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By *976BeardedMan OP Man
3 days ago

Essex / London

Was warned never to go in them as dirty old men hang around them. Needless to say that immediately got my attention at a time when I was lost in a world of masturbation 5 times a day

What’s your memories of cottages?

My top 5 stand out ‘things’:

1/. I loved the writing on the toilet doors. The details were utterly obscene and seriously graphic. They often had a rather naughty edge to them and I would be instantly aroused.

2/. I also loved seeing the extremely graphic and detailed drawings of sex on the walls which actually gave me an eduction in some respects

3/. The cum stains all over the walls which made me obsessed with confirming what I believe that all men furiously masturbated

4/. The glory holes and being able to touch another man’s cock. Feeling his warmth and seeing him ejaculate

5/. Seeing men together at the urinals kissing wanking sucking and going into cubicals together. At the time I remember thinking these men could just be anyone I know like family members etc. bearded men just pleasuring one another

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By *uckmeslow555Man
3 days ago

oakham

Very young when I found my first Gloryhole sucked loads of cock in local park toilet back then I’m top now wish they were still a thing. Mostly older guys getting drained great days indeed

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By *DAnnetteTV/TS
3 days ago

Brighton

I recall the very first time that I actually interacted with another guy in a cottage. I was 21 years old living with a mate in a flat in Enfield, N London. I was already wanking in undies (stockings, suspenders and panties) in my room and I had recently seen the amazing graphic drawings and grafitti on the walls in my local cottage and so I went there one day with my undies on under my jeans and I sat in a cubicle and began to wank with my jeans around my ankles. A guy entered the cubicle next to me and his foot appeared under the adjoining wall with his shoe tapping. Nervously I nudged his foot with mine and a few seconds later a pen wrapped in toilet paper was passed under the wall to me. I unwrapped the paper and a note said 'kneel on the floor and I'll wank you' I was already horny, but this made me more so, and so I knelt down facing his cubicle with my stockinged knees under the wall. This guy rubbed my stockings and then my knickers and it was obviously turning him on by the sounds he was making. He pulled my erection out of my panties and began to wank me and it wasnt long before I shot a great stream of cum over his hand and the floor too. I then reached under the wall to wank him, but he pushed my hand away and just said ' I want to cum on your stockings ' He pushed his knees against mine and I could feel him wanking away and after a couple of minutes a load of hot jiz covered my stockings. Ooooh what a feeling! And from that day I have always loved cum on my stockings and in my panties.

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By *976BeardedMan OP Man
2 days ago

Essex / London

"I recall the very first time that I actually interacted with another guy in a cottage. I was 21 years old living with a mate in a flat in Enfield, N London. I was already wanking in undies (stockings, suspenders and panties) in my room and I had recently seen the amazing graphic drawings and grafitti on the walls in my local cottage and so I went there one day with my undies on under my jeans and I sat in a cubicle and began to wank with my jeans around my ankles. A guy entered the cubicle next to me and his foot appeared under the adjoining wall with his shoe tapping. Nervously I nudged his foot with mine and a few seconds later a pen wrapped in toilet paper was passed under the wall to me. I unwrapped the paper and a note said 'kneel on the floor and I'll wank you' I was already horny, but this made me more so, and so I knelt down facing his cubicle with my stockinged knees under the wall. This guy rubbed my stockings and then my knickers and it was obviously turning him on by the sounds he was making. He pulled my erection out of my panties and began to wank me and it wasnt long before I shot a great stream of cum over his hand and the floor too. I then reached under the wall to wank him, but he pushed my hand away and just said ' I want to cum on your stockings ' He pushed his knees against mine and I could feel him wanking away and after a couple of minutes a load of hot jiz covered my stockings. Ooooh what a feeling! And from that day I have always loved cum on my stockings and in my panties.

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. Wow!!!!!

