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rim.
“Git yer yap open, City, like at the doctor’s office, open wide’n say
ahhh. And don’t mind the dick cheese. Hail, a l’il cheese won’t hurt
ya. Give ya something ta taste, huh?”
Gray, mortified now, squeezed his eyes shut and opened his
mouth, and what was then inserted into said mouth reminded him of
a raw turkey neck. Only bigger. “Reach up’n give my balls a squeeze
too,” Hull eloquently requested. Gray had to lean all his forward
weight on one palm when he did so. And what his hand enclosed felt
like two kiwi fruits.
Only bigger.
“Come on, City! Shee-it! You kins suck a dog better’n that. Suck
it like yer daddy taught ya.”
This may come as a surprise to you, sir, but my father DIDN’T
teach me how to suck dick . . . Gray reasoned that his survival
just now might very well depend on the dexterity by which he
performed fellatio on this unwashed hayseed. And unwashed was
an understatement. With his mouth so full, he had no recourse but
to breathe through his nose, and with each inhalation came the most nefarious fetors. Jesus, he thought. I’ve never sucked dick before.
How am I supposed to know how to do it? But he thought about that,
and came to a conclusion. Suck it the way the girl sucked you...
    He tried to abstract, and formulate his own method of expertise.
A few agonizing slaps to the head indicated that his initial efforts
weren’t satisfactory, but then . . . Then he abstracted further: He
pretended he was fellating himself. He kept the inside of his mouth
wet, his lips tight, and his tongue firm against the basal shaft.
    He thought he must be getting the hang of it but then Hull
sputtered, “Fuckin’ useless piece’a shit. Might as well just kill ya
now. Any guy gives head bad as you don’t deserve ta live.”
    The comment was not encouraging, but at least it served as an
incentive. Just . . . suck his dick better, for God’s sake! Gray thought.
He stepped up the tempo, his mouth vised open as if by a shoe-tree.
He tried to suck harder, feeling a slimy leakage begin to form on his
tongue.
    “Hmm. Not bad, I say. Gittin’better. Keep goin’jess like that an’
I might not cut’cher throat tonight. Naw, might even keep ya alive
fer one more.”
    The rewards of perseverance. But Gray knew he couldn’t let him
get bored. Then an idea blinked on.
Like the girl, he thought.
He remembered. How could he forget? Lubricant, came the
frantic thought. The cock plungering in and out of his ass gave
him the answer quite quickly. Jory had used saliva. So will I, Gray
realized. He momentarily uncorked his mouth from Hull’s hot penis,
then he laved his own index finger with his spit, then—
“City’s got some brains after all,” Hull chuckled when Gray
reached his hand around and slipped his finger into the man’s anus.
It plowed through chunky feces. Gray re-jammed the cock into his
mouth, wriggling his finger.
“Yeah, City! That’s it! Now ya got it!”
“Bet Kari Ann taught him that,” Jory deduced, picking up his own tempo. Gray grimly felt Jory’s testicle’s slapping his own with
each thrust forward. “Bet she done the same thing’n sucked his little
peter in the car.”
“Bet so.”
    “Little jizz-head’s always been dumber’n cow
flop but at least
we taught her how ta do somethin’ right.”
Mouth crammed with dick, Gray rolled his eyes. Didn’t these guys
just crack me in the head for implying that they might be incestuous?
Go figure. All that mattered at this instant was that he wasn’t getting
cracked in the head again, for performing mediocre fellatio. His index
finger tilled through more hillbilly shit, teasing the prostate, while his
mouth was fastidiously fucked. Gray’s ass was being fucked with
equal fastidiousness.More smegma dissolved on his tongue—an acrid
yet pale flavor—and he willed himself to think about smells other
than those which wafted from Hull’s groin. Roses. Cranberry Lambic.
Vanilla extract and his mother’s hot apple pie.