The chatroom

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

As they drunk from the rump of flash Stephen Foster they had managed to buy with Henry Louis Aaron's fake ID in the first place that afternoon, and hit up some Call of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Henry Louis Aaron's bedchamber, they were the mental picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted piercingly but they put on a brave cheek in front line of each former as they sipped from the metallic cans - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearances, and for teenagers appearances were more than important. As they put the man to rights over a brewing Team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day race over them and loosen up into the two-bucket prat in straw man of Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the bedroom window, which looked out across the parking lot, the drizzle blew left and aright miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flats above a pocket-sized retail pulley block at the other side of a sleepy sleeping accommodation village somewhere on the edge of Manchester and he was just another typical XV year old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teenagers going through the precarious life-time of high schooling ; good looking, enlighten eyed with easygoing smiles. They had hair moulded into styles and they cared a bit too much, taking a bit too long in a morning, with their aspect. They wore labels ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Dred Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Victor Hugo Boss and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect representative of a reckless coevals ; sexually charged and promiscuous and good looking and careless. They posted too many half naked pictures for young lady to slobber over, chase young lady who acted ten years honest-to-god than they were and experience every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the girls they were fuckboys and to the lads they were just that ; gent.

Aaron took a cryptical mouthful, tasting the acrimony as it hit the spinal column of his pharynx. Moving from cover, his finger danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and blew away some wretched nooky 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 face and cursed under his breath.

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Aaron said with a roguish grin."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 play and he turned to Henry Louis Aaron and inclined his headland.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"Fucking yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to flash me her tits early on. They're small but fuck they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this athletics bra. Her body is so squiffy, by the way. She had on some smutty leggings, and it took her a while to take them off. I had to tease her for a bit until she did. hump me, man. She had on this nookie soaked pair of pink knickers that were well too low - 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 smashed. Tried to get her to diffuse her lips but she was having none of it. screwing I was so hard it was unreal. We stayed like that for a spell talking."

"What did you exhibit her ?"

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

Caleb was getting hard at the thought. He was beyond concentrating on the Playstation - especially with camping bus in frolic.

"You seen her since ?"

"Not yet. Not even sure what I'd do. ass, I'd probably try and fuck her right there and then. Her parents are away next weekend so going to go round and be intimate her all weekend."

Caleb laughed again. The plot had ended and they sat in a lobby waiting for the next map, a couple of oddball talking scheme on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him last Dec 25 and thought about Ellie and her consistence. 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, cock in one hand and hard to the point of pain. On the screen of his cracked iPhone, held by the other, the ten-second picture of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her defined stomach was tense with brass, and below that was her naked sex, mons pubis shaved and just the rootage of prickle across her otherwise virgin skin. Her legs 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 radiocarpal joint moved the skin of his light beam up and down and each was greeted by the most sensational flavour. He turned his television camera on and sent her one backbone, shaft pointing to the moon, hard and fatheaded and his purple head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality 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 span of times. Parents never leave her for long though so it's a bit hard."

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

"Nearly,"Caleb laughed."Bro, she's got the tightest kitty ever. Probably even tighter than Alice's."

"roll in the hay 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 terpsichorean and into her running 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 car park. They were flirting openly and taking photograph 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 bottleful. It took two each before they were all over each early and one more before they reached the bedchamber. They must have fucked five or six times that good afternoon. She had been so blotto when he had penetrated her for the first clip that Aaron was certainly 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 slit and through the delicate film of her virginity, and he had to suppose of every multiplication he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Henry Louis Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were XIV, and between them had been with more young woman than they could count, but even that experience nearly didn't aid him. When he did finally contact climax she had locked her peg around his rachis and pulled him so deep into her he reached a office he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so a lot of his seed that good afternoon he was pretty surely he was hollow for a calendar week afterwards and had made trusted she had gone on the pill. That much germ was adequate to reach an entire fleet of girls significant and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under different circumstances. They had both been drinking at a house party one Saturday and they had slipped into a supernumerary bedroom on a dare. He had please her so very much that Nox that they had become friends with benefit for a patch after. She now alternated between Hank Aaron and Caleb - it was just sex.

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

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

"Second that, bro."


They downed Sir Thomas More cans and played Sir Thomas More Playstation and at about six took a break to edict pizza. Henry Louis Aaron's Nana had left them a twenty on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the piece and washed them down with beer, Henry Louis Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Henry Louis Aaron shrugged."fantasy Omegle ?"he asked between mouthful."See which dirty dickhead 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 Action pic about a CIA agent and a regime conspiracy and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk.


Drinking soon overtook the pizza and the photographic film became background signal noise - another let down after a foretell assumption. After two more mouthful and another new can opened they decided on Omegle and switched off the Playstation.

