Date: Mon, 6 Oct 2003 16:58:46 +0100 (BST)
From: "R. Lee" <kewtieboy@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Glory Days Part 2 - Sleepy Prestwick (MM/oral/voyeur/glory)

THE GLORY DAYS

This is a romp through the 60's and 70's when glory
holes were everywhere and sex was there for the
having. Straight guys, bi-guys and gay guys who just
wanted uncomplicated and anonymous sex. These stories
are short (just like glory hole sex) and take place in
the Northern half of the U.K. and Ireland where the
teller travelled on business for many years. The
stories are more or less true as are the venues.
Enjoy.


2. Sleepy Prestwick


Ayrshire, some thirty or so miles from the large city
of Glasgow had traditionally been a popular spot for
day trips for people from that city. The town of
Prestwick, a popular retiral town, just one or so
miles from the larger town of Ayr. It was on the West
coast and had some stunning beaches including a gay
one just a few miles up the coast.

As with many seaside resorts, the toilets could be
very interesting in season and one or two even had
glory holes. One stuck out amongst the rest and this
was right in the  middle of town. In traditional glory
hole fashion it had three cubicles and the hole
between one and two was adequate but the hole between
two and three was almost big enough to crawl through.
This could be slightly embarrassing for unsuspecting
tourists in need of urgent relief who were often
sitting down and happily relieving themselves before
they saw someone almost alongside them. This could
sometimes also be interesting.

Stuck with some time on my hands I figured an early
visit (late morning) might not be fruitful but at
least I would get in before the lunch time rush and
before some pensioner who had all the time in the
world to sit in the middle cubicle and hope.

I was in for just a few minutes when I heard voices
coming into the toilet. It sounded like a young lad
and an older man and from the conversation, the young
lad was coming into the cubicle. He came in, pulled
down his cotton trousers and  pants and sat down. I
heard him piss and then there was a slight gasp as he
saw the hole and a naked pair of legs next to him. He
sat forward to look up at my face then, when he saw me
looking, sat bolt upright with his hands between his
legs. I was sitting in similar fashion.

Nothing was happening so I let my hands stroke my cock
just a little until is started to rise gently and I
made sure he could see the tip through my fingers. He
slowly pulled his hands back to reveal a very stiff
uncut six inch cock with a small dark curly patch of
hair above and very few elsewhere. I stood up to
reveal my seven inches in its glory and he bent
forward to get a good look. I pushed it to the hole
and let my cock and balls suspend there. I felt a
gentle touch on the tip and then on my balls. He very
softly stroked it, almost as though he were examining
it. I had a very strong feeling that this was the
first erect cock he had seen other than his own. He
pulled the foreskin back gently then cupped my balls
and softly wanked me. It was heaven.

Suddenly I heard a man's voice say, "Are you going to
be much longer John, your Mum and I are waiting
outside."

"Won't be long Dad," he replied.

I pulled back and got him to stand up and I put his
stiff cock in my mouth. It was absolutely rigid with
that soft, light hollow feel that only a teen cock
has. I sucked as he continued to talk to his Dad about
where they were going for lunch. I found this highly
erotic, sucking off some guy's son while he carried on
a normal conversation with his father.

He pulled out and bent down to say, "Don't go away."

With that he pulled up his pants and left quickly. Oh
the innocence of youth to think that when he returned
the empty cubicle would still be waiting and empty. I
knew how my luck normally ran and, true to form, an
old coughing man entered the cubicle pulled down his
pants and started to flop around with his cock. I
ignored him. Sadly this does not always work. After
fifteen minutes of playing with himself and being
ignored, he finally left.

Surprise but who should follow him in but my little
angel. His pants were down in a flash and, with a
quick, cursory look to ensure it was me, his cock came
straight through with his sweet little balls hanging
below. I was aware that I had company on the opposite
side and someone who had obviously seen the lad coming
in had decided that watching was almost as good as
having. I ensured he got a good show as I slurped on
the lad's meat, licked his balls and then turned him
round. I made him bend with his two round buttocks to
the hole and he bent over like an expert. Wonderfully,
his bottom smelt of soap and nothing else. My tongue
delved into his rosebud and started to lick. I was
getting encouragement in a whisper from behind and a
suggestion to fuck him. I felt that this was perhaps
too much for his first outing. I rimmed and managed to
push my tongue well into his hole while holding the
lad's balls between his legs. He was breathing very
heavily.

He was keen to have my cock through again and this
time his sucking was of a much higher standard. He
licked my knobhead, my balls and even put his hands
between my legs to find my hole where his finger was
pushed. Now the thought of this little virgin fucking
me did cross my mind but true life is not like the
erotic story and I decided against it. I bent down
again and took his cock in my mouth, wanking and
sucking at the same time. It pulsed just once and a
jet of thin cum shot out with a force I have rarely
experienced. Four powerful jets hit me full on the
face and mouth followed by two smaller ones, which I
caught on my hands and lips.

The lad was out of the toilet like greased lighting. I
sat back with the cum dripping down on to my front. My
shirt was open. The guy on the other side was putting
his tongue to the hole so I dripped some of the lad's
cum onto his tongue and he eagerly licked it up. His
cock then came through and I knew he urgently needed
release. I wanked him in similar fashion and was
rewarded with three strong jets of thick cum on my
face.

When he left, I sat back and let the cum run down my
face and on to my chest. I took my cock in my hand and
enjoyed the luxury of slowly wanking myself with the
mixed cum on my hands and cock until I came on my own
belly to mingle with that of the older guy and young
lad.

I mopped up as best I could and left. I had many more
experiences in that toilet but nothing will match that
feeling of sucking a lad's cock while he talks quite
normally to his Dad.

Like most or all of the toilets in this story, the
glory hole has long gone and only the memories remain.


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