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Little Killers

Part Four

We were all leaning out the window, showing Danny the chalk outline and the bloodstain down in the alley, which he thought was pretty cool. I was feeling up his ass, because it was just such a nice, soft, pink ass that I couldn't resist, when he turned to me and said, "You could still fuck me if you want."

"I already said I wouldn't tell," I answered him.

"It don't matter," he told me. "I been fucked plenty of times, and you just got a little one anyway."

Rico piped up. "We was thinking maybe you could suck off both of us at the same time."

Danny looked at our little dicks, which were all stiff again. Danny's was getting stiff too, and he seemed to be finished crying for a while. "Okay, I'll try."

So Rico and me stood next to each other and turned until our boners were touching, and Danny got on his knees and put his head between our bellies and tried to get both our dicks in his mouth. He could sort of do it, but mostly our dicks were too short, because when his head was in there they weren't touching anymore. It wasn't too good.

Then Rico got an idea, because Rico always gets ideas. We stood face to face, with our dicks and balls pushed together, and then leaned backwards, holding onto each other's shoulders. Danny bent over, stuck his head in between us, and was able to get both our dick heads and even a little more in his mouth. Boys, you know, are pretty bendy, so we managed to fuck his mouth and rub our wet dicks together at the same time. Rico got the tinglies before me, but when I felt him go, I did too. It was not the most comfortable way we ever did it, but it was different, and Danny was damn good with his tongue.

Then we figured it was our turn to do Danny, but first I wanted to make sure Danny was pretty clean. I don't think I'm prejudiced, but the memory of Danny fucking little black Anton kind of bothered me, so I got a wet washcloth from the bathroom and cleaned up both his dick and his ass. As you probably figured out, I kind of wanted to lick his ass while Rico was sucking his dick.

We did it laying on the bed. Rico could get Danny's whole dick and balls into his mouth at the same time, just like he could mine. He must have been doing a good job, judging by the noises Danny was making, although I figure my tongue up Danny's hole was helping a lot. His ass was even prettier than Rico's -- maybe the prettiest ass I ever saw, and I loved licking it -- but I loved Rico, so Rico's ass still was my favorite.

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While we put our clothes back on, Danny told us about St. Anselm's school. It was a school for boys who, according to the social workers, might be "a danger to themselves or others." Danny got put there because he talked about killing himself after his mother got killed in the car crash, and his father could not be bothered with him. He has an older brother named Chris, but Chris had a job so their father kept him. Danny went to "the school."

It was run by some kind of "brothers." I'm not Catholic, so I don't know one bunch of brothers from the next, but Brother Robert tuned in on Danny pretty fast, beating out a couple of other "brothers" who also thought he was hot. Brother Robert shared him around a little, but it was usually Brother Robert's big dick stabbing up Danny's ten-year-old ass. It wasn't just the fucking, though.

Brother Robert always found some way Danny had "misbehaved," which meant that Danny had to have a spanking first before his fucking. "It wasn't so bad," Danny told us, "when he did it with his hand. I almost got to like that, you know, because I was over his lap and at least he was touching me. But usually he used a wooden paddle, with me bent over his desk. I had to sleep on my stomach those nights."

Danny figured he was in trouble again when he told Father somebody-or-another about kind of liking the hand spankings when he went to Confession one day. The Father got him to tell the whole story of what was going on, and a few days later Robert and some of the other brothers who'd been fucking Danny disappeared. After that, they said Danny was "cured," and could go back to his father. Nobody knew where his father was, though, so he went into foster care. The last thing they told him before he left was he could never tell anybody about Brother Robert or the other guys or he'd go to hell.

"I guess I'll see them in hell," he told us. "Can't be any worse than St. Anselm's."

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After Danny went back to Mrs. Murphy's, I fished out the Beretta 3032 and put on the safety. There was a button that let the thing that held the bullets fall out, and I discovered there were five bullets left in it, and room for maybe a few more. I didn't put it back in. I figured out how to "tilt" the barrel, like it said on the internet, and found another bullet all ready to shoot. I took that bullet out and managed to get it into the holder thing, but just the same, Rico was not happy.

"It's safe now," I told him. "We could put it under the mattress."

"It's not safe," he said. "It's a fucking gun."

Well, I guess he was right about that, but it was my fucking gun. I'd forgot about killing Fat Ralphie and was thinking about killing Brother Robert, except we didn't know where he was. One thing I was sure of, though, was that there were people out there who needed killing. I hung the gun back down behind the chest of drawers, and hid the bullet holder thing under the mattress.

When our moms got home, we made hamburgers in the broiler and french fries in the microwave and watched "Sex in the City."

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The next morning, Fat Ralphie managed to catch us on the way to school, but we hid our breakfast and lunch money in our sneakers. "We ain't got no money today, Ralphie," Rico told him, using that innocent face again. We got to eat bananas before we left home, but we don't get no lunch today. Our moms is broke."

Ralphie shoved his fat hands in all our pockets and dumped out our backpacks on the sidewalk. Then he grabbed Rico and rammed one of his fat fists right in Rico's belly. I got down next to him, looked up at Ralphie, and said, "Oh shit, Ralphie, he can hardly breathe! Look what you did! So help me, if he dies, I will kill you with gasoline and matches."

Rico was gasping so hard, even Ralphie looked nervous. It wasn't until later that I thought of how if Ralphie had hit me that hard, in the chest, I probably would have died, because of my heart surgery when I was little. I was back to wanting to kill him again.

Rico and me were late for school, and missed breakfast that morning, even though we still had the money to pay for it. I did not pay a lot of attention that day, and the drawing I made in art class was full of knives and guns and people getting killed. Ms. Garofola, the art teacher, wanted to talk to me about it, but I just told her I was in a bad mood.

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Danny was not in our class, but he caught up with us after school. "You guys were nice to me yesterday," he said, "and I thought maybe we could be friends."

Rico gave him a big grin, and said, "Okay. We like you too, you know." Rico is like that, and I think that might be part of why I love him so much. Rico is good. He is a lot gooder than me.

We stopped at Yogi's and bought chocolate milk with the breakfast money we never got a chance to spend, and went back to the apartment. And after we had the chocolate milk, we went to the back room and got naked and started messing around. I thought it was a little funny not being just me and Rico, but Danny wanted to be with us so bad. He even said we could spank him if we wanted.

Well, I didn't want to, but Rico said he'd give it a try, but not hard. I will admit that in a little while I was yanking at my boner while Danny was breathing hard, and I think he probably got the tinglies. Rico never really hit him hard, but he kept up those little slaps until Danny's ass was all bright pink, or maybe even red. I looked at that red ass and I really wanted to fuck it, but I was afraid Rico might get mad.

Then Rico said, "It's okay, Jean Paul. Feel it up, and feel how warm it got."

Maybe I was supposed to feel it with my hand, but I felt it with my face. I couldn't resist, and it felt really warm. I kissed it, and rubbed my nose and my eyes and my mouth and chin all around. I stuck my tongue in his crack, but I was kind of hoping Rico wouldn't notice. He noticed.

"Danny," Rico said, "I think Jean Paul wants to fuck you. Is that okay?"

It was okay. Danny stayed there over Rico's lap while I climbed on top. I guess some lube would have made it better, but my tongue had wet him up pretty good, and I slipped in real easy. I guess if you had some nasty Catholic grownup brother up your ass, a little one like mine was no big deal.

Rico spanked me a little while I was fucking Danny. It was not hard, but hard enough to keep my tinglies from coming on too soon.

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