COSMOLAB by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 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.
CHAPTER 7 - THE COMMUNITY GROWS
Captain Zac, followed by four of his men, entered the compensation chamber. When the hatch of the Yag was closed and the pressure of the two space-crafts were synchronized, the hatch on Cosmolab was opened and the five men from the Yag moved forward into the admissions room, watched by everybody on board Cosmolab through the holovisors. The hatch of the compensation chamber was closed and the admission door was opened. The men from the Yag were astounded to see five other men advancing towards them, totally naked and in perfect physical shape, all between thirty and sixty years of age.
"Holy shit, they really are stark naked!" one of Zac's men whispered.
The five men from the Yag, in their rust-colored uniforms, seemed incongruous and awkward. They were also somewhat embarrassed.
"Welcome on board Cosmolab, " said the president, with a formal smile. "Would you please follow us..."
From level eight in Compartment C, where the hatch was, they went to Compartment A, where they entered the presidential reunion room. In the room there were only nine other men there in addition to the five from the Yag: the five from the Cosmolab who had met them and four cameramen, who were there to record the scene. They sat at a long table, on one side the Terrestrians, and on the other the Cosmians. And they started the discussion.
Zac wanted to know how it was possible for anyone to still be alive on Cosmolab. "Of course, we were all hoping to find the Cosmolab one day, since it had become a legend. Whoever found it would become very rich. But we all thought it would just be a relic, without any sign of life."
"As you can see, it is anything but a relic", said Lee, "so, I'm sorry for you, but you cannot become rich, thanks to Cosmolab. If you are interested, I can tell you something of our history..."
"I'd be pleased..." Captain Zac said, now slightly ashamed, though he tried not to show it.
"Well... As I presume you already know, this space-laboratory was built in order to clone President Sullivan Grosvenor Narita III."
"Ah, the last dictator... I didn't know that was the real reason. He was overthrown by all his vice-presidents about five years after the take-off of Cosmolab, who then went on to establish an oligarchic government which still holds power... even worse that than of the dictator." Zac said, with a dark expression. "But please go on..."
Lee told them their history. He was interrupted several times with requests for explanation, especially when he told them as they had developed the ability to reproduce themselves by fusion, rather than cloning. Not only Captain Zac, but his men as well, seemed quite amazed by this detail. When Zac asked if this meant that the men of the Cosmolab had sexual relationships with each other, Lee confirmed that it did, and he went on to explain that they also married each other. At this point, the Terrestrians were greatly astonished.
Then Zac responded:"On Earth you all would be sentenced to death. Homosexuality is considered a very serious crime. Around two centuries ago, our government enacted a law stating that everybody had to marry, a man and a woman, I mean. Priests and monks of various faiths put up quite a resistance, but in the end they either submitted or were sentenced to life in prison. Everybody has to marry before they are twenty years old under pain of imprisonment, and sex is permitted only between those of opposite sex, under pain of death. Nudity is forbidden. Only two married people, in the privacy of their bedroom and behind a locked door, can be naked together. Also, at the sea or in a pool, it is mandatory to wear a regulation bathing suit. And after the age five, a person can change his clothes or wash himself only when he is alone and closed in a cubicle."
"You mean that homosexuality has disappeared?" one of the councilors asked, with amazement.
Zac smiled, somewhat amused, "No, not at all. The proof is that even now, from time to time, people are still sentenced to death because of it. In fact, all of us on board the Yag... are homosexual, and what your have here seems to us the world of our dreams come true. Isn't that so, boys?" he said, addressing his men, who all nodded emphatically.
Zac resumed his remarks. "We all have, of course, wives and children on Earth. And there are several groups of homosexuals, like us, who are trying to find ways of being able to live our sexuality as freely as possible. We, and others, have found this way - we leave our families for periods of three to six years while we go into space in search of relics, so that we can, on board, have sex amongst ourselves. In fact, the law forbids women to work, thank heavens, so we cannot - and have not - brought them with us. Women have to care for the home, to nurture children, to care for the elderly and the sick. Then, when the children come of age, they can work as nurses or teachers, part-time. It is a really bad life, both for women and for those of us who are homosexual. Oh, our ship, the Yag... if you read its name backwards you have 'gay', the ancient name used for homosexuals."
