The air outside was unwelcomingly bitter, yet with three layers of coats, gloves, and a scarf it was better than sitting the time away. As they walked in silence, Andy looked all around, his mind jumping from one object to the next. Brady simply entertained himself by watching the young boy. It was then that the college boy spotted the cart full of trinkets: gloves for two, heart-shaped keychains, chips, and even him-her t-shirts. "Are they really already pushing Valentine's?" Brady murmured to himself. It was January 15th, February was still two weeks away, and Valentine's another two after that. "Wait, is that...?" Brady squinted at the cart. Amongst all the trinkets, on top of a wooden platform as if it was an exhibition were what even Brady --who had never been a fan-- quickly recognized as pokeballs. They were open, like an oyster, and inside, each had different plastic creatures posing as if ready for combat. One of them in particular had none other than the fluffy pink-ball-like Pokemon that Andy liked. It was a sculpture, collection-like. Brady stared at the cart for a bit. To his side, Andy was oblivious. The pokeball looked expensive but then again, it was Andy's favorite Pokemon, the young boy would absolutely love to have it. Who cared if it was expensive? The college boy walked towards the cart and took out his wallet, heading straight to the vendor when Andy grabbed him by the arm. "Brady, look!" Andy immediately took a hold of the pokeball. "It's Jigglypuff! It's so cute! I want it, I want it!" the young boy immediately turned towards Brady. "Can you but it for me? Come on! Please? Can you? pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeee?" Hearing those words, watching Andy's face, it was almost as if something inside Brady snapped as the smile he had sported a second ago vanished from his face. His palms turned into firm fists as he put his wallet away. "No," he replied, simply. "What? But Brady, pleaaaaseeee," Andy persisted. "I need it, it's really cute, don't you see? Come on, buy it for me!" "I can let you borrow money if you want," Brady offered. "What? But I don't work, I can't pay you. You work at your parent's coffee shop." "You could work if you wanted to, earn some money." "I'm only fourteen!" "Haven't we had this fight already?" Brady could feel the fire burning within him. "Deliver newspapers, mow some lawns, save some money so you can buy stuff you like." "Ugggg!" Andy complained. "But can't you buy it for me?" "I'm not your sugar daddy." "But Brady, I-- "I. Am. NOT. Your sugar daddy," Brady raised his voice, people around them turned, confused. He didn't care. "Got it?" Andy lowered his eyesight. "Couples give each other things, I thought we were a couple." "What?!" Brady scoffed. "Oh, so if I don't buy it for you then we aren't a couple? What have you given me then, eh? Since we started dating, what have you given me, since that's your logic?" "I'm FOURTEEN!" Andy raised his voice. It was a weird thing seeing a guy as shy as him on the verge of shouting. "I don't earn money!" "You can give gifts that don't involve money, you know. A letter, cook a meal, a mixtape..." Brady started listing. "If there's a will, there's a way." "I'm only asking for one thing, geez," Andy murmured again, turning away. "You paid for the churros a minute ago and didn't complain." "There's a difference, you know? Between giving out of good will, and having someone expect a gift, as if they were entitled to it somehow. I don't know, you make me feel like you don't value the intention as much as having the thing." "Okay," Andy crossed his arms and kept walking. "We won't gift each other stuff from now on." "That's not..." Brady sighed. "Whatever."
As the hour drew closer, they decided to walk from Santa Fe Park back to Brady's place. It wasn't that near but ever since that Christmas adventure Andy refused to get on Brady's bike again. So, they walked. It wasn't so bad, save for the freezing temperature, it gave them time to breathe. However, as they got closer, Brady was able to spot Cowboy's golden hair in the distance. He hadn't told him but he was thankful that Cowboy was standing out of sight of The Little Café, and Brady's parents. Next to him, Andy started walking a bit slower, in breaks. "Don't worry," Brady whispered. "If at any point you change your mind, we can stop. Okay?" Andy simply nodded as they strolled along the sidewalk, not talking but also not stopping until Cowboy spotted them both, his golden hair shining with the sunrays over their heads, his smile was easy and his movements natural, Cowboy had always been a person to whom things come easy. "You must be Andy," he is smart and greets the young boy first. Cowboy doesn't bother to offer