Date: Tue, 23 Jun 1998 17:59:08 GMT
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Polish Cock (bi, inc, birth, m/t, t/t, anal, oral) 

ASSGM & Nifty OK

Housecleaning sometimes produces seridipitous results. Here is some material I
wrote years ago. There are some other pieces that I may post. They were all
parts of a bisexual sequel to a previous heterosexual book. If you'd like to
see more material like this, let me know

If you have trouble reading about sex, if you are not legaly old enough or if
doing such things is illegal where you are, then you should not read this. You
should be out lobbying to have the laws changed. 

This material is copyrighted and may not be bought, sold, reused, or adapted by
anyone for any purpose except that each reader may keep one (1) electronic copy
and one (1) printed copy with this copyright notice.ASSGM and Nifty are given
permission to archive this file. Mykkhal is given permission to read this, but
must keep BOTH hands on the keyboard at ALL times.

(incest, bisexual, m/t, t/t, birth, oral, anal)

Polish Cock

by Jon Hold
jonhold@earthlink.net

Copyright 1998

I sing you the glories of Polish Cock. Of meat supreme and joyous. Wonder of
wonders, glory of glories, tool magnificent and rampantly masterful. Thick and
smooth. Creamy skin plumply full of firm flesh hanging pendant over smooth and
massive testicles swollen with clotted virile fluid. Thin hood of finest skin,
clinging slickly to flared and pebbled head, sliding back in erection to reveal
knob end with pleasure giving ridge and joyfully pouty lips of vertical slit.
Erect and trembling wonder threatening all in its path with domination -- and
supreme satisfaction.

As a young man of fourteen, genitals alive and sensitively aware, crotch bush a
soft fuzzy mustache floating alone in a bare expanse of smooth hairless skin
above the massively heavy marriage tackle inherited from my studly father, I
had the good fortune to belong to a family that was openly sexual and
studiously sensuous.

My mother married my father, not because of his brilliance as an engineer, nor
because of the small fortune he had inherited (and wisely handled and
enriched), but because he had a penis larger than anything she had ever even
heard of, much less had ever had ravage her constantly hungry mouths, facial,
cuntal and anal.

When I stretched Mom's vagina in order to enter the world my parents were
camping at their summer cabin in the mountains and my father had to deliver me
alone, my sister being only a year old -- interested in watching my birth, but
not much help. When my parents realized that I was coming and that the heavy
spring downpour outside would not allow them to drive the mountain road, they
decided to flow with the inevitable and bring me forth as best they were able.

It was my fathers opinion that the pain of childbirth could be converted to
sexual pleasure of the highest sort. That American cultural attitudes created
the discomfort and  pain associated with birth seemed both true and silly to my
parents. Dad built up the fire in the stone fireplace and they stripped off all
their clothing and meticulously bathed each other in the hot spring-fed shower,
my father having kept his wife cleanly shaven for over a month, and she having
returned the favor only two days before, they were as smooth and hairless as
the child they were about to bring forth.

Dad used every technique of foreplay he had ever learned to make sensuous and
joyful every spasm and contraction, glorying in the power of her body and the
wonder of her feminine magic. His cleaning of her rectal cavity was shared when
she insisted (and assisted) that he be as completely clean and unburdened as
herself. His erection became harder and more rampant than it had ever been the
more he shared and experienced my birthing with her.

He crouched beneath her in the large shower, bringing sexual stimulation to
the writhing of her belly as her waters broke and ran over his face and down
his chest into his groin -- bringing on the first of many spontaneous orgasms he
was to experience. The warm water flushed away the fluids from both of my
parents emissions and soothed my mothers primal need for water as she squatted
before my father -- spreading the lips of her entrance way (or rather, exit,
from my particular viewpoint) and straightening the birth canal I was to soon
traverse.

My father, entranced by this presentation of my mothers, and feeling more in
love with her than he had ever been, fell to his back and slid between my
mothers spread feet and thighs until his face was directly beneath the wondrous
center of her womanhood. Smooth and engorged and colored with the life fluids
that were preparing her tissues for the assault to come, her genitals were more
beautiful to my father than they had ever appeared before. Telling her of the
wonder he was experiencing, he reached forward with his smoothly shaven face
and tongue and nose to taste and smell and feel of her engorged femininity.
Using his lips and tongue and widely open mouth to cleanse and lubricate the
birthing area, he was sprayed with my mothers urine as my head dropped and
forced the last bits of fluid from her bladder. My fathers mouth surged forward
to cleanse away the few clinging drops of rich fluid, his lashing tongue diving
into her pee hole and swirling around and over her distended and pr otruding
clitoris while his artistically sensitive hands smoothed and soothed her
rippling, twisting abdominal and back muscles. With my head spreading her
cervix and my father laving her clitoris and labia, she shuttered in orgasm,
her anus clenching and spreading in front of my fathers eyes as she fell
forward, grabbing my fathers thighs to support herself. A wicked, huge orgasm.

