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I walked into the auditorium that could hold all 500 students, but right now, counting me, there were only eight. Everyone was sitting in the first two rows, but no one was sitting next to each other and I followed suit, taking an aisle seat. Looking around, I tried to see if I knew anyone else here. Being called out of class, even if it was only physical education was never a good thing.
The first person I recognized was Rob and that was only because of his distinctive red hair. His hair was so bright and red that everyone thought it was a side effect of some rare gene treatment. I didn't know him too well. He was in my science classes over the years and had never been in any serious trouble. I had never seen him give a public apology and even I had to give one of those once.
The other face I recognized was Edward's. He was a little taller than me with skin that reminded me of chocolate. He was in my self-defense class and had to apologize several times for not controlling himself. I had talked to him more than I talk to Rob, but we weren't friends.
As I looked at the others who were mostly looking around themselves, I concluded that if we were all in trouble together, it was personal, but it was done individually and not as a group. I didn't know any of the others, but I knew they came from the group either in front of me or behind. So what error could a group of 14 to 12-year-olds commit that would require a private meeting?
"Excuse me, but are you behind on your community service?"
My head snapped back and looked at the kid who sat in the row in front of me a few seats away. He was obviously from the group behind mine. His ears seemed to stick out from his head although that might not have been fair since he had chosen to cut off the rest of his hair. I think I recognized him from the last round of public apologies, but his name escaped me at the moment. His skin color was a little darker than Edwards and his smile was nervous.
"No," I answered him and if anything, I was well ahead of my necessary quota. "Are you?"
He sort of looked down, but his smile broadened. "A little. I had to apologize last tenth for it already. It's just math is so hard."
I smiled. "Have you put in for a tutor?"
"Not yet. My parents keep suggesting it to me, but I have never needed one."
I wondered if he ever had to apologize for excessive pride before, but that was one of those things a fellow student couldn't turn another in for. "If you do, I'll be sure to take the job. I have received good reviews from everyone I tutored."
"Thank you. My name is Alan, class 12th, by the way, what is yours?"
"Jeff, class 13th."
Alan turned back around and I wondered what error had brought us both here. I try to remember if I had improperly disposed of recyclable materials that would be embarrassing for anyone above a fifth class. Before I could come up with a better idea the Overseer came on stage.
The Overseer was a tall man whose infrequent smiles never seem genuine. Still, no one can argue with his efficiency and diligence. It was a long hard journey to obtain his role and we paid him the respect it deserved.
"Thank you for attending this meeting. First, I would like to apologize for any stress I might have inadvertently put upon you. I wish to assure you that none of you are in trouble and by the end of the day, will have received a commendation for a Full Social responsibility."
I think everyone sat up a little straighter at that, both confused and eager. Such accommodations were not easy to obtain and almost unheard of at our age. Partial Social Responsibility commendations were the best anyone in my class had received. That was for a service that benefited either one's class or the entire school. However, if we received a commendation for something that benefited the whole society, well it might put us in a situation where it's a matter of what duties we would want instead of what duties we were fit for."
"Now, to explain further, I would like to introduce Mr. Rick, head of Future Planning."
The Overseer stepped to the side allowing the other man to take center stage. It seemed today was a day of surprises as I knew this man, at least in passing. My mother was in charge of agriculture and had meetings with Mr. Rick every tenth. He had also been invited over for several social occasions. He had two sons that I remember, one older than myself and one that could barely walk.
Unlike the Overseer, Mr. Rick's smile seemed genuine. He also separated himself from the Overseer by taking a seat on the stage and letting his legs dangle over the edge, making him seem just a little taller than us.
"Thank you for coming today, it is deeply appreciated. As you know, I am Mr. Rick head of the Future Planning. As I'm sure you're aware, my task is to plan for the future whether it be for a tenth or several generations. This task is rather difficult and I am assisted not only by many people, but by the supercomputer itself. Sometimes I take up to 50% of its computer processing if you can imagine that. I have even occupied that much processing power for an entire minute!"
