Dirty little secret [C]

Chapter two: Websites

Chris ignored Ricky as he put the albums away. He worked at a record shop, Ricky wanting to apologize. He wasn't in the mood for the shorter man's apologies.

"Chris, listen to me goddamnit!"

"I'm tired."

"You've been tired for a week. Have you even looked at that website?"

"It's for gay people! I'm not gay!" Chris growled as he slammed a Disturbed album down. "Go away."

"Chris, at the very least you're bi."

"I am not." Chris whispered, closing his eyes. "Ricky, I'm not okay? I'm not good enough for anyone anyway." Chris turned, heading to the stock room.

"Chris, don't be stupid. Someone wants you. You just gotta find them."

"Ricky, no. You didn't want me. Josh and Ryan left. I'm hopeless. I'll be single, but I'm okay with it."

"You don't have to be! Just look at her goddamn site!" Ricky yelled. Chris flinched, looking at the floor. "I'm sorry. You just... You need to come to terms with you and your sexuality before it's too late. Look at the site, find someone you like, talk to them."

"Okay." Chris whispered.

"really?"

"Maybe."

"Good. This will be good for you."

"I..."

"It's okay to be gay or bi or just not identify your sexuality at all. Just accept that you like dick and get over it."

"I'm sorry. For last night."

"It's fine Chris. I know you didn't mean it."

"I just haven't been... There lately."

"I could tell. You didn't last as long."

"Shut up!"

"The truth hurts Chris. When you're upset you cum fast." Chris blushed, grabbing another box of music albums. "I gotta go. Devin's waiting for me."

"Okay Ricky."

"I love you Chrissy."

"I love you too."

**tardis sounds**

Chris's finger hovered over the enter key on his laptop. His login information typed into the right spots. He bit his lip, quickly hitting the key. He jumped back from the screen, covering his mouth as blood rushed to dick. He didn't expect the first thing he'd see would be a huge cock. He frowned as his messages started to blow up once everyone knew he was online.

"What the fuck?" He whispered. He blushed at the picture Ricky used for his profile pic. "Fuck you Richard." He muttered.

Chris slowly scrolled through the messages. He let out a small whimper, covering the bulge in his pants. He couldn't believe people would actually talk to a random stranger like this. They didn't even know what his ass looked like! Chris clicked on a couple of their profiles, blushing even darker.

"Thank you Richard." He muttered, biting his lip. He pulled his knees to his chest, clicking on a rather safe looking group chat. It was for new people. At least that's what the title advertised.

SK: Hey LittleGoth.

Chris bit his lip, staring at the message. There didn't seem to be any other people on the chat.

LG: Hi

SK: You're new.
SK: only been active for a few hours.
SK: Do you need help?

LG: I'm not sure how this works.
LG: My friend made this for me.

SK: That would explain the cutesy picture.
SK: What are you?

LG: I don't understand.

SK: a dom or a sub?

LG: Idk.

SK: You're a sub. It's okay.
SK: I'm a dom.
SK: are you into this lifestyle?

LG: I'm not sure.
LG: I've never gone past certain things.
LG: I get scared.

SK: a cute little goth like you?
SK: I can show you somethings.

LG: I
LG: I have to go.

Chris quickly signed off, letting out a small sigh as he leaned back, closing his eyes. He didn't know what to do. He glanced down at the bulge in his jeans, blushing as he slowly pushed his pants down.

Hey guys. There's going to be instances of talking electronically throughout this story. If you didn't figure it out Chris was LG or LittleGoth. Now the italics will be texting/messaging. ^-^. Ily snails.