Date: Sat, 31 Mar 2007 14:15:42 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: the hole-11

	Piedmont Penitentiary is an old turn of the century prison nick
named "The HOLE" on the outskirts of Philadelphia in the Valley Forge
section of Pennsylvania, which was built to hold up to 500 convicted
inmates. Today it holds nearly 1500, 3 times it's intended population. Over
crowding means there are 2 to 3 men or more per cell, which was originally
built to house just one. The plumbing is old and rusted, the walls are
crumbly, the foundation is corroded, and morale is low. Inmates and
Officers complain of conditions, but more complaints are lost to the board
of directors. Politicians that look to line their pockets before updating
repairs for inmates, run the board. No one cares if convicted criminals
complain about "unfair" living conditions. They were incarcerated for
punishment, not comfort. Most tax payers see them as animals that need to
be locked up off the streets. They are forgotten and unwanted members of
society, -the scary and depraved. Whatever happens to them behind bars is
more than likely deserved!

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The HOLE/11
THICKENING PLOTS

Pt-1

	The Aryan brotherhood was in an uproar. One of their own had become
a cum-pig for black dick, right before their very eyes.
	In the courtyard, Christopher Gardner was hanging out with the
Mandingos on their side of the fence. He was on his knees before a group of
them sitting on a bench, with his mouth hung open while they spit to see
who could hawk into his mouth from a distance. Chris (high on drugs
smuggled into the prison) was covered in spit, as gobs and gobs of the
thick clear bubbly mass dripped down off his cheeks, nose, and chin. What
spit made it into his mouth, he was allowed to swallow, otherwise he had to
wear it on his face like make-up. Just under the ass of his prison pants
lay his over used asshole, which was currently dripping more cum loads than
spit hanging from his face.
	Across the yard sat the Aryans; Sarge, Snake, and Hammer (among
others). They didn't like what they saw. No self respecting white boy would
ever be caught dead down on his knees before a nigger, let alone a group of
them.

"Look at that shit..." said Hammer, watching Chris' behavior with
disgust. "...something really needs to be done about that shit there!"

"I TOLD yous guys we never should've let that faggot freak into our ranks!
Now look how he's dishonoring us!" said Snake, adding his 2cents in.

"Doesn't help that he set him up, either..." said Sarge, an angry knot
forming in his stomach as he watched one of his own misused. "...niggers
came right in and stole him right from under us!"

"How'd we know they was'n gonna kill him? Shit, they're animals!" said
Hammer.

"I say we shank the fag! Show any others looking to put out for the niggers
that we don't go for that kind of shit! Aryans stay with their own!"
suggested Snake, having formed a real dislike for Christopher Gardner from
the moment he arrived.

"We'll take care of the nigger lover..., as soon as we take care of his
father...!" said Sarge, planning something big for Bruce Gardner.


Pt-2
	Bruce looked out the window of the weights room, with a clear view
of the entire courtyard, he could see his son being victimized. The tiny
hairs stood on the back of his neck as he watched his son humiliated in
front of everyone. Cooper (Gardner's former cop buddy) stood next to him at
the window.

"Chris won't last long in this shit hole acting like that." he said,
informing the father. "Either the nigger'll kill him eventually for the
murders he did before prison, or the Aryans'll kill him for letting the
niggers fuck him! Either way, he's dead!"

"You're a real class act, ain't you Cooper?" asked Blake, sitting on a
workout bench as he pressed weights to try to improve on his muscle mass.

"What?" asked the older officer, turning from the window. "I'm only telling
the truth! You know white boys that give it up to blacks don't live long in
prison!"

"But you don't tell it to his father when he's standing right there, you
fool!" yelled Blake.

"Who you calling a fool?" asked Cooper, recognizing an insult. As the two
former officers got into a pushing match, Gardner turned from the window,
and bolted for the Warden's office. "Hey..., where's HE going...?"

	Warden Dennis Ellis was on the phone when he got a massage from
secretary that inmate wanted to see him. When Ellis brushed it off due to
him not having an appointment, the inmate decided to sit out in the waiting
room until Ellis made time. Ellis finished up his phone conversation,
bought in his barber, received his lunch delivery, and got his usual 1
o'clock blow job from Rocky Peterson before he even attempted to make time
for the inmate. Bruce Gardner was finally granted to see the Warden only
after he had gotten his hair cut, his belly filled, and his balls drained.

