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Little Killers

Part Six

You know, I think our school must have got the idea that the moms were a lesbo couple, because when Rico called in to say we were both sick, imitating his mom's voice just about perfect, they never asked to talk to my mom about me. We thought that was funny.

So, anyway, Rico did his mom's voice when he called St. Anselm's school to try to find out where fucking Brother Robert was at and, big surprise, he was right back at St. Anselm's. Once they'd got rid of Danny and a couple of other kids, it looked like, they just brought him right back to beat and rape some new boys. They said he'd been "on sabbatical," which I guess is what they call it when you're on vacation between beating and raping boys. Maybe he got to beat and rape some other boys in between, but we won't never know that.

Danny was being difficult. "Jean Paul," he told me, "you can't just go around killing people. You could get in so much trouble. And it's bad! And you could get caught!"

It was kind of true, but then Rico had an idea. "What if we didn't kill him, but just shot him in in the dick a few times? Maybe blow his balls off?"

Danny had to think about that. "Well, that sounds kind of fair, I guess, but he could still beat on kids. Maybe even harder. And you guys could still get in big trouble. He'd see your faces, and he'd rat on you."

Rico just shook his head. "No, the only reason a guy would get his dick blown off is if he put it someplace somebody really didn't like. Me, I don't think nobody would say nothing to the cops. If he bleeds out, they'll just send him to some fucking Catholic hospital and say he had a heart attack. If he lives, I'm thinking they'll send him to do something like changing diapers on old people. And that's what he deserves."

"And if he dies," Danny said, "he'll go to hell." I guess that no matter what they did to him, Danny was still Catholic.

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Me, I was not too happy with all the spanking shit. I mean, it kind of made me feel like Danny thought he deserved to be punished, even though he never done nothing bad except give Brother Robert a hardon, and that sure wasn't his fault.

So I said, "Danny, how about you just let us treat your ass real nice? I mean, it's so cute and soft and ... well, you know ... kind of perky."

"Yeah," he answered, "you just want to lick my hole some more, Jean Paul. You don't understand. When I get spanked just a little -- not like fucking Brother Robert used to beat on me -- but just a little -- it gets to feeling all warm and tingly, and wanting a dick up inside. But if that's what you want, I'll just drop my pants and let you play with it all you like."

Naturally, we wanted him all naked, and he was okay with that, so we stripped him. It's more fun to strip a kid than when he takes his clothes off himself. Rico even was tickling him a little, and he was real ticklish under his arms and on his sides. We didn't do it too much, though, because a little tickling is fun, but after that it stops being fun and then you pee yourself.

Sure enough, by the time I was pulling off his socks he had a stiffie, and Rico dived right down to suck on it. Me, I was looking at the insides of his legs, and just amazed by how smooth and soft and white they was, so I just had to put my face on them and rub my nose and my cheeks up and down. I got to tell you the truth, Danny's body was even nicer than Rico's, even though I loved Rico best of anybody in the world, including my mom.

And even though Rico was having a good time with Danny's dick and Danny was having a good time with Rico's mouth, I got a little selfish and said, "Okay, let's turn him over now." So we kind of pushed him over on his belly, and Rico stuck his hand up between Danny's legs so he could keep playing with Danny's stiffie even if he couldn't suck it no more. And me, I went right back to the insides of Danny's legs, except the backs of his legs had more meat on them than the fronts, so it was even better. And then I moved up to one beautiful butt cheek.

"Spanking," he said. "Please, you guys, spank me! Just a little!"

It looked like Rico was going to give in and do it, but it would have been left-handed, and probably not so good anyway when I stopped him and said, "Love bites!"

So that's what we did. I nibbled his left butt cheek, and Rico nibbled his right, and Rico kept on rubbing his stiffie, and I got in a couple of licks on his hole and wet my finger and pushed it right up there, and we kept giving him those little love bites. Sure enough, he got off real good, no spanking required.

Then Rico decided Danny's ass would be real nice to fuck, so he did it. And then I fucked Danny too, and played with his hard little nipples while I was doing it, and he was kind of going on overload because I had him up on his knees, and Rico was underneath sucking him, and he kind of lost it and started shaking all over like some kind of spazz.

