The Chatroom

Aaron Green River and Caleb St. Thomas thought they had matter figured out.

As they drunk from the john of cheap Fosters they had managed to buy with Hank Aaron's manipulate ID earlier that good afternoon, and hit up some Call of tariff on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Hank Aaron's bedroom, they were the pictorial matter of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a brave side in straw man 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 appearing, and for teen appearing were Thomas More than significant. As they put the world to right over a brewing Team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan hound, they let the day laundry over them and relaxed into the two-bucket seats in battlefront of Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the bedroom window, which looked out across the parking lot, the drizzle blew left and right miserably.


He lived with his Nana in the flats above a low retail block at the former side of meat of a sleepy bedroom village 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 teenager going through the perilous life of in high spirits school ; practiced looking, clear eyed with prosperous grin. They had tomentum moulded into styles and they cared a bit too much, taking a bit too long in a dawning, with their looks. They wore labels ; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Victor-Marie Hugo honcho and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the staring example of a reckless coevals ; sexually charged and sluttish and salutary looking and careless. They posted too many one-half naked picture show for girls to drool over, tail girls 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 sonny they were just that ; fellow.

Henry Louis Aaron took a cryptic taste, tasting the jaundice as it hit the rear of his throat. Moving from covert, his fingers danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and blew away some wretched ass 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 breath.

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Hank Aaron said with a mephistophelean grin."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 edge of gambol and he turned to Henry Louis Aaron and inclined his school principal.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"Fucking yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to flash me her tits early on. They're humble but fuck they look dainty. Then she took off her top and just had on this sports bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some black leging, and it took her a while to take them off. I had to taunt her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this fucking fast duo of pink breeches that were well too little - I think she put them on on determination. diddly, 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 intemperate it was insubstantial. We stayed like that for a while 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 packer and she could see my extrusion. Teased her for a bit with it, and then when she took off her bloomers 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 camper in gambol.

"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 round and fuck 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 eccentric talking scheme on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro's his Dad bought him death Christmas and thought about Ellie and her organic structure. 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 botheration. On the screenland of his fruity iPhone, held by the other, the ten-second image of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her defined stomach was tense up with nerves, and below that was her raw sex, mons shaved and just the start of spikelet across her otherwise Virgo skin. Her ramification were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the kickoff of moisture between her thigh gap. Each roll of his wrist moved the tegument of his shaft up and down and each was greeted by the most stunning touch sensation. He turned his camera on and sent her one back, gibe pointing to the lunar month, gruelling and thick and his purple head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality at the 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 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 close twat ever. Probably even rigorous than Alice's."

"nookie off. Not possible."

"I'm serious."

Aaron and Caleb had both been with Alice Pier, and she had been the rigorous either of them had had. She was a concert dance dancer and into her running and her consistency was amazing. Tight and toned and perfectly defined. Hank Aaron had taken her virginity one good afternoon when his Nana was out and it was just him and Alice hanging out on the park. They were flirting openly and taking motion picture 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 bedchamber. 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 indisputable he was going to tear her apart."Aaron. Oh God, it hurts,"she had cooed into his ear as he slipped his duration into her tight, warm cunt and through the fragile moving-picture show of her virginity, and he had to suppose of every times he could to blockade himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more young lady than they could count, but even that experience nearly didn't help him. When he did finally reach coming she had locked her legs around his back and pulled him so deep into her he reached a place he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so much of his cum that good afternoon he was pretty for sure he was empty for a week afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the anovulatory drug. That a great deal seed was enough to make believe an stallion fleet of girls fraught and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under dissimilar circumstances. They had both been drinking at a house party one Saturday and they had slipped into a fifth wheel sleeping room on a dare. He had pleased her so very much that Night that they had become ally with benefits for a while after. She now alternated between Aaron and Caleb - it was just sex.

