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priapism50
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It was nice feeling a hot shower again after being homeless for so long.
After a few visits, I noticed these men that would enter what looked to be a closet and would leave after a couple of minutes.
My curiosity go the best of me and I checked it out. It turned out to be a halfway not a closet. I followed the dimly lit hall until it opened up into a room.
As I entered a naked guy had just stepped up to a hole in the wall inserted his erection into it and rang a bell.
Apparently it was a Gloryhole and someone on the other side was pleasuring him.
I quickly left and went home thinking about what I just witnessed.
That night I dreamed about some ancient doorway out in the woods. It was shrouded in darkness except for where the moon was shining on the entrance.
I would hear a bell and a hooded figure would enter and eventually leave. Over and over as I watched it kept happening like clockwork, the bell would toll, a figure would enter and leave.
I was curious, so I entered before the next bell. Beyond the entrance was a long, dimly lit, arched corridor made of brick; at the end was a room lit by an oddly shaped candle in each corner. a hole about waist high
The hole was adorned with what looked like scribbling of some language that I didn't understand, and circling around that were raised symbols. The whole area looked like it was the site of some primal ritual.
Suddenly a bell rang in the distance, but it seemed to be ringing in my head. The shrill sound of it bouncing around in my skull driving me to my knees in agony.
Barely being able to think, I noticed I was directly in front of the hole, but now there was an erect, swollen penis sticking out of it.
Something was compelling me, something was whispering in my mind that the ringing would stop if I completed the ritual.
I didn't understand what it wanted, but underneath my thoughts, I knew what I was supposed to do.
I obeyed and started sucking the cock. It felt good in my mouth, the ringing diminishing as I sucked and stroked its hardness. I could feel its skin growing tauter. The ringing was replaced by moans, but not of just one, I could hear the moaning of every man that had been on the opposite side of the wall.
I could hear the sounds of centuries of pleasure building; the faster I sucked, the faster they got.
Then I could clearly hear voices saying, "Suck it... Make me cum."
The ringing had faintly returned and was quickly growing louder. I didn't understand I was being obedient. Why was the ringing back?
The ringing finally drowned out everything until I realized that I was now awake and looking at my alarm clock.
After a few visits, I noticed these men that would enter what looked to be a closet and would leave after a couple of minutes.
My curiosity go the best of me and I checked it out. It turned out to be a halfway not a closet. I followed the dimly lit hall until it opened up into a room.
As I entered a naked guy had just stepped up to a hole in the wall inserted his erection into it and rang a bell.
Apparently it was a Gloryhole and someone on the other side was pleasuring him.
I quickly left and went home thinking about what I just witnessed.
That night I dreamed about some ancient doorway out in the woods. It was shrouded in darkness except for where the moon was shining on the entrance.
I would hear a bell and a hooded figure would enter and eventually leave. Over and over as I watched it kept happening like clockwork, the bell would toll, a figure would enter and leave.
I was curious, so I entered before the next bell. Beyond the entrance was a long, dimly lit, arched corridor made of brick; at the end was a room lit by an oddly shaped candle in each corner. a hole about waist high
The hole was adorned with what looked like scribbling of some language that I didn't understand, and circling around that were raised symbols. The whole area looked like it was the site of some primal ritual.
Suddenly a bell rang in the distance, but it seemed to be ringing in my head. The shrill sound of it bouncing around in my skull driving me to my knees in agony.
Barely being able to think, I noticed I was directly in front of the hole, but now there was an erect, swollen penis sticking out of it.
Something was compelling me, something was whispering in my mind that the ringing would stop if I completed the ritual.
I didn't understand what it wanted, but underneath my thoughts, I knew what I was supposed to do.
I obeyed and started sucking the cock. It felt good in my mouth, the ringing diminishing as I sucked and stroked its hardness. I could feel its skin growing tauter. The ringing was replaced by moans, but not of just one, I could hear the moaning of every man that had been on the opposite side of the wall.
I could hear the sounds of centuries of pleasure building; the faster I sucked, the faster they got.
Then I could clearly hear voices saying, "Suck it... Make me cum."
The ringing had faintly returned and was quickly growing louder. I didn't understand I was being obedient. Why was the ringing back?
The ringing finally drowned out everything until I realized that I was now awake and looking at my alarm clock.
