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Lem was the one who told Buck about “the hole room”. Buck first thought Lem said “the whole room”, and he was mystified about what that meant.
“You can stick it in the hole in the hole room,” Lem said — Buck thought — and when Lem saw that Buck didn’t get it, Lem repeated it. “The hole room. Stick ya dick in it.”
“I stick my dick in the whole room?”
Lem nodded. He rolled his eyes. “C’mon, whiteboy, you walkin’ ’round wit’ a hardon, I seen that. Let’s go. It’s nasty, and ain’t nobody enjoy peepin’ that. You got a hundred bucks?” He grabbed Buck’s dick through his oil-soaked jeans.
“I still dunno what you mean!” Buck said with a grin. “I put my whole dick in the room?”
“That ain’t what I said,” Lem said. “You are one straight-up retarded white-trash bigfoot.” He opened the door and went in. Buck followed. Lem pointed to a hole in the wall and said, “There.”
Buck looked at the hole. He furrowed his brow. He still hadn’t realize this was the hole room, not the whole room — Buck wasn’t much of a reader, so he wasn’t even aware those words were spelled differently. “This is it?” Buck asked, meaning is this the entire room?
So he was surprised when Lem nodded. “Yep. Ain’t you was in jail a couple weeks, right?”
Buck had told Lem that, about when Buck and his post-high-school wrestling team had gotten drunk and picked a fight, Buck spent two weeks in jail. Lem had spent nine years in prison.
The hole was the only thing in the room. It stank in here, but other than that, Buck didn’t know why he had come here. He smiled like this was a prank he understood. He looked into the hole, but all he saw on the other side of the wall was another empty room.
“Ain’t ya jail got a gloryhole?” Lem said. He had a lopsided grin, which revealed his yellowed teeth. He took a folded hundred-dollar bill out of the pocket of his workjeans. He undid the belt, let the jeans fall to his ankles, then waddled to the hole. He lowered his underwear just enough to bare his crotch.
“You put ya dick in there?! You pissin’?” Buck’s eyes opened wide and he stepped back. He couldn’t actually see Lem’s cock from behind, but it was obvious where he had placed it. “What — What the fuck, Lem? What’s in there?! Is it gettin’ cut off?”
“You gots a fool mind, redneck. You think I’s stickin’ my dick in a hole to cut it off?” Lem asked. He had an odd look on his face that Buck couldn’t identify, and Lem’s ropy muscles all flexed like he was humping the hole.

From Buck the Roughneck