His inflection implied he couldn't believe it himself and with that I had to concur. All citizens had access, but I had never occupied more than 1% of the computer's processing power for more than .225 of a second. That had been for last year science final. I had been trying to modify some benign bacteria into a more useful strand by slicing genes into it. It had all been done by computer modeling of course.
"So," Mr. Rick continued. "I thoroughly look into every option the computer suggests and ones I come up with myself. Sometimes, I find myself rehashing scenarios even after they've happened in hopes of catching future problems before they happen. I caught one last week in fact."
Mr. Rick went on a digression that had to be for the younger ones among us. I knew that our bodies had been genetically modified over the course of hundreds of years. We live longer and were healthier. Our modified immune systems made us impervious to most diseases and we could fight off the rest with little outside assistance. With the amount of computing power at our disposal, we could've pushed further, but there were always stories of ruined cities wherepeople got pushed too far too fast. Better to get to your destination slowly than not at all as my father would say.
"As much as we know, the human genome is still extremely complicated," Mr. Rick went on. "This is why we usually allow the old form of genetic experimentation. People who see desirable traits in each other share their genetic materials and produce a child. While that process isinefficient, there is also caution to it. We are like little experiments in our own way."
He waved a hand in front of us as if trying to push his own thoughts aside. "Forgive me, I digress. As I was saying before, from time to time, we like to introduce new genetic material. However, past experience indicates that most people prefer mingling of their own genetic material over that of a third party. This is why we maintain a same-sex population. As they are unable to comingle their genetic material together. However, given the new genetic material we would like to roll out over the next 30 years, the current size of the population is insufficient according to our calculations."
He smiled and looked each of us in our eyes. "You have been chosen to join their ranks. We will accomplish this by injecting you with retrovirus that'll change your genetic makeup to make you desire the same-sex. This is a fairly common practice, we prefer to inject a little earlier than you are now, but I underwent the procedure around your age too. I want to assure you its quite harmless. Some, but not all of you may develop a mild fever. However, it shouldn't interfere with your day-to-day activities. The full process takes about 7 to 8 days to happen on a genetic level and symptoms might start showing up as early as a few days or it could be a tenth off. Questions?"
There was a moment of silence while the information sunk in. This was one of those things that was covered in the 12th class, but hearing you would actually undergo the procedure was different. A knot formed in my stomach and I tried to soothe it by saying the supercomputer agreed that this was the best course of action for our society.
Perhaps predictably, Ron recovered first, raising his hand for attention. Mr. Rick nodded encouragingly and Ron stood up.
"I'm curious, why can't you mingle the genetic material of two people who have either two XX chromosomes or two XY chromosomes?"
He sat back down as Mr. Rick answered. "Well, in theory it's possible, however there is experimental data in the data banks which I would encourage you to look through if you're interested. That proved out to be a bad idea. There ended up proving to be a lot of waste. "Quite unfortunate, and it was decided that any such research should be suspended permanently."
Another hand went up. This time it was an older kid I didn't recognize. "How were we chosen?"
"There were several factors," Mr. Rick held up a hand and started ticking them off. "First you all have siblings. While each person's genetic material is unique, siblings are fairly close to each other in major ways. The second is, you have no particularly desirable genes. Thirdly, it's a matter of future potential mates. For several years there was a larger production of boys than usual. While you are the result of your parents' mingle of genetic material, about two thirds of the population had minor tweaks, like ensuring a gender. If nature had taken its course there are usually a slightly larger percentage of females."
There was a few more seconds when no one raised their hand and then I slowly did. Standing I asked, "Will there be any other changes in us?"
Mr. Rick shook his head. "No, definitely not. I want you all to understand that you are not undergoing a personality readjustment. Your hobbies and interests should not change any more than what they would change under normal circumstances. You will just find yourself attracted to members of the same sex. This is not a punishment. This is an honor and duty. Your cooperation will be duly noted.
