COSMOLAB by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written on July 1st, 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"COSMOLAB" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPRTE 4 - COSMOLAB YEAR 121
Cole III, the elected President of Cosmolab, tucked his little Xiao IV into bed, gave him a goodnight kiss, then put his arm around his lover Yan.
"Xiao is such a sweet child. I'm really glad to be his cura. You'll see, you will be too, when your Kevin is born..."
"Yes, I already feel affectionate towards him. I went to see him a little while ago. At first it gave me a strange feeling, sitting there, talking to that incubator. I did it only because the psychologists said it was important. But now that he has a complete shape and is near birth, I'm really longing for the time when they will entrust him to me."
"Sure." Cole said, pulling off the short kilt he wore with the stripes of his rank, and moved to sit near Yan, who welcomed him by starting to caress him.
"Do you know, Cole, Kevin III came to ask me news about Kevin IV. I was somewhat embarrassed, he should not have done it."
"It happens, at times. I don't think that there is anything wrong with that. After all, the child is part of him. As long as he doesn't develop an excessive attachment... Our laws are certainly wise, but men are men... But now, kiss me, my love. I want you so much..."
"Me too. But, tell me, is it true that among our ancestors there were those who didn't want to have a lover?"
"Yes, at the beginning, there were still some like that. Anyway, fewer and fewer felt that way as time elapsed after the incident. A healthy man cannot survive without sex, can he?" said Cole, lowering to suck on one of his nipples.
"And also that lovers didn't marry?" asked Yan, softly caressing Cole's genitals, which were already turgid.
"The first Union was celebrated just 43 years ago, that is six years before my birth. Before that they simply lived together, but without exchanging any vows, other than a reciprocal private promise."
"It was all so very different at the time of the incident, wasn't it?"
"Yes. They were divided into two groups, the green and the violet, and they walked around with their bodies completely covered, and they made love almost in secret. We are lucky to live now, aren't we?"
"Yes, sure, very, and..."
"I like you with all my heart, you know that?" said Cole, burning with desire.
Yan understood that his lover was hinting that he wanted him to stop talking and devote himself to him. He smiled sweetly and kissed him on the mouth, brushing against him with his whole body. Cole was in love with Yan. Even if on board they all knew each other, he had really only noticed Yan six years earlier, when his lover was twenty-two. He had gone into the garden to see the stele of Cole I, his progenitor, on the day of his anniversary. There he met Cole II. They greeted each other and asked about each other¹s health. Then Cole II left, and he saw Yan. The boy was trimming a bush, His body, covered only by his yellow kilt, fascinated him at once. He was lean, tall and well shaped. And gentle. He suddenly felt a strong desire for him.
So he went near to him, lightly caressed his chest, and asked, "Are you free?"
The boy smiled, "After my work shift, I am."
"I mean, do you already have a lover?" Cole said, continuing to caress his wide, firm chest.
Yan shuddered, "No, just friends. And you?"
"The same. Would you like to become friends?" he asked.
"Where is you apartment?" the boy answered simply.
"F6 - 11. I am in the fourth shift," said Cole, now becoming aroused.
"Then, I'll come in the twelfth hour." Yan answered sweetly, and in his turn he lightly brushed Cole's chest to make him understand that he too was interested in getting to know him.
Cole waited for him with growing desire. He had read the boy¹s name on his kilt - Yan III. At 12:06 the boy knocked on his door. He went and opened it and let him in.
When they were in the living room, Cole embraced him lightly, "Do you know that I like you very much, Yan?" he whispered, caressing his back.
"I like you too, Cole. I heard you have a child. Is he not at home now? Are we alone?"
"Yes, Xiao is at nursery school until 15:00. We have three hours all for ourselves."
"Take me to your bedroom, then."
"Sure, come." Cole answered, happy to have that evidence of the boy's desire for him.
He guided him to his bed and together they pulled off their kilts, thereby uncovering each other's beautiful erection. They started to caress and kiss each other, all over their bodies. Calmly and with gentleness they brought each other to the point where they were both burning with desire to take care of the other's turgidity, and they united in a long and passionate sixty-nine, mutually teasing their hidden holes. The first to offer himself to the other was Cole. And he liked the gentle way, yet full of passion, with which the boy took him. He admired his young and lean body, how it contracted with each push and then relaxed right after to get ready for the next push. He did this with such calm, smiling to him all the while. He compared Yan with other the males with whom he had made love up to then, and Yan was the winner. Even if it was just the first time they were uniting, it was as if the youth knew, on instinct, how he liked being taken.
