Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2006 22:22:41 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: The Remarkable Baby Franklin

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The Remarkable Baby Franklin

It was Spring in 2285 when Franklin was conceived. Pierce and Carter had
often talked about having a son. They had been living together for seven
years, married for four. They were both making decent incomes now and had
just moved into a three hundred year old cape in a quiet neighborhood with
a reportedly good school system. As a carpenter, Carter enjoyed restoring
this old house, where they would start their new family. As he worked he
kept thinking of the happy childhood he spent in his boyhood home with his
own two dads.

It wasn't that he and Pierce felt any void in their life, but the more they
discussed it, the more convinced they were it was time to start a family.
They often baby-sat Pierce's nephew, and they had just completed the
counseling sessions the government required for the parent license.  They
understood the responsibilities and potential problems. So they made the
appointment with the conception clinic.

It had been over 150 years since the primitive practice of sexual
conception had been outlawed. Oh, sure, there were still pockets of
resistance; isolated cults that insisted on practicing what they called
"natural baby-making." But Pierce and Carter were glad the mainstream
culture had progressed beyond this awkward and frequently dangerous
method. Pierce, a history professor, was more familiar with ancient folk
culture and once tried to explain it to Carter, who found it hard to
believe that only a few hundred years before his own ancestors used such
practices.

"Well, the ritual had to be performed between a man and a woman."

"What? That's crazy! You mean only hetero couples could have kids?"

"Well, gay men and lesbians could adopt kids, of course, and there were
so-called sperm banks where lesbians could buy donated jizz. There were
other methods that courageous pioneers experimented with, but they all
still involved both sexes in the process. The man's jizz had to combine
with the woman's egg, to produce offspring. Usually this was accomplished
by him fucking her pussy."

"Uggh! Please spare me the details, Pierce."

"Not only that, but the woman kept the baby in her womb for nine months."

"Barbaric! So when did the human race become civilized?"

"Well, of course, once scientists understood DNA codes and the way genetic
information was passed on from one generation to the next, they realized
that sexual intercourse didn't have to be part of the process. Simply
create the DNA with the new code and implant it in the nucleus of a
cell. Then let it develop in a carefully controlled environment. Really
quite straightforward."

"But, fuck, all that's ancient history. After people knew all that, how
come they still did the old ritual?"

"Yeah, society not only permitted the practice, they endorsed it. Even
churches insisted that babies must be created that way, even after more
civilized techniques had been developed."

"No shit, Pierce! They were acting like wild animals!"

"Well, we have to forgive them I suppose. They didn't have conception
clinics like we do today."

"Thank God we do. I'm very excited about our appointment tomorrow. It's
going to be so romantic when they take our cheek scrapings, and the machine
analyzes our DNA."

"Yeah, and then the computer will combine the two codes in several ways
for us to choose from. We'll see pictures of potential combinations,
different sons to choose from."

"I want him to look just like you, Pierce."

"He'll have the best features of us both, Carter. Not just physical, but
his personality as well. They'll give us the different profiles to
study."

"God, it's going to be so much fun choosing him."

"Well, the main thing for me is that he's healthy."

"Oh, I've read they've eliminated over 99% of any diseases. They can
spot the problem gene combinations, so I don't think we need to worry
about that. Imagine the anxiety our ancestors had to go through using that
man-fuck-woman method."

"Yeah, but look, here we are. As archaic as it was, somehow, they produced
two lines that resulted in you and me."

"And then somehow we met."

"And fell in love."

"And now we're ready to have our son."

"Come on, Carter, let's go to bed and fuck each other."

-----

Pierce and Carter spent two weeks going over their choices. All the
computer-generated pictures were cute as could be, and the personality
profiles were encouraging, but they didn't want to rush such an important
decision. They toyed briefly with the idea of having twins, but that would
have required a special license and anyway, they weren't sure they were
ready for more than one son right away. They finally decided on #AZ13, and
Carter made the life-changing call to the clinic.

"Now, you're certain that's your final choice."

"Yes, we are. We've thought about it a long time. And prayed about it
also."

"Because we can't interrupt the process after it's begun."

"Of course not! This is our son. We would never think of having an
abortion."

"OK, then you must both sign the form on the screen. We'll create the
zygote this afternoon."

Carter began shaking. It was actually happening. He was about to become a
father. Pierce took the phone from him.

"When can we see him?"

"Well, there really isn't much to see for a couple weeks. Even under our
microscope. But parents are always welcome to drop by the Incubation
Facility any time throughout the gestation. Our hours are 9 to 5."

