I held his neck. With one arm around me, he pulled himself up into the cab by the other, then lay back across the seat with me on top of him. I was still squirming. “That’s it, boy! Come on, you two-bit cocksucker! Shoot that shit all over ol’ Hogg’s hairy belly! That’s right! I want your gunk, cocksucker. I want your cum all over me! I want your spunk! I want your mess! Shoot it out, boy!” Whispering against my face, his breath was like hot whiffs from a pan with a piece of bad meat you say hell, I’ll fry anyway. “Shoot me up with that fuckin’ greasy cum, you lowdown, pissed-up scumbag!” He held one arm tight around my shoulders. He wedged his other hand between us so that his horny nubs were right against my moving penis.

I rubbed on him with my mouth and my eyes wide.

While he whispered, I watched his tongue gleaming and moving behind his moving teeth. Suddenly it slid out. His mouth came up against mine. His tongue began digging inside my face. I shot all over his belly and his fingers.

He squeezed me and laughed, without taking his tongue out my mouth.

After maybe a minute, he did—and a deep breath. His face trickling with sweat, he pushed me back and elbowed himself up to sit.

I sat too.

One after the other, he made me suck his hairy fingers off for my scum. Then he sucked them too, for what I’d missed. For a while, then, he just rubbed his heavy stomach between the sweat-blotched edges of his shirt. Under the hair, the shiny film he spread over himself dulled.