I had my thumb and three fingers up to the knuckles in my ass. My forearm rubbed my balls. I kept grunting and pushing harder.

Suddenly the light swung away. “Shit—!” the policeman hissed. He just dropped the light in the brush; I heard the batteries clunk together.

His zipper rasped. His shoes crashed up in the leaves. He grabbed me by one leg and squatted. I heard him spit on his hand.

“You don’t need no spit for that pussy,” Rufus said. He squatted beside me.

Still standing, Red put his hands in his pockets, shifted his weight, and cocked his head.

The policeman jerked my hand out, set his cock in my asshole, shoved, and nearly fell on me.

Where the flashlight was laying on the ground, it caught Red’s dirty ankle under the frayed cuff. Red squatted.

My face was almost under the policeman’s shoulder. Rufus squatwalked around to get closer to Red. Red just sort of slid his hand into his fly to play with himself. Rufus had his out already and was shucking, his thumb on the top, fingertips underneath, like he liked the feel of his nails—which were pretty workworn and short; they were dirty, but he didn’t bite them, it looked like. I wondered if his foreskin was long enough to make the same kind of cheese Red’s could. His dick was as long as Hogg’s, I couldn’t help thinking; and thicker.

The policeman’s bullet belt ground my belly, and his gun holder wedged under my hip. He was panting and humping with his forearms on the ground.

With my face mashed on its side, I could just see Red’s pants, moving with his hand inside.

Rufus let go his dick, reached down under the policeman’s shoulder and stuck three fingers in my mouth. I started to suck them, but he was scraping around—his hands were horny as wood—to get some soft shit. He pulled them out and rubbed them over, then under, then over his dick again, finally going back to shucking.

“Hey …” the policeman grunted. He was really humping me hard. “You smelly motherfuckers get out of here.… Come on, you two stink like a shithole out of lime.…” I heard the policeman’s hands close on dry leaves, open again. “Nigger, get your dick out of my face.… I don’t want to sniff at your black pecker. I wanna fuck this ass!”

Coming up like wind in leaves far away, or the sea, Rufus chuckled again.

I held onto the policeman’s shoulders. His jacket was pretty thick. I tried to wrap my legs up around him like Maria used to do when the guys fucked on her. But I could only get one up. His gun got in the way of the other.