I was not very good at school. I was the kind of person who sat at the back of the class and hardly ever said a word. Rugby was my sport. I was the captain of the senior team. I left school at sixteen, at the end of the Autumn term with no qualifications whatsoever.
It didn't take my mother very long before she made it clear that I needed to get out of the house as there were no jobs around for people like me.
I was sent to the town's library just about every day. "Knowledge," she kept saying. "Knowledge will get you qualifications and a decent job." I suppose she was right. One day, quite by chance I came across a book about the night sky. It was called 'Stargazing'. I found it to be interesting and took it home with me.
My mother was sort of pleased because I had an interest in something at last. I wanted to see the stars in real life as they would look far better than the photographs in the book. I think it was November time when the stars would be at their brightest. I needed to get well away from the artificial lights of our town.
For a couple of months, I got a temporary job at a furniture-making factory. Nothing clever, just basic labouring. I actually quite liked it. Around mid-November, the job came to an end. By then I had read a great deal about the stars and I even had maps showing their locations at certain times of the year. The problem was transport. We had no car and I never even had a bicycle.
Mother was good friends with Maureen Wilson who just happened to have been the Drama teacher at my old school and she had a car. One Saturday night at about 8 pm, Mother, me, and Mrs Wilson set off for the countryside. I sat in the front seat with my maps and binoculars. We were soon out of town and heading along country lanes. They were chatting quite a lot about the new developments planned for the town centre.
I tried really hard to keep looking straight ahead but it was no good. Mrs Wilson's dress was raised up quite a lot and the lights from the dashboard illuminated her bare thighs. Luckily I was wearing my overcoat so I could conceal my arousal. We arrived at a suitable place, lots of fields and a woods close by. I felt good as I watched the car moving slowly away. I had two hours all to myself.
The short soft grass felt a little springy underfoot and there were patches of mud. I found a place to sit down on the sheet of polythene which I had with me. The stars were indeed bright that night, crystal clear in the inky blackness of the universe. I was enthralled by the wonder of it all. I found it difficult trying to concentrate. I could not get the image of Mrs Wilson out of my head
It was the first time that I had ever been out in the country at night and I felt a strange kind of comfort. The maps and the binoculars were forgotten about. More important matters needed to be attended too. I was miles from the town, I was in the safety of the dark and I was in need. Within a couple of minutes, my clothes and shoes were in a heap on the polythene sheet.
It was my first experience of being naked in the countryside at night. I felt a mixture of intense pleasure combined with slight reservations. My cock was beyond stiff it was so rigid that it almost hurt. I was as free as a bird and I loved it. There was a mist rolling down the nearby hills straight towards me it was quite cold but it didn't dampen my arousal in any way. I thought about my mother's friends, Aunty Caroline and my Aunty Jenifer.