Red turned loose my head, took hold of Rufus’s cock again. He slid his hand along the part I didn’t have in my mouth yet. A few times, his walnut of a knuckle beat my face.

“Get on his ass,” Rufus said. “Go on, Red. Get his ass up and fuck ’im.”

When Red took his hand away, I went down on the nigger till one side of his zipper and, on the other, stiff hair tore at my mouth.

Red got behind me, stooped, got one hand in the back of my pants, and yanked me up. He was still jerking his own cock with the other—I could feel his rhythm in the fingers splayed on my butt. He had to yank me a couple of times—my pants waist pulling and pulling under my belly. Without losing Rufus’s cock, I held onto the nigger’s pockets. One was ripped; and each time Red yanked me, it ripped more. As I got my feet under me, Red found Big Chico’s tear—“Oh, shit!”—and got his other hand in through that. He dug two fingers between my buttocks.

Like I said, his fingers were big.

“Go on, fuck his ass!” Rufus hissed. “I wanna see ya’! Go on!” He shoved his cock deep in my face, grabbing my head and leaning forward. (Though I didn’t know how he could see anything.) “Go on. Fuck ’im!”

Red held my hips now, positioning them—and shoved in. “Oh, shit!” I heard him catch his breath—and heard the grin in it, too. “The kid’s got one of them assholes that wets up like a pussy, Rufus! When Big Sambo gets ’em, he gets ’em good.” Red moved his hands up the small of my back, rocking and leaning. “Nigger, this is a fine fuck.…” He went in again. “A fine fuck, nigger!”

“I wanna see ya’ in his face, Red.” With a few tight-curled hairs on it, Rufus’s ball sack hung warm against my chin, his nuts swinging under. “Come on, Red. You gonna have to dick this white boy’s face. He take it all the way down in his fuckin’ belly!”

“From either end, too!” One of Red’s hands moved up my back, over my shoulder, around to my cheek. He fingered Rufus’s wet cock slipping in and out of my mouth.

I remembered how Hogg liked his fingers sucked. So, alongside the nigger’s dick, I sucked two of Red’s. They were sandpaper hard, hammer-haft thick, and tasted of machine oil, with salt under it. Red seemed to like it, too.

“Come on,” Rufus was saying. “Come on! Turn him around!”

Red’s fingers in my mouth hooked up my head. Rufus’s cock slipped loose. Red’s dick slid out my ass. I stumbled in the long grass but they both held me up. Red laughed while they turned me.

The nigger was panting. “Let’s do him this way awhile,” Rufus said. “We’ll do him this way, then we’ll do him back the other.”