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.
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 has been cut to form a glory hole on either side of three cubicles.
The guy turned and took the stall next to me. I leaned back, so he wouldn't think I was trying to steal a look through the hole. My cock was harder than ever. I could see a small wet spot on my tee, growing bigger by the second as precum oozed out of my slit and through the dark cotton.
His cock was huge and for the first time in my life I was hoping this guy would cum. My jaw was killing me and well honestly I wanted a load. It had been a week and I really need to taste someone' s cum real soon.
He stroked the gasping guy's giant rod, swirling his dark hand up and down the huge, pink hard-on, while he sucked and bit and tongue-slapped the clean-cut hood.
holding my throbbing shaft in one hand I coated it with the other. Then I knelt on the bed and shoved forward, up behind Adam. He'd been watching me all the while, then as he realised my intention, his eyes widened.
My face came level with the hole just as he stood up. I saw his smooth skinned thighs, a neat bush of black hair set against a white, flat stomach and a slender, young piece of flesh hanging semi-hard over a hairless, wrinkled sack.