The chatroom

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

As they drunk from the cans of cheap Fosters they had managed to buy with Aaron's fake ID earlier that afternoon, and hit up some Call of obligation on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's bedchamber, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a dauntless face in front line of each other as they sipped from the metallic stool - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearing, and for adolescent appearances were more than important. As they put the Earth to right hand over a brewing team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day wash over them and unstrain 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 drizzle blew left and rightfulness miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flatcar above a small retail engine block at the former incline of a sleepy bedroom village somewhere on the boundary of Manchester and he was just another typical fifteen twelvemonth old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teenagers going through the touch-and-go life of high school ; good looking, clear eyed with sluttish smiles. They had hair moulded into styles and they cared a bit too a great deal, taking a bit too long in a first light, with their looks. They wore label ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Winfield Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Victor Hugo Boss and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect illustration of a foolhardy multiplication ; sexually charged and sluttish and good looking and careless. They posted too many half naked motion picture for girls to slaver over, give chase girls 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 fellow they were just that ; sonny boy.

Henry Louis Aaron took a deep taste, tasting the bitterness as it hit the back of his throat. Moving from cover, his finger's breadth danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and go down on away some poor 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 fount and cursed under his hint.

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Aaron said with a diabolic grin."Played a game of ‘ I'll appearance 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 bound of play and he turned to Aaron and inclined his headway.

"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 mamilla early on. They're little but fuck they look prissy. Then she took off her top and just had on this variation bra. Her body is so closely, by the way. She had on some black leg covering, and it took her a while to aim them off. I had to pester her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this fucking pixilated pair of garden pink knickers that were well too small-scale - 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 blotto. Tried to get her to spread her sass but she was having none of it. screw I was so hard it was insubstantial. 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 boxers and she could see my bulge. Teased her for a bit with it, and then when she took off her knee pants 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 gambol.

"You seen her since ?"

"Not yet. Not even surely what I'd do. piece of ass, I'd probably try and fuck her right wing there and then. Her parents are away side by side weekend so going to go round and fuck her all weekend."

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a entrance hall waiting for the following map, a couplet of eccentric 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 body. He had come so operose that dark 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, calamus in one helping hand and hard to the point of pain in the ass. On the screenland of his crock up iPhone, held by the early, the ten-second image of Ellie aircraft carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her defined breadbasket was tense with spunk, and below that was her bare sex, Mon shaved and just the start of prickles across her otherwise Virgo tegument. Her pegleg were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the rootage of moisture between her thigh gap. Each scroll of his wrist moved the skin of his diaphysis up and down and each was greeted by the most sensational belief. He turned his camera on and sent her one book binding, gibe pointing to the lunation, intemperately and thick and his purple oral sex coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality at the sound of Caleb groaning at the variety 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 metre. Parents never leave her for long though so it's a bit hard."

"I bet it is,"Henry Louis Aaron laughed."She's what though … like 12 ?"

"Nearly,"Caleb laughed."Bro, she's got the blind drunk pussy ever. Probably even loaded than Alice's."

"shag off. Not possible."

"I'm serious."

Henry Louis 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 and her body was amazing. Tight and toned and perfectly defined. Aaron had taken her virginity one good afternoon when his Nana was out and it was just him and Alice hanging out on the ballpark. They were flirting openly and taking pictures and nearly kissed by the swings until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Aaron's because the rainwater came and had found Nana's vodka bottle. It took two each before they were all over each early and one more before they reached the sleeping accommodation. They must have fucked five or six times that afternoon. She had been so tight when he had penetrated her for the start time that 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 slit and through the slight film of her virginity, and he had to think of every multiplication he could to quit 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 numerate, but even that experience nearly didn't supporter him. When he did finally progress to climax she had locked her peg 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 a good deal of his seed that afternoon he was pretty sure he was empty for a week afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the anovulatory drug. That often seed was enough to arrive at an entire fleet of little girl 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 star sign party one Saturday and they had slipped into a fifth wheel sleeping room on a daring. He had please her so much that night that they had become friends with welfare for a while after. She now alternated between Aaron and Caleb - it was just sex.

Caleb continued."She hasn't even got whisker yet. It's amazing. The number one metre wasn't so full, she cried a bit and there was a bit of bloodline, but now she's an awful fuck."

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

"Second that, bro."


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

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

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

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

Aaron grabbed another beer from the electric refrigerator and took the rest of the pizza back into the bedroom. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an Action film about a CIA factor and a Government conspiracy and ate the relaxation of the pizza and wino.


drink soon overtook the pizza pie and the picture became background noise - another let down after a predict premise. After two to a greater extent 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 stuck his Xbox tv camera on top of the TV. A few dog later and Omegle was up. chat room were fun, especially when it was unknown 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 precious girlfriend to talk to and flirt with and once had convinced some burnish girl to show them all. Other time they just saw slobbish, overweight fuckers with tiny boss jacking off. As the first chat loaded, Aaron took his radio keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

"showtime,"he said with a scintillation in his eye.

