Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2016 12:15:30 +0000
From: Chezdon <chezdon1997@gmail.com>
Subject: Innocence Waning Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Austin begins to unpack his bags by tossing the contents of each of them
onto my unmade bed. I briefly watch him make himself at home in my room and
first find the remote control for the blinds, where I at first command them
to lower and then use the television remote and turn it on.

With little interest, I briefly watch the encore presentation of an Aussie
cooking show. The late hour combined with the mediocrity of what is on
television manages to inflame my headache and I can feel my head
throbbing. The pills that I took at Austin's house made the pain subside a
bit however the small amount of alcohol that I consumed and the combination
of lack of sleep and water is encouraging my head to throb in time with my
beating heart. I turn my attention from a contestant dicing a chicken
breast and begin to rummage through my backpack. I consider retrieving an
Oxycontin when Mel's earlier speech replays in my head. I do have an
addictive personality and taking more narcotics is certainly not the
solution to any of my problems. I need rest and time for my body to recover
from the torment it has recently experienced.

Arms wrap themselves around my chest which startles me. A nose begins to
sniff my messy hair. Lips kiss my neck. A tongue then licks the inside of
my ear as hands begin to move up and down my stomach and sternum. I take a
deep breath whilst moving my eyes from my backpack and down to the hands
that are slowly making their way to my waistline and shiver when Austin's
wet tongue penetrates my ear for the second time. His hands grab the bottom
of my white 5SOS t-shirt and he slowly pulls it up and over my head. Austin
proceeds to whisper in my ear. "Are you too tired for this?" He then starts
chewing on my earlobe and blowing air into my ear from his nostrils.

With my cock fully at attention for at least the fifth time today, I
quickly turn around and gaze into Austin's eyes before pressing my lips on
to his. At first the action is gentle however only seconds pass before our
mouths simultaneously open wide and our tongues begin to dance, our teeth
knock together and we battle for supremacy of the other mouth. Our
breathing becomes heavier and rapid as my hands find the bottom of Austin's
shirt and I pull it off over his head, only taking my tongue out of his
mouth for a mere second in the process. My convulsing hot and moist chest
heaves against his cold skin. My fingernails penetrate his flesh as I grip
his sides and I force my tongue as far into his throat that I possibly
can. Saliva rolls down my chin and I use my body weight to push both of us
down on to my bed in unison, knocking some of his things onto the floor in
the process.

"Fuck me." Austin doesn't suggest, but demands. My eyes open wide and I
slowly move them from his beautiful round face down to his chest and begin
suckling on his right nipple. "Oh, yeah. That's it." Austin gasps as I
begin to chew on his erect nipple and he responds by quickly grabbing my
head with both hands and pulling my face off of him. I get into a push-up
position and hover over Austin and quickly lunge in and lick his other
nipple before beginning to pass my tongue to the centre of his hairless
chest, before I begin to methodically taste him using my rogue tongue,
exploring the surface area of his exposed skin. I inch further down his
body and find enjoyment in how it feels to rub my nose over his lightly
hairy navel. This in turn gives me the courage to continue to use my tongue
to lick his stomach before pressing my nose into his firm crotch and taking
the biggest breath of air through my nose in my young life. Austin sits up
quickly and grabs my head and pulls me towards him and our mouths meet once
again.

Our tongues continue to dance as the air conditioning in my room kicks
in. Austin slowly pushes me onto my back and our mouths never
separate. Minutes pass when his mouth eventually leaves mine and it moves
to my neck and he begins to lick it and then my ear again, which makes me
giggle. After he briefly chews on my earlobe, he repeats his demand,
whispering it into my ear again. "Fuck me."

"I want to." Like a snake I lunge into his neck and suck on it and then
move my tongue into his ear, getting my first taste of sour wax. "I just
don't have any condoms." I admit before moving his blond hair away from his
neck and kissing it.

Austin returns to a comfortable position on his back and our eyes meet. He
raises his arms over head and stretches before interlocking his hands
behind his head. "Are you dirty or something? I got tested last month and I
don't have anything." The reality sets in that Austin is not a virgin and
this is not his first sexual experience. This reality hits me like a ton of
bricks falling on my head and compounds my headache. Shock leads quickly to
frustration as I realise that I know so little about Austin and his past
outside of the superficial friendship that we had until earlier in the
week.

I take up a position sitting on Austin's crotch and I can feel his rock
hard cock pressing against my arse despite having two pairs of denim
buffering us from one another like a firewall. I begin to unbuckle my
belt. "Oh yeah, that's it." Austin playfully commentates. "Let's see it." I
pull my belt off and toss it aside. It hits something when it lands on the
floor and the sound that is produced reverberates like a bell ringside to a
championship fight. I unbutton my skinny jeans and being lost for words, I
quickly collapse at the side of Austin and pull my pants off and over my
flailing legs and with the final tug, they fly in the same direction that
my belt previously took.

Manoeuvring my near naked body over Austin yet again, I am afforded the
opportunity get a whiff of his smelly right armpit but that doesn't stop me
from closing my eyes and licking it and smelling it properly. I return my
lips to his and then our tongues begin to dance again as my hand begins to
feel the bulge constrained behind his pants. I quickly sit up on my knees
and look down at Austin who is looking at me with impatient anticipation. I
unbuckle his belt and then struggle to unbutton his jeans. After initially
fumbling and then by using some force, I am able to unbutton the top button
and then unzip them, exposing the final layer of red fabric that is
concealing the object of my desire. I pass my hand over his boxer briefs
and his throbbing dick, pausing for a moment to feel the wet spot near the
elastic band. I ponder what to do next as I lightly scratch his cock
through the fabric of his underwear. The reality of the situation comes to
bear and the trivia that both Brody and Jayden shared with me earlier
strikes me like a knife being inserted in to my side. I get lost in my own
universe contemplating what to do next.

Austin interrupts my delirium as his arms reach around me and pulls me back
on to the bed. His hands quickly grasp the elastic band on my boxer briefs
and he deftly pulls them off and throws them towards my desk. He pauses to
look at my throbbing cock before wrapping his right hand around it. "I have
never seen an uncircumcised cock before." These are the last words he
utters as his head travels toward my awaiting boyhood, his hair brushes
against my navel and his warm wet mouth envelops my organ. At first I can't
help but think that Jayden's method of sucking it seems more pleasant as
Austin's teeth keep grazing the bottom of my cockhead and it hurts. He puts
a hand on my stomach and pulls my dick so it is standing straight up and
proceeds to take it in and out of his mouth repeatedly which is just pure
bliss.

