Halloween Special: Five Scares Field

Harrison and me, well let’s just say we were hot for each other. It wasn’t love and I didn’t really want to be his boyfriend, but since we found one another we were desperate - and I mean totally, utterly desperate in that way only teenage boys can be - to fuck.

We realised about each other when we started High School together. I guess we were 14 back then, or something like that. We shared a few friends so there were times when we hung out together, but things really got heated when we both got picked for the school running team.

I took one look at Harrison in the showers and had to get outta there quickly. I knew I had been getting more and more attracted to boys, but seeing his lithe body, that slim but muscular torso, his impressive cock hanging down over his balls....wow! I started getting hard almost immediately and I couldn’t let that happen in communal showers at school, so I got the fuck outta there and sought refuge in my towel. Some of the guys were asking me if I was okay and I had to lie and say that I just felt a bit unwell. I was flushed, that was for sure.

Showers after running became damn awkward. I could hardly even think about Harrison without blood pumping to my groin. Seeing him start to undress was torture and seeing him swagger into the showers, naked as the day he was born, got me hot in places I hadn’t realised could get this hot.

It’s difficult enough when you’re a teenager, trying to control your erections. When you have the hottest stud around getting naked in front of you on the regular, it’s almost impossible.

I started to have some serious fantasies about Harrison. Almost every night when I closed my eyes, I imagined him laying me down on the sports field after dark, pushing my legs back and barebacking me raw.

The trouble was, this was a conservative mid-west town where gays weren’t much better than pinko commies. I was sure there were gay people hereabouts, but they were so far in the closet, they could taste the woodworm. Being gay here was not an option.

But I was gay. For sure. I had no doubts about it any more, despite the problems that chucked up for me.
Girls held zero interest for me and their parts made me feel icky. Harrison’s cock, on the other hand, made me feel like a submissive little slut and I wanted it shoved into my ass like I hadn’t wanted anything in my life. I jerked off over him at least once a day. I took to fingering myself while I played with my cock, but my finger was not enough.

Things got real when we were both held back by Coach after the session ended. We had been screwing around and not paying attention and as a result we’d performed below expectations. I only went along with Harrison’s shit because I fantasised he was flirting with me. Coach had us do twenty laps of the track as punishment.

We got back to the lockers long after everyone had gone home. We were hot, very sweaty, and Coach told us to shower off and get our asses outta there.

Just the two of us.

In the showers.

Together.

As usual Harrison stripped off quickly. He had no issue showing his naked body, which wasn’t surprising. We must have been 15 by this point and he had a body that the girls understandably lusted after. He was broad shouldered, athletic, slim but not skinny, with a developing six-pack and pecks. And there was his cock. It was about the biggest on display in the locker room and he simply can’t have failed to notice that. Maybe he was just a shower and not much of a grower, but stuff like that didn’t matter much in the boys changing room. Harrison was a hot guy with a big cock and everyone knew it.

I couldn’t exactly wait until he was done, so I slowly began to strip. I dropped my shorts and was in the process of peeling my sweaty shirt over my head when I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

“Come on. I’ll wait for you.” He said. He was grinning from ear to ear.

I blinked like an idiot. Did he just slap my ass? Was he teasing me…? I took a sideways glance at him and was shocked to see his cock was even bigger than usual. It was still dangling, but surely he was starting to get a semi?

True to form at the sight of Harrison’s naked body, blood started flowing to the general area of my groin and I groaned to myself. I took two seconds to think about what I was gonna do here and eventually I slipped my briefs down over my buttocks and stepped out of them. If Harrison looked as though he might be nursing a semi, I was definitely - and obviously - getting hard.

I was shocked again when he sauntered past me and winked at me. I stood there like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. Yeah, you read that right. He goddam winked at me.

I walked into the showers with far less of a casual swagger than Harrison. I had my hands over my growing cock. I knew it was going to get fully hard, there was no stopping that now. I’d just have to lather up, try to hide it as best I could, and if he saw - when he saw - I’d have to make some excuse. Maybe I’d say I had been thinking about Tina, the cute blonde in our year who literally everyone fancied. Maybe I could pull off being horny for her or maybe one of her friends. I took a deep breath.

I turned and faced the wall and soaped myself up, trying hard to stay focused on the bright white tiles in front of my face and not look at or even think about Harrison. It didn’t matter though. I had just about the biggest erection I’d ever had. Fucking typical.

Suddenly Harrison was behind me. I felt something brush against my ass, then his hand was on my hip. I jumped. I took a gulp of air and shuffled a half step forward, trying to disappear into the tiles.

“Don’t run away Ryan” he said in a quiet voice. “I just wanna see.”

Fuck!

He applied the slightest pressure with his hand on my naked, soapy wet hip. My cock throbbed like crazy, the suds doing nothing like enough to cover it. I turned slowly, my eyes closed and my brain working overtime. It’s because of Tina, I said to myself, over and over and over.

Then Harrison’s hand left my hip. His fingers snaked across my torso, lighting a fire across my abdomen with his touch, until he gripped the shaft of my erect penis. To be honest I almost fainted. No-one had ever touched me there, let alone a guy, let alone Harrison.

“That’s a nice cock. Bigger than I thought. You ever been sucked off?” He asked, casual as you like.

I opened my eyes, shock and awe demanding I take in my surroundings just to make sure I was awake and this was real. I glanced down at him and his own cock, that beautiful, big teen boy member was hard and standing upright like a good little soldier.

Fuck!

“Er….what….I….” I stammered. I had no idea what to say or how to say it.

Harrison chuckled at me. “I like your body, silly, and I know you like mine.” He said, still casual, still Mister Fucking Confident. “I know you like it. I seen you watching. I like it when you look. Makes me wanna screw.”

Okay, time out! Harrison, the girl’s wet dream and every guy’s sporting hero, liked my body and enjoyed it when he caught me looking….? Wait, and he knew I had been looking…?

His hand moved back and forth on the underside of my shaft and I swear I don’t know how I didn’t shoot my load over him right there. My balls were aching for it and the head of my dick was literally throbbing.

“You….what…?” I said.

He laughed. For the briefest second I wondered if this was some joke, if he was teasing me. But his hand continued to caress my cock and he then when he spoke I was left in no doubt.

“Look, if I got you wrong and you tell, I’ll just deny it. But I don’t think I’m wrong. I think you got a cute little ass and when I jerk off, I think about it a lot.”

“I’m gonna cum” I said, my voice practically a whimper. I couldn’t help it. This was all too much and I know it was quick but shit, he was touching my dick and talking about my ass!

“Yeah do it.” He said, our eyes locked together.

I closed my eyes, embarrassed and feeling shy. I was too far gone to stop myself. The point of no return was back over the horizon and right now my balls were just winding up to pump cum over this boy.

“I said cum for me.” His voice was quiet but instructive. In case you didn’t understand, he was saying, I want you to shoot.

That was it. My dick practically exploded in his light, warm grip. I shot four massive wads of cum right at him, over his body. I watched as it spattered him, as it slid down that muscled torso to wash away in the shower. I was shocked, embarrassed, amazed, everything all at once. It had been a huge ejaculation, way bigger than usual, and it had felt so good.

Harrison just smirked. He took it all in his stride. “Wow, you were ready.” He said. “Shame I didn’t have my lips around that.”

I gulped. Say what now….?

He continued to touch me as he casually admitted, “I have wanted you for ages, pretty much since I saw you. It’s fucking hard liking guys around here though, isn’t it?”

I nodded dumbly. Yes it was, I thought. But apparently it was getting easier.

“You thought about what you like?” He asked. “I mean, whether you wanna give or receive….?” For the first time he looked unsure of himself, maybe even a little embarrassed to be asking a question like that. Maybe he was just worried that he might not like the answer.

I couldn’t let this moment slip away so from somewhere deep down I mustered my courage. “Receive!” I blurted out. I composed myself. “I mean, I haven’t ever….you know….but I do think about that…” - I nodded down toward his cock - “…and where you might stick it.” I said. His dick was glistening. I couldn’t believe I had just said that out loud.

