The chatroom

Aaron honey oil and Caleb Dylan Thomas thought they had things figured out.

As they drunk from the cans of cheap Foster they had managed to buy with Aaron's faux ID earlier that good afternoon, and hit up some margin call of responsibility on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Hank Aaron's bedchamber, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquidity tasted bitter but they put on a brave expression in forepart of each early as they sipped from the metal stern - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearances, and for teenagers visual aspect were more than important. As they put the world to right wing over a brewing squad Deathmatch raging in the Southern Paxto, they let the day wash over them and decompress into the two-bucket seats in front of Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the bedroom window, which looked out across the park, the mizzle blew left and right miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flats above a pocket-sized retail block at the other side of meat of a sleepy bedroom village somewhere on the border of Manchester and he was just another typical fifteen yr old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two adolescent going through the parlous life of high-pitched school ; good looking, pass eyed with promiscuous grin. They had hair's-breadth moulded into stylus and they cared a bit too very much, taking a bit too long in a dawn, with their flavour. They wore labels ; Lacoste and Fred Commodore Perry, Lyle and Robert Falcon Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo honcho and they thought they understood liveliness and how it worked. They were the staring example of a reckless generation ; sexually charged and promiscuous and good looking and careless. They posted too many one-half naked pictures for daughter to slobber over, chased young lady who acted ten years older than they were and lived every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the girls they were fuckboys and to the gent they were just that ; lads.

Henry Louis Aaron took a deep mouthful, tasting the jaundice as it hit the spine of his pharynx. Moving from top, his digit danced across the pad as he switched to his slope arm and suck away some hapless fuck with a bivalent tap.

"You should see the material Ellie sends me on Snapchat,"he was saying to Caleb as the latter took a grenade to the face and cursed under his breath.

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Aaron said with a devilish grinning."Played a game of ‘ I'll show you mine if you show me yours'with her the other night."

Caleb died again, sniped by one of those camping fuckers somewhere outside the boundaries of shimmer and he turned to Aaron and inclined his head.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"Fucking yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Henry Louis Aaron shrugged."Course."

Caleb laughed and took a drink."And ?"he pressed.

"Amazing. Got her to flaunt me her tits early on. They're small but roll in the hay they look overnice. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some black leggings, and it took her a while to take them off. I had to cod her for a bit until she did. have sex me, man. She had on this fucking sozzled pair of garden pink knickerbockers that were well too small - I think she put them on on purpose. cocksucker, and then she took ‘ em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so compressed. Tried to get her to spread her lips but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so hard it was unreal. We stayed like that for a piece talking."

"What did you picture her ?"

"Started with my joggers, pulled down just so she could see my V, then took em'off so I was just my in boxers and she could see my bulge. Teased her for a bit with it, and then when she took off her knickers I took off my underdrawers and showed her the full thing."

Caleb was getting hard at the thought. He was beyond concentrating on the Playstation - especially with campers in play.

"You seen her since ?"

"Not yet. Not even sure what I'd do. screw, I'd probably try and fuck her right there and then. Her parents are away succeeding weekend so going to go round and make love her all weekend."

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a entrance hall waiting for the next map, a brace of geeks talking strategy on headsets. Hank Aaron took another potable. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Shirley Temple Black Recaro's his Dad bought him last Yuletide and thought about Ellie and her eubstance. He had come so hard that Night it felt like it was never going to end. He thought about their conversation, and about how she had said she had come too. He was led on his bed, shaft in one paw and hard to the degree of pain. On the screen of his cracked iPhone, held by the early, the ten-second paradigm of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her breadbasket down greeted him. Her delimitate tummy was tense with face, and below that was her naked sex, Mon shaved and just the kickoff of prickles across her otherwise virgin pelt. Her stage were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the beginning of moisture between her thigh gap. Each roll of his carpus moved the skin of his shaft up and down and each was greeted by the most sensory flavor. He turned his camera on and sent her one backrest, tool pointing to the Sun Myung Moon, hard and thick and his purple brain coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to realism at the sound of Caleb groaning at the change of map, he turned and asked,"what about you and that Beth chick ?"

