I am high octane extraordinaire!

The party was already high octane, but Hal’s arrival — the crown prince of heartbreak, delinquency and bad-assery — cranked it up another level. Wesley gulped his drink, not managing to quell the flutter of impatience or jitter that this boy’s close proximity seemed to incite. With a bottle of something clear he topped up his drink, his hand shaking a little at the unfamiliar feeling.

By Hal’s side was Lisette, looking smoking hot. Her tight black shorts barely covered her ass, while over the knee socks and boots were a minor distraction from the cerise satin corset under a cropped leather jacket. She looked like royalty too, despite having recently landed on campus. Arriving two months after term began had lent Lisette a mystique she clearly enjoyed.

The couple cut a swathe through the crowd of dancing, drinking, necking bodies of young people. Everyone wanted to say something or offer a high-five as they passed. Wesley felt the impossibility of being on either one’s radar keenly. He nibbled listlessly at a cookie from the airtight box on the counter in front of him.

They looked homemade, unusual for a frat party; usually the most effort its hosts put in after buying a keg was providing movie size packs of pretzels and chips.

As he chewed, he watched the new arrivals in morbid fascination. Hal bent his neck to kiss Lisette and she returned the press of his lips with raw passion. The cookie’s sweetness burst on Wesley’s tongue as a stiffness began to stir in his pants. It swelled alongside the realisation that he couldn’t pinpoint who he envied more, Lisette or Hal. This bolt of realisation hit him hard; he’d assumed he was heterosexual, never cared much for labels, but perhaps he’d been barking up the wrong tree.

Lisette was beautiful, she had a sexy demeanour with some danger rolled in, you only had to look at how she was fisting his hair… Oh fuck… When she bit and pulled Hal’s lip, Wesley’s knees nearly buckled.

“What’s in these freaking cookies?” Although Wesley spoke aloud, the commotion of the party drowned him out.

As he looked at the biscuits more closely, an idea formed in his head which saw him replace the lid on the box and clutch it to his chest. A bubble of optimism swelled in his chest and he tried not to think about other places which might be expanding similarly. He strode through the crowd of drinkers and dancers until he drew level with the objects of his obsession.

“Hi,” he blurted.

Up close, Lisette’s smokey eye-make up emphasised the amber gold of her irises. She regarded Wesley expectantly, an amused smile quirking the corners of her mouth.

“Who do we have here?” she drawled. When Wesley was too frozen to answer, she turned to Hal. “Do you know this young stud?”

The look she was giving Wesley was hungry, and he silently thanked all the hours spent in the gym over summer break.

When Hal shook his head, Wesley realised he had to speak.

“I’m Wesley, I carried a watermelon!”

His smile was wide, but he hoped his joke wasn’t. Everyone knew Dirty Dancing, right? He lifted the box of cookies in sight and leaned in a little closer, so he could speak in a low voice.

“I’ve found the good shit. These cookies have a little something extra.”

Understanding quickly dawned and the golden couple smiled.

“Wesley, my man!” Hal clapped him on the back. “Let’s go somewhere we can talk.”

And just like that, they left the party, pushing their way through the crowd of sweaty bodies in search of somewhere quiet. A side door opened onto a stony path, which led to some outbuildings, most likely where tools and mowers were stored. The padlock was strong, but the latch was not, and Hal struck with a rock ’til it broke; they both followed him inside. When Lisette found a light switch, they could see that the tight space was indeed a tool shed. It had an internal door, which led to a large garage, where a car and some old furniture were shrouded in dust sheets.

“How very convenient,” Hal observed, as he pulled the rough fabric away from a shabby couch. He sat, and pulled Wesley down beside him. “Did you make these?” He took the box and lifted the lid.

“No, I found them at the party. But they’re really good, I’ve eaten just one and I’m flying already!”

“Aren’t you the chatty Cathy?” Lisette purred, reaching in to select a cookie.

She took a dainty bite, looking very feline. From his low vantage point on the couch, Wesley could openly admire her smooth thighs. Her shorts were so tight they outlined her pussy lips and he thought he detected the spicy, smashed fruit smell of her arousal.

“Oh they’re good,” she affirmed.

Hal took up a cookie and tried for himself.

They made everything seem a little brighter, more defined, Wesley realised; the swell of Hal’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the way the light behind Lisette traced a golden outline around the edges of her body, catching in her hair like a halo.

“So Wesley, are you on my team?” Lisette’s tone was playful, but her eyes sparkled.

Then she shrugged off her leather jacket, to reveal silky pale shoulders and the upper slopes of her breasts. Wesley imagined himeslf falling into the dark crevasse which her corset created between her breasts. He knew he would be happy there, snuggled between springy globes of pleasure, tipped with puckered nipples.

Because Wesley didn’t — couldn’t — answer, Lisette giggled knowingly and chewed another bite of cookie. She swiped crumbs daintily from the corner of her mouth before she reached towards his belt buckle.

“Not so hasty, my fair lady, I haven’t unlocked my arsenal,” Hal rose as he spoke.

“Is that what you’re calling it these days, Hal?” Lisette giggled.

Their banter made Wesley’s head spin, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Hal’s waist as he pulled his shirt up and over his head, without bothering to unbutton it. As it rose up his torso, he revealed his happy trail of blond hairs. Wesley licked his lips, aware a pulse thudded in his groin. The shirt rose higher, messing Hal’s hair. When he cast the garment aside, his broad shoulders and flat abdomen caused Wesley to catch his breath.

