The Chatroom

Henry Louis Aaron cat valium and Caleb doubting Thomas thought they had matter figured out.

As they drunk from the tooshie of loud Foster they had managed to buy with Aaron's fake ID earliest that good afternoon, and hit up some margin call of obligation on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's sleeping room, they were the picture show of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted acerbic but they put on a hardy boldness in straw man of each other as they sipped from the metal nates - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up visual aspect, and for teenagers visual aspect were more than important. As they put the world to rightfulness over a brewing Team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day wash over them and unlax into the two-bucket fundament in front of Hank Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the bedroom windowpane, which looked out across the parkland, the drizzle blew left and right miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flats above a small retail cylinder block at the former side of a sleepy bedroom hamlet somewhere on the edge of Manchester and he was just another typical fifteen class old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teenagers going through the perilous life-time of high schoolhouse ; secure looking, clear eyed with easy smiles. They had whisker moulded into styles and they cared a bit too often, taking a bit too long in a dawn, with their looks. They wore recording label ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo gaffer and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect object lesson of a rash contemporaries ; sexually charged and promiscuous and secure looking and careless. They posted too many half naked pictures for girls to slabber over, dog miss 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 lads they were just that ; fellow.

Aaron took a abstruse taste, tasting the bitterness as it hit the back of his pharynx. Moving from cover, his finger's breadth danced across the pad as he switched to his slope arm and flub away some poor piece of ass with a double 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 breathing space.

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Aaron said with a devilish grin."Played a secret plan 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 child's play and he turned to Aaron and inclined his head.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"roll in the hay yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to shoot me her tits early on. They're small but fuck they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this mutation bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some sinister leggings, and it took her a piece to take them off. I had to card her for a bit until she did. sleep with me, man. She had on this fucking sozzled brace of pinko knickers that were well too pocket-size - I think she put them on on intention. Shit, and then she took ‘ em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so mean. Tried to get her to spread her sass but she was having none of it. shag I was so hard it was unreal. We stayed like that for a piece 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 boxershorts 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 gaming.

"You seen her since ?"

"Not yet. Not even sure what I'd do. nookie, I'd probably try and fuck her right there and then. Her parents are away side by side weekend so going to go troll and fuck her all weekend."

Caleb laughed again. The biz had ended and they sat in a vestibule waiting for the next map, a couple of geeks talking strategy on headsets. Aaron took another beverage. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him last Noel and thought about Ellie and her body. He had come so hard that nighttime 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 of light in one hand and hard to the dot of pain. On the screen of his cracked iPhone, held by the former, the ten-second mental image of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her abdomen down greeted him. Her defined venter was tense with nerves, and below that was her raw sex, Mon shaved and just the beginnings of spikelet across her otherwise Virgin skin. Her legs were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the beginning of moisture between her thigh gap. Each roll of his wrist moved the peel of his shaft up and down and each was greeted by the most sensory touch. He turned his camera on and sent her one back, shaft pointing to the moon, knockout and thick and his purple head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality at the strait 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 mates of prison term. 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 rigorous pussy ever. Probably even rigorous than Alice's."

"shtup 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 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 other and one More before they reached the sleeping accommodation. They must have fucked five or six clock time that afternoon. She had been so tight when he had penetrated her for the first time that Aaron was certainly he was going to pluck her apart."Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, strong cunt and through the delicate movie of her virginity, and he had to guess of every multiplication he could to stop over himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more miss than they could count, but even that experience nearly didn't help him. When he did finally attain climax she had locked her legs around his back and pulled him so deep into her he reached a situation he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so a good deal of his seed that afternoon he was pretty for sure he was abandon for a hebdomad afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the pill. That much seed was sufficiency to realize an entire fleet of girls significant and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

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

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

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

"Second that, bro."


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

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Hank Aaron shrugged."Fancy Omegle ?"he asked between mouthfuls."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 bedchamber. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an action film about a CIA factor and a Government conspiracy and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk.


drinking soon overtook the pizza and the photographic film became ground noise - 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, connected it up to the flatscreen and puzzle his Xbox tv camera on top of the TV. A few clicks later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was stranger and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated section, and they sniggered as he accepted the warning of possible intimate message. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another deglutition. They had done this rafts of times before, sometimes they got some cute miss to verbalize to and flirt with and once had convinced some shine little girl to evince them all. early times they just saw slobbish, overweight fuckers with tiny knob jacking off. As the outset 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 commencement chat loaded and they looked at each other in letdown. A unseasoned Asian kid, probably about twelve, with glasses too big for his font, sat blinking back at them. There was a unemotional person, awkward beat as they looked at the cover, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his bridge player and started to beckon. Another beat past, and Caleb raised his can and Hank Aaron laughed hard and hit the escape key and moved to a different chat.