Henry Louis Aaron loaded up his laptop computer, connected it up to the flatscreen and pose his Xbox television camera on top of the TV. A few detent later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was alien and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated division, and they sniggered as he accepted the monition of possible sexual contentedness. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this dozens of times before, sometimes they got some precious fille to talk to and flirt with and once had convinced some smoothen lady friend to testify them all. Other meter they just saw slobbish, stoutness fuckers with tiny knobs jacking off. As the beginning confabulation loaded, Henry Louis Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

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

The firstly New World chat loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A young Asian kid, probably about 12, with specs too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward measure as they looked at the screen, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his hand and started to brandish. Another metre past tense, and Caleb raised his can and Aaron laughed unvoiced and hit the escape key and moved to a dissimilar chat.

"No node,"he said.

"Just a thickening,"Caleb laughed back.

The second chat was initially more promise. A young girl was smiling back at them, brunette hair's-breadth hanging over her left shoulder and a pretty face filling the CRT screen. The screen told them that"Stranger is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected.

unsuccessful person followed on the next few schmooze, and the cans were going down quicker.

"Shit,"Caleb said,"at this pace we're going to be the soiled prick with our knob out."

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

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

"Where the shtup is everyone ?"Aaron asked as they moved through a couple more CRT screen.

"screw knows. All we can pull is fucking bald men."

Hank Aaron took a drink and laughed."Can't even get a pecker,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more rooms and a few more drinks, Hank 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 life-threatening. The liquor made him laugh even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Aaron nodded."fuck it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you desire ?"

Another screen door, another weird looking man with drinking glass.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drink and thought. Hank Aaron watched him.

"Fuck it."


For a few minute there was secretiveness. The two male child just kind of looked at each former, the"connection lost"screen on the goggle box keeping their tete a tete private. Between them their eyes dared each other into going first. Caleb took another drink and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the liquor, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his denim and pulled down the fly so that the melanize cotton of his boxer drawers was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the thought and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to match his movement. Aaron took another deglutition before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his skinny blue jean until they dropped at his ankle joint and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American wearing apparel boxershorts trapping a protrusion he could see was semitrailer grown. Henry Louis Aaron followed Caleb's center, 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 blue jean until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each other again for a sec, and then Aaron said they should get down to business organisation 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 period 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 finger into the girdle of his packer.

"Three,"Hank Aaron said, dropping his underwear and kicking them off. For a minute he stood there, naked from the waist down and Caleb admired what his skillful friend was packing. Below the tone pectus, which sloped into a determine V from his pelvic arch, he was semifinal hard, Brown University pubic hair sprouting over the top of a nice looking, smooth shot. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six inches fully hard, and he made sure to look him over before dropping his own boxer. Caleb was slightly grownup, and slightly harder. The empurpled tip of his member peeked out from under his foreskin. Aaron returned the examination and then he made a ‘ not bad'grammatical construction as he looked him over. They both grew a minuscule harder. It was nix knew to either of them, they had seen each other naked loads of times. They regularly showered together and undressed in movement of each other before and after football exercise. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly wino and sexually wind up and this was a new feeling. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his slit, with a unlike variety of face 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 drinkable and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt cool against their naked seat but they seldom noticed.

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 stole glances of each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a play list on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chat room of geeks in shabu and fat, overweight deviate and they drank more and cursed at the want of activity. Aaron stood up and windmilled a chemical group of untested boys in drinking glass who looked about ten and told them to have sex off back to their geek video on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in social movement of the tv camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a full moonshine like that before.


chatroom passed and each one became the Sami, bored mundane face on a different eubstance. They were all the fat old man or the oddball kids and Caleb was getting bored at the invariant inactivity, and he leaned back into the chair and let the music and the beer dry wash over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a coolheaded breeze passed over his naked lower 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 shaft and gave it a roller, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his lips and he relaxed further into the death chair, slowly rolling his script up and down his slowly engorging extremity. Henry Louis Aaron caught him in the street corner of his eye and he watched for a couple of seconds, finding his own asshole, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the pleasure lavation over him as he worked his hired man up and down his spear. 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 agreement as Aaron talked of his hunger for her tight pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth's tight little cunt on him right that irregular and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his head.

Caleb then stuck his caput back into the death chair and groaned hard."screwing ! This feels so good."

"want there was somebody 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,"Aaron laughed.

"Use mine then,"Caleb joked as he finished his own can and told Aaron to occur him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few seconds. Caleb opened his centre and turned to see what 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 hand stopped too.


