The Chatroom

Henry Louis Aaron Green and Caleb Thomas thought they had things figured out.

As they drunk from the cans of tawdry Fosters they had managed to buy with Aaron's fake ID earlier that afternoon, and hit up some shout of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's sleeping room, they were the characterization of contentment. The syrupy liquid state tasted bitter but they put on a brave human face in front of each former as they sipped from the metal cans - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearances, and for adolescent appearance were More than important. As they put the world to rights over a brewing squad Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day wash drawing over them and relaxed into the two-bucket nates in front line of Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the sleeping accommodation windowpane, which looked out across the parkland, the drizzle blew left and right on miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flats above a small retail pulley block at the early side of a sleepy bedroom small town somewhere on the edge of Manchester and he was just another distinctive 15 yr old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teenager going through the parlous life of high school day ; upright looking, clear eyed with easy smiles. They had whisker moulded into manner and they cared a bit too a great deal, taking a bit too long in a morning, with their looking. They wore recording label ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Victor Hugo gaffer and they thought they understood lifetime and how it worked. They were the consummate example of a rash coevals ; sexually charged and promiscuous and good looking and careless. They posted too many half bare pictures for daughter to slobber over, chased girls who acted ten years older than they were and lived every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the lady friend they were fuckboys and to the lads they were just that ; lads.

Henry Louis Aaron took a inscrutable mouthful, tasting the bitterness as it hit the backbone of his throat. Moving from cover, his fingers danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and drift away some wretched fuck with a two-fold tap.

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

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

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

Caleb died again, sniped by one of those camping fuckers somewhere outside the boundary of period of play and he turned to Hank Aaron and inclined his brain.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"nookie yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to scoot me her tit early on. They're small-scale but fuck they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. Her consistence is so stringent, by the way. She had on some bleak leging, and it took her a spell to take them off. I had to tease apart her for a bit until she did. fuck me, man. She had on this fucking tight pair of pink knickers that were well too small - I think she put them on on purpose. Shit, and then she took ‘ em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so tight. Tried to get her to unfold her mouth but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so laborious it was unreal. We stayed like that for a spell talking."

"What did you point 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 boxers and showed her the wax thing."

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

"You seen her since ?"

"Not yet. Not even indisputable what I'd do. Fuck, I'd probably try and fuck her right there and then. Her parents are away next weekend so going to go troll and bonk her all weekend."

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a antechamber waiting for the next map, a couple of eccentric talking strategy on headsets. Henry Louis Aaron took another crapulence. He relaxed back into one of the Red and blackness Recaro's his Dad bought him last Christmas Day and thought about Ellie and her dead body. He had come so hard that Nox 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 bridge player and hard to the point of pain. On the screen of his buggy iPhone, held by the former, the ten-second epitome of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her determine stomach was strain with nerves, and below that was her nude sex, mons shaved and just the beginnings of prickles across her otherwise virgin skin. Her stage were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the outset of wet between her thigh gap. Each roll of his carpus moved the peel of his beam of light up and down and each was greeted by the most sensory feeling. He turned his photographic camera on and sent her one cover, shaft pointing to the moon, hard and fatheaded and his empurpled head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to realness at the sound of Caleb groaning at the modification 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 mates of sentence. Parents never leave her for farsighted though so it's a bit hard."

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

"Nearly,"Caleb laughed."Bro, she's got the tightest snatch ever. Probably even crocked 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 running play 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 swings until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Henry Louis Aaron's because the rainfall came and had found Nana's vodka bottle. It took two each before they were all over each other and one More before they reached the bedroom. They must have fucked five or six clock time that afternoon. She had been so tight when he had penetrated her for the first sentence that Hank Aaron was sure he was going to tear her apart."Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, warm cunt and through the fragile film of her virginity, and he had to think of every generation he could to discontinue himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more girlfriend than they could count, but even that experience nearly didn't service him. When he did finally reach climax she had locked her legs 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 very much of his seed that good afternoon he was pretty sure he was empty-bellied for a week afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the tablet. That much germ was enough to clear an entire fleet of girls pregnant and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under different context. They had both been drinking at a house party one Saturday and they had slipped into a spare bedroom on a daring. He had pleased her so much that night that they had become Quaker with welfare 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 first clock time wasn't so dependable, she cried a bit and there was a bit of rake, but now she's an awesome fuck."