When Yan came, they had a long break, tenderly caressing and kissing each other. Until the boy, filled with evident desire, offered himself to him. So Cole took him. He sank into the youth with tender gentleness, savoring each millimeter of that slow penetration, but then he threw himself into a strong and fast rhythm that Yan seemed to relish. Cole felt happy with that encounter. He felt welcomed by Yan, enjoying him with a sense of deep satisfaction, and at the same time, giving the boy a feeling of warm pleasure himself.
He too came, then they lay embracing, their limbs softly intertwined, savoring each other in the pleasure of intimacy after their orgasms.
"I like you so much, Yan. I would like that being with you like this was not just an adventure..." whispered Cole.
"I like you too, very much indeed," answered Yan, deeply moved.
They started to see each other more and more often, to spend time together, getting to know each other better, and they saw that besides a perfect sexual harmony, they felt very well just being together. Therefore they decided to see the President to ask him to unite them. The news that they intended to unite was spread and the day of the ceremony was decided. In front of several members of the community and in front of the President, Cole and Yan made the oath of love, protection, and fidelity, and were united. Yan went to live in Cole's apartment as it was wider, and he left his own free - it would soon be assigned to one of the youths after the ceremony of the "middle age". The years of common life united them even more than the ceremony itself.
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Some of the unions however, after a certain period, ended in a separation. The main cause of this being the infidelity of one of the two partners. At times, it was because of incompatibility of character, and at others it was because the two partners became aware of the fact that they preferred to regain their respective freedom. Some of them, in fact, were not cut out for the life of a couple, for a steady relationship, and they preferred to pass from relationship to relationship. They were singles by vocation.
The children left their cura's home at sixteen, after the ceremony of the middle age, that is the age when they could freely have sex, but they still depended on their cura for other needs. They were then given an apartment of 30 square meters. Then, when they were twenty years old, there was the ceremony of becoming an adult, after which they could vote, adopt a near-to-birth child, and above all, enter into a union. At thirty, they had to give the cell bank some of their cells for cloning.
Nobody could become a curator of his own clone. When a new clone was started, the new child was entrusted to the first man on the list of those wanting a child. As a new clone of the same person was born every thirty years, there could be at most, three of them with the same name. And, as it was decided that each clone had to be given the same name of his original, the three were officially distinguished by progressive numbers, but in fact they used the prefix Ol' for the older one, no prefix for the middle one and Ju' for the youngest one. After a long debate, it was decided that sexual intercourse between two clones was not forbidden, but they could not ask for a union. It was an odd compromise, but for them, it worked and didn't create any particular problems. Only the case of Ol'Louis and Louis became famous - they never united with another, but, even if they were not living together, they were still lovers. Union was also forbidden between a cura and his child, but not having sex...
If somebody desired to have physical intercourse with a boy less than sixteen, but anyway already pubescent, he had to ask permission of the boy's cura, and he could have intercourse with the boy only in the apartment of his cura, and only if the cura was in the next room. The same rule applied if both the boys were minors. If, however, a cura wanted to unite with his child, he had to ask permission of the President, who made the psychologists check that the boy really wanted it. If their response was positive, only then could they have sex together.
Those who transgressed these and other laws of the community, could be arrested and shut up for a period in the isolation rooms of section B7. But this happened very seldom.
It occurred that around this time, only one of the rooms In B7 was occupied, and this by Zaman, a twenty-three-year-old youth, who had tried to force a seventeen-year-old boy to have intercourse with him. He didn't succeed and was sentenced to five months isolation. The man in charge of bringing him food was Bruce, a twenty-one old boy, who at times stopped behind the cell bars to chat a while with him.
After two months, Bruce asked him, "How are you, Zaman?"
"How can I be? The days are all the same in here. If at least I had something to do..."
"Well, you'll see, the next months will pass."
"Yes, to then I¹ll be again amongst the others and be pointed at - 'look, he is Zaman, the rapist'."
"No... You did wrong, you paid for it, what more do they want? Anyone can make a mistake, can't he? I'll be your friend. Yes, I'll be your friend."
"Don't you think I am a monster?"
"A monster you? Come on!" Bruce said, laughing.
"I don't know. That boy made me lose my head. He provoked me, but when I tried to be with him, he refused me. Not even a kiss. I wanted him and so... I tried to take him. Who knows why I was so infatuated with him?"
