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A recordsetting erection, a pantsbuster if ever there was one, has turned the front of his jeans into a tent.
Desperation, page 443
He still had a world-class hardon, and he could badly use a reprieve from that, but now his thoughts seemed a little more his own.
Desperation, page 256
He saw himself rubbing that ugly damned thing - ugly but powerful - against his erect penis.
Desperation, page 256
Like his hardon was a mistake, too.
Desperation, page 253
Her husband was hung up like a fucking overcoat right behind them, but he was still getting a fairly respectable stiffy, especially for a man with possible prostate woes.
Desperation, page 227
Another, surely not Disney-sanctioned, showed Goofy pulling down his pants every seven seconds or so, revealing a large boner with the words HYUCK HYUCK HYUCK written on it.
Desperation, page 201
That was how he felt now, only there was no hardon, no tingling armhairs, no ecstasy, and no sense of terror, not really.
Desperation, page 173
His eyes felt like globes of electricity in chrome sockets, his stomach rolled, his penis filled with blood and stood up hard as a skillet-handle.
Desperation, page 172
…something else had come up. Probably his cock, at the sight of a raised skirt.
Desperation, page 77
He dropped a hand into his lap and wasn’t exactly surprised at what he found there.
Desperation, page 63