Date: Sat, 31 Jul 2004 14:08:31 -0400
From: K. Grant <evilangelKG@earthlink.net>
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.