a handshake or even a hug, he simply nods and smiles. "Right?" "Yeah," the young boy replies, you'd think he is lost by the look of his eyes. "And you are...?" "His friend," Cowboy points with his chin at Brady. "Come on, let's get upstairs." Brady stays silent the entire time, he simply walks up the stairs, staring at Andy's and Cowboy's backs, hearing nothing but faint whispers of their chatter. Cowboy's clearly the one directing the conversation, and before they are all the way up, he manages to make Andy laugh. When Brady opens the door and lets them into his one-bedroom apartment, they are still engulfed in conversation. Brady remembered when he first found Cowboy on that hook-up app: how easy the conversation was, how much confidence he inspired. No surprise, Cowboy had always been good at lubing people up. "...at a Halloween Party," Cowboy was in the middle of saying. "He told me you dressed up as Ash Ketchum?" "Yeah, I did," Andy replied shyly. "That's so cool! I am a Pokemon fan." "You are?" Andy almost seemed surprised by that. "Heck yeah, I've never been much into sports so you can imagine that back in the day I spent my time playing the games. Sun, Moon, Sword, Shield, Violet, Scarlett, but of course nothing beats Red and Blue." As far as Brady was concerned, they were naming random stuff. Both of them had taken a sit on the bed while Brady observed them from his desk's chair. "I haven't played them all," Andy confessed. "But those that I have, I loved." "And with good reason," Cowboy moved his golden hair around. "Brady also told me you are a big reader and can sing too." "Yeah, although I only sing when I go caroling. I-- I am not so great doing things in front of an audience," Andy took a few seconds, his eyes on the floor. "Brady sure has told you a lot about me." The college boy looked worriedly at Cowboy but the golden haired boy didn't even flinch. "Well of course, all he does is talk about you, he is really into you, you know?" Both Andy and Cowboy turned towards Brady who could feel himself flushing. Damn, Cowboy sure would make a hell of a wingman. "What about you?" Andy asked then, a bit concerned. "What about me?" Cowboy repeated. "Oh, you want to know about me? Well, I am Brady's age, we both actually went to your highschool although the year before you entered --last year-- was our senior year. Brady went to college and I'm taking a break, not rushing into anything. Besides that, I am dating someone..." "You are?" Brady raised an eyebrow. He had no idea, did he really know that little about his friend? "Yeah, he's a... Well, he is a man, older, in his early forties, he has the most beautiful ocean-blue eyes you've ever seen. And don't worry, I am in an open relationship so I am allowed to be here. I actually told them about you. Besides that, I will probably start working with my uncle next summer, he owns a junkyard. I know, it sounds weird but there's surprisingly good money to be made and who doesn't like turning cars into little metal cubes?" Finally, Cowboy turned to Andy. "Now do you feel like you know me a bit better?" Andy nodded, a shy smile on his face. Cowboy's face lit up as he stood up and placed a hand on Brady's shoulder. "Well, now that we know each other... I take it neither of you have done this before? That's what I thought. It's okay, we can start slow and take it from there..." Brady stood up, facing Cowboy, letting their eyes enter into contact with each other, staring deep into the other's body. Sly, the college boy felt Cowboy's hand on his waist, pulling him closer. It was an odd but exciting, weirdly thrilling sensation of being about to kiss Cowboy when Andy was watching from the bed. Yet, before they could kiss, Brady turned to Brady only to find him making a grin as if he was worried or scared. "Perhaps I should start with you," Cowboy suggested and moved back to bed. Andy didn't move at all, didn't say a word. He stayed completely still as Cowboy sat on the bed in front of him, their faces and eyes were one right in front of the other, it was an unusual but surprising connection. Their hands were the first part of their bodies that came into contact, Cowboy delicately placing his palm over Andy's wrist, caressing him, his fingers dancing over his palm, holding his hand, then his arm. Every so often, Andy would look towards Brady almost as if asking for permission. "Relax," Cowboy offered, his hand reaching the young boy's cheeks, caressing him with slow, delicate motions until he started inching closer, and closer. Andy, without even noticing him himself, moved closer to. Their faces were four inches apart, three, two, one... As they kissed, Brady couldn't help but feel a sudden wave of fillings rush towards him, drowning