Alan raised his hand next and asked. "What about sex?"
Mr. Rick nodded to himself. "We have sent the information to your home tablets. We've also formed a subgroup on the social network for all of you. You'll be going through this together so it might be wise to talk to each other."
There were a few other questions. Once Mr. Rick was sure there was no more questions, he had us roll up our sleeve on our non-dominant arm and he inserted an IV. It didn't hurt and was done in 10 minutes, but for the rest of the day my arm felt cold and numb.
I read the information forwarded to me that night. It was kind of strange; sex had always struck me as a bit odd in concept. Now a retrovirus was shooting through my body, changing my genetic code and making this stuff more appealing.
Over the next few days, I learned that I was one of those who would develop a fever. Rob did too and with misery loving company, we found ourselves talking a bit more, both on the social network and in person. Neither of us was used to being sick, then again, no one was. It passed after about six days for me, just in time to accept Allen's request for a tutor.
On the seventh day I received a message from Rob.
"Have you started to feel any effects yet?"
I thought about that for a second before sending back. "No."
I received another message from Rob a few minutes later. "I think I have. Edward is kind of handsome don't you think? I keep thinking about kissing him."
It took me a few minutes to figure out what to say to that. I sent back. "So ask him out."
I didn't hear back from him for a while. Eventually I gave up only checking one last time before I went to bed and found his message sent only a few minutes ago.
"I've never talked to him. Do you think we would get along? Could you ask him if he's ever noticed me? "
I stared at the message not sure how to respond to that. I had always thought his red hair had made him stand out at least at a glance. His skin was a little pale like he never got enough UV light, but I guess it also looked nice. Kind of like soy milk. Still, maybe that was just me? I started to type.
"Honestly, Edward and I are just on friendly terms. I could try to ask, but I think it might be best if you approach him yourself."
After typing that I tried to go to sleep, but after several minutes, I knew I had to check my messages one more time. Ron's response made me laugh.
"Thank you for asking him."
Over the next seven days I played messenger between the two of them. It was a bit odd. At first glance, I would've thought they had nothing in common, but that just shows how vaguely I knew them. Once they started talking to each other directly, I still found myself receiving regular updates from Ron.
Over a period of 15 days, Ron told me how he wanted to kiss Edward and how attractive he thought he was. Once they started kissing and having sex I received blow-by-blow accounts. I found myself liking hearing about it. It even got me into masturbating and I started to notice certain other boys, one in particular.
Alan had been coming over three times in every 10. We usually worked at my desk in my room. I had been a tutor since I was in the 11th class either for other classmates or the grade below. I was fortunate to find a community service I had enjoyed early on and it was one of the reasons I was hoping to be a teacher. There was just something in it that I found satisfying.
Unfortunately, with Alan, as our sessions continued on, I found myself becoming distracted. I would catch myself staring at the back of his neck wondering how his skin felt or watching his hands and fingers. Seeing him smile made me want to kiss him. We often became distracted, talking about different subjects until I remembered we were supposed to be studying math. If circumstances were different, I would ask him out, but being his tutor made things complicated.
One day towards the end of the quarter, he seemed particularly distracted. After he made another simple mistake, I nudged him. "What's on your mind?"
Alan looked up at me, "Sorry. It just looks like I won't be making my quota this quarter either."
A pit opened up in my stomach. The last several sessions had led me to believe that Alan didn't need a tutor anymore. I had been continuing the lessons to simply have an excuse to see him. "I'm sorry, I guess I haven't been a very good tutor."
"No, you've been a great help," Alan spoke hastily. "It's just, I was in a pretty deep hole. If you don't do your community service hours they roll into the next quarter. I've been trying really. I'm only 57 minutes short, but there are no openings." Alan slumped in the chair, "I hate getting up in front of everyone."