"Oh fuck!" My excitement begins to be expressed at first by swearing and
then with blasphemy. "Oh Jesus! Oh god!" I rest my head back down on the
bed and look up at the ceiling. "Oh Jesus!" Austin suddenly stops blowing
me and casually licks the tip of my dick. He pulls off his skinny jeans
much faster than he took putting them on tosses them on the floor. He then
pulls down his underwear which is noticeably wet with precum, exposing his
dick to me for the first time. At first glance from my awkward viewing
angle it is about as long as mine, but thicker.

He gets into a position on top of me so he can hold both of our cocks in
his right hand and slowly rubs them together. Austin moans before stating
the obvious. "This is nice." After releasing our hard cocks, he gets in the
push-up position and leans in to kiss me, which at first I find strange as
at first I am tasting myself as only seconds prior my cock was in his
mouth. Austin moves his body so that his arsehole aligns with my cock and
subsequently reaches behind him and grabs my eager dick so it is standing
erect in the air like the leaning tower at Pisa and then slowly sits on
it. At first it doesn't go in his arsehole but after he makes repeated
attempt to position my schlong properly it finds its way into him briefly
before his arse expels my flesh. "You have lube don't you?"

"No." My heart and breathing rates equal what I experience at the 10km mark
when running and again I am at a loss for words. Why would I have lube? I
have never fucked anyone in my bedroom or anyone for that matter.

"How do you jerk off then?" Austin looks at me quizzically as he perches on
my stomach. I reach out and put my right hand around his cock which is
pointing at my face and pull his foreskin down with two of my fingers,
exposing his pink penis head. It certainly looks different to mine which
has not been sheltered by foreskin for all of its life.

"I just do. I don't need lube." Why would I need lube to masturbate? It
doesn't make sense.

"I want you to be in me." Austin gets into a position again where he is
hovering over my cock and despite me vigorously jerking him off, he again
tries to sit on my hard penis. "This just doesn't work very well dry. Find
something goddamnit!" Austin demands with an unexpected authoritative tone
and rolls off of me and onto his stomach.

I sit up and scratch my head, looking at him face down on my bed with his
bare white arse exposed, waiting for me to take it as mine. My internal
debate as what to do next oscillates wildly as I weigh up the consequences
of having unprotected sex with Austin. What to use as lube in lieu of
taking him dry like when Shaun had his way with me also vexes me. A slight
shiver runs down my spine as the air conditioning kicks in again. I leap
off of my bed and run around to the other side of it with my cock still
pointing to the heavens and begin to sift through the huge pile of dirty
clothes on the floor. "I will be right back." Austin jerks his face out
from the security of a pillow and looks at me with a very confused look
with his mouth agape with incredulity as I pull on my running shorts first,
pushing my erection to the side and then putting the white 5SOS t-shirt on
that I was wearing earlier.

"What the fuck Chezdon?" Austin pushes himself up and watches me as I walk
backwards toward my bedroom door.

"I will be back in a few minutes." With that simple sentence, I run out of
my bedroom, slamming the door shut and jog through the apartment. I find my
keys and just as quickly I am in the corridor calling the elevator and
waiting for it to arrive. I wonder how many people Austin has exposed his
holiest of holes to and let fuck as I begin my decent to the cold and cruel
world below. Thinking about Austin fucking someone else calms down my dick
and after once again thinking about Jayden's proclamation earlier in the
day, I feel as if I have made the right decision abandoning my boyfriend
and my first proper sexual experience. As I burst out onto the footpath
outside of Eureka tower and into the cold night with my soft bare feet
touching the dirty pavement, I at first think that I left in
haste. Thoughts of being inside of Austin in the comfort of my climate
controlled room begin to overwhelm me and without thinking, I begin to run
down the street towards the Langham Hotel, where I quickly turn right and
sprint towards the 7-11 convenience store which is open all day and all
night. The automatic doors cannot open fast enough, giving me two seconds
to plot which side of the shop to run to retrieve condoms and lube. In the
aisle I predict they will be in yields toothpaste, razors and tampons but
no condoms. I jog quickly and join the queue at the cash register and
patiently wait my turn to speak to the attendant.

A drunken guy who looks like he had one too many dances at the club at the
casino tries to count out coins so that he can purchase a pre-paid phone
recharge voucher. Whilst the process is undertaken and he finalises the
transaction by first retrieving more coin from his pocket and then
requesting a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from the attendant takes what
seems to be days. As I tap my bare foot in anticipation of the bliss that
awaits me, I spot the display of Durex condoms behind the attendant, next
to the display unit of cigarettes. Such items that give pleasure obviously
have been the target of thieves in the past so they need to be secured from
the desperate public. The drunk finalises his transaction and staggers
towards the door which gives the bloke in front of me time to count coins
to purchase a newspaper and a bottle of milk. Why he would want a newspaper
that is nearly a day old confuses me, but thinking about the obscure things
that the public does distracts me from who is lying in wait in my bed. It
also distracts me from thinking about the sexual experiences that Austin
has enjoyed in the past.

Finally, the man toddles off with his newspaper and milk in hand. The
attendant looks at me and grins. "How can I help you sir?"

I point at the display of condoms behind him. "Can I have the blue box of
Durex please?" I quickly glance behind me and see two girls that would be
in their twenties watching me holding jumbo plastic cups of Slurpee
giggling. I focus my attention back on the attendant and point at a bottle
of lubricant which is resting next to the condom display. "One of those
bottles too mate."

The attendant points at one of the boxes hanging within the Durex
display. "The small condoms sir?"

"No, regular size will be fine." I hear the girls behind me laughing
now. "And that bottle of lubricant too." I start pointing again at the
display behind the attendant. He retrieves the two items and I don't take
the time to inspect them as I desperately want to get out of the shop and
get far away from the laughing women and get back to Austin. "Yeah, that is
it. Thanks." I declare and the attendant scans the two items.

"That will be $14.65." I put my hand in my right pocket and then pat my
left pocket quickly and realise that in my excitement I didn't put on my
skinny jeans that had the wad of cash that Kevin gave me and I left my
debit card in my room also. I only have my key and security fob.

"Fuck!" I shout. I feel like crying. "Shit."

"Please do not swear in the shop sir." The attendant scowls at me. "You can
pay using your phone."

