“Shit …” and Denny swayed once more.

Crack!

“Oh, shit …” Denny hissed.

“Go ahead, shit if you want.” Hogg chuckled. “Don’t make no difference to me.” He brought the belt back again; and again; and again. I could hear him grunt with the effort, each Crack!

Denny’s fingertips, against my face, danced like bugs at Hogg’s strikes. Sometimes, his palms collapsed against my cheeks. I could feel his arms shaking. Crack! and he sagged forward again. I chewed his wounded meat.

Then Hogg was up behind Denny, pulling his pants down more. Denny let go my head. I reached between Denny’s legs and found Hogg’s cock butting around on Denny’s ass.

“That’s it, cocksucker. Feed it in for me!”

I wedged the wide head between Denny’s buttocks. It didn’t go easy; but it went. Denny sucked in a breath and held it. Against my face, I could feel Hogg begin to hump. Denny’s breath came out a little at each thrust.

I came off him and looked up.

Denny’s head hung down between his shoulders, eyes closed, mouth open. He held himself up with one fist wedged between the left and right sunshades above the windshield. Passing headlights lit the places thumb and splayed fingers on his other hand had smudged the side window, like frost. Under the sounds of Hogg’s grunts—Denny was holding his breath again—I heard Denny’s urine trickling on the seat.

Hogg’s hairy arms were locked around Denny’s chest. Hogg’s thick thighs moved outside Denny’s thin ones. Hogg’s head was a lot of loose hair, shaking beside the matted shocks of Denny’s. Hogg’s hams hammered.

Denny swayed.

Hogg was a furious blond beast on his back.

I went down on Denny’s cock.

Hogg’s hands slid down Denny’s belly, slipped under my face. My nose, going in, pushed between his knuckles. He turned one thumb in my mouth, then put in two of his other fingers, with Denny’s dick, so that I lost most of the piss down my chin. But Denny began to gasp. He took his hand off the windshield to hold my head. When he came, he gave a hoarse moan and nearly fell on top of me.