I put a hand on his shoulder, although I wanted to pull him into a hug and tell him everything would be okay. I had heard how community service hours could accumulate, but putting your hours in usually wasn't much of a problem. When people missed their quota, it was by a little. I wondered how far he had been behind. "You still have three days, there's really nothing on the board?"
"No, everything's been taken. I was late to the last-minute rush."
"You really need to work on your planning skills."
He glared up at me. "I'm planning to work on my planning skills."
I chuckled at that and he smiled. It was then I had an idea. "Have you ever overseen a playgroup?"
"No, am not really good with little kids," Alan said sinking back in his chair.
"Well, I am. I have a scheduled playgroup in two days. You could be my junior?"
Alan sprung to his feet and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. With my arm trapped against my side, I couldn't return the gesture. The closeness of an attractive boy had a biological effect on me and my penis started to become erect. I gently pushed him away. "Let's do your math."
The Active Park was one of my favorite places in the city. Much like the Leisure Park, its ceiling was so high, you could stack 20 apartments on top of each other and still have room left over for a gymnasium. I suspected everyone at one point or another had tried to throw a ball and hit the ceiling. Its light level was a lot higher than anywhere else in the city and then there was all the greenery. The trees, shrubs and grass somehow managed to make the place look bigger while isolating the park into small sections. If you look at them long enough you could see how they isolated subsections for various activities, but that was only if you are looking for it. The patterns were so different than the farms.
Alan met me there, dressed like me in brown work cloths. He seemed nervous, but was trying to hide it. I gave a brief description of what we were going to do before we met up with the group. There were eight of them, all in the sixth year. They were dressed in play clothes which looked just like our work clothing.
The kids were waiting with a parent, but just about all of them rushed over when they saw me coming. I knew it was wrong, but I always felt a little bit of pride when they did that. Most of the overseers for playgroups didn't receive such an enthusiastic response. This was an unofficial playgroup. The kids in this group had not been assigned to be friends, but rather chose to play together or at least their parents chose for them. Such groups could still make a request for an overseer so Alan would still get his time in.
I always thought the unofficial groups were a little easier to deal with. You could play a competitive game for most of the time instead of group building exercises. Having a junior this time meant we could play Apple which was a favorite for this group.
Alan and I stood on opposite ends of a small field. We were both the Apples and didn't move at all during the game. There was a white line bisecting the field and the kids evenly divided into two groups. The goal of the game is to get to the opposing groups Apple. When you were on your home group side you were a farmer and when you crossed over you became a pest. Farmers could tag a pest and they would have to freeze until they were either tagged by another pest or until everyone on the team had been tagged as a pest.
I had them play this game for about an hour and ended it when both groups had won twice. With a few complaining, I took them over to an obstacle course which has recently undergone a change. This was more of an official activity, but it was fun to watch them try to work through the problems and I only dropped suggestions when the problem was becoming more frustrating than fun.
With only about 20 minutes left, I took them over to one of the small playgrounds where the parents drifted in and picked them up. When the last kids left, Alan and I sat on a bench. I couldn't speak for him but I didn't want to leave just yet.
"That was not as bad as I thought it would be." Alan finally said. "I mean I didn't like being used as a stepping stool during the obstacle course, but it wasn't so bad."
"I've always enjoyed it." I hesitated before venturing, "You know we are a bit short on juniors, I wouldn't mind working with you again." Alan didn't answer and I was too afraid to look over and see his reaction.
"Jeff, how do you feel about me? I'm kind of confused. Sometimes I think one thing and other times I think other things."
As cryptic as the statement was, I understood what he meant or at least I wanted to understand. I wish I had someone to play the same role I had for Edward and Ron. "I'm your tutor."
"Do you still think I really need one?" Alan asked quietly.
"No," I answered reluctantly, but honestly.
"It's just been an excuse for me to see you. It's been like that for a while," Alan said.
"So, if I am no longer your tutor, then we could be friends."
"Or we are already friends and we could be something else."