"I didn't bring my phone. Hell, I didn't bring anything with me. Fuck." I
turn around and look at the giggling women. "Please, can I borrow some
money? I will pay you back tomorrow." I plead toward the women whilst the
taller one that is dressed more liberally sucks brown slushed ice up the
straw. She looks me up and down and it looks at first she can see right
through me and then looks at her friend before turning her attention
towards me again.

"Give me your shirt and I will buy you the lube. I don't have that much
money and I need me fags. Claire, do you have any cash?" The woman quizzes
her friend using a rough regional accent. The condoms cost $9, so I am
hoping that this stranger will help me out. I am happy to give them my
favourite 5SOS concert shirt so I can have the night of my life in return.

"Naw, I have no cash mate. Sorry." Claire answers with a deadpan
expression. "I have a condom you can have though."

A wave of relief overwhelms me as Claire begins to rummage through her
oversized handbag. Her unnamed friend casually says, "it will still cost
you your shirt mate." One condom for my shirt and the humiliation of
running back to Eureka nearly nude in the middle of the night at first
makes me question my own mental health, but after a few seconds pass, I
pull my shirt up and off over my head proving that I am serious for the
indecent transaction to be finalised. Claire finally locates the condom and
her friend snatches it from her hand and inspects the torn plastic
wrapper. "Claire, how long have you had this for, like five years or
something?" She begins to read small words printed on the package. "This
expired three years ago. Mate, you can't use this. It is as dry as the
fucking outback too."

"Are you going to buy anything or not?" The attendant impatiently asks. I
look at him and then at the two women. I quickly put my shirt back on,
ending the peep show.

"Fuck!" I shout again before running out of the shop after waiting for the
automatic doors to open again. One of the women catcalls me and I don't
bother turning around and instead run as fast as I can back up the
footpath. I pass the drunk man puffing on his cigarette and and follow the
footpath back towards my residential tower. I decide to go back and
retrieve enough money from my pocket and return and get the goods. Just as
I think both my levels of annoyance and anxiety cannot be superseded by
anything besides my old enemy time, a sharp pain in my foot stops me first
from sprinting which then forces me to resort to hobbling so that I do not
crash to the pavement in pain. I quickly inspect the bottom of my foot only
to see it is bleeding and that a shard of glass has punctured my skin. The
glass inconveniently remains lodged in my wound. "Fuck!" I shout and
collapse onto my arse hard on the concrete, hurting my tailbone which in
turn reminds me that my own arsehole hurts from being fucked dry. "Fuck!" I
shout again and begin to whimper into my arm whilst holding my bloody foot.

After regaining my composure, I examine my bloodied wound further and
without considering the consequences use my fingernail to first dig at the
shard that is stuck in the wound and then yank it out. "Goddamnit!" I
scream and then cry on to my arm again for a while before looking up and
watching the women from the 7-11 walk towards me.

"I don't think he is having a good day." I hear Claire say as they smirk
and keep walking, their high heels making them sound like Clydesdales
walking past me on the sidewalk as the one that doesn't have a name puffs
on her newly purchased cigarette. I toss the bloodied shard of glass in
their direction.

"Fuck youse!" I shout the regional slang in an accent that the Clydesdales
would be familiar with and slowly stand up. I balance on my unijured foot,
using the bluestone wall next to me as a brace. The women continue to walk
but increase their pace as I hobble after them like the hunchback of Notre
Dame, leaving drops of blood in my wake on the pavement. The women are
metres ahead of me as I stop at Eureka tower and retrieve the key and fob
from my pocket. I hobble towards the secured residential door and let
myself into the lobby and then continue my journey to the elevator, this
time dripping blood on the clean white tiles in the foyer. More blood is
left on the floor of the elevator as I return home and drops of crimson are
left on the carpet of the corridor as I limp towards my apartment. I wipe
my injured foot on the carpet outside of my front door, which sends bursts
of pain up my leg and spine, but I abandon the desire to blurt out an
obscenity and potentially wake my nosey neighbour up as I let myself in and
hop on one foot towards the guest bathroom near the living room. I quickly
pull my foot up and place it in the sink and turn on the cold water. At
first the life giving liquid makes me wince, but after a few minutes' pass,
the wound appears clean with only a small amount of blood streaming from
it.  With my foot still slowly dripping blood in the sink, I open the
cabinet in front of me and find the elastic bandage that I used to wrap my
ankle last year when I sprained it. I use it to wrap around my bleeding
foot, at first without much pressure, and then with exponentially
increasing pressure until the whole of the bandage has circumnavigated my
foot like Magellan did the world.

I hobble with a sense of purpose back to my bedroom and before I can open
the door to my domain I can hear snoring coming from the other side. With
my anger and frustration levels rising, I quickly throw my door open,
hobble inside and close the door with some force before stripping off my
shirt and tossing it on the floor. Austin is asleep in the same position
that I left him and considering the volume of his snoring seems to be
enjoying a deep sleep. I sit next to him and knead at his bare arse like I
have seen people do with bread on the silly cooking show and then spread
his arse cheeks. Without thinking about it I lean down and start to lick
his butthole. This wakes both Austin and my penis up and after at first not
caring for the stench of his arse, I get used to it and proceed to ram my
face as far as I can into his cleftal horizon and push my tongue up and
into his hole as far as it will go. He continues to squirm and grunt until
my tongue is tired. For a muscle, I expected it to be stronger and last
longer and retreat with a small amount of disappointment.

