The Chatroom_(0)

The Chatroom

Aaron Green and Caleb 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 earlier that afternoon, and hit up some Call of Duty on the Playstation wired up to the flatscreen in Aaron’s bedroom, they were the picture of contentment. The syrupy liquid tasted bitter but they put on a brave 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 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 seats in front 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 block at the other side 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 teenagers going through the perilous life of high school; good looking, clear eyed with easy 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 labels; Lacoste and Fred Perry, Lyle and Scott and Ellesse, Ralph Lauren and Hugo Boss and they thought they understood life and how it worked. They were the perfect example of a reckless generation; sexually charged and promiscuous and good looking and careless. They posted too many half naked pictures for girls to drool over, chased 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 lads they were just that; lads.

Aaron took a deep mouthful, tasting the bitterness as it hit the back of his throat. Moving from cover, his fingers danced across the pad as he switched to his side arm and blew away some poor fuck 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,” Aaron said with a devilish grin. “Played a game of ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ with her the other night.”

Caleb died again, sniped by one of those camping fuckers somewhere outside the boundaries of play and he turned to 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 tits early on. They’re small but fuck they look nice. 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 leggings, and it took her a while to take them off. I had to tease her for a bit until she did. Fuck me, man. She had on this fucking tight pair of pink 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 lips but she was having none of it. Fuck I was so hard it was unreal. 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 boxers and she could see my bulge. Teased her for a bit with it, and then when she took off her knickers I took off my boxers and showed her the full thing.”

Caleb was getting hard at the thought. He was beyond concentrating on the Playstation – especially with campers in 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 round and fuck her all weekend.”

Caleb laughed again. The game had ended and they sat in a lobby waiting for the next map, a couple of geeks talking strategy on headsets. Aaron took another drink. He relaxed back into one of the Red and Black Recaro’s his Dad bought him last Christmas 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, shaft in one hand and hard to the point of pain. On the screen of his cracked 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 with nerves, and below that was her naked sex, mons shaved and just the beginnings of prickles across her otherwise virgin skin. Her legs were spread, only slightly, but enough for him to see what looked like the beginning of moisture between her thigh gap. Each roll of his wrist moved the skin of his shaft up and down and each was greeted by the most sensational feeling. He turned his camera on and sent her one back, shaft pointing to the moon, hard 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 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 tightest either of them had had. She was a ballet dancer and into her running and her body was amazing. Tight and toned and perfectly defined. Aaron had taken her virginity one afternoon when his Nana was out and it was just him and Alice hanging out on the park. They were flirting openly and taking pictures and nearly kissed by the swings until they were interrupted. They had gone back to Aaron’s because the rain came and had found Nana’s vodka bottle. It took two each before they were all over each other and one more before they reached the 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 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 cunt and through the fragile film of her virginity, and he had to think of every multiplication 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 count, but even that experience nearly didn’t help him. When he did finally reach climax 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.