There was always something about the Male sex that made Dr. Bronson weep
with humility and wonder… He was mesmerized by Men. He was consumed with their
beauty, vitality, and flaws. It was an obsession, from as far as he could
remember. Each man was different, and yet so wonderfully the same. Those broad
shoulders, hard bulging arms, large but gentle hands, that plethora of coarse
yet silky hair cascading all over—so gorgeous! The broad flat chest, slim hard
hips, firm round symmetrical buttocks, thick calves and large, strong feet. The genitals were so geniusly placed
in such an accessible way, central to all Men—literally and metaphorically. The smooth marble head of the penis was the most beautifully carved work of art in Nature. He
wondered why he never found the other sex appealing, and then one day he realized:
he loved the raw, unrefined beauty of Men. That’s what appealed to him most.
Their beauty was more real, more reachable, more primal.
Men are miracles of nature, he’d always thought. Their
bodies teeming with some mystical magic…
And now, here he was, ready to create a whole world with Men’s
bodies… the power and breathtaking magic of their bodies were all they EVER
needed now.
Within weeks of the firstborn Male from two Male fathers, Bronson
was ready to populate this world. He brought a dozen beautiful, intelligent Men
between the ages of 26 and 30. They would pair up and eventually create their
own babies. They would each have only one baby, to ensure genetic diversity
among this MALE race. This was the new world order.
The next nine months were a whirlwind and a long wait,
simultaneously.
Wes and Eric were all alone on the beautiful island, except
for the older but still handsome Dr. Bronson. This could pose a problem of
idleness, but Wes and Eric were consoled by the knowledge that as soon as their
child’s birth was successful, more men would follow onto their Eden.
Wes and Eric spent much time on the island lounging, much
like mythical Adam and Eve would—a life of profound newness and simplicity. Both
being men, they naturally had strong sensual urges, which they engaged in
daily. It was not dirty or gratuitous, but increasingly natural.
Eric, the more sensitive of the two men, often pondered
about the immensity of the whole scenario. With each passing day, he realized a
new culture was being born, much like the male baby that was growing from their
genes. With a gesture of his male partner, the rich timber of his deep voice, a
glimpse of a hard buttock grazed with immaculate blond hairs—and Eric’s own
identical yet complimentary masculinity, a culture of male humanness was etching
itself into time and place. Here. Now.
Like Adam and Eve, these two men would be the basis of all
existence. They were immaculate, awesome, powerful.
Dr. Bronson occasionally spoke with them, mostly in a formal
but friendly manner. He felt like a creator, coming to visit his divine
creations. He felt intense emotions of pride and wonder, but also respect for
the new world he created, and the men who would inhabit it. Often, he just
watched Wes and Eric from afar.
Wes and Eric checked on the development of their child—as it
grew and grew, in the lab. Dr. Bronson allowed the soon-to-be-fathers to watch.
The artificial womb was encased inside a sterile, protective glass chamber.
The two men wondered: what would this baby look like? Who’s
features would he inherit? Wes’ eyes? Eric’s smile? The hair, teeth, arms, feet,
and size of this human being would be a miraculous combination of these two
men. What would a baby look like, combined by two gorgeous men?
One bright day, while Wes and Eric were bathing in shallow
shores, Eric still marveling that he alone belonged to this other man, with his
gorgeous physique and open demeanor, Bronson walked up to them.
“It’s time,” Bronson said.
Both men knew what it meant.
They went to the lab excitedly but unceremoniously, and
helped Bronson. Their child had grown full-term, and was ready to breath life
on earth.
“Men,” said Bronson. “We’ve created life together. You created
life together.”
Bronson drained the artificial womb just enough, and opened
the sterilized case, gently pulling the baby out with his strong, clean hands.
Wes cut the umbilical cord excitedly. Bronson wiped the baby down, and it
bleated one fierce cry as it entered the bare world.
All three men laughed, and shed a few tears. Bronson handed
the baby over to Wes.
“Congratulations,” he said. “It’s a boy. Just like you two.”
Wes laughed and cuddled the baby. “Hello, boy! I’m your
dad!”
He handed the baby gently over to Eric.
“And I’m your dad,” Eric cooed, taking the baby.
The baby had Eric’s brown hair, and Wes’ eyes. He was supple
and fair, like both his fathers. His body and mind had been created by two men.
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Sometimes I wonder maybe it's because I'm swimming in a taboo pool here... with my topic. All-male worlds are never explored, because honestly--I feel like our society teaches us to worship women at the expense of the amazing Male species. Life begins with both genders. I just want to explore a life with only men. I love men so much... they're like gods to me. At our best, we men are so breathtakingly beautiful and awesome.
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