Seeing my discarded skinny jeans on the floor, I slither towards them and
start to empty the pockets. "Don't stop!" Austin commands. "Fuck, I love
that." I spy Austin staring at me with a big cheeky grin on his face as he
moves his arse further into the air so he can push one of my pillows
strategically under his thighs, providing me easier access to the tunnel,
if I want to pay the toll. I turn my attention to the wad of cash that has
fallen out of my pocket and also the small round metal can of Vaseline that
I took from Austin's bathroom, which he originally stole from
mine. "Chezdon?" Austin asks innocently as I pull off my filthy black
running shorts which are caked in dried sweat from my last run to Port
Melbourne and back. I focus on opening the can of Vaseline which takes some
effort before the lid pops off and hits the wall next to my bed. "Chezdon?"
Austin asks again, but this time louder as I scoop out the petroleum jelly
which I used on my lips over the last year and begin rubbing it all over my
hard cock. It takes some time to completely cover it in a layer of
Vaseline, before I take one last dollop and turn my attention back to
Austin's arse. It is still partially raised in the air and I push the glob
into his waiting arsehole. After massaging the area around his butthole
with the petroleum jelly, Austin speaks and sounds alarmed. "Oh my god,
Chezdon!" are the last words I hear Austin shout before I tactically
arrange myself and silently guide my throbbing penis which is shining as
the colours being broadcast from the television set refract off of it. With
little effort I push myself into Austin. In theory it takes only a second
but it the pleasure that I feel rips through my body and it will be a
sensation that will last a lifetime in my memory. I push sex organ all the
way in to Austin and he groans and I don't know if it is a sound of
pleasure or pain. Selfishly I withdrawal half way and push myself into him
as I grasp his buttocks with both hands and apply my body weight and
pressure to them as I gasp in both delight and utter ecstasy as my cock
finds its way as far it can go in his warm anal cavity. "Chezdon! Jesus!
You are hurting me!" Austin finally says in between grunts. I slowly pull
myself out of him again and wallow in the amazing feeling that has left
electricity surging through my body. I can no longer feel pain in my foot,
head or tailbone as I withdrawal from him like you would cash from an ATM
and wait patiently on my knees for a sign for what I should do next.

Austin quickly turns over and rests the lower portion of his back on the
pillow. Taking a cue from a very educational pornographic video that I
watched recently, I shuffle closer to him on my knees, which would resemble
how a penguin would walk and lift up his legs and push them back behind his
head. "You want to be fucked?" I ask. It is what the porn star said to the
bloke that he pounded in the video within seconds after asking the question
and I feel dirty for being so crass. Austin looks more concerned than
anything and doesn't respond as I push my penis down and the head rubs up
against his blond hairy arsehole. Again, I find it easy to push it inside
of him, however to go all the way in, I force my body forward, which pushes
his legs further back to the point his knees are nearly touching his
face. Again I trust into him, and wanting to relive the previous joyous
sensation over and over, I repeat the process as Austin moans and
swears. The worst day of my life quickly evolves into the best one ever
experienced as I expel the conflicting feelings of lust, love, anger,
disappointment and pain into Austin over and over. My thrusting
systematically pushes him back and he slides off the pillow and to get more
traction, I partially stand up and squat on my bed and push my cock into
him repeatedly with only the back of his head and shoulders touching the
bed. "Oh fuck!" Is all I can utter as I continue to give Austin what he
originally demanded.

"Fuck, stop! It hurts too much!" Austin squeals. The next utterance of
"fuck" is protracted and takes at least five seconds for him to say.

My penis goes in and out of him again and yet again. Sweat begins to run
off my forehead and down my cheek and drips off me and onto his scrunched
up chest in the process. "I am about to cum." I proclaim triumphantly.

"Oh god, hurry!" Austin cries and as I treat him like a pile driver would
concrete, I can feel the sensation of my inner life force preparing to flee
my organ. "It hurts!" Sweat continues to pour off my forehead and run down
my chest as I continue to thrust quickly into Austin with youthful zeal as
he grabs a pillow and bites it, all the time moaning like a wounded bear.

Like a piston in a well-oiled car, I continue working him over. I think
briefly about how the act of love ended in the porn video that I watched
and how the well-built actor pulled himself out and finished himself off on
the happy recipient's stomach and face. I don't want this feeling to ever
end and as I reach the point of climax, I repeatedly pound Austin as hard
and fast as my body will allow me. The tips of his toes kick the wall
repeatedly. If the neighbours are disturbed by this, I don't give a fuck. A
handful of seconds separate me from lust and organism and by the time
Austin uses more blasphemy and tells me to stop again, it proves to be the
last time as I push myself one last time into him and ejaculate my load
into his sweaty tight arsehole. I leave my dick in him long after cum stops
squirting out of me and my eyes roll back inside my head. When I can focus,
I look down at Austin's face between his legs which are still up in the
air. His sweaty blond hair is affixed to his forehead as I withdraw my cock
slowly. I wince as my sensitive cockhead does not like the extra
attention. Austin gasps and looks relieved to finally expel me from his
most private of places. His legs fall to each side of me and I roll off and
over him and land on my back on his right side. "Oh Jesus, that was
amazing." I do not know what else to say after such an intense
experience. What do I do or even say next I wonder? Slapping him on the
arse and saying that he is a good fuck probably wouldn't go over very well.

Austin rolls over and starts scavenging on my floor and quickly returns to
rest on his back. He deftly pushes one of the dirty shirts that he
retrieved off the floor under his arse and between his legs before
beginning to wipe cum off of his chest. I never noticed that he blew his
load and my self-confidence goes through the roof as I quietly congratulate
myself that I must have done a good job. "Fuck me. I never thought you
would be so..." Austin looks at me with wide eyes whilst he searches for an
appropriate word. "Enthusiastic." We lay in silence for a minute breathing
heavily and looking up at the ceiling. The air conditioning continues to
blow cool air over my sweaty body and I start to feel a chill despite being
extremely hot. "Nobody has ever made me cum before."

I turn my head and our eyes meet whilst our bodies lay naked next to one
another, cocks both flaccid and pointing at the other person. "Wow, I don't
know what to say." I want to ask him how many people have fucked him in the
past and if I should end up in the book of Guinness World Records, but I
really shouldn't pollute my memory of my first time with needless facts.

"I mean nobody has made me cum before. I don't know if it is how I feel
about you or the lack of pills, but that was just amazing." Austin reaches
over and scratches my stomach. "Maybe it is both."

I can't help but to ask the question after hearing that compliment. "So Mr
McGuire, what number am I?" Austin continues to lightly scratch my navel
and plays with the small amount of hair that I have under my belly button.

"You are only the second to put it in me. I would say make love, but that
took what I experienced before to a whole new level. I really don't know
what to call it." Austin puts his other arm over his eyes whilst he
continues to stroke my naval hair with two of his fingers. "I have only put
it in four guys. Only one of which that I actually liked." I am shocked
that Austin is so experienced at the tender age of sixteen. "What number am
I, Mr Morrison?"

At first I consider telling a lie, but knowing that all of the bad shit
that I experienced today was fundamentally based on lies being told by
adults, I decide to come clean and admit the truth. "You are my first."
Austin quickly moves the arm that was covering his eyes and his mouth drops
open. He quickly sits up. I don't consider what Shaun did to me as a proper
sexual experience, so I discount that.

"Don't fucking lie. Tell me." He continues to trace geometric symbols
around my belly button as my penis sleeps. "I know you were with Jayden by
the way."