Dad, by now a wildly entranced and loving husband reached up with both arms to
smooth and soothe my mothers swollen belly and sides with his long and strongly
supple fingers. Stroking her with all the caring and love and passion that his
expressive hands could communicate to her. Both of their senses of touch were
unbelievably amplified by their present involvement with this most awesome of
events, the bringing into the world of a life they, in their love and passion,
had created.

As Mom contracted and I slid further down the birth canal, she shuttered and
twisted as her sides rippled with the almost spastic clenching of her muscles.
The overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure that my father and I were giving
her spread through her entire body. As her jaw dropped open to emit a deep
orgasmic moan she pushed down on her pelvis, grinding herself into my fathers
face as she pushed his thighs apart with almost superhuman strength and gagged
herself with a healthy portion of his wrist thick erection.

A second contraction followed almost immediately, accompanied by the most
powerful orgasm my mother had ever experienced. Years later  she described to
me what it felt like as her tissues spread over my fathers face, allowing him
to reach forward deep into her vagina and, for the first time, to gently kiss
my head.  The mixture of birthing pain, awesome cunnilingual pleasure, feeling
us touch deep within her, and knowing -- feeling -- experiencing my fathers
overwhelming joy caused her to shutter into another massive orgasm as, for the
first (and only) time, she completely swallowed my fathers massive fourteen
inch phallus, the shaft filling her throat and the bulbous, rigidly flared head
pushing into her stomach.

My father was in the throes of suffocation, his entire face buried within the
folds of his wife/mothers birth canal/vagina. Kissing and caressing his
father/sons massive cock/head and imbibing the heady flavor of his son/wife's
birth fluids -- father/sons semen. His body went into a tonic spasm as he
clenched his wife's/mothers/fathers/sons body completely to his rigidly corded
and rippled athletic body. His testicles pulled up completely into his body
cavity as his anus clenched in spastic rigidity and his powerful hips snapped
forward, seating his penis even more firmly and deeply as he spasmed forth,
time and again. Returning to his wife/mother fathers/sons/his life fluids in a
primitive cycle of renewal and generation.

As my parents heads fell away from their genitalia with deep stuttering
breaths, deep lassitude spread through their bodies and my mother, with one
final deep push, emptied her vagina/birth canal of her husbands/fathers/sons
massive endowment -- and I slid gently into the crux of my fathers neck and
arm.

My mother slid off to the side, holding onto my fathers waist and caressing
the flaccid penis that draped over his hip with a languid tongue. The warm and
gentle shower bathing the last pain and energy from her body as she dozed,
trusting my care to my loving father.

He, barely more alert that she, slid me down to his pap -- where I began to
suckle as he smoothed the umbilical cord that still linked my mother and
myself, as my lips linked me to him and as the head of his penis resting in my
mothers mouth linked them.

As my father and I dosed off in contented rest, my sister crawled into the
shower with us and lay in the juncture of my parents bodies, sleepy eyes
closing to join her family in repose as, with gentle care, she stroked the soft
skin of the baby brother she had just watched being brought into the world.

I awoke later as my father gently shifted both me and my sister to my mothers
swollen breasts where we could both sleepily fill ourselves from her plenteous
flow. [Dad was sure of this, because he had checked flow and flavor and
butterfat content from both spigots before giving them up to us -- Mom smiling
and cradling his head to her breasts as gently as he was holding us.] As I fed,
my father lay beside us holding my mother and gently licking my body clean of
the last birth fluids. I was in heaven with the warmth of the shower and my
parents and sister surrounding me as I suckled the warm, life-giving fluid
through my mothers large nipples. My fathers tongue caressed my entire body,
his mouth entirely deep-throating (a trick his college roommate had taught
him) my arms and legs to clean them. He was amazed at the large size of his new
born sons cock and balls, and spent extra time caressing and cleaning them with
his mouth and tongue -- which I rewarded him for by having my first erection
in his mouth -- which I sprayed with my first drops of urine as an additional
reward -- which favor I was to repeat often in later years.