Then Danny was done, so I fucked Rico too, and he was making enough noise for the hooker across the alley to hear, and I bet she looked out her window wondering when the competition moved in, but she wouldn't have been able to see us. Maybe the guy one floor above her and one window over might have seen something, but I know he wouldn't have said nothing because he would have wanted a chance to see it again.

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So the moms went to work the next morning, and Danny went to school, but not me and Rico. He called up in his mom's voice and said we both threw up the night before, so we were staying home sick. I got the Tomcat from behind the chest of drawers, pushed in the clip from under the mattress, and stuck it in my pocket. It was such a nice little gun, and so easy to hide.

We could have used our lunch money to take the bus to St. Anselm's, but we didn't want nobody to see us, so we walked. Some old lady yelled out, "Why ain't you kids in school yet?" and I answered back, "Because we're late." It took us about an hour. When we got there, we could see some of the brothers teaching kids in some of the rooms on the first floor. It wasn't hard getting in. We just walked in the front door.

Danny had told us where to find Brother Robert's office. Nobody stopped us because nobody even saw us. The hallway was empty. There was even a sign on the door saying it was Brother Robert's room. Rico knocked, and nobody answered, so we just went in. It wasn't locked -- not then.

"Are we just gonna stand here," Rico asked, "or should we hide?"

"We can just wait," I told him. "And after he comes in and I shoot him in the dick, we can go out that window." It was the kind of window that is really a door, and there was what looked like a little garden outside, except it was winter, so there was no flowers or nothing like that.

"Let's wait out there," he said. "It ain't too cold out, and we can see if he's alone, and surprise him. I don't want to shoot nobody don't deserve it." I agreed, so we went out in the garden, and looked in through the glass door.

It was only about five minutes before a loud bell rang, and only a couple of minutes after that when we saw the office door open and a tall, skinny man with a red face come in dragging along a little boy who looked like, maybe, a fourth grader. The office door got locked. "You misbehaved very badly today," he said to the kid, "and you have to be punished. Lower your pants and bend over my desk."

The kid was already crying, and when he dropped his pants you could tell from the look of his ass he'd been punished not that long ago. Brother Robert -- we knew it was him -- grabbed this thing looked like a cross between a canoe paddle and a baseball bat. Whatever it was, it was ugly. Real ugly.

Rico said, "Oh shit, Jean Paul, we got to do it now! Right now!"

So we come in through the garden door, and I got my gun out and the safety off, and I tell him to back away from the kid. And he sees the gun, and he backs off. And then I tell him to drop the fucking paddle. And he just looks at me. And I guess my hands was shaking, and he was figuring he could knock the gun right out of my hand, and he probably was right. Maybe I could have pulled the trigger, but I was shaking so hard, I probably would have missed him.

Rico was right next to me. I guess he saw what was happening, because he took the gun out of my hands and shot the fucker right in the crotch, dead on, three times. Brother Robert grabbed himself, and blood was coming out from between his fingers. Then he just fell down on the floor.

Rico is better than me, and a lot braver than me, but I was the one who went up to the kid and whispered in his ear, "We're a young guy with a red jacket and red sneakers. That's all you saw."

We cut out the garden door, and took off.

..........

We used our leftover lunch money to buy the paper the next day. Brother Robert made it in, I guess, because he was more important than the black dude died in our alley. Brother Robert didn't die, but he was seriously fucked up. The Church didn't want to say he was shot in the dick, but the cops told the reporters anyway. Everyone figured it had to be someone he molested, to get shot in the crotch, and a bunch of older guys with alibis told the cops he'd beat their asses and fucked them when they'd been at St. Anselm's, and they all sued.

They actually questioned Danny, but he'd been in school all day, and he didn't tell them about the ass fucking because, I guess, he was embarrassed. Anyway, his foster parents were crazy Catholic, and never would have sued. They probably figured he deserved the beatings, even if they could see he was one of the sweetest kids ever. Brother Robert said he could not remember who shot him in the dick, and he never went to jail because the guys who sued the Church were already too old, but he cost the Church a shitload of money, so I figure he's off someplace changing old people's diapers.

I sold the gun to a gang-banger for fifty bucks, although I could have got more if I bargained. I didn't. I just wanted to get rid of it, and fifty bucks was a lot of Snickers and Gummi Bears and stuff, and we found a homeless guy to buy us a six-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade, and Rico and Danny and me got real drunk one Saturday afternoon.

The moms were not happy.

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