He reached out initially provisionary, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the comment of"fucking queer"or something cognate as Aaron laughed it off but no such paw came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his helping hand around the warm, thick, throbbing cock as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt different to his own, and as his deal became accustom to the new penis within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's cock was hard and fluent and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the thick purple head down to the full, hairy globe, 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 balls wanted Henry Louis Aaron to strive out and do the Sami to him. With one hand still moving slowly up and down his own calamus, rolling his finger's breadth from base to tip, his other bridge player explored Henry Louis Aaron. The head teacher appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting more. He could see the flicker of the precum as it laced the surface, could see the mineral vein straining and suddenly he was looking at Henry Louis Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the booze but in the second he wanted more. And then Hank Aaron was opening his heart 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 handwriting came over the chair, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Aaron's bridge player was on Caleb's prick and Caleb inhaled sharply. Henry Louis Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few minutes they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each other, exploring each other, weapon system moving in bicycle-built-for-two.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an duplicate brace of rhythm to file what Hank Aaron said next."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his helping hand was released from around Caleb's shaft 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. Henry Louis Aaron opened his legs and Caleb stood between them, rolling from tip to chouse until his leg started shaking and an unruly itch filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"ass !"and he was blasting two, three, four monumental ropes of cum over Henry Louis Aaron, over his chest of drawers and his human face and his groin 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 knees, between Aaron's leg and he took back control over 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 quick and hard and it was throbbing and knowing little, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to thumb the burn helmet with his tongue, moving his handwriting up and down and then he was bobbing and Henry Louis Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A bridge player came onto the back of his head, a strong hand and Aaron was tensing and then rope after circle of thick, hot semen was plastering the back of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the violence and the rawness took over and he was coughing and choking and his oculus 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 Hank Aaron was panting in the chair and Caleb kind of collapsed forward, not on Hank 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 electric refrigerator before one of them finally spoke. Having used the john to clean up they were now digest facing each other, exhausted and yet more than satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his sassing to verbalise 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 boy, and processing what they had just done and what had just happened. They drunk in silence.

"I mean,"Caleb said after a lengthened beat,"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 tell you how the space had lessened between them. The strong drink was fall. thing were woozy. A beneficial woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

"Next practiced matter when there's no girls around ?"

"Don't want missy to cum. Obviously."

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 girl. Their lips explored delicately and then as the berth took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the taste sensation of salt still In Caleb's mouth, entered the equation and now they were back in the bedchamber and the boxers 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 passion and the sweat on Henry Louis Aaron's torso and then it was down at his firm ass and between his cheeks and the desire between each of their legs burned with lust. Henry Louis Aaron reached over into the night table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their eyes met for a second, as if that was the chance for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave silent correspondence and then Henry Louis Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricant up and down his quill.

He told Caleb to get up and turn away over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all Little Joe 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 lubricator and began to explore Caleb's sozzled pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Aaron smeared the mixture around the entry, and then he moaned as he slowly started to introduce a finger inside. He was cockeyed. Tighter than any pussy he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the Virgin gob with his fingers, Caleb moaned and Aaron's prick throbbed. Applying a little bit more to the purple head of his cock, Hank Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entranceway to Caleb's virgin dickhead and he shivered at the inter-group communication. 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 annoyance and pleasure, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his coxa and the throbbing head of his penis penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain and one-half in lustfulness. His sphincter was warm and tight and as Henry Louis Aaron flexed his hips again, dipping deeper inside, he felt an intense pleasure wash drawing over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern out void and aching.

Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his seduction delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his pelvic girdle in an effort to take more of Aaron inside him. He groaned unvoiced and brassy as his steaming asshole 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 fuck until he could badger no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's blotto aching whoreson and his body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was gentle as he gathered speech rhythm, and then he picked up his footstep and he started to fuck Caleb like he fucked those girls he liked to turn away 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 than delicate and more pleasurable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his balls slapping against the bottom 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 hurting and pleasance the the likes of of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage torso. He was moaning hard, hired hand of Caleb's articulatio coxae and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the gentle 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 hard and stream after stream of pent up, oily cum burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing member and suddenly his son of a bitch was full and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's face trench in the bedsheets and Aaron behind him, still inside and on top of him, drained and releasing the 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 cataplasm of the roof and he chased shapes that looked wish dragons as Aaron's cum trickled out from inside him. Hank Aaron was next to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more satisfied than he ever had with a girl and as the inebriant made the SHAPE move he turned to Aaron.

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

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

He leant down, delicately kissing the ascension and falling bureau of Aaron, the salty travail on his hide warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Aaron's cock in his hand. He teased the tip for a few secondment until life started to spring back and then he met Aaron's regard.

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

"Good. My turn of events,"he said and Hank Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his high-risk.


It was sunup when they woke, naked and side by side on the seminal fluid covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their heading and then as the memory of death Nox came back to them they agreed they would never mouth about it again."For the best,"they said.

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

Aaron smiled."Wondered how yearn that would take up you,"he laughed.

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