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Little Killers

Part One


Me and Rico are best friends -- almost brothers. Us and our moms lived together in the same apartment since Rico and me was real little. Our moms work the laundry at some big hotel downtown, and the pay is crummy, so they decided to save on rent.


We never met our fathers. All my mom will tell me about mine is that he was a lying sack of shit. I don't think Rico's mom even knows who the hell his father was. Well, it don't matter. We have each other.


When you come in our apartment house, you have to walk up the stairs to the fourth floor. Me and Rico don't much mind, but our moms wish there was an elevator when they're bringing in the groceries. You open the door to Apartment 4B, and walk down a long, narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway is the bathroom, but you turn right before you walk into the bathroom, unless you have to pee, and you're in the front room. There are two beds where out moms sleep, a table and chairs, and the TV. Along one wall are the stove, the refrigerator, and the sink.


Pass through the front room and you get to the back room, which is smaller than the front room. That's where the closet is, and the chest of drawers, and the bed where me and Rico sleep. The room is not big enough for us to have separate beds, so we've slept together most of our lives.


There's one window in the front room, and one in the back room, and one in the bathroom. All three look out on the alley. There's another building maybe ten feet away, and there's a hooker lives in the apartment across from me and Rico's bedroom. We watched her giving guys blowjobs way back before we knew what a hooker was, and I guess that's what gave us the idea to suck each other's dicks, but it was so long ago I can't remember. We've been sucking each other's dicks since we were very, very small.


Our school is two blocks away, so we walk there and back. It only goes up to sixth grade, which is the grade we are in, but it still has a metal detector at the front door. In our neighborhood, you never know.


So we are laying around in bed one afternoon after school, and Rico has pulled down my pants and is sucking on my little boner, but it's not as good as usual because something is on my mind, and that something is Fat Ralphie. Fat Ralphie would be a high school kid if he ever went to school. He is the kind of fat that makes it hard for him to get his ass wiped enough, so he always smells like shit. He gets his money by taking it off littler kids like me and Rico, and he got our money that morning.


Now both of us are on reduced price breakfast and lunch at school, but I guess we are not poor enough to get them free, like some of the kids. Anyway, we told the cafeteria lady what happened, and she felt sorry for us, especially when Rico started crying, so she fed us free like the really poor kids, but I was still mad.


"I wish I could kill Fat Ralphie," I said to Rico, who raised his head from my crotch long enough to say, "You would really do that, Jean Paul?"


"Yes," I said. "If I could get a gun, I would shoot him right in his fat face."


I stewed a minute or so longer, then said to Rico, "Take off your pants. I want to do you for a while, and maybe I'll be able to forget about Fat Ralphie."


I love Rico's body. He always has a sweet smell, maybe from the miniature Cashmere Bouquet soaps our moms bring home from the hotel, but some of it has to be him, because I don't think I smell near as sweet as he does, and I use the same little free soaps.


He pulled off his sneakers and his socks, then dropped his pants and his boxers. Finally, he pulled his t-shirt over his head. Rico likes to be all naked when I do him, and I like it too because I like to kiss him and lick him all over, and save his dick and balls for last. I know that sounds gay, but we didn't think we were gay because we always got boners and yanked at ourselves when we watched the hooker across the alley walking around her apartment topless. Anyway, we never messed around with other boys -- just each other.


I decided it might be nice if I were naked too, so I untied my hi-tops and kicked them off, then stepped out of the pants that were already around my ankles. I hesitated a little before I pulled off my shirt, but then thought the hell with it. Rico already had seen my "zipper," from the heart surgery I had when I was a little kid, about a million times. The docs said I should still take it easy. I didn't take it too easy with Rico, though. He was way too hot.


He got a big grin on his face when I lay down and pushed my body right up next to his, feeling how warm and soft he was. I grabbed his beautiful butt with one hand, and used the other behind his head to push our faces together. He opened his mouth so I could shove my tongue in. We saw that in a movie, and when we tried it, it was nice, so we did it all the time -- even with our clothes on. It was better naked, though.


Then I kissed down his chin and his neck until I got to his chest. His nipples stick out more than most boys' do, and I liked licking them, and he liked when I did it. It's not like they were tits or anything -- he was all boy -- but his nips would get hard and stand up, and he'd squirm around like crazy until he couldn't stand any more and pushed my head down to his belly.


I loved his belly too. It was flat, but just a little bit soft, with a really cute innie I licked very gently. If I stuck my tongue in too hard, he said it hurt, and I never ever wanted to hurt him.


Meanwhile, the hand that started behind his head was squeezing his butt, and the hand that started squeezing his butt was rubbing up and down his totally smooth legs. His legs were slim, but not skinny, and they felt terrific to me. I moved my face down to his legs, and just rubbed it up and down, and it felt so good. Yes, I skipped over his dick and balls, but like I said, I liked to save them for last.


I gave him a little push, and he knew that meant it was time for him to turn over, so he did. The backs of his legs were softer and more delicious than the fronts. Best of all, they led me right up to his ass, which is the best ass you ever could imagine. I pushed my face right in, and just loved it so much.


Like I said, he always smelled sweet, and that included his ass. I pushed his legs apart, and got in between them, and started licking that couple inches of soft skin between his hole and his balls. I don't know what it's called, if it's even got a name. I just called it delicious.


Then I moved my face up so I could lap at his hole. I invented that myself, never thinking that anybody else would do something that weird, but I guess some people do. It always got him really hot and horny, though, and the feeling of his ass cheeks squeezing my face cheeks made me even hotter and hornier.


I curled my tongue (I can do that) and pushed it at his hole, and he let me squeeze it in an inch or so. Then I backed off so he could flip back over, and then I took his entire little cock and balls into my mouth. (Rico was smaller than me, so it wasn't that hard.)


I sucked him and tongued him so good, he was like having a fit, wiggling and shaking all over. He also made a lot of noise, but people were always making those noises in our apartment house, so it didn't matter.


"I feel good," he told me after his fit passed over. "How about you, Jean Paul?"


"Better," I said, "much better. But I still want to kill Fat Ralphie."


"You could stick it up my ass," he suggested. That was something we'd heard about on the playground, but still hadn't tried. "Maybe if you stuck it up my ass, you could stop thinking about killing Fat Ralphie."


I just grabbed him, and hugged him, and kissed him. "That's okay. Not this time, buddy. Just hold me. And wake me up so we can get dressed before our moms get home."


I guess we figured out, early on, how it would be better if our moms didn't know how we messed around. Well, maybe they knew and they didn't care. I won't ever ask, that's for sure.


I fell asleep in Rico's arms just a few minutes later. He felt so soft. And so smooth. I'll never love anybody more, and, if that's gay, I don't give a shit.


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