"Are we just talking about anal sex then?" I start breathing heavier as
soon as he states that he knows that I have been with Jayden. "Jayden and I
only gave each other head."

"That is what he told me too. I just thought that the two of you went all
of the way." Austin lays down next to me again, finds my hand with his and
grips it gently.

"That is all we did, and it was only one time." I vow to answer any and all
questions truthfully if I want our relationship to survive. "So the numbers
you said, that included blowies too?"

"No. those numbers were just anal."

More silence as we both look at the ceiling. Austin grips my hand tighter
as if he is willing me to speak and say that I don't judge him for being so
sexually experienced. "Did you just assume that Jayden and I hooked up?"

"No, he called me last night and told me. I didn't know if it was true or
not and I really didn't care, so the call didn't last long." I am left to
assume when I was drinking with Shaun, Jayden was telling Austin about our
intimate relations. What an arsehole. "The boy has it bad for you
Chez. Just honestly tell me you weren't thinking about fucking him when we
were doing it."

"Why would you say something like that!" I nearly shout and sit up. "He is
the last thing on my mind right now especially after spending what I think
are the best minutes of my life with you just now." I genuinely smile and
Austin can tell that I am being sincere as he sits up and hugs me. "I
really like you Austin and contort my body in an awkward way so I can grasp
him tight and then kiss him on the neck.

"I was really hoping that is true given you are the first one that has
licked my arsehole clean." I quickly push Austin away from me and I
immediately see a cheeky grin on his face. "Thanks, I loved you doing
that." His smile is infectious and I lay back and pull the sheet over my
naked body at the same time.

I speak towards the ceiling. "I am not about to do that now with my cum up
there, so don't ask please." Austin chuckles. "Who was the other person
that you spread your legs for?"

"You make it sound so dirty Chez." Austin roles onto his side and watches
me stare at the ceiling. He begins to play with my nipple. "I had a
boyfriend before. It was kept under wraps. You know him too."

I reach up and push my sweaty hair off of my forehead, not caring what I
look like after the throws of passion. "Who?"

"Fergus."

"Fergus?" I ask not knowing who he is talking about. "I don't know any
Fergus."

"Sure you do." He continues to lightly stroke my nipple. "He sits in front
of you in our class with Mackey."

"You mean Ron Weasley?" I gasp and then I chuckle. "Ron Weasley was your
boyfriend? No!"

"Yeah, for nearly a year. Why do you think he gives you so much shit?
Because he knows that I am in to you. Don't get a big head but I talk to
him about you frequently." Again I am at a loss for words and begin to
count the number of recessed lights in my ceiling. "We are still friends."

"You are friends with everyone though. Excuse me if I am shocked that the
two of you were together. He just seems so dull and you seem to be polar
opposites." I turn over on my side and look at Austin in the eyes and then
adjust my body so my head rests comfortably on my pillow and begin to
stroke his nipple. "That is all I will say since I don't really know
him. Why did you break up?"

"Good, he is a nice guy but he is a bit of a player. He likes going to the
gay bars, dressing up so he looks older and gets involved in that scene. It
wasn't for me. I caught him out going to one and cheating when he was
supposed to be doing something with his family, so I dumped him. Besides,
he was a bottom and two bottoms really can never be that compatible."
Austin sits up and pulls the sheet out from under him and pulls it up far
enough so that I can continue to play with his nipple. Although I can feel
the warmth of his naked body under the sheet and his close proximity, my
penis remains asleep, encouraging me to follow suit and I yawn. "It has
been a long day, hey?"

"So much for not wanting sex until after our first date." Austin looks
mortified. "I thought I would remind you of that." I give him a cheeky
smile.

"You bastard." He pinches my nipple and I scream. "Shhhhh!"

"I know I am irresistible." I smile and like a caterpillar slide awkwardly
closer to Austin. I start to rub my leg against his, the soft leg hair
massaging my equally soft skin as I gently place my hand on his bare
thigh. I lean in and gently kiss him on the lips.

"Sometimes you are." He pecks me on the lips like a fish would take a grain
of feed. "I can't do it again just so you know, you wore my hole out. I
have never experienced anything like that before." Austin smiles and
seemingly wipes at his arse under the sheet and then tosses my shirt out on
to the floor. I lightly scratch his hairy ball sack. "Are you still wearing
your socks?"

I roll back on my back and pull the sheet down exposing my lower body and
pull my bandaged foot out from hiding. "I stepped on glass." There is a
small amount of blood on the exterior of the elastic bandage, but not so
much to make me think that it is still bleeding. "When I ran barefoot to
7-11 to get condoms and lube whilst you had a nap." I pause. "It is a long
uninteresting story, but I think I took my frustration out on your arsehole
when I returned." I pull the sheet back up and over my chest and turn back
on my side to face Austin. "Ask me about it tomorrow when we have our
date." I pause again. "If of course you still want to have it being
originally it was just a prerequisite for fucking."

"Shut the fuck up!" Austin giggles and pushes me under the sheet. I place
my leg back on his and find his balls and begin to caress them again. "What
is it like to have only one ball?"

"I never really thought about it. I had to have one removed when I was
going through puberty so I really have never known anything different."
Besides my parents and Mel, I have only told that deep dark physiological
secret to Austin. "You should be the judge. Does it work okay?"

"Fuck yeah. Honestly I wasn't expecting so much cum. I wasn't expecting you
to cum inside of me or for that matter, even let you cum inside of me." He
puts his tongue between his teeth slightly and sits up once again and pulls
the sheet back off me, exposing my boyhood. "Can I look at it again?"

"Sure." I roll on to my back and Austin inspects my ball sack, taking an
interest in the scar on my scrotum. He licks my ball and takes a long and
deep smell of my remaining anatomy. "Do you like what you see?"

"I have always thought that a cut cock just looks nicer, I am just happy
you have what I want." Austin lifts up my penis and begins to inspect the
head.

"I thought you just wanted me for my awesome personality, brain and cute
face." Austin continues to audit the details of my cock and he blows on it,
which makes it stir from its slumber.

He quickly abandons his inspection when he notices my penis stirring and
pulls the sheet back over me and returns to his favourite position on his
back. "All of those too, but the reverse order." He lightly brushes his
foot against my bandage. "I can't believe you fucked yourself up running
for condoms. You are the king of bad timing."

