Bare in the fields, by Jjed Dutton

Bare in the fields, by Jjed Dutton

Names have been changed to protect those involved This is a story about one of my first sexual experiences. It was not a great success, but it did have a profound effect on me. I am sure that I became bi-sexual because of it (as opposed to hetero-sexual). I would love to meet the other boy involved again to complete the unfinished act.

Not many people are aware that the Sussex Downs in Southern England are one of the most beautiful parts of the country. It is open farming countryside, dotted with clusters of trees. It has rolling hills, grazing cows and sheep, with ditches and hedges to separate the land between farms. It is green - a luscious leaf green colour, mingled with brown where foliage has died or leaves have fallen. Although England is highly populated, most people live in the towns. You can go for miles in the country without seeing other humans or buildings other than farm buildings.

I was a younster then and most of the beauty of the countryside was lost on me, but looking back on it, what my friend Jeremy did that day was distinctly and obviously out of place, and that was clear to me even at my age. This is my explanation for being unable to participate fully.

There was a small group of boys in the school, led I suppose by Simon, who used to go rambling at weekends in the country. We would get a train from town to some remote station, then walk along country routes to another station and then come back. The idea was to get some fresh air, to understand the country a bit more and to find our way around. Also we were quite good friends and we used to chat about this, and that. Our navigator was Imson, a tall serious boy who had a funny accent. He was always looking at train and bus timetables and was always right about the times. Simon, our leader, was rather self-opinionated but he was clever and we trusted him. Malcolm was a nice boy - I used to have long chats with him about things.

Then there was Jeremy, who seemed to me to be completely wild. He would do or say anything that he wanted to, he was not bashful in any way. I rather admired him for this, since I was a rather retiring boy, very quiet. Jeremy was, though, completely unpredictable. He was a tall boy, blonde with blue eyes. He was slim. Looking back on it, he was obviously gay then even at the age of 12. He liked doing what I thought were odd things, like exposing himself to me (and no doubt to others) at every opportunity. For example, if we were at school and I was sitting next to him, he would pull up his trousers on one side take out his willy and dangle it at me. The teacher would not see this because it would be behind the desk. Jeremy would sometimes take my hand and put it on his willy. This was fun, but I had no idea what to do. We had films at school and Jeremy and I would sit at the back holding each other's willies in the dark. No one else saw us do this.

One day during a French class when we had a supply teacher who was not watching us at all, Jeremy wispered to me to follow him to the toilet. When I got there he beckoned me into a cubicle, and took his trousers down. He told me to suck his willy. I was shocked but did put his willy in my mouth. He did not have an erection and nothing happened. It was only in my mouth for about 3 seconds. It didn't really taste of anything as far as I recall.

During breaks Jeremy used to control some enclosed steps in the playground leading down from the back of one of the classrooms. The door into the classroom was always locked. There was space for about 3 boys at the top of the steps. He only allowed his friends up there. If anyone else tried to get up there he would thrash his legs around as if to kick them away. All the boys knew they would get kicked if they tried to get up. I was not usually allowed up there but other boys were and I got the impression that Jeremy was feeling them up too, or the other way around.

Sometimes Jeremy would talk to me about sexual things. He asked me if I had ever buggered anyone or whether I had been buggered. He certainly seemed to have that on his mind. He explained to me what it meant. He used to laugh about taking all his clothes off and going to church in which case he would be a "Stripped Baptist".

But I must get back to our ramble. It was a Sunday and it was a quiet warm day in May, partly sunny, partly cloudy - typical English weather. We had enjoyed a good walk. Our leader Simon and Imson had gone off, to catch the train. I would have gone too, but Jeremy suggested that we walk to the next station, which was another 3 miles or so. Malcolm was going to come with us too, but at the last minute decided not to. So off we went, Jeremy and I into the wood heading for the next field and the next wood beyond. I should have known something would happen.

As we emerged from one wood, Jeremy was very pensive about something. We reached a fence which we climbed over and he said lets stop here a minute. We looked around the hills, there was nothing to be seen except some cows. The birds were tweeting, the sun was just coming out behind a cloud. Suddenly Jeremy pulled off his shirt and pulled down his jeans to his ankles, and pulled down his underpants. He turned away from me, lent against the fence, put his hands behind his back, held the cheeks of his bottom apart and said:-
"put it in"
I knew what he meant immediately. I wanted to do it, and I took down my trousers and underpants too. I looked around, was anyone looking? Is this legal? I was new to sex at the time and was only getting erections from time to time. My willy would just not go big, however hard I tried. I was worried we would be caught - it all seemed so out of place. I pushed my flaccid willy up against his bottom. He was still holding it open for me and he must have felt me pushing, but he knew I was not erect. Much to my intense disappointment and embarrassment, after a few seconds of this he said:-
"that's no good"
and he started putting his clothes back on. We walked to the next station in virtual silence. I was pretty upset. I don't think Jeremy noticed this.

I can still visualise this white spherical slim bottom being held open for me in the field.