The wonders of the internet 1/2
“G’night, guys! See you tomorrow morning at 10, yeah?” Chris called after his bandmates, waving and already holding a mobile phone to his ear.
Dom nodded, gulping down the cool bottle of water the roadie passed to him while Matt shouted goodbye, muffled by a clean, white towel with which he was drying his dark crown of hair.
“Chris is such a teddy bear, he’s always phoning Kelly after every gig!” the singer snickered in a false sugary voice, his intention to mock the bassist clearly evident.
“Well, maybe you’d do the same,” Dominic replied, hurrying to the car which would take them to the hotel.
“Ha, I’d rather keep my woman beside me, thank you. I guess the Wolstenholmes’ phone bill must be huge with the phone sex and all that,” Matt cackled loudly, proud that he could prove his weird theory because his sense of humour was always better after an amazing concert.
However, Dom didn’t appreciate the fine joke: “Jesus, Matt, the mental images! Thanks a lot for ruining my night!”
The brunet continued laughing even as they got in the car, a sense of euphoria making him unusually excited and smiling. In contrast, the blonde scooted to the other end of the seat and didn’t even take his eyes off the magnificent night panorama of Sydney. However, he was not admiring the Opera House or the Harbour Bridge.
Dominic Howard tried to suppress the horniness that had been dominating him since the last part of the concert. He placed his right leg over his left thigh to mask the growing bulge in his tight black jeans and asked the driver to put the air conditioning on a higher level. He knew that it would not help much, but he had to endure the torture until he stepped into his room. ‘Then I will find the proper way to take care of it,’ he thought.
“Any plans for tonight?” Matt asked cheerfully, startling the drummer who had forgotten about his presence in the car.
“Nah, I don’t think so. I’ll probably just watch the telly and go to bed early,” Dom lied.
“Ah, I see. I thought we could go to the bar and have a drink. Maybe even pick up some chicks,” Matt wiggled his eyebrows, but his band mate wasn’t in the mood to socialise.
The singer pouted. He didn’t know what the reason was, but Dominic didn’t go out after gigs as he used to. ‘What could keep him entertained?’ Matt mused as they arrived at the elegant hotel. They took their cards from the receptionist and stood silently in the elevator as well. Finally, they wished each other good night and entered their rooms, which were neighbouring.
Dominic’s need subsided a little, so he decided to take a shower first; hygiene was always important for him and he liked to feel fresh all the time. On the other hand, the brunet took off his trainers and just plunged on the comfortable double bed. After two minutes, he couldn’t stay still anymore, so he checked the mini-bar. Before taking out a bottle of beer, he swallowed the contents of two small bottles of sweet - even cloying - liquor.
The blonde towelled his now peach-smelling, damp hair and only put a soft towel around his waist because his blonde locks would dry quickly in the hot Australian air. The moment he had been waiting for all day finally came true - he could turn on his laptop and enjoy the miracles of the internet, undisturbed by anyone. Actually, he was captivated by an interactive site - very active, especially in a particular thing - and he wanted more, much more.
Interestingly, Matthew decided as well to open his laptop and after checking his emails, he accessed the band’s twitter page. The brunet smiled to himself at some of the fangirlish or funny messages, but then something interesting caught his attention:
“Just wondered if any of you guys ever tried omegle. But I guess nobody would believe you if you told em who you are. xD”
“Omegle? What the heck is that?” Matthew muttered to himself, his curiosity making him type the keyword in Google.
He had no idea that the drummer in the other room was already having a chat on the same site…
* * * * *
Dom typed the usual “asl” at the start of the conversation and even though the reply wasn’t bad at all (24 f paris), somehow he didn’t continue it. The next reply was quite similar, the third, the forth, the fifth as well; Dominic realised that the thing which was common in each, namely the sex of the partner, was the problematic part. He wanted something new, something exciting. He wanted to get off with a male. Sighing, he assured himself that it was only because of the inevitable isolation and loneliness brought by the tour.
* * * * *
Matthew found the site his fan recommended and eyed it suspiciously. He read the eye-catching text on the homepage and snorted, not believing a word of it:
Omegle is a great way of meeting new friends. When you use Omegle, we pick another user at random and let you have a one-on-one chat with each other. Chats are completely anonymous, although there is nothing to stop you from revealing personal details if you would like.
‘Yeah, right, like I would tell anyone who I am. Anyway, they wouldn’t believe me, would they? I can be whoever I want and it won’t have any consequences!’ the brunet snickered, a mischievous twinkle lighting his blue eyes. He clicked “Text” and waited to see who fortune would have in store for him.
* * * * *
‘Okay, last try and if he’s not a guy, then I will do the job myself,’ Dom thought to himself and trusted that he would have luck this time.
You: asl
Stranger: hi
“Oh, where are my manners?” the drummer cackled.
Stranger: do we really need to do that stupid thing?
You: what? The asl?
Stranger: yeah
You: well, I’m looking for a bloke and preferably not an old dick
Stranger: you gay?
You: no, but I’m tired of whiny girls
Stranger: me 2
You: so you’re a guy!
Stranger: I didn’t say that! xD
You: srsly, r u?
Stranger: you won’t disconnect if I say yes, right?
You: lol no, told you I want a guy
Stranger: but maybe I don’t want what you want
You: I didn’t even tell you what I want
Stranger: well, at such a late hour…
You: wait, is it night at your place as well?
Stranger: yep, though I don’t live here, just visiting
You: I’m not at home either
Stranger: good, you can be naughty
You: :P
You: so what are you wearing?