I roll my eyes and silently agree wholeheartedly with the sad assessment of
my recent life and times. "Don't take offence when I ask this-"

Austin interrupts me. "Mate, you just blew your load in my arse. If I
didn't take offence to that, I dare you to find something that I will take
offence to."

"Well, your father seems to be a bit of a misogynist. I am just wondering
how Chloe and your mother put up with it." Once again my leg finds Austin's
and my hand finds his testicles. "I mean doesn't anyone ever tell him we
aren't living in the 1950's?"

Austin laughs and puts his hand on my bare thigh again and after rubbing
it. He gets closer to me and grasps my buttock in his hand and pecks me on
the lips again. "This is why I started therapy. My mother knew that I
wasn't into whole god is great stuff and she thought that I should be
exposed to a man that didn't have an old world view on masculinity. That is
how I ended up seeing that bloke that your mother is getting married to,
because your mother recommended Dr O'Connor to my mother. We got along and
I have seen him since. You will also be amused to know that my father's
favourite television show is 'I Dream of Jeannie.'"

"Hmmmm? You mean that show where the bird lives in the bottle and comes out
and actions that bloke's wishes and cleans his house and stuff?" More
pieces to the puzzle begin to fit together however my blood starts boiling
as soon as I hear Shaun's surname. "What made him put you on
anti-depressants and stuff?"

"Owww!" Austin jerks backwards. "Don't squeeze my balls so tight." The
thought of Shaun must have caused me to have a psychosomatic reaction.

"Sorry." I begin to massage his balls gently once again.

"Yeah, that is the stupid show. Crazy hey! You have first-hand knowledge of
my mental family. Between my father's attitude on women belonging in the
kitchen, my thoughts on boys belonging in my bed and my mother's adoption
of religion, which I blame your silly mother for, life at home was just
depressive." Austin yawns which encourages me to yawn seconds later. "I
just never had anyone to talk to since I couldn't come out and be myself,
well at least until the other day, and my father's victim mentally at the
hands of goddamned Daniel Morrison as he affectionately calls your father,
I was convinced that I needed pills. So I started taking them."

"Did Dr O'Connor ever mention me?" To this minute I am convinced he knew
who I was when he fucked me. "I mean his take on my family because of his
relationship with my mother should have given him some sort of unique
insight."

"Never. Most of the time we would just talk about sport, cars, music and
current events if you can believe it. He was just an adult male that I
could talk to that would not judge me." Austin rolls on his back and yawns
again, this time covering his mouth with his hand. "I am so tired."

I see that the television show being broadcast on Channel 7 is now the late
night ads for powerful vacuum cleaners and gym equipment. "Maybe we should
order that vacuum cleaner for your mother. It will make it easier on her
cleaning up after Kevin." I manage a hearty laugh and Austin closes his
eyes. I crawl closer to him and put my arm under the pillow he is resting
his head on and drape the other one over his chest. He quickly moves onto
his left side so I can hold him tightly and spoon him. Within seconds,
Austin is breathing heavily and what seems like seconds pass when the
morning alarm beings to sound on my mobile phone.

"Christ, turn it off!" Austin demands. My arm is sore from him laying on it
all night and my chest is sticking to him as it heated up against his
clammy wet back. "Jesus! What time is it?"

I let go of Austin and climb over him and search for the skinny jeans that
I wore the previous day, which is where my blaring phone is hiding. I find
it in the rear pocket with the photo that I stole of us dressed in the lime
green mankinis and discard the photo on the floor and push myself back up
onto the bed with my phone in hand. After hitting the mattress hard, I
deactivate the obnoxious alarm and put my arm over my eyes. "Fuck it is
Friday, right?"

"Who knows, who cares. Let me sleep." Austin demands and rolls over to face
me, kicking my ankle in the process.

"Ouch!" I cry. "Your toenails are fucking long. Do something about those."

"Leave me alone!" Austin takes the pillow that was under his head and
pushes it against his face. "It is too early. What time is it?"

"6:58 AM." I reach over and grab the television remote off the nightstand
and like I do every morning turn up the volume so I can hear the top news
stories on the Sunrise morning show. "Don't you wake up with Kochie every
day?" Making reference to David Koch, who is one of the hosts of the
breakfast news show doesn't give Austin much cause to move the pillow and
face the world. I feel remarkably spry and refreshed after the long and
action-packed day that has just passed and with a smile I press the 'up'
button on the remote control that controls the blinds, which gradually
allows sunlight to enter my room. Austin groans again but moves the pillow
off of his face and places it behind his head again. I lean in and kiss him
on the cheek.

"Good morning." I then kiss him on the lips. "Jesus, you have bed breath."

"That is a nice thing to say to the guy that you fucked." Austin wipes at
his eyes and then yawns.

"At least I didn't say that you are a bad fuck." I laugh. "Come on and get
that busted arse of yours moving. You can have the shower first since you
take so long."

Austin rolls out of bed and treads across discarded clothes along with the
other detritus that I have left on my floor over the last many days since
the maid has come and tidied up. He bends down and picks up the school
jumper that he previously loaned me and pays particular attention to
it. "So you use my clothes as a cum rag?"

"I just wanted to be close to you." I laugh again. Austin chucks his jumper
back onto the floor and wanders over to his duffel bag and starts to sort
through it before looking through the clothes that he took out of it last
night and placed on the bed that got kicked onto the floor at some point. I
turn up the volume of the television as the newsreader, Natalie Barr begins
to speak about the latest outrage our Prime Minister, Tony Abbott has
caused. "Whatever."  I roll my eyes and begin to watch Austin begin his
morning routine instead.

"Do you have a towel that I can use?" Austin scratches his arse and
yawns. His penis dangles in front of him innocently and in turn tempts me
to get out of from underneath my sheet and duvet.

"The one you used earlier this week is still hanging up in the bathroom."

The image of our honourable Prime Minister disappears from the television
screen and is replaced by a car that is on fire. Natalie Barr begins to
speak about the latest newsworthy headline. Neither one of us pay much
attention until we hear the name 'Dr Shaun O'Connor' uttered by the
newsreader. "Rewind it!" Austin screeches. I fumble with the remote control
and time skip the broadcast backwards a minute, so we can hear about how
horrible our Prime Minister is perceived yet again before the news report
is read about Shaun.

