I got down and pushed under Hogg’s elbow. The fleshy pole slid into my mouth. Hogg wriggled around on the seat and farted twice, getting comfortable. I took it all the way down, working slowly.

The truck went around a corner; everyone sagged over.

“Oh, man,” the nigger said. “I bet he was one surprised little bastard when he gone flying through the air like that!” He laughed again.

“I got me a good cocksucker,” Hogg said and changed gears. “Don’t need two of ’em: I only got one dick.” He took a breath. “And it sure had a workout tonight.”

“Jesus,” the nigger said, “I liked the way you did that, Hogg! I liked the way you did that, kickin’ the cocksucker right in the balls!”

“It’s all right,” Denny said. “It’s all right, man. Everything … it’s all right.”

My mouth was full of Hogg’s dick. So I couldn’t see what Denny was doing; but his voice sounded funny.

“Oh, man …” the nigger said, laughing again. It had really tickled him. “I really liked that. Wish I’d done it.”

Hogg reached down and rubbed the back of my head, ran his hand down under my face to adjust his balls, then back up to rub.

“Goddamn,” the wop said; I heard him stretching. “You know what would really make my night, is to watch you guys work out on my old lady. Nothin’ rough; just nice and calm, nice and cool … Bet she’s waitin’ for me back at the bar now.”

“Fuck off,” Hogg said. “We ain’t gonna turn your old lady out. At least not tonight. I’m fuckin’ tired. The cocksucker here is gonna get my last load tonight.”

“Shit.” The wop turned around in his seat. “Then I’m gonna climb up in the sleeper and get me some shut-eye. Man, I had me a night.”

The nigger chuckled.

“Wake me when we get someplace.” I heard the curtain chatter on its runners.

“Watch it, watch it …” the nigger said.

“Okay,” the wop said. “Sorry, Nigg.… Don’t lemme sleep past my pay check.” His voice was right above and behind me.

“Fuck …” Hogg muttered.

His leg tensed on the brake.

Everything sagged again.

“Get up, cocksucker.” I got off him.

The sky showed the first blue dawn behind the trees as we rolled to the shoulder.

By the door, Denny, asleep, leaned against the window. Spikes of his hair tickled the dirty glass as Hogg slowed, and stopped—as Hogg stopped.

The nigger swung both fists apart and up, stretching his mouth wide and his head back. “… yeah—!” He dropped his ass back on the seat. “I’m tired as a motherfucker.” He looked around. “If everybody’s goin’ to sleep, guess I’ll take the fuckin’ floor.” He got down in front of the seat—I lifted my feet; Hogg didn’t move his and stretched out, turning and turning to get comfortable.