"What about her ?"

"You seen her since… ?"

Caleb shrugged."Been to see her a couple of times. Parents never leave her for farseeing though so it's a bit hard."

"I bet it is,"Hank Aaron laughed."She's what though … like twelve ?"

"Nearly,"Caleb laughed."Bro, she's got the wet twat ever. Probably even mingy than Alice's."

"Fuck off. Not possible."

"I'm serious."

Aaron and Caleb had both been with Alice pier, and she had been the tightest either of them had had. She was a ballet dancer and into her run and her body was amazing. Tight and toned and perfectly defined. Aaron had taken her virginity one afternoon when his Nana was out and it was just him and Alice hanging out on the park. They were flirting openly and taking pictures and nearly kissed by the swing music until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Aaron's because the rainfall came and had found Nana's vodka feeding bottle. It took two each before they were all over each other and one more before they reached the sleeping accommodation. They must get fucked five or six times that good afternoon. She had been so besotted when he had penetrated her for the first prison term that Henry Louis Aaron was sure he was going to tear her apart."Henry Louis Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his distance into her tight, warm bitch and through the fragile film of her virginity, and he had to believe of every multiplication he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more girls than they could count, but even that experience nearly didn't help him. When he did finally turn over flood tide she had locked her stage around his back and pulled him so deep into her he reached a place he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so much of his seed that afternoon he was pretty sure he was empty for a week afterwards and had made sure enough she had gone on the pill. That lots seed was enough to make an integral fleet of girls pregnant and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under different consideration. They had both been drinking at a theater party one Saturday and they had slipped into a supererogatory bedroom on a dare. He had pleased her so much that dark that they had become friends with benefits for a while after. She now alternated between Aaron and Caleb - it was just sex.

Caleb continued."She hasn't even got hair yet. It's amazing. The number 1 time wasn't so good, she cried a bit and there was a bit of profligate, but now she's an amazing fuck."

Aaron raised his can."This is the fucking life."

"Second that, bro."


They downed Thomas More rear and played to a greater extent Playstation and at about six took a break to order pizza. Aaron's Nana had left them a XX on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the slicing and washed them down with beer, Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Hank Aaron shrugged."Fancy Omegle ?"he asked between mouthfuls."See which dirty bastard have their knobs out tonight."

Caleb laughed playfully disgusted."Can't wait."

Aaron grabbed another beer from the fridge and took the rest of the pizza back into the bedroom. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an legal action film about a CIA agent and a political science conspiracy and ate the rest period of the pizza and rummy.


imbibing soon overtook the pizza and the film became background noise - another let down after a promising premise. After two more than mouthfuls and another new can opened they decided on Omegle and switched off the Playstation.

Aaron loaded up his laptop, connected it up to the flatscreen and flummox his Xbox photographic camera on top of the TV. A few suction stop later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was strangers and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated section, and they sniggered as he accepted the warning of possible sexual content. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this scads of times before, sometimes they got some cute fille to talk to and flirt with and once had convinced some Polish girl to usher them all. Other metre they just saw slobbish, overweight fuckers with flyspeck pommel jacking off. As the world-class chat loaded, Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

"outset,"he said with a spark in his eye.

The first schmoose loaded and they looked at each early in disappointment. A young Asian kid, probably about twelve, with ice too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward pulsation as they looked at the screen, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his hand and started to wave. Another pulse past, and Caleb raised his can and Hank Aaron laughed hard and hit the relief valve key and moved to a different schmoose.

"No knobs,"he said.

"Just a node,"Caleb laughed back.

The second chat was initially more than promising. A Thomas Young daughter was smiling back at them, brunette whisker hanging over her unexpended shoulder and a jolly face filling the screen. The screen told them that"stranger is typing"but half way through the projection screen froze and the chat disconnected.

Failure followed on the next few chat, and the fundament were going down quicker.

"bull,"Caleb said,"at this pace we're going to be the dirty bastards with our knobs out."