Suddenly the absurdity of everything hit me. In the end, we were just dancing around the subject of sex. It was completely natural, but we were each too scared to make the first move. I decided to correct that. Leaning over I gave him a kiss on the lips. At first our lips just seemed to touch, but then he seemed to respond, pushing against me and tilting his head.
After a minute Alan pulled back he was smiling and trying to catch his breath. "I think my place is closer."
I nodded not really thinking. "Sounds good."
Alan grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bench. He didn't let go of my hand the entire time and I didn't try to shake him either. I think there were a few other people in the elevator, but I couldn't be sure. I just remember looking at Alan and him smiling back at me.
Alan's apartment was in a different section than mine, but the layout was the same. Entering his place, we nearly ran into his father who was in the common room. Without introducing me, Alan said, "I'm having sex, so please don't inform me when the food is ready."
My glimpse of Allen's father was so brief that I wouldn't have been able to pick him out of a crowd. I did notice that Allen's room was in the same position as mine however, second door down the hallway. I laughed at that for some reason and he laughed.
Alan let go of my hand and ran into his room before turning around and smiling as he leaned against his desk. I followed him in, feeling in a daze. It seemed to take forever to cross the room. My left hand reached out and placed itself on his shoulder pulling him a little closer to me. My right hand slipped up his side before slipping around to his back.
Standing, my lips just came up to his nose. He tilted his head back and I tilted mine forward. We kissed again, slowly and exploratory. This was my second kiss and I assume I was pretty bad. Still, the sensation of his lips moving over mine was primal. I could feel my erection grow, especially when his arms wrapped around my back.
This time I broke the kiss, but not the embrace. I felt him lean into me more and I liked it. He turned his head a little, resting his head against my shoulder. My right hand started to move down to his lower back and then under his shirt feeling his smooth skin. He arched into me and let out a sharp breath as I slowly started to push lower, feeling the top of his butt. I couldn't get more than a finger past his belt. We seemed to stay like that for a while. We knew what to do next, but getting from here to there seemed impossible.
"Bed." Alan said after a moment.
Spinning him around, we fell on his bed. Well, Alan fell on the bed, I fell on top of him. Sitting up, I began to pull his shirt off and threw it to the side. My eyes wandered up and down his chest, he had a nice set of muscles and small dark nipples. My hand moved up to one of his nipples and made a small circle around it. Within a few circles, it had become hard. I brushed my thumb over it, feeling the hard nub.
Alan raised his hand and grabbed my wrist. "Do I get to see you?"
"Sorry," I said sitting back and pulling off my shirt. Appreciating Alan from this different view, I could see his belt that had frustrated me earlier. Reaching down I undid it and began pulling his pants down. I was just getting them past his knees when my knees slipped off the edge of the bed and I went crashing to the floor.
"You okay?" Alan asked sitting up on his knees, his erection sticking out.
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
Kicking off my own shoes, I pulled down my pants and was just pulling them past my ankles when Allen said, "Jeff."
I looked up just in time to see Alan jump off the bed and push me against the floor. He gave me a kiss and said in my ear. "I couldn't wait for you to come back to me."
I wrapped my arms around him pulling him close as his legs hooked under my thighs pushing our crotches together. When our erections touched, it was a feeling out of proportion to the action. We rolled around on the floor kissing, hugging and grinding into each other.
When I could feel my orgasm approaching, I was on top of Alan and I could feel myself squirt out sperm. I stopped as the feeling washed over me, but Alan kept on going, the sperm working as a sort of lubricant. A moment later, he reached his with a loud grunt.
Several minutes after we had both climaxed, we just laid there. Our arms were touching and I could feel the heat radiating from him. We were both smiling at each other, not knowing what to say, but happy. I took the time to enjoy the sight of Alan's body.
"That wasn't what I was expecting," Alan said eventually.
I felt a little pang of panic. "What do you mean?" I had liked it.
"Well, frottage was nice, but I was expecting anal or oral. Oh well, next time."
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