"And how can you find each other, if it is so difficult, dangerous, forbidden?" asked Lee.
"We have developed a kind of secret language - little gestures, key words - which we use in order to recognize each other."
"Yes, I see, but the first time? When one discovers he is... gay, looking for people like himself surely exposes him to real danger."
"It is certainly a most difficult time. And the most risky. But when desire becomes so strong, a boy is ready to take some risks. He tries to make his desire understood by someone else. If he is lucky, he meets somebody who is already part of our secret homosexual society, one we call SOCI, and he then becomes part of it. Moreover, we homosexuals have a kind of sensitivity for singling out youths who may be like us. Of course, there are risks. Almost every one of us has had a friend who was sentenced to death. My first lover for example - he was caught with an eighteen-year-old boy. They both were sentenced to death. If he had been faithful only to me... The Yag, along with almost all the other space-ships, belongs to the SOCI."
This bitter tale of Captain Zac made a deep impression on all the Cosmolab community. Lee, after this first meeting, proposed to the Terrestrians that they have lunch together, then he would take them on a tour of their small world. The Terrestrians were really struck by the quality of the food, so fresh, genuine and tasty. On Earth, they said, only the rich and powerful still eat so well. Then they started their visit.
One of Zac's men, while touring the structure, spoke out: "I feel almost ashamed, being clothed all the time. But seeing all these naked males, puts me in a state of continual arousal."
"Well, this is just natural - at times it happens to us too to have an erection, but nobody cares. If you see somebody you like, it's a logical reaction. For our youths especially, it happens quite often."
"But here, if you like somebody, are you free to make love with him as you please? With anybody?" asked one of the Terrestrians.
"Well, if the other person wants to as well, yes. There are some rules, of course. Those who marry, make an oath of fidelity to their spouse. If someone wants to make love with a boy younger than sixteen, he first has to get authorization from his parents. But after his sixteenth birthday, anyone is free to choose his own partner. However, he cannot be married, or have a son, before he is twenty years old. The four years between sexteen and twenty are for free sexual experiences and form the basis of later choosing the right spouse. Anyway, divorce is also possible."
"Fuking shit, this is really civilization..." one of the men blurted out, touching the elbow of one of his mates.
When the guests were shown the pool, they saw a man and a boy embracing and flirting quite openly, and this also strongly affected the Terrestrians.
The visit and the talks lasted for three days. Already, on the second day the Terrestrians asked to be allowed to wear kilts instead of their uniforms. And on the last day, three of the five guests were approached by young Cosmians who brushed their chests. The guests had been informed that this gesture was the way of expressing a feeling of desire towards another person, and at once they answered with the same gesture. Each of them followed the youth who had touched him to his own apartment, absenting themselves from circulation for a while, and then reappearing with an enthousiastic expression for the experience they had had.
Zac then asked if he could go back to the Yag to confer with his men. During his absence, the discussion in the community concerning their future flared up again, but at that point, even though some had regret of not being able at least to visit Earth, everyone decided that they wanted to remain on the Cosmolab.
When Zac and his four men were back to the Yag, they told the other eighteen members of the crew all they had seen and heard. They discussed what would be the best course of action to take and, in the end, decided unanimously to ask to be admitted to the "paradise" of the Cosmolab - and in exchange they would give them the Yag, with everything on it.
Zac asked to meet Lee again. He was followed by four different men this time, and they showed up already just wearing kilts.
In response to their request, Lee answered that they had to verify two things - first, how would the Cosmolab cope with an increase of population of twenty-two new members. Then, if the computer gave a positive answer, he would have to ask the community to vote in favor of their admission. Zac made it clear that the Yag, with all its materials: water, air, propellent, equipment, tools and the metal that they had accumulated, would became part of the common property, and he also clarified that when the Yag caught sight of Cosmolab, they hadn¹t send a signal to anybody, so there was no chance, even a remote one, of a second encounter with another space-craft.