Henry Louis Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his evacuate one at him as he rose, and he disappeared with a stagger."discovery another New World chat,"he called back from the kitchen.

As Caleb loaded up another chat, and another bus of failure - a fat balding man with dinner still on his shirt - Aaron returned and tossed back a full can. Caleb cracked it and changed New World chat.

"Where the ass is everyone ?"Aaron asked as they moved through a couple more screens.

"piece of tail knows. All we can attract is fucking barefaced men."

Aaron took a deglutition and laughed."Can't even get a dick,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more than rooms and a few more drinks, Hank Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

Caleb took a drinking."Should we --"he asked back,"what ?"

"Get our knobs out ?"

Caleb laughed but Henry Louis Aaron was deadly serious. The spirits made him laugh even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Aaron nodded."shtup it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you desire ?"

Another covert, another Weird looking man with glasses.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drink and thought. Aaron watched him.

"fuck it."


For a few moments there was muteness. The two son just form of looked at each early, the"connection lost"screen on the television system keeping their tete a tete private. Between them their eyes dared each early into going first. Caleb took another drinkable and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the spirits, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his blue jean and pulled down the fly so that the melanize cotton wool of his boxer shorts was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the cerebration and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to match his relocation. Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his tightfitting jeans until they dropped at his ankle joint and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American English Apparel boxers housing a protrusion he could see was semi grown. Aaron followed Caleb's eye, and then looked back up at him, still with his gasp up.

"indigence me to do that for you,"he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb's denim until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each former again for a second, and then Aaron said they should get down to business and he walked over to the TV and adjusted the television camera so that it was pointing further down. He said it was so that their faces weren't shown when they started. No point risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro's closer to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

"On three ?"Caleb said, hooking his fingerbreadth into the sash of his boxer.

"Three,"Aaron said, dropping his underwear and kicking them off. For a second he stood there, naked from the shank down and Caleb admired what his well booster was packing. Below the toned chest, which sloped into a outlined V from his pelvis, he was trailer truck hard, embrown pubic haircloth sprouting over the top of a nice looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Henry Louis Aaron was about six inches fully hard, and he made sure enough to see him over before dropping his own boxers. Caleb was slightly bragging, and slightly harder. The purple tip of his fellow member peeked out from under his prepuce. Hank Aaron returned the scrutiny and then he made a ‘ not bad'face as he looked him over. They both grew a short harder. It was nothing knew to either of them, they had seen each other naked onus of fourth dimension. They regularly showered together and undressed in battlefront of each former before and after football game practice. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly drunk and sexually unrestrained and this was a new feeling. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his putz, with a different sort of tone than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay thoughts, but this was something new to both of them. Aaron picked up his can and handed Caleb his. They brought the two together, took a drink and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt sang-froid against their bare seat but they seldom noticed.

Aaron loaded up a new chatroom and they drank and waited.

There was an air of exhilaration about being sat half in the nude with each other. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and slip glances of each other when they thought the former wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a playlist on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatroom of geek in glasses and fat, overweight deviant and they drank more and cursed at the lack of activity. Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of young son in glassful who looked about ten and told them to eff off back to their flake television on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and knack over in front line of the tv camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a wide-cut moon like that before.


Chatrooms passed and each one became the like, bored mundane face on a different body. They were all the fat old man or the geek Kid and Caleb was getting bored at the never-ending inactivity, and he leaned back into the chair and let the euphony and the beer washables over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a sang-froid air passed over his naked low-pitched half and he realised he wasn't just rummy, but he was feeling pretty fucking good too. He reached down, curled his helping hand around his shaft and gave it a roller, moving his bridge player slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his lips and he relaxed further into the chair, slowly rolling his bridge player up and down his slowly engorging member. Henry Louis Aaron caught him in the corner of his eye and he watched for a couple of seconds, finding his own prick, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the pleasance laundry over him as he worked his hand up and down his irradiation. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling great, and Aaron agreed and started talking about Ellie and what he wanted to do to her. Caleb moaned in agreement as Henry Louis Aaron talked of his hunger for her stiff snatch and Caleb said he wanted Beth's tight short cunt on him right that mo and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his top dog.

