The chat room

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

As they drunk from the cans of tinny Stephen Collins Foster they had managed to buy with Aaron's fake ID sooner that afternoon, and hit up some phone call of responsibility on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Hank Aaron's bedroom, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a brave face in front end of each early 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 teenager appearances were more than than important. As they put the world to rights over a brewing squad Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day wash over them and relaxed into the two-bucket seats in front of Hank Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the sleeping room windowpane, which looked out across the parkland, the drizzle blew left and right miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flatcar above a low retail block at the other face of a sleepy bedroom village somewhere on the boundary of Manchester and he was just another distinctive fifteen yr old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teenagers going through the perilous life of high school ; good looking, realise eyed with easy smiles. They had hair moulded into dash and they cared a bit too practically, taking a bit too long in a morning, with their looks. They wore label ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo honcho and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect example of a reckless propagation ; sexually charged and sluttish and good looking and careless. They posted too many half naked mental picture for girls to drool over, chase after girls who acted ten years Old than they were and be every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the little girl they were fuckboys and to the gent they were just that ; feller.

Henry Louis Aaron took a cryptical taste, tasting the bitterness as it hit the back of his throat. Moving from covert, his digit danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and vaunt away some short nooky with a double tap.

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

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Henry Louis Aaron said with a diabolic 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 Aaron and inclined his principal.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"Fucking yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Henry Louis Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to flash me her tits early on. They're minuscule but fuck they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some pitch blackness leggings, and it took her a while to exact them off. I had to tease her for a bit until she did. love me, man. She had on this nookie tight duet of pink knee pants that were well too small - I think she put them on on purpose. dogshit, and then she took ‘ em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so mingy. Tried to get her to spread her lips but she was having none of it. shtup I was so hard it was unreal. We stayed like that for a while talking."

"What did you record her ?"

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

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

"You seen her since ?"

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

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a lobby waiting for the succeeding map, a couple of geek talking strategy on headsets. Aaron took another boozing. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him lowest Christmas and thought about Ellie and her consistency. 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, shaft in one hand and hard to the point of pain. On the covert of his nuts iPhone, held by the early, the ten-second range of a function of Ellie bearer, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her defined stomach was strain with boldness, and below that was her naked sex, mons shaved and just the beginnings of spikelet across her otherwise virgin hide. Her peg were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the root of moisture between her second joint gap. Each roll of his wrist moved the hide of his quill up and down and each was greeted by the most sensory feeling. He turned his television camera on and sent her one back, tool pointing to the moon, surd and deep and his purple head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to world at the speech 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 couple of clock time. Parents never leave her for hanker though so it's a bit hard."

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

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

"ass 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 professional dancer and into her running and her consistence 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 swing music until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Aaron's because the rain came and had found Nana's vodka feeding bottle. It took two each before they were all over each other and one more before they reached the bedroom. They must experience fucked five or six times that afternoon. She had been so rigorous when he had penetrated her for the number one metre 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 duration into her tight, warm twat and through the fragile movie of her virginity, and he had to retrieve of every multiplication he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Hank Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more girls than they could bet, but even that experience nearly didn't help him. When he did finally give climax she had locked her stage around his back and pulled him so deep into her he reached a space he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so a good deal of his seed that good afternoon he was pretty sure he was vacate for a hebdomad afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the pill. That a good deal seed was decent to relieve oneself an intact fleet of young lady meaning and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under unlike context. They had both been drinking at a house party one Sabbatum and they had slipped into a spare bedchamber on a dare. He had pleased her so much that nighttime that they had become friends with welfare for a while after. She now alternated between Henry Louis Aaron and Caleb - it was just sex.

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

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

"minute that, bro."


They downed more stern and played more than Playstation and at about six took a recess to order pizza. Hank 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, Hank Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Henry Louis Aaron shrugged."illusion 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 chamber. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an Action picture show about a CIA agentive role and a administration conspiracy and ate the rest of the pizza pie and wino.


imbibition soon overtook the pizza pie and the film became background knowledge dissonance - another let down after a promising premise. After two more mouthfuls 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 stick around his Xbox tv camera on top of the TV. A few pawl later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was strangers and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated department, and they sniggered as he accepted the warning of possible sexual depicted object. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this slews of sentence before, sometimes they got some cute girls to talk to and flirt with and once had convinced some smooth girl to testify them all. other sentence they just saw slobbish, fleshy fuckers with tiny knobs jacking off. As the first chat loaded, Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

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

The foremost chat loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A Cy Young Asiatic kid, probably about twelve, with methamphetamine too big for his human face, 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 hand and started to undulate. Another round past, and Caleb raised his can and Hank Aaron laughed hard and hit the escape key and moved to a different schmooze.

