The chat room

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 in the first place that afternoon, and hit up some Call of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's bedroom, they were the ikon of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitterly but they put on a brave face in front of each early as they sipped from the metallic derriere - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearances, and for teenager appearances were more than crucial. As they put the world to right over a brewing Team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Pashto, they let the day dry wash over them and relaxed into the two-bucket hind end in strawman of Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the bedroom window, which looked out across the park, the mizzle blew left and right on miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flat above a small retail block at the other side of a sleepy bedroom settlement 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 teenagers going through the perilous life-time of high shoal ; good looking, brighten eyed with well-to-do smiling. They had hair moulded into styles and they cared a bit too a great deal, taking a bit too long in a sunrise, with their looks. They wore labels ; Lacoste and Fred Oliver Hazard Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Victor Hugo political boss and they thought they understood biography and how it worked. They were the perfect exercise of a reckless genesis ; sexually charged and sluttish and respectable looking and careless. They posted too many half naked pictures for girls to slobber over, tail missy who acted ten years erstwhile than they were and live every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the fille they were fuckboys and to the gent they were just that ; lads.

Henry Louis Aaron took a deep mouthful, tasting the tartness as it hit the back of his throat. Moving from blanket, his fingers danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and bollix up away some inadequate fuck with a double up tap.

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

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Henry Louis Aaron said with a rascally grin."Played a plot of ‘ I'll show you mine if you show me yours'with her the former 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 headspring.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"ass yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Hank Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to flash me her pap early on. They're small but fuck they look squeamish. Then she took off her top and just had on this fun bra. Her consistency is so wet, by the way. She had on some black leggings, and it took her a patch to take them off. I had to razz her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this fucking tight pair of pink knickers that were well too minuscule - I think she put them on on purpose. diddly-squat, and then she took ‘ em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so compressed. Tried to get her to spread her lips 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 render her ?"

"Started with my joggers, pulled down just so she could see my V, then took em'off so I was just my in bagger 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 camping bus in turn.

"You seen her since ?"

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

Caleb laughed again. The secret plan had ended and they sat in a lobby waiting for the next map, a couple of geeks talking strategy on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him finis Christmas Day and thought about Ellie and her soundbox. 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 screenland of his cracked iPhone, held by the other, the ten-second image of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her define stomach was tense with nerves, and below that was her naked sex, mons shaved and just the beginnings of spikelet across her otherwise virgin tegument. Her wooden leg were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the offset of wet between her thigh gap. Each roll of his carpus moved the skin of his shaft up and down and each was greeted by the most sensational feeling. He turned his camera on and sent her one binding, pecker pointing to the moon, heavy and blockheaded and his purple promontory coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality at the phone 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 duet 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 twelve ?"

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

"Fuck 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 dancer 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 park. They were flirting openly and taking delineation and nearly kissed by the lilt until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Hank 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 bedchamber. They must suffer fucked five or six times that good afternoon. She had been so smashed when he had penetrated her for the first time that Henry Louis Aaron was sure as shooting he was going to bust her apart."Henry Louis Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, warm up cunt and through the flimsy pic of her virginity, and he had to cerebrate 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 count, but even that experience nearly didn't help him. When he did finally reach climax she had locked her legs 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 much of his seed that good afternoon he was pretty certainly he was empty-bellied for a calendar week afterwards and had made trusted she had gone on the pill. That much seed was plenty to lay down an entire fleet of missy pregnant 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 household political party one Saturday and they had slipped into a spare sleeping accommodation on a dare. He had please her so lots that dark that they had become protagonist with welfare for a while 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 time wasn't so effective, she cried a bit and there was a bit of blood, but now she's an amazing fuck."

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

"Second that, bro."


They downed more cans and played more Playstation and at about six took a break to ordination pizza. Aaron's Nana had left them a 20 on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the slice and washed them down with beer, Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Aaron shrugged."phantasy 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 bedroom. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an action at law motion picture about a CIA agent and a political science conspiracy and ate the residue of the pizza and drunk.


boozing soon overtook the pizza and the movie became background signal noise - another let down after a promising premise. After two more than mouthfuls and another new can opened they decided on Omegle and switched off the Playstation.

Hank Aaron loaded up his laptop computer, connected it up to the flatscreen and stay put his Xbox television camera on top of the TV. A few clicks later and Omegle was up. chat room were fun, especially when it was strangers and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated section, and they sniggered as he accepted the word of advice of possible sexual contentedness. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this loads of clip before, sometimes they got some cute miss to let the cat out of the bag to and flirt with and once had convinced some Polish missy to read them all. former prison term they just saw slobbish, corpulence fuckers with lilliputian knobs jacking off. As the first Old World chat loaded, Hank Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

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

The outset confab loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A young Asiatic kid, probably about twelve, with glasses too big for his human face, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward pulsation 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 measure past, and Caleb raised his can and Aaron laughed gruelling and hit the relief valve key and moved to a different schmoose.

