Chapter Nine
A grayed, silverish light from a dirty upper-hatch window, like an eye from the night’s private world, fell in a puddle about us. It trembled, passing; had a life of its own. What an odd, fabulous, naked creature this raw light made Billy O’ Geech become: like he were swimming in it. All thick, muscular thighs, slick belly, soft merry n*****s. Big arms. And a cute, funny little d**k like a pig’s, coming to a slight, fleshy curl at the end, where his foreskin gathered in a satiny twist. We were now both stark naked. No shoes even . . . and maybe it was the m*******a, the coke, the . . . anyway, I felt like I, too, was just swimming through him. Doing a smooth evening breaststroke into the tunnel of his mouth, as he mouthed my d**k and stroked my body and felt so warm and cuddl
