The Chatroom

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

As they drunk from the potty of cheap Foster they had managed to buy with Aaron's role player ID earlier that afternoon, and hit up some shout of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's bedroom, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a gay face in front of each other as they sipped from the metallic can buoy - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearances, and for teen appearances were more than significant. As they put the earthly concern to rights over a brewing team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghanistani, they let the day wash drawing over them and slacken into the two-bucket seats in nominal head 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 rightfulness miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flats above a pocket-size retail block at the early English of a sleepy bedroom hamlet somewhere on the sharpness of Manchester and he was just another typical fifteen year old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teenagers going through the perilous life of high school ; good looking, clear eyed with well-situated grin. They had hair's-breadth moulded into panache and they cared a bit too much, taking a bit too long in a morn, with their facial expression. They wore label ; Lacoste and Fred Ralph Barton Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Victor Hugo chief and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect example of a heady generation ; sexually charged and promiscuous and good looking and careless. They posted too many one-half naked film for lady friend to drool over, chase girl who acted ten old age onetime than they were and lived every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the girls they were fuckboys and to the sonny they were just that ; lads.

Aaron took a deep mouthful, tasting the bitterness as it hit the back of his pharynx. Moving from screening, his finger's breadth danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and blew away some miserable fuck with a double tap.

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

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Aaron said with a devilish smiling."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 bounds of dramatic play and he turned to Hank Aaron and inclined his head.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"Fucking yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to shoot me her tits early on. They're belittled but fuck they look skillful. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. Her body is so fuddled, by the way. She had on some Black leg covering, and it took her a spell to adopt them off. I had to tease her for a bit until she did. bonk me, man. She had on this fucking tight pair of pink knickers that were well too humble - I think she put them on on design. bastard, and then she took ‘ em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so blotto. Tried to get her to spread her lips but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so unvoiced it was artificial. We stayed like that for a while talking."

"What did you show her ?"

"Started with my joggers, pulled down just so she could see my V, then took em'off so I was just my in boxershorts and she could see my protuberance. Teased her for a bit with it, and then when she took off her knickers I took off my boxers 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 surely what I'd do. Fuck, I'd probably try and fuck her right there and then. Her parents are away adjacent weekend so going to go round and fuck her all weekend."

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a lobby waiting for the following map, a couple of geeks talking strategy on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him last Christmas and thought about Ellie and her dead body. He had come so intemperately 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 hired hand and hard to the distributor point of pain. On the filmdom of his snap iPhone, held by the former, the ten-second persona of Ellie bearer, naked from the top of her breadbasket down greeted him. Her outlined abdomen was tense with nerves, and below that was her naked sex, Monday shaved and just the beginnings of prickles across her otherwise virgin skin. Her ramification were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the beginning of moisture between her thigh gap. Each ringlet of his articulatio radiocarpea moved the skin of his ray of light up and down and each was greeted by the most sensory feeling. He turned his camera on and sent her one back, shaft pointing to the moon, hard and slurred and his purple head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to world 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 couple of times. Parents never leave her for farseeing though so it's a bit hard."

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

"Nearly,"Caleb laughed."Bro, she's got the crocked puss ever. Probably even slopped than Alice's."

"fucking 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 concert dance dancer and into her running and her consistency 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 parking lot. They were flirting openly and taking motion picture and nearly kissed by the swings until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Aaron's because the rain came and had found Nana's vodka bottle. It took two each before they were all over each other and one Thomas More before they reached the bedroom. They must have fucked five or six multiplication that good afternoon. She had been so close when he had penetrated her for the first prison term that Aaron was trusted he was going to tear her apart."Henry Louis Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, quick cunt and through the fragile photographic film of her virginity, and he had to reckon of every generation he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Hank Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were xiv, 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 reach climax she had locked her legs around his spine and pulled him so deep into her he reached a shoes he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so much of his seed that good afternoon he was pretty for sure he was empty for a week afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the pill. That a good deal germ was enough to make an entire fleet of girls pregnant and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under unlike circumstances. They had both been drinking at a home party one Sat and they had slipped into a spare chamber on a dare. He had pleased her so much that night that they had become friends with welfare for a spell 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 offset time wasn't so full, she cried a bit and there was a bit of rip, but now she's an amazing fuck."

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

"Second that, bro."


They downed more stern and played to a greater extent Playstation and at about six took a gap to order pizza. Hank Aaron's Nana had left them a twenty on the counter 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 taste."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 pie back into the sleeping room. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an Action picture about a CIA agentive role and a Government cabal and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk.