And so, every three or four days the two expectant dads made their way over
to the IF to check on the progress of little baby Franklin. In the third
week, they saw his tiny heart form. In the fifth, his little arms and legs,
as well as his charming face. In the seventh, although still smaller than
Pierce's proud nipple, the embryo was beginning to react to stimulation.

Things really got exciting after the third month. The baby's heart was
beating away.  He was growing fast, with so much body hair and skin
wrinkles, that both Dads couldn't help laughing. They watched him kick and
squirm, and put his thumb in his mouth, and joked what a great sucker he
was already. They truly beamed when Frankin's little dick appeared, and
laughed again when they saw it take a leak.

Of course, the four grandfathers were thrilled when they got the
news. Pierce's brother already had a son, but Carter was an only child, so
for his fathers this was to be their first grandson.

"What will he look like?" Carter showed them the picture. "Hey, he'll
look a lot like you, Jason! The guys will be falling all over him. He will
be gay, right?"

"Well, Duh, for seven generations now, everyone in our family has been
gay. You do the math, Dad."

"Well, it does happen, you know."

Jason put his arm around his husband's shoulder. "I don't even care if
he'd turn out straight. It wouldn't be the end of the world. As long as
he's healthy. That's what's most important."

"I'm sorry my own two pops didn't live to see this. Jason, you realize
your dads are going to be great-grandfathers!"

"Shit, you're right. Let's call `em!"

Pierce and Carter were elated fathers throughout Franklin's
gestation. They spoke to the tiny child, sang to him, felt his incubator
when he kicked. As the third trimester started, they excitedly anticipated
his arrival into this world. Carter finished the baby's room, which was
now fully outfitted with all the latest in nursery furnishings, including
the mood sensors, the electronic tutor, and the all-important robot that
would constantly monitor Franklin's vital signs and alert his fathers to
any irregularities. On the appointed day, they went to the clinic prepared
to bring Franklin home.

"Your son will soon be ready to leave the clinic."

"Oh, Doc, we're so fuckin excited."

"Yes," the doctor smiled. "As you can see, right now, the nurse is
giving him a thorough examination."

"There isn't any problem, is there, Doc?"

"Just standard procedure, before the baby leaves our facility. The nurse
hardly ever encounters any problem, but we can't be too careful, you
know."

"Doc, who do you think he resembles most, Carter or me?"

"Oh, I make it a policy not to get in the middle of . . . excuse me, the
nurse has just called me."

"Pierce, is the nurse frowning?"

"I think she is, Carter. Oh God, you think something is the matter with
Franklin?"

"Shh, here they come."

"Oh, Carter, look at him, he's perfect. What a beautiful face! Doesn't
he have a beautiful face, nurse?"

"Well, yes."

"And you counted all his fingers and toes?"

"Yes, I counted everything. Ten fingers, ten toes."

"And his little dick?"

"Look for yourselves, it's perfectly formed."

"Oh, thank God! For a minute there, we thought there was a problem."

"Well, . . ."

"There isn't a problem, is there, Doc?"

"Well, as a medical professional, I wouldn't label it a problem. It's
just a, what shall I say, a distinction, a unique trait that sets your son
apart from all the other boys."

By now Pierce was trembling, and Carter was quickly losing his composure.
"What is it, Doc? Is it his heart?"

"Is he retarded?"

"Some incurable disease?"

"A deformity?"

"Is he, -- oh God, please, no, -- is he straight?"

"Now, now, men, relax. It's none of those things. Look at him. You
certainly don't see any deformity, do you? And all the tests indicate
normal, if not superior, intelligence. And his orientation appears to be
identical to your own. No, please sit down, and let me explain your son's
little anomaly. . . . "

-----

"Hold the door open, Pierce, and let me carry our son into his new home. I
can't wait to show him his own room."

"Isn't he the handsomest baby you've ever seen?"

"Doc really had us worried there for minute or two."

"Yeah, hehe. How could anyone think that was a problem?"

"It just makes him more beautiful, in my opinion."

"Yep. That's how I see it. When he grows up, he'll have the guys
competing for him. Just imagine, our son, our little Franklin, out
beautiful boy, has two buttholes!"

"Yes, it's wonderful."

"I think he's got your eyes, Carter."

"And your nose, Pierce, and your delicate little hands."

"And your talented mouth, Carter. And his dick reminds me of you, also."

"But the greatest thing of all, is, he has both our assholes!!"

"He sure does!! He's perfect!!"