Gloryhole Swallows – Oct. 27, 2017 Pic(s)
The dim light of the alley cast long shadows as I approached the glory hole. October 27th, 2017, a date I wouldn’t soon forget. The anticipation thrummed in my gut, a nervous excitement mixed with a potent desire. I pressed myself against the rough wood, the familiar scent of sweat and desperation filling my nostrils. A muffled groan from the other side sent a shiver down my spine. Slowly, tentatively, I began to move, the rhythmic friction building to a crescendo. The sounds of pleasure, both mine and his, filled the small space, a symphony of moans and gasps. His breath hitched as I found the perfect rhythm, my tongue working its magic. The intensity built, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over us until we both reached the precipice, the release explosive and utterly satisfying. The silence that followed was broken only by the ragged breaths and the lingering warmth between us. A shared moment of intense intimacy, fleeting yet unforgettable, in the anonymity of a glory hole.
