Date: Tue, 01 Dec 2015 04:55:39 +0000
From: Chezdon <chezdon1997@gmail.com>
Subject: Innocence Waning Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I was roused from consciousness along with a fleeting dream about being in
a toilet block as I heard my father shouting on the phone in the room next
door. He has this irritating habit of communicating on his mobile phone
using the speakerphone functionality so he can type on his laptop at the
same time. Why he is up at 6:45 AM on a Saturday working instead of nursing
a hangover is anybody's guess, but after coming out of my sleepy haze and
wiping the crust out of my eyes, I realised that my dream was linked in to
a very intriguing reality from the day that has just passed. I remained in
stasis holding my pillow across my chest like I dreamed what I would do
with the throbbing flesh that I bore witness to in the public toilets not
some twenty four hours prior.

A quick shower and then the active hair dryer alerted my father that I was
concious which caused him to send me a text message asking if I wanted
breakfast. This is how he prefers to communicate with me when I have my
bedroom door closed as he is probably afraid of throwing open the portal to
my realm and seeing me pleasure myself. Instead of shouting through walls,
we both agreed that texting was easiest, so I said "yay" to the idea of
'brekkie' as we call it since it had been a while since I had socialised
with my old man. I started digging through one of the many heaving bags of
Armani Exchange that languish in my closet, all the spoils of winnings at
the horse races after my father has come home in some ecstatic state and
generously passed me a wad of sweaty cash. Flemington (or is it Caulfield)
racetrack must be his destination today if he is keen to go to breakfast
since he will no doubt be out with his friends shouting at the beasts all
afternoon as he tends to do on a Saturday.

Breakfast was a quick affair as my father was more interested in texting
his mates his latest tips on the nags, but I still managed to enjoy the
roasted chorizo in a tomato sauce with some poached eggs in between the
barrage of one thousand questions about school, friends, girls and current
events out at a café on Southbank Promenade, overlooking the murky Yarra
River that splits the city of Melbourne in two. During the awkward silences
where I had the pleasure of hearing defamatory utterances of the names of
horses that are running, that seemingly have been losers in the weeks and
months past, I agreed to meet my mate Jayden over at Federation Square,
across from the iconic Flinders Street train station after my father paid
the bill and I gave him my sincere wish that he backs a few winners today.

Federation Square is only a brisk few minutes' walk from Southbank and is a
popular place to meet people because of all of the low quality cafes, large
outdoor television that broadcasts every iteration of sport known to man
(when Australia is playing whichever code of course) and a fair amount of
improvised street furniture so tourists, teenagers and the corporate
lunch-time lovers have a place to chill out. It is also a great place to
perve and lately I have found more and more people perve at us hanging out
in this public square than I actually check out. I have been approached by
trashy girls that can barely string a sentence together since I am often
there waiting for people simply listening to music, asking me silly
questions which is always tedious, but as I learned from my father, it is
always best to be nice and cordial to everyone since you never know how
silly words or abrupt actions will impact you in the future.

Like clockwork, Jayden turned up said when he would. He is probably my most
punctual friend and he even found time to get a Slurpee from the 7-11.

"How can you drink that shit?" is how I greet him from a distance. He is
far enough away that I am able to shout it loud enough so people look at
him and ultimately embarrasses him. He hates undo attention.

"It is good to see you too arsehole! How is my favourite anorexic boy?" A
statement that makes the onlookers stare and actually makes me feel
uncomfortable for a change, a rare thing indeed, so to have some fun I
start making retching noises and holding my stomach. This was all too
intense for some tourists so they moved along elsewhere with their selfie
stick after conveniently taking a few photos documenting the wayward youth
in central Melbourne.

Jayden has a pair of black skinny jeans and an oversized singlet on. I
wonder sometimes why he dresses the way he does given he has a girlfriend
who he adores, but he always seems to want to look like a male slut, today
being a case in point as one of his nipples alternate being on display as
he cut off some off some of the fabric of shirt around the neck and
shoulders so more flesh can be exposed. After he is done taking a big slurp
he looks off across the street, sighs and says in a matter of fact way "I
don't care what we do today, but I am not taking that goddamned
train. Every bogan in this city is coming in for the footy today."

"Stuff the train and the footy mate. Why don't we head down to Port
Melbourne?" The suggestion flowed from my mouth without much thought. I
didn't know what I was going to accomplish taking him to Port Melbourne as
it wasn't like I would be able to tell him what happened in the toilet
block the previous day, that and he wouldn't understand my motivation just
to have a look around.