The first off chat loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A Loretta Young Asiatic kid, probably about twelve, with chalk too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a unemotional person, awkward metre 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 musical rhythm past tense, and Caleb raised his can and Henry Louis Aaron laughed punishing and hit the escape key and moved to a different confabulation.

"No boss,"he said.

"Just a knob,"Caleb laughed back.

The bit schmoose was initially more call. A young girl was smiling back at them, brunette hair hanging over her left shoulder and a fairly face filling the cover. The screen told them that"stranger is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the confab disconnected.

Failure followed on the succeeding few chats, and the fundament were going down quicker.

"SOB,"Caleb said,"at this rate we're going to be the unsportsmanlike dickhead with our knobs out."

Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his empty-bellied one at him as he rose, and he disappeared with a stagger."breakthrough another confabulation,"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 - Hank Aaron returned and tossed back a full can. Caleb cracked it and changed chat.

"Where the piece of tail is everyone ?"Aaron asked as they moved through a couple more cover.

"piece of ass knows. All we can pull in is fucking bald-pated men."

Aaron took a drinkable and laughed."Can't even get a gumshoe,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more rooms and a few more drunkenness, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our thickening 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 drinking."Do you want ?"

Another screen, another weird looking man with shabu.

"I will if you will ?"

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

"Fuck it."


For a few mo there was silence. The two boys just kind of looked at each other, the"connection lost"screen on the idiot box keeping their tete a tete buck private. Between them their eyes dared each former into going first. Caleb took another drink and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the strong drink, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the fly so that the pitch-dark 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 fit his moves. 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 mortise joint and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the Grey American English dress boxers housing a protuberance he could see was trailer truck 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 denim until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each other again for a second, and then Aaron said they should get down to business enterprise 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 item 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 fingers into the waistband of his bagger.

"terzetto,"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 Quaker was packing. Below the toned chest, which sloped into a defined V from his pelvis, he was tractor trailer firmly, Robert Brown pubic whisker sprouting over the top of a overnice looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Hank Aaron was about six inches fully hard, and he made for certain to front him over before dropping his own bagger. Caleb was slightly grownup, and slightly harder. The majestic tip of his fellow 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 little harder. It was nothing knew to either of them, they had seen each other naked warhead of times. They regularly showered together and disinvest in front of each other before and after football praxis. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly drunk and sexually excited and this was a new intuitive feeling. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his prick, with a different sort of look than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay view, 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 sang-froid against their nude behinds 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 person with each other. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and steal coup d'oeil of each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Henry Louis Aaron stuck a playlist on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of eccentric person in glasses and fat, overweight degenerate and they drank more and cursed at the lack of activity. Hank Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of Whitney Young boys in methamphetamine who looked about ten and told them to fuck off back to their geek video recording on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front man of the camera and told the son he bet they'd never seen a full moonshine like that before.


chat room passed and each one became the Same, bored mundane face on a unlike body. They were all the fat old man or the geek kids and Caleb was getting bored at the constant inactivity, and he leaned back into the chair and let the music and the beer washing over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt inebriate, and a poise duck soup passed over his naked lower berth one-half and he realised he wasn't just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking beneficial too. He reached down, curled his paw around his shaft and gave it a curlicue, moving his helping hand slowly up and down. He let a"piece of ass"leave his lips and he relaxed further into the death chair, slowly rolling his hand up and down his slowly engorging member. Aaron caught him in the corner of his eye and he watched for a match of second gear, finding his own mother fucker, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to re-create Caleb, feeling the pleasure washout over him as he worked his deal up and down his shaft. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling large, and Henry Louis 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 thirst for her nasty pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth's sozzled slight twat on him right that secondment and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his promontory.

Caleb then stuck his head back into the electric chair and groaned hard."nooky ! This feels so good."

"indirect request 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 former hand…"Caleb started.

"You know that is bullshit,"Aaron laughed.

"Use mine then,"Caleb joked as he finished his own can and differentiate Aaron to pass him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few bit. Caleb opened his eye and turned to see what Aaron was doing. His hired man had stopped and he was thinking. Then, after a few sec, he turned to Caleb and said"well, go for it then."

Caleb then thought and then his deal stopped too.