Caleb then stuck his head back into the chair and groaned hard."Fuck ! This look so good."

"Wish there was someone else here to do this though,"Aaron said as he finished his can. He grabbed another from the side and popped the top and took another big drink.

"They say if you use your other hand…"Caleb started.

"You know that is bullshit,"Henry Louis Aaron laughed.

"Use mine then,"Caleb joked as he finished his own can and told Aaron to authorize him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few seconds. Caleb opened his eyes and turned to see what Henry Louis Aaron was doing. His hand had stopped and he was thinking. Then, after a few seconds, he turned to Caleb and said"well, go for it then."

Caleb then thought and then his mitt stopped too.


He reached out initially provisional, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the scuttlebutt of"fucking faggot"or something akin as Henry Louis Aaron laughed it off but no such manus came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his paw around the warm, thick, throbbing rotating shaft as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt different to his own, and as his hand became habituate to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a small bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's stopcock was grueling and smooth and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the thick-skulled purpleness head down to the full, hirsute balls, he heard Henry Louis Aaron's breath changing and he looked up from his handicraft to see his eyes pressed closed and his mouth slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own Ball wanted Aaron to strive out and do the Same to him. With one hand still moving slowly up and down his own peter, rolling his fingers from base to tip, his other manus explored Aaron. The head appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting more. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the surface, could see the veins straining and suddenly he was looking at Henry Louis Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the booze but in the moment he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his optic and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Saturday evening marred by alcohol, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Aaron's hand came over the chair, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Aaron's hand was on Caleb's prick and Caleb inhaled sharply. Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few bit they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each other, exploring each other, arms moving in tandem.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an spare couple of beats to register what Hank Aaron said next."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his manus was released from around Caleb's cock and his top was off and Aaron was sat there, naked and looking directly at Caleb."I'm life-threatening. Fucking cum on me."He worked on himself again as Caleb stood up. Aaron opened his legs and Caleb stood between them, rolling from tip to shaft until his legs started shaking and an irrepressible urge filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"fuck !"and he was blasting two, three, four massive rophy of cum over Aaron, over his chest and his nerve and his breakwater and Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum.


It was inherent aptitude that took over but Caleb sunk to his articulatio genus, between Henry Louis Aaron's branch and he took back ascendance over Aaron's putz and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his mouth. Even if Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt warm and laborious and it was throbbing and knowing little, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to flick the electrocution helmet with his tongue, moving his handwriting up and down and then he was bobbing and Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to intercept. A hand came onto the back of his head, a solid paw and Aaron was tensing and then lasso after rope of thick, hot semen was plastering the back of Caleb's pharynx. He swallowed what he could but the military group and the inexperience took over and he was coughing and choking and his eyes were running as this hot, salty liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his human face too and then it was done and Henry Louis Aaron was panting in the professorship and Caleb kind of burst forward, not on Henry Louis Aaron, but hovering just in front of him, supported by the batwings on the chair.


They were in the kitchen in just their boxers getting more beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the bathroom to scavenge up they were now stood facing each early, exhausted and yet More satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a boozing and then opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Henry Louis Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

And then they were looking at each early, two good looking teenage boy, and processing what they had just done and what had just happened. They drunk in secrecy.

"I mean,"Caleb said after a prolonged beat,"that heartbeat looking at pommel on Omegle."

"For sure. That beats a lot of things."

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Henry Louis Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could tell you how the outer space had lessened between them. The booze was easy. thing were woozy. A good woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

"Next expert thing when there's no girls around ?"

"Don't motivation miss to cum. Obviously."

Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the blank what happened next could not be recounted with any accuracy but they were kissing in the kitchen, delicately at first as if the other was in fact a miss. Their lips explored delicately and then as the state of affairs took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the mouthful of common salt still In Caleb's sassing, entered the equation and now they were back in the sleeping room and the boxers were being kicked off and they were on the bed and Aaron was on top.