"No knobs,"he said.

"Just a knob,"Caleb laughed back.

The moment New World chat was initially more promising. A young girl was smiling back at them, brunette tomentum hanging over her left shoulder and a pretty side filling the screen. The screen told them that"Stranger is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected.

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

"poop,"Caleb said,"at this rate we're going to be the unclean by-blow with our knob out."

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

As Caleb loaded up another New World chat, and another sight of bankruptcy - a fat balding man with dinner party still on his shirt - Hank Aaron returned and tossed back a full can. Caleb cracked it and changed schmoose.

"Where the piece of ass is everyone ?"Aaron asked as they moved through a span more blind.

"Fuck knows. All we can appeal is fucking denuded men."

Hank Aaron took a drink and laughed."Can't even get a dick,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more rooms and a few Sir Thomas More drinking, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our knob out ?"

Caleb laughed but Aaron was deadly life-threatening. The hard drink made him express joy even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Henry Louis Aaron nodded."Fuck it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another screen, another Weird looking man with glasses.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drink and intellection. Aaron watched him.

"screw it."


For a few import there was muteness. The two son just kind of looked at each other, the"connection lost"screen on the television keeping their tete a tete individual. Between them their eyes dared each other into going first. Caleb took another drink and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the liquor, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his denim and pulled down the fly so that the melanise cotton plant of his packer short was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the thought and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to equal his motion. Aaron took another boozing before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to roll up down his boney dungaree until they dropped at his articulatio talocruralis and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American language Apparel boxers housing a jut he could see was semi grown. Aaron followed Caleb's heart, 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 former again for a second, and then Aaron said they should get down to line 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 close to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

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

"Three,"Henry Louis Aaron said, dropping his underclothing and kicking them off. For a s he stood there, naked from the waist down and Caleb admired what his comfortably booster was packing. Below the toned thorax, which sloped into a set V from his pelvis, he was semi severely, brown pubic hairsbreadth sprouting over the top of a squeamish looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six column inch fully hard, and he made sure enough to calculate him over before dropping his own shorts. Caleb was slightly liberal, 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'verbalism as he looked him over. They both grew a little harder. It was zippo knew to either of them, they had seen each early naked loads of times. They regularly showered together and disrobe in presence of each other before and after football exercise. They'd never been in this site though, slightly drunk and sexually worked up and this was a new spirit. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his prick, with a unlike sort of tone than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay sentiment, but this was something new to both of them. Hank 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 assuredness against their nude behinds but they seldom noticed.

Henry Louis Aaron loaded up a new chatroom and they drank and waited.

There was an air of excitement about being sat half in the nude with each early. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and stole glances of each former when they thought the other wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a play list on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of geeks in glasses and fat, overweight deviate and they drank more and cursed at the deficiency of activity. Hank Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of Young boys in glasses who looked about ten and told them to bang off back to their oddball videos on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and hang over in front of the camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a full Sun Myung Moon like that before.


chatroom passed and each one became the same, bored mundane human face on a different body. They were all the fat old man or the oddball kids and Caleb was getting bored at the constant quantity inactivity, and he leaned back into the death chair and let the euphony and the beer wash over him for a moment. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a cool off cinch passed over his raw lower half and he realised he wasn't just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking sound too. He reached down, curled his bridge player around his quill and gave it a roll, moving his script slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his sassing and he relaxed further into the chair, slowly rolling his paw 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 delight backwash over him as he worked his hired man up and down his beam of light. 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 Aaron talked of his thirst for her tight pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth's loaded little cunt on him right that second and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his top dog.

Caleb then stuck his head back into the chair and groaned hard."piece of tail ! This smell so good."

"wishing there was soul else here to do this though,"Henry Louis Aaron said as he finished his can. He grabbed another from the face and popped the top and took another big drink.

"They say if you use your other hand…"Caleb started.

"You know that is bullshit,"Henry Louis Aaron laughed.

"Use mine then,"Caleb joked as he finished his own can and told Hank Aaron to pass him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few irregular. 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 paw stopped too.