"In other breaking news, Victorian police have discovered the body of the
prominent psychiatrist, Dr Shaun O'Connor, near the burned-out wreckage of
a high-powered Mercedes C63 that was crashed at high speed into a kangaroo
that was crossing the Hume Highway near Longwood at approximately three
o'clock this morning. Excess speed and alcohol which was found at the crash
site are assumed to be a factor in the crash. Dr O'Connor provides
consulting to the cast of 'The Real Housewives of Melbourne' and other
television personalities. The investigation continues. In other news-"

"Holy shit." Austin shouts and intertwines his hands behind his head. "What
the fuck? What is so funny? This isn't funny!" He reprimands me after
seeing me smile. I have to devise a story quick.

"It just seems so Australian really." I manage to control my smile and
focus on the rays of light reflecting off of Austin's naked body.

"What does?"

"Death by kangaroo."

"The poor kangaroo."

"The poor car."

Austin chuckles. "No big loss. Still you shouldn't laugh at the
misfortunate of the dead. It is bad luck."

"I thought you liked Shaun." I sniff snot back up into my nasal cavity,
enabling me to breathe through it for the first time properly since I woke
up. How I would love to spit it on Shaun's dead corpse.

"Well I did when he had me all drugged up. It just seems like that one part
of my life has now ended and another one has started. It is all very
poignant really." I wasn't expecting Austin to take such a pragmatic stance
or for me to be able to empathise with him being drugged. He walks towards
the bathroom with a small zippered bag of personal hygiene products in his
hand. He doesn't bother to close the sliding mirrored doors as he first
turns on the shower before he begins to brush his teeth.

I lean back and relish in the moment. The smile returns to my face knowing
that my rapist is dead and the indignity of what he subjected me to never
has to be discussed. With a new sense of enthusiasm to take on the day in
what is proving to be the most fantastic day I have enjoyed in weeks, I
manoeuvre myself so I am sitting on the side of the bed and cross my leg
over my knee so I can unwrap the bandage from my foot. I slowly undo the
bloodied elastic fabric, exposing more and more blood as each layer is
unwrapped. By the time I get to the last layer and delicately try to remove
the part of the bandage that is stuck to the bottom of my foot, I close my
eyes and as slowly as I can pull it away from my foot. When I finally get
the courage to open my eyes and inspect the damage, I find a fair amount of
dried blood but it is no longer is bleeding. Like I fool, I begin hopping
on one foot towards the bathroom and meet Austin at the shower stall as he
emerges from the steam and the spray of warm water. "Can you help me?"

I put my weight on Austin's shoulder and use him as a crutch and we both
enter the shower stall. When I am confident that I am balanced, he leaves
and begins to dry himself off before beginning the process of drying his
hair. Although slower than normal, I wash myself and then complete my
preening and primping after Austin leaves and begins to dress. After
wrapping my foot with a small portion of the used elastic bandage, I feel
confident that I can pull a black sock over it and get my shoe over my
foot, which I succeed at doing with very little shoe lace to spare. Not
wanting to put too much pressure on my foot and risk opening the wound, I
eventually hobble into the kitchen and find Austin enjoying a cup of coffee
with Mel, who is reviewing the business section of the newspaper.

"Hi Mel, how are you?" I ask with the widest smile I believe I have ever
managed to form without acting. "How are you feeling?" The swelling on her
face has diminished but what has receded has been replaced by bruising.

"I am fine." Mel finishes her cup of coffee.

"I will get you a new cup." I grab Mel's empty mug and walk toward Austin
who has to move out of the way so I can retrieve another mug from the
overhead cabinet for my own use. I refill her cup with black coffee and
pour a full cup for myself and take a sip as I hobble over and place the
mug in front of her.

"What happened to you? Why are you so happy?" Mel looks up from the
newspaper briefly to sip coffee from her mug and sees Austin looking at
me. "Oh, I know why. I don't want to know any more." She sips her coffee
and turns the page of the newspaper, trying to conceal the grin on her
face.

"Don't worry about me. It is a good day to be alive." I can't help but
think of Shaun and his demise out in the middle of nowhere in regional
Victoria and I smile whilst sipping from my coffee mug.

"Thanks for not making me pound on your door and beg for the two of you to
get ready and go this morning. I appreciate it." Mel continues to read the
newspaper and every few seconds gulps coffee from the mug. "Get some water,
let's go." Not wanting to argue with Mel, and more importantly miss out on
the ride to school we both put our mugs in the sink and at different times,
grab bottles of water from the refrigerator and return to my room where we
both go on the hunt for our respective mobile phones.

"Shit, my phone is out of power. I should probably call my mother and tell
her that I am alive." Austin puts his phone and bottle of water in the side
pocket of his backpack and picks both his bag and my bag up. "Are you
coming?"

I find my phone under a pillow and notice that it has 3% of power in
reserve, along with a missed call, a voice mail and unread text
messages. "Yeah, hold up." I hobble towards Austin with my phone and bottle
of water in each hand. I stop in front of his face and I quickly peck him
on the lips. "Thanks."

"Thanks for what?" Austin swings both backpacks over his shoulder. "Jesus,
what do you carry around in this thing?"

"Just for being you." I sound like a ridiculous love-struck girl in a
romantic coming of age story and try to shake the morning-after euphoria of
good sex from my mind as I follow behind Austin as quickly as possible as
we walk to meet Mel in the foyer. We each grab our respective sets of keys
and venture in silence to the car park as per usual.

As I have my eyes closed thinking about what physically happened between us
last night, along with our pillow talk, the sudden acceleration of the
Cayenne onto St Kilda Road jerks me into the door. I am taken by surprise
and I drop my phone on to the floor next to my injured foot as it continues
to accept a much-needed charge from the cigarette lighter charging
adapter. Turning around to look at Austin sitting in the rear seat, I reach
over and place my hand on his knee and begin to gently scratch it. The
gentle scratching evolves to a circular rubbing motion and I slowly move my
hand up Austin's leg and let it languish suggestively before it gets too
close to the prize. I raise my head only to find that Austin is staring at
me and smiling.

"Sorry." Austin simply says and his smile morphs into a frown. The Cayenne
comes to a sudden stop and I jerk forward, being restrained in place by the
seat belt. Austin laughs. "I saw that coming."

"Goddamned traffic." Mel shouts indignantly and turns up the radio.

"You have nothing to be sorry about mate. Have your fun." I open my
backpack and quickly find the tray of prescription pain killers that I
stole from Shaun and turn around and hand them to Austin. "Here, throw
these away. I don't need them." Despite the pain in my head, I relent
knowing that if Austin can go cold turkey from the pills that he has been
on for years, I can go cold turkey without the illicit painkillers and
white powder that I have seemingly enjoyed for the past six days. Mel honks
the horn out of exasperation and I hear my phone vibrating on the floor.

