Gloryhole Swallows – Jul. 16, 2021 Pic(s)
The dimly lit alley reeked of stale beer and desperation, a perfect backdrop for the anonymous encounter I craved. My fingers traced the rough edges of the worn wood surrounding the glory hole, a small, dark aperture promising forbidden pleasures. Tonight, I wasn’t looking for a face, a name, or a connection. Just the raw, unadulterated thrill of anonymous release.
I pressed my lips to the cool, smooth surface, the anticipation building with each passing second. A low groan echoed from the other side, a primal sound that sent shivers down my spine. Slowly, tentatively, I began to explore the darkness beyond the hole, my tongue darting out to taste the salty tang of sweat and pre-cum. The taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and danger.
A thick, throbbing member pressed against my lips, filling my mouth completely. The size was impressive, a testament to the man’s virility. I wrapped my lips around it, savoring the warmth and the power it held. The rhythmic pulsing against my tongue was hypnotic, a sensual dance that left me breathless.
I sucked with a fervor born of desperation, my tongue working tirelessly to explore every inch of its length. The man groaned again, a deeper, more guttural sound this time, his hips bucking against the wood. I could feel the intensity of his pleasure through the barrier, a raw, untamed energy that mirrored my own.
My hands found purchase on the rough wood, my fingers digging in as I increased the intensity of my ministrations. I pulled him deeper into my mouth, my throat aching with the effort, but the pleasure was too intense to stop. I could feel the muscles tense and relax, the rhythm of his body a symphony of pure sensation.