him. The golden-haired boy was kissing the young fourteen year old, their lips dancing on each other's mouths. Brady felt a touch of anger, a subtle hint of jealousy, sprinkled with fury, flowing through his veins but, weirder still, he felt strangely aroused by the sight of his date kissing someone one. It felt wrong, guilty even but also morbidly compelling and addicting. It was almost as if you had been allowed to do something naughty, as if you were a toddler and your parents had just allowed you to draw with crayons on the walls. Brady was patient, so instead of immediately joining them he stood up and, as the other two boys kissed, he took a hold of Andy's shirt from behind and pulled it up and off the young boy's body, leaving him shirtless. Cowboy and Andy kept kissing as the first one unbuttoned his shirt and Brady took off Andy's shoes and socks, leaving him with nothing but his jeans and underwear, still hidden underneath. Cowboy, now shirtless, moved closer and closer towards Andy until their bodies were but inches away, each could feel the heat from the other's chest. Then, Cowboy pushed Andy until he was lying face up on top of the bed and with the movement of a finger, he motioned Brady closer. There was a naughty feeling of kissing someone else in front of the guy you are dating. Yeah, Brady had kissed Cowboy several times before, they had had sex many times before, but... to kiss with someone else there? To make out with Andy watching them? To know that, in a few minutes, he was going to have action not only with one but both of them? It felt like breaking all the rules while being allowed to do, it felt like jumping naked on a lake, like the time he jerked off in the middle of the lake with Nate, like taking a picture of Nate naked and sprinkled with cum with his family in the background. Why does being naughty felt so fucking good? Why did it make him so horny? As they broke their kiss, Cowboy took a hold of Andy's jeans and underwear before, with one single motion, pulling them towards his knees. It would be an understatement to say that Cowboy started drooling when he saw what Andy was packing. "Dear God, Brady..." Cowboy turned towards his friend. "You dirty fuck! You never told me you had won the lottery with Andy here!" The young boy turned all shades of red as the two older boys stared at his now completely, entirely, totally, exposed and naked body. "And you should feel it inside you," Brady bragged a bit. "Have you fucked him with that?" Cowboy asked and yeah, Brady knew Cowboy was partially putting on a show to make Andy feel more comfortable and confident, but it was true, Andy had the smoothest and biggest dick he had seen, especially for a fourteen year old because that dick was going to get even bigger with age. The two of them didn't wait, Cowboy immediately took the rest of his clothes off and pulled Andy over him, making out with the young boy as their naked bodies pressed together on Brady's bed. Brady had never seen someone else have sex in real life. He had seen friends kiss and make out, sure, but never two people, naked from head to toe, about to have sex in front of him. It was an unusual sight, extremely and somehow not real at the same time. Like a video in real time, a stage, a play, it was almost like watching a miracle happen. He could see all the lust, all the desire dripping from their bodies and into the bed. Brady moved closer and sat next to Andy and started making out with him. Man, the young boy was horny --it wasn't a soft, tender kiss but a hungry, lustful one, as if he was trying to devour him. Meanwhile, Cowboy took the opportunity to spread his legs and start lubing up both his hole and Andy's boner, getting ready for the action. Andy was trembling from the excitement, it was the first time a boy was touching his dick while another one kissed him. "Aim," Brady whispered into Andy's ear as he moved towards the young boy's back, hugging him from behind, holding Cowboy's legs apart. Andy, in between the two boys, felt Brady's clothed body behind and, for the first time, saw Cowboy completely naked before him, his legs pointing towards the sky. It was nature, pure instinct, and remembering how he had fucked Brady, Andy aimed his dick at Cowboy's hole and pushed. Surprisingly, it was far easier than it had been with Brady, Andy's dick entered easily. Slowly, the young boy pushed his boner deeper and deeper, inch by inch into Cowboy's end as he moaned and gasped for having such a big thing inside him. Then, for several seconds, Andy froze. "What do I do?" he whispered towards Brady. The college boy took a hold of Andy's hips and, licking his earlobe, said: "go slow at first, pull in and out of him. Not completely