Gloryhole Swallows – May 21, 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. He knelt, his breath misting in the cold air, his eyes glued to the dark hole in the wall. The anticipation throbbed, a low hum in his chest. He knew the risks, the anonymity, the fleeting nature of the encounter. But the promise of anonymous, urgent pleasure was too strong to resist. He pressed himself against the rough wood, the cool metal of the rim a stark contrast against his heated skin. A muffled groan from the other side sent a jolt of electricity through him. He began to move, the rhythm building with each thrust, the taste of anticipation turning into the sweet surrender of release. The sounds from the other side intensified, a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed his own. For a brief, stolen moment, he was lost in the pure, unadulterated pleasure, the anonymity a shield against the vulnerability of intimacy. Then, silence. He pulled away, leaving behind the lingering warmth and the echo of shared ecstasy. He stood, the rain washing away the evidence, leaving only the memory of the encounter, a secret held close against the cold night.