"Do you still desire him?" asked Bruce.
"No, no more. It has passed completely. I think now that I would never fall into that situation again."
Bruce smiled to make him understand that he believed him. He liked Zaman. Not only his sound, trim body, but also his character, which he was starting to get to know and appreciate.
He looked at Zaman and said, "I'm sorry that there are those bars..."
"What do you mean?" Zaman asked looking in his eyes, surprised. "I would like to caress your chest."
"You? And me? Are you pulling my leg?" he asked with surprise - in fact, to caress another's chest had become on board, the equivalent of a real, explicit declaration of desire.
"No, not at all," said Bruce seriously, and he stretched his arm through the bars towards the youth.
Zaman then slipped his arm between the bars on his side, and their hands brushed.
"Do you really desire me, Bruce?"
"Yes, and I'll wait for you... if you want."
As an answer, Zaman unhooked his kilt, letting the other see him completely nude, his member erect and palpitating, "Do you see? It is not just now that you have this effect on me. I too desire you and I like you, and not only physically. I never dared tell you this because I was afraid you might not like me after what I did. If you will really wait for me, I'll be yours. I swear it."
"Sure, I will wait for you. I truly long for you. You are a dear boy, yes, you are. I'll make you forget these months of isolation, I promise. And... I'm glad I'm having this effect on you," concluded Bruce, with a sweet and sly smile.
He waited for him.
When the Commander went to free Zaman and questioned him at the works' office about his re-insertion, he asked if he could have the second shift, that is the same shift as Bruce - he wanted their free time to coincide. There was no problems in granting him his request. He went back in his small apartment, waiting for Bruce to end his shift, when he would go and see him as he had promised. He took a long shower, put on a freshly laundered kilt, put clean sheets on his bed, unused for five months, and waited, with trepidation.
Finally Bruce came, and as soon as Zaman showed him in, he embraced and kissed him.
Bruce unhooked his friend's kilt and caressed his turgid genitals, murmuring, "At last! How long have I dreamt about this moment. Take me, Zaman!"
"Let us go in there."
"No, here, now. We will have time to go in there..." said Bruce, unhooking his own kilt and turning, leant his arms and head against the wall, stretched his small naked ass backwards and offered himself to his friend.
Zaman crouched over his back and started to lick the valley between his cheeks, teasing the hot and palpitating hole with his tongue, at times with its tip, at times flat, all the while caressing Bruce¹s turgid genitals.
"Oooh, Zaman! Take me, please, I want you inside me! Make me feel how much you want me, how strongly. Go on, please, I can't resist. Shove it all inside me!" Zaman, fully excited, stood up, seized his waist and placed his sound pole, hard as steel, on his hole. Bruce put his hand back and guided it. Then Zaman breathed in deeply and gave an energetic push with his loins, while strongly pulling his friend's pelvis against him. He burst inside him to the hilt of his member with that one stroke, exhaling a kind of long moan, accompanied by a strong groan of pleasure from Bruce.
"Oh, Zaman, that's so great! Make me feel what a male you are, now. Hammer in me, hard, go on!" Bruce urged him.
Then Zaman threw himself against him with a strong rhythm, almost wild, his body covered with small drops of sweat, while Bruce slightly flexed his pelvis and pushed backwards at each push of his friend, to back him up and increase his pleasure. That furious, intense union lasted only a short time - soon Zaman unloaded inside him, emitting a long, low and hoarse moan, seized by intense pleasure. When he had completely unloaded, he stopped pushing, trembling from head to toe.
"Did you like it, Zaman?" asked Bruce with a smile, not moving, but feeling his companion¹s member still firm and stiff inside him.
The other emitted a faint "Yes..." while his trembling gradually subsided. Then Zaman slowly slipped out, made him turn around and tightly embraced him, French-kissing him. Then he asked, "But do you like being taken in this way? I didn't think so, you always are so sweet..."
"I liked it, but it is true... But I thought that, after so many months, you needed this. Now we can go in there, to your bed, and really start properly to make love. You are still excited, in fact. You still want me, don't you?"
"You are delightful. Yes, I still want you so much. And I also want you to take me. But this time more calmly. I want to enjoy it, and I want to make you enjoy it as well, Bruce. I want to tell you with all my body how important you are to me. Come..."
They went to Zaman's bed and started to make love, this time without haste, savoring each other for a long time. They came and, not yet sated, started again. When at last they parted, they were still full of desire to meet again.