out. Go slow, it isn't a race." Andy, trembling again, tried to follow the instructions as he pulled his dick in and out of Cowboy's hole, the blond boy moaning louder and louder. Brady pushed Andy's hips slightly faster, and faster, rushing him, helping him fuck the older boy. He was helping his date fuck one of his friends. It was surreal, but it was also fucking hot. The young boy went faster, and faster, gaining both speed and confidence with each and every thrust. The college boy could only guess what Cowboy must've been feeling, being fucked by Andy's moster of a boner, a naked fourteen year old, while he was being watched by one of his friends... if Brady felt naughtly, then Cowboy must've been feeling like a really bad boy. Brady started kissing Andy's neck when a strange melody played in the air. It took him several seconds to realize he wasn't imagining it. "It's my phone," Andy moved quickly, swimming naked among the blankets towards the nightstand, picking his phone up and looking at the screen. "It's my parents! Shit! They are going to-- fuck, I'm dead, I'm dead, I--" for a second, Andy stopped and stared at the college boy. "Brady! Talk to them!" He said and handed him the phone. "What?! What am I going to say to-- "I don't know what to tell them!" Andy's breathing got louder, his eyes on the brink of tears. "Please!" "But I-- "They'll kill me if I don't answer!" And before he could take another second to think about it, the phone got answered and a female voice echoed through the speaker. Brady, Andy, and Cowboy stood petrified as statues. "Hello? Andy?" The female voice said. "Hey--" Brady said, his voice breaking. He blinked for a second before clearing his throat. "Hey there Mrs. Maasik, I am Brady, I am a friend of Andy." "Oh," the woman stood silent for a while, clearly not expecting a stranger to pick up. "Hey there Brady, is Andy there?" Brady briefly looked up at Andy, still in bed, still naked with panic written all over his face, still in statue-mode. Brady rolled his eyes, and sighed before forcing a smile. "No, he went to the bathroom," Brady offered, trying to sound as relaxed and cheerful as he could. "We are at a café. He just got up and left his phone on the table. Sorry for answering his phone but when I saw it was you who was calling I decided to pick up, you know, in case it was an emergency." There were a few seconds of silence before the woman spoke again. "How... thoughtful, thank you for answering Brady. How did you say you know my son again? He has never mentioned you." "He hasn't?" Brady looked up at Andy, his head raising like a rusty, old machine, his eyes deep and dark. The college boy was still smiling but it wasn't a happy smile anymore. "We know each other from school, but we actually met at last year's Halloween party," Brady quickly made up a story. It wasn't good for anyone if she believed he was a stranger hanging with her child. "I talked to him because his Pokemon costume was cool, and we've been talking ever since." "The Halloween party," that answer seemed to convince her, if not a lot, at least enough not to make her immediately panic. "Okay, please tell him to call me as soon as he gets back from the bathroom, please. Nice to meet you, Brady." "Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Maasik. And I'll tell him, he probably won't take longer than a minute now." "Thank you," the woman offered and hung up. All three of them stayed silent and motionless for several seconds. Brady could feel himself breath in the tension and exhale fire out of his nostrils. "Why the hell did you make me answer?" Brady placed his hands on his hips. "I don't know, I panicked." Andy stood up from the bed and stayed there, still, frozen. "She... she must want me to go back home." "Then you better get dressed," Cowboy suggested from bed. "Why did you make me answer?" Brady asked once more as the young boy hurriedly put his clothes back on, clumsily, almost afraid. "Why?" "I don't know," Andy put on his sneakers, his scarf and beanie. "Sorry, sorry I-- I don't know!" Brady looked down and mustered all he could find inside him to conjure a small smile, after which he walked towards Andy and together they walked towards the door. "It's okay, we'll talk about this later," Brady offered and, as if it was magic, Andy's phone rang once more. "Come on, you better go or they'll get worried." "I-- sorry," Andy looked up at Brady. The college boy conceded and quickly they gave each other a peck before waving their goodbyes. Brady could hear Andy answering his phone as he got down the stairs. Brady sighed before closing the door and staring at Cowboy, still in bed, still naked. "Man, that was the biggest cockblock, blue-balling I've ever seen."