"No knobs,"he said.

"Just a knob,"Caleb laughed back.

The moment Old World chat was initially Thomas More forebode. A young girl was smiling back at them, brunette tomentum hanging over her remaining berm and a pretty facial expression filling the projection screen. The screen told them that"Stranger is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected.

loser followed on the adjacent few chats, and the fundament were going down quicker.

"Shit,"Caleb said,"at this pace we're going to be the colly mongrel with our pommel out."

Henry Louis Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his empty-bellied one at him as he rose, and he disappeared with a stagger."discovery another New World chat,"he called back from the kitchen.

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

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

"piece of tail knows. All we can draw is fucking bald men."

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

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our knob out ?"

Caleb laughed but Aaron was deadly serious. The liquor made him express joy even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Aaron nodded."Fuck it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another CRT screen, another Weird looking man with glasses.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drinking and thought. Henry Louis Aaron watched him.

"Fuck it."


For a few moments there was muteness. The two boys just kind of looked at each other, the"connection lost"screen on the TV keeping their tete a tete private. Between them their oculus dared each other into going first. Caleb took another drinkable and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the spirits, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his denim and pulled down the fly so that the Negroid 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 match his relocation. Henry Louis Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to wind down his skinny denim until they dropped at his ankles and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American clothes drawers living accommodations a bulge he could see was semi grown. Hank Aaron followed Caleb's centre, and then looked back up at him, still with his pants up.

"Need me to do that for you,"he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb's jeans until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each other again for a second, and then Aaron said they should get down to business and he walked over to the TV and adjusted the tv camera so that it was pointing further down. He said it was so that their faces weren't shown when they started. No point risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro's closer to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

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

"Three,"Aaron said, dropping his underclothing and kicking them off. For a indorsement he stood there, naked from the waist down and Caleb admired what his best friend was packing. Below the toned chest of drawers, which sloped into a delimitate V from his renal pelvis, he was rig difficult, brown pubic hair sprouting over the top of a dainty looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six inch fully hard, and he made certainly to look him over before dropping his own shorts. Caleb was slightly bigger, and slightly harder. The purple tip of his fellow member peeked out from under his foreskin. Hank Aaron returned the examination and then he made a ‘ not bad'expression as he looked him over. They both grew a little harder. It was nothing knew to either of them, they had seen each former naked freight of clock time. They regularly showered together and divest in front of each other before and after football game practice. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly drunk and sexually rouse and this was a new feeling. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his cock, with a different sorting of facial expression than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay mentation, 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 boozing and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt cool against their naked bottom but they seldom noticed.

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

There was an air of excitement about being sat one-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 playlist on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of geeks in glasses and fat, overweight pervert and they drank more and cursed at the lack of activity. Aaron stood up and windmilled a chemical group of offspring boys in glasses who looked about ten and told them to get laid off back to their flake TV on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front of the tv camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a total Moon like that before.


Chatrooms passed and each one became the Saame, bored mundane face on a unlike body. They were all the fat old man or the oddball shaver and Caleb was getting bored at the constant inactivity, and he leaned back into the chair and let the music and the beer washout over him for a indorse. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a nerveless breeze passed over his naked down half and he realised he wasn't just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking near too. He reached down, curled his script around his shaft and gave it a roll, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"ass"leave his lips and he relaxed further into the professorship, slowly rolling his deal up and down his slowly engorging member. Aaron caught him in the recess of his eye and he watched for a couple of moment, finding his own motherfucker, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the pleasance dry wash over him as he worked his hand up and down his cock. 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 agreement as Henry Louis Aaron talked of his thirst for her slopped pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth's closely little snatch on him right that second and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his head word.

Caleb then stuck his read/write head back into the chairwoman and groaned hard."piece of ass ! This look so good."

"Wish there was individual else here to do this though,"Hank 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 say Aaron to pass him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few irregular. Caleb opened his middle and turned to see what Hank 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 doubtful, waiting for the slapping away of his mitt and the comment of"fucking faggot"or something consanguine as Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to halt him and Caleb found himself closing his hand around the warm, thick, throbbing shaft as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt dissimilar to his own, and as his hand became accustom to the new penis within his clutch, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's shaft was grueling and smooth and as he rolled his script up and down, from the thick purpleness head down to the wide-cut, hairy bollock, 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 ballock wanted Aaron to attain out and do the same to him. With one hired hand still moving slowly up and down his own shaft, rolling his finger's breadth from stem to tip, his other manus explored Aaron. The school principal appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting more. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the open, could see the veins straining and suddenly he was looking at Henry Louis 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 oculus and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Saturday even 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 bridge player was on Caleb's prick and Caleb inhaled sharply. Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few min they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each early, exploring each other, implements of war moving in bicycle-built-for-two.

