMOST died, yeah, I understand." Kenny was all of a sudden depressed. "Ohh... Im sorry Kenny. Here, lets go to your room and talk about this." Stan took Kennys hand and they walked to the back of the house, where Kenny's room was. And shut the door, which fell off one its hinges, leaning to the side a little bit. Stan set Kenny down beside his bed, and Stan set beside him. "Now tell me whats bothering you. I might be able to make you feel better." Stan said. Kenny sniffed, then sneezed. "Well, name one time where you actually got hurt and I didnt." Kenny said. Stan thought back to the very first episode. Kenny was right. It was only him that got hurt, and never them. "Dude.. your right. Ive never thought of that..." Stan was bewildered. "I know. Know one ever notices Kenny. Hes just a little boy with an orange jacket. No one pay him any attention." Kenny mocked. "Kenny felt something touch his hand. It was a warm mitten, worn by Stan Marsh. "I can make you feel better. Im really sorry we ignored you, but we will protect you from now on. Your a member of our group too, and we cant just leave you out. Im so sorry." Kenny was squeezed into a hug. "Your right. This does make me feel better.." said Kenny. "Then this will make you really even happier." Stan pulled Kennys pants down and began to lick Kennys unerect cock. Kennys eyes widened in shock. "Wait! This isnt right! Youre another boy!" Kenny found it quite enjoyable, but the thought of another boy on him was disturbing. His cock began to grow longer and harder. "Just relax. Youll feel a slight tickle sensation." Kennys cock was now full length. 5 inches long, quite long for an 8 year old. And Kenny could see Stans manhood bulging in his pants.

He began to feel slight tickle-like feelings. Kinda like when you pee, but a little bit more. He could feel Stans tongue wrap itself around the head of his cock. And he watched a half of his cock disappeared into the boy's mouth. This made the tickle feelings more intense. But before he knew it, his cock was visible again. Stan had took it out of his mouth and began to jack it off. "Its ok if you grab mine." Stan said, pointing at the 6 inch cock sticking up out of his pants. Kenny hesitated at first, but he felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside of him, and he wrapped his hand around Stans cock. He began with a slow rhythm, massaging the other boys manhood with slowly increasing speeds.

The tickle sensations got more and more intense, until they started to get less and less. Then, without warning, they sky rocketed. It was so intense, that Kenny leaned backwards. He had never felt anything like it before. And he found white liquid splashing all over Stans hand and his bed. He had experienced his first orgasm. Stan wiped the white liquids on the wall. But then, the rhythm of the other boys handmassaging his manhood made him go into orgasm as well. And more white liquid spilled onto Kennys bed. "God Kenny, your good at this. Alot beter than I expected." Stan had never been so happy in his entire life. Kenny fell down on his back, breathing hard. "I feel so much better now. The incident is out of my mind forever." Kenny said. Stan leaned forward, and they kissed passionately.

But little did they know that a certain Eric Cartman was watching the whole thing from Kennys window. And after he saw Stan leave, he left the house, angrier than he had ever been before. He would find a way to get revenge on Stan for taking his boyfriend. One way or another. TO BE CONTINUED