The Chatroom

Aaron Green and Caleb Norman 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 other that afternoon, and hit up some call option of responsibility on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's bedroom, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted virulent but they put on a dauntless face in front of each other 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 teenagers appearance were more than than important. As they put the world to rights over a brewing squad Deathmatch raging in the Southern sheepskin coat, they let the day wash drawing over them and slow down into the two-bucket can in front end of Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the bedroom window, which looked out across the park, the drizzle blew left and right miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flats above a small-scale retail mental block at the early face of a sleepy bedroom village 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 parlous life of high school ; dependable looking, clear eyed with easily smiles. They had fuzz moulded into vogue and they cared a bit too very much, taking a bit too long in a morning time, with their looks. They wore labels ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo Bos and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect exemplar of a reckless genesis ; sexually charged and promiscuous and honorable looking and careless. They posted too many one-half naked photograph for young lady to drool over, chased young woman who acted ten yr 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 ; lad.

Aaron took a deep mouthful, tasting the rancour as it hit the back of his throat. Moving from cover, his fingers danced across the pad as he switched to his side of meat arm and blew away some poor screw with a double tap.

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

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Henry Louis Aaron said with a roguish grinning."Played a game of ‘ I'll show 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 bound of shimmer and he turned to Henry Louis Aaron and inclined his head.

"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 nipple early on. They're small but have it off they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. Her trunk is so tight, by the way. She had on some black legging, and it took her a while to take them off. I had to tease apart her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this screwing sozzled span of pink bloomers that were well too pocket-sized - I think she put them on on use. 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 lips but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so hard it was unreal. We stayed like that for a piece talking."

"What did you read 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 drawers I took off my Boxer and showed her the full thing."

Caleb was getting hard at the sentiment. He was beyond concentrating on the Playstation - especially with campers in child's play.

"You seen her since ?"

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

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a anteroom waiting for the next map, a couple of oddball talking scheme on headsets. Aaron took another drinking. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him last Xmas 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, gibe in one hired hand and hard to the detail of pain. On the screen of his roughened iPhone, held by the early, the ten-second image of Ellie letter carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her defined stomach was tense with cheek, and below that was her naked sex, mons shaved and just the commencement of prickles across her otherwise virgin cutis. 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 skin of his pecker up and down and each was greeted by the most sensational feeling. He turned his tv camera on and sent her one back, dick pointing to the moon, voiceless and thick and his purple head word coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality at the auditory sensation 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 times. Parents never leave her for long though so it's a bit hard."

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

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

"shtup off. Not possible."

"I'm serious."

Aaron and Caleb had both been with Alice Pier, and she had been the compressed either of them had had. She was a concert dance dancer and into her running and her soundbox 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 feeding bottle. It took two each before they were all over each early and one more before they reached the bedroom. They must have fucked five or six times that afternoon. She had been so tight when he had penetrated her for the first time that Henry Louis Aaron was sure he was going to tear her apart."Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, warm twat and through the slight plastic film of her virginity, and he had to reckon of every propagation he could to lay off 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 count, but even that experience nearly didn't help him. When he did finally gain climax she had locked her branch around his vertebral 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 lozenge. That much cum was enough to make an entire fleet of lady friend 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 house party one Saturday and they had slipped into a scanty sleeping room on a dare. He had pleased her so much that night that they had become friends with benefits 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 initiative time wasn't so good, she cried a bit and there was a bit of origin, but now she's an astonishing fuck."

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

"Second that, bro."


They downed to a greater extent can and played Thomas More Playstation and at about six took a fault to purchase order pizza. Hank 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, Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

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

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

Aaron grabbed another beer from the fridge and took the sleep of the pizza pie back into the bedroom. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an military action plastic film about a CIA federal agent and a Government conspiracy and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk.


Drinking soon overtook the pizza and the film became background stochasticity - 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.

Aaron loaded up his laptop, connected it up to the flatscreen and stupefy his Xbox camera on top of the TV. A few clicks later and Omegle was up. Chatrooms were fun, especially when it was alien and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated section, and they sniggered as he accepted the admonition of possible sexual depicted object. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this lode of times before, sometimes they got some cunning lady friend to talk to and dally with and once had convinced some Polish young woman to designate them all. Other times they just saw slobbish, corpulence fuckers with midget node jacking off. As the first chat loaded, Hank Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

"commencement,"he said with a spark in his eye.

The first chat loaded and they looked at each former in disappointment. A unseasoned Asian kid, probably about twelve, with methamphetamine too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward round as they looked at the screen, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his hand and started to flap. Another pulsation past, and Caleb raised his can and Aaron laughed hard and hit the relief valve key and moved to a different chat.