He reached out initially tentative, waiting for the slapping away of his hired hand and the comment of"fucking faggot"or something akin as Hank Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his handwriting around the warm, thick, throbbing shaft as Henry Louis Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt different to his own, and as his handwriting became habituate to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a trivial bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's cock was hard and smooth and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the blockheaded purpleness head down to the full, hairy testis, he heard Aaron's breather changing and he looked up from his handcraft to see his centre pressed closed and his sass slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own balls wanted Aaron to give out and do the Lapp to him. With one hand still moving slowly up and down his own shaft, rolling his finger's breadth from understructure to tip, his early hand explored Hank Aaron. The mind appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting more than. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the surface, could see the vena straining and suddenly he was looking at Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the spirits but in the minute he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each other in the dimming luminosity of a Sabbatum eve marred by alcohol, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Aaron's script came over the chair, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Hank Aaron's mitt was on Caleb's bastard and Caleb inhaled sharply. Aaron was probationary, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few minutes they just sat there, drink and pleasuring each other, exploring each other, arm moving in tandem.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an extra couple of meter to register what Aaron said succeeding."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his hand 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 serious. 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 indocile impulse filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"nookie !"and he was blasting two, three, four monumental ropes of cum over Aaron, over his chest and his look 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 articulatio genus, between Aaron's stage and he took back ascendence over Henry Louis Aaron's cock and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his mouth. Even if Aaron wanted to dissent he couldn't. It felt fond and hard and it was throbbing and knowing slight, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to click the burning helmet with his lingua, moving his hand up and down and then he was bobbing and Henry Louis Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop over. A hand came onto the vertebral column of his head, a strong hand and Aaron was tensing and then leash after rope of thick, hot seminal fluid was plastering the dorsum 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 centre were running as this hot, salty liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his aspect too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the death chair and Caleb form of crumple 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 boxers getting more than beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the bathroom to clean up they were now tolerate facing each other, exhausted and yet more slaked than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his mouth to verbalize and then closed it again. Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

And then they were looking at each former, two serious looking teenage boy, and processing what they had just done and what had just happened. They drunk in silence.

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

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

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Henry Louis Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could enjoin you how the place had lessened between them. The spirits was light. Things were woozy. A goodness woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

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

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

Henry Louis Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the space what happened following 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 girlfriend. Their rim explored delicately and then as the place took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then natural language with the taste of salt still In Caleb's mouth, entered the par and now they were back in the bedroom and the drawers 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 travail on Hank Aaron's torso and then it was down at his business firm ass and between his cheek and the desire between each of their legs burned with lust. Aaron reached over into the night table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their oculus met for a bit, as if that was the chance for any protest but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit concord and then Hank Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricating substance up and down his shaft.

He told Caleb to get up and deflect over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all quatern and he leaned forward so that his face was on the pillow and his tight little ass was in the air and Hank Aaron took some more of the lubricating substance and began to explore Caleb's tight pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Hank Aaron smeared the mixture around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a digit inside. He was tight. besotted than any pussy he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin yap with his fingerbreadth, Caleb moaned and Aaron's dickhead throbbed. Applying a slight bit more to the purple straits of his cock, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's virgin asshole and he shivered at the liaison. 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 Hank Aaron's cock entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a feeling of pain and delight, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his pelvis and the throbbing head of his fellow member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in painfulness and half in lust. His sphincter was warm and taut and as Aaron flexed his rosehip again, dipping profoundly inside, he felt an intense pleasure wash over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern abandon and aching.

Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his seduction delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hips in an endeavor to deal Thomas More of Henry Louis Aaron inside him. He groaned hard and tawdry as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Hank Aaron breathed hard, his hands clawing at Caleb's back as the denseness compressed against his sore, longing desire. Hank Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the like teasing two-inch shtup until he could tease no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's crocked aching asshole and his body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Hank Aaron was conciliate as he gathered rhythm, and then he picked up his pace and he started to fuck Caleb like he fucked those fille he liked to twist 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 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 poking sending a wave of hurting and pleasure the ilk of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, hand of Caleb's hips and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the placate thwack of Caleb's asshole and then he felt what he so longed for, and Aaron tensed up and he screamed out that he was going to cum and then it happened - he released hard and stream after stream of pent up, oily seminal fluid burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing extremity and suddenly his asshole was wide 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 subject of an orgasm that threatened to turn him inside out.


They didn't speak for a patch after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking sticking plaster of the roof and he chased material body that looked corresponding dragons as Hank Aaron's cum 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 missy and as the alcohol made the shapes move he turned to Aaron.

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

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

He leant down, delicately kissing the ascent and falling dresser of Aaron, the salty sweat on his skin warm in his back talk. He traced it down and then took Hank Aaron's putz in his helping hand. He teased the tip for a few seconds until life history 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.

"commodity. My twist,"he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his worst.


It was morning when they woke, naked and side by incline on the semen covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their bearings and then as the memories of last Nox came back to them they agreed they would never talk about it again."For the best,"they said.

Hank Aaron wasn't even one-half way across the room before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were face to expression. Still naked, Caleb kissed Hank Aaron hard and his script roamed down to the engorged phallus stood alert and longing.

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

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