I went down and licked his salty nuts. Then I came up and sucked on his cock. I don’t know if he’d finished pissing, but he suddenly caught his breath, tightened his belly, and came. It was thick and bitter and there was a lot of it. I came off him to the smell of shit: the wop had his cock out of Denny’s ass now and up against my face.

What had glittered was a ring in his dick.

First, as it pulled back into and pushed out his fist, I thought it just went through his foreskin. His skin pulled the brass back, pushed it out again, and I saw the metal went down into the slit of his piss-hole, out through the head and on through the foreskin—not out through the bottom where the skin is thin, either, but through the side, the thickest part of the head. The flesh around the hole was dark and puckered. The foreskin could slip back on the right, but on the left the ring, about as big as a wedding ring for a large-handed man, held it forward. The heavy, work-rough hand guided the cocoa-colored crank (it really smelled like shit) into my mouth. “Saved my load for the sucker here, soon as he cleans off Denny’s dirt.” The wop laughed. He wore a workman’s jumpsuit, with the zipper open down over a chest that was a black rug. His belly was invisible behind the fur. He pushed me back against Hogg’s legs, pumping like a pogo stick. The ring pulled over my tongue.

“All right, you motherfuckers,” Hogg said. “All right, come on, you bastards. We got work to do—”

“Just a second, motherfucker,” the wop hissed. “Just a …” He went in—I heard his shoes grind cement—and forced out briny syrup.

“I wanna fuck the cocksucker,” the nigger said. He’d put his cock back in his pants. But he curved his fingers around the shape along his leg. “I wanna fuck him. That chil’ fuck like a goddamn kangaroo rat!”

The wop lost about a quarter of his hard, but kept sliding. “Hey, ring on my bell, boy. I got somethin’ for you.” I didn’t know what he meant till he slipped almost all the way out, holding it with two thick fingers by the skin, rubbing the ring on my teeth.

I bit the metal and tugged.

“You can do better than that—”

So I really yanked on it.

“Yeah, cocksucker—”

And he began to urinate, breaking the stream on my teeth, my lower lip, my nose. My chin dripped. I worried the ring like a dog.

“Make it bleed, cocksucker.…” He gasped, and planted his black workshoes wide on the puddled concrete. “… Make it bleed, and I’ll come all over you!”

A couple of times I really thought I was gonna rip it loose. But it was in strong.

“Hey, look at the little cocksucker go!” Hogg chuckled.

A couple of times I went after the whole length, and heard him panting above me, but he’d push me out to the end, one hand on my shoulder, his knuckles on my head, and I’d start chewing on it again. Finally, while I was yanking and growling, something sticky dribbled down my face. The wop caught both my ears between his palms to hold me still. I got my tongue under his foreskin and licked around, feeling the ring barring the full trip—the skin tight around the metal, loose and floppy on the other side.