He smirked, then chuckled. “Awesome!” He said. “Because I want to have you, exactly like that!” He seemed really pleased, really happy that what we both wanted worked out the way it did.

It was at that inopportune moment that Coach could be heard whistling as he approached the showers. He did that to let us know he was coming. Harrison fled to the other wall and I turned and reached out for more soap.

“Come on you guys, some of us have got a home to go to!” He called as he poked his head around the corner.

“Almost done here Coach”“Sure Coach, just a minute”

From that day me and Harrison were firm friends. We ran together, but we also started helping one another out with homework and we hung out more at school, too. We were super discreet, we had to be, but whenever we could steal away for a few moments we kissed, touched, and explored each other.

It was absolutely, completely, entirely sexual. We were both overly hormonal teenage boys. He wanted me, and I wanted him, and wanted just ain’t a big enough word to cover it.

But try as we might, we never got the time or space to do the deed. There was always a parent nearby, or my sister, or Harrison’s bother, or our friends, and the more we snuck off together the more questions we had to answer, so we had to be careful that we didn’t out ourselves. It was a kind of sexual torture that was getting harder and harder to deal with.

Don’t get me wrong, we managed to find time to get each other off on the regular. I swallowed Harrison’s load whenever I could and he took great joy in jerking me off slowly with one hand while he fingered my ass with the other. Having his hands on me, his fingers in me, was both bliss and extreme frustration. I wanted his cock. And to be fair to him, Harrison wanted to slide his cock into me as much as I wanted it.

But whatever we did, it was always in a place and position that could be easily explained away or covered up. Always some way of pleasuring each other that could broken out of double quick just in case the ever present danger of discovery loomed a little too close.

Recently he had taken to talking dirty while his touched me up, telling me how he’d push my legs back (he knew I wanted that as I had shared my recurring fantasy with him), how he’d French kiss my hole and then slide on into me. With the kind of explicit detail he threw in, it never took me long to cum. I seemed to spend half my life cleaning my underwear.

Time passed and we both hit 16. You might think that the passage of time and our familiarity would cool our passion, but if anything we were worse now than ever before. We were taking bigger risks and our discussions about sex had turned detailed to say the least. We wanted each other. Badly.

Harrison came around one night after school had started up again for the Fall on the usual pretence of doing homework. We’d had an awesome Summer with our group of friends where we’d managed to sneak off to make each other cum on the regular. We’d taken to kissing a lot too, mostly because it made Harrison hard as anything and I wasn’t exactly hating it. Each session was quick, dirty, and overshadowed by the fear and excitement of potential discovery.

How no-one suspected anything was beyond me, but so far we were sure we were in the clear. No-one said anything or seemed suspicious.

Harrison had had his share of girlfriends over time, all for show. We’d laugh cruelly at how he strung them along before making some excuse to finish it. There had been plenty of kissing, he’d fingered Annie-Marie at the cinema and in the early days he’d let Tina suck his cock once. He never went all the way and I was gratified that he always told me about his exploits and made it clear that my mouth was better, better for kissing and way better for taking his load. He got the reputation of being a bit of a player, a guy who couldn’t find the right girl but was content to go through them all.

For my part I wasn’t interested. No girl had what I wanted and I was thankful that very few seemed interested in me anyway. I wasn’t alone in that, as not all of us had snagged girlfriends, although the number of us who remained single was dwindling and I figured it wouldn’t be long before I would have to make a decision.

That evening Harrison was super-excited. As soon as we got to my room and shut the door, he pinned me against it, kissed me, and grabbed my butt.
“I found a way” he said through our passionate kissing, almost breathless with excitement.

“Found a…..” I started, but he cut me off.

“To fuck… for us to fuck” he said, as if that needed clarifying.

“Go on?” I said, frowning. By this time I had pretty much resolved myself to the fact that I was gonna die a virgin. Truth be told, I was also beginning to wonder if our fun would slow down or even stop after Harrison had “done me” as he put. I enjoyed the time we stole together and I didn’t wanted that to stop.

“Halloween!” He said, like that was some magic answer that made sense. I told him it didn’t.

“Every year we do dares for Halloween, right?” He explained. He meant in our group of friends, we had a teenage boy’s halloween ritual of daring each other to do stupid stuff with the objective of scaring the shit out of one of us.

“Yeah….so what?”

“So look, our issue has been that we don’t have a good excuse to go off where we won’t get disturbed, where we can go for it, right?” He said patiently.

“Yeah…so what?” I said again. He was right of course, we never had the chance to slip away for long enough to fuck without arousing suspicion.

“So, you remember last year when the guys got us with that prank down near the cemetery?”

I did remember. We had taken a dare to walk through the cemetery in the dark, near midnight. Three of the guys had dressed up and followed us in secret to scare us. They jumped us and we made a big deal of shitting our pants over it. What they didn’t know is what we had been doing just before they jumped us. I wasn’t torn up because I was scared of the guys in their stupid costumes, I was torn up because we had come super close to being outed, and me with cum on my chin. That had been a little too close for comfort.

I sniggered. “Yeah, I remember” I said. He smiled at me and squeezed my butt with both hands.

“Well… Rob just dared us to camp out over night in Five Scares Field! He said it’s our punishment for being such a bunch of pussies last year and he says we’d be too scared do it.”

My eyes went wide. It did seem like an opportunity. If we could get away with spending a night in a tent together with no questions asked….. sure we’d probably have some shit to deal with from the guys, but we both knew they’d have to be home by around midnight or they’d face shit from their parents. After then we’d have the whole night to do whatever we wanted, on our own, no interruptions. And no awkward questions.

Now, I should explain to you what Five Scares Field is. It’s really called South Field, a field attached to one of the farms hereabouts that we ride past every day on the way to school. It never yields a good crop and in times gone by the farmer who owned it tried everything to get it to produce. As legend has it, he became convinced that birds were eating the seed so he placed five scarecrows in the field, with great care and attention to dress them and make them look lifelike. So far it just sounds like a field with more scarecrows than it needs, right?

Years back, before I was born, there was a big hoo-ha about the field. Some good ol’ boys had swung by in their truck with too many beers in the back. They started using the scarecrows as target practice, shooting them full of holes with their hunting rifles. The farmer eventually got mad and came out to give them what for. He saw those boys off but it was too late and too dark to inspect the damage. The next day when he came back out there he got a shock that he wasn’t expecting.

The four scarecrows around the edge of the field were all shot up, but the scarecrow in the middle of the field had been pulled apart and undressed. An itinerant man had stolen its clothing and must’ve been standing around in the field when those boys came along. He was slumped over the scarecrow’s frame, dead as a log in the forest, shot full of holes.

It had been the scandal of the century for this town. Police had investigated and the boys and their truck were tracked down. There was a court case and headlines and they all walked free. No jury was gonna ruin the lives of stand-up guys for the life of some tramp, and anyway, how were they to know? Even the police were unusually vocal that it’d been an accident, no foul play.

All of that was legend aplenty for this part of the world, but what really drew attention was the mystery and rumour that followed.

Before the trial the body went missing. Some folks said the police dumped it so there’d be no evidence to convict those guys, and that was probably the truth of it. But a rumour persisted that the police were scratching their heads over the disappearance and that it was more mysterious than anyone knew. Another rumour persisted, that the good ol’ boys knew full well there was a living man in that field and that he’d been chased out of the next town over.

These stories always grow with the telling, or so they say, so by the time Harrison and me turned 16, Five Scares Field was rumoured to be haunted by the ghost of an angry itinerant man. By the law of rumours of this kind, the presence of an unholy spirit explained why no crop grew thereabouts and it didn’t matter that people conveniently forgot the fact that no crop grow there before, either.