Caleb continued."She hasn't even got tomentum yet. It's amazing. The first time wasn't so near, 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 cans and played more than Playstation and at about six took a break to order pizza. Henry Louis Aaron's Nana had left them a 20 on the buffet in the kitchen. As they devoured the fade and washed them down with beer, Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Hank Aaron shrugged."fantasy Omegle ?"he asked between mouthfuls."See which dirty mother fucker 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 back into the chamber. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an activity motion-picture show about a CIA agent and a Government cabal and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk.


imbibition soon overtook the pizza and the film became background signal noise - another let down after a call premiss. After two more mouthful and another new can opened they decided on Omegle and switched off the Playstation.

Aaron loaded up his laptop computer, connected it up to the flatscreen and stuck his Xbox television camera on top of the TV. A few chink later and Omegle was up. chat room were fun, especially when it was strangers and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated part, and they sniggered as he accepted the warning of possible sexual content. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drinkable. They had done this encumbrance of times before, sometimes they got some cute girls to talk to and flirt with and once had convinced some Polish girl to show them all. early metre they just saw slobbish, overweight fuckers with lilliputian knob jacking off. As the showtime chat loaded, Aaron took his radio keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

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

The showtime chat loaded and they looked at each other in disappointment. A Pres Young Asian kid, probably about twelve, with specs too big for his face, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward cadence as they looked at the screen door, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his bridge player and started to brandish. Another beat past, and Caleb raised his can and Hank Aaron laughed hard and hit the escape key and moved to a unlike schmooze.

"No boss,"he said.

"Just a knob,"Caleb laughed back.

The second schmoose was initially more promising. A Edward Young girl was smiling back at them, brunette hair hanging over her left shoulder and a pretty face filling the screen. The screen door told them that"Stranger is typing"but half way through the CRT screen froze and the schmoose disconnected.

failure followed on the next few schmoose, and the stern were going down quicker.

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

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 chat,"he called back from the kitchen.

As Caleb loaded up another chat, and another pot 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 screwing is everyone ?"Aaron asked as they moved through a twain Sir Thomas More screens.

"Fuck knows. All we can draw is fucking bald men."

Henry Louis Aaron took a boozing and laughed."Can't even get a dick,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more than rooms and a few Thomas More drinks, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our knobs out ?"

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

"On Omegle ?"

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

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another concealment, another Wyrd looking man with Methedrine.

"I will if you will ?"

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

"Fuck it."


For a few bit there was muteness. The two boys just kind of looked at each other, the"connection lost"screenland on the television keeping their tete a tete private. Between them their eyes dared each early into going first. Caleb took another drunkenness and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the booze, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the fly so that the black cotton plant of his boxer shorts was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the idea and he stood, waiting, for Henry Louis Aaron to match his moves. Aaron took another drink before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to flap down his tight-fitting jeans until they dropped at his articulatio talocruralis and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American language Apparel boxers lodging a bulge he could see was semifinal grown. Aaron followed Caleb's center, 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 denim until they dropped and then he stepped back. They looked at each early again for a instant, and then Aaron said they should get down to business concern 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 dot 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 packer.

"Three,"Hank 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 best protagonist was packing. Below the toned dresser, which sloped into a delimitate V from his pelvis, he was semi hard, brown pubic hair sprouting over the top of a courteous looking, smooth ray. Caleb guessed Henry Louis Aaron was about six inches fully hard, and he made for sure to look him over before dropping his own boxers. Caleb was slightly prominent, and slightly harder. The purplish tip of his member peeked out from under his foreskin. Aaron returned the examination and then he made a ‘ not bad'locution as he looked him over. They both grew a little harder. It was zilch knew to either of them, they had seen each other naked shipment of times. They regularly showered together and undressed in front man of each other before and after football practice. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly drink in and sexually excited and this was a new opinion. Aaron looked at Caleb, and then at his incision, with a different sorting of smell than he ever had done before. Neither of them were gay, and they had never had gay intellection, but this was something new to both of them. Aaron picked up his can and handed Caleb his. They brought the two together, took a drink and then sat back in the Recaro. It felt cool against their naked behinds but they seldom noticed.

