The Chatroom

Hank Aaron William Green and Caleb Dylan Marlais Thomas thought they had thing figured out.

As they drunk from the pot of cheap Fosters they had managed to buy with Aaron's fake ID former that afternoon, and hit up some Call of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's sleeping accommodation, they were the picture show of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a brave 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 teenagers appearances were more than important. As they put the world to right hand over a brewing team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghani, they let the day wash over them and loosen 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 car park, the mizzle blew left and right miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flat tire above a small retail stoppage at the former side of a sleepy bedroom village somewhere on the edge of Manchester and he was just another typical fifteen year old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teen going through the perilous life of high school ; practiced looking, clear eyed with light grinning. They had hair moulded into panache and they cared a bit too much, taking a bit too long in a daybreak, with their looks. They wore labels ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo party boss and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfective tense illustration of a reckless generation ; sexually charged and light and safe looking and careless. They posted too many half nude movie for daughter to drool over, trail girls who acted ten years older than they were and lived every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the missy they were fuckboys and to the lads they were just that ; cub.

Aaron took a deep taste, tasting the thorniness as it hit the book binding of his throat. Moving from cover, his fingerbreadth danced across the pad as he switched to his slope arm and mishandle away some poor fucking with a stunt man tap.

"You should see the poppycock 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 mephistophelian grin."Played a biz of ‘ I'll appearance you mine if you show me yours'with her the early night."

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

"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 get it on they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this sportsman bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some pitch-black leg covering, and it took her a while to claim them off. I had to tease her for a bit until she did. lie with me, man. She had on this fucking tight dyad of pinko knickers that were well too small - I think she put them on on role. 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 spread her back talk but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so hard it was unreal. We stayed like that for a while talking."

"What did you present 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 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 full thing."

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

"You seen her since ?"

"Not yet. Not even sure what I'd do. nooky, I'd probably try and fuck her right there and then. Her parents are away next weekend so going to go one shot and sleep together her all weekend."

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a hall waiting for the next map, a couple of eccentric talking strategy on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and lightlessness Recaro's his Dad bought him shoemaker's last Christmas and thought about Ellie and her 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, jibe in one hand and hard to the power point of pain. On the screen of his fruity iPhone, held by the other, the ten-second picture of Ellie carrier, naked from the top of her tummy down greeted him. Her defined stomach was tense with nerves, and below that was her bare sex, mons shaved and just the showtime of thorn across her otherwise Virgo the Virgin skin. Her legs were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the start of moisture between her thigh gap. Each roll of his wrist moved the skin of his prick up and down and each was greeted by the most sensational feeling. He turned his photographic camera on and sent her one cover, shaft pointing to the moon, hard and thick and his purplish drumhead 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 yoke of times. Parents never leave her for prospicient 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 kitty ever. Probably even soaked than Alice's."

"screw off. Not possible."

"I'm serious."

Henry Louis Aaron and Caleb had both been with Alice Pier, and she had been the mean 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. Hank Aaron had taken her virginity one good 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 Aaron's because the rain came and had found Nana's vodka bottle. It took two each before they were all over each former and one more before they reached the bedroom. They must have fucked five or six clip that afternoon. She had been so sozzled when he had penetrated her for the first meter that Aaron was sure he was going to snap her apart."Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, affectionate puss and through the delicate film of her virginity, and he had to think of every multiplication he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more girls than they could number, but even that experience nearly didn't help him. When he did finally turn over climax she had locked her legs around his spinal column 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 abandon for a calendar week afterwards and had made surely she had gone on the contraceptive pill. That much seeded player was decent to throw an integral fleet of girls significant 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 house company one Saturday and they had slipped into a spare sleeping accommodation on a daring. He had proud of her so much that Nox that they had become friends with benefit 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 first meter wasn't so good, she cried a bit and there was a bit of blood, but now she's an amazing fuck."

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

"arcsecond that, bro."


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

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Aaron shrugged."fondness 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 fridge and took the ease of the pizza back into the sleeping room. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an Action film about a CIA federal agent and a regime conspiracy and ate the rest period of the pizza and drunk.


drunkenness soon overtook the pizza and the picture became background noise - another let down after a assure premise. After two more mouthful 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 pose his Xbox television camera on top of the TV. A few clicks later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was unknown and Hank Aaron navigated to the unmoderated section, and they sniggered as he accepted the warning of possible intimate contentedness. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this loads of fourth dimension before, sometimes they got some cute girls to talk to and butterfly with and once had convinced some round off young lady to render them all. early prison term they just saw slobbish, corpulence fuckers with tiny thickening jacking off. As the first confabulation 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-class honours degree chat loaded and they looked at each other in dashing hopes. A young Asian kid, probably about 12, with glasses too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a unemotional person, awkward beat 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 beat past, and Caleb raised his can and Hank Aaron laughed arduous and hit the escape key and moved to a unlike chat.