My father later tied off my cord and bit it in half so that he could deliver my
mother of the afterbirth, which he carried naked outside in the cold rain to
bury. When he returned he warmed himself in the shower and then dried us all
off and carried us into my parents huge bed.

Later, as my parents inspected my newly hatched body to assure themselves of my
health and completeness, they were utterly amazed at the size of my totally
immature sexual organs. Over three inches of plump boyflesh with a pendulous
foreskin that dangled well below the deeply wrinkled skin of my scrotum,
stuffed with its pair of almond shell sized seed banks. When my father softly
stroked back my loose prick-wrapper in order to inspect the bulbous flange it
hid, the shaft quickly filled and stood erect -- the deeply inscribed head
popping forth from the velvety soft skin that had enclosed its deep mushroom
shape. 

My parents held me and my sister warmly between them as their legs entwined and
my fathers massive organ traveled the passageway I had so recently used to
enter the world. He didn't move much. Just filled and soothed the stretched
tissues with his personal hot-water bottle. Mom put her leg over dad's hip as
she drifted off into another healing rest.

...

My childhood was spent being warmly aware of the love my family shared with
each other and of the special physical love my parents shared. They did not
mind if we saw them enjoying each other physically and would even tolerate us
laying on their bed as they engaged in various sexual acts. This didn't happen
very often, but no big deal was made of it when it did. My parents were very
sexual, so we were just as likely to see them screwing on the kitchen table as
in bed. For years I especially liked to try and catch his balls as they danced
around on my mothers face or crotch. As with everything else, anything I got in
my hand went immediately to my mouth.

My sister and I sometimes played at "sharing love" or "making babies", but it
was just part of whatever else we were playing at. We lived so remotely that
our parents taught us at home and we didn't "go to school" until my sister
could drive us there [She was a sophomore and I was a freshman in High
School -- and mostly bored by school. We kept studying with our parents
guidance and qualified for college long before we graduated. We were both High
School dropouts. We dropped out into College.] Our parents did take us to town
shopping and would drop us off at a day care center, and later there was
scouting and other stuff where we learned some of the social foibles of our
"peers".

I was ten and my prick just becoming interested in something other than pissing
(I'd been interested for years but my dick was just starting to catch up) when
my sister came into my bedroom one night, crying and sobbing in great wracking
shudders. She crawled under the covers with me and I held her tightly as she
cried all over my chest and shoulder.

When she had cried herself out and her sobbing had stilled I asked her what had
happened.

"I was out back playing in the swimming hole when Tommy (our provincial lout of
a fifteen year old neighbor) showed up. He stripped of his clothes and joined
me in my skinny-dipping. He started playing with my titties and rubbing up
against me. Then he said that his dick was so hard that it hurt really bad and
that I would have to help him.

"You know how mom and dad play around all the time, and how much they enjoy
fucking each other, so I figured that Tommy and I could have some fun too, even
if Tommy isn't one of my favorite people and has a small dick. (The only other
dicks Sherry had seen were dad's and mine, so Tommy's eight hard inches looked
pretty small to Sherry. I know Tommy had about eight inches because I'd seen
him jack off a lot and had even put it in my mouth for him a couple of times
until he got too rough.)

"Instead of playing like mom and dad do, Tommy just laid me down and jammed his
pee-pee into me really hard."

"Oh, Zack, it hurt so bad! He just slammed into me and squirted sticky stuff
all over me, and then got dressed and left in such a hurry, and I felt yechy
slimy and I was bleeding and it hurt so bad."

"Sherry, Sherry, don't cry. Please don't cry." I pulled her close again and
rubbed her back trying to make her feel better, her firm little titties poking
into my chest every time she sobbed.

"Sis? Sis! Are you OK? Are you still bleeding?"

"I don't know. I don't know."

"I'll go get mom. She'll know what to do."

"No, Zack. They're still in town at the Robertson's. 

...

