The Chatroom

Aaron putting surface and Caleb Dylan Thomas thought they had things figured out.

As they drunk from the cans of cheap Stephen Collins Foster they had managed to buy with Aaron's faker ID earlier that afternoon, and hit up some Call of duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's chamber, they were the scene of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted vitriolic but they put on a gay face in nominal head of each other as they sipped from the metallic keister - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearance, and for teenagers appearances were Thomas More than important. As they put the world to rights over a brewing team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day laundry over them and relaxed into the two-bucket seats in front line 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 retail stop at the early side of a sleepy bedchamber hamlet somewhere on the sharpness of Manchester and he was just another typical fifteen class old. They both were. They were what you'd expect from two teenager going through the perilous life of high shoal ; right looking, clear eyed with easy smiles. They had whisker moulded into manner and they cared a bit too lots, taking a bit too long in a morning time, with their flavour. They wore labels ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo knob and they thought they understood aliveness and how it worked. They were the perfect example of a heedless generation ; sexually charged and sluttish and upright looking and careless. They posted too many half naked scene for girls to drool over, chased girl who acted ten years older than they were and survive every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the girls they were fuckboys and to the lads they were just that ; lads.

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

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

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Aaron said with a devilish grin."Played a game of ‘ I'll appearance 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 limit of play and he turned to Aaron and inclined his head.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"shtup yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to shoot me her tits early on. They're small but nooky they look nice. Then she took off her top and just had on this variation bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some smutty leging, and it took her a spell to direct them off. I had to tease her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this fucking soaked twain of pink knickerbockers that were well too belittled - I think she put them on on design. Shit, and then she took ‘ em off and it looked amazing. She was freshly shaved and it looked so closely. Tried to get her to go around her back talk but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so hard it was unsubstantial. We stayed like that for a patch talking."

"What did you bear witness her ?"

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

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

"You seen her since ?"

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

Caleb laughed again. The secret plan had ended and they sat in a third house waiting for the next map, a match of geeks talking scheme on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him last Yuletide and thought about Ellie and her body. 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, putz in one handwriting and hard to the point of pain. On the blind of his cracked iPhone, held by the other, the ten-second image of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her tum down greeted him. Her defined venter was strain with boldness, and below that was her nude sex, Monday shaved and just the start of sticker across her otherwise Virgin cutis. Her peg were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the showtime of wet between her thigh gap. Each roll of his wrist moved the skin of his barb up and down and each was greeted by the most arresting touch sensation. He turned his camera on and sent her one rear, shaft pointing to the moon, hard and thick and his purple head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality 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 times. Parents never leave her for longsighted 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 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 mean either of them had had. She was a concert dance dancer and into her running and her body was amazing. Tight and toned and perfectly defined. Henry Louis Aaron had taken her virginity one afternoon when his Nana was out and it was just him and Alice hanging out on the green. They were flirting openly and taking pictures and nearly kissed by the golf shot 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 sleeping accommodation. They must make fucked five or six meter that afternoon. She had been so mean when he had penetrated her for the first clip that Hank Aaron was surely he was going to buck her apart."Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his length into her tight, tender snatch and through the fragile film of her virginity, and he had to intend of every multiplication he could to lay off 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 supporter him. When he did finally strain coming she had locked her legs around his dorsum and pulled him so deep into her he reached a stead he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so much of his ejaculate that afternoon he was pretty sure he was empty for a week afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the anovulatory drug. That much seed was enough to clear an integral fleet of girls pregnant and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under different destiny. They had both been drinking at a theater party one Saturday and they had slipped into a excess sleeping room on a dare. He had pleased her so much that night that they had become friends with welfare for a while after. She now alternated between Aaron and Caleb - it was just sex.

Caleb continued."She hasn't even got pilus yet. It's amazing. The first base clock time wasn't so good, she cried a bit and there was a bit of stemma, but now she's an awe-inspiring fuck."

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

"moment that, bro."


They downed more than fundament and played More Playstation and at about six took a prison-breaking to order pizza pie. Hank Aaron's Nana had left them a twenty on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the slice and washed them down with beer, Hank Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Aaron shrugged."Fancy Omegle ?"he asked between mouthful."See which dirty prick have their knobs out tonight."

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

Henry Louis Aaron grabbed another beer from the fridge and took the rest of the pizza back into the bedroom. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an Action film about a CIA broker and a governing cabal and ate the respite of the pizza and drunk.


Drinking soon overtook the pizza and the picture show became background signal 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 stick to his Xbox camera on top of the TV. A few chink 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 word of advice of possible sexual content. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drink. They had done this loading of times before, sometimes they got some cute girls to talk to and flirt with and once had convinced some brush up girl to demonstrate them all. other meter they just saw slobbish, overweight fuckers with tiny node jacking off. As the first chat loaded, Aaron took his radio keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

"get-go,"he said with a twinkle in his eye.

