“Go on over there and suck it for him, cocksucker,” Hogg told me. “Call him, Denny.”

“Oh, fuck.…” Denny grinned wider. He sounded like a hillbilly. “Crawl on over here, cocksucker, and I’ll fuck your head off!”

I went for it on all fours.

Behind me Hogg and the nigger laughed.

Denny bobbed the sticky tip against my nose. He wanted to keep on rubbing it, I think. He was another nail-biter, and all his knuckles looked like they had blisters. When I got it in my mouth, he shoved out all his breath. It scraped my teeth by accident, but after three passes, I guessed he liked that.

“How do you dig my little cocksucker, son?” Hogg asked.

The nigger said: “Denny boy is just a-grinnin’. Aw, he really likes that little dick-freak!”

The wop said: “Seems like the little sucker was pretty anxious for it, the taste he give me.”

And the nigger said, “Shit.…”

Hogg chuckled.

Denny leaned deep in me, butted at me, ground his hair in my face. I held his pockets. He put one blunt finger in my ear. “Damn, cocksucker, use your teeth! I’m gonna pop my pod in there soon. Hogg, is it all right if I piss in him? I like that thing you told me about where you loose your juice right when you shoot. But I don’t wanna mess him up for—”

“Hell,” the nigger drawled, “I bet that boy goes after piss like it was soda pop.”

I put both arms around Denny’s flat, flexing butt. He liked the way he was getting it. I liked the way he was giving it.

“You just piss all over him, boy,” Hogg said, coming up behind me. I heard the uneven sound of concrete under hard leather and a horny foot. Hogg’s rough, familiar hand moved on my face. A rough, familiar finger slid in, alongside Denny’s cock. It wiggled. Denny really began to pump. With one hand he must have been feeling Hogg’s dick. The other grappled my hair. His legs were shaking against my chest. He pushed his cum out with three little grunts, and I felt his ass relax, my mouth filling with slopping salts. (It wasn’t beer, either.) My cheeks filled and I swallowed, but it still leaked down my chin. Finally it got so he’d plunge, I’d spurt; all over Hogg’s hand and Denny’s pants. He was still grunting and slipping it way in and saying, “Jesus Christ, oh shit, oh yeah! Oh yeah, goddamn, oh shit!” I heard the others come up, laughing and joking:

“Hey,” the wop said. “Watch this. Denny gets so excited, you can …” The wop grunted. Denny’s pants came open. “Somebody workin’ on Denny’s pecker, an’ anybody can fuck ’im.” Denny staggered, grunted again. “See …” the wop said, breathing a little hard. There was a secondary rhythm in Denny’s shove now. I came off Denny right onto the nigger’s black dick, which loosed urine against my cheek. “Hell,” the nigger said, chuckling. And kept on chuckling. And kept on pissing.