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Location: Out on the Plane Wide Fields of Africa
Bio: It was just another typical day at XXX university, and Milo was minding his own business attending a protest for his own event. He and his two buddies were about to interrupt the protest and trigger some fat feminist bitches when out of nowhere, he felt a hand softly groping his large and firm left buttock. Unconsciously, his dick stiffened, and as he turned to greet his, molester, it slid into said molester's hand. There, caressing his meat while staring deep into his eyes, the man Milo found was none other than Ben Shapiro. "Come," Ben whispered, "it's crowded, let's go somewhere more <private>." Of course, Milo obeyed. Who could resist the allure of Ben's world famous BBC? Certainly not Milo. Seeing Milo leaving with so venerable a partner, his two companions became jealous and began to passionately kiss and grope one another in a last-ditch effort to bring The Great One's coveted favor back upon themselves. But all of this effort was for naught, and they ended up leaving together to spend the night releasing their woe onto one another's bodies. Meanwhile, Milo and Ben left the rally and began the journey to Ben's abode.

To be continued in Volume Two : Big Bone Ben and his Palace of Perverse and Perverted Pleasure.
Sex: Male

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Wee Willy Winky runs through the town.
Upstairs downstairs, in his nightgown.
Rapping at the windows, crying through the lock.
Are all the children in their beds? For now it's eight o'clock.