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 statue 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 play list on in the background and the music relaxed them as they passed through chat room of geeks in glasses and fat, fleshy pervert and they drank more and cursed at the deficiency of bodily function. Henry Louis Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of young boys in glasses who looked about ten and told them to have a go at it off back to their geek videos on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front of the photographic camera and told the male child he bet they'd never seen a total moon like that before.


chatroom passed and each one became the same, bored quotidian face on a different physical structure. They were all the fat old man or the oddball kids and Caleb was getting bored at the incessant inactivity, and he leaned back into the chair and let the euphony and the beer wash over him for a second. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a poise piece of cake passed over his naked low-spirited half and he realised he wasn't just drunk, but he was feeling pretty fucking good too. He reached down, curled his hand around his diaphysis and gave it a drum roll, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"fuck"leave his mouth and he relaxed further into the chair, slowly rolling his manus up and down his slowly engorging member. Hank Aaron caught him in the corner of his eye and he watched for a couplet of indorsement, finding his own mother fucker, 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 mitt up and down his dig. 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 hunger for her stringent snatch and Caleb said he wanted Beth's tight little bitch 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."Fuck ! This spirit so good."

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

"They say if you use your early 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 Aaron to pass him one. Aaron did, and was silent for a few arcsecond. Caleb opened his optic and turned to see what Hank Aaron was doing. His handwriting 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 tentative, waiting for the slapping away of his handwriting and the comment of"fucking queen"or something akin as Aaron laughed it off but no such hand came up to stop 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 different to his own, and as his hand became habituate to the new member within his grasp, he felt himself growing just a small bit harder than he thought potential. He ached. Aaron's cock was hard and shine and as he rolled his script up and down, from the dense purple head down to the full, haired ball, he heard Hank Aaron's breath changing and he looked up from his handwork to see his heart pressed closed and his lips slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own balls wanted Aaron to reach out and do the Lapplander to him. With one hand still moving slowly up and down his own shaft, rolling his digit from stem to tip, his other hand explored Aaron. The head 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 venous blood vessel straining and suddenly he was looking at Aaron differently. Later, they would put it down purely to the hard drink but in the import he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each other in the dimming illumination of a Sat eve marred by intoxicant, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Hank Aaron's hand came over the chair, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Henry Louis Aaron's hand 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 minutes they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each other, exploring each other, arms moving in tandem bicycle.

Caleb groaned and told Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an special couple of beat to file what Henry Louis Aaron said next."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his hand was released from around Caleb's tool and his top was off and Henry Louis Aaron was sat there, naked and looking directly at Caleb."I'm 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 chouse until his wooden leg started shaking and an unmanageable urge filtered up through him from his toes to his tip and then Caleb was moaning out"screwing !"and he was blasting two, three, four massive ropes of cum over Henry Louis Aaron, over his breast and his face and his inguen and Aaron was moaning hard too and saying he was going to cum.


It was inherent aptitude that took over but Caleb sunk to his knees, between Aaron's ramification and he took back control over Henry Louis Aaron's turncock and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his mouth. Even if Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt warm and operose and it was throbbing and knowing little, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to riffle the burning helmet with his tongue, moving his hand up and down and then he was bobbing and Hank Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to stop. A hand came onto the back of his chief, a substantial hand and Aaron was tensing and then rope after Mexican valium of thick, hot ejaculate was plastering the backbone of Caleb's throat. He swallowed what he could but the military force and the inexperience took over and he was coughing and choking and his heart were running as this hot, salty liquidity filled his pharynx and then, as he pulled back, his case too and then it was done and Aaron was panting in the chair and Caleb variety of collapsed forward, not on Aaron, but hovering just in straw man of him, supported by the batwings on the chair.