Jayden leers at me with a sour look on his face. "Why the fuck would you
want to go there? There is fuck all there to do."

"There is the beach." I say with some sort of confident indignation.

Laughter ensues. "Look at me, does it look like I am dressed for the
beach?"

"Well, I just thought it would be a change of scenery and a little less out
of control than say the beach at St Kilda. I don't want to sit around here
all day looking like some foolish kid with nothing better to do. My dad
gave me $200 so hey, let's go spend it."

Shouting my mates various activities, food and beverage has become a
pastime since my father started giving me so much money for 'allowance'
because of the recent winnings at the racetrack.

We walked over to Collins Street to catch the 109 Tram. Jayden continued to
slurp and tried to walk without being constrained by his skinny
jeans. Since it was going to be an abnormally warm autumn day, I imagined
how musty the smell of his ball sack would be after some brisk walking
around. Filthy thoughts turned into ones of pure survival, trying to get
over to the tram stop in the middle of the road after playing the time
honoured game of dodging yellow cabs. The tram turned up quickly and was
filled with tourists, most likely from the Grand Hyatt and Westin, all no
doubt heading to Port Melbourne to catch the Spirit of Tasmania vessel
which I assume was leaving at some point today. My father always rubbishes
that as some overpriced tourist trap since you can fly from Melbourne to
Tasmania (Launceston) for around $70 in less than an hour, so why would you
go to all of the effort to take the bloody boat that hauls people and cargo
which is an uncomfortable yet an expensive overnight chore? The thought
process makes sense.

Twenty minutes of stopping and starting on the tram following the
pedestrian footpath that was such a familiar site from the day before, I
once again ended up at Beacon Cove staring at frazzled tourists and
suggesting that we get coffee from the café that occupies the old train
station. Three flat whites and a bottle of water later, I was ready to
go. Not only did the owner of the café look at me with an inquisitive
look as I powered through the cups like a man obsessed with beans, but
Jayden provided a running commentary to amuse himself.

"The boy won't eat, but will live on a diet of coffee and water. You should
go into politics or try to be a model!" My friend likes to take the piss,
sometimes so incessantly that it gets old.

"Who cares that I like coffee. You drink damn Slurpee's and single-handedly
keep that 7-11 open in Fed Square with all of the coin that you give them
mate."

"Yeah but I eat."

"What is wrong with you, I eat all of the time. I just don't like shit
food. I saw on Twitter that the taco truck is down here right now, so I
will buy tacos if you want." I don't know why Jayden has such an obsession
with my weight but I assume it was because a few years ago he had an extra
10 kg on him and worked hard to lose it. I have never had to worry about
how much I weigh fortunately. Being 5' 8" and 65kg, I could easily have got
into the skinny jeans that Jayden was wearing and not struggle to walk. He
realises this which is why he is always telling me that I should eat.

I lied when I said that the taco truck was in Port Melbourne. It does
randomly turn up in the industrial estate I have found as I have actively
hunted it down in the past as I like tacos, but I had no intention of
walking into the industrial estate. Most of the streets do not even have
footpaths and it is about the last place I wanted to spend my
Saturday. Where I did want to go was back down the beachfront and towards
Westgate Park, which Jayden agreed to do in the name of tacos, chips and
guacamole.

After the footpath deviated away from the beach and we were close to the
industrial estate which borders Westgate Park is when Jayden started to
whinge that he was hot and wanted to know how much longer he had to walk. I
suggested that we could use my key and tear his skinny jeans and turn them
into skinny shorts. He only declined because he would look like a wanker
with his untanned white legs and high top Converse that he is
wearing. Sacrificing comfort for fashion seems just silly.

When I spotted the footpath that led into Westgate Park, I mention that the
coffee and water has caught up with me, and I desperately need to find a
toilet.

"It isn't like I can walk into one of those warehouses and ask them to use
their toilet mate!" was my response to the comment that I shouldn't have
consumed so much coffee and water.

"Jesus Christ, let's just go in to the park. Surely there is a toilet or I
can piss on a bush." To which Jayden agreed.

Given I was on a caffeine high and actually aware of my surroundings today,
I noticed that there were a contingent of motorcars parked in a small
parking lot as we entered the park and most of them had an occupant. I
thought it was weird that people drive to the park, only to just hang out
in their car but then thought something more sinister was afoot and it made
me glad that I dragged along Jayden, nearly kicking and screaming.

