The chat room

Aaron special K and Caleb Thomas the doubting Apostle thought they had things figured out.

As they drunk from the butt of cheap Fosters they had managed to buy with Hank Aaron's postiche ID earlier that good afternoon, and hit up some Call of obligation on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron's bedchamber, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a braw face in battlefront of each other as they sipped from the metallic behind - it wasn't about whether or not they liked it. It was about keeping up appearances, and for adolescent appearances were more than important. As they put the world to rights over a brewing team Deathmatch raging in the Southern Afghan, they let the day wash over them and relaxed into the two-bucket butt in straw man of Aaron's bed. It was raining outside ; it always was around there, and from the bedroom window, 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 block at the early slope of a sleepy bedchamber 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 teen going through the perilous spirit of senior high school school ; good looking, top eyed with well-off smiles. They had hair moulded into styles and they cared a bit too much, taking a bit too long in a morning, with their looks. They wore recording label ; Lacoste and Fred Matthew Calbraith Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Victor Hugo foreman and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect good example of a reckless multiplication ; sexually charged and wanton and effective looking and careless. They posted too many half au naturel scene for girlfriend to drool over, go after little girl who acted ten years former than they were and hold out every day like it would be gone tomorrow. To the fille they were fuckboys and to the lads they were just that ; sonny boy.

Hank Aaron took a mysterious mouthful, tasting the jaundice as it hit the vertebral column of his throat. Moving from book binding, his digit danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and blew away some poor piece of tail with a double tap.

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

"Why's that ?"

"She's filthy."

"Yeah ?"

"Yeah,"Aaron said with a devilish smile."Played a secret plan of ‘ I'll show you mine if you show me yours'with her the former night."

Caleb died again, sniped by one of those camping fuckers somewhere outside the boundaries of free rein and he turned to Aaron and inclined his mind.

"And ?"

"Everything."

"Yeah ?"

"fucking yeah."

Caleb smiled."Did you show her yours ?"

Henry Louis Aaron shrugged."Course."

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

"Amazing. Got her to twinkle me her tits early on. They're pocket-sized but fuck they look gracious. Then she took off her top and just had on this mutant bra. Her body is so tight, by the way. She had on some lightlessness leggings, and it took her a while to film them off. I had to fluff her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this shag blind drunk pair of pinko knickers that were well too small - I think she put them on on purpose. 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 back talk but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so heavily it was insubstantial. We stayed like that for a while talking."

"What did you show up 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 jut. Teased her for a bit with it, and then when she took off her knee pants 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 manoeuvre.

"You seen her since ?"

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

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a antechamber waiting for the next map, a twain of geeks talking scheme on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Negro Recaro's his Dad bought him last Christmas and thought about Ellie and her torso. He had come so backbreaking 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 handwriting and hard to the point of pain. On the covert of his break through iPhone, held by the former, the ten-second image of Ellie Carrier, naked from the top of her stomach down greeted him. Her define tum was strain with spunk, and below that was her naked sex, mons pubis shaved and just the source of prickles across her otherwise Virgo skin. Her branch were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the beginning of moisture between her thigh gap. Each scroll of his wrist moved the tegument of his shaft up and down and each was greeted by the most arresting feeling. He turned his camera on and sent her one cover, shaft pointing to the moon, hard and thick and his regal head coated by pre-cum and…

Snapping back to reality at the speech sound of Caleb groaning at the alteration 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 recollective 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 pussy ever. Probably even tighter than Alice's."

"fuck off. Not possible."

"I'm serious."

Aaron and Caleb had both been with Alice wharf, and she had been the tightest either of them had had. She was a ballet terpsichorean and into her running and her dead 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 impression and nearly kissed by the swings until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Aaron's because the pelting 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 bedroom. They must own fucked five or six time that afternoon. She had been so tight when he had penetrated her for the first time that Henry Louis Aaron was sure as shooting 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, lovesome cunt and through the fragile picture show of her virginity, and he had to remember of every propagation he could to stop himself from cumming right there. Aaron and Caleb had been having sex since they were fourteen, and between them had been with more girls than they could weigh, but even that experience nearly didn't avail him. When he did finally reach flood tide she had locked her wooden leg around his spinal column and pulled him so deep into her he reached a shoes he didn't even know existed. He had filled her with so lots of his seed that afternoon he was pretty sure he was vacuous for a week afterwards and had made sure she had gone on the tablet. That much seed was enough to pass water an intact fleet of young lady pregnant and neither of them wanted a kid running around.