"What can I do for you mr Gardner?" he asked nonchalantly.

"I need you to remove my son from the Aryan's cell block!" said Gardner,
standing before Ellis' desk.

"Remove your son..?" asked Ellis, surprised. "And put him where?"

"With the blacks!"

"You've got to be kidding!" laughed Ellis, rearing back in his seat. "You
know what the black inmates would do to a cute little white flake like your
son?"

"A lot less than the Aryans will do to him!" insisted Gardner.

"Are you sure about that?" asked Ellis.

"The blacks will fuck him, probably beat him, definitely humiliate him and
treat him like dog shit..., but they won't kill him! The Aryans will!"

"Why would they?" asked Ellis, curiously.

"Because he's my son!" answered Gardner.
	Ellis got up from his seat, then turned and looked out of the front
window of his prison. In the far distance he could see the main road
leading up towards the highway. Tiny blocks could be seen driving across
the motorway, as car and trucks sped by the prison doing 65mph. Ellis
tucked his hands behind his back as if in great thought.

"So you'd rather see your son fucked over, than killed?" he asked.

"I want my son to live! To have a shot at living a normal life!" said
Gardner, heartfelt.

"Why should I help you?" asked Ellis, turning around to read the white
man's face.

"He's my son...!" said Gardner, his voice pleading.

"Not my problem." stated Ellis. "What do I get out of helping you?"

"Name it!" said Gardner.
	Ellis merely smiled.

"I'll think of something...!" he said, re-taking his seat behind his desk.

"So you'll move him?" asked Gardner, hopeful.

"Consider it done!" said the Warden. Gardner took a deep breath, thanking
his own personal lord and savior.

"Thank you, Warden..., I won't forget this favor." He said, breathing
easier.

"I won't let you." said Ellis, dismissing the inmate.


Pt-3
	On the basketball court, a friendly rivalry between blacks and
hispanics has broken loose. The "Rootboiz"; Raul and Carlos Rodriguez, Alex
Sanchez, Pablo Rivera, Neko Valdez, and Kit Menendez played "The Hood";
James Derekson, Davis Wood, Tyrone Ware, Killer-Pete, and Abdul Shabott.
	The heat was a sweltering 98 degrees, so all of the inmates shed
their shirts while they played. Sweat poured down glistening black and tan
bodies as inmates ran up and down the court, passing the ball and scoring
shots like expert NBA players. Even the guards walking the catwalks took a
moment to watch the game as inmates fought for possession of the ball.

	On the sidelines, David Rodriguez cheered on his 2 brothers and his
lover, Alex. Alex and David had just made love that morning before
breakfast (with the blessings of his brothers Raul and Carlos). His
brothers set up a rendezvous for them, away from prying eyes and ears. They
stood guard outside their cell door to make sure they weren't
disturbed. David sucked Alex's dick until it was standing stiff and tall,
before laying on his back with his legs parted to get fucked. Alex moved
into him easily, sliding in up to his balls as he started fucking like he
would any woman on the street. But unknown to the 2 lovers, Raul Rodriguez
had taken to peeking in on them during their love making. Raul wasn't gay,
having sustained from sex in prison with the one exception of butt fucking
Alex that first time he found him doing his little brother. But Raul found
it hard to refrain from peeking in every now and then to watch the 2 men go
at it. He couldn't help looking at Alex's hairy tan ass pump up and down as
he humped into his brother, causing flashbacks to enter Raul's head of how
hot and tight his "brother in-law's" ass was that time he fucked him in the
stairwell (chap-2).
	Now they play on the same team, fighting against the blacks for
possession. Alex goes head to head with Tyrone Ware, a convicted killer
whom beat his boss to death after being fired from the post officer "mail
sorting" department. Tyrone was aggressive, and elbowed Alex in the jaw
when he grabbed for the ball. Alex fell backwards onto the playing court,
as blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

"ALEX...!!" yelled David from the sidelines.
	Raul walked over and helped Alex up from the ground.

"You okay?" he asked, watching Alex wipe the blood from his nose.

"Yeah, I think so." he said, looking over at Tyrone. Tyrone was with his
teammates, bragging about how hard he elbowed the chicano.

