We are sitting naked at opposite ends of the long sofa in my apartment. The sofa is covered all along the seat and up over the back with a sheet of warm plastic for later games. We have taken our clothes off and discarded them as soon as we arrived home from our intimate dinner in our favorite restaurant. Of course, we held hands and rubbed each other's cocks through our slacks as we sat side by side in the private booth. The linen table cloth was long enough to hide our searching hands as we traded turns unzipping the other and pulling firm cocks into the open.
Even our young male waiter was aware of what was going on as he saw our hands moving under the table but we didn't care. Even when he conveniently dropped the salad tongs and bent to recover them, we could feel a slight breeze as he lifted the edge of the linen to peek underneath. He was almost drooling as he rose since your cock was encased lovingly in my hand and your precum was flowing copiously. Just to give him a show, I drew my hand along your shaft covering it with those sweet juices and pulled it out from under the table. As he stared straight at me, I started to slowly lick my fingers clean. Then I passed them to you to share.
As he hurried away blushing - with a visible tent in his pants - we laughed together and leaned over to exchange several kisses. No one knows us in this city so what do we care. Besides, there are other non straights here tonight who appreciate a good show!
Anyway, that is how we started the night and why our clothes went flying as soon as we entered the apartment. On the sofa, our legs were close enough to touch and we were gazing intently into each other's eyes as we slowly stroked our rampant cocks. As the precum flowed, we each took it from our pee holes and licked it lasciviously.