He kicked my face away with spread toes. When I went forward again, my tongue wagging, he hit me back, across the mouth with his foot’s crusted rim.

“Get on up! I got somethin’ comin’ to wet it down!”

I heard his water and pushed back.

Urine ran on the truck tire, darkening the rubber and turning the clotted nuts on the capless hubs black. The loose hank of foreskin made his piss splatter.

Working my mouth, I crawled in front of him. His water wet my ear, my cheek. I held my mouth wide. It bubbled hot at the back of my tongue, tickled and dripped from my pallet, ran out over a place where there was no shit on my lower lip.

“Make it wet … that’s it. Nice and wet. Wet that shit up. Yeah! Just like ol’ Hogg likes it.”

Pee ran down my chin, my neck, under my shirt and down my stomach.

Hogg put his middle finger in my mouth—water splashed the ham of his thumb, dripped off his fingertips—and scraped something from the back of my teeth and under the side of my tongue. Then he brought his hand back to milk his dick forward, rubbing it, and rubbing it in. “Yeah …!” Veins bulged, disappearing under his thumb and forefinger. “That’s right, cocksucker! You got it!” With his other hand on the truck above me, he leaned forward. His dick went into my mouth. I closed my lips around it, wallowed my tongue under it. His hand came down from the truck and caught my head; then his other hand. He grunted, slid in, pulled back, slid in again.

I heard a car pass.

But it was still half dark. And we were on the far side of the truck anyway.

He took a lot longer than Denny, me hugging his hips with my elbows, Hogg clutching my sides with his knees. But when he shot, snot-thick and slimy, it sloshed into what was already there. I sucked and swallowed and sucked. He took one hand off my face and leaned again on the fender. His other hand flexed and relaxed on my cheek. “Goddamn, boy! You just found another one of my things. Suckin’ on my fingers and toes is number two after suckin’ off my dick. But fuckin’ a mouthful of shit—my own shit, now—I’m damned if you ain’t found number three as well.” He took a deep breath. Then he bent, put his hands under my arms, and lifted me off the ground.

I put my arms around his neck, my head on his shoulder. I was breathing hard too.

He got one arm under my butt. I had a knee on either side of him. My pants had come open. My dick was hard, out, and up against his belly, all piss and sweat wet between us. I started to squirm off.

Hogg said: “Let’s get up in the cab.”