"Don't worry about it, hommie..., we'll get that black mother fucker next
time." promised Raul, patting Alex sportsmanly on the ass. Alex thought
nothing of it, but the instant feel of his ass on his hand, caused Raul's
dick to stir. "Yo..., letz get this game started!" he yelled, trying to
distract his train of thought.
	The inmates continued their game, pounding the court with their
feet, and fighting for the rebounds. In the stands sat friends, cellmates,
hommies, lovers, tormentors, and enemies alike. Beside David (on his left)
sat 42 yr old Muhammad Shaeed, watching his lover and faith-mate Abdul
Shabott play his heart out. Muhammad didn't usually sit through these ball
games, but that was before he felt obligated to cheer on his cellmate and
lover. He and Abdul had become the closest friends, closer than their
Muslim faith would allow. But neither man wanted what they had to end, for
in the prison hole, they've finally found something besides their faith in
religion that made them secure.
	One the opposite side of David sat the inmate more commonly known
as Genuwine. Chris Ford stole the name from the popular R&B singer with the
same name, because they looked alike. The original Genuwine was an
entertainer, and R&B sensation with the slick smooth moves of Bobby Brown
and Usher. Chris Ford was often likened to him, and the name just sort of
stuck. He was convicted in a drive-by shooting which left 3 innocent
underage girls dead on their doorsteps, the intended victims were nowhere
to be seen. Genuwine looked over at David Rodriguez, noticing something
effeminate about the man's concerns for his chicano partner. When David
jumped up and called Alex's name, Genuwine's gaydar shot off like a beacon.

"Sup, homs?" he said, starting small talk with the handsome 21 year old
hispanic.

"Yo." said David, not wanting to say much.

"That your boiz out there?" asked Genuwine, eyeing David up and down.

"Yeah..., them my brothers Raul and Carlos, and my hommies from my cell
block." Informed David, letting Genuwine know what he was in stored for if
he started some shit.

"Kew. So..., you like to bet on the games?" asked Genuwine, fishing for a
way to get into David's pants.

"I don't bet." said David, killing any chance Genuwine might have of
anything.

"So you don't have any confidence in your hommies, eh?" teased Genuwine.

"My hommies can play ball!" insisted David.

"Maybe on the streets, yeah..., but not in the hood, or on the prison
court." contested Genuwine. "Only the toughest mother fuckers can run the
prison courts!"

"So you saying my brother's aren't tough?" asked David, sensing a fight.

"I'm just saying..., if you've got all this confidence like you say you do,
why not bet on it? Put your money where your mouth is?" asked Gen.

"What you wanna bet?" asked David, falling into Genuwine's trap.
	Genuwine looked at David's cute Puerto-rican face, then looked
behind him at his ass and body while he sat on the bench...

"Why don't we bet for a quickie in the stairwell? A fast fuck? No one would
know the difference." offered Genuwine. Muhammad looked over at the dual,
having heard the entire conversation. David looked shocked by the offer. He
looked Genuwine up and down, noticing for the first time how handsome the
black man really was. His eyes traveled down into Genuwine's lap, where he
saw the young black guy grope his meaty sausage.

"Okay..., winner takes all!" agreed David.
	He and Genuwine shook hands on it, then turned their attention back
to the game. Abdul had the ball, dribbling it down the court when he passed
it off to Tyrone for an easy lay-up. But Tyrone was quickly accosted by
Raul and Carlos, whom came down on his head hard with their elbows,
knocking the 35 yr old former postal worker to the ground in a heap.

"Yo, what the fuck...!!? yelled Killer-Pete, rushing to the aid of his boi.

"Yo homs..., turn about's fair play, man! Your hommie clocked MY guy, and
he got checked right back! What?" said Raul, standing his ground.
	The game turned into a quick pushing match as black and hispanic
inmates started calling out threats. Prison guards quickly broke up the
mayhem, sending each team on its way.

"Looks like you owe me some ass, chicketo!" said Genuwine, pointing out how
the blacks won by forfeit.
	David followed Genuwine into the prison. The stairwells of Piedmont
Penitentiary don't have cameras, being built long before the video age of
technology. So the stairwells are usually where inmates go to do illegal
dealings such as; drugs, ambush, rape, and sex.