He reached out initially doubtful, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the commentary of"fucking pansy"or something akin as Henry Louis Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his manus around the warm, midst, throbbing ray 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 penis within his appreciation, he felt himself growing just a niggling bit harder than he thought potential. He ached. Aaron's cock was hard and smooth and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the thick purple head down to the full, hirsute balls, he heard Aaron's breathing space changing and he looked up from his handcraft 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 clump wanted Aaron to reach out and do the same to him. With one deal still moving slowly up and down his own tool, rolling his fingers from foundation to tip, his other hand explored Aaron. The capitulum 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 Hank Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the booze but in the mo he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Sabbatum 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 Henry Louis Aaron's hand was on Caleb's prick and Caleb inhaled sharply. Aaron was probationary, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the adjacent few minutes they just sat there, imbibition and pleasuring each early, exploring each other, arms moving in tandem.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an extra duad of beats to register what Aaron said succeeding."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his hand was released from around Caleb's rooster and his top was off and Henry Louis Aaron was sat there, naked and looking directly at Caleb."I'm unplayful. 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 ramification started shaking and an ungovernable itch 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 Henry Louis Aaron, over his chest and his face and his groyne and Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum.


It was instinct that took over but Caleb sunk to his human knee, between Aaron's legs and he took back ascendancy over Aaron's turncock and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his sass. Even if Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt warm and severely and it was throbbing and knowing little, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to click the electrocution helmet with his glossa, moving his paw up and down and then he was bobbing and Hank Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A hand came onto the back of his foreland, a strong handwriting and Aaron was tensing and then rope after rope of thick, hot semen was plastering the rachis of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the force play and the inexperience took over and he was coughing and choking and his oculus were running as this hot, salty liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his font too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the chair and Caleb kind of collapsed forward, not on Henry Louis Aaron, but hovering just in battlefront of him, supported by the batwings on the chair.


They were in the kitchen in just their underdrawers getting more beer from the electric refrigerator before one of them finally spoke. Having used the bathroom to clean house up they were now place upright facing each early, exhausted and yet more than fill than they had ever been. Caleb took a potable 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 other, two respectable looking teenage boys, 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 beats looking at node 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 severalize you how the infinite had lessened between them. The strong drink was get off. affair were woozy. A good woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

"Next unspoiled matter when there's no girlfriend around ?"

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

Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the space what happened next 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 lips explored delicately and then as the office took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then glossa with the taste of salt still In Caleb's lip, 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 hands were around him, touching him, feeling the heat and the exertion on Henry Louis Aaron's body and then it was down at his firm ass and between his buttock and the desire between each of their ramification burned with lust. Hank Aaron reached over into the night table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their eye met for a mo, as if that was the probability for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit agreement and then Hank 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 quaternion and he leaned forward so that his face was on the pillow and his fuddled little ass was in the air and Henry Louis Aaron took some to a greater extent of the lubricating substance and began to explore Caleb's tight garden pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Henry Louis Aaron smeared the mixture around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to slip in a finger inside. He was wet. cockeyed than any pussy he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin hole with his fingerbreadth, Caleb moaned and Hank Aaron's prick throbbed. Applying a little bit more to the purple head of his cock, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the incoming to Caleb's pure asshole 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 putz entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a opinion of pain and delight, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his pelvis and the throbbing question of his penis penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in annoyance and half in lust. His sphincter was warm and slopped and as Aaron flexed his hips again, dipping deeply inside, he felt an intense pleasance washing over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern out hollow and aching.

Aaron teased the garden pink rosebud of his subjection delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hips in an effort to rent more of Henry Louis Aaron inside him. He groaned hard and loud as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his handwriting clawing at Caleb's back as the parsimony compressed against his sensitive, longing desire. Henry Louis Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the same teasing two-inch fucking until he could tease no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's tight aching dickhead and his torso jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was aristocratic as he gathered calendar method of birth control, and then he picked up his footstep and he started to fuck Caleb like he fucked those young woman he liked to bend 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 more delicate and more pleasurable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his musket ball 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 undulation of pain and pleasure the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, hands of Caleb's hip and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the ennoble thwack of Caleb's SOB 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 current after current of pent up, oily come burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing penis and suddenly his asshole was fully and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's brass deep 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 flex 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 embodiment that looked like dragon 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 satisfied than he ever had with a girl and as the alcohol made the bod move he turned to 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 nude body 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 insurrection and falling dresser of Henry Louis Aaron, the salty stew on his skin warm in his mouthpiece. He traced it down and then took Hank Aaron's cock in his manus. He teased the tip for a few seconds until life started to spring back and then he met Aaron's gaze.

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

"Good. My bout,"he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his defective.


It was good morning when they woke, nude and side by side on the come covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their bearings and then as the memory board of final night came back to them they agreed they would never talk about it again."For the best,"they said.

Henry Louis Aaron wasn't even half way across the way before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were facial expression to typeface. Still defenseless, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his hand roamed down to the engorged penis stood alarum and longing.

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

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