Austin takes the mostly used tray of white pills from me. He looks at the
back of the tray and from the look on his face I can tell he knows what
Oxycodone is. He shakes his head and purses his lips together as he opens
his backpack and drops the narcotics into it. "You are never going to see
these again." He looks out the window of the car and down at our classmate
that is driven to school daily in the Audi R8.

I turn around and gaze at Austin again. "I don't want to see them again. I
don't need them. I need you Austin." I rub Austin's leg and he looks at me
and smiles. I turn around in time to prepare myself to be jolted in my seat
again as Mel quickly accelerates and breaks in the traffic. My phone starts
to vibrate again next to my foot. I give it a cursory glance and since I
can't see the caller ID as the phone is upside down, I ignore it. With
fatigue starting to set in as I come down from the natural hormones that
have been controlling me for the last day, I start to kick at the annoying
device and then try to turn it over by grabbing it with the sides of my
shoes. Mel blows the horn again and shouts.

"Do you think I can get some charge in my phone, I should call my mother."

"Yeah sure." I unplug the cigarette lighter adapter from both the console
and also my phone and hand it to Austin. I listen to it being plugged into
the console in the back seat. For a brief moment I think of insisting that
Mel use the four-wheel drive feature of the vehicle and suggest that she
drive over the kerbs and greenbelts and to head to a café far away from
the mess of traffic until it clears up. My phone starts to vibrate on the
floor again.

"God, the traffic is getting horrible in this area. Remember the chaos at
lunch yesterday?" I hear Austin say.

My phone starts vibrating on the floor again. I reach down to retrieve it
and I see on the caller ID that Malcolm is ringing and that I have a few
missed calls from him. I swipe at the phone and answer the call. "Wassup?"
Mel begins to shout blasphemy and honks the horn repeatedly, joining in
with the other frustrated drivers. Malcolm says something but over all of
the shouting and the radio I cannot understand a word that he says. "Mate,
repeat that please, I couldn't hear shit."

The next nine words I hear shock me to the core and tears immediately begin
to form in my eyes. Speechless, I turn around and look at Austin in shock
and then look forward again before dropping my phone on the floor. As I
unbuckle my seat belt and throw open the passenger door, my heart begins to
beat so quickly I feel like it is going to explode from my chest as I hear
both Mel and Austin shouting my name and the distant grainy voice of
Malcolm still shouting from the phone as it rests on the floor of the car.

Without bothering to close the door of the Cayenne, I eject my body onto
the street and first begin to hobble and then run as fast as my injured
foot will allow me down footpath. Tears begin flowing from my eyes as I
pass more and more pedestrians and cars stopped at a standstill. The first
intersection I get to has both a red light and a red man flashing at me but
since traffic is gridlocked from what has happened up ahead, I continue to
run. With no regard for my injured foot, I run as fast as I can and pass
multiple cars stuck in gridlock, some with the drivers standing next to
their vehicle looking down St Kilda Road trying to ascertain what has
happened. I continue to sprint as the sweat starts to ooze from my skin as
fast as the tears flow from my eyes. I dodge people on the footpath and
quickly dart across another intersection. The congestion of people on the
footpath forces me to run in the bicycle lane and I sprint in it until all
traffic, including bicycles, humans and animals on leashes cannot progress
any further down the road.

A helicopter begins to hover over the area. I start hopping up and down on
the foot that is not experiencing excruciating pain, looking for a familiar
face and finally see Christopher standing with a group of pedestrians on
the side of the road. The general public looks as dazed and confused as I
am as I forcefully push past men on bicycles and more pedestrians, moving
away from the tram stop which was destroyed when it was struck by a
car. After struggling to get closer to Christopher and up on the footpath,
I can see the flashing lights of an ambulance that has overturned and is
resting on its side on the tram line with its lights still
flashing. Malcolm's words begin to repeat in my head over and over. Sweat
pours into my eyes which are already inflamed because my tears will not
stop streaming out and dripping off of my chin and onto my white
shirt. Christopher grabs me when he sees me and holds me tight.

Christopher shouts into my ear, "he will be okay mate." I continue to cry
on Christopher's shoulder and he squeezes me unlike anyone ever has. I hear
Malcolm's familiar voice shouting my name after he puts his hands on my
shoulders to get my attention. I quickly turn around and my eyes fall on
Malcolm and I immediately can tell that has also been crying. He wipes at
his nose with his sleeve and then reaches out and embraces me. I do the
same which causes me to weep. I don't stop crying for minutes as both
Malcolm and I compete for the title of how loud a boy can actually make
awfully sad and distressing noises at the edge of despair. When I think I
have no further tear or bead of sweat left to shed, I stutter words into
Malcolm's shoulder. "Wh-wh-what the fuck ha-hap-happened?" I snort back
snot violently and wipe my face on Malcolm's saturated shoulder. In the
distance I see Austin running down the bicycle lane.

Christopher comes from behind and wraps his arms around both Malcolm and I
and begins to shout over the deafening noise being created by the
helicopter above and the sirens near us. "Mate, it happened so
quickly. That ambulance hit that blue car and it went out of control and
hit the tram stop." Christopher holds me tighter as I start to scream
uncontrollably and begin to cry again. Christopher shakes me until I calm
down so I can actually process what he is saying. "The car hit Jayden, some
other kid and some woman. It just happened so fucking fast." I am
speechless.

Austin crashes through the crowd and into my periphery only to see
Christopher holding me from behind. "What the hell happened? What the fuck
happened?" Austin shouts as loud as he possibly can.

Christopher repeats what he saw at the top of his lungs to Austin verbatim
as Malcolm crouches down on his knees and looks to the ground and
interlocks his hands behind his neck.

"Oh fuck!" Austin's face turns as white as a ghost. He then embraces me
although Christopher doesn't let me go fearing that I will pass out. I put
my head on Austin's shoulder and sob again.

"Let me go! I am fine. Just let me go." I shout as loud as I can so both
Christopher and Austin can hear me. They cautiously release me and I manage
to stand on my own two feet before deciding to sit on the kerb. Malcolm
follows my lead and moves from his hunched and despondent squatting pose in
the bicycle lane and comes to sit next to me. Austin and Christopher then
sit next to us as we all sit motionless being absorbed into a cacophony of
deafening sirens, shouting, cars honking, people talking and a helicopter
hovering.