lol after my last post a user called ericsgloryholeadventures started following me.
I fumbled with my bike lock in the cold; I couldn’t feel my hands. Got it. Walked to the double doors, heavy. In I go and my glasses instantly fog up. Instead of taking them off and wiping them with my sweat soaked t-shirt under my damp hoodie, I just prop them on top of my head. I turn left, heels clicking down the marble floor. To the stairs. Up.
I’m on the 7th floor now and I’m looking at my phone, pulling up the email. An anonymous meeting in the bathroom in the northeast corner of this building, in this section, right now. I’m nervous. I feel like I just got into a car accident. I feel like I just saw someone die. My legs are shaking. I walk halfway there and then turn around and I’m fumbling with my phone. I look at photos on the wall and I muster up some real, truly significant interest in what they show. Ok, back to the bathroom. I walk towards it once again. I get to the door. Hands on the door, heart beating loudly.
I push the door open. It smells like sickly sweet and meaty in here under the pulsing fluorescent lights and I enter the unoccupied stall. I want to die. This is shameful. I sit down on the toilet and look towards the honest to god real life glory hole. Just like in porn sites and joke punchlines, just staring at me, judging me. I’m sweating again, profusely. I feel like I’m going to have diarrhea… good thing I’m already on the toilet. Then, I see it, just the tip at first, it’s glistening. It’s hot. There is steam coming off of it. Another inch glides through the gloryhole. A raw and wretched fantasy coming true, just like I always dreamed about and always told myself would never happen. I lower my lips to the member, taking it in… enjoying it’s scent and it’s warmth. I pull a few more inches out with my lips, caressing it with my tongue. I, ever so softly, run my teeth across the flesh; a little tug and a few more inches present themselves. It must be a foot long! And it’s covered in chili and onions, with the characteristic squiggle of mustard… all beef, too. God I love coneys. This was all worth it.
- Burning Tires
- Apocalyptic Dreams
- Being Called Faggot
I’ve always wanted to be a ghost. A ghost that falls in love with a human and we have mutually enjoyable transdimensional romance.
nuke my nasty nuts from orbit
slay my scrote six ways from sunday
blast my balls with a battle cannon