They were in the kitchen in just their boxers getting to a greater extent beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the bathroom to make clean up they were now tolerate facing each other, exhausted and yet more satisfied than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his mouthpiece to speak and then closed it again. Henry Louis Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

And then they were looking at each other, two respectable 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 beatnik,"that beats looking at boss 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 tell you how the space had lessened between them. The booze was light. Things were woozy. A salutary 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 necessitate lady friend to cum. Obviously."

Hank Aaron smiled."Ever kissed a boy ?"

"Not yet."

Like the space 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 young lady. Their sassing explored delicately and then as the spot took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then tongues with the penchant of SALT still In Caleb's mouth, entered the equivalence and now they were back in the sleeping room and the boxer 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 oestrus and the effort on Aaron's soundbox and then it was down at his house ass and between his cheeks 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 centre met for a back, as if that was the chance for any expostulation but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit agreement and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricant up and down his spear.

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 closely little ass was in the air and Aaron took some more of the lubricating substance and began to explore Caleb's tight pink rosebud. Caleb shivered as Aaron smeared the mixture around the entrance, and then he moaned as he slowly started to tuck a finger's breadth inside. He was tight. sloshed than any pussy he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the virgin hole with his fingers, Caleb moaned and Aaron's prick throbbed. Applying a fiddling bit more to the violet head of his peter, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's virginal asshole and he shivered at the tangency. He asked Caleb if he was cook and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial electric resistance but it proved futile and as the tip of Aaron's cock entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a tone of annoyance and pleasance, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his pelvis and the throbbing foreland of his fellow member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out half in pain in the ass and half in lust. His sphincter muscle was warm and nasty and as Aaron flexed his hip again, dipping deeper inside, he felt an intense delight wash drawing over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern out hollow and aching.

Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his conquering delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his rosehip in an attempt to take Sir Thomas More of Aaron inside him. He groaned heavy and loud as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his handwriting clawing at Caleb's back as the concentration compressed against his sensitive, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the Lapplander teasing two-inch screw until he could rally no more. He relented, slamming his burning erection deep into Caleb's tight aching bastard and his body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Aaron was aristocratic 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 bend over on his very bed. But this wasn't like Aimee or Katie. It wasn't a pussycat 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 perforate ass and resting against Caleb's naked hide. And then he was fucking him, and Caleb was clawing at the bedsheets as Aaron stroked hard, each jab sending a moving ridge 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 hips and the squeaking of the bedsprings matching the gentle thwack of Caleb's shit and then he felt what he so longed for, and Henry Louis Aaron tensed up and he screamed out that he was going to cum and then it happened - he released strong and stream after stream of pent up, oily seminal fluid burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing member and suddenly his prick was full and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's nerve oceanic abyss in the bedsheets and Hank Aaron behind him, still inside and on top of him, drained and releasing the 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 ceiling and he chased flesh that looked similar dragons as Hank Aaron's germ trickled out from inside him. Aaron was future to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more satisfied than he ever had with a lady friend and as the alcohol made the chassis move he turned to Aaron.

"Never fucked like that,"Aaron said, not breaking eye contact with the cap but sensing Caleb's optic on him. Caleb laughed and looked down his naked dead body to the creature still glistening with their sex and the body he had never really looked at and he felt hard again, his cock 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 drawers of Aaron, the salty travail on his skin warm in his mouth. He traced it down and then took Aaron's hammer in his hand. He teased the tip for a few secondment until spirit started to spring back and then he met Henry Louis Aaron's regard.

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

"Good. My turning,"he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his spoilt.


It was morning when they woke, naked and side by side on the semen covered bedsheets. They lazed for a piece, gathering their armorial bearing and then as the remembering 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 one-half way across the room before Caleb reached him, his manus coming around and turning him back so they were face to face. Still bare, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his hand roamed down to the engorged penis stood alert and longing.

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

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