Several Notches in One Night

"Several Notches In One Night"

by Ryan Rizzler

My friends Steve and Rob invited me to come visit for Halloween weekend. They said they already had a Halloween costume for me. The plan was to go to a Halloween party and then the local bar.

When I asked what the costume was, they acted coy and said I just needed to bring a pair of old jean shorts that I didn't mind trashing, some sandals, and some tennis shoes.

The tiny town my company had me in had no bar and no one to hook up with. I needed to get laid and was intrigued by their offer. So I agreed.

I left work early on Friday, since their town was about a three hour drive away. While still not huge, it was at least big enough to have a gay bar in it.

When I got to there, we had a drink and then I asked what my costume was.

They pulled out a bag with several jars of this green body paint and said I was going as the Hulk!

I told them I was flattered, but I wasn't the type to go around in public all night with my shirt off.

But they convinced me that I was more likely to get lucky if dressed like that, and of course they offered to help apply the paint.

These guys are a couple. Steve is mostly a bottom, and Rob is mostly a top. But when we fool around, they often both end up bottoming for me.

Steve often wants to get tag teamed by both of us.

Even then, I often end up topping Rob afterward, since I can give him the kind of major fucking Steve can't. I've also sometimes hooked with other guys while visiting them, and they've been cool with that too.

I stripped down to apply the paint, but I left on my underwear on. I didn't want to fool around just yet, so I figured my not being naked would reduce the chances of something getting started. I told them to leave a couple of inches of space between the paint and my underwear, so we didn't get paint on them.

They put on some latex gloves and went to work painting me. It took a surprisingly long time to get me completely green, except for just above and below my underwear. We were all pretty silly by then and laughing our asses off by the time we were finished.

Once done, I had to just stand on newspapers in their kitchen until the paint dried while they went and changed into their costumes.

Rob went as Batman, but with a large dildo sticking out of the front of his costume. Steve was Robin, except that the butt was missing out of his little green shorts!

They threw me my ripped shorts, said to put on the sandals for the party and bring the tennis shoes, in case the bar wouldn't let me in wearing sandals.

It was kind of chilly and I'd only brought a nice jacket with me. So Rob loaned me and old jacket he didn't care about getting paint on.

We also took some spare green paint, in case I needed some 'touch ups".

The second we got inside the door at their friends' house, Rob laughed "Okay, give me the jacket!"

I could tell he wanted to put me on the spot a bit. I was a little embarrassed, but said fuck it, and went for it.

There was a surprising number of gay people there, considering this wasn't exactly a metropolitan city. It was a mix of gays and straights, singles and couples.

Several people asked me if the paint was going to be hard to wash off.

When one older gentleman inquired if we had painted "everything" green, that got a laugh.

I said no, my underwear and the area underneath it were unpainted.

Without missing a beat, he said "Good idea. Best not to risk staining the goods, if it doesn't wash off!" We all laughed again.

It was a nice bunch of people, and I could tell a couple of guys were interested. But I didn't really see any potential victims there. So a little later, we headed out to the bar.

Once there, we got a drink and then hit the dance floor. While we were dancing, I looked over and this smoking hot guy was dancing near us in just cowboy boots, a loincloth, and a small mask that just covered his eyes. He obviously was hitting the gym hard and had a hot muscular body.

When his friends clowned around and flipped up the butt flap on his loincloth, I could see he also had a pretty hot ass as well.

One time the hot guy looked over at me, and gave my Hulk costume a thumbs up. The next time I caught him looking at me, I gave his costume the thumbs up too.

When Rob, Steve and I came off the dance floor, they gave me the scoop on the hottie. They said his name was Blane, he was the hottest guy in town by a mile, but he knew it. He had a major ego, and was pretty much just a cock tease.

Later on we were walking around and ran into this Blane guy and his friends. He had removed his mask and he had a handsome face, too.

When Rob introduced us, the guy came off as having major attitude, and as totally uninterested.

While I thought he was hot, it was no skin off my nose if I didn't score on him. If nothing else, I would be doing Steve and Rob later, back at their place.

At one point I joked that Blane and I were the only ones around there with the balls to come out in public dressed like we were.

