“Sounds like some family,” Jimmy said; he shook his head. “That sounds like you come from quite a family.”

“Goddamn,” Hogg said. He reached down to nub my neck with his blunt fingers. “Daddy raised a real passel of little bastards. After awhile, Betsy was the first of the girls to belly out—she weren’t more’n thirteen. Momma was mad as a wet she-weasel over it. But Daddy was busy takin’ bets on whether it was his, or Bo’s, or mine, or even Piper’s—came out a little black bastard, and Momma laughed her head off and said it served Daddy right. And he yelled and screamed and ranted and raved about what goddamn nigger had gotten after his own sweet Betsy … never did find out, though. Pigmeat—that’s what they named the little black son of a bitch, though he ain’t never been too fat—when all the rantin’ and ravin’ was over, turned out to be just about Daddy’s favorite. Last time I went home, there was five—or was it six?—little milk chocolate bastards around; one out of Momma, too; and Pigmeat got one off his own momma, Betsy. The little nigger ain’t fifteen yet. And Daddy’s just as proud; he say him and Pigmeat is the only one’s what are keepin’ the family goin’. Pigmeat’s boy—Mincemeat there, the one he got off of Becky—is just a little darker than the cocksucker here. But they look kinda alike. Maybe that’s why I cotton to ’im.”

Hogg’s cock was going softer. It felt big and half limp and good. I swallowed the cum a little at a time.

“What does your daddy think about you?” Jimmy asked.

“Momma and Daddy both don’t got too much use for me, I guess,” Hogg said. “They think I’m a faggot.” Hogg rubbed my neck and laughed. “Gettin’ your peter sucked on, now and then, Daddy allows that’s all right I guess. But he don’t really approve of nothin’ else except stickin’ your dick in a pussy … or maybe an asshole if you been real lonesome awhile.” I could feel Hogg shrug. “Maybe they’re right.… Only thing, every time I see a woman, any woman just about, it don’t seem to matter: I start to think about her with a bruise under her eye, or a bloody nose, or cryin’, or even lookin’ helpless and scared, an’ my dick gets so hard it just about hurts. I mean, I’d keep a cocksucker around, but I wouldn’t go looking for it. But a bitch, I mean: it gets me so hot I think I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ head!”

“Yeah,” I heard Jimmy say, like he understood that. “Yeah, I guess I can see that. Things are like that: some things make you hot, some things make you happy, some things make you mad. I mean, I’m just a normal guy. But what that bitch and her boyfriend done to me when I was—”

I felt Hogg’s leg tense. The truck jarred, stopping.

Hogg said: “Getup, cocksucker.”