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Little Killers

Part Two

There were some real loud noises in the alley, so I woke up before Rico had to wake me. He was leaning out the window, his sweet naked ass pointed right at me, so sweet I started getting hard again right off the bat. I guess he heard me, because he said, "Shhh! Jean Paul! Come look!"

He sounded excited enough that I just jumped out of our bed and ran over to the window, and looked down the four stories. I was just in time to see one guy, maybe a Puerto Rican or a Dominican, kind of stagger out of the alley. There was another guy just laying there. He was a pretty big black guy in a gray suit and a red tie and a big red stain spreading across his white shirt.

"Oh, shit," I said.

"I saw him fall over," Rico told me. "He looks like he's dead."

"Yeah," I agreed, "he sure looks like he's dead."

"Should we call the cops?" Rico asked me.

"If he's dead," I said, "it don't make no difference, and we'll just get tangled up with the cops. We don't need that."

The red stain spread out from the guy's white shirt to his gray suit to a puddle of red on the concrete. If he wasn't dead yet, he would be dead by the time the cops showed up. That's when I noticed he still had a gun in his hand, and started pulling on my clothes as fast as I could.

"Where are you going?" Rico asked me.

"There's a gun down there," I said. "I'm getting it."

"But what if the cops come?" he wanted to know.

"Even if somebody called them, they won't show up for a half-hour at least. You lived here long enough to know that."

"So you still want to shoot Fat Ralphie?"

"Maybe," I said. "I'm not sure. But I want that gun."

..........

I'd never held a gun before, and Rico didn't even want to touch it. I kept my fingers away from the trigger, because I didn't want it to go off, at least not yet. I knew from TV that guns had "safeties," but I didn't know where this gun's "safety" was, or whether it was on or off. I could tell, though, that it was the kind of gun where you pushed a "clip" up in the handle, not the revolver type from the cowboy movies.

Best of all, it was kind of a little gun, so I figured a kind of little kid like me could handle it without getting knocked over on his ass. It would fit in my jacket pocket too. Fat Ralphie would never know what hit him. Or, better yet, he would know it was me, and then take a little time to die.

I needed a place to hide it, and I started to lift up our mattress.

"No!" Rico yelled. "What if we're jiggling around and it goes off and shoots us?"

Well, that kind of made sense, because him and me did a lot of jiggling around, especially when our moms weren't home. "Maybe the closet," I said, but thinking right away it was a bad idea because we only had the one closet, and everybody shared it.

"No," Rico said, "the chest of drawers. You can hang it down by a rope or something behind the chest of drawers, if you really think you have to keep it. But couldn't you just wipe away your fingerprints like they do on TV and pitch it out the window? Hell, the stiff is still down there, and nobody came yet."

I found some heavy cord and a fat tack, and hung it down behind the chest of drawers. It was a good hiding place.

..........

Our moms got home later than usual, but the restaurant guy gave them some leftover roast beef and mac-and-cheese to bring home for us, so we ate pretty good. Then we all sat down on our moms' beds to watch some TV. We didn't have homework because our teachers didn't bother to give it because nobody did it anyway.

When CSI was over, Rico's mom told us to get in the shower. "Why?" Rico asked.

"Because neither one of you has had a bath in three days," she told us, "and the teachers will think we're bad parents. We don't need Social Services up here."

We really wanted to watch Law & Order, but showering was not so bad, because we'd taken baths and showers together all our lives, and since we'd been allowed to do it on our own, it was just another chance to fool around. We grabbed some clean underpants from the chest of drawers, and went into the bathroom. It was a pretty big bathroom for a small apartment, with a really big tub that stood up on legs shaped like lions' feet. I turned on the faucet so the hot water could come up from the basement while we stripped.

Okay, we fooled around a lot that afternoon, but it didn't mean we weren't ready for more. When we got old enough to shoot wads, we needed to rest a little, but back then we were always ready for more. Rico flipped the selector from tub to shower, we grabbed a couple of miniature bars of Cashmere Bouquet, and we got in. By the time we were all wet, both of us had popped stiffies, so that's where we started soaping each other. We had to keep it quiet, though, so our moms wouldn't hear.

"Jean Paul," Rico said, as I moved my little soap bar around to between his ass cheeks, "remember what I asked you this afternoon when you were all worked up about Fat Ralphie?"

I didn't remember. All I remembered was being really mad at Fat Ralphie, and the fun of licking Rico's ass.

"I asked you if you wanted to stick your dick in my hole. And you said no. Do you want to try it now?"

I was a little confused, because mostly, in the tub, we just soaped and rubbed each other, and maybe did a little sucking after the soap was washed off. Then again, if I could stick my tongue up his ass, why not my dick? "Uh, how do you want to do it?" I asked.

"Keep soaping me back there," he said, "and when everything's good and soapy, try putting a finger up inside."

I had thought about putting a finger up his hole, especially after it was good and wet from my tongue, but I never did it. The soap, though, I figured, would make it real slippery. Maybe it would work. And if my finger fit up there, it made sense that my boner would too. It was a little longer than my finger, but not especially fat.

"Turn around," I said, "so I can see what I'm doing."

He turned around, bent over, and grabbed the tub spigot. I looked at his ass, so wet and shiny and kind of saying "Eat me," but it was still pretty soapy, and I didn't want soap in my mouth, and he didn't want my tongue up there this time. He wanted my finger. And my dick.

I rubbed more Cashmere Bouquet in his crack, and rubbed it down between his legs to his dick, mostly to see how hard he was. He was really hard.

I rubbed some more soap on my hand, and ran my middle finger all around his hole. He started breathing harder, but not so loud that our moms could hear. Then I started pushing that middle finger inside him. He got tight for a second, then went all loose, and my finger slipped right in to the second knuckle. He breathed even harder, and whispered, "That's so good, Jean Paul. Do it more."

So I pumped my finger in and out five or six times, and it seemed like Rico really liked it. He liked it so much that I was afraid our moms might hear, but I guess the sound of the shower was loud enough to hide his grunting and groaning.

"Now take out your finger," he told me, "and put in your dick."

I did, pausing only long enough to put more soap on my boner, since most of it had washed away while I was fingering him. It was different from getting sucked, and I wasn't sure which I liked better. He was so hot up there, which was real nice. But he didn't have a tongue up there, which was less nice. But his ass gripped my whole dick at the same time, which was great.

I was such a retard, though, that I was just thinking about all that when he said, "Don't just leave it there, fuck me."

So I started pumping. I knew that much. And after the first time it fell out, I was careful not to let that happen again. And I wondered if it meant that he would want to do it to me, which left me a little uneasy. And I still hadn't figured out if I liked his ass better than his mouth, but I thought his ass was a pretty nice place for my dick.

After a minute or so, he got the tinglies, but I kept on until I got them too. He let go of the spigot, stood up straight, turned around, and kissed me on the mouth, tongue poking against mine. As we hugged each other under the warm water, I reached around and stuck a finger back up his ass. It was very nice, and I knew we would do it again.

Then we just rinsed, dried, put on our clean underpants, and came out of the bathroom to kiss our moms goodnight. As usual, both of us kissed both moms, and they both squeezed both of our little underpanted bottoms.

It wasn't until we were in bed, and Rico was already half asleep, that I thought about the gun hanging behind the chest of drawers. Rico was right -- it was very scary -- but I still wanted it. I wasn't sure I really wanted to kill Fat Ralphie, but I wanted that gun.

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