	Genuwine took David into a stairwell not commonly used. David found
himself extremely excited, having not had much dick since his arrival to
prison, other than that of his boyfriend Alex. David had long eyed several
of the black inmates, viewing their dark muscular bodies and large
crotches. But segregation had kept David from venturing down that road. If
his brothers ever found out that he fucked around with one of them, they'd
hit the ceiling. The only thing worse than being a fag, is being a fag for
niggers.
	David got down on his knees before the black inmate, and waited
while he presented his hardon for sucking. David took his time looking over
the black muscle, having never actually seen a black dick up
close. Genuwine was a paper bag brown complexion, but his dick was a tad
darker. It stood a good 7 inches out from his balls, the fat round head
already dripping signs of pre-cum.

	David wasted no time taking it into his mouth. He knew time was of
the essence, and didn't want to be found in a compromising position with a
black inmate by one of his chicano friends. His brother Raul had already
insisted David keep a low profile about his sexuality, as he didn't want to
see his brother used and abused by inmates. All too often he'd seen
effeminate men like David bent over and fucked raw, their assholes busted
open by the force of so many dicks penetrating them in succession.
	David swallowed Genuwine's dick, leaving out any doubt of his
expertise in gay sex. David was good at what he did, he'd been sucking
dicks in his neighborhood since he was 15, hiding in the backs of cars, or
store alleyways, and the restrooms in school or in the malls of Philly. He
learned his craft by experience, having worked over many men in the
process, all up under the noses of his 2 big brothers.

	Genuwine felt his dick starting to strain and thicken in David's
throat as he coaxed him closer and closer to climax. But Genuwine didn't
want to blow his load down David's throat, he wanted to plant up the
chicano boi's ass. "You get fucked?" he asked in a low raspy tone, his
breathing hard and shallow as he tried to hold off cumming.

"Only my boyfriend fucks my ass!" said David, pulling off Genuwine's dick.

"Bet I can throw you a better fuck than that rican boyfriend of yours!" bet
Genuwine, touching on David's curiosity. David felt his asshole pucker at
the thought of being fucked by the fat dick black boy. He often wondered
what sex would be like with one of them, and with Alex's load already
clogging his innards, how would Alex be able to tell that he'd been
unfaithful?

"Okay..., but make it quick!" said David, standing up to undo his pants.

"Quick is what I do best!" joked Genuwine, his dick already throbbing at
the thought of dumping a load.
	David pulled down his pants and turned around, facing away from
Genuwine. Genuwine spread David's bare buns, then wedged his wet dick up
between the cheeks. David closed his eyes and sighed as the black dick sank
inside of him, pushing pass his sphincter muscles as it pressed deep
inside. David held onto the wall as Genuwine grabbed his hips and started
fucking into him.

"Oh shit...! Yeah! Fuck me man! Damn! Oh, fuck yeah! Yes! Shit!" moaned
David, feeling the dick move in and out of him. Alex's dick may have been
slightly longer than Genuwine's by an inch or so, but Genuwine's dick was
thicker, stretching David's asshole wider as he gave David a different kind
of fucking than his boyfriend.
	It'd been awhile since David felt anyone other than Alex inside
him, and the stretching felt marvelous to his ass. He liked the slight pain
he felt, the urgent gripping of his hips as the black man pumped his
forbidden dick deep into his hispanic gut. He liked the idea of forbidden
sex with the inmate, sneaking around behind his brother's backs while he
gave his ass up to the sexy singer look alike.

	Genuwine (in turn) was getting his dick sucked good by David's
slick asshole. He'd been slightly taken aback at how easily he entered the
boy's ass, but was pleasantly surprised when David clamped down his anal
muscles, stroking him off with his asshole. Genuwine could tell by the
slick film of slime coating his dick that David had gotten a load recently
up his ass. It excited him knowing that he was about to add his own elixir
to the murky mix in David's bowels. He pulled Davis ass up higher, giving
himself a better target as he humped harder. David groaned and grunted with
each inward thrust, feeling his hole fucked from deep within. His own dick
was rock hard between his legs as he gripped it and started stroking it.

"Yeah..., gimme that ass you fucking spic! Yeah bitch..., I'm about to blow
in that fucking hole of your! You want this load, bitch?" asked Genuwine,
through clinched teeth.

