Modern life (Prologue)

Something changed when Oliver woke up that Monday morning in autumn. He turned off his alarm, climbed out of bed, and walked over to his mirror. He looked himself up and down, noticing all the idiosyncrasies present in his eighteen year-old body. He stared at his reflection staring back at him with a sleepy expression. He ran his hand through his bedhead haircut, straightening it out a bit, then ruffling it up again. He looked at the shirt he slept in that was two sizes too large. He pulled its over his head, exposing his pasty torso. It was funny, from this perspective he almost looked muscular, which he certainly wasn't. He was skinny in a way that the way his ribcage transitioned into his midsection almost gave the illusion of abs. He also had the typical broad shoulders that came with puberty, even if he didn't have the rest of the body to match it. This gave his body a shape that continued down to his waist and hips, stopping at his pants. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down along with his pants. Once they were past his thighs gravity dropped them to the floor and he could step out of them. He saw the reflection of his penis, slightly obscured by the small amount of pubic hair above it. Oliver turned his head from the mirror to the door. He picked up his clothes from the floor and placed them in his laundry basket, then he opened the door and walked down the hall.

He walked down the steps and saw his father finish the morning coffee and just miss seeing his nude son by looking down at his watch. Oliver's parents were perfect representatives of the modern suburbanites. His father rarely spend any time with him, usually leaving just when Oliver comes downstairs, just missing each other. Speaking of which, right on queue...

"I'd better hurry before I get stuck in traffic," said his father, getting up from the table.

"Okay honey," said his mother, drowsily.

"Where is Oliver?"

"I'm here," said Oliver, reaching the bottom of the steps.

"Okay, good. I'm off then," his father said without looking at his son, rushing down the hall and out the door.

Oliver felt the floor beneath his bare feet change from carpet to cold tile as he walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and proceeded to eat his eggs while his mother worked busily at the sink with her back to him. Despite being a stay at home mother, his mom was a workaholic who was under constant stress to keep the pantry stocked with fresh groceries, turning those ingredients into preferred meals three times a day, cleaning the dishes from cooking, keeping up with the steady flow of laundry that needed to be done, keeping the rest of the house clean, as well as any other tedious task required of her, all with no break. Her husband at least got vacations. Eventually the pressure became too much to satiate with soap operas and the occasional glass of wine, and she went to see a doctor who diagnosed her with depression and prescribed a medication which she said helped to keep her focused. and made her happy, although she was a little off.

During the entire time that Oliver sat eating his food his mother never once turned to directly at him. It wasn't as though she didn't move, that she did plenty of. She walked from the fridge to the pantry to another room before returning to the sink one more. With parents like this it wasn't much of a mystery as to why their attention starved son was about to do what he was about to do today. She didn't even turn around when she told him when she saw the time on the oven and told him over her shoulder that he should get ready to go.

"Okay," was all he said. He stood up from the table and walked over to the door. "I'm leaving now, bye mom."

"Bye Ollie." It didn't register in her mind that there hadn't been enough time between when she told him to get ready and him standing at the door announcing his departure for him to have gone upstairs and gotten his bag. Or maybe it did register in that **** out mind of hers, but she ignored it as she knew she was prone to losing track of time and having gaps in her memory, especially when she was working. Anyways, it didn't matter as she didn't give it much thought, quickly forgetting about it until she only remembered that there was something she was thinking about but now couldn’t remember, and soon she would also forget that too, but before she did she told herself that if she couldn’t remember it it must not have been important, and what was important right now was getting these dishes clean. The last thing she thought of before diving back into her work was an appraisal of this medication she was on, as it was so helpful and helping her stay focused on what was important.

Oliver stepped off his front porch and started walking down the sidewalk. He was still completely naked. No shoes, no socks, not even a watch or phone to tell him if he was on time or not. That was the other thing that set him apart from everyone else around him. Aside from his nudity, he was also completely unplugged. from technology. This was the reason why none of he fellow students noticed his state of attire when he did finally arrive at his bus stop which was only a few blocks away from where he started. They were all looking down, reading and conversing about events happening miles away while the most interesting moment of their lives had just stopped and stood next to them. He even fondled his genitals a bit just to feel the satisfaction of driving this point home.

This was also the reason why when the bus pulled up no one noticed him from the windows. Not even the bus driver noticed as he didn't care enough to keep track of who got on the bus. He just stared down as his phone, checking to see if he had any notifications as Oliver, along with the others, slowly shuffled onboard, his bare shoulders grazing their clothed ones. As he walked down the isle his bare thighs grazed the shoulders of the seated students too, who where unaware to the member floating are their eye level. Walking down the aisle he spotted a girl, a known loner, sitting alone and he decided to sit next to her. She was wearing headphones, but despite the retro aesthetic of owning headphones over earbuds, similar to how she had a vinyl collection at home, she was still just as zombie-like as everyone else on the bus, for when Oliver waved his hand in front of her face she didn't look up at him. She simply correctly assumed that he wanted to sit next to her and moved her bag into her lap, making room. Had he tapped her on the shoulder she probably would have been annoyed at being interrupted and frustratingly thrown her headphones back to see what the problem was, but he didn’t do that. She couldn't have even been bothered to look around to find out if there were any empty seats left where he could sit instead of with her, which there were. There were plenty, he just thought it entertaining to test his luck and risk getting caught by provoking her, knowing that she would probably avoid all contact. He felt quite proud of himself as he watched the other students walk past him, still outrageously oblivious.

While on the way there, the thrill began to wear off, so Oliver decided to do something to entertain himself. He reached down and started to touch himself, but when before he was simply cupping his cock and balls and feeling them move around, now he was just blatantly jerking off, pulling the foreskin back and forth over the head. As he did this he looked around to see if anyone would notice if he did. He knew they wouldn't but the idea that they could, that they were so close, and all that would need to happen would be for them to turn their heads slightly, He turned to the girl next to him. She stared intently at the screen beneath her as he masturbated about only a foot away. They were so close their thighs were almost touching, his bare legs to her ripped jeans. When he was done he took his hand away and enjoyed the feeling of being fully erect in the middle of so many people on a school bus, and he decided he liked it so much in fact that he decided he was going to edge himself until they arrived and walk up to the front entrance with a rock-hard boner. And so he grasped his member once again and began jerking, slower this time, making it last.