He began to suck. His blond head bobbed.

I shot.

“Yeah …!” He came up with wet lips; something dribbled his unshaven chin. “Pretty good!” His hard hand closed on my dick. “Let the rest of it go, boy. I’m gonna make you piss now.” With his two fingers in my ass, he did something. At the same time he pressed his other hand flat on my belly.

I began to pee all over myself, surprised as hell. While I was still surprised, he yanked his fingers out my ass, which felt just like coming again. “Drink it, cocksucker,” he said between his teeth and pushed the back of my head forward, while he aimed my dick straight up into my face. “Drink it …” and began to chuckle. “I like to make a cocksucker drink his own piss!” I tried to catch the stream in my mouth.

He took his hand off my head—I looked up. He was watching me and sucking shit off his fingers.

I couldn’t stop pissing but I tried to push up on the seat.

“Hey—!”

He got piss in his face. His chin was beaded with it. He pushed me back against the door, got his wet mouth over mine, and shoved his tongue into my throat while I held his shoulders. He got me down on my back and my pants off one leg. He was trying to get his cock in my asshole, so I swung my legs up. I felt it go in, stinging more. I licked under his tongue. His hairy stomach slapped down on my dick (which was still spilling like a garden hose), sucked up, slapped again. His balls, which had come out his pants, swung against my buttocks. He got one hand down to finger my hole, and I tried to get a hand there to play with his nuts. He tried to dig a couple of fingers in alongside his dick. He gathered to shoot. I finished pissing—and came again.

He kept on fucking. I was pushing like I had to take a shit. That felt good.

He finished—and his tongue spilled out my mouth. When he raised his head, sweat or something dripped off his chin on my cheek. He lowered himself again, panting. “That sure was some beautiful shit I was stirring up in there.” He moved his hips back; his dick slipped out my ass. I farted this time. “I want to see your little yellow head a-workin’ down there and that little pink tongue just a-lappin’ the shit off Hogg’s old pecker.” He sat up on the seat, one muddy shoe heel wedged back against his butt. His other foot was on the floor. He kneaded his meat while I slipped to my knees onto the cab floor, got my head in there and licked his cock and knuckles and fingers and balls. He got his leg between mine, and I rubbed myself off against his pants like a dog. “Hey … hold up.”