“This truck smells like a fuckin’ latrine!” the wop said. “Nigger, this place must stink bad as the inside of your black ass! Denny, you wanna sit on my dick? There ain’t hardly enough room in here anyway, and I’m damned if I can stay in a place that smells like this with a soft cock!”

“I don’t want that thing on your dickhead tearin’ up my insides,” Denny said, squirming to get comfortable.

“Come on!” The wop leaned back and lifted his buttocks to pull over his jumper right. Then he took his cock out. “Come on, now. There ain’t enough room for all of us to sit out side by side, anyway.”

“All right,” Denny said. “All right. Just a minute, now. Just a minute.”

His pants around his knees, Denny eased himself down on the wop’s cock.

“Feel good?”

“Come on, come on,” Denny said. “Fuck me, huh?”

The wop hugged Denny’s belly with one arm and began to grunt and hump. Hogg’s other hand flexed under me. Beside them, the nigger chuckled. Below us the motor rolled over.

Denny said, “Umph …” a few times, but that was all. He’d given up on his dick awhile—it still stuck up like a yam—and was kneading his scrotum now.

Hogg glanced over. “Go on. Suck him off.”

I bent over and took Denny’s dick in my mouth. Hogg had gotten his hand inside the tear in my pants and was digging his middle fingers in me. A couple of times the wop reached over and rubbed my back. My t-shirt was cold now. But it was Hogg’s piss; so I didn’t care.

Sucking off Denny, I found, never took too long.

I sat up and looked at Hogg. He was just driving and looking out at the highway lights. I looked at his lap. In the light passing, I saw the stains of dried fuck at the open fly, yellow hair, and the crumpled vein across his cock, thick as a pencil. His leg moved as he went to the brake: his fly shifted.

I touched his cock.

It was half hard.

He opened his knees wider so I could get it out. It got loose from the zipper; I went under Hogg’s elbow and drooled Denny’s come all over it—I’d kept it in my mouth.

“Oh, shit …” Hogg said softly. I took the head in my mouth, nibbled and poked around in his foreskin. Then I swallowed it all the way; he took one hand off the wheel and scratched the back of my head. It was a long lazy suck. A few times (I kept thinking: he wants his scum back), Denny reached over to get his hands in the works. I kept waiting for Hogg to push me off and say something about us having more work to do that night. But he didn’t.