Gloryhole Swallows – B101-1 Pic(s)
The dimly lit alley reeked of stale beer and desperation. A single, worn gloryhole gaped in the brick wall, promising anonymous release. He knelt, his breath catching in his throat as he pressed his face against the rough brick, the anticipation a burning knot in his stomach. A low moan echoed from the other side, a prelude to the rhythmic sucking that soon followed. His cock, already hard, throbbed against the cool stone as a warm mouth enveloped him, expertly working its magic. The pressure intensified, the tongue swirling, teasing, and then plunging deep, eliciting a groan that was half pleasure, half pain. He bucked against the unseen lips, his body arching, the rhythm building to a crescendo of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The world narrowed, focusing solely on the exquisite sensation of being devoured, swallowed whole. The release was explosive, a torrent of pleasure that left him weak and trembling. He collapsed against the wall, spent but satisfied, the memory of the anonymous encounter seared into his mind.