Little by little, learning to know each other better, they became aware of how to make love to each other, and when Bruce asked Zaman if he wanted to marry him, Zaman accepted, deeply moved. After the ceremony, Zaman moved to Bruce's apartment.
"Zaman, I want you." Bruce said, while they were entering in their apartment, affectionately squeezing his hand.
"Take me," his lover said, with luminous eyes, "You know I am totally yours, don't you? And I adore the way you take me. You made me feel desired, loved."
They made love with enthusiasm, then while they were relaxing, feeling filled with happiness and embracing tenderly, Zaman said, "Bruce, my Love, would you agree if I asked for a child?"
"I'll be more than happy. Let's call the adoptions center now, immediately, and ask them when they would start the duplication of your child." Zaman kissed him, switched on the communicator and called the office. They told him that his request would be placed in the queue and his child would be started in five months. And they told him that after his official request of adoption, he would be told the name of the child. The two lovers decided to go at once to sign the request - they wanted to know who would be their first child. After he recorded the request, the man in charge told to Zaman the name of the child - Saro V.
Zaman knew Saro IV well, a thirty years old man with whom he had had a short relationship six years before. Saro was not really handsome, but anyway he was extremely sexy and likeable, and also very intelligent. He was a second rank officer, responsible for fish-breeding. Who knows how much the child would be like his ori, Zaman asked himself.
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Kamel, his spouse Ned, Stan their elder son and his spouse Oman, and Chandra, the younger, were a formidable team of bio-engineers. When Kamel united the whole family for the New Year's celebration, the 216th, after the meal, Stan put his son Yves on his lap because he wanted to play trimino with him.
But Kamel said to him, "You should be a little patient now, my dear Ju'Yves, We grown ups have to talk about a serious matter..."
"Can I remain here, Ol'Kamel?"
"No, Ju'Yves, you go now into the other room and look at the holovisor. We have to talk about adult stuff now, you will be terribly bored. Go on, be a good boy... ³ After he had left, he continued: ³Well, now listen to me carefully, all of you. You know that for thirty years now we, myself, then before me Ned, have been interested in a research project authorized by the President of that time, Fourth. Well, the research had to remain secret. But today I got from our current President, Uccio, authorization to tell you all about it. In fact, we have reached a point where we need help, your help. Of course you too would be tied to the strictest secrecy."
"Of course. But what is it about?" asked Chandra, becoming immediately curious.
"Up to now, we have all been born thanks to the cloning system of our old originals. This system works, but there are many among us, particularly those who are happily married, who would like to have had their own children, that is, children who are biologically obtained from the combination of genes from both spouses. Ned and I, even if it is no longer possible for us to have children, have faced this problem. And we feel we have got very close to the solution."
"So you mean that... two males could really genetically conceive their own child?" Oman asked, widening his eyes.
"Certainly. You know that in the nucleus of the sperm cell there is half the genetic material of a normal cell, and it bears either an X chromosome or a Y chromosome. If we can succeed in joining an X-bearing sperm cell from one member of a couple with a Y-bearing sperm from the other spouse, a nice little male would be born and he would really be the child of both men, and not a copy of one only."
"And if we unite two X genes?" Chandra asked, with curiosity. "A woman would be born. It would be the same as if from two Y genes a male would result, but in this case the child would be seriously defective, abnormal, and would have little chance of surviving. But our community seems to be well balanced and harmonious as it is, composed of all males. We don't have, or feel any need of a double-X among us. We fit nicely together being all XYs, don't we?" asked the aged scientist affectionately, caressing the hand of his Ned.
Stan and Oman also smiled at each other, and Stan gave his Oman a light kiss.
They resumed their discussion - the problem to solve was that of creating the right conditions for a fusion of the two nuclei obtained from the chosen spermatozoa, without the intervention of an egg-cell, or to put it bluntly, the creation of an artificial environment like that of an egg-cell.
The five scientists briefly discussed the results that had been obtained so far, then they decided to continue their research on the following day in the laboratory. Chandra was possibly the most excited of all, as he, too, would have liked to have had a son of his and his eventual mate. He felt that this would unite the couple even more. Moreover, as Ned explained, there would be on board a wider range of human types with the kind of fusion there were envisioning, instead of being limited to the 155 of the original crew.
All the five men started to work on that problem with renewed effort.