The world-class schmooze loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A untested Asiatic kid, probably about twelve, with glasses too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward meter as they looked at the screen, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his deal and started to roll. Another meter past, and Caleb raised his can and Henry Louis Aaron laughed unvoiced and hit the evasion key and moved to a different chat.

"No knobs,"he said.

"Just a knob,"Caleb laughed back.

The indorse chat was initially Sir Thomas More promising. A unseasoned young woman was smiling back at them, brunette hair hanging over her go forth shoulder joint and a somewhat face filling the covert. The screen door told them that"alien is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected.

loser followed on the next few chats, and the cans were going down quicker.

"diddley,"Caleb said,"at this charge per unit we're going to be the begrime bastard with our knobs out."

Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his empty one at him as he rose, and he disappeared with a stagger."uncovering another 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.

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

Aaron took a drink and laughed."Can't even get a prick,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few to a greater extent rooms and a few more than boozing, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our knobs out ?"

Caleb laughed but Hank Aaron was deadly life-threatening. The booze made him laugh even more.

"On Omegle ?"

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

Caleb took another swallow."Do you want ?"

Another screen, another weird looking man with glasses.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drink and thought. Aaron watched him.

"Fuck it."


For a few instant there was quiet. The two boy just variety of looked at each other, the"connector lost"screen on the television receiver keeping their tete a tete common soldier. Between them their eye dared each former into going first. Caleb took another beverage and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the liquor, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his blue jean and pulled down the fly so that the black-market cotton of his boxer shorts was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the thinking and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to match his movement. Henry Louis Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his boney jeans until they dropped at his ankle joint and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American English dress bagger housing a bulge he could see was rig grown. Aaron followed Caleb's eyes, and then looked back up at him, still with his pants up.

"Need me to do that for you,"he joked as he walked over and tugged at Caleb's jean until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each other again for a second, and then Hank Aaron said they should get down to commercial enterprise 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 pointedness risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro's near to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

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

"ternary,"Aaron said, dropping his underwear and kicking them off. For a second he stood there, naked from the waistline down and Caleb admired what his comfortably friend was packing. Below the toned pectus, which sloped into a delimit V from his pelvis, he was articulated lorry tough, brown pubic hair sprouting over the top of a prissy 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 packer. Caleb was slightly bigger, and slightly harder. The purple tip of his member peeked out from under his foreskin. Aaron returned the exam and then he made a ‘ not bad'expression as he looked him over. They both grew a lilliputian harder. It was nothing knew to either of them, they had seen each former naked consignment of times. They regularly showered together and undressed in front of each other before and after football game practice. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly drunk and sexually activated and this was a new notion. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his prick, with a different sort of look than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay 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 assuredness against their naked behinds but they seldom noticed.

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

There was an air of exhilaration about being sat one-half in the nude with each other. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and slip glances of each early when they thought the other wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a play list on in the backcloth and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of geek in chalk and fat, heavy perverts and they drank more and cursed at the lack of bodily process. Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of youth boys in chalk who looked about ten and told them to have a go at it off back to their flake video on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in battlefront of the tv camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a full moon like that before.


chat room passed and each one became the same, bored quotidian face on a different body. They were all the fat old man or the geek kids and Caleb was getting bored at the constant inertia, and he leaned back into the chair and let the music and the beer wash over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a cool gentle wind passed over his raw depleted one-half and he realised he wasn't just rummy, but he was feeling pretty fucking good too. He reached down, curled his hand around his dig and gave it a roll, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his lips and he relaxed further into the professorship, slowly rolling his hand up and down his slowly engorging member. Aaron caught him in the turning point of his eye and he watched for a distich of moment, finding his own dickhead, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the pleasure airstream 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 agreement as Hank Aaron talked of his thirst for her compressed pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth's pixilated fiddling cunt on him right that second and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his head.

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

"Wish there was somebody else here to do this though,"Aaron said as he finished his can. He grabbed another from the side and popped the top and took another big drink.

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

"You know that is bullshit,"Aaron laughed.

"Use mine then,"Caleb joked as he finished his own can and say Hank Aaron to pass him one. Henry Louis 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 endorsement, 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 bridge player and the input of"fucking faggot"or something akin as Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to check him and Caleb found himself closing his hand around the warm, midst, throbbing shaft as Henry Louis Aaron removed his own and leaned into the Recaro. It felt dissimilar to his own, and as his hand became accustom to the new member within his clench, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Aaron's prick was hard and quiet and as he rolled his hired man up and down, from the thick purple head down to the full, hairy balls, he heard Aaron's breath changing and he looked up from his handicraft to see his centre pressed closed and his lips slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own ballock wanted Aaron to extend to out and do the Lapp to him. With one helping hand still moving slowly up and down his own shaft, rolling his finger's breadth from al-Qaeda to tip, his other handwriting explored Henry Louis Aaron. The chief appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting more. He could see the glint of the precum as it laced the surface, could see the nervure straining and suddenly he was looking at Hank Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the John Barleycorn but in the moment he wanted more. And then Hank Aaron was opening his heart and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Saturday evening marred by alcoholic drink, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Henry Louis Aaron's hand came over the chair, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Hank Aaron's helping hand was on Caleb's motherfucker and Caleb inhaled sharply. Hank Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the next few bit they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each other, 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 extra twain of beats to register what Aaron said adjacent."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his hired 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 severe. 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 legs started shaking and an uncontrollable urge filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"ass !"and he was blasting two, three, four monumental ropes of cum over Aaron, over his breast and his face and his groin and Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum.


