Matthew Thompson (18y.o virgin)

Romonos - Section Eight (New section of U.S, location formerly known as Arizona/Nevada)

December 31st, 2019

Six days before Career Day

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The afternoon sun was beating down on the final day of the year.

A young and fresh 18 year old boy by the name of Matthew Thompson walked along a tall wired fence that stretched for miles upon miles, across this particular sectioned off state.

It was a walk he made every day on his way back to his village that many would describe as a ghetto. It was a walk he would make on his way home from both school and the farms that he worked at, picking fruits. It was all for the greater cause of the country and the Holliander monarchy, which Matthew understood from twelve years of schooling.

Matthew peered through the fence that separated the men from the women in the state. There was a running river that was on the other side of the fence. Past the river, he could make out the figures of young girls.

Noticing a few of the girls in bikinis, laying by the river, Matthew felt a variety of emotions. Partly guilt just for looking over at them, but mainly just horny, having serious urges that he knew he could never take care of the way he wanted to.

Breaking his attention was another male, who came up from behind, lightly shoving his arm, “You left without me, you dog!” the red hair boy joked as he caught up to his friend.

Matthew smiled, pleased to see him, “Sorry Sammy, thought you said something about doing extra work today.”

He scoffed at his suggestion, “Fuck no, not anymore, only five more days of this shit before Careers Day, finally get out of this hell hole.”

“You don’t know that,” Matthew replied pessimistically, “You could end up being selected for a life of labouring, way harder stuff than farming, or maybe something worse, a **** to the wrong girl with plenty of money...”

“As long as they’re not foul,” Sammy said, “The rich ones are usually hot… and I wouldn’t mind getting on my hands and knees all day for a hot girl that legally owns me, kind of kinky.”

Matthew didn’t reply back, too worried to think about the upcoming day that would dictate his entire future.

He looked past the fence and back over the river at the girls on the other side. The thoughts of how much different his life would be if he was born a female was something that he used to consider all the time.

But as the years went by, and the more time he spent in school, the less he thought about it and the more he accepted the reality of his life.

“You seeing what I’m seeing,” Sammy then said, seeing the figures of the young girls in skimpy bikinis as well.

“Of course, looks like there are way more than usual.”

“Well of course dude, it’s New Years Eve, just wait until tonight! God I hope some of them come to my place, could you imagine?!?”

On certain nights of the year, the young adult girls of Section Eight on the other side of Romonos would be allowed by the state to enter the male sectioned off area to do as they wished.

It was the perfect chance for 18 year old girls to explore any of their own sexual fantasies that they had been holding onto for years. On previous occasions, it was absolute carnage with the girls going wild.

Some girls were scared to enter, worried what would happened to them if the young men revolted. But it never happened, there was well known implications for those boys who tried to take advantage. A well known story from 2001 saw an entire county of boys executed because two boys sexually attacked a girl that was in their neighbourhood on one of these special nights.

No boy had ever considered of revolting since then.

Matthew and Sammy kept walking as they discussed the potentials of the night ahead.

“I doubt anything will happen,” Matthew said, “Remember Female Independence Day earlier this year, they didn’t even enter our village. They all hunted in packs, targeting the guys in the Nathanville village, you know, the buff guys who always get picked in the end to be slaves to the pretty girls with money.”

“Yeah yeah, I know but New years is different, there will be way more girls coming across, trust me, we might actually get laid,” Sammy said with hope and excitement, “These sluts are fucking horny! They don’t have a plethora of men at their disposal over there, this is the night they go nuts!”

“Or they take out their frustration other ways like pegging your ass for two hours on end…”

“If she’s hot, I’ll let her do it,” Sammy said with confidence.

Matthew ignored most of Sammy’s comments for the rest of the walk home.

The chances of anything happening to him were very slim…