I took a couple steps more.

Then I smelled them.

“You just come on over here, boy,” Red drawled. “Yeah, you’ll like this, cocksucker. If you Big Sambo’s boy, I know you gonna like this.”

Like something happening in an underground cave, Rufus chuckled.

“Right in my hand here I got a big piece of funky nigger meat,” Red went on. “Here it is, right here. Got this big black nigger bastard partner of mine’s big old black dick right in my fist. You see what’s in my other one—workin’ on old red-capped leaky? Both of ’em big, both of ’em juicy. But I guess you can see that from where you are already.” (Through the brush I couldn’t see too much of anything.) “Which one you want? You like cheesy nigger meat? You like smoked salmon? You can have ’em, one at a time or both together, in whichever hole you want—anyway you want ’em, cocksucker!”

“Come on, boy.” Rufus’s voice came, just as smooth, from out his chuckle. “I wanna see my partner Red here feed my dick into your little honky blond motherfuckin’ face!”

I took another couple of steps forward. Only four or five feet in front of me, I could make out Red and Rufus, standing next to each other. A little light picked out where Red’s sleeve was rolled up on his forearm; his arm slanted down across Rufus’s belly. And it was moving. I could see the strap of Rufus’s tanktop over his big shoulder, moving when he breathed. But there wasn’t enough light to see any of Red’s freckles—or, really, to guess Rufus wasn’t white if you didn’t already know it.

One of them took a step. The other came with him. And Red’s hand, shifting on a big, sideways-curved dick, slipped into some glow that got through the brush. (I felt a lot better, ’cause they weren’t like the guys on Federal Street at all.) Red had some big hands on him, too! But even pulling on it like he was doing, he didn’t come near to covering Rufus’s cock.

Rufus asked, serious and deep-voiced: “You think that’s big enough for him to see it, now?”

Red chuckled this time.

“Come on, you hungry little son of a bitch.” Rufus said. “Let my man here feed you some nasty black dick. I wanna see you lappin’ an’ a-lickin’ on it, white boy!”

I stepped up and squatted in the leaves.

Red left off Rufus’s cock—which bobbed half an inch higher, with its funny side curve. He put his palm on my face; it was horny and rough. Red slid his thick fingers into my hair and pulled me forward. The blunt, night-black shaft butted my cheek and left a wet spot.

“Go on.” Red tugged me forward. “Suck it.”

I did.

“Yeah …” the nigger whispered. He pushed forward. It was real salty. And his lap heated up my whole face when I went into it, with the smell of grimy cloth and nigger crotch.