If you frequent a public place enough that's known for being cruisy, you're bound to start seeing similar faces from time to time. And in the case of Grand Central, since the bulk of the people who travel through there are commuters, they're automatically there twice a day-so why not pop down to the restrooms to see some cock while you're waiting for your train? The chances are great that it will be there, and it's not really out of your way...
I saw the subject of this particular story a number of times. At least 6' 3", dark hair, dark eyes...I found him incredibly handsome. It was always morning when I would encounter him, and many of those times I would be lucky enough to get the urinal next to his. He had a nice large & thick dick which matched the rest of him, and it was always rock hard as he slowly stroked it. If there weren't anyone around, he would reach over the divider and slowly stroke my cock. He had the gentlest touch, and wasn't ever rough or rushed when he touched me. I always enjoyed this, as fleeting as it would be until someone appeared and/ or entered our area of the restroom. I could never tell if he was married; he only wore an Irish wedding band on his right ring finger. I assumed he was, as most of the businessmen who come through there are.
One day we were next to each other in the newer West restroom, and it was getting kinda busy with people waiting to use the urinal (and not necessarily for urinating). I put myself back in my pants and went to wash my hands. As I was drying them he zipped up, left his urinal and made eye contact as he was leaving the restroom. I followed after him, intrigued to find out if he was heading to the East restrooms on the other side of the dining concourse. Instead, he left the dining area completely, and ended up leading me to a private single restroom elsewhere in the complex.
As we entered the restroom, he locked the door behind me, and proceeded to enter the single stall. After we had put our bags on the floor, we started to stroke each other through our pants. This lead to the one and only time we have ever spoken: I asked him "do you like to get sucked?" to which he replied with a positive head nod and a brief "mmmm." I quickly started to unzip his fly and pull that large and beautiful cock out. I couldn't believe I was about to get the chance to suck this gorgeous guy off, something I never would have expected. I got down on my knees and proceeded to slide my mouth back and forth on his thick dick, taking as much of it as I could. It was definitely a mouthful, and luckily he never tried to force it down my throat, making me gag. I was free to exercise my own control and just enjoy it, which was nice. After a minute or two he stood me up so that he could stroke our dicks together. He never showed an interest in sucking me, which I was fine with. I squatted back down and began to suck him again. A moment later, I heard someone rattling the doorknob, trying to enter the restroom. I paused, nervous that we were about to be discovered. I looked up at him, and he had the same, calm and relaxed expression -- obviously he wasn't a bit nervous as he had locked the door. (If he was indeed nervous he was a damn fine actor!) So I went back to working on his cock. I can't remember, but I think I asked him if he would cum, and he started to jerk himself off. He was already fairly close, as it wasn't much longer after that he started to orgasm. Right as I saw him start to cum, I put the big head in my mouth. I so wanted to taste his cum. I continued to suck and stroke him as he finished his orgasm. When he was done I swallowed and stood up. (Who needs a latte in the morning? I'll take this kind of 'milk' instead any day.) My hard dick was still sticking out of my pants. As I turned to face the toilet and proceed to stroke myself he gathered his bag and went to wash up. I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum, as I was so turned on by this whole interlude. Long ropes of cum started spurting into the toilet. By the time I had finished cumming he had left the bathroom and was gone. I haven't seen him since then, but I still fantasize about sucking on his big cock. A real fantasy come (cum?) true.
All of my adventures that I write about here are real. I enjoy stroking to a good story on Nifty, and I hope my tales help get you off. Comments are welcomed and appreciated.