Jayden pointed out the public toilet block before I even noticed it as my
head was looking over my shoulder at all of the random males seated in
their cars. He was leading the way, which certainly wasn't part of my grand
plan. I really wanted him to innocently wait outside this public facility
whilst I went in to piss hoping that someone would be in there wanting to
look at me, and more importantly, me look at them. I followed him into the
shithouse through the open door. He deviated into a cubicle, a poor
convenience at that mainly because of all of the years of abuse and
graffiti and closed the door. I stood at the trough all alone wondering why
I was here of all places wondering what I was trying to achieve. I took a
deep breath and let out an audible sigh.

In racing, a trifecta is achieved when you bet on three horses to win in a
certain order and they actually run in that order. Punters make a fair
amount of money betting in such a manner however I always wondered why
bother when it hard enough to pick one winner. As I stood at the trough and
decided that I actually should piss, I undid my skinny jeans (not as skinny
as Jayden's) un-bunched my sweaty boxer briefs as they were riding up my
arse and collected under my balls and let loose a stream of piss so mighty
that it was reflecting off the aluminium trough. The hollow noise my piss
was making off the dead cold metal masked the fact that someone had come
into this five star facility and frightened me as he sauntered up to the
trough, about a metre from me and started to undo his belt. As he pulled
out his soft but thick cock, Jayden let out the longest and loudest fart
that I have ever heard in my life. It would have lasted a good four
seconds.

"Goddamn! I feel like a new man!" Echoed through the chamber of stale piss,
shit and bleach. "Yeeehaw!!!"

My phone then started to vibrate in my back pocket. It was a custom
vibration indicating it was my father. He tends to give me a certain amount
of freedom provided that I stay at the top of my class and most importantly
answer the phone when he rings promptly. As I tried to hold on to my cock
and finish my piss and not start laughing because of the commentary that
Jayden was providing from behind closed doors, I fumbled around in my back
pocket with my free hand to get my phone and ended up with my skinny jeans
pushed down to my knees as I struggled to keep some sort of control of
myself and the situation. The bloke next to me, who most likely had
untoward intentions started laughing since I just couldn't manage to get
the phone out of the tight back pocket and piss at the same time. Jayden
started singing some top-40 hit not knowing what was happening.

I finished pissing, put my penis back behind my briefs and managed to get
my phone out and greet my father using the Samsung technology. My trousers
were still down by my knees and I was trying to pull them up with one hand,
much to the amusement of the random bloke next to me. He kept laughing. I
was mortified.

"Hey dad!" I said in a perturbed tone, whilst managing to wedge the phone
between my ear and shoulder, so I could grab the sides of my jeans and yank
them up with a bit of a hop so the late morning matinee could finally end.

I walked away from the trough, still trying to fasten the top button of my
jeans, truly embarrassed as the gentleman was still watching me. "Where are
you? A pub? Who is singing?" I was quizzed over the phone.

"Chezdon's father is my hero!" was then sung in a falsetto from behind the
security of the closed loo door. "There goes my hero, watch him as he
goes!" Jayden decided to evoke the spirit of Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters
fame as I scurried outside the human zoo that the restroom turned into so I
could have a proper conversation.

"No, I am in Port Melbourne with Jayden, and honestly I was just taking a
piss if you really must know!" I told my father.

"Why are you in Port Melbourne of all places, there is nothing to do
there!" My father both stated and asked in some mysterious yet bemused
way. I told him that we were hunting down the taco truck and just had
coffee at Beacon Cove. As usual too much information bored my father and he
proceeded to say that he won the trifecta on Flemington Race 1, and if I
wanted to buy a new phone or "whatever" to do it.

I thought of telling him that I seemingly won the trifecta also. A random
was getting his cock out next to me, Jayden farting, commentating, singing
and then me losing control of my trousers as my paternal father decided to
ring me, to tell me that he won that meeting of the beasts literally.

Then I noticed that the horse bolted from the public toilet so to
speak. The random gentleman walked past me actually laughing. My father
then said his farewells and told me to enjoy myself. If he only knew what
his only child had on his mind when he rang and what ensued.

Jayden came out into the sunlight with a bit of a sweat on his brow. "Why
are you so red?" in reference to my face.

"Why the hell are you sweating?"

"Who should I complain to? What Council oversees this area? There was no
goddamned toilet paper so I had to wipe my arse with my socks and
underwear. Whomever has to clean that shithole will have a surprise waiting
for them."

"Oh god."

"Yeah, I left the shit-soiled underwear and socks on the floor. I am sure
there is some sick fuck that will get off in there with them too."

I start to laugh like a lunatic because of all of the different themes that
managed to collide in a matter of a minute. In fact I just can't stop
laughing and the sheer ridiculousness of the situation draws me back in to
look at what Jayden left behind.