"No knobs,"he said.

"Just a knob,"Caleb laughed back.

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

loser followed on the next few schmoose, and the seat were going down quicker.

"Shit,"Caleb said,"at this rate we're going to be the dirty bastards with our thickening out."

Hank Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his abandon one at him as he rose, and he disappeared with a stagger."Find another confabulation,"he called back from the kitchen.

As Caleb loaded up another schmooze, and another heap of failure - a fat balding man with dinner 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 twain Thomas More screens.

"fuck knows. All we can attract 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 Thomas More rooms and a few more than drinks, Hank Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our knobs out ?"

Caleb laughed but Hank Aaron was deadly serious. The spirits made him laugh even more.

"On Omegle ?"

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

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another screen, another Weird looking man with ice.

"I will if you will ?"

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

"Fuck it."


For a few second there was secretiveness. The two boys just kind of looked at each other, the"joining lost"screen on the TV 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 booze, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the fly so that the Negroid cotton wool of his boxer trunks was seeable in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the thought and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to match his motion. Aaron took another potable before standing and matching Caleb in his get-go of undress. Fly down, he started to flap down his tight-fitting jeans until they dropped at his articulatio talocruralis and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American Apparel pugilist housing a gibbousness he could see was semi grown. Hank Aaron followed Caleb's eyes, and then looked back up at him, still with his knickers up.

"want me to do that for you,"he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb's jean until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each early again for a bit, and then Aaron said they should get down to clientele 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 tip risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro's nearer to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

"On three ?"Caleb said, hooking his fingerbreadth into the waistband of his boxer.

"Three,"Aaron said, dropping his underclothes and kicking them off. For a second he stood there, naked from the waist down and Caleb admired what his best champion was packing. Below the tone thorax, which sloped into a delimit V from his hip, he was semi hard, brown 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 boxershorts. Caleb was slightly bigger, and slightly harder. The majestic tip of his member peeked out from under his foreskin. Aaron returned the examination and then he made a ‘ not bad'face as he looked him over. They both grew a slight harder. It was zero knew to either of them, they had seen each former naked tons of times. They regularly showered together and ungarbed in front of each former before and after football game practice. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly tope and sexually excited and this was a new feeling. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his dent, with a dissimilar form of smell 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 drink and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt cool against their naked behinds but they seldom noticed.

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

There was an air of exhilaration about being sat half in the nude statue with each other. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and stole glimpse of each early when they thought the other wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a playlist on in the background and the medicine relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of eccentric person in glasses and fat, overweight perverts and they drank more and cursed at the want of activity. Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of young son in methamphetamine who looked about ten and told them to fuck off back to their geek videos on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in presence of the photographic camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a full-of-the-moon moon like that before.


Chatrooms passed and each one became the Same, bored mundane expression on a different 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 professorship and let the music and the beer airstream over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt rummy, and a cool picnic 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 light beam and gave it a curlicue, moving his hired hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his sassing 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 duad of seconds, finding his own shit, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the medicine up and started to imitate Caleb, feeling the pleasure backwash over him as he worked his hand up and down his shaft. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling great, and Aaron agreed and started talking about Ellie and what he wanted to do to her. Caleb moaned in correspondence as Aaron talked of his thirst for her rigorous twat and Caleb said he wanted Beth's closely piffling cunt on him right that secondly and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his head.

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

"wishing there was someone else here to do this though,"Henry Louis 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 early 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 transcend him one. Hank Aaron did, and was silent for a few seconds. Caleb opened his eyes 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 deal stopped too.


He reached out initially tentative, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the comment of"fucking faggot"or something akin as Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to arrest him and Caleb found himself closing his hand around the warm, midst, 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 fellow member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's peter was hard and still and as he rolled his bridge player up and down, from the thick purpleness head down to the full, hairy balls, he heard Aaron's breath changing and he looked up from his handwork to see his heart pressed closed and his mouth slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own balls wanted Henry Louis Aaron to reach out and do the Sami to him. With one hand still moving slowly up and down his own scape, rolling his finger's breadth from base to tip, his other hand explored Aaron. The head appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting Thomas More. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the surface, could see the venous blood vessel straining and suddenly he was looking at Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the booze but in the second he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each early in the dimming Inner Light of a Sat even marred by alcoholic beverage, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Aaron's manus came over the chair, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Aaron's hand was on Caleb's whoreson and Caleb inhaled sharply. Henry Louis Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the following few minutes they just sat there, drunkenness and pleasuring each other, exploring each other, blazon moving in tandem bicycle.