Rob laughed and said "No, you're only two guys in town who could pull it off!"

A little later a guy came up to Blane, and asked him to dance.

Blane acted almost annoyed. He sighed "Okay, but just one song," letting the guy know he really didn't want to. Still, the other guy still seemed delighted in spite of Blane's shitty attitude.

I guess when you are the hottest guy in the only gay bar in town, you can get away with stuff like that. Even though they knew what Blane's game was, everyone still pretty much fawned over this guy.

When Blane finished dancing, he bailed on the guy and came back over to us. He was acting bored and as if he expected someone to buy him a drink. Yeah, this Blane guy was pretty full of himself.

This wasn't my first encounter with a guy like this, so I sure as hell wasn't going to buy him anything. And since he'd come across the bar to where we were after dancing, I also wasn't buying that he was bored hanging with us.

Rob went to buy us all a drink as Steve, Blane and I hung out and talked. It was mostly just Steve and I talking and Blane continuing to act bored.

When Rob came back with our drinks, I pretended to drink some of mine but didn't. Later I carried it to the bathroom and ditched it, wanting to keep a clear head.

What I didn't know was that while I was in the bathroom, Steve and Rob mentioned casually to Blane that I was only in town for the weekend, and then I would be gone.

When I came back from the bathroom, Blane had shed a little of the attitude and was a little friendlier. At the time, I didn't know what caused the sudden change.

After a while Steve went to get us another round. They all proceeded to drink theirs. When no one was looking, I swapped mine with an empty glass someone had left nearby.

As time passed, Blane got a little buzzed and actually started flirting with me.

I didn't know if he really was interested or was still just being a tease and looking for an ego stroke. I usually try to shoot straight with people, but if I suspect someone is just cock teasing me with no intent of following through, I have one absolute rule: Don't give them even the slightest indication that you are interested. With a guy like Blane, the more you don't show them the attention they crave, the better of a shot you have later.

My lack of interest did seem to be frustrating him a little.

When we all went and danced, I could tell he was mulling things over as he checked me out, while pretending not to.

I knew "Mr. Cool" needed a way to go for it, but without blowing his all-important image by having his friends see it. When we all came off the dance floor later, I asked Rob privately if he minded if Blane came over.

Rob smiled slyly. "The pool heater has been on all day. Invite him over for a swim. He's been to our place for a pool party before, so he knows where we live."

I figured coming over for a swim was a perfect excuse. And if Rob, Steve and I all left without him, then Blane wouldn't be risking his all important too-cool-for-you image by being seen leaving with us.

"Great," I said, "But would you mind asking him over, so I can basically keep ignoring him?"

Rob laughed. He knew I was using Blane's ego to my advantage and said "Sure, no problem!"

A little later, Rob said to Blane, "We're all going to take off and go for a swim back at our place. If you get bored, you're welcome to come over and join us. You know where our place is, right?"

Blane just nodded, without committing to anything, still playing it as cool as possible.

We took off, and on the way back to their place, I asked what happened while I was in the bathroom. They said they told Blane I was just in town for the weekend, hoping that would prompt him to make a move.

"But don't get your hopes up," Steve added. "This is a small town, and he might be afraid we'd tell people he came over and you guys hooked up."

"You boys wouldn't do an awful thing like that, would you? " I said in mock surprise.

"Only if something really hot happened!" Steve replied, and we all laughed.

When we got back to their place, I jumped in the shower and started scrubbing like a madman. The green body paint came off with soap and water and some scrubbing. But I was in there for a long time, working to get it off.

As long as it had taken me, I figured that if this Blane guy wasn't already there by now, he probably wasn't coming. I dried off, threw on my swim trunks and walked down the hall to the den.

Blane sat on the couch, having yet another drink while talking with Steve and Rob. He had showered and changed into a t-shirt and jeans. When he turned and saw me, I caught him staring at my chest for a moment. His was ego slipping a little.

Now the shoe was on the other foot, and I needed to be the one playing it cool.

"Hey," I just said, barely acknowledging him. Then I said to Rob and Steve "Let's hit the pool, guys!"