Caleb's bridge player were around him, touching him, feeling the heat and the effort on Aaron's consistence and then it was down at his firm ass and between his cheeks and the desire between each of their peg burned with lustfulness. Aaron reached over into the night table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their center met for a indorsement, as if that was the chance for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit agreement and then Henry Louis Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lube up and down his shaft.

He told Caleb to get up and deflect over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all quatern and he leaned forward so that his face was on the pillow and his taut little ass was in the air and Henry Louis Aaron took some to a greater extent of the lube and began to research Caleb's sloshed pinko rosebud. Caleb shivered as Aaron smeared the mix around the entryway, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a finger inside. He was mingy. Tighter than any twat he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the Virgin hole with his finger, Caleb moaned and Hank Aaron's prick throbbed. Applying a slight bit more to the royal head of his cock, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's Virgo asshole and he shivered at the contact. He asked Caleb if he was cook and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial electric resistance but it proved futile and as the tip of Aaron's prick entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a touch sensation of pain sensation and delight, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing headland of his extremity penetrated Caleb, who moaned out one-half in pain and half in lust. His sphincter was warmly and fast and as Aaron flexed his pelvic arch again, dipping deeper inside, he felt an intense pleasure laundry over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern abandon and aching.

Hank Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his conquest delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hips in an attack to take more of Aaron inside him. He groaned hard and loud as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his hired hand clawing at Caleb's back as the tightfistedness compressed against his sensitive, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the Sami teasing two-inch fuck until he could tease no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's tight aching asshole and his body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was assuage as he gathered beat, and then he picked up his pace and he started to eff Caleb like he fucked those girls he liked to twist over on his very bed. But this wasn't like Aimee or Katie. It wasn't a pussy he was slamming into, it was something tighter and Sir Thomas More delicate and more pleasurable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his balls slapping against the penetrated ass and resting against Caleb's naked cutis. And then he was fucking him, and Caleb was clawing at the bedsheets as Aaron stroked hard, each thrust sending a wave of pain and pleasure the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, manus of Caleb's hips and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the blue thwack of Caleb's asshole and then he felt what he so longed for, and Aaron tensed up and he screamed out that he was going to cum and then it happened - he released intemperately and current after stream of pent up, oily semen burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing member and suddenly his asshole was full and he yelled out in culmination, Caleb's boldness deep in the bedsheets and Aaron behind him, still inside and on top of him, drained and releasing the message of an orgasm that threatened to call on him inside out.


They didn't speak for a while after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking plaster of Paris of the roof and he chased conformation that looked like dragons as Henry Louis Aaron's seed trickled out from inside him. Henry Louis Aaron was adjacent to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more satisfied than he ever had with a girlfriend and as the inebriant made the shapes move he turned to Aaron.

"Never fucked like that,"Aaron said, not breaking eye contact with the cap but sensing Caleb's eyes on him. Caleb laughed and looked down his au naturel body to the putz still glistening with their sex and the body he had never really looked at and he felt hard again, his cock engorging at the sight.

"I've never had an orgasm so hard without cumming,'he said.

He leant down, delicately kissing the rising and falling chest of Aaron, the salty sweat on his skin warm in his oral cavity. He traced it down and then took Aaron's prick in his mitt. He teased the tip for a few endorsement until life sentence started to bound back and then he met Aaron's gaze.

"I'm spent,"Aaron laughed and Caleb smiled and picked up the discarded tub of lubricating substance.

"Good. My turning,"he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his worst.


It was good morning when they woke, naked and side by side on the semen covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their bearings and then as the memories of last dark came back to them they agreed they would never mouth about it again."For the best,"they said.

Aaron wasn't even half way across the room before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were face to face. Still raw, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his hand roamed down to the engorged phallus stood alert and longing.

Aaron smiled."Wondered how long that would accept you,"he laughed.

"Shower ?"Caleb smiled and Aaron's cock twitched .