I pushed myself up on one hand, reached in for Red’s cock. He took his own hand away so I could get it. “I guess he do,” Red said. But he didn’t get up. It was too dark to see about the freckles. So I put his cock in my mouth. It still had some shit on it. Red’s hands came together in my hair, while I sucked. “I guess so,” Red said again after a moment. “But I think I’ll work out here a little more anyway. I sort of like the little bastard’s style, you know, Rufus—hey, come on, cocksucker. Get up on your knees. I can’t shoot all squatted down here like this.”

So I got up on my knees and Red stood.

He held both my hands in his—they could have wrapped around mine twice—and began to pump again. “You go on, if you want, Rufus. I’ll be out in a second …!”

In his big black workboots, Rufus came back over, though. “Yeah, he is a good little cocksucker, now, ain’t he. I wouldn’t mind gettin’ him down on the scow for a couple of days, you know, Red? I wouldn’t mind swipin’ ’im from Big Sambo, maybe for just a while. A week or two, now. Hey, boy: you could have shit-pie with nigger-piss three times a day if you wanted—didn’t I pull out an old dog leash and a collar from the dumpings, Red? We could chain the little bastard up to the bedpost in the cabin so’s he wouldn’t get out and folks’d see him. Shit, Big Sambo’d never know he was there.…”

Red had got his feet apart—the toes of one foot were propped on my knee—and holding my hands tight against his thighs, was scooping his hips into my face. For a while I tried to stay pretty far back and get into his foreskin again, but he wanted to put it in deep; finally he let go my hands and grabbed my hair, hard. I reached between his legs and felt the seat of his pants; his pasted-up buttocks swung back and clamped forward again. He shot. It was a strong, long spurt; and he went out once and came back in again in the middle of it too.

Rufus was standing so close to us his knee brushed my arm.

Red took a breath, let go my hair, and said, “Nigger, what are you doin’?”

Rufus chuckled once more. “Pissin’ on yo’ knee.” I came off Red and grabbed for Rufus, got one ear full of pee; the other was still a-rumble with the nigger’s soft, bass laugh. “Come on … easy, boy. Now, easy …” His big hands clamped my head while I tried to get it in my mouth. “Easy, boy …”

I had piss all over my face.

“… that’s right. Easy …”