Predictably there had been numerous “sightings” over time of a man dressed in old fashioned clothes, wandering the roads after dark, an old man who mysteriously disappeared if anyone ever stopped to challenge him. He must be a spirit, they said, an angry apparition looking for justice.
Of course, none of us older teenagers payed much heed to ghost stories or tall tales, at least not when we were all together. But I will admit that I never liked riding past Five Scares on my own and none of us ever played out that way as kids. It was all but abandoned now, overgrown and creepy. The four old scarecrows, or what remained of them, stood guard at the four corners of the field. The original frame for the fifth still stood empty in the centre.

I’d been up to it once. It was the standard right of passage for the average twelve year old. There wasn’t much to see though. I had got a cold feeling there and it scared the shit out of me, but later when I was back home I rationalised that it was just a freak wind.

The fear of Five Scares Field at Halloween was far outweighed by the lust in my groin for this boy. At this point I’d let Harrison fuck me in a coffin if I was sure we’d get away with it and remain undiscovered.

I grabbed Harrison by the waist. “You think we can make this work? That no-one else will wanna join us?”

Harrison beamed. “That’s the beauty of it. The guys say it has to be us because they got us so bad last year. I told them I’d do it. Said I’d do it whether you were chicken or not, you know, just to seem normal. I reckon if you say you’re game, we can spend the night out there and….”

I giggled “And what, may I ask….?” He pushed his hands down the back of my jeans and into my underwear. I gasped a little as his finger found my anus, that familiar thrill sending a wave of longing through my soul.

He giggled too. “And we finally get to finish” he paused, smiled at me with a little glint in his eye. “And when I say finish, I mean I finally get to finish with my cock buried deep in that sweet lil ass of yours!” And he pushed with his finger and I relaxed as it slipped a little way inside me. “Fuck, I can’t wait. It feels like it’s been so damn long.”

I suddenly felt a little insecure. “Me too” I said. I started to say something else but it wouldn’t come.

Harrison looked at me and narrowed his eyes. “Come on Ryan.” He said. “Out with it.” I guess he knew me better than I cared to admit.

“Well, I just….” I said, finding it difficult.

“Listen here Ryan…” Harrison said to me in a stern voice. “You have sucked my cock and swallowed my cum and we’ve kissed and I jerk you off and I’ve fingered that sweet little ass of yours…” - he wiggled his finger just to underline that point - “…I reckon we can share just about anything, so spit it out. You don’t wanna go all the way or something….?”

“No!” I exclaimed. God, no. I wanted Harrison’s cock inside me more now than ever before and just wished to God we’d had more chances. “No…. It’s just…. I wondered if all this has to stop after we do it. That’s all.”

“You sweet on me, Ryan?” He asked with an impish grin.

Now for couple of years I would have said the answer to that question was a resounding no. For me, being gay had been about a sexual attraction and teenage lust and I guess I figured I might grow out of it. I never thought of myself as growing old with a man as my lover, but maybe I just never thought very far ahead.

As I got a little older, as we did stuff with each other, I knew I liked this boy even if I never considered it, never admitted it to myself. I couldn’t honestly say I knew what I felt, but I had recently started to wonder, just sometimes, if there was something in this relationship. I mean, who the hell else was there in this straight-ass town?

I grinned back. “You wish” I said. “More like you wanna marry me for my ass” I added. We both chuckled awkwardly and I wondered again if there was more to all this than either of us cared to admit.

“Anyway” I said, trying to shake myself out of it. “I ain’t chicken. I don’t give a fuck about sleeping in a haunted field that ain’t even haunted. And if it means we could get a few hours to…. you know…. then I’d sleep next to a pit of snakes.” I hated snakes, so that wasn’t strictly true, but it made for a good point.

“Awesome!” Harrison said. “We need to plan. I don’t think I could take it if we fuck this up because we didn’t plan right, you know?”

I nodded. He was right. This was the best opportunity we’d had since Coach interrupted us in the showers so long ago. My little pink hole twitched in anticipation, Harrison’s warm finger giving me a flavour of what might be to come. I silently wished, not for the first time, that my parents would just fuck off out for a few hours and take my sister with them. Then I’d bounce around on Harrison’s cock like he was trampoline.

At that moment my mom shouted me from downstairs. It was typical that just as we got somewhere, someone would ruin the mood. I tucked my erection into the waistband of my underwear and pulled my sweater down to hide it. I rolled my eyes at Harrison and went to see what was up. This, I thought as I stomped down the stairs, this is why I’m still a fucking virgin!

We spent two weeks planning everything in glorious detail, even down to the sex itself. Planning sessions always turned into touching sessions and I swear we both found a new lease of life.

As far as anyone was concerned we were staying over with a friend who was having a Halloween party. That was mostly true. Always best to hide a lie within the truth, Harrison had said.

We would head out to Five Scares and pitch a tent right in the centre of the field. Harrison was going to borrow his brother’s scout tent, which was plenty big enough and he said his brother kept it well so it would be waterproof. We hoped for rain, because we often had rain on halloween around these parts, so a good tent was essential. If it rained we were less likely to be disturbed by the guys trying to prank us again. They wouldn’t want to get wet and muddy out there. Despite everything, we were all just lazy-assed teenage boys after all.

We’d deal with any bullshit from the guys and then at midnight Harrison would leave the tent and do a route we planned around the field and surrounding area. He would check for signs of the gang, make double-sure we weren’t gonna be interrupted. He was gonna bring a big waterproof cape his dad used for fishing to make sure he didn’t get too wet. It seemed extreme to have him do that, but we were both so fearful of being interrupted and outed that we felt it was necessary.

There could be nothing worse than being caught by the guys, me on my back with my ankles warming Harrison’s ears. That would be the end.

While Harrison was gone I was going to prepare. I would bring a brand of water bottle that I knew I could use okay so I could get clean. Then we agreed I’d lube up and do whatever I wanted to do so that I was relaxed and stretched out and, as Harrison put it, “ready to take my big dick without fucking about”.

We’d joked a lot about that part. He told me he was “gonna come at me and fuck me good” the first time. He joked that after two years of sexual tension it was going to be quick, dirty, and rough and he often grabbed me and spanked my ass when he said that. Truth was, I was up for that in a big way. In fact the closer we got to the big night, the more I wanted to roll over and let him do whatever the fuck he liked with me.

There was some logic here, too, that went deeper than a mutual desire for a hot, hard fuck. We both figured that if we had a chance, we should take it, really go for it, before we were interrupted or anything could go wrong. As pragmatic boys more than we were romantic, we concluded that our first fuck should be a fast one. You have to remember that we were horny and we just wanted the deed done.

Harrison said that he wanted to do it twice. He said we’d get some rest and set our alarms to 3 or 4am for round two, by which time we both felt we’d be safe and we wouldn’t have the pressures of our first time. He promised it would be slow and sensuous and, as he said, “I’ll treat you like a pretty girl and make sweet love to you, then you’ll have had it both ways!”

I always rolled my eyes at him at that part, but the truth was I wanted that too. It was Harrison at his most boyfriend-like. Hard and fast, then soft and like proper lovemaking seemed like a dream come true. I had a few twinges of doubt, mostly worries about whether it would hurt and at one point I started to worry about whether I would like it, but I told myself I’d waited so damn long for this that we were gonna do it either way. By the next morning I’d either be a confirmed gay who enjoyed cock, or something else.

The last time we planned was a good night. Dad was out and mom had gone to collect my sister. We knew we didn’t have long and not long enough to risk fucking (as usual), but I sucked Harrison’s cock as and he did something to me for the first time. He had me get on my hands and knees and he French kissed my ass while he jerked my cock. It was the most fucking amazing feeling, spoiled only by the front door opening just as I came all over the carpet of my bedroom. We scrambled to pull up pants and rearrange hoodies before my sister barged into my room (she had a sweet spot for Harrison a would always come and say hi). Once again I sat on my carpet next to Harrison with cum in my underwear, while mom stood in my doorway saying nice things to my friend and critiquing me for not trying hard enough at school.