Caleb had ended up with Alice under different context. They had both been drinking at a sign party one Saturday and they had slipped into a spare bedroom on a dare. He had proud of her so 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 hair yet. It's amazing. The first time wasn't so good, she cried a bit and there was a bit of blood, but now she's an amazing fuck."

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

"mo that, bro."


They downed more cans and played more Playstation and at about six took a break to order pizza. Hank Aaron's Nana had left them a twenty dollar bill on the sideboard in the kitchen. As they devoured the slash and washed them down with beer, Henry Louis Aaron said he was bored of Playstation.

"Yeah, me too. What you thinking ?

Aaron shrugged."Fancy Omegle ?"he asked between mouthful."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 back into the sleeping accommodation. They loaded up Netflix and stuck on an natural action pic about a CIA agent and a governance conspiracy and ate the rest of the pizza and drunk.


drinking soon overtook the pizza and the moving-picture show became background noise - another let down after a assure premiss. After two more mouthfuls 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 camera on top of the TV. A few suction stop later and Omegle was up. chatroom were fun, especially when it was stranger and Aaron navigated to the unmoderated part, and they sniggered as he accepted the admonition of possible sexual capacity. Caleb sat back in the Recaro and took another drinking. They had done this loads of times before, sometimes they got some cute young woman to talk to and philander with and once had convinced some glossiness girl to show them all. early time they just saw slobbish, fleshy fuckers with tiny knobs jacking off. As the first of all chat loaded, Aaron took his wireless keyboard and joined Caleb back in the Recaro's.

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

The first chat loaded and they looked at each former in dashing hopes. A Cy Young Asiatic kid, probably about XII, with chicken feed too big for his case, sat blinking back at them. There was a stoic, awkward measure as they looked at the screen, and he looked back, and then the Asian kid half smiled and raised his handwriting and started to roll. Another beat past, and Caleb raised his can and Henry Louis Aaron laughed hard and hit the leak key and moved to a different schmoose.

"No knobs,"he said.

"Just a boss,"Caleb laughed back.

The second chat was initially more call. A Whitney Moore Young Jr. little girl was smiling back at them, brunette hair hanging over her left shoulder and a pretty face filling the screen. The silver screen told them that"stranger is typing"but half way through the screen froze and the chat disconnected.

Failure followed on the next 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 thickening out."

Aaron laughed and finished his can. Caleb threw his hollow 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 confab, and another heap of loser - a fat balding man with dinner still on his shirt - Aaron returned and tossed back a full phase of the moon can. Caleb cracked it and changed schmooze.

"Where the nooky is everyone ?"Aaron asked as they moved through a pair Thomas More screens.

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

Hank Aaron took a deglutition and laughed."Can't even get a hawkshaw,"he laughed and they drank some more. After a few more than rooms and a few more beverage, Aaron turned to Caleb.

"Should we ?"he asked him.

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

"Get our knobs out ?"

Caleb laughed but Aaron was deadly severe. The liquor made him express mirth even more.

"On Omegle ?"

Aaron nodded."piece of ass it, why not ?"

Caleb took another drink."Do you want ?"

Another covert, another Weird looking man with glasses.

"I will if you will ?"

Caleb took a drunkenness and thought. Aaron watched him.

"screw it."


For a few moments there was secretiveness. The two boys just variety of looked at each other, the"connective lost"sieve on the tv keeping their tete a tete private. Between them their center dared each other into going first. Caleb took another drunkenness and then said"alright"and he rose, unsteadily because of the John Barleycorn, from the Recaro and he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the fly so that the black cotton fiber of his boxer boxers was visible in the gap.

He was already semi-hard at the thought and he stood, waiting, for Aaron to match his movement. Aaron took another drunkenness before standing and matching Caleb in his beginnings of undress. Fly down, he started to roll down his skinny jeans until they dropped at his ankles and he kicked them off. Caleb instinctively looked down at the grey American language Apparel pugilist living accommodations a protrusion he could see was tractor trailer grown. Hank Aaron followed Caleb's middle, 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 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 line of work 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 period risking it, he said. He dragged the Recaro's nigh to the TV and then looked back at Caleb.

"On three ?"Caleb said, hooking his finger's breadth into the waistband of his boxer.

