The Exhibition Hall
The gong snaps Roberto from a transitory stupor fostered by boredom. He feels himself begin to stiffen... a Pavlovian response knowing that in five minutes he must have his manhood standing ready to please... and he wants to please.
He bolsters his psychological response by physically pulling on his PC muscles. He looks down and senses odd pride as his p***s swells. He rises from his coarse sleeping mat to kneel. Inwardly he smiles, grateful to be sighted… grateful for the mobility… however limited. Thrusting forth his hips, he causes the humbler to tense his entrapped scrotum, adding to the sensory input which leads to tumescence. It appears he is humping thin air, but the results are as desired. Mentally... physically... emotionally... he prepares himself for full e
