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If you have any comments about the story please contact me at Vaughanboa@gmail.com ______________ PROLOGUE (Authors note, this chapter does not contain any sexual content. It does set the foundation for the remainder of the story so it is important.)
The year is 2060. School had just ended for the week and my friend Nick and I were about to head to our respective homes. Our last class of the day had been History. In class today we had been learning how oil or rather the lack of it changed our world.
We were told about how scientists had been warning the world for decades that the oil was going to run out and how rapid changes needed to be made. The people did not listen and in the year 2039 the oil wells in the Persian Gulf began going dry.
Other countries that had oil quickly refused to export it, saving all they could for their own needs. Wars were fought, between the wars and the starvation from lack of food an estimated 45 percent of the global population had died by the year 2046. Small rural communities where people turned their lawns into vegetable gardens faired the best. Places like New York City, Chicago, and Los Angeles were essentially abandoned.
The United States still exists, but there have been a lot of changes. Most notably, all people must surrender themselves on the first of the month following their nineteenth birthday for military service for a period of five years. The only exceptions to this is being physically disabled or if you live on a farm and are an only child then you remain and help produce food.
Gasoline is simply not available. All the oil produced in the USA and the small amount it can still important is used to make diesel fuel. The diesel fuel is used primarily to power trains and in agriculture. Railroads are the only way to move products and food over any amount of distance. The trucking industry is all but gone. The only trucking done any more is performed by trucks that operate on propane. They only travel short distances delivering products from a rail station to nearby small communities that do not get rail service and vice versa.
The criminal justice system has been totally changed. Prisons are a thing of the past. A person's age is no longer taken into account. If you vandalize something it doesn't matter if you are 6 or 60, you get the same sentence. Now, if convicted of a crime, you get sent to a labor farm or for the most serious offenses, a mine. People who commit minor offenses and get sentenced to serve a period of 89 days or fewer are given one week to be claimed by a local farmer. If claimed, the criminal is fitted with a metal collar that is locked around his or her neck. The collar has all the GPS information for the farm boundaries and the length of the sentence. When the time is up the collar unlocks and falls off. At that point the person is free to leave and resume their life. If they try to leave before that the collar gives them an intense and painful shock that forces them to return to the property they were assigned to. This is considered an escape attempt and the collar automatically adds one month to the sentence for the attempt. Non violent offenders who must serve ninety days or more are automatically sent to state labor farms. Since most of the electric power plants still use coal, the violent offenders are sent to coal mines. Very few people who are sent into the mines ever see the light of day again after entering. Since these changes were implemented, it has been reported that nationally crime is down over 80 percent.
Education has changed. Driver's education is no longer taught since there is no gasoline to make the cars run. Yes, there are electric vehicles for the very few that can afford them. Nearly every electric vehicle made is purchased by the government and learning to operate one is part of your military experience.
The school year is dictated by the climate. Here in the upper Midwest it costs too much to heat the school buildings. Additionally, in these colder months students had a hard time getting to and from school. Especially those who have any distance to travel. So now the school year here ends the day before Thanksgiving and starts the Monday after Saint Patrick's day. Warmer climates like the deep South still use the more traditional school year running from mid August to mid May.
So a little about me. My name is Brandon, I am 16 years old and was born in September 2044. I am a Junior at the Cedarville school. Prior to the oil issue, all Junior high and high school students used to be bussed to Freeport. I am five feet ten inches tall and weigh 164 pounds. I am fair skinned but by the end of summer I have a nice dark tan. I consider myself to have the average boy next door looks. Meaning nothing exceptional but not ugly. My hair is chestnut brown and is slightly curly. I have very little body hair, just a thin treasure trail that goes from my belly button down to my pubic bush which I keep neatly trimmed. I live with my parents on a farm about two miles west of town. I had an older brother. He was killed two years ago while doing his military duty. His name was Caleb and he was the only person I trusted enough to tell my secret to. I am gay, but I have never told anyone but Caleb. I want to tell Nick, I think he would be alright with it but I am not sure. I have tried to tell him on two different occasions.
It's late summer, the days are still warm so everyone pretty much just stays naked all the time. In fact, I think the only two people in the entire town that I have never seen naked are Nick and his mother. That changed almost two weeks ago.
Seeing Nick naked was pure serendipity. I had ridden my bike to his place to see if he wanted to hangout on a Saturday afternoon. When I arrived his mother was just getting into her electric 4 wheel drive ATV to make the short ride into town. Nick's mother is the Doctor in our community so she had been given the ATV so she could get around quickly, even in weather that was less than ideal. I remember that day as if it happened just minutes ago. I had just arrived at Nick's house, other than the very worn out sandals on my feet, I was naked. I had just brought my bike to a stop at when Nick's mother Mrs. Werner saw me and said, "Hi Brandon, Nick is in the shower. Head on into the house and wait for him. I just got a call about someone having chest pain and have to go. Not sure he heard me over the shower so please let him know. Also he may need to make his own dinner tonight. Bye."