Wesley looked from one vision of perfection to the other. A kid in a sweet shop, he didn’t know which treat he wanted more. In a choreographed dance, Lisette and Hal moved closer, touching each other’s skin and gasping out their pleasure at each new caress. Theirs was a show just for him, and Wesley unfastened his jeans. The restrictive denim had been crushing him, but now his boner sprang free. The cookie’s ingredients had wiped his inhibitions and he eased the fly wide apart to grasp the girth of his cock with a firm grip.

Lisette eyed Wesley’s length appreciatively, then she licked her lips and reached down to release Hal’s erection from its prison. Once she eased it out, it unfurled from its slightly sleepy state like a fire hose. She smoothed it upwards, letting the foreskin slip and slide, while she made gasps of appreciation, but she watched Wesley intently. His precum had begun to dribble, adorning the glossy dome of his cock.

As he stroked himself rhythmically up and down, his thumb swiped the tears of fluid to smooth around as lubrication.

Hal growled, a primal sound from deep in his chest, then sank his head to nibble Lisette’s neck. His eyes were also directed to study Wesley’s carefree self pleasure and he was echoing his leaking excitement. Lisette tugged Hal’s erection a few times more, firmly, effectively; then suddenly she stopped.

“Come here, Wesley,” she motioned with a curled finger, and in a daze the shorter boy rose to his feet.

When he was within reach she planted her hands on his shoulders and turned him to face Hal.

“Kiss,” she commanded. When Wesley hesitated, she took his naked cock in her free hand and gripped it, beginning to move her fist as she had been doing to Hal. “Kiss,” she said more firmly.

The guys shuffled closer together, Hal inclining his head and Wesley tilting his upwards until their lips met. What began as a tentative press of mouths became more fervent as Lisette continued to toss them off. Their passion for the kiss was undoubtedly fuelled by their building arousal. Their tongues thrashed and they sucked on each other with unabashed pleasure.

“Now do something for me,” Lisette ordered.

In unison the guys reached for a breast each, dragging them from behind her corset. Hal pinched and rolled her nipples, while Wesley applied his lips, eager to lick and nibble. Her dainty pink nipples elongated and swelled with their combined attentions. Lisette was so vocal about her enjoyment that Wesley grew in confidence. He unbuttoned her shorts then helped Hal drag them down. She leaned on the young men as she kicked the garment off and then, letting Hal take her weight, she lowered herself onto the couch.

“Guess what I want, boys,” she crooned, slowing her hand movements on their dicks, without stopping completely.

“You want to be fucked,” Wesley was confident this was the answer, but Lisette’s raised eyebrow told him there was more.

“I want to be fucked from both ends,” she leaned towards each guy’s purple head and bestowed a soft, succulent lick, allowing her tongue to dip into both holes, which made Wesley shudder with pleasure.

“Eeeny, meeny, miny, moe,” Lisette punctuated her counting with licks and kisses, watching their erections bob with eager enthusiasm.

“Wesley, as your cock is new to me, I want to savour it, so stand at my head end, Hal can take up the rear.”

“Aye aye captain!” Hal helped raise Lisette onto her knees.

They moved her body towards one end of the settee so she could rest her torso on its arm. When Hal slapped her rump several times, Wesley saw the spanks as colours and watched it throbbing with warmth, as if Lisette was in a cartoon. He was sure he was baked, but as all his wishes were coming true, he wasn’t concerned.

Pushing his shorts and jeans further down his legs, he positioned himself in front of Lisette, and jutted his pelvis forward. It was like a warm bath to slip inside the wet cavern of her mouth. The heat and a tightness which surrounded his cock seemed to draw sensations up from his whole body: fingers, toes and his solar plexus. As Lisette sucked, she gazed up at him, which was fucking hot, her eyes implied a mixture of submission and gratitude and his cock swelled in response.

Hal lined up behind Lisette, fingering her and massaging her clit, spreading her juices around her leaking folds. The liquid sounds of her pussy were loud to Wesley’s ears, accompanied by her greedy sucking of his pole, but the groan she made when she was claimed by Hal drowned it out.

“Uuuh… uuuh… uuh…” Lisette moaned when Hal began pumping her with forceful strokes.

Wesley had enjoyed many blow jobs, but never one where the person giving head moaned, and the vibrations which travelled along his member were a delicious addition. Evidence of Lisette’s liquid arousal, from both ends, was soaking the chair.

Strings of her saliva dripped from her chin, but she was taking him there and he was electrified.

“I’m going to cum,” he gasped, alert to the tightening in his balls.

Wesley expected this warning to make Lisette pull away, but instead she sucked harder, her lips sealed around his girth as her body jolted with the energy of Hal’s thrusts.

“Cum man, our little slut will swallow it down,” Hal grunted, spanking Lisette’s rear like a pony he wanted to trot faster.

Permission granted, Wesley thrust like an athlete: climaxing was an olympic sport, and he was racing to break the tape and climb the podium. Each of the males picked up the pace, Lisette’s cheeks hollowed and she bucked back against Hal’s thrusts.

In response, Hal began to circle her anal pucker with his thumb and press inside her depths, so that when Lisette came, she could feel her climax bouncing from the walls of her pussy and sphincter simultaneously.

Hal’s toe curling wail was a battle cry. He pulled his throbbing cock from her channel to deliver the motherlode of gooey strings of jizz to decorate Lisette’s peachy backside. He felt as if he was turning inside out as the ropes of cum spurted from his pole, providing a glorious release and a delectable view. It felt so primitive to fuck this way, marking Lisette with some kind of ownership.

They all flopped onto the couch, too exhausted to adjust their clothes for now.

“Well you boys sure had your hands in this cookie jar,” Lisette laughed, swiping her fingers through the white slick that coated her backside, then tasting it.

“Pass me another, and we’ll see what else happens,” she suggested, looking from the cookies to Wesley, her eyes twinkling with intent.

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