Later the next day, Chandra was taking a rest on level A3 after his work out in the gym, when Willie VI, an eighteen-year-old boy who worked in the laundry, entered the relaxation room. Chandra made him a greeting gesture. They often met in the gym - Willie had a nicely muscled, athletic body. Chandra felt he was beginning to have a slight attraction for Willie, but as he saw him very often with Tano, another boy of his same age, he never attempted to caress his chest, thinking that the two boys were lovers.
He was stupefied then, when Willie bent over and, looking at him with a smile, caressed his chest. Chandra looked up, and under the boy¹s kilt, he caught a glimpse of the member hanging between his thighs starting to get hard. Then he raised his hand, slipped it under the boy's kilt and caressed his incipient erection. He felt a jolt as the answer.
Willie sat next to Chandra and said, "I was not sure you liked me. You looked at me, but you never came to caress my chest. I, on the other hand, always get aroused just thinking of you." I In his turn, he slipped his hand under the young man's kilt and started to caress his genitals.
"I thought you were with Tano, the boy at the restaurant."
"Well... at times we have fun together, he and I. But I like you."
"If you don't stop touching me in this way, Ju'Willie, it will end with me taking you here! You are getting me much too excited..."
"Well, it is not forbidden, is it?" Willie answered, continuing to finger it.
"No, but I don't feel like doing it in public. Somebody could enter. I'm not the kind of man who likes to do it in front of others. Are you?" "Well, there is nothing wrong. With Ju'Leo, at times we did it in the garden and once even Yan united with us."
"I don't like group sex. I know that some like it, but not me." Chandra answered, then added, "Why don't you come to my apartment instead?"
They went. As soon as they were on the bed, the boy seized Chandra's member and started to lick it. "You have a really fine cock - in the gym I could see it, while you were whirling. I've desired to taste it a lot - I like it."
"And you have a really fine little ass, I would like to visit it." Chandra answered, feeling it and rummaging with his fingers until he singled out the hidden entrance.
"You are the welcome." Willie answered cheerfully.
He grasped his legs, pulling them to the sides of his chest, and parted them to give full access to the young man. Chandra knelt in front of that stretched out, nice, little ass, and easily sank in it, strong with passion. Willie smiled at him encouragingly, moaning his pleasure for that virile invasion. He made his hole palpitate and lightly waved his ass to give his companion further pleasure. Chandra started to slip vigorously inside and out of him, excited by the movements of the boy and by the bliss of his smile, with which Willie was welcoming him.
They made love passionately. Chandra really liked the boy very much. He could not propose marriage to him, he had to wait at least until he was of age, but he asked him to become his steady boyfriend.
Willie caressed him, "Thank you, but I... I like you really a lot, you and the way you take me... but I know myself very well. I could not swear to remain faithful to you..."
"I didn't still ask you to marry me. Therefore you are not required to be faithful to me, you know this."
"But wouldn't you, then, feel bad, knowing that at times I made love with other men, or boys?"
"I don't think so, if you continue to make love with me. I like you so much, you know? Much more than all the others with whom I have done it up to now."
Have you had many?"
"Well, let¹s see, ten years ago, when I was thirteen, Jahal, who was then sixteen, came and asked my cura, Ned, if he cold make love with me. Ned asked me if I agreed, I said yes and so Ned gave us his authorization. Jahal was my first; he took my virginity and he did it in a really good way, really pleasurable for me. When I was sixteen, and had my first apartment, practically a day didn't pass without me having a lover in my bed. I calmed down only around my twentieth year of age. Therefore I have had a lot of men and boys, as you can see. I can say that I did it with all the boys and singles, and often even more than once."
"Then you are like me. I made love the first time only three years ago, I too with Jahal, who was then twenty-four years old. Well, he is well known for loving the greenhorns... I think he has been the first for many of us boys... well, not for Tano, anyway. No, but of many, for sure. And afterwards, I too did it with many others... but I really like you a lot. But, you see, if somebody caresses my chest I'm not able to refuse him. Each one makes love in a different way and I enjoy trying. I also like Oman a lot, for instance, your brother's spouse. Before he married, I made love with him also - his beautiful black body really excited me a lot, and I loved the taste of his seed. If he hadn¹t married, I would try again with him."
"Willie, you are free to make love with whomever you want, whenever you want, but please, continue also to make love with me. Be my boy. I like you very much, possibly because I feel that you like sex at least as much as I do... moreover you also have a beautiful body, and you are also likeable. Accept my offer, please..."
"Yes, but... I ask you just one thing - please, don't fall in love with me, you would feel hurt by my behavior. And I don't want to be the one to hurt you..."
