He was looking straight ahead.

He sounded like he would have just put me out on the road if I didn’t. Which made me feel funny.

I ducked down and he raised an elbow. We turned a curve and sunlight swung through the cab. His lap steamed. He put one hand down to hoist his meat. I began to lick his dirty fingers, nip his knuckles. “Jesus Christ.” He moved himself around through his wet greens; I kept on, sometimes nosing in the hair between his open fly, but mostly outside. Finally he said, “Like you doin’ that, boy. Somebody lickin’ and suckin’ on my fingers like that, shit—gets me about as hot as a damn blowjob, you know? Guess that’s why I’m always bitin’ on ’em myself.” But finally he went into his pants and pulled his cock out. So I went down on it. “Shit …!” Hogg drawled; his thigh moved over; a long fart growled out. “Just went through a red light.” He chuckled. “Ain’t lost my hard yet. Keep workin’ on it.” Maybe ten minutes later (I took a couple of minutes’ rest—just lay there with it in my face, but he didn’t seem to mind) he came all over the roof of my mouth again. He hauled the wheel around, the truck slowed—we were pulling onto the highway’s shoulder—then his knee jacked as he hit the break. “Okay, let up on it a minute.”

I raised my head.

When his cock fell out my mouth, he winced a little.

I looked out the window at the bushes to see where we’d parked.

“I really like the way you suck that,” Hogg said, grinning.

Out the other window, a car went by on the road.

“I’m really glad you like to suck, boy. Know what I’d of done if’n you didn’t wanna suck, or said no, back then?” He cocked his head, sort of smiling his dirty grin. “I would of said, all right, you just get on out of the truck and take off. Then, when you was about ten yards down the road, like over there—” He nodded out my side of the truck—“I’d of taken my shotgun out from under the seat here—” One filthy hand dropped from the wheel to pat the busted seam on the cushion edge between his legs—“and blown your fuckin’ head off!” He laughed real hard, reached over, roughed the back of my head. “Not ’cause you wouldn’t suck, see.” His face got serious again. “But ’cause you’re too much into my business now, you understand?” He frowned a little, like he was thinking about what he’d just said, maybe wondering if he really would’ve done it.

I believed him.