Gloryhole Swallows - Jan. 13, 2020 (Remastered)

Gloryhole Swallows – Jan. 13, 2020 (Remastered) Pic(s)

The dimly lit alley reeked of stale beer and desperation. Rain slicked the grimy brick walls, reflecting the neon glow of a distant bar. Tonight, the glory hole was his sanctuary. He knelt, the rough concrete biting into his knees, anticipation coiling in his gut. A muffled groan from the other side sent a shiver down his spine. He pressed himself against the cold, damp wood, the rough texture a stark contrast to the smooth skin he anticipated. A warm, wet mouth enveloped his cock, a hungry suction pulling him in. He moaned, the sound swallowed by the darkness. The rhythmic sucking intensified, each stroke a wave of pleasure washing over him. He ground against the wood, desperate for more. The anonymous lips worked their magic, coaxing him closer to the edge. He felt himself nearing the precipice, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. Then, with a guttural cry, he exploded, his release a torrent of pure sensation. He collapsed against the wall, spent but satisfied, the memory of the anonymous encounter a burning ember in his mind.