This story is a follow-up to "stroked on the shuttle",
I arrived at Grand Central about 15 minutes early of the designated meeting time with R, a guy I had met just yesterday. I went and scouted out a potential place for us to go; the door was indeed open, which was a good sign.
I headed to the dining area and took a quick glance in the restroom just to make sure R hadn't already arrived, but he wasn't there. (Interestingly enough there was an older, Middle Eastern looking gentleman there, whom I had also seen the previous morning. I saw him leave the restroom about 5 minutes later with another gentleman, smiling. Were they also hooking up? Hmmmm.) I went and sat in the seating area across from the restrooms and pulled out a novel. I'm only half-heartedly reading the same page though, as I'm distracted by the curiousity to see who else enters and exits the restroom and my eagerness to spot R. After about 15 minutes, R finally arrives but doesn't see me where I'm sitting up against the wall. As he walks through the seating area looking for me, I get up and follow him, and when he finally stops to turn around he sees me. We shake hands and greet each other. I tell him that I've already scouted out the possible rendezvous point elsewhere, and that it's indeed open. He says he doesn't have much time this morning, as he has a meeting with his boss. He heads toward the restroom to see how busy it is. As we enter, one of the three urinals is already occupied, and another gentleman walks up to a second one as we approach. The room is fairly busy. Seeing as this wasn't going to work, we leave and head to the space I've already scoped out, which happens to be a single restroom with one urinal and one stall. We enter and I lock the door behind us.
R turns to face me and we immediately start rubbing each other's crotches. I take another good look at R's face, which is more handsome than I had recalled him being. He has nice lips, that kind of naturally pucker just a smidge. I tell him I jerked off this morning thinking about our previous encounter the day before and how much fun it was. He agreed it was indeed fun. I then start to undo his belt, and he does the same to me. Soon our dicks are out and we're slowly stroking each other with our right hands. He says he likes that my dick is uncut (his is cut). I tell him I wish that my foreskin was longer (it only goes about halfway over my head when erect) as I too like uncut cocks. I like where the foreskin stretches up and fully over like a little "hood". As I continue to slowly rub circles around his flared head (a nice size, almost as wide as a silver dollar), he trys to insert a fingertip between my head and my foreskin. He's hesitant to force it though, and resumes just stroking me. I ask him if my stroking feels good and he says yes. I stop and lick my palm to add some lubrication to my fondling and he stops me and says "I like it dry" (which I understood as I do too). I grab a paper towel from the dispenser, wipe off my hand, and resume rubbing circles around his dick. He instructs me to pull on it a bit, which I do, which makes him moan a little. I ask him if he's able to cum and he says yes. He reaches up with his left hand to feel for one of my nipples. I do the same. It's not easily attained through the dress shirts though so we focus more on the action on our cocks. He asks if I'm also going to cum, and I tell him yes. R is moaning a little more at this point and his dick is getting stiffer. I turn him around slightly and motion him over to the single urinal in the corner. I now have R facing the urinal and I am rubbing his dick with my right hand as I have my left hand rubbing his back, almost like a reach-around. As the pace increases and his gasping becomes more pronounced, we look at each other and I quietly verbally encourage him to cum. "Yeah. That's it." As I look back down at his cock he leans his head towards mine and starts tenderly kissing at my cheek and neck. I turn my head towards him and start kissing him back, until we are kissing each other right on the lips. As I passionately kiss him on his mouth he lets out more and more expressive moans, showing that he is about to orgasm. As we are kissing each other he starts to shoot his cum into the urinal. I continue to stroke him as I glance down and watch the lovely white cum dribble out of that nicely flared head and onto my hand. I stroke him until I think he's done cumming and then let go of his dick. As he steps away to get settled and straighten up, I step up to the urinal and start jacking my dick. After he puts his dick away into his pants, R starts lightly rubbing the cheeks of my ass while I jerk. I ask him to rub me right down the crack, which I love. He does so, and a little more forcefully, but is slightly hesitant as he's slightly nervous about some voices we hear outside in the hall. They appear to be walking through the hall (but not towards us, as they're not getting louder) and I quietly tell him it's okay. (We've lucked out in this encounter, as no one has tried to enter the bathroom while we've been in there.) I continue to rapidly stroke my cock as he rubs my ass with his left hand. After about a minute of jerking I start to think about how that very hand that's currently rubbing my ass is wearing a wedding band, and that helps to put me over the edge. I start to shoot ropes of cum into the urinal. When I'm turned on in situations like this I can usually shoot long and hard spurts, and in this case I shoot about 4 or 5 spurts which hit the back of the urinal. I stroke until the feeling subsides and I turn to get some tissue to wipe my hand and cock with as R washes up at the sink. There happens to be a loose role of toilet paper nearby which I attempt to tear a piece from single handedly as I hold my dripping cock, which has a longish clear strand of cum (that I hadn't noticed) that's perilously close to hitting my dress pants. I manage to catch it and get cleaned up. As I'm wiping my dick I tell R he can leave if he likes (so that it doesn't appear we've finished something together) and we lean in for a small kiss. I tell him I hope we run into each other again at another time; he agrees and asks about exiting the building. He leaves and after I wash my hands in the sink and dry them off, I head out the door and towards my office building, with a satisfied smirk on my face.
This event really happened. Comments are always appreciated and welcomed. There was another, equally hot encounter which took place in this very location, which I may write about soon. Write and tell me if you'd like to hear about it.