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By *tuart333Man
2 days ago

STAFFORD

anyone remember the cottages of Hanley and Stoke on Trent

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By *aulamaturexdTV/TS
2 days ago

Saltford

It was the excitement of walking towards the building, was anyone in there , would I read signals , urinal or cubicle X it was intoxicating x

1. The sound of heels clicking on floor.

2. Was there any new numbers ?

3. Pushing fingers through hole ?

4. Older gents looking at younger ?

5. And the blatant hand from behind to hold you x

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By *976BeardedMan OP Man
2 days ago

Essex / London

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By *uck me in KentMan
2 days ago

Medway

I've used cottages most of my life. Glory holes, Understall wanking and sucking, urinal wanking and sucking

I love them

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By *awihMan
2 days ago

Aldershot

There used to be a very active cottage in Guildford town centre (before it got refurbished). Quite often people would climb over the top of the brick partition to enjoy each other. This wasn’t normally too much of an issue as there was a large council notice board outside obscuring the windows. However as I was walking down the street one day, there was a large crowd standing there looking up at the windows. The notice board had been removed and there was a white bum pressed against the glass with someone going over the top.

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By *antylover4funMan
2 days ago

Rotherham

Brings back so happy naughty kinky memories as a young lad ...brilliant post ...thanks for bringing them memories back

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By *hyna HutchMan
2 days ago

valleys

Great memories.

I was younger, sat there in stockings and heels. No knickers.

Jeans and socks/shoes in a knapsack on the shelf behind, for fear of someone running off with them all as a prank.

.... Can you imagine? Fuuuuuck.

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By *igtailTV/TS
2 days ago

west

Nothing still

Beats the thrill of walking into a cottage after dark in a mini skirt fishnets and heels not knowing who if anyone would be there and what would follow

Such good times

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By *astguy7Man
2 days ago

Ross on Wye

The dripping cisterns and smell of disinfectant. Getting a boner now..

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By *hyna HutchMan
2 days ago

valleys

The eerie silence, apart from the cistern and drips. Yea.

A Zen tranquility, waiting, waiting, then a burst of excitement.

Footsteps .. someone in the cubicle next to you, not the others.

Door shutting .. locked.

.....because you have the one with the big hole in the wall.

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By *um lover 222Man
2 days ago

London

I miss those days when cottage’s were open in all towns and cities so much fun to be had, my favourite was being at the urinal or walking in a seeing a guy stood there, then the little look the slow strokes, then you know you’re both looking for the same thing.

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By *uck me in KentMan
2 days ago

Medway

Cottages in the main London Rail Stations always seemed to be located underground. What fantastic times were had in there

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By *tuart333Man
2 days ago

STAFFORD

there used to a great one underground in Hanley (Stoke on Trent) about 15 urinals and 10 cubicals if memory serves

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By *he Full 100Man
2 days ago

South West

"It was the excitement of walking towards the building, was anyone in there , would I read signals , urinal or cubicle X it was intoxicating x

1. The sound of heels clicking on floor.

2. Was there any new numbers ?

3. Pushing fingers through hole ?

4. Older gents looking at younger ?

5. And the blatant hand from behind to hold you x"

Tog Hill?

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By *onmar01Couple (MM)
2 days ago

Bargoed

Used to live near the one at The Triangle, Palmers green. Typical old underground cottage. Plenty of notice as your heard footsteps as people walked done the steps. The floors always damp as though they had just been mopped. The smell, the line of guys stood at the urinals waiting to see if the new occupant was looking for fun.

The row of 3 or 4 lockups, with glory hole's in between the brick walls. Being able to stand on the toilet seat and look over into the next cubicle.

Putting your cock thorough the glory hole and that feeling of the cold wet brick against your skin, then the warmth of feeling a mouth around your cock.

Yeah happy days indeed.

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By *hyna HutchMan
2 days ago

valleys

Underground ones were the best.

They were like a little private club.

Hardly any chat. 'members' knew members. The gaydar was strong brothers.

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By *wertyuiopMan
2 days ago

Slough

The smell of urine and spunk was my first memory of cottaging. Went in by accident as had never heard of this back in the day. Went many times after to either engage or watch.

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By *orthwladMan
2 days ago

Prestatyn

Anyone no of any in Prestatyn x

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