As Harrison left that night he took a big chance and whispered “your ass is mine” as he left. I giggled. Mom overheard and after I shut the front door she asked what that meant. I thought on my feet and just it just meant he was gonna beat me at the next race meet.

“Oh, you boys!” She said with a little eye roll.

I ran upstairs and showered before bed. I tried hard to recreate the feeling of Harrison’s tongue between my cheeks as I jerked off, but nothing quite matched the sensation. I went to bed horny and wondering where all this was going.

Halloween dawned grey and miserable, but I bounced out of bed like it was Christmas morning.

“You’re chipper today….?’ Dad said over breakfast. I was not usually a morning person. Typical teenage boy.

“Yeah, just stoked for the party tonight” I half-lied.

The day dragged and dragged and I hardly saw Harrison. When we finally got together that evening, he had his backpack and I had mine. He looked at me and I nodded. He nodded too. We were ready. I tossed my water bottle up in the air so that it spun around before I caught it. I raised my eyebrow. He grinned. He knew.

A couple of the guys rode up on their bikes. “You two ready for this, or you gonna pussy out at the last?”

Harrison puffed out his chest. “We ain’t no pussies” he said loudly. “We’re gonna pitch our tent in the middle of Five Scares and we don’t give a fuck about made-up spooky shit” he said. That much was true. Harrison was fearless like that.

I nodded. Yeah, what he said.

“Rather you than me. Five Scares is a bad place.” One of them said with a whistle. That was too much bullshit for our group, so it fell to Pete to bring everything back down to our usual level. “What you guys gonna do all night? A little kissy-kissy for you two gays…?” He laughed and the others laughed too. Harrison joined in and eventually I did. I knew that were just joking around, saying what any of us would have said, but in that moment it was a bit too real for comfort.

Harrison took a pack of playing cards from his back pocket. “I’m gonna fleece Ryan” he said with a grin.

One of the guys made a comment about strip poker. Harrison ignored it and said “What’s the matter, Pete? You wanna join us? You jealous?” Everyone laughed and Pete made a comment, but I wasn’t listening. I was focussed on the word “strip” and thinking about getting Harrison out of his clothes and letting him have me.

“So, boys….” Harrison said just as it started the pitter-patter of raindrops. “What bullshit have you got planned for tonight. You wanna be careful. You come to scare us, maybe I’ll have something ready to scare you!” And he seemed all mysterious and tough. I loved it when he was like this. He really was the big guy of our group. No-one argued with Harrison for too long, at least not since he punched Craig in the face and gave him a black eye.

The boys laughed. “You’ll have to wait and see!” Someone said.

We saddled up and said our goodbyes and made stupid comments to each other. They rode in the direction of Pete’s house. We rode down the road to Five Scares.

By the time we got to the field the clouds were roiling in the sky and it was spitting rain. We hurried to the middle and got the tent up pretty quickly. We were pleased with ourselves as we’d done a good job there. We got our packs into the tent and then stacked our bikes and covered them with a tarp that we pegged down.

The wind started to moan and I felt cold out here, colder than usual. I disliked being this close to one of the scarecrows, too. I thought they were creepy. I feared that a storm was brewing, but Harrison told me we’d be ok. He reasoned that the more bad weather we had, the better. He figured Pete and the gang were unlikely to come out this way in crappy weather and I figured he was right.

We made out in the tent, Harrison’s playing cards laid out around us in case we were interrupted. We resolved not to go too far, but I was tempted, I can tell you.

The wind picked up and the rain started to come down in waves. I told Harrison I’d get myself ready now, before he went out and before the weather got any worse.

“You just don’t wanna be out there on your own with me gone!” He said with a smug look on his face.

Usually I’d have lied and bluffed him out, but there was something about tonight night that made me want to be honest with him. “Yeah” I said. “Maybe”.

He looked at me. I expected to make some joke at my expense but he didn’t. He sat up and kissed me lightly on the lips. “I’m gonna be right here Ryan” he said and I can’t express what that did for me.

I left the tent with my trusty water bottle and waterproof jacket. It was pretty dark and the sky was every shade of grey. I hurried to find a spot to do what I needed to do. To make things easier I stripped out of my jeans and squatted down. As soon I bared my ass, I felt a chill on my spine that couldn’t be explained just by wind and rain. It gave me goosebumps. Every noise sounded like someone creeping around behind me and it started to make me feel uneasy. Fortunately I didn’t need to do much, so I finished up, picked up my jeans, and scampered back to the tent.

I kept looking over my shoulder, kept feeling like someone was behind me. I shivered as I got to the tent, but the light from inside seemed to make everything alright.

“You all good?” Harrison asked. “You got no colour in your face.”

I smiled. “I am now. It’s just cold out there, and windy and wet. Not nice.”

“Brilliant!” He exclaimed. “There’s no way those assholes are gonna come out here tonight. I’m gonna do the circuit and check. I know where they’ll be if they’re here somewhere. I know it’s earlier than planned, but shit…..” He paused, taking in the sight of me in my rain coat and no jeans. “I want that ass” he grinned.

I kissed him, sucking at his lips and tongue while he squeezed me all over. “You be careful out there, okay? And hurry up.” I said.

“I won’t be too long, but we gotta be thorough, okay?” He explained. I knew, we’d been over this a million times. “And don’t worry. I won’t leave you for long, okay?” I thought that sounded sincere, like he understood I was scared even if he wasn’t, and he wasn’t going to joke about it, and he wanted to look after me. Maybe I just read more into it than there was, but I felt unusually needy tonight.

I admired him, going out there alone. But he wasn’t scared, not one bit. For him Five Scares Field was just bullshit, it was just a field. No amount of silly scare stories were going to get his back up. He was single-minded in what he had to do: check for pranks, get back, fuck Ryan. It made me chuckle to think of it in that way.
The wind howled and rain lashed against the tent, blowing the sides in and making me feel uneasy. I knew that Harrison would be gone a while, but I disliked being here on my own and I hated the weather. Every time the walls of the tent snapped with the wind, I imagined it was someone outside pushing it. My mind strayed to uneasy spirits roaming around out there and it gave me goosebumps. I hated myself for it, but I was a little scared.

The lamp flickered a few times. I took it down from where I’d tied it the roof and slapped my hand on it. It flickered again. I played around with the batteries and put the battery cover back in place. It kept flickering. I really didn’t like that, especially as I had no other light. Harrison had the head torch and the flashlight and that was all we had.

The wind moaned relentlessly, a horrible sound that was grating on me, and rain was pelting down out of the sky. It was cold in here and it seemed to be growing colder. The lamp flickered again and went out. It was pitch dark.

I tried to pull myself together. I knew Harrison would be back soon and I so badly wanted to be ready for him. I stripped off my sweater and the t-shirt I had on underneath, then I kneeled up and slid my briefs down to my knees. I sat down on my sleeping bag and pulled them over my ankles and tossed them to one side. I took a deep breath. I was naked.

I felt weirdly sexy out here in a tent in the middle of a field with no clothes on. I thought about Harrison “coming at me” as he put it, fucking me hard and fast. I focussed on that, trying to get myself into a sexy mood as a way to stop thinking about stupid fucking ghosts and the spirits of scarecrows.

I shuddered. The thought made me hot even if the driving wind and rain outside was cool. I was freezing though, way colder than I should have been for the time of year.

I reached back and touched myself. My pink hole was well lubed. I felt so ready. I slid my finger in a little way, just to give myself a thrill. I took a slow, deep breath in. I hoped Harrison hurried up.

I lay down on my front and pulled our fleece blanket over me. I buried my head in a makeshift pillow made of my clothes and closed my eyes, grinding my cock into the sleeping bag beneath me. I spread my legs a little, pushing my ass up and enjoying the feeling of my cheeks spreading slightly.

I lay like that for a short while, fantasising about Harrison pushing himself into me and stripping me of my persistent virginity. I was hot under this blanket, sweating as my pulse raced, breathing heavily with the anticipation. Five Scares Field was no longer a distraction. I was ready for what had been promised for so long.

