Gloryhole Swallows – May 10, 2020 (Remastered) Pic(s)
The dimly lit alley reeked of stale beer and desperation. He knelt, his breath catching in his throat as he watched the anonymous silhouette shift against the rough brick. The anticipation was a delicious agony, a slow burn building in his gut. He knew what awaited him – the dark, damp warmth of a waiting mouth, the urgent suck and swallow of a stranger’s need. He pressed himself closer, the rough wood of the glory hole cool against his skin. The first tentative lick sent a jolt of pure pleasure through him, a wave of heat that spread from his groin to the tips of his fingers. He groaned, the sound muffled by the wood, and surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of the encounter. The darkness concealed both anonymity and ecstasy, a perfect storm of forbidden desires. The rhythmic sucking intensified, each swallow a testament to the raw, untamed power of the moment. He was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, his body trembling with the force of it all. The experience was primal, visceral, a release so complete it left him breathless and spent. He pulled away, leaving behind only the lingering scent of sweat and desire.
