He began to gnaw on his third fingernail, then on what was left of the one on his thumb. “Come on over here. You know what I can do?” He put his arm around me, pulled me up against him. His cock lay wet and red over dirty cloth. “I can come every twenty minutes, all fuckin’ day long. I done it before. Have to, sometimes, in my line of work. It gets sort of sore. After about seven or eight times the fucker just won’t go down. I got to walk around with a damn hard-on till I go to sleep. And I always wake up with a hard-on anyway, but after that it goes down pretty fast. But I can do it, you know?” He ran his hand down my arm. “You’re a pretty solid little motherfucker.” He took my hand in his thick, nail-bitten fingers, looked at it: I don’t bite mine. But they were pretty dirty. He ran his hand up my arm again. “Most times, you find a kid your age as freaky as you are and they’re usually dim or retarded or something. But you look like you’re pretty quick.” I just watched him. Hogg grinned. “Son, it’s gonna take a lot of piss and shit before you stink like old Hogg here.” With his other hand, he reached between my legs. “Hey, you got a good crank on you, too! You colored? You look like you might be. Come on, take it out and let me see you beat it.” He got the top button open. I undid the other one. “Pretty big for a kid your age.” Hogg’s was as big as Ape Townley’s. (If you wanted to cut it off him and keep it, soft, maybe you could push it all down into a beer can. But not hard, though.) “Let’s see what you can do with it.” His other hand was feeling around my ass. I pushed myself up from the seat so he could slip his hand under my butt. It went right in through Big Chico’s tear. He had his lips together and looked serious again. “Jerk it.”

I jerked.

He pushed his middle finger up my ass; then his forefinger. I was glad he bit his nails so bad. “Shit, you could take my cock up there easy. Go on. Beat on it.” His fingers moved around inside me. I pushed back against his horny palm and jerked harder. “Let’s see some fuckin’ cum, cocksucker. I got a fuckin’ thirst on me today.” His breath hit my ear, hot. His stubble rasped my cheek. “You shoot that shit right in Hogg’s face.” He grinned, wobbled his tongue in his open mouth, lowered his face. “Lay that hot juice in me, boy. Got a big thirst on. Shoot it right on in my mouth.” When he wrapped his face around my cock, I pushed his head all the way down. My hand slid on his sweaty neck. Christ, his mouth was hot.