There were about 20 other people in the pub and all in groups so I stood at the bar and even though I was on my own there was a good atmosphere what with the approach to Christmas. I did not relish the cold walk home which was only about a mile so on finishing my pint I ordered another, the barman was chatty, my age and I thought may be gay, when he was not busy he came chatting to me about all sorts, sport, work, life in general and introduced himself as Peter, he also in conservation confirmed my thought he was gay. I ended up staying until last orders and I was the last customer still in, he said I could have one more drink with him and we sat at a table chatting, when we finished the drinks he said he had to lock up, so I left and started the walk home.
I had been walking only a few minutes when Peter caught me up, he was going my way so we walked and chatted more, he asked me if I minded him being gay and I said of course not! The conservation got more intimate and explicit, closer to where I lived was a field with a playground and we ended up on the end of the slide chatting, it was freezing then Peter moved closer and put his hand on my leg, at first I was shocked but that soon passed, he rubbed my thigh a little and then a little more next thing I realised I was doing the same to him just as a response, I was not feeling the cold so much now, still chatting and laughing his hand roamed over both thighs and further up until his hand reached my crotch, we both realised then that I was rock hard, he turned and kissed me and I just instinctively followed. Even though it was a cold night I was starting to get quite warm.