Some days elapsed, during which Yag¹s computer gave Cosmolab¹s central computer all the data about its stocks, so that new calculations for the survival of the joint enterprise could be carried out.
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Meanwhile Zac's men, in their spare time, were fraternizing with the men of Cosmolab. Quite often, to fraternize meant also to make love. The Cosmians were attracted by these men, so "exotic" in their behavior, and the Terrestrians in their turn, were attracted by the simplicity and freedom with which Cosmians were allowed to express themselves, and at times also to realize their deepest desires.
Lynn, the navigator of the Yag, a twenty five year old man with fawn eyes, was approached by Eric, a twenty nine year old Cosmian, who brushed his chest.
Lynn opened his eyes widely, suddenly excited, and asked, "You really want to fuck with me?"
"Yea, sure. Don¹t you?" answered Eric, with a smile.
"Fucking shit, yes! But... what do I have to do, now?"
"For a start, you have to brush my chest the same way I did yours, to tell me you agree," answered Eric, quite amused by the other's embarrassment - which at the same time was mixed with evident desire.
Visibly trembling, Lynn, blushing, looked him in the eyes and lightly brushed his chest. Then he asked, "And then?"
"And then, I'll ask you to come to my apartment."
"And there... we can fuck?"
"Of course. Will you come, then?"
"And how! Sure I'll come. You are such a handsome man. How is it that you all are so handsome here?"
"Healthy food, physical exercise, and joie de vivre."
"Joie de vivre... I really hope you will accept us on board."
"If the central computer says it is possible, I'm quite sure that the majority of us will vote in favor of your admission." "Will you vote yes?"
"I'll tell you after we make love, OK?" Eric answered, with a sly smile.
"But perhaps you won't like the way I make love. Maybe you would prefer one of the other men of the Yag..." Lynn said, in confusion.
"And you¹ll try to do your best, won't you?"
"You can bet on it! I really like you a lot!" Lynn answered, in a whisper.
"I can see that." Eric said with a smile, making a nod toward the youth's kilt, which was visibly tenting in front.
The youth blushed again. Eric led him into his apartment and pushed him near the bed, removing his kilt. He looked down at the youth¹s erection with approval and reached out to caress it softly, as his own member started to rise rapidly.
"My name is Eric," he said, pushing the youth on the bed. "And yours?"
"Lynn, " whispered the youth, strongly excited.
"Well, Lynn, what do you like to do?"
"Eh? Me? On our ship, there is a rule that the younger one has to do anything the older one asks."
"Not here on Cosmolab. Each of us does only what he likes to do best. So then, what would you like to do?"
"May I..." Lynn said and caressed his companion's butt, then deliciously blushed again.
"You want to take me? Yes, I'd like to feel your beautiful tool inside me. But first you have to make me want it."
"Oh! And how do I do that?"
"You have to make me excited, aroused, while I arouse you. Making love is an art."
"An art? Teach me. We... we are accustomed to do it in a hurry. Especially when we are on Earth - the more time we take, the greater risk we have of being caught. But on the Yag we can spend as much as a full hour making love. We are safe there; we are all the same way."
"Only one hour? Here on Cosmolab, one hour would mean doing it in a hurry! Come." Eric said taking him in his arms and starting to kiss him.
The boy answered the kiss with sheer passion, and instinctively started to masturbate himself.
"No, don't touch yourself." Eric said, pulling the youth's hand away from his member. "You have to touch me and I have to touch you, that is the first rule. You have to think only about giving me pleasure, and I have only to think about giving you pleasure."
In a short while Lynn was the prey of his sense of delirium. The young man was strongly excited and was losing all his initial reserve and shyness. Under the expert guidance of Eric, the Terrestrian literally caught fire.
Their limbs intertwined, squeezing, searching for each other without rest, until Eric, sensing that the other was at the limit of his resistence, offered himself to the youth, "Take me, now, Lynn..."
