Date: Tue, 01 Dec 2015 04:55:39 +0000
From: Chezdon <chezdon1997@gmail.com>
Subject: Innocence Waning Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Staring out the window after a session of vigorous masturbation is
completed, I realise that the season noticeably changed from summer to
autumn earlier in the week. It wasn't just a memory evoked from the sound
of the last bell at school that relieved our class of teenagers from our
daily scholastic duties and associated mundane tasks that sounds in my
head.  The feeling of semen starting to run down my thigh prompts me to
clean up the mess that I made with my underwear as I realise that time is
on my side for a change. With the last bell sounding nearly a week ago has
provided a temporary feeling of freedom to enjoy 'school holidays' which
are conveniently scheduled to align with Easter.

When I ponder the colloquial term 'Down Under' or what people usually
outside of Australia refer to as the largest island in the world, I think
about it in perspective. Australia is the size of the continental United
States and it is daunting to think that it is actually an island. The city
of Melbourne is referred to as the "Paris of the Southern Hemisphere" and
others call it "The Sporting Capital of the World" whereas I just think of
it as a city that gets really cold in the winter and very hot in the summer
where there is always good coffee on offer. When I noticed the leaves
starting to change colour earlier in the week, I could still be comfortable
wearing a pair of shorts with a hoodie outside and it is then that I
realised just how much I enjoy this time of the year and also to be living
in Australia.

Whilst on school holidays I enjoy an additional aspect of freedom as my
father considers himself too important to take any time off from work. He
has to run a company and boss around people who mainly reside
overseas. This 'offshore labour' gets paid in the day in what it costs me
to buy a coffee and a Big Mac. It is quite common for parents to take the
school holidays off to spend it with their families and because of this,
the traffic congestion eases in this major city and even the rabble that
'rally' or should I say protest about the government take a break. Everyone
seems to take a holiday at their residences on their lounges in front of
the television watching the football, shouting and screaming at the various
players as the sun sets and the day turns into night. I don't mind the
football but I don't obsess about it like some of my mates do. One girl
that I know of became infamous as she was ejected from the footy at the
Melbourne Cricket Ground for shouting racial abuse at an aboriginal player
called Adam Goodes. Much like how my father enjoys to provide expert
commentary on the sport and demeans the Chinese that he has to remotely
work with by using various colourful names and slurs, I suppose there is a
little bit of racist in us all and because of this, watching the sport is
interesting.

In the distance behind my closed bedroom door, I hear my father shouting
something presumably into his phone followed by the front door
slamming. The morning disturbance encourages me to get my naked body up
from bed and consider that since the sun is shining there has to be
something to amuse me besides the antics of my friends or wasting time
looking at silly photos of cats along with the melodrama of Facebook. Not
having enjoyed any physical exercise for over a week since we were forced
to participate in an athletics carnival at school, I feel sloth-like as I
wander around my room scratching my navel and yawning. The advantage of
going to an athletics carnival though is there is not much to do besides
check out your peers, talk rubbish and send photos via Instragram every
other minute. Since I am rather competitive, I take these events seriously
and wanted to actually run faster than the others that actually gave a
shit. There wasn't any reward. Only the usual back-slapping, name calling
and the inconvenience of working up a sweat. So rather than waste yet
another day of my holiday from school and feeling motivated after thinking
about the last athletics carnival, I slip on my Nike trainers after donning
some gym gear and decide to go for a run. At first I was thinking that I
was losing my mind as nobody that is sixteen years old wants to do anything
active or productive at 7:30 AM during school holidays. I know that I am a
bit different though.

Although it is cold outside, I decide not to wear a hoodie since I get so
hot so easily and head towards the footpath that leads me behind the Crown
Casino in Southbank and then to the pedestrian trail that is shared with
cyclists which I follow to Beacon Cove at Port Melbourne. I manage to run
the four kilometers fairly quickly and then call in to the café opposite
the pier where the Spirit of Tasmania vessel is docked and order a much
needed coffee. Sloth again starts to overcome me as I sit back and watch
the tourists disembark from the boat that just arrived from Tasmania. I
casually check my phone for new tweets and text messages and not finding
any I realise that I really shouldn't care about what is going on in my
digital world and just live in the moment. No music, ringtones or even
vibration is wanted and I put the phone into flight mode. After drinking
the coffee and doing a cursory scan of a newspaper that someone kindly left
behind, I decide to run another stretch of Port Philip bay which takes me
along a beach and then finally to Westgate Park. The park has a private
go-kart racing track, a salt water lake and a curiously a fresh water lake
and seems to be the home for many birds and diverse wildlife. As it hadn't
rained in some time, I thought I would continue my journey through the park
assuming that the dirt tracks would not be muddy and I wouldn't ruin my
shoes. I notice the public toilet and thought it would be best to use it
after slamming down my large coffee, so I venture inside.

Urinating is just part of life. It wasn't until I completed the task and
after putting my cock back into my sweaty cotton Bonds underwear that I
notice another bloke looking at me and playing with himself at the
trough. He certainly displayed no intention of taking a leak as his
engorged penis was in his hand. Probably because I was going about my
business dutifully with the intention to use the facilities for what they
were actually designed for, I didn't even notice this other gentleman
earlier and I feel my blood pressure rising as I realise that he is getting
off whilst looking at me.

I feel like time stopped. His cock is just a few metres from my hand and
along with my body is seemingly frozen and in a state of shock but yet awe.

"Want me to suck you?" is uttered by new friend in the public facility as
he continues to caress his boner but now with more rigour.

I could only make some guttural sound which probably emulated something
like the wildlife that calls the park home would make, and then freeing
myself from the wrinkle of time, I quickly retreat back out the door and
into the sunshine. Starting to run towards the direction of the Westgate
bridge at the opposite end of the park, I stop once just to look to see if
the stranger from the toilet block is following me and feel a bit of
disappointment when I discover that he is not. I put my headphones in and
put on the debut album by 5 Seconds of Summer hoping that the music
will drown out the lurid thoughts in my head. I keep running and wonder
what it would have been like to get my penis suckled. The thought of
jerking off the stranger and imagining him cum gets me aroused so I force
myself to think about old politicians, ISIS and other random ridiculous and
horrible things to expel the lurid thoughts from my mind which tames my
erection. I continue to run like I am possessed and after regaining control
of my body, I run back the way I came from however at top speed despite
fatigue setting in. I want to get back to the toilet block and see the
random man again and more importantly touch his big dick. When I make my
grand entrance back into the public room of relief, I am gutted when I see
nobody there.

Feeling physically and emotionally drained, I retreat back into the
sunshine and away from the smell of bleach and piss and find a bench. I
whip out my phone and take it off of flight mode only to be greeted with a
few text messages. Queries about hanging out, going to see a movie, or
doing anything in general flow in at the early hour. All of the usual bland
questions but in TXTspeak. Nobody ever sends me a message saying "Want to
do me?" or "Come and fuck my tight hole senseless" which is a shame. Filthy
thoughts return that are no doubt fuelled by my over-active imagination and
also a sense of regret for deciding to run away from my first sexual
experience only minutes ago. I am sucked back into reality though when my
phone starts vibrating thus announcing that a caller with a "Private
Number" wants my attention.

"Hi, this is Chezdon."

Silence.

I repeat "Hi, this is Chezdon" and give some added emphasis when saying my
name.

More silence. So I end the call and start to jog slowly back home.


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Chapters 1-8 of this story is (hopefully) being republished because of a
significant structural edit. This started out as a short story, but is
turning into a novel. All of the chapters have received a round of grammar
edits and a re-think. Let me know your thoughts! chezdon1997@gmail.com