Memoir: Six Ounces of Piss, Cincinnati
“We got in the back of the cab where there was a small bed”
Fiction by John Barrios
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Jack was a truck driver. My mom had sent me to Cincinnati with him for two weeks. She said she needed a break. I had only met Jack once, at a New Year’s Eve party. I remembered him because he drank, on a twenty dollar bet, a six ounce glass of warm piss. He kept it down.
My mom handed me off at a Greek restaurant near the on-ramp to the I-90 South out of Buffalo. Jack said it was a day trip, but we might need an over-night if he got tired. He got tired. We pulled over into a rest stop. We got in the back of the cab where there was a small bed, a mini fridge and a small black and white TV. He curled up and pulled me into him. He rubbed himself against me and asked me if I liked it. He laughed and said he was kidding. He said his old lady was gonna love me. He said it was going to be a wild two weeks.
His old lady was a buxom woman from Kentucky who tilted her head and pitched out her hips when she smiled at me for the first time. She wore glossy pink lipstick and blue eye shadow. She leaned into me and pinched my right cheek really hard. I pulled away. She turned to Jack and said I was cute. That night I slept between them. They made love with me next to them. They had me help them get aroused. He liked me to suckle her nipple and look at him as he ate her out. He liked it even more when I cried. He liked watching me put two fingers inside her and then put my fingers in my mouth. Her eyes were always closed. He made me suck her wetness from his fingers while he fucked her. She moaned and came, saying, this isn’t right, this isn’t right. After he smacked her across the face, reminding her that I was a gift, I knew this scene wasn’t going to be a one-night affair.
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