“You ain’t gonna kill nobody no more. All that stuff you did was just a mistake. Didn’t even make you shoot your load. So you ain’t gonna do it no more. All right?”

“I … yeah, I … no more.” Denny pulled his hand loose from between our legs and put it on top of Hogg’s. “Yeah, I won’t … do that no more. All right.” He looked puzzled.

Hogg grinned at me. “Go on, cocksucker. Take it out.” He took his hand away.

Denny’s fell back on his thigh like a muddy claw.

I turned on the seat and pulled open Denny’s fly.

It looked awful. It was all swollen, and a funny color, even in the half-dark. When I took it out, it was stiff, but not like a hard-on. It was just leathery; it wobbled on his groin. The head was bulged up around the nail so there wasn’t any space left. The foreskin was stretched tight and didn’t move at all.

Denny, his tongue-tip in the corner of his mouth, watched.

I took his balls out too. They were very hot. His cock was almost chilly.

I opened my mouth and bent.

“Yeah …!” Hogg grinned.

I felt the truck slow, heard the wheels grind on the gravel shoulder. We stopped.

Denny’s cock tasted cold and salty. Denny moved his hands to my hair, jerkily, shifted his buttocks on the seat, lifted them a little. The bent nail clicked my back teeth. I reached under his ass with one hand and found Hogg’s already kneading a scrawny buttock that seemed like it had too much bone in it.

Denny grunted. His fingers closed. His knuckles ground my scalp. As I moved my mouth up and down, his cock swelled … then something, neither piss, nor cum, nor blood, spurted—and from two places. And his cock was still getting bigger.

Christ, it was bitter.

I got my other hand under his nuts, into the fine hair between his legs.

“That’s right.…” Denny whispered. “Yeah, that’s all …” He pushed himself up again. Hogg and I were both digging for his asshole.

“Come on,” Hogg said. “Get up, boy. I’m gonna beat you across the butt. Then I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’m gonna beat your butt some more.”

“All right—” Denny tried to stand without pulling out my face.

“Yeah. All right.”

Holding his hips, I slipped to the floor. The grit on the rubber pad ground my knees. The dashboard pressed my back. Denny, half-standing and leaning forward, had one knee on the seat and one sneaker on the floor.

Hogg’s buckle clinked. The belt hissed from its loops.

I took Denny’s cock to the clotted hair.

Hogg grunted: “Here you go, motherfucker!”

Crack! and Denny swayed. “Shit …!” he whispered. His thigh tensed under my hand.

“Get your fuckin’ pants down!” I felt Hogg pulling at them.

Crack!