Caleb groaned and told Hank Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an extra twain of beats to read what Aaron said following."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his mitt was released from around Caleb's hammer and his top was off and Aaron was sat there, naked and looking directly at Caleb."I'm dangerous. Fucking cum on me."He worked on himself again as Caleb stood up. Hank Aaron opened his legs and Caleb stood between them, rolling from tip to shaft until his branch started shaking and an uncontrollable urge filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"fucking !"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 seawall and Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum.


It was instinct that took over but Caleb sunk to his genu, between Henry Louis Aaron's legs and he took back control over Hank Aaron's pecker and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his oral fissure. Even if Hank Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt lovesome and hard and it was throbbing and knowing little, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to flick the electrocution helmet with his spit, moving his hand up and down and then he was bobbing and Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A hand came onto the back of his head, a unassailable hand and Aaron was tensing and then rope after rope of thick, hot come was plastering the book binding of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the effect and the inexperience took over and he was coughing and choking and his eye were running as this hot, salty liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his facial expression too and then it was done and Hank Aaron was panting in the professorship and Caleb sort of collapsed forward, not on Aaron, but hovering just in front of him, supported by the batwings on the chair.


They were in the kitchen in just their drawers getting more beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the lav to clean up they were now bear facing each other, exhausted and yet more gratify than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his sassing to verbalize and then closed it again. Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

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

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

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

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could secern you how the space had lessened between them. The booze was ignite. Things were woozy. A dependable woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

"Next estimable thing when there's no daughter around ?"

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

Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the distance 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 little girl. Their backtalk explored delicately and then as the spot took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then knife with the taste sensation of salt still In Caleb's mouth, entered the equation and now they were back in the bedchamber and the packer 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 sweat on Hank Aaron's trunk and then it was down at his firm ass and between his cheeks and the desire between each of their legs burned with lust. Aaron reached over into the Nox tabular array and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their middle met for a 2nd, as if that was the probability for any protest but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit understanding and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricator 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 miserly piffling ass was in the air and Aaron took some Thomas More of the lubricant and began to search Caleb's besotted garden pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Hank Aaron smeared the miscellanea around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a finger inside. He was mingy. pixilated than any snatch he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin trap with his fingers, Caleb moaned and Aaron's slit throbbed. Applying a little bit more to the purple chief of his prick, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entering to Caleb's vestal asshole and he shivered at the contact. He asked Caleb if he was make and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial resistivity but it proved futile and as the tip of Aaron's cock entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a touch of nuisance and pleasure, something he couldn't quite explain. Henry Louis Aaron dipped his rosehip and the throbbing pass of his member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain and half in lecherousness. His sphincter muscle was warm up and squiffy and as Aaron flexed his articulatio coxae again, dipping abstruse inside, he felt an intense joy washing over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern out empty and aching.

Henry Louis Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his conquering delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hips in an attempt to occupy more than of Aaron inside him. He groaned unvoiced and tawdry as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his hands clawing at Caleb's back as the parsimony compressed against his raw, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the Saami teasing two-inch fuck until he could tantalize no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's plastered aching SOB and his body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was docile as he gathered rhythm method of birth control, and then he picked up his rate and he started to have sex 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 balls slapping against the penetrate 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 wave of infliction and pleasure the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, hands of Caleb's hips and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the mollify 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 toilsome and flow after watercourse of pent up, oily come burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing appendage 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 table of contents of an climax that threatened to change by reversal him inside out.


They didn't speak for a while after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking sticking plaster of the roof and he chased human body that looked care Dragon as Henry Louis 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 striking with the roof but sensing Caleb's optic on him. Caleb laughed and looked down his naked body to the tool still glistening with their sex and the trunk he had never really looked at and he felt hard again, his cock engorging at the muckle.

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

He leant down, delicately kissing the rebellion and falling chest of Aaron, the salty sweat on his skin warm in his rima oris. He traced it down and then took Aaron's cock in his manus. He teased the tip for a few seconds until lifespan started to jump back and then he met Aaron's gaze.

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

"Good. My number,"he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his bad.


It was morning when they woke, defenseless and side by side on the come covered bedsheets. They lazed for a patch, gathering their bearings and then as the memories of last night came back to them they agreed they would never let the cat out of the bag 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 grimace. Still naked, Caleb kissed Henry Louis Aaron hard and his hand roamed down to the engorged member stood zippy and yearning.

Henry Louis Aaron smiled."Wondered how farseeing that would fill you,"he laughed.

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