Caleb groaned and told Hank Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an special couple of round to cross-file what Aaron said next."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his bridge player was released from around Caleb's tool and his top was off and Henry Louis Aaron was sat there, naked and looking directly at Caleb."I'm sober. 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 legs started shaking and an uncontrollable 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 ropes of cum over Aaron, over his chest and his face and his groin and Henry Louis Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum.


It was instinct that took over but Caleb sunk to his knee, between Aaron's stage and he took back control over Hank Aaron's cock and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his mouth. Even if Henry Louis Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt warm and hard and it was throbbing and knowing minuscule, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to thumb the burning helmet with his tongue, moving his bridge player up and down and then he was bobbing and Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to block off. A helping hand came onto the backrest of his head, a strong hired man and Aaron was tensing and then leash after Mexican valium of midst, hot semen was plastering the back of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the force-out 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 face too and then it was done and Hank Aaron was panting in the electric chair and Caleb kind of give forward, not on Aaron, but hovering just in front end of him, supported by the batwings on the chair.


They were in the kitchen in just their underdrawers getting more beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the bathroom to clean up they were now stood facing each other, exhausted and yet more quenched than they had ever been. Caleb took a drinking and then opened his mouthpiece to mouth and then closed it again. Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

And then they were looking at each other, two in effect looking teenage son, and processing what they had just done and what had just happened. They drunk in silence.

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

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

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Hank Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could evidence you how the outer space had lessened between them. The John Barleycorn was light-headed. Things were woozy. A safe woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

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

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

Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the outer space what happened next could not be recounted with any accuracy 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 situation took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the taste of salt still In Caleb's oral cavity, entered the equivalence and now they were back in the bedroom and the boxer were being kicked off and they were on the bed and Henry Louis Aaron was on top.

Caleb's paw were around him, touching him, feeling the warmth and the sweat on Hank Aaron's body and then it was down at his business firm ass and between his cheeks and the desire between each of their branch burned with lecherousness. Aaron reached over into the Nox board and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their oculus met for a second base, as if that was the fortune for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave understood concord 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 fours and he leaned forward so that his face was on the pillow and his sozzled petty ass was in the air and Aaron took some to a greater extent of the lubricating substance and began to explore Caleb's cockeyed pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Henry Louis Aaron smeared the concoction around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a finger inside. He was sloshed. Tighter than any puss he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin hole with his fingerbreadth, Caleb moaned and Aaron's prick throbbed. Applying a little bit more to the purple head of his cock, Henry Louis Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's virgin bunghole and he shivered at the contact. He asked Caleb if he was quick 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 tool entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a feeling of pain and pleasure, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his pelvic girdle and the throbbing head of his fellow member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in bother and half in lecherousness. His sphincter muscle was warm up and tight and as Aaron flexed his coxa again, dipping thick interior, he felt an intense pleasure wash over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern empty and aching.

Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his conquest delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hips in an endeavour to take more of Aaron inside him. He groaned concentrated and loudly as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Hank Aaron breathed hard, his workforce clawing at Caleb's back as the niggardliness compressed against his medium, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the Sami teasing two-inch fuck until he could pester no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's tight aching asshole and his consistence jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Henry Louis Aaron was gentle as he gathered rhythm, and then he picked up his pace and he started to fuck Caleb like he fucked those girls 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 testicle 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 wave of pain and joy the like of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, paw of Caleb's pelvis and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the easy thwack of Caleb's bastard 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 tough and watercourse after current of pent up, oily semen burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing member and suddenly his bastard was wide-cut and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's font trench in the bedsheets and Aaron behind him, still inside and on top of him, drained and releasing the cognitive content of an sexual climax that threatened to turn him inside out.


They didn't speak for a patch after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking adhesive plaster of the roof and he chased condition that looked like dragons as Henry Louis Aaron's source trickled out from inside him. Henry Louis Aaron was following to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more satisfy than he ever had with a missy and as the alcohol made the bod move he turned to Aaron.

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

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

He leant down, delicately kissing the ascent and falling thorax of Henry Louis Aaron, the salty stew on his skin warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Henry Louis Aaron's cock in his hand. 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 lubricator.

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


It was morning when they woke, defenseless and incline by slope on the cum covered bedsheets. They lazed for a patch, gathering their bearings and then as the memories of last dark came back to them they agreed they would never tattle about it again."For the best,"they said.

Aaron wasn't even half way across the room before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were face to human face. Still nude, Caleb kissed Hank Aaron hard and his script roamed down to the engorged member stood brisk and hungriness.

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

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