The young man asked Eric to kneel on the mattress, knelt behind him between his legs and aimed his hard member between his firm buttocks. He shoved his member into Eric, penetrating him with a sudden stroke of his loins, really hard. Then, once he had started, he gripped his torso with his arms, and pumped in and out with frantic strokes.
Eric smiled - the boy was awkward, but he liked his aggressiveness. He decided to let him to take his fill - he understood that Lynn needed that. He would have time later on other occasions, he hoped, to teach him how to do it a better way.
Lynn emitted strong low moans as he rapidly approached his orgasm, and in a short time he unloaded into Eric with a prolonged spasm, pushing himself inside as deeply as he could. Then he withdrew from the man, flopping down on the mattress beside him, panting heavily.
Eric then turned around, made Lynn lie on his back and took his legs, raising them high against his chest. The youth, docile and still shaken from his own orgasm, let him do with him what he wanted, a contented expression on his face. Eric entered him with a steady, smooth application of pressure.
Then, rubbing and teasing his tits, he started to file inside him with regular strokes, in a vigorous, but calm manner, coming-and-going and then, with smile, he asked, "Do you like it, Lynn?"
"Ooohhh, yeeees... it's great..."
"You see? The secret is all in doing it so that the other person enjoys it as well. When you did it just now, you were just thinking about your own enjoyment, weren¹t you?"
Lynn blushed and murmured, "Yes, you¹re right...please forgive me..."
"No problem; you¹ve got a lot to learn. Now tell me what you're feeling..."
"I don't know... it's great... I can feel it all inside me... big and firm... It's odd, but for the first time I'm almost enjoying being fucked more than fucking. Oh, Eric, that's so-o-o good... Oh, you move it nicely... Oh, Eric, don't come too soon, please, make me enjoy it as long as you can... I love it... I love it..."
"I too like feeling how much you like it. It¹s ok, I'm not going to come too soon, I want to enjoy you for a long while and make you enjoy it with me. Ah, that¹s good, make your hole palpitate. Let me feel how much you like being taken by me, let me feel how much you want me in you."
Lynn was happy. He had never felt as good. Certainly, the times when he made love with his mates on the Yag, he had liked it, but the way Eric was now taking him, threw him into raptures of delight. On the Yag, they used to take each other always from behind, on all fours. The way Eric was taking him now, enabled him to see the beautiful manly body leaning in on him while taking him, and it was really exciting. The look of pleasure and control in Eric¹s smile was fascinating. On instinct, he teased the man's tits, and the expression of pleasure that appeared on the man's face, made him even more aroused.
Eric, continuing to pump inside him,he leaned in more and deeply kissed his companion, moving his tongue almost as if it was another member penetrating Lynn's mouth. Eric¹s coming-and-going became stronger, the strokes more vigorous and sharp, and Lynn waited with anticipation for the eruption of the man's orgasm. Lynn¹s member was once again hard, and was being brushed by the man's belly at each plunge, and he became aware, with both amazement and pleasure, that he was on the point of having another orgasm himself. He had never cum before, just from being fucked. That is, he could cum, but only because he was masturbating himself, never spontaneously without touching himself. But when he felt Eric go rigid, filling him with his seed, he came again for the second time, trembling at the intensity of his pleasure.
Then Eric lay on top of him, letting him stretch his legs and caress him without saying a word. They relaxed in silence, in a gilded quiet, lightly stroking each other.
"Lynn?"
"Yes?"
"I want you to know, I like you a lot."
"It has been way too good!"
"It could be even better, when you'll have learned how to do it."
"Yes, I really think so."
"I hope you can be admitted..."
"I hope so too... and especially now..."
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The central computer soon gave its response - with the admission of the twenty-two Terrestrians and their supplies, the balance was slightly positive for water and air, slightly negative for food, and very positive for equipment, mainly the space-transmitter-receiver which was on the Yag, and also the minerals. The deficiency in food could be rectified by a small increase in the growing of vegetables and herbs, the only problem being that this required the use of a greater area of the terrain, which in turn, would necessitate some replacement in a hundred years or so. However, this was not an impossible situation, especially if they had the luck to find and capture a meteorite with the right chemical composition.