I heard the zipper of the tent flap. I buried my head even further into my clothes and pushed my ass up even more. When he turned on his light he’d see me like this. It would drive him crazy. He could do me like this to start with. That would be great.

There was a blast of icy wind into the tent that snaked under the blanket and blew it up from my feet and over my head. It shot a chill wind up my legs, my thighs, and it tickled my hole with a damp coldness that made me shiver.

I heard him climbing into the tent. I could feel his presence and my anticipation spiked. I heard the tent flap zip shut even above the howling and moaning of the weather outside. I left the blanket where it was, my whole body uncovered, just my shoulders and head swamped by the fleece. This was how he could take me. I was ready, willing, wanting.

Then he was on me. He forwent his light, obviously sensing me laying prone, waiting for him. I felt his strong knees pushing my legs further apart, spreading me. I felt so submissive. I felt his hand on my bottom. It was cold, colder than I had expected and it made me shiver. I heard rustling, clothing being removed. I felt his weight descend upon me. My pulse quickened.

I was a strange combination of cold on the outside, but passionately hot on the inside. It was cold in this damn field and I guessed I was a little scared, a little anxious. Then I felt the head of his hard cock and my focus was suddenly on nothing else.

I went to turn my head, to say something, to tell him I was ready or break the silence or whatever. But he had other ideas. He pushed my face into the ground with one hand and lined up his dick with the other. He was so strong, sexual energy making him seem more dominant than ever before.

This is exactly what he said he’d do. He’d come at me. He’d fuck me hard and rough. I took a deep breath. This was it.

I had never felt so sexy. I whimpered as he pushed my face into the ground. I whimpered more as his cock stabbed into me. There was no playing around, he just thrust it at me and broke through my anus. I went to cry out at the pain that accompanied his thrust, but my mouth was full of fleece blanket and I could hardly move under his weight.

His cock surged forward and filled me up and my mind turned from crying out to focusing these new sensations. The pain wore away very quickly and I found that if I relaxed and pushed up to meet him, the motion of him sawing forcefully in and out of me was easier to bear. He was going at it fast, really hammering me. It was good, but I wanted to tell him to slow down, to calm down, but I could hardly move and something prevented me from saying anything. My head and shoulders were still covered in clothes and fleece blanket anyway, muffling me. My head felt kind of foggy, too. I was unable to concentrate on anything other than being fucked.

My pulse was going crazy. My ass felt hot and used. I could feel his cold hand on the back of my head, the other on the base of my spine. He was freezing, but his dick was hot. I couldn’t believe this was it. That I was being fucked by this guy. He must have wanted it so badly, but he was practically raping me. That’s how I felt. But I wanted to let him. Even though I wanted him to just calm down a little, I wanted to get through this part so we could get to round two where he said he’d make love to me. And by then I would already be full of his cum.

A part of me wanted him to just back off a little, change gear maybe, but I couldn’t express that to him. I had never felt so utterly submissive. It was like I had been drugged by sexual hormones and was content to lie here and let him do whatever he wanted with me.

Suddenly he stopped. He pushed his cock deep into me and I moaned loudly. I felt him bottom out but he still pushed hard and it hurt. And he was still leaning very heavily on the back of my head. Was this it? Was he coming?

He slowly pulled his cock back and I felt it slip quickly down and out of my passage. God, that feeling was new and I liked it, but I’d have liked it more if he’d exited a bit more slowly.

The pressure lifted from my head and the small of my back and suddenly the zipper was going on the tent. I felt the wind blow back into the tent and cold, damp air blowing up my naked legs and around my gaping hole. I went to get up, to turn, to find out what was going on, but then the zipper was going again and wind was shut out.

Harrison’s flashlight swept over my body. Even covered by the blanket I could see the light.

“Jesus” he said.

I went to ask what the fuck he was doing but he was already on me and pushing me down. He seemed to be fumbling with his jeans. Then his cock was there again. This time he held it with one hand as he fed it into me. It went in more easily now, having already been stretched by his rape-like fucking.

I briefly wondered if this was his second turn, but that notion quickly fled. As he got his penis further inside me he seemed to get more and more excited again. He was using more deliberate strokes, longer strokes, and as he got more comfortable he was slightly rougher. He had calmed down from before, thankfully, but he was certainly fucking me. It was nicer now, though, and I was enjoying it far more. Maybe he sensed how I was feeling, I didn’t know.

He pulled my hips up and his hands were warmer now. That’s better, I thought. I guessed that he had gone to town on me, maybe gone further than he wanted, gone harder than he meant to, and then stopped himself before he went too far. Maybe he was going to leave the tent and get some air, I don’t know, but I was glad he came back because although he was being firm with me, it was starting to feel great. Really great.

He reached around and started to play with my cock as he humped me. “I can’t last long” he said. “It’s too good!”

That was alright by me, because I was on the edge too. I always struggled to hold it in when Harrison had a hand on me. I don’t know how he did it, but he had a way of gripping my dick that sent me crazy.

Suddenly Harrison thrust deep inside me and grunted. Felt his dick expand and shudder and and I actually felt him coming. He pulled back on my dick, right back, and held it. I gasped. I could feel the hot wetness from his cum within me, feel his cock pulsing against my anal ring, and Harrison’s tight grip around my cock. I closed my eyes as I fell over the edge, the sensation in my groin building and building until I pumped my own cum all over the sleeping bag beneath me.

“Oh god!” I exclaimed.

I slumped down and Harrison collapsed on top of me. He very gently slid his cock from my hole and once again I loved that feeling, now more than before. He removed the rest of his clothing, pulled the blanket off me and arranged it around us and cuddled into me, him the big spoon and me the little.

We lay there with the wind crashing against the tent, pouring rain lashing the canvas, but even the noise and the weather couldn’t prevent too spent boys from wallowing in their body heat and drifting into a sexually satisfied sleep.

An incessant bleep-bleep-bleep-bleep pulled me from my dreams. It took me a while to work out where I was, what I was doing here. Suddenly I remembered. I reached toward the direction of the noise. It was the alarm that Harrison had set. I pushed the button and turned it off.

Harrison pulled me into him. “The wind’s died down” he said sleepily.

“Yeah” I said. I had a hot rush of feelings for this boy all of a sudden and I let him pull me close. It felt so good to be here with him, both of us naked under this blanket, both having experienced each other for the first time.

“And the rain” he said.

I wondered whether he would want more from me. I wondered whether he would be spent now he’d had what he wanted. We’d planned that alarm to wake us for a second helping, but maybe he was too sleepy to take advantage. For my part I felt a tiny bit sore from the first time, especially the earlier part where he was so rough. But my god I wanted him again.

The soreness was combined with a hot feeling, almost like he was still inside me. I grinned to myself every time I thought about it. I had taken Harrison’s dick inside me. He’d broken my virginity. He’d cum deep within me. Everything about that felt wonderful.

Harrison wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. He snuggled into my neck and he kissed me. Very gently he flexed his body against mine.

“How you feeling?” He asked, still sounding half asleep.

“I’m really okay” I said. Was that enough to signal I was ready for more?

“You feel great” he said.

“Yeah, I feel great.” I said.

“No, dummy” he said. “I mean, you feel great. Your body. Against mine. I like this, you know?”

I smiled. “Yeah. I know.” I said. “I like this too. I really, really like this.”

He kinda chuckled. He kissed my neck again and let his hand fall down my body to my penis. He lazily played around, running his fingers through my pubic hair, gently touching me and cupping my balls. I was hard in about zero seconds. His touch was always something else.

I felt him responding too. I could feel his cock starting to dig into my leg. The fact that he was getting hard for me, because of me, elated me in a way I couldn’t explain. My heart started to beat faster and I began to feel hot again, hot and sexy.

“Do you want…. Can we…..?” He said, not able to finish.

“I goddam wish you would!” I said and he laughed. He pulled me over onto my back and kissed me deeply. It was a soft, wet kiss that went on forever.