It was replete that took over but Caleb sunk to his knees, between Henry Louis Aaron's stage and he took back control over 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 trivial, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to jerk the combustion helmet with his tongue, moving his manus up and down and then he was bobbing and Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to finish. A hand came onto the binding of his mind, a strong hand and Aaron was tensing and then rope after forget me drug of midst, hot semen was plastering the back of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the force play and the inexperience took over and he was coughing and choking and his heart were running as this hot, salty liquid filled his throat and then, as he pulled back, his face too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the chair and Caleb kind of collapse forward, not on Henry Louis 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 john to make clean up they were now stood facing each other, exhausted and yet more satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a crapulence and then opened his oral cavity to utter and then closed it again. Hank Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

And then they were looking at each early, two good 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 prolonged beat,"that beats looking at knobs on Omegle."

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

"Yeah. What should we do ?"Caleb.

"Next ?"Aaron.

They were closer now although neither could recount you how the space had lessened between them. The booze was spark. 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 fille around ?"

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

Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the blank what happened next could not be recounted with any accuracy but they were kissing in the kitchen, delicately at first as if the early was in fact a girl. Their rim explored delicately and then as the post took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the gustatory perception of salt still In Caleb's lip, entered the equivalence and now they were back in the sleeping room and the shorts 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 hotness and the sweat on Aaron's body and then it was down at his firm ass and between his impertinence and the desire between each of their legs burned with lecherousness. Aaron reached over into the night table and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their optic met for a second, as if that was the luck for any remonstration but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit agreement and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricant up and down his dig.

He told Caleb to get up and turn away over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all fours and he leaned forward so that his expression was on the pillow and his miserly lilliputian ass was in the air and Aaron took some Thomas More of the lube and began to explore Caleb's tight pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Henry Louis Aaron smeared the mixture around the entree, and then he moaned as he slowly started to insert a finger's breadth inside. He was stringent. compressed than any slit he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin trap with his finger's breadth, Caleb moaned and Aaron's SOB throbbed. Applying a little bit more to the purple head of his shaft, Hank Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's pure asshole and he shivered at the impinging. He asked Caleb if he was ready and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial impedance but it proved futile and as the tip of Aaron's putz entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a feeling of nuisance and pleasure, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing chief of his member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain and half in lecherousness. His sphincter was quick and close and as Henry Louis Aaron flexed his hips again, dipping deeper inside, he felt an intense joy lavation over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern discharge and aching.

Hank Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his conquest delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hip in an attempt to exact More of Aaron inside him. He groaned laborious and loud as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Hank Aaron breathed hard, his helping hand clawing at Caleb's back as the niggardliness compressed against his sensitive, longing desire. Hank Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the Sami teasing two-inch shtup until he could tease no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's close aching arsehole and his consistence jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Henry Louis Aaron was lenify as he gathered rhythm, and then he picked up his pace and he started to sleep with Caleb like he fucked those female child he liked to crouch 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 slopped and Sir Thomas More delicate and more enjoyable. 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 thrusting sending a undulation of pain and pleasure the likes of which Caleb had never felt surging through his teenage body. He was moaning hard, hands of Caleb's rosehip 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 operose and stream after current of pent up, oily semen burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing appendage and suddenly his asshole was wax and he yelled out in coming, Caleb's face trench in the bedsheets and Aaron behind him, still inside and on top of him, drained and releasing the cognitive content of an orgasm that threatened to sprain him inside out.


They didn't speak for a spell after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking plaster of the roof and he chased anatomy that looked wish dragons as Aaron's seminal fluid trickled out from inside him. Hank Aaron was side by side 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 figure move he turned to Aaron.

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

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

He leant down, delicately kissing the rising and falling chest of Aaron, the salty sweat on his skin warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Aaron's pecker in his hand. He teased the tip for a few seconds until life started to jump back and then he met Hank Aaron's gaze.

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

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


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

Aaron wasn't even half way across the room before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were case to face. Still naked, Caleb kissed Henry Louis Aaron hard and his handwriting roamed down to the engorged penis stood alert and hungriness.

Henry Louis Aaron smiled."Wondered how foresighted that would take you,"he laughed.

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