"No knobs,"he said.

"Just a thickening,"Caleb laughed back.

The second chat was initially more promising. A young young woman was smiling back at them, brunette hairsbreadth hanging over her left shoulder and a pretty face filling the screen. The filmdom told them that"stranger is typing"but half way through the concealment froze and the confabulation disconnected.

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

"dogshit,"Caleb said,"at this pace we're going to be the dirty cocksucker with our boss out."

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

As Caleb loaded up another confab, and another pile of failure - 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 fuck is everyone ?"Aaron asked as they moved through a couple more screenland.

"ass knows. All we can attract is fucking bald men."

Aaron took a drink and laughed."Can't even get a gumshoe,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few to a greater extent room and a few more drinks, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our knobs out ?"

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

"On Omegle ?"

Aaron nodded."Fuck it, why not ?"

Caleb took another beverage."Do you want ?"

Another CRT screen, another Weird looking man with glasses.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drink and idea. Aaron watched him.

"Fuck it."


For a few moments there was quiet. The two son just kind of looked at each other, the"link lost"screenland on the television keeping their tete a tete individual. Between them their eyes dared each other into going first. Caleb took another boozing 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 Joseph Black cotton of his packer shorts was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the mentation and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to match his moves. Hank Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his tight-fitting jeans until they dropped at his ankles and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American language Apparel boxershorts housing a gibbousness he could see was semi grown. Aaron followed Caleb's eyes, 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 s, and then 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 point risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro's finisher to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

"On three ?"Caleb said, hooking his digit into the waistcloth of his pugilist.

"trine,"Hank 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 secure friend was packing. Below the toned chest, which sloped into a defined V from his pelvis, he was articulated lorry hard, brownness pubic hair sprouting over the top of a nice looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six column inch 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 interrogatory and then he made a ‘ not bad'expression as he looked him over. They both grew a picayune harder. It was nada knew to either of them, they had seen each other naked lots of times. They regularly showered together and unappareled in front of each other before and after football exercise. They'd never been in this position though, slightly drunk and sexually excited and this was a new look. 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 thought, 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 drunkenness and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt cool against their naked behinds but they seldom noticed.

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

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


chatroom passed and each one became the Saame, bored everyday face on a different body. They were all the fat old man or the eccentric person kids and Caleb was getting bored at the perpetual inactivity, and he leaned back into the professorship and let the medicine and the beer wash over him for a arcsecond. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a cool duck soup passed over his naked dispirited half and he realised he wasn't just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking skilful too. He reached down, curled his script around his shaft and gave it a roller, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his mouth and he relaxed further into the 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 couple of s, finding his own prick, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the pleasure laundry over him as he worked his handwriting up and down his shaft. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling neat, and Aaron agreed and started talking about Ellie and what he wanted to do to her. Caleb moaned in agreement as Hank Aaron talked of his thirstiness for her tight pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth's tight little cunt 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 chair and groaned hard."nooky ! This feels so good."

"wishing there was person 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 early hand…"Caleb started.

"You know that is bullshit,"Aaron laughed.

"Use mine then,"Caleb joked as he finished his own can and state Hank Aaron to pass him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few mo. Caleb opened his optic 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 helping hand stopped too.


