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Little Killers

Part Five

That night, in bed, I said to Rico, "Don't you think it's weird that Danny lets us spank him?"

"He likes it," Danny replied. "He really had the stiffest stiffie when I was doing it to him, and I think he would have got off even if you hadn't fucked him. Just from getting spanked."

"But why does he like it?" I insisted.

Danny shrugged. "People like different things. You like licking assholes. That's a little weird too, ain't it"

It was my turn to shrug. I got out of bed to pee. Passing through the front room I turned off the TV because the moms had fallen asleep. While I was peeing, I thought about how Fat Ralphie had hit Rico so hard, and how I wished I'd had my gun along so I could shoot him. I couldn't take it along to school, though, because of the metal detector. Maybe I could find him on the weekend and shoot him then.

"How's your belly?" I asked Rico when I got back to bed.

"I'm okay now. But that was the hardest anybody ever hit me."

"If I can find him this weekend, I'm going to shoot him."

Rico grabbed me hard, and said, "Jean Paul, don't. They'll catch you and send you to juvey or even to jail, and then I won't have you no more." I could feel his tears on my cheek.

"I won't get caught," I promised.

..........

I woke up early again the next morning, and I was looking out the window at the white outline and the brown stain. I guess Rico missed me from bed, because he woke up too, just a little later.

"Jean Paul," he said, "you really liked fucking Danny yesterday, didn't you?"

I had to shrug, and say, "Well, you got to admit he's got a really cute ass. But I don't love his ass as much as I love yours."

"Then come fuck me, Jean Paul. Fuck me like I'm the the best in the world for you."

Well, he was the best in the world for me, so I pulled down his underpants and tongued him real good until he was all slippery, and then I got up behind him and shoved my dick in, and reached around to grab his boner, and put it up him as hard as I could.

I thought it was fine, but he wanted better. He squeezed me out, flipped onto his back, and pulled up his legs. "Do it like this, Jean Paul. So we can kiss. And we kissed. And we fucked. And we kissed and fucked until we heard the moms' alarm clock go off, and we had to stop. So we turned our backs on each other, because we knew one of them would be in to "wake us up" any minute.

..........

We went a different way to school that morning, trying to stay our of Fat Ralphie's way. We went a couple of blocks off to one side, and came back on the far side of the school. It didn't do us no good. Ralphie come down a stoop right in front of us, and said, "Trying to get sneaky, huh?"

Rico said, "Shit, Ralphie, we got some money today. Just don't hit us. Okay?" He fished in his pocket and pulled out sixty-five cents, which was what reduced price breakfast and lunch cost. I started to do the same, but Ralphie grabbed me by the collar and gave me a shake.

"But you ain't learned your lesson yet," he grinned at me, "and you better do that." He pulled back his fist, and I knew it was aimed right at the middle of my chest. And I knew I was going to die right there, on the sidewalk, on my way to sixth grade. And I knew he was still too young to get officially killed for killing me. I just wanted to disappear, go someplace into my imagination where shit like that didn't happen.

Rico jumped on his punching arm, trying to hold him back. Ralphie just tossed him off. I was going to be dead. Oh, how I wished I had that gun along!

It all happened real fast, but I just caught a little glimpse of Danny running up. He had a brick in his hand, probably from one of the falling down buildings, or whatever. He bashed the corner of that brick into the back of Ralphie's head, and Ralphie went down hard. There was blood rushing out of the hole in Ralphie's skull, and Ralphie was collapsed on his fat belly on the sidewalk.

"Oh, shit," Rico said, "we gotta get out of here, fast." We ran. Naturally, it was Rico grabbed up the brick and threw it down a sewer a block away.

..........

Fat Ralphie didn't die, although he got pretty fucked up, according to what we heard on the street, and they had to put a metal plate in his head to close up the hole in his skull. Either he forgot how it happened to him or he just didn't want to say, because the cops never came to see us. Anyway, we never seen him again. I don't know if his family moved away or what, but it didn't matter, because we never seen him again.