"No boss,"he said.

"Just a thickening,"Caleb laughed back.

The second base chat was initially Thomas More promising. A young girl was smiling back at them, brunette fuzz hanging over her left shoulder and a jolly face filling the screen. The screen told them that"Stranger is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected.

bankruptcy followed on the succeeding few chats, and the cans were going down quicker.

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

Henry Louis Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his hollow one at him as he rose, and he disappeared with a lurch."uncovering another chat,"he called back from the kitchen.

As Caleb loaded up another Old World chat, and another heap of loser - a fat balding man with dinner still on his shirt - Hank Aaron returned and tossed back a broad can. Caleb cracked it and changed confab.

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

"Fuck knows. All we can pull in is fucking bald-pated men."

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 More drinks, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our pommel out ?"

Caleb laughed but Aaron was deadly serious. The hard drink made him laugh even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Aaron nodded."nooky it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another screen door, another Wyrd looking man with chicken feed.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drink and thought. Aaron watched him.

"fucking it."


For a few consequence there was muteness. The two son just kind of looked at each early, the"connection lost"screen on the telecasting keeping their tete a tete private. Between them their center dared each early 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 jean and pulled down the fly so that the black cotton of his boxer shorts was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the mentation and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to check his moves. Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his root of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his tightfitting jean until they dropped at his ankle joint and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grayish American apparel boxers living accommodations a hump he could see was semi grown. Aaron followed Caleb's centre, and then looked back up at him, still with his pants up.

"pauperization me to do that for you,"he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb's blue jean until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each early again for a second, and then Aaron said they should get down to concern and he walked over to the TV and adjusted the photographic camera so that it was pointing further down. He said it was so that their faces weren't shown when they started. No stop risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro's tight to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

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

"Three,"Henry Louis 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 estimable acquaintance was packing. Below the inflect chest, which sloped into a delineate V from his pelvis, he was semi tough, brownness pubic hair's-breadth sprouting over the top of a dainty looking, smooth shaft. Caleb guessed Aaron was about six inches fully hard, and he made trusted to look him over before dropping his own boxers. Caleb was slightly with child, and slightly harder. The empurpled tip of his member peeked out from under his prepuce. 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 other naked loads of times. They regularly showered together and undressed in front of each former before and after football pattern. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly drunk and sexually excited and this was a new opinion. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his tool, with a unlike sort of flavor 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 drinking and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt cool against their au naturel tail end but they seldom noticed.

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

There was an air of excitement about being sat half in the nude person with each other. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and stole glances of each other when they thought the early wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a playlist on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chat room of eccentric in chalk and fat, overweight perverts and they drank more and cursed at the lack of action. Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of immature boys in Methedrine who looked about ten and told them to bang off back to their eccentric picture on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front of the television camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a full moonshine like that before.


chatroom passed and each one became the same, bored mundane face on a different body. They were all the fat old man or the flake kids and Caleb was getting bored at the unremitting inactivity, and he leaned back into the electric chair and let the medicine and the beer wash over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunkard, and a cool duck soup passed over his nude lowly half and he realised he wasn't just inebriate, but he was feeling pretty fucking salutary too. He reached down, curled his hand around his shaft and gave it a rolling wave, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his lips and he relaxed further into the president, slowly rolling his hand up and down his slowly engorging member. Hank Aaron caught him in the corner of his eye and he watched for a couple of second gear, finding his own dent, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the delight wash over him as he worked his hand up and down his beam. Caleb exclaimed that it was feeling swell, 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 sloshed kitty-cat and Caleb said he wanted Beth's slopped short pussy on him right that second and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his mind.

Caleb then stuck his point back into the electric chair and groaned hard."fucking ! This flavour so good."

"Wish there was somebody 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 beverage.

"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 narrate Aaron to pass him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few arcsecond. Caleb opened his eyes and turned to see what Henry Louis Aaron was doing. His hand had stopped and he was thinking. Then, after a few secondment, he turned to Caleb and said"well, go for it then."

Caleb then thought and then his hired hand stopped too.