"I feel a strong desire to take you again."
"The same here. Will you again visit my little ass?"
"With pleasure. You like my cock, don't you?"
"I've become crazy for it. Let me first lick it for a while, to get it again in a good shape, I want it beautifully hard!"
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The bio-engineering team was ready. All the tests they did were positive. So, with the authorization of the President, they chose a young couple, Leo, twenty-three years old, and Feodor, twenty-one years old, who had married a few months before. Leo had just applied for an adoption. They summoned the two young men.
When they were in his office, Kamel asked to the two boys, "Do you love each other?"
They looked at him somewhat astounded, then Feodor answered, "Uh? Yes, sure, that's why we married. For four years we have been in love, but we could only now make our union official. I was seventeen when I swore to Leo I would be his boy, only and forever."
"Now, Leo has applied for an adoption. I presume that you both agreed to have a child, didn't you?"
"Sure thing! I asked Feodor before applying."
"And why, since you are both still so young, do you want to have a child?"
"We think it will be better for the child if he grows with a young couple. Then, when he is three years old, we will apply to adopt our second child."
"What pushed you two to want to have a child?"
"We think that it will made us closer, having to care for him, for them. The responsibility, the affection we will have for them will help us be more adult, more mature. That¹s what we think." answered Feodor.
Then after some more questions, Kamel asked, "Would you like to have your own son?"
³Certainly, and we hope that they will entrust us with a child very soon. But I don't understand why my application for an adoption has not yet been recorded... Is that why you summoned us? Are there any problems?"
Kamel smiled, "You studied in your school years how children are born, didn't you?"
"Sure, here on Cosmolab, by means of cloning," answered Feodor.
"Right. And on Earth?"
"There, some men are made in a different way, called women, and they give birth to children, down there on Earth." Leo said.
"Right. And the child of a man and a woman is not conceived by cloning a complete cell, but by the fusion of two half cells, one coming from the man and one from the woman." Kamel explained.
"Yes, sure, we know that - at school they explained it all to us very clearly, also with animations." Leo said, without understanding where all the talk was going.
"All right. Would you like to be able to have a son conceived by the fusion of two of your own half-cells? What we call a ^Ìbiological son¹ and not the copy by cloning, of another man?"
"Oh, if one of us was a man of the woman kind..." Leo said, then he added, "But I like Feodor better as he is."
"At least on a theoretical level, it has become possible to get a half-cell from each of you and make them accomplish their fusion in our laboratory, thereby conceiving a biological son for you. If both of you agree, you could be the first couple with whom we will try this and, if as we hope all will proceed rightly, you could see your biological son taking shape and in nine months we could give him to you. Do you accept?"
The two young men looked at Kamel agape, then looked at each other without uttering a word, but their luminous and joyous eyes were talking for them.
Then Feodor said excitedly, "If this is really possible, we would be so happy... Can you think of it, Leo, a son, our son, yours and mine, made from both of us? Yours and mine at once!"
"But would he then be entrusted to a cura? To another man?" Leo asked, somewhat worried.
"No, new laws are ready to be published about the direct biological filiation of this new kind - assuming it is successful, of course. Do you understand that this experiment, being the first we will try, could also fail... Anyway, if we succeed, and if you want, a few years after you can also apply to have your second biological son; always yours of course, as you have the right to two children." "Will he be exactly like the first one?"
"No, he will be different, as the second one will be conceived from a different combination of your genes." Kamel answered, and he explained to them how the natural selection of genes would take place.
They accepted immediately, more than happy. They were brought two test tubes in which to deposit their seed. But they wanted to deposit it making love, and not simply by masturbating themselves, as the technicians had suggested. And when they finally reached their orgasm, each of them, with deep emotion, gathered his spouse¹s seed in the appropriate test tube.
The technicians started at once to process the sperm of the two young men and to select an X spermatozoon from Leo and a Y from Feodor, conserving the others in cryo-suspension in case the first fusion attempt didn't work properly. Then, they inserted the two nuclei in the artificial egg-cellule and, in the presence of the two young spouses, observed what happened under an electron microscope. On the wide liquid crystals color screen they saw the two parts enter into contact, then fuse into one complete cellule, which then would soon would start to germinate.
Leo and Feodor embraced each other and kissed, filled with emotion, "We are about to become fathers. What do you think of that?" said Leo, almost in a whisper.
"And we can call him our son." Feodor answered, his eyes shining with tears.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5
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