“Hey, Nigg,” Hogg called, “reach over and make sure that door’s closed. And don’t catch ol’ Denny’s peter,” which wasn’t even out. But Hogg and the nigger laughed anyway. “Say, you know how I found that bar?” Hogg said, then he looked at me, because I guess he’d told the others before: “You know how I found that fuckin’ bar? My brother, Piper, used to go there—I told you about Piper? Now Piper was a funny bastard, a real funny motherfucker. By the time he got there, everybody used to call him Dirty Pip. He would make these bets with the guys there that he’d eat any piece of crap they brought him, but only if they’d buy him a drink with it. Bastards would bring him dead rats and dog turds and beer cans full of piss and old newspapers they’d wiped their asses on and their old ladies’ used tampax—and he’d sit there and eat it: one piece of shit after another. And get drunker’n hell. ’Cause he was what they used to call a ‘geek’ in the old carnival shows. And give you a blow job for another ten bucks—he worked in a couple of them things. I’d started goin’ there to see how he was doin’; and, you know, since he was my brother, I’d be tellin’ him about what I’d been doin’, all the pussy I’d been tearin’ up, and—it would never fail—that used to turn him on somethin’ terrible, and he’d start beggin’ to suck on my dick. Man, I used to call him all kinds of low shit, which just made him whine for it more, and lickin’ around his mouth and slobberin’, and the guys would stand around and laugh. And when I got drunk enough, I’d say, ‘What the fuck …’ and let him have it, right there at the fuckin’ bar. Man, Piper could give some fine head. Then he’d get up off his knees, try to climb back on his bar stool, swearin’ all along my dick was the dirtiest thing he ever did eat.” Hogg laughed loudly, but came out of it with a frown. “Ain’t seen too much of Pip, lately. Maybe, you know, he sucked on my dick once too often and it gave him permanent indigestion. Get your fuckin’ hands off my pants, cocksucker! Give it a rest. I’ll let you have it later.”

In the rough cloth, though, I’d felt his dick stiffen.

As we pulled around a corner of the industrial section, Nigg leaned over Denny to look out the window. “Hey, looks like the old place got some visitors.”