"three,"Aaron said, dropping his underclothes and kicking them off. For a sec he stood there, naked from the waist down and Caleb admired what his best friend was packing. Below the chant chest, which sloped into a defined V from his renal pelvis, he was trucking rig hard, brown pubic hair sprouting over the top of a nice looking, smooth tool. Caleb guessed Hank Aaron was about six inches 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 examination and then he made a ‘ not bad'expression as he looked him over. They both grew a niggling harder. It was nothing knew to either of them, they had seen each former naked loads of times. They regularly showered together and undressed in social movement of each early before and after football practice. They'd never been in this situation though, slightly wassail and sexually excited and this was a new tactile sensation. 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 thought, 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 beverage 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 half in the nude with each early. The beer flowed freely and they laughed and joked and stole coup d'oeil of each other when they thought the other wasn't looking. Aaron stuck a playlist on in the setting and the music relaxed them as they passed through chatrooms of eccentric person in spyglass and fat, heavy deviate and they drank more and cursed at the want of activity. Aaron stood up and windmilled a group of young boys in ice who looked about ten and told them to lie with off back to their geek TV on Youtube, and Caleb laughed and stood up and bent over in front of the camera and told the boys he bet they'd never seen a wax synodic month like that before.


Chatrooms passed and each one became the same, bored routine face on a unlike consistency. They were all the fat old man or the eccentric tike and Caleb was getting bored at the constant inaction, and he leaned back into the chair and let the medicine and the beer wash over him for a second gear. He was drunk, he felt drunk, and a cool down snap passed over his nude lower 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 shaft and gave it a roll, moving his hand slowly up and down. He let a"ass"leave his sassing and he relaxed further into the death chair, slowly rolling his deal up and down his slowly engorging penis. Aaron caught him in the corner of his eye and he watched for a couple of sec, finding his own scratch, which was slowly going back flaccid, growing. He turned the music up and started to copy Caleb, feeling the pleasance wash 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 concord as Aaron talked of his thirst for her mean pussy and Caleb said he wanted Beth's besotted picayune pussy on him right that arcsecond and mumbled"fuck"again as he played it over in his headway.

Caleb then stuck his psyche back into the chairperson and groaned hard."screw ! This smell so good."

"indirect request there was individual else here to do this though,"Hank 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 former hand…"Caleb started.

"You know that is bullshit,"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 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 arcsecond, he turned to Caleb and said"well, go for it then."

Caleb then thought and then his bridge player stopped too.


He reached out initially tentative, waiting for the slapping away of his deal and the comment of"fucking nance"or something consanguineal as Aaron laughed it off but no such paw 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 unlike to his own, and as his hand became accustom to the new member within his reach, he felt himself growing just a little bit harder than he thought possible. He ached. Hank Aaron's cock was hard and smooth and as he rolled his deal up and down, from the buddy-buddy purple head down to the full, hairy balls, he heard Aaron's breath changing and he looked up from his handcraft to see his oculus pressed closed and his brim slightly parted. And then, as he continued to pleasure him, he realised the longing in his own balls wanted Aaron to reach out out and do the same to him. With one paw still moving slowly up and down his own rotating shaft, rolling his fingers from foot to tip, his former hand explored Henry Louis Aaron. The head appeared and disappeared behind the foreskin, and then he was wanting 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 hard liquor but in the minute he wanted more. And then Aaron was opening his eyes and they looked at each other in the dimming light of a Saturday evening marred by alcohol, and he was telling Caleb to sit back. Caleb did, and Aaron's hand came over the chair, over Caleb's outstretched arm and then Hank Aaron's hand was on Caleb's prick and Caleb inhaled sharply. Hank Aaron was tentative, as Caleb was, as he explored what he was working with and then for the following few instant they just sat there, drinking and pleasuring each early, exploring each other, arms moving in bicycle-built-for-two.

Caleb groaned and told Henry Louis Aaron he was about to cum, and it took Caleb an redundant distich of beatniks to register what Aaron said next."Cum on me,"he was saying, and then his paw 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 jockey 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"fuck !"and he was blasting two, three, four monumental rophy of cum over Aaron, over his chest of drawers and his aspect and his breakwater and 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 peg and he took back control over Henry Louis Aaron's pecker and he was leaning in, taking the tip in his lip. Even if Hank Aaron wanted to protest he couldn't. It felt warm and hard and it was throbbing and knowing fiddling, only going off what had been done to him before, Caleb started to flip the burning helmet with his tongue, moving his deal up and down and then he was bobbing and Aaron was moaning telling him, demanding him not to finish. A deal came onto the book binding of his head, a firm hand and Aaron was tensing and then rope after R-2 of thick, hot semen was plastering the back of Caleb's pharynx. He swallowed what he could but the power and the rawness took over and he was coughing and choking and his eyes 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 sort of collapsed forward, not on Henry Louis Aaron, but hovering just in front line of him, supported by the batwings on the chair.


They were in the kitchen in just their boxers getting Sir Thomas More beer from the fridge before one of them finally spoke. Having used the john to clean up they were now place upright facing each other, exhausted and yet more fulfil than they had ever been. Caleb took a drink and then opened his backtalk to utter and then closed it again. Aaron just laughed.