Everyone but Blane was already in a swimsuit. When Steve offered to get him a spare one, Blane just stood up, pulled off his t-shirt, unzipped his jeans and pulled them off, revealing a pair of tighty whiteys. "I'll just wear these," he said, clearly enjoying that we were all staring at him and that he was the center of attention. The guy was definitely a big tease, but things were still going in the right direction.

We swam for a while, and then hung out and talked.

When Steve got out and made yet another round of drinks, I thought to myself "How many rounds can these guys drink?" Again, I pretended to take a sip from mine and then just set it down.

Blane seemed to be showing the affects of it more than anyone.

I was sitting on one of those loveseat chairs that is built into the side of the pool, where you are sitting in the water, a little more than waist deep.

Rob was standing in the shallow end, Steve was sitting on a deck chair beside the pool, and Blane was treading water in the middle of the pool.

Though we were laughing and joking, we were all behaving ourselves, and not doing anything wild.

Then out of the blue, Blane just pulled off his underwear and held them up above his head, asking if we thought he could land them on the diving board from where he was. He was either making his move or turning the "tease" dial up a little more.

The three of us practically replied in unison that we didn't think he could.

When he turned toward the diving board, I immediately checked out his seriously fine naked ass, and I thought to myself, "We have a WINNAH!"

He tossed his wet underwear and it landed partially on the diving board and partially hanging off. It hung there for a few seconds before its own wet weight pulled it off the board and into the pool.

We all laughed when it fell. Blane shrugged and then turned and swam over to me.

He grabbed the waistband of my suit and pulled the front partially down, grinning as he said, "Let's see if I have better luck with YOUR suit!"

By making the first more, Blane had shown his ego had definitely dropped a few notches.

Since I was sitting, he had to struggle to get my suit off. I just sat there and made no attempt to help him, depriving him of the ego stroke he was wanting.

I figured that would prompt him to do something even more desperate. I was counting on it.

He finally got my suit off, and turned again toward the diving board. As his right hand threw the suit, his left hand reached over and squeezed my cock. This time, he missed the board entirely.

We all laughed again, and he again shrugged.

Then he turned back to me, with his hand still wrapped around my cock. Without a word, he submerged his head under the water and took my cock into his mouth and began to suck me underwater!

I looked over at Rob, who was still standing in the shallow end of the pool. Although Rob's jaw had dropped open, I couldn't tell if he approved or not.

Blane ran out of air and his head popped back up out of the water. Without saying anything, he crawled up onto my lap and started making out with me, while sliding back and forth, making my cock slide along his ass crack. A pretty obvious sign of what he was wanting.

"You could've helped a little when I was trying to get your suit off," he laughed. The tone of his voice told me had given up most of his bullshit pretense at this point.

"Yeah, I could have...But it was more fun watching you struggle." I said flatly. I knew he wasn't going to protest my saying that. He had already gone too far now. I could now go ahead and start calling the shots.

I figured that any second now, Steve or Rob would tell us to take it to my bedroom. But I looked over Blane's shoulder at Rob again, and he was giving me the "thumbs up" as he got out of the pool. Then I heard a sound behind me.

Steve was dragging one of those giant double wide foam pool floats over to the edge of the pool, right behind me. Hell, they didn't want us to take it to my bedroom, they wanted to watch me nail this egotistical fucker!

Knowing what a conceited guy Blane made me want to really take him down and own him in front of my friends. "Okay, stand up," I simply said.

Blane stood up right in front of me. Since I was still sitting, his cock was right in front of my face. He pushed his hips forward a little, expecting me to now suck his cock.

Instead, I ordered "Now step up there," gesturing for him to step up out of the pool, and onto the walkway next to it. I knew he expected for me to then turn and start sucking him, but I stood up too, stepping out of the pool.

"Get on your back," I ordered, pointing to the giant pool float beside us. I knew Blane wanted some privacy, and probably didn't want Rob and Steve to see him slutting out and getting fucked.

"Uh...can you and I go someplace alone?" he asked, a little surprised. Earlier, he had wanted to put on a show for me and my friends, and now that was exactly what he was about to do. It just wasn't going to be the "Let's all adore and worship the cute guy" show that Blane had planned on.