"Yeah man! Bust those baby makers up my ass, man! Give it to me!"
encouraged David, stroking his own dick harder.
	David felt the fat black dick punching through his slick anus with
increasing speed. He stroked his own dick until he started shooting cum all
over the stairwell walls and floor. At that very moment his asshole closed
down on Genuwine's plunging manhood, causing his dick to throb and pulse as
it shot forth a thick wad of cum deep within the rican's backside.

"Oh, fuck yeah...!!" shouted Genuwine, filling David's ass with sperm.
	After a few minutes, his dick stopped pulsating as he slowly pulled
it out. "Yo, what's your name, hommie?" he asked, tucking his dick back
into his pants.

"David." answered Rodriguez, pulling up his own pants as he fixed his
clothing.

"I'm Genuwine." said Chris, shaking the rican's hand. "Any chance of me
getting some more of that rican lovin' anytime soon?" he asked, ready to go
again. David smiled broadly, unable to hide his confidence.

"So you liked that ass, eh?" he asked, looking down at Genuwine's crotch.

"Just about as much as you liked that dick in you, yeah." said Genuwine,
playing it cool.

"It was aight..." laughed David.

"Aiight? Just aiight?" asked Genuwine.

"It was okay." rephrased the hispanic.

"Who was better..., me, or your boi?" asked Genuwine, being competitive.

"Hummm..., lemme think...!" smiled David, taking his time to
answer. Genuwine pulled him into his arms, holding him chest to
chest. "...YOU were." He admitted softly, with a serious tone.

"Thought so." said Genuwine, kissing David's soft pink lips. The 2 men
tongue kissed in the stairwell for a full minute, until they heard a door
opening a level or two above them, signaling to them that their rendezvous
was over. "Meet me back here tomorrow..., and I'll make your day better for
you!" said Genuwine, pulling away.

"Oh..., so you think you all of that?" asked David, intrigued by the
handsome man's cocky demeanor.

"I know I got what you like!" smiled Genuwine. "Meet me back here if you
want it!" he added, before disappearing out the door they came in.
	Back at his cell block, David Rodriguez walked back to his prison
cell, where he found his 2 brothers (Raul and Carlos), taking care of his
boyfriend's bloody nose.

"Where the fuck've you been?" asked Raul, hovering over Alex as he helped
apply toilet tissue up his nose.

"I was..uh..., what happened?" asked David, seeing his boyfriend (Alex)
laying back on his brother's bed.

"That fucking nigger Tyrone clocked him with his elbow! Busted his nose
open, that's what!" said Carlos, pulling more tissue off the roll.

"Maybe we should take him to the infirmary?" asked David, looking in
between his 2 brother's bodies.

"No. No, I'm alright. It doesn't feel broken." said Alex, sitting up in
bed.

"Are you sure?" asked David, standing back.

"Take care of your man!" said Raul, stepping aside to make room for David
to squeeze in. David sat on the edge of the bed, touching Alex's nose
gently.

"OUCH!" flinched Alex. "It's sore..., but its not broken."

"Poor baby..." said David, leaning forward to kiss Alex gently on the
lips. Raul and Carlos backed away, looking at each other awkwardly, not
knowing how to react to their brother's effeminate kindness to his
boyfriend. When David pulled back, Alex looked at him puzzlingly.

"Since when do you smoke?" he asked, smelling the residue nicotine on
David's lips from Genuwine's mouth.


Pt-4
	St Elizabeth Hospital, 3pm...

"I'm here to see Tempest Williams..."

"No one gets in to see the prisoner." stated the policeman on duty,
guarding Tempest's hospital door.

"I'm his lawyer."

"Show me some I.D." insisted the cop. The man reached into his back pocket
and pulled out his wallet. Then he searched through its contents, and
handed the officer his identification. "Mr Brian Dunn, attorney at law..."
read the officer, before handing the I.D. back. "Go in. You've got 5
minutes!"

"That's all I need." smiled Dunn, heading into the room.
	Tempest Williams lay in his hospital bed behind a curtain,
recovering from wounds sustained in a brutal rape and beating at Piedmont
Penitentiary. Machines monitored his progress, alerting nursing should any
significant changes occurred. Dunn walked up beside Temp's bed, touching
him gently on his handcuffed arm to awaken him. Tempest opened his eyes
slowly, a smile crept across his face when he recognized the familiar face
staring down at him.