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

"Second that, bro."


They downed more throne and played more than Playstation and at about six took a break to order of magnitude pizza. Hank Aaron's Nana had left them a twenty dollar bill on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the slice and washed them down with beer, Hank Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Hank Aaron shrugged."fantasy Omegle ?"he asked between mouthful."See which dirty bastards 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 sleeping room. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an Action picture about a CIA agent and a governing cabal and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk.


Drinking soon overtook the pizza and the plastic film became background haphazardness - another let down after a foretell premise. After two More mouthfuls and another new can opened they decided on Omegle and switched off the Playstation.

Aaron loaded up his laptop computer, connected it up to the flatscreen and bewilder his Xbox tv camera on top of the TV. A few pawl later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was strangers and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated surgical incision, 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 cargo of times before, sometimes they got some cunning girls to let the cat out of the bag to and flirt with and once had convinced some gloss girl to show them all. early times they just saw slobbish, corpulence fuckers with bantam knobs jacking off. As the first chat loaded, Hank Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

"Showtime,"he said with a light in his eye.

The first schmoose loaded and they looked at each former in disappointment. A young Asian kid, probably about dozen, with glasses too big for his typeface, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward beat as they looked at the screen, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his manus and started to wave. Another beat yesteryear, and Caleb raised his can and Aaron laughed hard and hit the escape key and moved to a different chat.

"No knob,"he said.

"Just a knob,"Caleb laughed back.

The second chat was initially more than promising. A Lester Willis Young lady friend was smiling back at them, brunette whisker hanging over her left shoulder and a pretty face filling the screen. The filmdom told them that"alien is typing"but half way through the filmdom froze and the chat disconnected.

Failure followed on the next few confab, and the cans were going down quicker.

"Shit,"Caleb said,"at this rate we're going to be the sordid illegitimate child with our knob out."

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

As Caleb loaded up another schmooze, and another heap of bankruptcy - a fat balding man with dinner party still on his shirt - Aaron returned and tossed back a full can. Caleb cracked it and changed chat.

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

"Fuck knows. All we can appeal is fucking bald men."

Henry Louis Aaron took a drinkable and laughed."Can't even get a peter,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more than rooms and a few Sir Thomas More swallow, Henry Louis Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our pommel out ?"

Caleb laughed but Aaron was deadly serious. The strong drink made him laugh even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Hank Aaron nodded."fucking it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another screen, another Wyrd looking man with specs.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a deglutition and sentiment. Aaron watched him.

"nooky it."


For a few moments there was silence. The two boys just kind of looked at each other, the"connection lost"screen on the television keeping their tete a tete common soldier. Between them their heart dared each other into going first. Caleb took another drink and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the hard liquor, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his blue jean and pulled down the fly so that the black cotton plant of his boxer boxers was seeable in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the thinking and he stood, waiting, for Hank Aaron to match his relocation. Aaron took another deglutition before standing and matching Caleb in his commencement of undress. Fly down, he started to revolve down his skinny blue jean until they dropped at his ankles and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American language Apparel pugilist housing a bulge he could see was rig grown. Henry Louis Aaron followed Caleb's eyes, and then looked back up at him, still with his knickers up.

"Need me to do that for you,"he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb's jean until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each other again for a second, and then Hank Aaron said they should get down to business and he walked over to the TV and adjusted the camera so that it was pointing further down. He said it was so that their faces weren't shown when they started. No decimal 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 waist down and Caleb admired what his best booster was packing. Below the toned chest, which sloped into a specify V from his pelvis, he was semi hard, brown pubic hair sprouting over the top of a nice looking, smooth barb. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six in fully hard, and he made sure to look him over before dropping his own bagger. Caleb was slightly bigger, and slightly harder. The purple tip of his member peeked out from under his foreskin. Aaron returned the interrogation and then he made a ‘ not bad'expression as he looked him over. They both grew a little harder. It was nothing knew to either of them, they had seen each early naked loads of times. They regularly showered together and discase in front man of each other before and after football praxis. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly rummy and sexually excited and this was a new feeling. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his SOB, with a different sorting of spirit 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 crapulence and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt aplomb against their nude seat but they seldom noticed.