We didn't know that by after school, though, so me and Rico made up a story where the one that hit him from behind was a high school kid, a black kid with a red jacket and red sneakers, so they'd never think it was Danny. We caught up with Danny at lunch, and I thanked him for saving my life, which he didn't know he'd done. So I pulled up my t-shirt and showed him my heart surgery scar, and told him how if I'd got hit there I probably would have died.

He didn't come home with us that afternoon after school, because we didn't know if cops would be around. Then it was the weekend, and my mom was off Saturday, and Rico's mom was off Sunday, but we met up with Danny at Yogi's both days and went out to the park and found some places people didn't much go and managed to do some sucking each other off kind of in private, but with all our clothes on. Well, it was better than nothing.

Before we headed home on Sunday, I told Danny how I really owed him for saving my life, and how I had a way to pay him back.

"You don't have to pay me back," he said. "I hated that fat fuck. He always called Anton 'little nigger,' and he called all us kids from Mrs. Murphy's 'free lunchies.' I liked hitting him with that brick."

I only thought about it for about a second, but then I said, "Danny, I got a gun. I wanna kill Brother Robert for you."

"It don't matter," Danny said. "You can't undo what he done to me. And you'll just get in a lot of trouble. And I don't know where he is. The Church could of sent him anywhere."

Then Rico chimed in, and said it was time for me to get rid of the gun anyway, because Danny had done the job on Fat Ralphie, and killing somebody, anybody, was not a good idea.

I was kind of stubborn. I told them how, wherever he was, he was probably beating some other boy and raping him up the ass. And we ought to stop him if we could. They didn't say nothing. So we all just hugged and went home.

..........

I fished the 3032 Tomcat out from behind the chest of drawers. I pulled the magazine, which is what I found out the bullet holder thing was called, from under the mattress, and pushed it in place. I switched off the safety, and started pointing it all over the place, holding it with two hands, like the real cops did on TV.

"Shit, Jean Paul," Rico yelled, "put the fucking thing away before you kill me."

I figured he was right, and was about to do just that, when I looked out the window and saw some black guy in a suit beating on the hooker across the alley. He looked a lot too snazzy to be one of her usual johns, so I figured he was her pimp. And I figured if I aimed real good and didn't shake, I could kill him. I mean, I didn't actually know the hooker -- only jacked off to her sometimes -- but I could save her from that fucking pimp beating the shit out of her.

I pushed open the window and steadied the gun on the windowsill. I didn't shoot. I had to save the gun for fucking Brother Robert, for what he done to Danny. The hooker was on her own.

..........

When nobody asked us nothing about Ralphie by Monday morning, we figured it was okay for Danny to come back to the apartment. It was Rico, naturally, who figured out what we would do. We all got naked, and Rico laid on his back with Danny's cock in his mouth, and I was supposed to give Danny his spanking. Me, I didn't much want to do that, but his ass was so soft and so round and so sweet, I gave it a try.

I was real gentle. You could hardly hear my hand smacking his butt until he said, "It ain't working. You got to do it harder."

I did it a little harder, so you actually could hear the "smack, smack" against his butt. He started fucking Rico's mouth faster, and then he said, "Jean Paul, more! Please, more!'"

So I pulled back my arm and gave him one solid smack I sure wouldn't have wanted to feel, and then he was pushing hard at Rico's mouth, and then he was kind of grunting, "More. Please. More."

So I got him with a couple more hard smacks, and he kind of sounded like he was getting some pretty powerful tinglies, so I climbed on top and shoved my dick up his ass. I hadn't bothered licking him or spitting on my dick or nothing, but his hole was all slick and slippery and waiting. It was a real good fuck.

When we were done, I said, "We gotta do Rico. It's only fair."

Back in those days, my boners lasted forever -- or, at least, came back a minute later -- so I fucked Rico, which is what he liked best, while Danny sucked him. I think Rico had a pretty good time.

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