We touched and kissed and licked one another for what seemed like glorious hours. Eventually he knelt in between my legs. He pushed them back, hooked my ankles over his shoulders. I was sweating, my pulse was racing and I was so ready to try sex with Harrison again.

He spat into his hand and smeared saliva around the head of his throbbing purple cock. He fingered the rest into me. It was a little sore, but it was fine.

He grabbed his penis and pointed the head at my anus. He shuffled forward and slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed against me. I closed my eyes and I forced myself to relax. I felt myself open, the rim of my hole expanding, stretching outwards as Harrison’s hard, hot dick slid forward bit by tiny bit.

There was a slightly painful point where his head was almost all the way in. Something inside hurt a little and my hole was stinging from being stretched. It lasted just a few seconds because then Harrison’s head kinda popped inside and my ring closed tightly around his shaft. I felt so connect to him, like we were joined together by heat, lust and passion.

He sighed. He leaned forward on his knees and he kissed me again, giving me time to get used to him again. This was so different to last night. This was not me being held down and taken roughly, this was a loving, caring experience. Don’t get me wrong, I had enjoyed being taken, especially after Harrison had calmed down a bit, but this was something else entirely.

I moaned into the kiss, an involuntary sound as his cock slid a little way further inside me. I could feel it moving into me, his flesh on mine….in mine!

“You’re so tight” he said. “Tighter than last night even. And so hot inside”.

I wrapped my arms around him, gripped him and pulled him closer. His cock slid further in and it took my breath away. He gave a little flex of his hips, testing the waters, pushing deeper then pulling back a tiny amount. I whimpered. It was so easy, so delicate. It sent a wave of amazing feelings right up my spine.

He did it again, putting a bit more energy into it this time. I pulled my legs back, kind of spread them apart. I felt him bottom out inside me. It was quite incredible and I absolutely loved it.

“You feel so hot too. And I feel so full!” I said in a whisper.

Harrison began to thrust. He kissed and thrust, licked my ear, nibbled my earlobe, thrust some more. He kissed my neck and sucked at it and I knew I’d have a hickey and I didn’t care. We rutted together, our bodies touching skin on skin, everything in harmony. I started to breath heavily. We both did. We were sweating together. I knew he felt as good as I did and that felt great too.

This sex of ours seemed to go on and on and in a way I never wanted it to stop. It was starting to get light and I could see his face now, even make out the beads of sweat at his temples as he fought to fuck me but not to come just yet.

I held his face and I pulled him down for more kisses. “Will you come in me again” I said. I wasn’t asking. I hoped he knew that.

“Yes….” He said, his voice low and gravely. “I want you so bad Ryan.”

I almost cried. “I want you too” I said, sucking his lips and tongue as it darting into my mouth. “I feel so…. so different now.” And I did. Something had changed. This had gone beyond teenage lust and longing to get off and I knew that change was mutually understood.

His pumping became more vigorous. I knew he was right on the edge and I sensed he was trying hard to prolong the moment. I so badly wanted to please him, for him to be happy with me, with my sex. I fought a stupid urge to get him to tell me if he liked it.

Suddenly he forced his mouth onto mine in a hard, deep kiss that I just knew signalled the end. His thrusts were almost robotic. He couldn’t hold it any longer but he kept pushing, pushing, pushing.

I held him so tightly as he reached the edge and then I felt the surge. It was like his whole body and spirit was pushing forward, like all of him was coming, pumping me full of his cum. “Oh, oh, oh, oh” he moaned with every ejaculation.

I realised I was coming too. It had crept up on me, but those warm wet feeling inside me, his dick expanded and flexing and his whole body rubbing against mine and touching my cock… that was all I needed.

I shot my load over both of us just as his orgasm was dying away.

We ground together for a minute, then he collapsed, totally spent. We giggled. Our giggles turned into jags of laughter, and we hugged and laughed and then I cried.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” He asked. Him calling me baby didn’t go unnoticed. In fact I loved it.

I laughed again, tears running down my face. “Nothing Harrison. I’m just so happy!”

“Yeah, me too. It was worth the wait. It was so good. So much better than I could ever have hoped.”

I looked at him. I was thrilled that he was satisfied. There was an odd thought in my head and I welled up with tears again when he seemed to read my mind and said “no, not ‘it’….you. You were so much better than I could have hoped.”

I hugged him then and held onto that boy like my life depended on it.

We woke again an hour or so later. It was too light out here to sleep any longer, too early to get up. We were still entwined, our arms and legs and bodies one big, teenage boy mess. It was really nice. We didn’t have a care in the world.

“So how was it for you?” He asked me. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“I loved it. I was nervous about it before, you know? That it might hurt or or I might not like it. But I loved it.” He was still beaming. I punch him on the arm. “And I know you said you were going to be rough to start with, but you could have gone a bit easier the first time. Did you lose your cool or something?”

He sniggered. “I wasn’t half as rough as I wanted it to be. God, that was awesome though. Sorry if it was too much.”

I smiled. It was okay. “Hey” I said. “Why do you get up though, and open the tent. I thought you had lost your cool and needed some air or something.”

“What do you mean?” Harrison asked.

“The first time, when you were playing tough guy with my poor little hole...?”

He got up on one elbow and looked down on me. “Yeah, but what do you mean I opened the tent?”

I frowned at him. I could see he was confused and I was beginning to doubt myself. “You came in, started fucking me super hard - which was the only part that hurt by the way - and then you stopped....”

“No I didn’t” he said. “I never stopped. What are you talking about?”

I blinked, trying to remember. “Yeah, you did. I was laying on my front waiting for you....”

“Yeah, when I got to the tent it was open, and you were on your front with the blanket over your head. I figured you were being submissive. Showing your little hole to me as I crawled through the front door.” He laughed.

“No....” I said. “You unzipped the tent, came in and fucked me. Then you stopped and opened the tent again and I thought you were leaving, but you came straight back. Then you...you know....slid it back in and it was better.”

“No, that’s not what happened” Harrison insisted. “I closed the tent behind me. I had my head torch on so I could see you had your head under the blanket and your ass was sticking up. I pulled my jeans down and....well....I went for it until I shot my load.”

I frowned again. I blinked. I couldn’t understand why he was being so obtuse about it. “But you stopped half-way through. You were really rough, you stopped, and you came back again....” I said. My head felt foggy again and I was starting to feel cold.

Harrison sat up. “Ryan, I didn’t stop, I promise you. Why do you think I stopped?”

I sat up too, confused and feeling weird. My skin was starting to crawl and I had gone cold. I patiently explained to Harrison what I thought had happened, from start to finish. He looked at me confused.

He reached past me and grabbed the lantern. He flicked the switch and it came right on. He handed it to me and I took it, my hands shaking.

“But....but it didn’t work. It wasn’t working at all. Honestly.” I said.

“I thought you just turned it off. That’s why I left my head torch on when I came into the tent. Because it was dark?”

I looked over at him. He seemed to be looking at me in a funny way, like he was concerned about me. “But you didn’t have the torch on when you came in the first time. When you opened the tent, the wind blew the blanket up over my head and it was still dark and you just got on top of me.....”

“Are you feeling ok?” Harrison asked. “I mean, like, inside? I haven’t done some damage to you or something, because I read that.....”

“Harrison, I’m fine. Are you okay?” I asked. “Because if you got carried away and just needed a minute, that’s fine, you know? It doesn’t matter. Everything was awesome!”

Harrison was still looking at me in that slightly strange way. “Ryan, will you just listen to me. When I got back here last night the tent was open and you were laying on your front, with the blanket over your head. I know that because my torch was on. I promise you I did not stop half-way through. If I had I’d tell you. After last night...well... I’d tell you anything.”

I felt sick. I needed some air. I unzipped the tent and stepped outside, still nude. I looked around. You could hardly tell the rain storm had come through here last night. The ground was wet, sure, but everything just looked normal. I glanced around the field.

