True story starts in the Bitter End pub and ends with a bitter disappointment.

I was in my late twenties around 1985 and single at the time. It was a December evening, I was out for a drink in the 'Bitter End' pub in Crewe with a friend. His wife had stayed home as their young son was not well and my friend was to phone home (payphone then) every hour or so and see how he was. It got to about 9.30 PM when he phoned home and his wife said his son was still ill and he had to go, I still had 3/4 of a pint and said I would stay to finish it and he left.

There was about twenty other people in all 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 about a mile, so on finishing the drink, I ordered another. The barman was chatty, my age, and was gay. When he was not busy he came chatting to me about all sorts, sports, work, and life in general. I ended up staying till 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 he 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, near where I lived was a field with a playground and we ended up on the end of the slide chatting. He 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. Still chatting and laughing his hand roamed more until it reached my crotch. We both realised then that I was rock hard, he turned and kissed me and I just followed. Even though it was a cold night I was starting to get quite warm.

Because we were sat on the low end of the slide, it was hard to explore further so he suggested moving to the roundabout which we did. We leaned against the bars almost standing he pushed against me, French kissing. He soon had my jeans undone and was caressing me through my undies. I was not far behind with his jeans undone caressing him too. Of course, undies were not a barrier for long, he gave me a long kiss then crouched down and kissed my bell end. As he started to suck me into his mouth I shuddered and was weak at the knees. I was harder than I had ever been before. 

The next thing a dog walker (at around 1 AM, who walks a dog at that time?)  walked towards us. We scrambled to dress and I walked off one way and he the other. After a while, I circled back but he was nowhere to be seen. I went home and finished off what he had started and I never came so much. It was a month before I got the opportunity and courage to go back to the pub only to find he had left Crewe to work at a university in York. I had no way to contact him and didn't even have his name.

I always thought what if the dog walker had not stopped us?