However, Dom had to wait a bit for the answer…
Dom nodded, gulping down the cool bottle of water the roadie passed to him while Matt shouted goodbye, muffled by a clean, white towel with which he was drying his dark crown of hair.
“Chris is such a teddy bear, he’s always phoning Kelly after every gig!” the singer snickered in a false sugary voice, his intention to mock the bassist clearly evident.
“Well, maybe you’d do the same,” Dominic replied, hurrying to the car which would take them to the hotel.
“Ha, I’d rather keep my woman beside me, thank you. I guess the Wolstenholmes’ phone bill must be huge with the phone sex and all that,” Matt cackled loudly, proud that he could prove his weird theory because his sense of humour was always better after an amazing concert.
However, Dom didn’t appreciate the fine joke: “Jesus, Matt, the mental images! Thanks a lot for ruining my night!”
The brunet continued laughing even as they got in the car, a sense of euphoria making him unusually excited and smiling. In contrast, the blonde scooted to the other end of the seat and didn’t even take his eyes off the magnificent night panorama of Sydney. However, he was not admiring the Opera House or the Harbour Bridge.
Dominic Howard tried to suppress the horniness that had been dominating him since the last part of the concert. He placed his right leg over his left thigh to mask the growing bulge in his tight black jeans and asked the driver to put the air conditioning on a higher level. He knew that it would not help much, but he had to endure the torture until he stepped into his room. ‘Then I will find the proper way to take care of it,’ he thought.
“Any plans for tonight?” Matt asked cheerfully, startling the drummer who had forgotten about his presence in the car.
“Nah, I don’t think so. I’ll probably just watch the telly and go to bed early,” Dom lied.
“Ah, I see. I thought we could go to the bar and have a drink. Maybe even pick up some chicks,” Matt wiggled his eyebrows, but his band mate wasn’t in the mood to socialise.
The singer pouted. He didn’t know what the reason was, but Dominic didn’t go out after gigs as he used to. ‘What could keep him entertained?’ Matt mused as they arrived at the elegant hotel. They took their cards from the receptionist and stood silently in the elevator as well. Finally, they wished each other good night and entered their rooms, which were neighbouring.
Dominic’s need subsided a little, so he decided to take a shower first; hygiene was always important for him and he liked to feel fresh all the time. On the other hand, the brunet took off his trainers and just plunged on the comfortable double bed. After two minutes, he couldn’t stay still anymore, so he checked the mini-bar. Before taking out a bottle of beer, he swallowed the contents of two small bottles of sweet - even cloying - liquor.
The blonde towelled his now peach-smelling, damp hair and only put a soft towel around his waist because his blonde locks would dry quickly in the hot Australian air. The moment he had been waiting for all day finally came true - he could turn on his laptop and enjoy the miracles of the internet, undisturbed by anyone. Actually, he was captivated by an interactive site - very active, especially in a particular thing - and he wanted more, much more.
Interestingly, Matthew decided as well to open his laptop and after checking his emails, he accessed the band’s twitter page. The brunet smiled to himself at some of the fangirlish or funny messages, but then something interesting caught his attention:
“Just wondered if any of you guys ever tried omegle. But I guess nobody would believe you if you told em who you are. xD”
“Omegle? What the heck is that?” Matthew muttered to himself, his curiosity making him type the keyword in Google.
He had no idea that the drummer in the other room was already having a chat on the same site…
* * * * *
Dom typed the usual “asl” at the start of the conversation and even though the reply wasn’t bad at all (24 f paris), somehow he didn’t continue it. The next reply was quite similar, the third, the forth, the fifth as well; Dominic realised that the thing which was common in each, namely the sex of the partner, was the problematic part. He wanted something new, something exciting. He wanted to get off with a male. Sighing, he assured himself that it was only because of the inevitable isolation and loneliness brought by the tour.
* * * * *
Matthew found the site his fan recommended and eyed it suspiciously. He read the eye-catching text on the homepage and snorted, not believing a word of it:
Omegle is a great way of meeting new friends. When you use Omegle, we pick another user at random and let you have a one-on-one chat with each other. Chats are completely anonymous, although there is nothing to stop you from revealing personal details if you would like.
‘Yeah, right, like I would tell anyone who I am. Anyway, they wouldn’t believe me, would they? I can be whoever I want and it won’t have any consequences!’ the brunet snickered, a mischievous twinkle lighting his blue eyes. He clicked “Text” and waited to see who fortune would have in store for him.
* * * * *
‘Okay, last try and if he’s not a guy, then I will do the job myself,’ Dom thought to himself and trusted that he would have luck this time.
You: asl
Stranger: hi
“Oh, where are my manners?” the drummer cackled.
Stranger: do we really need to do that stupid thing?
You: what? The asl?
Stranger: yeah
You: well, I’m looking for a bloke and preferably not an old dick
Stranger: you gay?
You: no, but I’m tired of whiny girls
Stranger: me 2
You: so you’re a guy!
Stranger: I didn’t say that! xD
You: srsly, r u?
Stranger: you won’t disconnect if I say yes, right?
You: lol no, told you I want a guy
Stranger: but maybe I don’t want what you want
You: I didn’t even tell you what I want
Stranger: well, at such a late hour…
You: wait, is it night at your place as well?
Stranger: yep, though I don’t live here, just visiting
You: I’m not at home either
Stranger: good, you can be naughty
You: :P
You: so what are you wearing?
However, Dom had to wait a bit for the answer…