Times are tough to be a horny male who loves public sex. After 9/11, the increased security measures have made the possibility to sneak off with an anonymous paramour for a quick fondle or suck nearly impossible. Yet, if one is lucky, the chances are still there.
At Grand Central Station, there are sets of stairwells up to offices above the platforms and tracks. Before the cops began to patrol these areas more, this used to be the perfect place for a quick blowjob. One of my readers told me about a time he was taken upstairs in one of the elevators by a very hot guy he encountered in the station. This guy took him to an abandoned hallway overlooking part of the station where no one appeared to be around and proceeded to give him some quite satisfying head. As my reader stated, "Something about getting blown in public is so hot." I have to agree with you there, sir.
This story centers on the first guy who took me upstairs to these quiet spots, and who has remained a regular hookup of mine. I can't remember how long ago B and I first got together, but it's been at least since 2001. I was standing by one of the support columns in the seating area down below the great hall, watching the traffic go to and from the restrooms. I saw B standing over next to a chest high table, which is directly across from the restroom entrances. He was looking at me, and once he saw that he had my attention, he discretely reached down and grabbed his crotch. I nonchalantly returned his signal, and he headed over to me. After our brief hellos, he led me over to a set of elevator banks over on another part of the lower level which I didn't know about. When the elevator doors finally opened, we entered and he pressed the button for the 5th floor. As our car started to ascend we began to fondle each other through our pants. For those who like a quick description of the participants: I'm 6', 180#, short brown hair/hazel yes, around 30 years old at the time. B is older (B, who will read this, I just realized I don't remember if you've told me your age-late 40s?), about 5'10", wears glasses, is clean shaven and, sorry guys, doesn't like to kiss. (Which is fine by me, B.) I notice he's wearing a wedding band.
Anyway, back to the sex... As the elevator doors open, B and I quietly walk out and check the stairwell and connecting doors for signs of life. Briefly believing that we are indeed alone, we proceed to start stroking each other through our dress pants. We're both close to fully hard already. B stands up close to one of the walls, just around and out of sight from the elevator doors in case someone should exit. I undo B's zipper and reach in for his brief clad bulge. Upon lowering the smooth white briefs I encounter a nice, average sized cut cock with a slight bend up towards his stomach. I take B into my mouth and start to glide back and forth on his hard cock. He keeps fairly quiet while I suck him off, and after about a minute and a half B quietly tells me "I'm gonna cum", which of course makes me double my efforts. B shoots a nice big load into my mouth which I promptly swallow. It's a nice piece of meat-not to large and not too small, it's just right. I continue to enjoy sucking it briefly after he's done cumming, making sure it's completely cum free. After he puts he's done putting it back his pants, we descend back to the lower levels and go our separate ways.
A week or two later I encountered B in the station again and we went to the same place. By the time we get to the stairwell I see a small spot of precum soaking through his pants. I say, "I can see you're leaking already. That's okay, I am too," as I get down on my knees to receive my prize once again. It's doesn't take B long to cum, and as before, he tells me right before he's about to cum. I've always liked that he does that.
B and I had a few more times like that at Grand Central before we felt it was too risky to try the stairwells anymore. One time we went to a McDonald's up the street and I quickly blew him in the bathroom, but even though he was still able to cum in my mouth we were both too nervous about someone walking in to really enjoy it.
We have since moved our meetings to B's office, where we can lock the door and proceed in peace without much chance of being interrupted. B sits in his office chair with his pants down around his ankles while I suck that nice hard cock, awaiting my prize of his cum. I also finally let B suck me off, something he had wanted to do for years (isn't that right B?). It sure felt good to see you leaning over in front of me, feeling my dick sliding in and our of your mouth, knowing how badly you had wanted to do so all those previous times. I hope it was worth the wait.
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.