I stopped.

“Take my shoe off.” He pulled loose the top laces of the high, scuffed workshoe.

I tugged it off.

The smell came out and filled up the cab.

His sock was the black that one-time white socks get if you wear them steady for more than a month. The cloth was stiff. From a hole, two toes stuck out that were pretty black too. “Shit, that stinks, don’t it!” Hogg laughed. I peeled off the sock. It stuck to the sole of his foot, that was horny and cracked around the sides. His ankle was hairy. “Lick it, boy.” While I licked, he twisted above me. I glanced up to see him heave the shoe and the sock out the truck window. I heard them fall in the bushes. “Go on, keep lickin’. I think I’m gonna go barefoot on the left side from now on. I step in any dogshit, you can clean it off. Damn—the way you work my toes and fingers, boy, I tell you it’s about as good as a blowjob any day.” His toenails were all picked way back too. “Eat that jam.” His balls lay on the seat right beside his crusty heel. So I licked them.

He jerked his cock, sometimes underhand, sometimes overhand, sometimes just palming the goose-egg head, sometimes rubbing his big fingers across it, one at a time, and sometimes getting a finger under the foreskin and running it around inside. “Gonna shoot …!” he grunted, pointed it down; it spurted between his dirty knuckles. Some went in my mouth, some hit my face, some ran down over the veins crossing the ligaments of his foot. I licked that off. In the gold hair on his fingers, mucus made irregular pearls. I licked them too. “Come on up here.”

Wiping my face with my hand (and licking my fingers), I sat up on the seat beside him, while he started the truck. As we pulled onto the highway again, he licked the cum off his own hand. “Here.…” He wiped some off my cheek with his foreknuckle, put it in his mouth. “You wanna keep suckin’ my dick while I’m drivin’, maybe you can loose another load.” So I got my head down in his lap, pushed his thick, scummy cock into my mouth; I was pretty tired.

But he didn’t really get that hard. “Gotta run over and pick up my new job, cocksucker. You can work on it till we get there.” Then he laughed and rubbed the back of my head. He let his hand slip down over my face and pushed two fingers—the two that had been up my ass, I guess, from the smell—into my mouth beside his cock. I don’t think he was really all that turned on; I think he felt good having them in a warm wet place. I felt good having them there, I know.

His balls rolled from thigh to thigh as he drove.

I must have fallen asleep.