"Mate, where are you going?"

I walk back into the small brick building, open up Jayden's cubicle of
relief and see two socks with some shit smeared on them on the concrete
floor next to a pair of Bonds pink underwear with a black waist band that
has also met with the same horrible demise.

Returning outside the only think I could say is "pink underwear?"

"Shut the fuck up, I like them."

"You did like them you mean."

"I never should have come down to this shit area. Now I am going to get a
chafe."

"Whatever, let's just go."

I was able to justify not going on the hunt for the taco truck that surely
wasn't in the area anyway as Jayden was concerned that his unnaturally
small skinny jeans were now rubbing him in all of the wrong places, which
caused him to provide blow-by-blow commentary, like we were watching a
cricket match. We got back to the waterfront but by this time his mood was
feral.

"Stop whinging! Jesus Christ. That is what you get for wearing clothes that
are too small for you."

"Whatever arsehole."

"Look, there is an IGA. It is a shit grocery store, but they probably have
some socks at least."

I follow Jayden into the IGA. It didn't take him long, but he found a pair
of $20 underwear that was void of any style, a pure and plain medium sized
tighty-whitey next to where the mops are sold. We were both looking to see
if they sold any socks, and given my surprise that they had two pairs of
underwear for sale, I thought some socks would be on offer, but there were
none. Instead he went and found a pair of scissors and then shouted at me
from the checkout area, beckoning me to bring a $50 gold note, which I
happily forked over just to keep the boy in a calm state.

Outside he looked at my feet and simply said "give me your thongs" so I
methodically removed them. He sat on the low wall and untied his black
Converse and kicked them off so they hit the Westpac ATM machine on the
wall. I am sure many things, including foul language has been thrown in the
direction of that ATM, but never a pair of shoes.

"What are you doing?" I was vexed.

"I'll be back." Jayden sounded like the Terminator.

"Where are you going?"

"Look!" and I followed the invisible line that Jayden was pointing at and
before I could say one word, "You see that toilet block next to the café
where you decided to down a vat of coffee and water? You could have used
that and we could have avoided all of this drama!"

Jayden walks away with my thongs on, presumably because the Converse were
making his shuffle painful. He disappeared in the toilet block and emerged
five minutes later after I put his shoes on, which were a bit big for me
but I thought I could manage. I assume that he put on the recently
purchased pair of quality underwear, but also thanked me for making the
comment earlier that he could just cut the skinny jeans and make them
skinny shorts. Now that he was wearing my thongs he didn't seem to mind the
suggestion as he did not in his opinion look like a fashion catastrophe,
however his snow white and dark hairy legs somewhat contrasted against the
short skinnies, which were probably cut a bit too short. He looked a bit
silly really, but who am I to judge. At least he stopped whinging and his
mood improved.

My phone started to vibrate in my back pocket again. Fortunately because my
own clothes were properly attached to my person this time, I was able to
retrieve the device without much effort.

"Hi, this is Chezdon." I said into the phone, not knowing who it was
because it was an "unknown" number according to Telstra. I repeated myself
and then they hung up.

"Who was that?"

"I dunno, I keep getting these random hang ups from a silent number. It is
getting annoying."

"Oh well, fuck 'em. Let's go spend your stash. What did your father want?"

"He won some cash and was in party mode."

"He is always in party mode. I love your father!"

All of my mates love my father. He acts about the same age as me, which is
probably why.

"Excuse me mate, you dropped this." I hear being said behind me as we are
walking to the tram stop. I turn around and see it is the gentleman that
was thoroughly amused by my antics in the toilet block earlier. He had a
smile on his face and even after 45 minutes since that display of bad
timing, he looked to still be entertaining himself and living vicariously
thru his memory. He handed me a folded up piece of paper which I slid into
my pocket. "Thanks mate" was all I could say.

My heart started racing as I was keen to know what was on that piece of
paper as it certainly did not belong to me. It would take another 15
minutes before I am able to stealthily remove it from my pocket and read it
on the tram as Jayden was distracted by his Instagram feed.

Tomorrow. 10:30 AM. Same place. XX

With a certain amount of subterfuge, I roll the scrap of paper up into a
small ball and drop it between the seat.

"Look at this!" Jayden thrusts his phone into my face. A photo of his
girlfriend's breast was then on display for me to see and also the old
couple behind us, courtesy of Snapchat.

"Nice. Do you want to go shopping or something? I can buy you some new
skinnies and pink underwear."

"Don't take the piss mate, but yeah. Let's go."

I was the one that wanted to buy the pink underwear with the black band, I
must admit.


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