Aaron loaded up a new chat room and they drank and waited.

There was an air of exhilaration about being sat half in the nude with each former. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and stole glances of each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a playlist on in the scope and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatroom of eccentric in glasses and fat, overweight perverts and they drank more and cursed at the lack of natural action. Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of vernal boys in glass who looked about ten and told them to fuck off back to their geek videos on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front of the camera and told the son he bet they'd never seen a broad moon like that before.


chat room passed and each one became the same, bored routine face on a different consistency. They were all the fat old man or the geek minor and Caleb was getting bored at the constant inaction, and he leaned back into the chair and let the medicine and the beer wash over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a cool snap passed over his bare lower half and he realised he wasn't just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking ripe too. He reached down, curled his bridge player around his shaft and gave it a scroll, moving his helping hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his lips and he relaxed further into the death chair, slowly rolling his helping hand up and down his slowly engorging member. 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 pleasure slipstream over him as he worked his mitt up and down his shaft. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling bang-up, and Aaron agreed and started talking about Ellie and what he wanted to do to her. Caleb moaned in understanding as Aaron talked of his hungriness for her tight slit and Caleb said he wanted Beth's loaded little bitch on him right that second and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his head.

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

"Wish there was somebody else here to do this though,"Hank 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 former hand…"Caleb started.

"You know that is bullshit,"Aaron laughed.

"Use mine then,"Caleb joked as he finished his own can and recite Aaron to pass him one. Henry Louis Aaron did, and was silent for a few bit. Caleb opened his eyes and turned to see what Aaron was doing. His hired man 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 hand stopped too.


He reached out initially provisionary, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the comment of"fucking queer"or something akin as Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his hand around the warm, thick, throbbing shaft as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt dissimilar to his own, and as his mitt became habituate to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a petty bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Hank Aaron's cock was hard and fluent and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the buddy-buddy purple head down to the full, hairy balls, he heard Aaron's breath changing and he looked up from his handiwork to see his eyes pressed closed and his sassing slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own balls wanted Hank Aaron to reach out and do the Lapp to him. With one hired man still moving slowly up and down his own tool, rolling his fingers from fundament to tip, his former hand explored Aaron. The caput appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting Sir Thomas More. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the Earth's surface, could see the veins straining and suddenly he was looking at Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the hard drink but in the second he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Sat eventide marred by inebriant, 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 script was on Caleb's scratch and Caleb inhaled sharply. Hank Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few instant they just sat there, crapulence and pleasuring each former, exploring each early, arms moving in tandem.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an extra couple of beats to register what Aaron said adjacent."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his hand was released from around Caleb's cock and his top was off and Hank Aaron was sat there, naked and looking directly at Caleb."I'm serious. Fucking cum on me."He worked on himself again as Caleb stood up. Aaron opened his branch and Caleb stood between them, rolling from tip to chicane until his ramification started shaking and an uncontrollable itch filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"piece of tail !"and he was blasting two, three, four massive ropes of cum over Aaron, over his chest and his face and his groin and Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum.


It was instinct that took over but Caleb sunk to his knees, between Hank Aaron's legs and he took back ascendence over Aaron's shaft and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his mouth. Even if Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt warm and hard and it was throbbing and knowing little, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to flicker the burning at the stake helmet with his lingua, moving his hand up and down and then he was bobbing and Hank Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A paw came onto the back of his head, a strong bridge player and Aaron was tensing and then rope after forget me drug of thick, hot semen was plastering the rear of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the force out and the rawness took over and he was coughing and choking and his eyes were running as this hot, piquant liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his face too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the chair and Caleb kind of crumple 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 pugilist getting more than beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the privy to houseclean up they were now brook facing each other, exhausted and yet more satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his mouthpiece to address and then closed it again. Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

And then they were looking at each other, two adept looking teenage boys, and processing what they had just done and what had just happened. They drunk in quiet.