And with that she sped away before I could even say hello to her. So I walked into the house and went to Nick's room and waited for him. The shower was not running so I assumed he heard me come in. I heard the bathroom door open and the sound of bare feet on the hardwood floor as Nick approached his room. He entered and was turning towards his dresser when he suddenly realized I was sitting at his desk.
The look on his face was priceless as he jumped about two feet in the air with his arms and legs going every which direction while screaming, "BRANDON, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
As Nick landed on the floor he quickly moved his hands to cover his cock and balls. But not before I had seen everything. I have that image of him ingrained in my head and it has been the source of every jerk off fantasy I have had since that day.
"Sorry Nick, I thought you heard me come in since the shower wasn't running. When I got here your mom was just leaving, she told me to come in and wait for you." I stated.
"I heard you, but thought when I heard the door close that it was my mom leaving." Nick said.
"Honestly buddy, I didn't mean to scare you, are you alright?" I asked with a concerned voice.
"Yes," he said as he dropped his hands and stepped to his dresser and pulled out a very thread bare pair of blue boxer briefs with faded yellow piping. He was about to slip them on when he changed his mind a opted for an old pair of loose athletic shorts instead and quickly slipped his slender body into them.
The best way to describe Nick is to tell you to take a look at the statue of David by Michelangelo. Now envision that statue with wavy sand blonde hair and bright piercing blue eyes. Add a tanned skin the color of honey to it and you have Nick. After seeing him naked I would say our cocks are about identical. We are about 3 ½ inches flaccid. We are both I guess average thickness for our age. I grow to almost double that length when erect. No idea how big Nick gets when hard. Nick and I are the same age, born in the same month even. He is four days older than I am.
I have known Nick for as long as I can remember. It's really weird. In our advanced biology class last year the teacher was talking about the brain, how it works, synapses and stuff like that. He went on to say that we should all think of our earliest memory. Next he asked us to raise our hand if our earliest memory was about an event. Not a single hand was raised. Next he asked if the memory was about a person. Everyone raised their hand. Lastly he asked if the memory was of our mother. Ever hand in the room except for Nick's and mine went up. The two of us looked around and then slowly we raised our hands, mine going up a moment before his. That afternoon as we were riding our bikes home I confessed to him that my earliest memory was about him not my mother. "Wow," Nick said, "I raised my hand because everyone else had and I was afraid of being singled out. Brandon, my first memory is about you."
So maybe now you are wondering why people go around in public naked and why a Doctor's kid would have tacky old worn out clothes. Well, the fact that you have clothing suitable for warm weather is a sign that you're pretty affluent. Clothing or should I say the lack of it has become a national problem for everyone. Keep in mind, in the last 150 years nearly every clothing manufacturer in the USA left for places like Mexico, China, Taiwan, etc. so they could have higher profits due to cheap labor in those locations. Now there is no oil, planes no longer fly and the large cargo ships no longer operate. Any merchandise that does arrive from those countries comes in on small sailing vessels. The few companies that remained here can't begin to keep up with demand. The problem is so widespread that law maker's have had to repeal laws that prohibit public nudity. It is now legal to be naked in public everywhere in the USA. In June of this year, Idaho became the last state to legalize nudity. Another issue that contributes to this is climate. You need clothes in the winter months. If you go outside naked when it is ten below zero, your not going to live long. As a result, when people can get clothing they save it for the colder weather.
As you can easily imagine, nearly everything now has to be powered by electricity. On my parents farm we have 25 wind turbines and about 5 acres of solar panels. The solar panels track the movement of the sun each day and stay constantly aligned to produce the maximum amount of energy. They are far more labor intensive than most people would think. My dad takes care of the wind turbines, climbing a different one each day and doing whatever maintenance is needed. In total, our farm produced enough electric power to supply about 300 average homes.
The remainder of the farm is a mix of crop and pasture land and vegetable gardens. The gardens are around each of the wind turbines. The vegetables are for us to eat, sell, or barter with for other local goods. Each year we raise around 700 beef cattle and 20 horses. The field crops we raise are used to feed the cattle and horses. In the fall of the year when the cattle are ready we round them up and have a short cattle drive to Freeport. There the cattle are loaded onto train cars. The train takes the cattle to a facility in Iowa where they are slaughtered and butchered. The meat is then sent to stores for people to buy. ______________ I hope you have enjoyed learning a bit about the world in which Brandon and Nick live. Things will start to heat up between them soon. If you have any comments please feel free to send them to me at Vaughanboa@gmail.com