“Hey” I called. Harrison popped his head out. He was half-dressed. “Why did you move the scarecrow?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” He said as he came out and stood beside me. He was looking into the distance.

“No, this one” I said. I pointed to the old wooden frame not ten paces away. The scarecrow was gone.

Harrison looked at me and frowned again. “This one?” He asked, his voice sounding hollow.

“Yeah, the new one that was here....”

“Ryan, there hasn’t been a scarecrow in the middle of this field since either of us were born..... what are you talking about?’

“But last night....when we got here....” I said. “There was a scarecrow right there.....” I pointed. My arm was shaking. My whole body was shaking and I couldn’t seem to stop it. I felt…weird.

Harrison reached inside the tent and grabbed the blanket. He threw it over my shoulders and hugged me tight. “What’s going on?” He asked.

“I.....” I stopped. I couldn’t think straight. “I don’t know” I said. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. I knew there had been a scarecrow in that spot last night. I was confused and I was beginning to wonder if maybe I wasn’t okay.

“Tell me again, tell me what you think happened from when we got here.” Harrison said. I told him. I went through every detail. It was all so clear to me. Getting here and seeing the scarecrow propped up on the frame. Pitching the tent. Making out. Harrison going off. Me getting horny. Laying on my front. The tent opening. The really rough sex.... the pause. The tent again. Then Harrison and more sex, slower this time. I went through every detail.

Harrison held me at arm’s length. “Have you....have you checked yourself? I mean you’re not, like, bleeding or anything?” He said.

I wondered if maybe I was. I reached behind me. I touched myself, but I knew instantly that I was okay. I examined myself anyway but there was nothing. I wasn’t even very sore. I didn’t know what to say. I felt weird, like a fog had descended and it was clogging up my brain.

We heard an engine in the distance. “Shit!” Harrison said. “That’s the farmer. He’s coming this way”

We both scrambled to get dressed. In less than a minute an old man had pulled up in a flatbed truck and we came back out of the tent, now fully clothed, to see how much trouble we were in.

“What you boys doing out here...?” He said. “I don’t remember anyone giving permission for two kids to pitch a tent on this land?”

Harrison spoke first. “Ah...sorry mister....” he said with real contrition in his voice. “We...er...you know...halloween....?”

The farmer looked from my face to Harrison’s and back again. He seemed to pause for a long time looking at me. His eyes seemed to bore into mine. Without breaking eye contact with me he spoke to Harrison.

“He always this pale?” He said.

Harrison glanced over and I could tell he had concern written all over his face. “Er....no.” He said.

The farmer nodded. He looked back and forth at the two of us, slowly working it out, slowly nodding. He took a few steps toward the tent and peered inside. Harrison made a half-hearted move to stop him.

The farmer looked at us both. “Listen boys, why don’t you tell me exactly what went on here last night? I think you need to do that.”

I looked to Harrison and shook my head slightly, but he was concerned and maybe this old guy could help. He told him everything. He left out the parts about our sex together, of course, but everything except that.

“So you saw a scarecrow last night, out on this stand right here?” The farmer asked me.

I nodded. He nodded too, long and slow.

“And you were alone in the tent for while, at the height of the storm you say?”

I nodded.

“And you say the tent unzipped, and that your friend here came back in the dark for a minute or two, and then left, and then came straight back again…. But you, big fellah, you say you only came back once...?”

We both nodded.

“Well boys, pack up your things. We’re gonna get to the farm house and we can talk more there. It’s not…a …good place… here.” His eyes flicked over at the stand for the scarecrow.

Harrison shot me a look and I wondered if we would both be in some kind of trouble. I still felt foggy, like I couldn’t wake up properly, and it was beginning to irritate me. We packed up quickly however, even more so with the farmer helping. I wasn’t much use and I kept getting things wrong. We bundled everything into the back of his truck and drove in silence to his farm house.

We entered his house together and the farmer called out as soon as the door was open. “Marie my love, could you whip up some chamomile tea for our guests?”

A kindly, older woman appeared and fussed around after us, shooing us into the living room. She sat us down and spoke to her husband. “Chamomile you say? What did you bring back here Fred?”

“These boys camped out last night - camped out without permission I will add - over in the south field. I’m gonna go right ahead and guess the smaller lad met something he oughtn’t last night and he’s suffering the consequences. Let’s have that tea now dear, if you will?”

“Oh my Lord!” She exclaimed. “Chamomile tea coming right up. And I shall draw a hot bath for the boy. Warm his bones.”

The farmer smiled. “That was going to be my next request Marie. Thank you”

After Marie left the farmer turned to Harrison.

“Let’s assume I’m not quite as stupid as I am old.” He said. “Now I tell you this for your comfort: I’m no prude and I ain’t no bigot. My only son left town a good few years back. Went to live out west. There was nothing for him here. No, not nothing.....that’s wrong. There was no-one for him here. Not in this town. Not with his…interests. I regret not doing more to encourage him to stay.”

Harrison and I exchanged glances. Was he saying what we both thought? I wasn’t thinking right, so I was looking to Harrison for confirmation.

The farmer nodded. “Aye, you have the right of it” he said. “So let’s just assume I know what you boys were doing out there. There’s a part of the tale that’s missing, ain’t that so?” He sat forward and smiled, his eyes kind and warm.

I closed my eyes to clear the fog. With them still closed I filled in the gaps. I omitted the details of course, but I shared more or less what had happened when the tent first opened, I shared that it had been rougher than I expected and that it stopped and then Harrison was there and it was better. I felt like I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. There was something about the farmer that made me feel at ease and I was becoming desperate to get to the bottom of why I felt like I did, and why my memory of last night didn’t match up with Harrison’s.

The farmer listened intently. He nodded and he didn’t judge. He asked some clarifying questions and I’m sure he got more out of me than I was intending to share. His wife, Marie, came in half-way through with two steaming cups of some flowery team.

“Now you drink those down while they’re hot and don’t you go complaining if you don’t like the flavour.” She chided. “And son, that bath I spoke of will be ready for you in a little while. Don’t you let that go cold either.” She touched my arm and frowned. “My oh my you’re as cold as a corpse” she said. She took a blanket from a big wooden box and threw it around my shoulders. “I’ll leave you boys. I’m old enough to know when there’s men’s talk going on that don’t involve me.” She kissed Fred on the cheek and left.

When I had finished correcting our tale and adding to it, Fred the farmer turned to Harrison. “I guess that from your perspective you arrived back at the tent to find it open? That there was no scarecrow? That you didn’t er...take a break?”

Harrison blushed, but he nodded. “That’s right sir” he said. “Do you know what’s going on?”

The farmer sat back in his chair. “Long time past, boys, when my old papi was a young man, a fellow was shot in south field right where you pitched your tent, more or less. Now, my daddy told me that man was Ned, a preacher from the next town over. He’d been found doing things with boys that a preacher and grown man ought not to do. They stripped him, whipped him, and ran him outta town. He was chased here by some young hoons who’d had altogether too much liquor and not enough sense. As old Ned was dressing himself in clothing he’d taken from the scarecrow, they shot him full of holes. Killed him cold.” There was a pause. We sipped our tea and waited. As soon as I had taken a sip and smelled the aroma, the fog started to clear and I started to feel a little better.

“There was a lot of fuss and I’m sure you boys know the tale, or part of it at least. Reality is, no-one ever found a body, despite what the coroner said in his report. It just disappeared and I had my papi’s word on that. And from that day to this it is said that old Ned returns here some nights and there are silly ghost stories aplenty.”

“Silly?” I blurted out. From where I was sitting, they didn’t seem very silly.

The farmer looked over at me. “Aye, silly.” He said. “Old Ned comes back here and I know that for fact. How I know...? Well, I don’t believe you need to know that. But his spirit isn’t strong enough to leave the south field and mostly he doesn’t reveal himself other than around the night he was killed. Not to most folks, anyway. Of course, there’s them he takes a shine too, or so it’s said. I reckon they can see him, feel his presence, at pretty much any time.”

