“Once they caught me,” Rufus explained in that vibrating basso he had, “I figured there wasn’t no reason to stop then. It was better them thinkin’ I was some kinda crazy, than just a pervert or a criminal or something. So every time they turned around, I’d pull it out and start to beatin’ again. If they hadn’t of put me in the hospital, Red, you wouldn’t of seen my black ass no more!”

“I had to go and get him out and sign a paper sayin’ I’d be his guardian. Nigger, how many times Harry or Mona caught you on the back of the barge, sittin’ there with it out and you beatin’ off?”

“Harry thinks it’s funny,” Rufus said. “And Mona, she just pretends like she don’t see it. And goes away. So I pretend like I don’t see her either. Though I like her peekin’ at me.”

“Jesus!” Red laughed. But he seemed to think it was funny too. “You bad as Big Sambo, nigger—you two black bastard’s just alike!”

“The hell I am,” Rufus said. “That nigger ain’t nothin’ but a damned child molester! You don’t do a little girl like that, even if she is your own—less’n she wants it bad as this little fucker here do. I know she like it but I don’t know if she like it like him.” Rufus moved his feet in the loud leaves. “Somebody watchin’ you get a blowjob, now,” Rufus said, “or pissin’ on some cock-sucker—or him eatin’ your shit, that’s better than just flippin’ it out and wavin’ it in the sunlight. We gonna have this cocksucker on a dog collar, we gotta take him out for a walk, now and then, don’t we Red? Don’t we? But you could have dick—black or white—whenever you wanted, boy. You think you’d like that?”

I was going to nod, but as Rufus’s urine ran out he began to hump my face.

So I wrapped my arms around his leg and began to dog-off on his shin, while I sucked. Rufus was going side to side, too, as well as in and out. Red had slid a couple of fingers in there by now. Rufus’s cockhead was really stirrin’ around in my gullet. “… Little sucker’s bad …” Rufus grunted, “… as I am. He pissin’ all over … my leg.…” Which was true. But it got him off. And me too. He came, half a minute later, like a black Mack backfiring!

So did I—right in the middle of pissing in my pants, and I didn’t hardly stop shooting hot water.

I clung to his leg while he panted: “Aw, shit, Red … ain’t he gonna be a nice neighbor … to have here down on the docks!”