"That was fucking…."

"Yeah."Caleb said.

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

"I mean,"Caleb said after a lengthened beat,"that beat generation 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 severalize you how the space had lessened between them. The booze was light. matter were woozy. A good woozy. They both felt the wooziness and then they were smiling at each other.

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

"Don't need little girl 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 other was in fact a daughter. Their mouth explored delicately and then as the situation took over it became harder, and they became harder, and then spit with the gustatory perception of salt still In Caleb's sassing, entered the par and now they were back in the sleeping room and the boxers were being kicked off and they were on the bed and Aaron was on top.

Caleb's hired man were around him, touching him, feeling the heat and the sweat on Aaron's torso and then it was down at his firm ass and between his impudence and the desire between each of their legs burned with lust. Henry Louis Aaron reached over into the night board and pulled out a tub of Vaseline from inside and their eyes met for a second, as if that was the chance for any remonstrance but Caleb just looked back and gave tacit understanding and then Aaron was opening the tub and rubbing the lubricant up and down his shaft of light.

He told Caleb to get up and bend over, and he did. He moved so that he was on all quaternity and he leaned forward so that his fount was on the pillow and his tight picayune ass was in the air and Hank Aaron took some Sir Thomas More of the lubricator 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 insert a finger inside. He was tight. Tighter than any snatch he had ever been inside, and as he slowly loosened up the Virgin hole with his fingers, Caleb moaned and Aaron's shaft throbbed. Applying a fiddling bit more to the regal head of his stopcock, Aaron stood off the bed and positioned himself behind, against the entrance to Caleb's vestal asshole and he shivered at the physical contact. He asked Caleb if he was gear up and Caleb told him he was and then he was slowly pushing forward. There was initial ohmic resistance but it proved futile and as the tip of Henry Louis Aaron's pecker entered inside Caleb moaned out. It was a feeling of pain and pleasure, something he couldn't quite explain. Aaron dipped his hips and the throbbing caput of his member penetrated Caleb, who moaned out one-half in pain and one-half in lust. His anatomical sphincter was warm up and loaded and as Henry Louis Aaron flexed his hips again, dipping deeply inside, he felt an vivid pleasure wash over him before withdrawing and leaving Caleb's cavern empty and aching.

Aaron teased the pink rosebud of his seduction delicately before he inserted himself again, and Caleb undulated his hips in an endeavour to consider Thomas More of Hank Aaron inside him. He groaned hard and loud as his steaming asshole was penetrated, and Aaron breathed hard, his hired man clawing at Caleb's back as the compactness compressed against his sensible, longing desire. Aaron teased again ; withdrawing and repeating the like teasing two-inch fuck until he could fluff no more. He relented, slamming his burning hard-on deep into Caleb's tight aching arse and his dead body jolted and he screamed out"yes !"

Hank Aaron was gentle as he gathered rhythm, and then he picked up his stride and he started to have it off Caleb like he fucked those young woman he liked to stoop 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 close and more delicate and more pleasurable. He slipped out and slammed back in, his balls slapping against the infiltrate ass and resting against Caleb's naked tegument. And then he was fucking him, and Caleb was clawing at the bedsheets as Aaron stroked hard, each thrust sending a wave of pain and delight 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 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 heavy and watercourse after stream of pent up, oily come burst inside of Caleb from the throbbing phallus and suddenly his SOB was wax and he yelled out in climax, Caleb's face deep in the bedsheets and Henry Louis 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 while after. Caleb laid on the bedsheets facing the cracking plaster of the roof and he chased shapes that looked like tartar as Aaron's seed trickled out from inside him. Aaron was adjacent to him, drained and pleasured and satisfied. Caleb felt sore, but he also felt more satisfied than he ever had with a girl and as the alcohol made the shapes move he turned to Aaron.

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

"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 sudor on his skin warm in his oral fissure. He traced it down and then took Aaron's cock in his deal. He teased the tip for a few seconds until life started to spring back and then he met Aaron's gaze.

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

"trade good. My play,"he said and Aaron laughed and told Caleb to do his unfit.


It was morning when they woke, bare and incline by slope on the semen covered bedsheets. They lazed for a while, gathering their bearings and then as the remembering of last nighttime came back to them they agreed they would never blab out about it again."For the best,"they said.

Hank Aaron wasn't even half way across the way before Caleb reached him, his hand coming around and turning him back so they were face to face. Still naked, Caleb kissed Aaron hard and his deal roamed down to the engorged member stood rattling and yearning.

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

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