Hogg’s hand rose to grip and close over the head.

The second dribbled between his knuckles. He gasped. And his fist, wet now, thudded back against his groin.

The third and fourth went into my mouth and dripped from the roof on my tongue. I swallowed.

The fifth got lost in his fingers again, because his hand went up. It slipped back, and I got the sixth. The seventh just welled up, overflowed his foreskin, and ran down the shaft, over the veins, to disappear under his flexing knuckles. I went forward and began to lick. His fingers loosened, to let me get under them and between.

He dropped the belt. I heard it hit the floor.

“Hey, cocksucker,” Denny said from the corner and laughed, weakly, “he’s pissin’ again and you’re missing it.”

I looked up.

From the split helmet, in its wet, wrinkled collar, glittering yellow arched away, splashed the dashboard. Hogg’s head was back against the seat. His eyes were closed. He was taking great, gasping breaths. Piss ran along the dashboard’s underside, dripping—onto Hogg’s knee, onto Denny’s. Denny ran his hand down his stained pants leg to where it was wetting, then put his fingers in his mouth.

Piss dripped the dashboard onto my back.

I opened my mouth and moved it into his hot water. It broke, warm, on my face. I dropped my mouth. Hogg’s hands locked behind my head and pulled me down.

I clawed down into his fly with one hand and felt around under the nut still inside. There was a warm puddle in the seat of his pants that he kept easing around in. As his pee ran out, I shot against his leg. Cum rolled down my thigh to blot in the cloth at my knee.

“Yeah …” Hogg grunted.

His hands slipped apart in my hair.

I lay with my cheek against Hogg’s wet groin, his cock shrinking in my mouth; without dropping it, I looked at Denny.

Hogg was looking at him too.

Denny sat with his back against the door, one foot up on the seat. His sneaker was all blotched with brown. His pants were torn both at the seams and across the cloth, and covered with big, stiffened patches that were almost black in the dashboard light. (One arm lay up along the seat back.) The fly was still open, flapped back from his bony hip. One hand moved down and back on his cock, first overhand, then underhand.