“Hey—!” Hogg said loudly.

Denny shut up.

Sliding under the wheel, Hogg looked out his window.

“It’s all …” Denny began again, then stopped.

Hogg opened his door, wide.

I looked across him.

The kid stood in front of the hedge. Joined hands dangled before his lap.

“Hey,” Hogg said roughly. “What you starin’ at?”

The light that came on in the cab when the door opened let you see how red his hair was. His belt was unbuckled; his shirt was out of his pants and only buttoned one place. His mouth was open and I saw his tongue-tip, shiny as a sardine head, moving.

Hogg laughed, suddenly.

The boy’s hands closed on the lap of his pants.

“Boy,” Hogg said, “you look like you want something.”

The boy blinked.

Thrusting his big hand between his legs, Hogg turned around in the seat to face him. “Come on and get it, if you want it.”

He opened his fly and pulled out his cock.

Behind me the wop laughed.

The boy let go his pants—which sagged down his belly—and walked hesitantly forward. Once he closed his mouth and swallowed.

Hogg slid his feet apart on the sill of the cab.

The boy stopped, looked around to see how to climb up.

Hogg rubbed himself. “Come on, boy. It’s got your momma’s pussy juice all over it; it’s waitin’ for you.”

The boy reached up over Hogg’s left knee, put his foot on the foot bar on the cab’s side.

“The little bastards go crazy for it,” Hogg said back over his shoulder. “All the fuckin’ time, they want it.”

With one hand, the boy held onto the door edge and, with his other over Hogg’s leg, lowered his mouth toward the half-hard cock curving out from Hogg’s fist.

“Suck it, son!” Hogg said: then, three seconds later, he kicked.

Hard.

Enough to make Hogg sway way back against me; and the kid hurled backwards, maybe six feet through the air, and rolled, clutching his crotch, and just gagging.

Hogg laughed, turned back under the wheel and slammed the door.

“Oh, shit!” Nigg, grinning, tried to lean over Hogg to look out the window. “Oh, shit, look at the little bastard out there—”

“Come on, come on,” Hogg said, “sit down, nigger.”

Hogg started the truck.

“Goddamn,” Nigg said, dropping his hand on Dago’s shoulder and turning to him, “you see how that little cocksucker curled up when Hogg kicked him? Wow!”

“You think he wanted to bite your pecker off?” Dago asked. “For what we done to his Momma and Daddy?”

“Shit,” Hogg said. “That little cocksucker wanted to suck some dick. Hey, boy, hunker down and get my load. Got another fuckin’ one pushin’ to get out. It’s all filled and waitin’ to spill.”