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

Hank Aaron loaded up his laptop, connected it up to the flatscreen and stuck his Xbox photographic camera on top of the TV. A few click later and Omegle was up. chatroom were fun, especially when it was stranger and Hank Aaron navigated to the unmoderated division, and they sniggered as he accepted the monition of possible intimate depicted object. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this consignment of times before, sometimes they got some precious miss to talk to and coquette with and once had convinced some polish missy to shew them all. Other times they just saw slobbish, overweight fuckers with tiny pommel jacking off. As the first confabulation loaded, Aaron took his receiving set keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

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

The first chat loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. Asian kid, probably about twelve, with glasses too big for his brass, 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 one-half smiled and raised his hired man and started to flap. Another beat past times, and Caleb raised his can and Henry Louis Aaron laughed surd and hit the safety valve key and moved to a different chat.

"No boss,"he said.

"Just a node,"Caleb laughed back.

The second base chat was initially more hopeful. A Pres Young girl was smiling back at them, brunette tomentum hanging over her left berm and a pretty brass filling the covert. The blind told them that"unknown is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected.

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

"shit,"Caleb said,"at this charge per unit we're going to be the bemire bastards with our knobs out."

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

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

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

"Fuck knows. All we can draw in is fucking bald men."

Aaron took a drink and laughed."Can't even get a dick,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more room and a few More drunkenness, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our pommel out ?"

Caleb laughed but Hank Aaron was deadly good. The booze made him laugh even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Aaron nodded."Fuck it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another silver screen, another Weird looking man with shabu.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drink and intellection. Aaron watched him.

"Fuck it."


For a few moments there was quiet. The two boys just sort of looked at each other, the"connector lost"screen on the television keeping their tete a tete common soldier. Between them their optic dared each other into going first. Caleb took another drink and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the booze, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the fly so that the black cotton of his boxer shorts was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the thought and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to jibe his moves. Hank Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his rootage of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his boney blue jean until they dropped at his mortise joint and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American language Apparel boxers housing a hump he could see was semifinal grown. Aaron followed Caleb's heart, and then looked back up at him, still with his pants up.

"Need me to do that for you,"he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb's jeans until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each other again for a second base, and then Aaron said they should get down to business organisation and he walked over to the TV and adjusted the tv 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 cheeseparing to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

"On three ?"Caleb said, hooking his fingers into the girdle of his boxer.

"Three,"Aaron said, dropping his underclothes and kicking them off. For a bit he stood there, naked from the waistline down and Caleb admired what his best friend was packing. Below the inflect bureau, which sloped into a defined V from his pelvis, he was rig hard, Robert Brown pubic pilus sprouting over the top of a dainty looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six column inch fully hard, and he made sure to see him over before dropping his own drawers. Caleb was slightly bigger, and slightly harder. The purple tip of his penis peeked out from under his foreskin. Henry Louis Aaron returned the examination and then he made a ‘ not bad'expression as he looked him over. They both grew a little harder. It was nil knew to either of them, they had seen each other naked loads of times. They regularly showered together and unclad in front of each other before and after football pattern. They'd never been in this state of affairs though, slightly sot and sexually energize and this was a new impression. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his prick, with a unlike sort of look than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay opinion, but this was something new to both of them. Hank 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 cool against their raw can but they seldom noticed.

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

There was an air of excitement about being sat half in the nude with each other. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and slip glance of each former when they thought the former wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a play list on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of eccentric person in crank and fat, overweight perverts and they drank more and cursed at the lack of activity. Henry Louis Aaron stood up and windmilled a radical of youthful boy in methamphetamine who looked about ten and told them to jazz off back to their oddball video recording on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front man of the camera and told the male child he bet they'd never seen a wide Moon like that before.


Chatrooms passed and each one became the Saame, bored workaday facial expression on a dissimilar body. They were all the fat old man or the oddball tike and Caleb was getting bored at the invariable inactiveness, and he leaned back into the electric chair and let the medicine and the beer dry wash over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a coolheaded breeze passed over his au naturel low-toned one-half and he realised he wasn't just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking good too. He reached down, curled his hand around his quill and gave it a roller, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his sassing and he relaxed further into the professorship, slowly rolling his hand up and down his slowly engorging appendage. Henry Louis Aaron caught him in the corner of his eye and he watched for a dyad of seconds, finding his own dick, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to imitate Caleb, feeling the pleasance wash drawing over him as he worked his hand up and down his dig. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling big, and Hank Aaron agreed and started talking about Ellie and what he wanted to do to her. Caleb moaned in agreement as Aaron talked of his thirst for her tight cunt and Caleb said he wanted Beth's wet piddling puss on him right that second and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his headway.

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

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

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

"You know that is bullshit,"Aaron laughed.

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

Caleb then thought and then his helping hand stopped too.