He reached out initially tentative, waiting for the slapping away of his hand and the input of"fucking faggot"or something akin as Henry Louis Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to stop him and Caleb found himself closing his mitt around the warm, thick, throbbing shaft as Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt unlike to his own, and as his hand became accustom to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's cock was gruelling and bland and as he rolled his hand up and down, from the thick purple head down to the wax, haired clump, he heard Aaron's breathing spell changing and he looked up from his handiwork to see his oculus pressed closed and his sassing slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the hungriness in his own Ball wanted Aaron to reach out and do the same to him. With one manus still moving slowly up and down his own ray, rolling his fingers from base to tip, his early bridge player explored Aaron. The head appeared and disappeared behind the prepuce, and then he was wanting Sir Thomas More. 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 booze but in the moment he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each former in the dimming brightness of a Saturday eve 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 handwriting was on Caleb's son of a bitch and Caleb inhaled sharply. Aaron was provisionary, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few minutes they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each early, exploring each other, arms moving in bicycle-built-for-two.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an special couple of round to register what Aaron said next."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his deal 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 severe. 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 urge filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"piece of tail !"and he was blasting two, three, four monolithic ropes of cum over Henry Louis Aaron, over his pectus and his brass and his inguen 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 knees, between Aaron's leg and he took back control over 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 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 burning helmet with his tongue, moving his hand up and down and then he was bobbing and Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A handwriting came onto the vertebral column of his fountainhead, a strong mitt and Aaron was tensing and then rope after rope of thick, hot semen 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 oculus were running as this hot, piquant liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his boldness too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the death chair and Caleb kind of collapsed forward, not on Hank 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 beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the bathroom to clean up they were now stood facing each early, exhausted and yet More satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his sass 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 sound 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 prolonged beat,"that beats looking at knobs on Omegle."

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

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could differentiate you how the space had lessened between them. The strong drink was ignitor. matter were woozy. A salutary woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

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

"Don't pauperism 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 former was in fact a girl. Their lips explored delicately and then as the office took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then glossa with the taste of salinity still In Caleb's mouth, entered the equation and now they were back in the sleeping accommodation and the boxers were being kicked off and they were on the bed and Hank Aaron was on top.

Caleb's manpower were around him, touching him, feeling the high temperature and the sweat on Aaron's dead body and then it was down at his business firm ass and between his boldness and the desire between each of their legs burned with lustfulness. Aaron reached over into the nighttime board and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their center met for a second, as if that was the chance for any objection but Caleb just looked back and gave silent accord and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricant up and down his scape.

He told Caleb to get up and deflect 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 blotto little ass was in the air and Hank Aaron took some more of the lube and began to explore Caleb's stringent pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Henry Louis Aaron smeared the mixture around the entryway, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a finger inside. He was tight. Tighter than any snatch he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the Virgo the Virgin muddle with his fingers, Caleb moaned and Aaron's dent throbbed. Applying a footling bit more to the purple head of his cock, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's virginal shit and he shivered at the striking. He asked Caleb if he was set up 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 peter entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a look of pain and joy, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing drumhead of his fellow member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain and half in lust. His sphincter was ardent and mean and as Aaron flexed his rose hip again, dipping inscrutable inside, he felt an acute joy airstream over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern vacate and aching.

Aaron teased the garden pink rosebud of his conquest delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his coxa in an try to take to a greater extent of Aaron inside him. He groaned hard and loud as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Hank Aaron breathed hard, his hands clawing at Caleb's back as the tightness compressed against his medium, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the Saame teasing two-inch shag until he could razz no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's tight aching SOB and his dead body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was easy as he gathered rhythm method, and then he picked up his step and he started to fuck Caleb like he fucked those young woman he liked to bend over on his very bed. But this wasn't like Aimee or Katie. It wasn't a kitty-cat he was slamming into, it was something taut and more delicate and more pleasurable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his nut slapping against the penetrated ass and resting against Caleb's naked pelt. And then he was fucking him, and Caleb was clawing at the bedsheets as Hank Aaron stroked hard, each thrusting sending a wave of pain in the ass and pleasance the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, hands of Caleb's pelvic arch and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the gentle thwack of Caleb's asshole and then he felt what he so longed for, and Hank Aaron tensed up and he screamed out that he was going to cum and then it happened - he released heavy and stream after stream of pent up, oily semen burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing penis and suddenly his arse was full and he yelled out in sexual 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 orgasm that threatened to turn him inside out.


They didn't speak for a piece after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking plaster of the roof and he chased embodiment that looked similar flying lizard as Aaron's seminal fluid trickled out from inside him. Henry Louis Aaron was adjacent to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more gratify than he ever had with a young lady and as the alcohol made the soma move he turned to Aaron.

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

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

He leant down, delicately kissing the rising and falling chest of Henry Louis Aaron, the salty perspiration on his skin warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Henry Louis Aaron's cock in his manus. He teased the tip for a few seconds until life started to spring back and then he met Aaron's regard.

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

"good. My act,"he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his pip.


It was morning when they woke, naked and side by face on the semen covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their bearings and then as the computer memory of lowest 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 room before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were aspect to face. Still naked, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his hired man roamed down to the engorged penis stood alert and longing.

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

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