Modifying and equipping the Yag meant that it could be used to capture meteorites more easily than had been possible up to now. Moreover, the smelting-plant on the Yag would enable them to improve the processing of any meteorites they happened to capture.
The computer analysis summarised its analysis by advising the admission of the Yag and its crew.
The technicians then studied the possibility of re-designing the space-ship - moving to Cosmolab all the equipment handling operations and the plant for metallurgic work, the storage of treated metals, the bunks and apartments for the crew. The Yag itself would be down-sized to a five-man space-ship. The amount of propellent supplied by the Yag would enable the new shuttle to make many trips in the vicinity of Cosmolab. All in all, it was apparent that incorporating the Yag and its crew into the existing community was entirely feasible.
After the report of the computer analysis was distributed to all the Cosmians, Lee held a referendum. The Terrestrians were accepted, with 91% voting yes, 7% abstaining and 2% voting no. The Yag¹s crew were exultant.
So an admission ceremony was held for the twenty-two Terrestrians. They were then assigned to the vacant apartments, which at that moment only consisted of seventeen apartments, but new ones were built in Sector F7, utilising some space from the shows-hall which was seldom used. The Yag was reassembled and downsized, and the resulting space-craft - a shuttle - was created. It was called the Scout.
On Lee's advice, Zac transmitted an automated message probe, of the kind used in emergencies, to say that the Yag had suffered a severe explosion on board and that they had only twenty-six hours of life remaining. In this way, when the message was received by Earth, they all would be considered as ^Ìdisappeared¹. And it would therefore be unlikely that a search party would be dispatched to try and find them; their "widows" would therefore be permitted to marry again.
None of the Terrestrians regretted losing contact with the families they had been forced to have on Earth. At most, some of the men were sorry not being able to see their children again, but the life waiting for them on Cosmolab would largely compensate them for the one they had endured before. After consulting the other councilors, Lee named Zac as a councilor of the combined community.
Steve, who had obtained from Lee permission to write to Vance, described all these events to him in his letters. His father Nadir, meanwhile, had served his sentence and was back with his family. Vance, who always answered the child's letters, seemed to have found some comfort in his situation.
The day for the election of a new president came, and Selim, a hydroponic cultures technician, was elected. Steve asked immediately if he could speak to the new president. When they met, he told him about Vance, about his father's imprisonment, about the conditions of the inmates kept in isolation and he also told him that, in his opinion, it wasn't fair to treat those who had made a mistake in such an harsh way.
Selim listened attentively to everything the little boy, just twelve years old, had to tell him. Then, persuaded by the boy's heartfelt pleading, he summoned the chief psychologist and asked him to study the inmates¹ problem. After some research, the specialist proposed a number of changes, the main one being that seclusion could be suspended for a period of four days each month. He also recommended that the cells should have normal doors instead of bars, and finally, that prisoners could receive visits during their time of seclusion. Selim called a meeting of the Council and had them vote on these proposals. They were accepted immediately. He then went to see Vance and told him of the changes, explaining that they had been made as a result of little Steve¹s proposals.
During his first leave, Vance met one of the new members of the community, a forty two year old man called Shaun. The man was at once attracted to Vance, and consequently, following the usual custom, he approached him and brushed his chest when next he saw him in the mess,
A sad smile crept over Vance¹s face. "Thank you for doing that. You are one of the Terrestrians, aren't you?"
"A former Terrestrian. I am now a member of your community, no?"
"Yes, but you don't know that I am an inmate, just on leave, a good-for-nothing."
"Well, that doesn't change the fact that I like you. Why are you in jail?"
"I'm ashamed to tell you."
"It doesn't matter, don't tell me. I like you, as I said, and if you like me too, I really don't care who you are."
"You would hear about it anyway, so I¹ll tell you. I abused some pre-pubertal boys."
