The Glory Days

Part One

I knew nothing about glory holes and just a little about toilets. I had my first car and lived in Edinburgh and enjoyed straight, ordinary cottaging. Then someone told me about a toilet near some links in Edinburgh centre, which was part of the changing rooms for a bowling green, and the partition walls in the cubicles that had been cut to form a glory hole on either side of three of the cubicles. I thought it would be worth investigating and found it to be very busy. In fact, so much so that getting a seat at peak times could be difficult, especially if some aging geriatric decided to take up residence in the middle cubicle. This is an occupational hazard known to all glory hole visitors.

I will not waste too much time over my encounters, good or bad, but tell the story of my favourite one.

It was late one Saturday morning and the toilet had still not picked up for the day. I sat discreetly in my car keeping an eye on the entrance. I saw a young guy walking towards the door. Now this was no ordinary young guy. I had been trying to pick him up in the toilets in town for quite some time, as I liked guys younger than me. He was slim, blonde, not camp at all, and extremely pretty. Sadly, he liked guys his own age and, though I was not much older, he had made it clear that I was not going to get my hands on his body.

He looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth and I watched to see if he was just heading home or was actually going to pay a visit. He walked in.

I shot out of the car and ran to the door. He was in the middle cubicle. I went in next to him and decided to play it cool so just unzipped, pulled down my jeans and pants and sat quietly. The hole was a round one and sizeable enough for most cocks. There were a number of smaller holes at eye level and I decided to cover most of these, leaving just a couple slightly lower. I gently massaged my cock and looked through. No response. Had he recognised me?

He was sitting on the pan, corded jeans at his ankles and a lovely small pair of grey briefs down there, too. His hands discreetly covered his private area. I could feel my cock rising so decided to let it. Gently with a mind of its own, my 7 inch uncut cock rose through my hands and I gently stroked it. I could see him look. He then stood as if to leave and turned his back to me.

“Damn,” I thought, “he’s going.”

I sat back, trying not to look too anxious, when suddenly his cock came through the hole. There is nothing so exciting as watching a stiff cock slide towards you through a glory hole. This cock was especially inviting because I shouldn’t have been having it at all. It was just under 6 inches with a little bunch of foreskin on the tip, which parted as the cock came through. It had that really light feel that young cocks have, even when