Trying something new so this story is written in the second person, works either for gay or straight guys.

As we sit in the restaurant, talking over desert, we start talking about how our date night might end. Given that the place is socially distanced nobody can overhear us, which can only be a good thing. You tell me how we’ll go back to your place, put on a film and not watch it - a classy line. I place my foot on your ankle and slowly work my way up your leg, hovering just above your knee, rubbing slow circles on your thigh with my bare toes. As I do, I take a small spoonfull of tiramisu and place it seductively in my mouth, taking my time to ease the spoon out from between my pursed lips, all the time keeping the rubbing motion up on your thigh. ‘Stop it’ you tell me and I can see you start to blush as your cock is getting hard right there in the restaurant. Not heeding your warning I keep my foot moving higher on your thigh until I’m tantalisingly close to your groin. ‘Shame we’re in such a public place’ I say, ‘if we weren’t I’d slip under this table cloth right now’. You stifle a small moan as the image of me bobbing on your cock under the table enters your mind and you rearrange yourself so your fully hard cock isn’t quite so obvious. I catch the eye of the waiter and ask for the bill. As he brings it over you offer to pay, ever the gentleman. As you slip your card into the reader my foot slips a little higher and starts to rub at your erection. I love watching you squirm as you try to concentrate whilst also trying to enjoy the feeling of me rubbing against your groin. Tucking your erection into the waistband of your pants we stand and make our way to the subway. As we walk arm in arm I keep up the dirty talk, not giving you the option to let your raging hard on dissipate. Know how turned on you are gets me going too and I tell you how badly I want it. The subway car is quiet, just us and one other guy at the far end. We sit so he can’t see us and I rub my hands all over your body as the train pulls away. Nibbling at your neck I move my hand from your chest, down your stomach and graze your crotch on my way to your thighs and you moan, barely trying to hold it back now. I can see the small patch of pre-cum forming on the front of your khaki pants. I move my hand to squeeze your groin and whisper in your ear how bad I want you to slide your warm cock deep inside me, how I want you to take it slow to start, letting me feel every inch. You feel your cock twitch in my hand as you imagine doing just that. I squeeze again and gently rub my hand around your crotch as I say ‘get that thing deep inside me and fill me up with your warm cum’. As I say the word ‘cum’ it’s like a switch is flipped inside you. You feel the warmth rising through your cock as you get close to the point of no return. ‘Oh no’ you whisper, ‘stop it, I’m gunna….’ You can’t even get the last word out as your orgasm grips and you start leaking warm cum into your pants, soaking the inside as it seeps through onto my hand and leaves a dark stain on the front of your chinos. Sighing, you sink back into the seat, as embarrassed as you are turned on by how hard I just made you cum your pants. ‘Well’ I say, hiding my disappointment but also horny as hell ‘looks like it’s just mouth stuff for me tonight.’