"I mean,"Caleb said after a prolonged measure,"that beats looking at knobs on Omegle."

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

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could say you how the place had lessened between them. The booze was light. Things were woozy. A honorable woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

"Next best affair when there's no girls around ?"

"Don't need girlfriend to cum. Obviously."

Hank Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the space what happened next could not be recounted with any truth but they were kissing in the kitchen, delicately at first as if the other was in fact a lady friend. Their lips explored delicately and then as the situation took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then spit with the taste of saltiness still In Caleb's oral cavity, entered the equation and now they were back in the bedroom and the shorts were being kicked off and they were on the bed and Hank Aaron was on top.

Caleb's hands were around him, touching him, feeling the heat and the lather on Hank Aaron's body and then it was down at his firm ass and between his nerve and the desire between each of their legs burned with lecherousness. Hank Aaron reached over into the nighttime table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their heart met for a second, as if that was the chance for any expostulation but Caleb just looked back and gave silent agreement and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricating substance up and down his peter.

He told Caleb to get up and twist over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all four and he leaned forward so that his face was on the pillow and his tight little ass was in the air and Aaron took some more of the lube and began to research Caleb's tight pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Henry Louis Aaron smeared the mixture around the entering, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a finger's breadth inside. He was fast. blotto than any snatch he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin cakehole with his finger, Caleb moaned and Aaron's prick throbbed. Applying a petty bit more to the royal headway of his rooster, Hank Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's virgin motherfucker and he shivered at the contact. He asked Caleb if he was ready and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial resistance but it proved futile and as the tip of Aaron's cock entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a tactile sensation of hurting and pleasure, something he couldn't quite explain. Henry Louis Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing head of his phallus penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain and half in lustfulness. His sphincter was warm and fuddled and as Aaron flexed his hips again, dipping cryptic inside, he felt an intense delight washing over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern evacuate and aching.

Henry Louis Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his subjection delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his rosehip in an try to accept more than of Hank Aaron inside him. He groaned hard and gaudy as his steaming arse was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his hands clawing at Caleb's back as the tightness compressed against his sensitive, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the same teasing two-inch ass until he could tease no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's sloshed aching prick and his body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was gentle as he gathered rhythm, and then he picked up his pace and he started to bed Caleb like he fucked those daughter he liked to bend over on his very bed. But this wasn't like Aimee or Katie. It wasn't a slit he was slamming into, it was something tighter and more delicate and more enjoyable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his balls slapping against the penetrated ass and resting against Caleb's naked skin. And then he was fucking him, and Caleb was clawing at the bedsheets as Aaron stroked hard, each thrust sending a wave of annoyance and pleasure the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage consistency. He was moaning hard, hired man of Caleb's hips and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the patrician 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 arduous and watercourse after current of pent up, oily seminal fluid burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing penis and suddenly his asshole was full and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's facial expression oceanic abyss in the bedsheets and Aaron behind him, still inside and on top of him, drained and releasing the table of contents of an orgasm that threatened to turn him inside out.


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

"Never fucked like that,"Aaron said, not breaking eye contact with the roof but sensing Caleb's eyes on him. Caleb laughed and looked down his naked consistency to the tool still glistening with their sex and the torso he had never really looked at and he felt hard again, his shaft engorging at the ken.

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

He leant down, delicately kissing the uprising and falling pectus of Aaron, the salty sweat on his skin warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Hank Aaron's cock in his paw. He teased the tip for a few seconds until sprightliness started to reverberate back and then he met Aaron's regard.

"I'm spent,"Henry Louis Aaron laughed and Caleb smiled and picked up the discard tub of lube.

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


It was break of day when they woke, naked and side by English on the semen covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their charge and then as the retention of last nighttime came back to them they agreed they would never babble about it again."For the upright,"they said.

Hank Aaron wasn't even half way across the room before Caleb reached him, his paw coming around and turning him back so they were face to face. Still naked, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his deal roamed down to the engorged penis stood awake and longing.

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

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