"Either here and now or not at all," I answered, sounding like I didn't care which way it went.

I thought Blane might protest, but he was buzzed and pretty horned up. He got onto the pool float on his back, even though I could tell he was embarrassed as hell that Rob and Steve were watching.

It was clear that Blane's enormous ego was quickly weakening.

I decided right there and then that I was going to shred the rest of it before I was through. As I stood over him and looked down, all I said was "I need some lube and a condom."

Steve and Rob practically ran into each other, scrambling to get me what I needed.

When they gave them to me, I put the condom on and lubed up my cock. Then I lubed up Blane's cock and just the opening to his hole. I didn't finger him.

I grabbed each ankle, lifted his legs and instead of fingering him, I began teasing him by sliding my cock up and down his crack. Occasionally I'd tease the hole with the head, working him into even more of a frenzy.

A few minutes later, Blane's ego had slipped a few more notches when he moaned, "Oh man, please fuck me!"

I started to just barely push the tip of my cock into his hole.

"Wait, you need to finger me first!" Blane said in surprise.

"No fucking way, you little tease," I said, as I pulled out and resumed teasing him by sliding my cock along his asscrack. "My cock is hungry. Take it now, or forget it."

Blane reached down, intending to finger himself.

I quickly put one of his ankles up on my shoulder and pulled his hand away. Then grabbing his ankle again, I went back to sliding my cock up and down his crack, adding to his torment.

I could tell he was torn about what to do. But I also knew he was horned up enough that he was going to give in.

"Okay, but just go slow," he relented, embarrassed that he wanted my cock in his hole badly enough to give in. His ego was slipping fast now.

I figured if Blane was as much of a tease as they said, it might have been quite a while since he was last fucked. So I went in really slowly, giving him plenty of time to adjust, as I inched into him.

As my cock slowly stretched his hole open and filled it, Blane's expression was a mixture of humiliation, pain, and lust. But lust was definitely winning out.

I knew my friends were enjoying seeing the town tease struggling to figure out just where he lost control of things, and how he ended up getting fucked while they watched.

When I was all the way in, I paused to let him catch his breath and adjust. After all, I didn't want to hurt the guy, just humiliate him in front of two guys from the bar where he served so much attitude! Lol. When I was through, it would be hard for him to see himself as better than anyone in that bar.

I slowly pulled back out, and then slowly push back in again.

Blane just stroked his cock and moaned in pleasure. All his bullshit had fallen by the wayside now. He was now just a bottom, lost in being fucked and loving it.

It was time for me to turn up the dial a little. After he had relaxed a bit, I picked up speed a little, as well as increasing how deep I was going in, giving him time to adjust before I'd slowly increase it again.

Blane was getting more and more into it. He seemed to have totally forgotten there were two other guys watching.

Rob and Steve had shed their swimsuits and were standing just a few feet away. They were stroking and doing some poppers, as they watched me fuck Blane's hot little ass.

Seeing that they were enjoying the show, I decided to take it up another notch, and shred Blane's ego a little more. I knew the poppers would help make him sluttier.

"Guys, come share those with Blane," I said.

They could tell I had a plan and played along. Rob knelt down on one side of Blane and then Steve knelt down on the other.

I stopped fucking momentarily and said, "Okay Rob, give him some." I didn't know if Blane even did them or not.

When Rob shoved the bottle under Blane's nose, Blane instantly inhaled deeply.

Rob had already figured out what to do next without me telling him. As he pulled the bottle from under Blane's nose, Rob pushed his cock into Blane's mouth, as I resumed fucking.

With the poppers hitting him and my cock making his hole feel good again, Blane totally surrendered to his lust, even moaning as he sucked passionately and took my cock up his ass. He was in heaven.

Seeing Blane now, it was hard to believe this was the same guy who'd served so much attitude earlier. He was more than compliant. He was loving every inch down his throat and every cockslam to his ass that he was getting.

By just being a tease all the time, Blane had a lot of pent up sexual desire. And that desire was in control now, as Blane slutted out for us, not caring about his image or his reputation.