Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 14:08:31 -0400 From: K. Grant Subject: The Chapters of My Life: Chapter One aka Two Little Piggies ; incest This is an adult story, with sexual acts between adults, of men with men, of the age eighteen and older. If you are under the age of eighteen or are offended by homosexuality and it's lifestyle please do not continue to read. Thank you. For those who are of the age eighteen or older, and who do wish to read an homosexual erotic story do continue. Please be reminded this is only the first chapter, there will be more to come including the acts of a sexual nature not included in this chapter. The Chapters of My Life Chapter One: The Beginning Also known as: Two Little Piggies The beginning of my life was very odd, to say the least. It began, according to my father, with a request from he and his partner, yes he was gay, to one of their dearest friends, the woman who would become my mother. They were two successful businessmen, owning a club, a restaurant, and a bridal boutique in and around our small city, all at the age of thirty-five. They had a beautiful home, a summer cabin, two nice cars, two cats named Kibbles and Bits respectively, and a sweet hearted Great Dane named Daisy Duke. They had everything, except for a child to call their own. So, they sat down, talked about adoption or buying a child. Adoption would never work, it was only `eighty-three, and the thought of buying a child so upset my father it was most definitely not a choice. That left them with one choice, a surrogate mother. Immediately to mind sprang one woman, their best female friend, a lesbian who wanted to live her life to it's fullest, including children. The only question left to my father and his partner was to which of them would donate the sperm, seeing as they were absolutely certain she would accept. They eventually came to the conclusion that it was best left up to her, their friend. So, off they went. Being such sweethearts, my father's word verbatim, they did call ahead to ask for a spot of her time. Arriving at her house a mere five minutes later, seeing as she lived a street over, they began to pitch their idea to her, as businessmen have wont to do. As they had thought, she agreed readily, and began immediately to mull over which of her two friends she would wish to bear the child of. This I tell you was no simple feat, even for a lesbian. Both men were like Viking gods, tall and muscular, each with eyes of sky blue. My father's partner, Steve, had white blonde hair and a ruddy complexion. My father himself, Ken, had reddish blonde hair and a golden tan complexion. Grabbing their hands, my mother to be, a wondrous woman named Rita, tugged them upstairs to her studio. Rita, a local sculptress and painter, quickly began a charcoal sketch of each man, and then used some colored pencils to mark next to each feature the closest color to match their coloring, and then set the rough sketches next to a completed self portrait. Smiling absentmindedly, she showed her guests to the door, promising an answer by the next weekend, it being a Sunday night. She spent the week making more complete portraits of each man, and then comparing each finished portrait to her own. Rita was a short, slender woman with a pale complexion, green eyes, and deep brown hair. Saturday of the next week she told them of her decision, it being Ken, for his coloring was more compatible, artistically, with her own, even though she adored each man equally. So, the choice was made, and a month later, after testing and such, so was I. The nine months passed quickly, they all agree, and many discussions and arguments were made. The arguments were all about one subject, La Ma's class, Rita refused to go to such a "hogwash class". Everything else was settled amicably. A little over nine months later, and I was born on the thirteenth of November, in the year of nineteen hundred and eighty-three. I was born a healthy baby boy, with the normal blue eyes of newborn, and a large amount of reddish brown hair. My name was already chosen. Alexander Grant Miller, Steve's surname being chosen as mine, and Rita's surname as my middle name. The labor was not so joyous an occasion. I've got the videotape to prove it. Here's a little excerpt for your enjoyment. Rita: Aaah! You mother! Aaah! {Holds Ken's hand and squeezes tightly.} Ken: Ow! Ow! Breathe! Rita: Give me some fuckin' drugs, anything! You bastard, you! Aaah! {Ken grimacing as Rita squeezes harder.} Ken: How about a little story instead? Rita: You can take your story and shove it where ... Aaah! Ken: This little piggy went to La Ma's class, and this little piggy stayed home. This little piggy went hoo hoo ha, and this little piggy went ... OH MY FUCKING GOD! THE PAIN! How could you let me do this?! OH! MY FUCKING ... oh, hehehe. {Male nurse sedates Ken.} {Rita looks at Ken's face, looks at nurse.} Rita: You gave him something and not me? You son of a bitch! {Rita looks at Steve.} Rita: Turn that fucking thing off! {Rita heaves a glass of ice chips in the camera's direction.} {Camera shuts off.} That was about when I began my arrival into the world. It was just the beginning. The end of Chapter One. I hope you enjoyed it, and can't wait for your emails, which I hope you'll send to evilangelKG@earthlink.net. This chapter and all that follow are copyrighted to the author. K. Grant.