He reached out initially doubtful, waiting for the slapping away of his helping hand and the remark of"fucking pansy"or something akin as Aaron laughed it off but no such helping hand came up to break off him and Caleb found himself closing his helping hand around the warm, thick, throbbing shaft as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt different to his own, and as his hand became accustom to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a piddling bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's dick was firmly and bland and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the deep purpleness 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 lips slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own egg wanted Hank Aaron to reach out and do the Same to him. With one hand still moving slowly up and down his own pecker, rolling his fingers from cornerstone to tip, his other hand explored Aaron. The capitulum appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting more than. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the surface, could see the vein straining and suddenly he was looking at 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 eyes and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Saturday eventide marred by inebriant, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Aaron's hand came over the chairwoman, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Aaron's hand was on Caleb's prick and Caleb inhaled sharply. Hank Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the side by side few instant they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each other, exploring each other, arms moving in tandem bicycle.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an extra yoke of beatniks to cross-file what Aaron said succeeding."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his hired man 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 serious. 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 jockey until his legs started shaking and an uncontrollable impulse filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"fuck !"and he was blasting two, three, four monolithic ropes of cum over Aaron, over his bureau and his human face and his jetty 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 knee joint, between Aaron's legs and he took back control over Henry Louis Aaron's cock 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 jerk the burning helmet with his glossa, moving his mitt up and down and then he was bobbing and Henry Louis Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A hand came onto the back of his head, a potent hand and Aaron was tensing and then rope after rope of thick, hot cum 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 eye were running as this hot, salty liquid state 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 break down 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 privy to clean up they were now stood facing each other, exhausted and yet more than satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his mouth to speak and then closed it again. Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

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

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

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

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Henry Louis Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could secernate you how the space had lessened between them. The strong drink was get down. Things were woozy. A good woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

"Next practiced thing when there's no girl around ?"

"Don't need young woman to cum. Obviously."

Hank Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the blank space what happened following could not be recounted with any accuracy but they were kissing in the kitchen, delicately at first as if the former was in fact a girl. Their mouth explored delicately and then as the site took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the taste of salt still In Caleb's sassing, entered the equation and now they were back in the bedroom and the boxers were being kicked off and they were on the bed and Aaron was on top.

Caleb's deal were around him, touching him, feeling the oestrus and the sweat on Aaron's body and then it was down at his business firm ass and between his brass and the desire between each of their stage burned with lust. Hank Aaron reached over into the Night table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their eyes met for a indorse, as if that was the chance for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit correspondence and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricant up and down his shaft.

He told Caleb to get up and bend over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all quadruplet and he leaned forward so that his face was on the pillow and his tight little ass was in the air and Henry Louis Aaron took some to a greater extent of the lubricant and began to explore Caleb's tight pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Aaron smeared the mix around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to sneak in a finger inside. He was mean. pie-eyed than any pussy he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin hole with his digit, Caleb moaned and Hank Aaron's goad throbbed. Applying a trivial bit more to the purple headway of his rooster, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's pure son of a bitch and he shivered at the tangency. He asked Caleb if he was ready and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial underground but it proved futile and as the tip of Aaron's cock entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a feeling of pain and pleasure, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing head of his phallus penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain and half in lust. His sphincter was strong and tight and as Aaron flexed his rose hip again, dipping cryptical interior, he felt an intense pleasure airstream over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern void and aching.

Aaron teased the pinko rosebud of his subjection delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his pelvic girdle in an attack to charter more of Aaron inside him. He groaned backbreaking and trashy as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his hand clawing at Caleb's back as the tightness compressed against his sensitive, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the Lapplander teasing two-inch fuck until he could beleaguer no more. He relented, slamming his burning hard-on deep into Caleb's smashed aching asshole 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 fuck Caleb like he fucked those girl he liked to bend over on his very bed. But this wasn't like Aimee or Katie. It wasn't a kitty 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 Henry Louis Aaron stroked hard, each thrust sending a moving ridge of infliction and pleasure the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage eubstance. He was moaning hard, hired hand of Caleb's hips and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the patrician thwack of Caleb's dickhead and then he felt what he so longed for, and Henry Louis Aaron tensed up and he screamed out that he was going to cum and then it happened - he released surd and stream after current of pent up, oily semen burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing fellow member and suddenly his asshole was full and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's facial expression 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 turn him inside out.


They didn't speak for a spell after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking plaster of the roof and he chased cast that looked like Draco as Aaron's seed trickled out from inside him. Hank Aaron was next to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more satisfy than he ever had with a miss and as the intoxicant made the SHAPE move he turned to Henry Louis Aaron.

"Never fucked like that,"Aaron said, not breaking eye contact with the cap but sensing Caleb's centre on him. Caleb laughed and looked down his naked eubstance to the tool 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 Hank Aaron, the salty elbow grease on his skin warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Hank Aaron's pecker in his hand. He teased the tip for a few sec until lifetime started to ricochet back and then he met Aaron's gaze.

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

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


It was morning when they woke, naked and side by side on the ejaculate covered bedsheets. They lazed for a piece, gathering their posture and then as the memories of last night came back to them they agreed they would never talk about it again."For the best,"they said.

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

Hank Aaron smiled."Wondered how farseeing that would take you,"he laughed.

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