"You raped them?"
"I don't know how you would classify what I did. But I forced them to... to suck me..." Vance answered, blushing violently.
"The fact that you can blush because of it, is a positive thing. But you didn't answer my first question," the man said, again caressing the young man's chest.
Vance hesitated for a moment, then shyly caressed the man in return.
Shaun smiled. "Let's end our meal, then go to my apartment. I really like you a lot."
"Thank you. I¹ll follow you with pleasure. My name is Vance."
"I'm Shaun. What's your age?"
"Almost twenty-six."
"I thought less. You are a really handsome boy." "You really don't... for what I did..."
"Really. Past is past, isn't that so?" "Benoit always tells me it is."
"Who's he? I still can¹t remember the names of everyone here."
"He's my warder. He¹s a really good man."
"Do you like him? Does he like you?"
"Yes... not physically, I mean, but... And in any case he is married and he wouldn't... But he has helped me a whole lot."
They proceeded to make love. Vance enjoyed it very much, and not only because it had been more than two years since he had had any kind of sexual encounter. At the same time, Shaun enjoyed being with Vance, and so when the young man had to go back to jail, he promised he would come and visit him.
Back into his cell, Vance thought about Shaun again. How the man took him, in the two days they spent together. Shaun was a real man, strong, manly and passionate and in his arms Vance felt again like a little boy. He also really enjoyed how Shaun had sucked him while having a long sixty-nine with him. It was a thousand times better than doing it with small boys, he had to admit. He had totally entrusted himself to Shaun and he felt happy. The man had told him he would visit him in prison, and would be waiting for his on next four-day leave, which was due in about a month¹s time.
Vance felt he was very much in love with Shaun, and with his way of making love. He still felt the man's long member working his way into him, from down up, slipping inside his tight channel, spreading it, conquering him, possessing him. And then, at last, moving inside him, up and down, taking him to the stars. He had felt a slight pain the first time, but he was really, really, happy.
He remembered the first time he had been taken, years before, when he had asked George to be allowed to make love with his son Olivier. The man told him he would permit his son to suck Vance only if Vance allowed him to fuck his ass. Vance had hesitated for a while, but in the end he acquiesced - Olivier was thirteen and he liked him very much: he was willing to do anything to have him, even if it meant being taken himself.
So George called his son, and together they went to a bed, and while George fucked him with vigor, Olivier sucked him. It was not quite what Vance had imagined would happen. He would have preferred being alone with Olivier. He enjoyed the physical threesome somewhat, but at the same time he felt humiliated, being fucked by the boy's father in front of him.
The same thing happened again three or four more times, until Vance succeeded in persuading Olivier to meet him alone, secretly. That time he got on top of the boy and fucked his mouth relentlessly, almost in a rage. And he enjoyed this time much more than the previous encounters. It was that fact, possibly, that initiated his desire to have sex with young boys.
But now, he felt that Shaun had put back things in their right perspective, and he knew where they belonged. Shaun was treating him not as a simple and mere pleasure-object, but as a loved human being. Shan took him impetuously, certainly, but also with love. And he was able to suck Vance in a delicious way. Without any doubt, Vance was falling for Shaun. So when, after their third encounter, Shaun told him he was in love with him and wanted to marry him immediately in spite of the fact that he had to go back to prison again, because he wanted him to be his, and his alone. Vance felt very happy. He was finally accepted by someone.
The law said nothing about a prisoner not being allowed to marry, and so their union was celebrated while he was still in prison. A few people attended the ceremony, amongst them Steve with his fathers, the former President Lee, Benoit and some of Shaun's friends. They decided to wait for the completion of the one and a half years still remaining before he was free, before asking to be allowed to have the first of the two sons they had a right to.
Shaun persuaded Vance to resume the studies that had been interrupted by his prison sentence. The young man was now totally transformed. He loved his Shaun deeply and was at last happy to be alive.
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Vance was in the living room with Shaun and their two sons, Gil and Rae, when the first born, Gil, said, "Fathers, I would like to ask you something."
