Ayrshire, some thirty or so miles from the large city of Glasgow, had traditionally been a popular spot for day trips for the people from that city. The town of Prestwick, a popular retirement town, just one or so miles from the larger town of Ayr, 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. That 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. From the conversation, it sounded like the young lad was coming into the cubicle. He came in, pulled down his cotton trousers, 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, he 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. I made sure that 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, and hollow feel that only an eighteen-year old 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