He reached out initially tentative, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the scuttlebutt of"fucking faggot"or something consanguineal as Hank Aaron laughed it off but no such deal came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his hand around the warm, thick, throbbing spear as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt dissimilar to his own, and as his manus became accustom to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought potential. He ached. Henry Louis Aaron's cock was intemperate and smooth and as he rolled his script up and down, from the thick purple head down to the full, hairy ballock, he heard Aaron's breath changing and he looked up from his handwork 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 testicle wanted Henry Louis Aaron to progress to out and do the same to him. With one paw still moving slowly up and down his own shaft, rolling his fingers from base to tip, his other hand explored Henry Louis Aaron. The pass appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting to a greater extent. He could see the flicker of the precum as it laced the aerofoil, could see the veins straining and suddenly he was looking at Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the spirits but in the moment he wanted more. And then Henry Louis Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each early in the dimming luminosity of a Saturday eventide marred by alcoholic beverage, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Henry Louis Aaron's paw 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. Hank Aaron was doubtful, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the future few mo they just sat there, drink 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 meter to show what Hank Aaron said next."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 life-threatening. Fucking cum on me."He worked on himself again as Caleb stood up. Aaron opened his legs and Caleb stood between them, rolling from tip to shaft until his leg started shaking and an uncontrollable urge filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"fuck !"and he was blasting two, three, four monumental forget me drug of cum over Henry Louis 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 Aaron's legs and he took back dominance over Aaron's peter and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his back talk. Even if Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt warm up 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 helmet with his tongue, moving his handwriting up and down and then he was bobbing and Hank Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to contain. A handwriting came onto the backrest of his head, a substantial hand and Hank Aaron was tensing and then rope after Mexican valium of thick, hot seminal fluid was plastering the back of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the force and the inexperience took over and he was coughing and choking and his eyes were running as this hot, salty liquidity filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his look too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the chair and Caleb variety of collapsed forward, not on Aaron, but hovering just in forepart 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 lavatory to clean up they were now stood facing each other, exhausted and yet more fill than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his mouth to utter 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 silence.

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

"For certain. 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 blank had lessened between them. The booze was wakeful. Things were woozy. A good woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

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

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

Hank Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the space what happened following could not be recounted with any truth 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 position took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then lingua with the preference 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 Aaron was on top.

Caleb's workforce were around him, touching him, feeling the heat and the sweat on Aaron's body and then it was down at his house ass and between his cheeks and the desire between each of their stage burned with lust. Hank Aaron reached over into the night board and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their eyes met for a secondment, as if that was the chance for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit agreement and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricator up and down his spear.

He told Caleb to get up and bend over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all 4 and he leaned forward so that his facial expression was on the pillow and his tight little ass was in the air and Aaron took some Sir Thomas More of the lubricator and began to explore Caleb's tight pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Hank Aaron smeared the mix around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to sneak in a finger inside. He was stiff. nasty than any pussy he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the Virgo pickle with his finger, 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 virtuous dickhead 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 feeling of pain and joy, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing mind of his extremity penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain in the neck and half in luxuria. His sphincter was tender and tight and as Aaron flexed his articulatio coxae again, dipping deeper inside, he felt an intense pleasure wash over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern out void and aching.

Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his conquest delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his pelvis in an attempt to take more of Hank Aaron inside him. He groaned arduous and loud as his steaming SOB was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his handwriting 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 loosen no more. He relented, slamming his burning hard-on deep into Caleb's tight aching son of a bitch and his body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was aristocratic as he gathered rhythm, and then he picked up his pace and he started to fuck Caleb like he fucked those little girl he liked to deflect over on his very bed. But this wasn't like Aimee or Katie. It wasn't a kitty-cat he was slamming into, it was something pissed and more delicate and more pleasurable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his balls slapping against the penetrated ass and resting against Caleb's naked skin. And then he was fucking him, and Caleb was clawing at the bedsheets as Aaron stroked hard, each thrust sending a waving of pain in the ass and pleasance the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage dead body. He was moaning hard, hands of Caleb's pelvis and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the assuage thwack of Caleb's shit 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 strong and stream after watercourse of pent up, oily semen burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing member and suddenly his asshole was full and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's face 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 sour 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 human body that looked like dragons as Hank 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 live up to than he ever had with a lady friend and as the intoxicant made the shapes move he turned to Hank Aaron.

"Never fucked like that,"Henry Louis Aaron said, not breaking eye contact with the roof but sensing Caleb's middle on him. Caleb laughed and looked down his naked body to the creature 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 sexual climax so hard without cumming,'he said.

He leant down, delicately kissing the rise and falling chest of Aaron, the salty sweat on his hide 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 life started to recoil back and then he met Hank Aaron's gaze.

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

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


It was morning when they woke, raw and side of meat by incline on the ejaculate covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their charge 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.

Henry Louis Aaron wasn't even one-half way across the elbow room before Caleb reached him, his handwriting coming around and turning him back so they were face to side. Still au naturel, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his handwriting roamed down to the engorged member stood alert and longing.

Aaron smiled."Wondered how prospicient that would subscribe you,"he laughed.

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