Tell the truth.

"You, uh, got a near-perfect score. 71/74," Jon replied.

"What? No way. That has to be a mistake." Zac snatched the paper from Jon's hand. "Well shit. Should I take it?"

"Why not?" Chris laughed, "at least look at what they want."

The friends rushed upstairs to the computer in Chris' bedroom, bumping into but not acknowledging Chris' surprised mother along the way. Zac typed in the URL for Gene23, the company providing the GES, and quickly made an account. The other boys sat on the edge of Chris' bed, waiting to hear the details.

"Okay, this is creepy as fuck," Zac started, "but it doesn't look complicated. If I'm reading this right, they just want me to jerk off into a cup once a month and they're going to use my cum for research purposes."

The boys' faces scrunched up in disgust and confusion. Jon approached the computer and started reading it for his self, "Yeah, that's what I'm seeing. And they're going to pay you the equivalent of tens of thousands of dollars in tuition and other fees for just that? Who the hell would pay that much for some semen? You must be really special." Jon stopped hovering over Zac and started leaning on Chris' bedroom door.

"Maybe he has an extra chromosome or two," Caleb whispered to Chris, "it would explain some things."

Zac rolled his eyes. "Well, my parents definitely would definitely be too paranoid to let me do it..." he hit the enter key, "but fortunately I'm a grown-ass man and I can make decisions without them." He spun around in the chair, turning to face the group, "Done. Welp. That was easy. I don't know how you're funding your educations, but I'll be masturbating my way there," he made a masturbatory gesture and they all laughed.

The friends spent the rest of the night playing basketball in Chris' driveway and then playing video games for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Zac received a text from Chris.