Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2012 09:23:12 -0800 (PST) From: Juan Corona Subject: Hard Night, Part One Note: The three Parts of this story and based on actual events but some details are fictional. "Most summers, we would go to a Hot Spring Resort of one kind or another, because my dad had arthritis bad. Then they found this one place we all loved, because it had good hiking trails, a great pool and a big lounge where we young guys would hang out. I had just finished my Freshman year at a boarding school and wasn't close to the guys in the Lounge; besides, they were older too. One night, I drifted outside and sat across from this huge, neat flowing fountain, After a while, a guy I hadn't met or even noticed before came by and asked if I minded of he joined me. I said "Sure" and he sat down next to me. He was about my age; an Italian descent guy, named Roy. After a short while he asked me how often I jacked off. I told him two, sometimes three times a day. I asked: "What about you?". He told me it depended, whenever he felt horney. He asked if I had ever done it with anyone. I told him that one night when I was in the 8th grade, a classmate and I met at a theater. He had to take one streetcar to get there and I had to take another and then a bus. After the movie, we got a milk shake and then he hoped on his streetcar. I went across the street to wait for the bus. In a short while, this little coupe drove up right in front of me and the guy opened the door. I thought he would ask directions. He said: "Where are you going?" I told him. He said: "I'm going that way. Do you want a ride?" I looked; but still, no bus was coming. I said; "Sure!" and got in. He seemed like a nice guy. I said: "Thanks a lot for giving me a ride; that bus takes forever" And we dorve a few blocks. Then he asked me: "Do you mind if I check on my girlfreind's house? She said she would leave the porch light on, if her folks weren't at home" and with that, he turned right. The next block, he looked over: no light. I was a little stimulated thinking about he and the girl might have done.But he then kept diving up the hill and as he drove, I was feeling a bit apprehensive and for some reason, gettng hard. He said: "Are you shy?" "I don't think so" Then he reached over and put his hand my crotch, saying: "Let's see." Then, I was really hard. "You sure aren't! unloosen your belt and unzip your pants and give it some air." I nerveously did and out came my pretty large cock. While he kept driving, he kept feeling and gently stroking under my balls and my cock. It was the first time anyone had touched my genitals! I have to admit, it felt great. Finally, he asked: "Where do you live? I'll drive you home." I told him the location but not the exact address and as he was driving there, he took my left hand and put it on his crouch and said; "Go ahead and undress me. Just the thought made me more excited. I undid his belt and slowly unbuttoned his pants; he lifted himself up so I could slip down his pants. I was surprised: he was not hard and while my balls were loose in my sac, his were tight. "Go ahead, play with it and wake it up." I did, feeling those tight balls and petting his cock; it arose very quickly. I had never even used my hand to jack myself off before, let along another guy. (I always just laid down, often with a soft pillow into which I formed a hole which I would hump.) He was not complaining about how I was doing. As I stroked and petted him, he was playing with my balls and cock too. It was great! Finally, we came to a stop in a seculed place, a few blocks from my house. I sort of lay back in my seat and let him play with me as I did to him. Then I went into estasy; I could feel it building up inside of me as I started sort of humping up and down. Finally, I blasted off so strongly, that my cum hit the window, then on the second burst, all over the glove compartment door and on the third, all over his hand. What a fantastic climax! It wasn't long after that he started to get really intensely worked up as i expertly kept stroking and pumping him. Finally, he too blasted, but nothing like mine. He had a good load too. He was not at all upset that I had messed up his car or hand. He got a rag and cleaned up the best he could and just looked at me and said: "You are really good, That was great. Thanks. Let me drive you home." I told him I wanted to walk for exercise and thanked him and took off. It was a great experience, but scary and I was nervous that he might tell some one or see me again. I could tell that Roy had a hard on under his pants. That made me feel "turned on." I said: 'What about you? have you ever done it with anyone?" His experience and how the Hard Night ended will be in Part II. Part III, will be about the next day, and the encounter between Roy and me, and then, how it ended."