Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2005 19:05:21 -0800 (PST)
From: nyc guy <nycguy1101@yahoo.com>
Subject: morning rush

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.