"What is it, Gil?" said Vance.
"I'm now fourteen. Can I have my first sexual encounter? Will you give me permission?"
"Is there a boy you like?" asked Shaun, with a gentle smile.
"Yes, dad, but he isn't a boy, he's a man, he's thirty-two."
"Is he not too old to be with you for your first time?" Vance asked.
"No, dad, I like him a lot, and would like it to be him who initiates me into love. And I know he likes me."
"But... isn't he married, at thirty-two?"
"Yes, dad, but I..."
"You have already talked to him? Does he know you want him to be he your first man? Do you believe that he would accept? And what would his spouse say? Do you see that there are a whole series of problems that have to be addressed. Usually the first man of a boy is a youth, and not a mature man, and at least someone who is single, " explained Shaun to his son.
Then little Rae said, "But Gil is very fond of Steve!"
Vance had a start, and then he froze. "Steve, the son of Nadir and Fred?" "Yes, dad, that¹s him." Gil said, with a dreaming smile.
"He's a dear friend, but... how can I ask him this?" Vance murmured, rather shaken by what he had learned.
Shaun, who knew the whole story, nodded in assent.
"I can ask him, if you let me. Please?" Gil insisted.
"What can we do?" Vance asked.
"I think... I think that it would be better if it was you who asked him, Vance. He is a dear friend and if he was going to say no, it would be easier for him to tell you, don't you think?" said Shaun.
Vance nodded. He phoned Steve, telling him he wanted to talk to him and his spouse. Steve answered they would both be available, if he wished to come over.
When he got there, he said: "Steve, Nikita, I am rather embarrassed at what I am about to ask, but my son Gil insisted I do so... I would completely understand it if Steve says no, but I promised Gil I would ask you."
Steve guessed it was a delicate subject, so he called his ten-year-old son Felipe and, entrusting the little two-year-old Walt to him, said: "Go and play in the other room, please." Then, when the two children had left, he asked Vance, "So then what is it? I'm listening."
"Steve, in spite of my past, you and Nikita are now my best friends." Vance started to say, feeling very embarrassed.
"The past is past, isn't it?" said Nikita, with a gentle smile.
"Yes. Now... you know that my Gil is now fourteen. He wants to have his first sexual experience and he would like... yes, in short, he would like it to be you, Steve, who would be his first man. I understand that this request is weird, but... I cannot avoid asking you..."
Steve looked at Nikita.
The man smiled and said, "Gil is a dear boy. We have always had a liking for him. I don't know, it's up to Steve to decide, but if he accepts, it will be all right with me. I believe it is important that the first experience for a boy is with someone he trusts, so that it will be a good experience. In a few years it will be our Felipe¹s turn to ask us, and we hope he can find someone worthy for him. So then, Steve, what do you say? Do you feel like being the first man for Gil?"
"As it is you, Vance, who asked me, I can guess, also, that Shaun agrees. If Gil wants me to be his first man, tell him that he has to come and ask Nikita as well - he has to understand that our being a couple comes before everything else. After that, I'll be pleased to guide him in the discovery of sex..."
So Steve received Gil. They were alone in Steve¹s apartment for the occasion. The boy looked between the legs of the handsome man, at the beautiful tool that he had so often had admired. "You aren't aroused, Steve... you don't want me?"
"Yes, of course I do; you are a really great boy... Come here and you'll see if I don't get aroused just from caressing you."
Gil went closer to him and the man took him in his arms, embracing him, and he started to caress and kiss him. The boy became aroused at once, and he noticed with pleasure that the man's member was indeed beginning to rise slowly, majestic and proud.
"May I... touch it?"
"You can do anything you want to so, without asking. When two people make love, each gives himself to the other. Therefore, you are giving yourself to me as much I am giving myself to you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Steve. But... do you like my little ass?"
"I do, for sure; it's so nice," the man said, caressing and groping it gently and with pleasure.
"So then, do you want to be my first? Please?" the boy asked, quivering, and he caressed the now fully erect stake of the man.