“When was that?” Harrison asked. “When was he killed…?” But I already knew.

The farmer nodded. “Old Ned was killed on all hallows eve. Halloween to you.”

The room went quiet. Harrison was looking at me with wide eyes of realisation while I stared blankly at the carpet.

I had a sudden realisation and it hit me like a truck. Harrison had already guessed, got to the point before me, I’m sure, but I was a little slower off the mark right now. I had been visited last night. Stalked from the moment we got to that field and taken at the first opportunity. I shuddered violently and I felt sick and weak.

“Will I.... will I be alright?” I asked, not shifting my gaze, feeling sorry for myself.

The farmer was quick to reply. “Yes.” He said and I believed him. “No reason to think otherwise.” After a pause he added “You were lucky though. This big fearless lad returning when he did..... Ned doesn’t like the light and he don’t like company…. Thank your lucky stars you weren’t left alone any longer. Now, tell me, you feel better for the tea?”

I took another sip and another. I nodded. I really did feel better, like the fog in my head was lifting and I felt warmer too. And less sorry for myself.

“One of the curious effects of chamomile tea. It’s great for restoring your senses after an encounter with the other side. Not many people remember that these days. The old ways.” He said. “Now finish it.”

There was another long silence where we all sat drinking tea and thinking. Eventually Fred slapped his legs and stood. “Right. Up those stairs and second door on the right. Marie has run you a hot bath and you’re gonna avail of it whether you will or no. There’ll be warm towels up there too, because my Marie’s good like that. You’ll be refreshed and ready for anything when you’re finished. I’ll drop you boys back in town when you’re done. And don’t fret, boys. I won’t say anything to anyone.” He smiled and it was as warm a smile as I’d ever seen.

We protested about the lift but he waived us away. He shooed me out and up the stairs, but I hung around long enough to hear him speak to Harrison.

“You go scrub that boy’s back and make sure he’s okay?” He said. As Harrison got to the door the farmer took his arm and said “I don’t know what you are to each other and it ain’t my business. But he’s had an ordeal and he might well need a shoulder to cry on once or twice, at least until he puts it in his past. You’ll be that shoulder, I take it?”

I heard Harrison tell the farmer “yes, sir, I will be that and more!” And that made me warm on the inside more so even than the tea.

I languished in the steaming hot water and Harrison scrubbed my back. The tea and the heat of the bath brought me back to life and we kissed a little, but nothing else. I don’t think either of us were quite up to more. Not yet anyway. Not after the revelation of earlier. But it was nice, and I admit the fear and dread of what happened last night was already fading like mist under the morning sun, the memory of my night with Harrison coming to fore and screwing with my emotions in a very different way.

Farmer Fred drove us into town. On the way he told us not to worry, that these things have a habit of fading fast. “It’s like the the spirits don’t want us to remember them” he said.

He dropped us at the kerb and helped unload our bikes and packs. We thanked him profusely and before we parted company he cleared his throat and said to us: “You know the north field? You know the big barn out on the western flank? I store straw out there. I don’t get there apart from on a Monday. There’s a nice loft space above the barn that I kitted out for my boy when he was around your age, maybe younger. Anyway, the spare key to the hatch is on a string hanging up where I keep the pitchforks and tools. The steps are at the back. I felt it might be important for you boys to know that.”

He got in his truck and started to drive away. As he left he called out of the window “just don’t go making a mess” and then Farmer Fred was gone.

Harrison and me, we looked at each other in shocked surprise. Did he just say what we thought he said? We giggled and Harrison thought he’d risk hugging me in broad daylight. “Thank you” he said in my ear and I smiled.

He rode home with me, then got himself back to his place. That was thoughtful of him and I always remembered that. True to his word Harrison did let me cry on his shoulder a couple of times, but Halloween was soon a distant memory and I seemed none the worse for whatever happened that night.

A couple of years went by and we snuck off in secret to our barn whenever we could. It was a great space where we could be what we wanted, with an old couch and radio and even power and plumbing. We used that place a lot and we had some wonderful times there. We found our sexuality there, not just teenage boy fucking, but really pleasuring each other and giving the other what he wanted.

We were so grateful to Farmer Fred. We made sure to leave flowers once a month on a Sunday night, with a little card for Marie that read “thanks for the tea”. The same every time. And every time we went back the flowers were gone. It was the very least we could do and we enjoyed doing it.

Eventually it was time for us all to go to college and Harrison and me decided to go together, to get out of this town to someplace where we could be ourselves. There was no denying it any longer. We were as together as two people could be. I loved him and he loved me.

We got the gang together at Harrison’s place because we wanted to tell them first. We were a tight group of friends by this time and after much soul-searching we figured we owed them some honesty. We hoped they’d be okay, but we were nervous.

We all sat around the dining table in the kitchen. We told them we were together and we were headed off to college together, to be together. When that didn’t seem to sink in Harrison leaned forward and said “You know. Like, gay?”

We hardly ever used that word to describe ourselves, so even I was shocked.

These people, our friends, were looking blankly at one another and the place was awkwardly quiet. No-one seemed to know quite what to say. Suddenly Pete got up and stomped off to the refrigerator. He grabbed a can and came back to his seat, fully aware we were all watching him. He cracked the can and drank noisily, banging it down on the table when he was done. “Ahhhh” he said with theatrical drama.

He pointed. “Now, that’s a can of coke” he said.

There were frowns and curious faces all around the table. We were all looking at Pete, trying to understand where this was going. With yet more theatrical flair he looked around the room and shrugged. “What?” He said with an impish grin. “I thought we’re all just saying things that were obvious....?”

Suddenly we all cottoned on. There was laughter and back slapping and jeering. Harrison and I seemed to be the only two people who didn’t get it and I could see Harrison was getting frustrated.

“Hang on” I said. “Are you saying....?”

“Yes” Pete interrupted. Harrison seemed to be catching up and his face went bright red.

“You mean you.....” I said.

“Yes” Pete interrupted again.

Harrison sat forward. “But.....how....?” He asked, incredulous.

Pete laughed and so did several others. “You two have been sneaking off together to do homework...” - he made a little air quotes sign that had me blushing - “...for as long as any of us can remember. I’m sure you both thought that was foolproof. I’m sure you thought no-one realised you spent almost every waking hour together or that you disappear to your little place in the barn in North Field on the regular.”

Tina piped up. “Yeah and no-one’s ever seen you give each other that look you both have, or touch fingertips in the corridors between classes, or giggle at each other’s stupid jokes.”

Rob joined in. “Yeah the giggling is annoying guys.” He said with a big, broad smile.

Finally it was Craig’s turn. “And let’s be honest, Harrison. You’ve punched almost all of us for making a joke at Ryan’s expense. But we don’t want you to think you’re over-protective or anything.” He chuckled to himself.

Harrison and I had the good manners to blush. “We thought we’d been so clever. We thought no-one would understand...” I said, and I admit I had a tear in my eye.

“Oh please!” Exclaimed Tina. “Listen kids, you’re gay and if Pete’s totally straight then I like cock - and newsflash, I don’t much like cock. Although I gotta be honest, that might be based on the very limited options in this town!” She said with a smirk.

Pete winked at me and I blushed again.

We partied that night and it’s something I’ll never forget, how great our friends were.

Our parents weren’t quite so understanding but they weren’t awful like you sometimes read about. Harrison’s brother was great though and he told Harrison’s dad to get a grip, which had me laughing. My mom was pretty cool after dad had left the room. “He’s just gonna need time to get used to the idea” she said, and she hugged me and then she hugged Harrison too, which made my cry.

The following week we packed up the car and set off early for the next chapter of our lives. It was still dark as we drove off, the sun just beginning to glow beyond the horizon.

Our route took us out past Five Scares Field. As we drove past I glanced out of the window and shivered involuntarily.

“See?” Harrison said. “They should rename it Four Scares.” He smiled at me and patted my thigh.

I hated to tell him, but there were five scarecrows in the field that day.  For me, there always were. 

=THE END=

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