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.

Part 6. Irish Glory

During the bad old days in Northern Ireland I was given the job of looking after the place for my company. After initial apprehension, I discovered a whole new way of life. With the constant security threats and the danger of being out an about at night there was virtually no gay life at all on the surface. More guys seemed to marry and more guys seemed to be looking for instant relief. There was a whole world of randy married guys out there just waiting for me.

To satisfy their needs, there were a number of glory holes in Bangor, Belfast, Cookstown, Londonderry, Coleraine and Omagh. The Belfast ones were quickly closed down but the rural ones stayed active. I have a number of stories to tell but as before I will only relate the ones with which are a bit different.

Enniskillen: This is not really a glory hole story at all but the story is so erotic and left me with thumping heart through excitement and fear that it is worth retelling here. The toilet in question was in the town centre and had a small hole between two cubicles and one out to the urinals too. What seemed to happen is that after a bit of exposure, the guy in the next cubicle would stand on the seat and look over, ducking down if anyone came in. Guys seemed to have no fear of joining their neighbour if they wanted. This seemed a bit risky to me and was something I avoided. With only two cubicles, it was only too easy to get trapped with a queue outside waiting to use the toilet.

On one fair day I had popped in and waited only a few minutes before I had a neighbour. I could make out very little about age or features through the hole, so was playing hard to get. I was suddenly aware that I was being watched and looked up to see an absolute Adonis. This young lad looked to be around 19, with soft but curly blonde hair, cut short. He was just beautiful. He asked if I had somewhere to go but I didn’t.

“That’s o.k.” he said, “Just come with me to the nurse’s area at the hospital.”

He was obviously a student nurse so he joined me in the car and we drove in my car to the local hospital. We parked in the car park and he led me straight through the front door of the hospital, past reception and along a corridor. There were many doors but we stopped at one and entered. The room had coats on hooks around the wall, a sink, some seating and an examination couch. There were also a few lockers.

“Here we are,” he said, “We’ll be safe here.”

I questioned him about the room but he informed me it was used by on-duty nurses who came nowhere near in the middle of a shift. He was very positive and I assumed his inside knowledge would make it