"How...how'd you...get in here?" he asked, weakly.

"I told them I was your lawyer!" smiled Dunn.

"And...they believed...you?"

"I have fake I.D., made from one of mr Pooh's associates." said Dunn (POOH
is Tempest's partner in crime). "I'm here to inform you that Pooh has
everything under control on the outside! He's started up a new base of
operations that the cops don't know of, and is pumping out new forms of
Sextasy everyday! We're also making arrangements to bust you out of here
before they can transfer you back to that prison!"

"Wat...would I do...without you?" asked Tempest, smiling at all the good
news.

"Hopefully we'll never find out!" said Dunn, having developed feelings for
Tempest. "I HATE what they've done to you! You're a strong man, Tempest...,
I hate seeing you like this!"

"I'll...be back...!" said Tempest, confidently.

"Is there anything I can do to help relieve the pain?" asked Dunn, wiping
the moisture from Tempest's brow with his hand. Tempest shook his head
gently. "You sure?" asked Dunn, reaching down to grope Tempest soft dick
through the bed sheets. Tempest's eyes re-opened as a mischievous smile
spread across Dunn's lips. "Want me to suck that big dick of yours before I
go?" he asked, massaging the knot until it began to grow and
thicken. Tempest said nothing as he simply laid there. Dunn took it upon
himself to pull down Tempest's sheets, and pull up his gown. Tempest's big
dick sprung up fully hard and tiling left. "Gosh I miss this dick!" sighed
Dunn, bending forward over the rail as he took Tempest's hardon into his
mouth.
	Tempest closed his eyes as he lay back and enjoyed the blow
job. Dunn sucked the head, lavishing the crown with his lips and tongue
before sinking the shaft into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down,
allowing his mouth to become one with the big pillar of manhood he grew so
quickly to love as the Mayor's assistant (in chap-15 of Precinct-23).
	Outside the hospital room, the police officer on duty checked his
watch. 5 minutes were up. He got up from his seat, and pushed open the
door. The curtain was still drawn around the bed, so he couldn't see what
was going on. Quietly he walked in, hearing the faint but obvious sounds of
slurping. He reached the curtain, and peeked through the small opening to
see the lawyer guy bent over the bed, with Tempest's big thick dick stuck
in his mouth.

"Holy shit...!" whispered the cop, watching Dunn swallow the whole thing
like an anaconda. 9 full inches of rock hard solid drug dealer dick
disappeared down into the fake lawyer's throat. The officer watched behind
the closed curtain as the drug dealer was blown right there in the
hospital, -on tax payer's dollars.
	Dunn bobbed his head up and down, washing and massaging Tempest's
dick with his mouth. He gobbled up every inch on the down stroke, taking it
into his talented throat again and again. The officer had a clear view of
Tempest's hairy balls and long hard thick dick as it disappeared between
the lawyer's lips. He began to rub his own hardening dick bulge through his
uniform while he watched, suddenly wishing it was his dick getting the
expert sucking. He'd been on the job for hours, and could definitely use a
suck break (so to speak). He watched with wide eyes as Tempest's balls
slowly tightened in their sack, then contracted as his dick throbbed. He
heard Dunn choke briefly, and knew by the way the visible parts of the dick
pulsed, that Tempest was blowing a big load down the councilor's throat.

	Dunn moaned softly as his mouth filled with Tempest's cream. His
own dick was brick hard in his suit pants, trapped in his underwear and
begging for release while he feasted on Tempest's cum. He drank it down,
loving the flavor and the texture as it slithered slowly down into his
belly. The volume was great, and the texture thick. He drank the cum, then
sucked the dick for any remains. Once Tempest's dick started to soften, he
knew he had every drop. He stood up next to the bed and re-covered his boss
with the gown and sheets. He rubbed Tempest gently on his forehead, before
kissing it good-bye. Tempest lay sleeping as Dunn turned towards the
curtains.
	Outside the room, he found the officer setting in his chair.

"All done." he said, walking pass the uniformed man.

"Took longer than 5 minutes!" said the officer.

"Sorry about that..." apologized Dunn. "...but I got what I needed!" he
added, disappearing down the hall.

"I bet you did!" said the officer, nursing the hardon in his crotch.

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