"With real pleasure, Gil. Here, lie down, so, then..."
"Yes, Steve..."
"It could be painful the first time. Let me know if that happens..."
"Yes, Steven, my dads explained to me that that might happen. But don't worry, because I know that you don't want to hurt me. Oh... I¹ve wanted it for such a long time. Take me now, please..."
The man spent a long time preparing the boy, and then he started to penetrate him. He did so with extreme care, very slowly, so that Gil would get accustomed to the intrusion. The boy was shuddering happily, trying to hide the grimaces of pain that at times the vigorous stake gave him, while it was widening and invading him.
"Do you feel any pain?" Steve asked, stopping and being solicitous.
"Just a little bit, but I also am enjoying it so much. Go on, Steve, please," the boy murmured, giving the man a really sweet smile.
Steve tightened his embrace and kissed the boy deeply, thinking that his mouth tasted like fresh water. Gil clung on the man and pushed his small butt forward against the strong rod. Steve resumed pushing into him, and when at last he was all embedded in the virginal channel, he remained still to allow the boy to adapt to his presence. After a while, he felt that the boy was relaxing and he slowly started to move inside him, back and forth, and he noticed, with pleasure, that the boy was really enjoying his first sexual experience. Gil looked up into his eyes, all a quiver, with an expression of pure bliss"
Steve thought how odd life was - here he was giving the discovery of the joys of love to the son of the man who, many years before, had abused him, but who was now one of his best friends...
Later, when Gil was lying in the arms of the best friend of his parents, sated and dreaming, to whom he had just presented his virginity, he thought that he was lucky to be born on Cosmolab and not on Earth, and wished that all his descendants could live happily on Cosmolab for several generations...
FINAL NOTE
Cosmolab was discovered for the second time on the year 512, local time. The Cosmians were informed that life on Earth was very different now. About a hundred and fifty years, before there had been a revolution, followed by twelve years of civil war, all in the cause of freedom. With the fall of the old oligarchic government, several things had been changed and a new, democratic regime, was now in charge.
Among the things that had been changed was the attitude towards homosexuality, which was now fully legalized - to the point that two gay people could not only now marry, but they could also adopt children without any objection.
The Cosmians discussed the matter for a long time, and in the end decided to ask to be guided nearer to Earth so that they could visit it. But they did not want to lose their own little world, the seat of so much history and of so many memories. The interplanetary government then proposed to put Cosmolab in an orbit around Earth and to convert it into a museum, in recognition of its unique history, at the same time leaving its ownership to the foundation which the Cosmians, on the advice of their lawyers, had established.
When the Cosmians landed on Earth, the only thing that was requested of them was that they wear the kilt. After visiting the ancient planet of their origin, and after several interviews broadcast on the holovisions of the planet, as well as participating in the endless parties which were thrown in their honor, they were made the gift of an estate by a very rich, gay, industrialist, on an island in the region of Malaysia, where they built their own town and established their own archives.
Those who established themselves in the new community decided to continue living according their own customs and laws, based on the success of half a millennium of history. And the Interplanetary Government gave the men of Cosmocity the right to be ruled by their own laws.
The new town, called Cosmocity, abrogated only two of the Cosmians¹ ancient laws - each couple now could ask for as many sons they wanted, a thing now possible since there was no longer any need to limit the population growth; and, of course, it was not necessary to recycle the bodies of those who had died.
The Interplanetary Gay Society offered its presidency to the last president of Cosmolab as a sign of admiration for what had been achieved there, mainly that of making it possible for two men to generate their own son. The technique of filiation, in fact, soon spread to all of the planets.
Cosmocity has at present 2,379 resident inhabitants, and is able to accommodate about the same number of visitors. To visit Cosmolab or to book a visit to Cosmocity, you can contact the Cosmocity Foundation, Cosmolab Historical Committee at: 32-visit@Csmct.org
(FOOTNOTE - only males are allowed to visit Cosmocity; however, visits to Cosmolab are open to both sexes).
THE END
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