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.
3 – The Park

The County of Ayrshire, just 30 minutes drive from Glasgow, and used as a summer resort for day trips from that big city, had more than its fare share of glory holes. I mentioned a busy one in part 2 but everyone knew this Park. This toilet stood on a busy roundabout just outside the centre of Ayr town itself and people came from far and wide to drink at the fountain. It was brick built and had the magical three cubicles, with the required holes between.

I have enjoyed many an afternoon dipping in and out playing or just hanging around. I once managed eight loads of cum on my face in quick succession without cleaning off in between, so quick was the next person in and ready to get serviced. My story from here though is much simpler and does not involve an orgy of dicks.

I had cleared an afternoon to enjoy the pleasures of Dam Park and arrived around lunch time. My job, as did that of my partner, involved a bit of travelling around the North of the U.K. As I pulled into the car park, I was horrified to see my partner’s car in the car park. We were 70 miles from home and I was not aware he was even in the area or that he did any cottaging at all. He was much younger than me and really only had been driving for about 2 years.

I parked discreetly at the back of the car park and walked up to face him. All three cubicles were engaged. I waited, ready to give him a shock when he came out. I had guessed that he was in the middle cubicle. The guy in the end came out and left so I went in, sat down and looked through. He was slurping on a very large piece of meat. I would figure it was around 9 inches long and very impressive. I kept my features back from the hole. He stood up and stuck his cock through to me. He was quite well blessed himself and usually preferred to be active. His 8 inch cock came through and I looked at it. I realised my cock was rigid to I dropped my suit trousers and sucked his dick. He was groaning quite loudly with no thought for the public position we were in. I had not realised that my sweet little boy was a slut.

He tapped for me to push mine through. I hoped that in his heat he would not recognise me. I suppose an anonymous cock is just that because he gave me greater head than he ever did at home. By this time I was really getting into it. He withdrew and left my cock sticking up. I looked through a saw him back his arse to a waiting 9 inch cock. Surely not! He pushed and pushed, gently withdrawing and spitting on his fingers to lubricate. Then I noticed the guy on the other side was lubricating his cock