A friend of dad's from Poland sent his sixteen year old son to attend a summer
program at the University and dad and mom said he could stay with us.
Stanislaw's dad wrote a letter explaining that his son had been caught fucking
a couple of the stable boys and needed to stay out of Poland until things
quieted down a bit, one of the fathers being upset that his son was the fuckboy
of the owners son. Woltz said that he didn't mind his son fucking anything on
the farm, but that he hated his stupidity in getting caught by the boys father.
Woltz also said that my dad was supposed to check out Stanislaw's butt and
repeat the treatment whenever necessary. Well, Dad was reading the letter out
loud to Stanislaw and I down in his private basement den at the time. Dad asked
Stanislaw what his dad meant but Stanislaw just blushed and hung his head. Dad
reached over and lifted Stanislaw's chin with his crooked forefinger and looked
deeply into his eyes.

"What is it boy? If you are going to live here you have to understand that Zack
and I tell each other everything -- the good and the bad. While you're living
here you'll be just as much my son as Zack is, and I want you to be honest with
me. Zack here will fuck anything that will hold still long enough, and I don't
expect you to be any different. But if you can't tell me about what's inside of
you, well, then I can't be your father this summer because I won't know what to
say to you.

"What is it son? What's making you so embarrassed and sad? You can tell Zack
and me. You have to -- if you want to be Zack's brother and my son. Zack has
always wanted an older brother, and I'd be delighted to have another tall,
strong son. Please Stanislaw, tell us what happened."

"Stanislaw," I said, "please tell us what happened. I want to help, and I'd
really like you to be my big brother. Don't worry, if you trust dad and me,
we'll just have to love you. Please Stanislaw, please trust us."

Hesitantly, Stanislaw simply told his story. "When Bobricks dad came hollering
to the big house, complaining to my dad about what his son and I had been
doing, my dad had to talk pretty fast to quiet him down, saying that he'd take
care of everything.

"Dad and I had a talk and decided that maybe it was a good time for me to visit
his friends in America. He called you guys and set everything up. Even managed
to get me plane tickets for the next day.

"I had wanted to visit America for a long time, so I was happy for this chance
but I was really worried about Bobrick and everything was happening so quickly.
After I had dinner and went to bed I felt like I just had to say good-bye to
Bobrick. I couldn't just run off and leave him to deal with his father alone.

"So I snuck out and went over to Bobrick's dad's house. When I tapped on his
bedroom window, Bobrick climbed over the windowsill in his pajama's and we
snuck off to the barn where we could talk without waking up his dad.

"Bobrick showed me where his father had beat his back with a horsewhip to 'make
a man of him,' which was silly because Bobrick is already twice the man his dad
will ever become. Just as I was pumping a load of cum up Bobrick's ass to make
him feel better his dad burst into the barn and Bobrick and I ran away."

"Oh, gosh, Stanislaw," I said. "O' boy did you ever put your foot in it bad."

"Yeah. Well, I went home and Bobrick's dad was already out in the barn with my
dad. I wouldn't tell were Bobrick was so his dad made my dad whip my ass until
I told. My dad tried to hold back but he ended up really working my butt over
before they realized I wasn't going to tell on Bobrick.

"After Bobrick's dad left, I told my dad that Bobrick would be OK and was
staying with a friend of our's in the city. Dad said that going back over there
and getting caught fucking Bobrick again was just plain stupid and told me to
drop my pants. He said that he was really angry with me, not for loving
Bobrick, but for being stupid. He made me lay over a hayrick and laid a few
serious strokes on my bare ass with a piece of harness strapping, just to let
me know how hard he could whip when he was serious and just how stupid he
thought I had acted."

Dad said, "OK, Stanislaw. So you acted stupid. You paid your penalty, and I
hope that you have learned your lesson. Now, let's see this ass your father
wanted me to see."

Stanislaw got up but just stood there with his hands down at his sides with his
head hanging.

"Zack, help Stanislaw drop his pants so I can do what his father wants done."

"OK, Dad," I said, getting up from my chair and walking up behind Stanislaw.

I gently took Stanislaw's shoulders and turned him around to face me, keeping
my eyes on his and my hands on his strong, wide shoulders as he turned to face
me. "Don't worry my brother," I said. "Dad and I care about you and dad needs
to see what your father wants him to see. I'll be right here with you so don't
worry."

Keeping my eyes on Stanislaw's, I reached down and unfastened his pants, gently
pushing them down over his hips. I slid my hands up the sides of his hips and
lifted his shirt off his fanny, holding the shirt tails above his waist while
moving my head forward until our noses were side-by-side and our foreheads were
touching, Stanislaw's bent neck allowing our faces to closely nest as I looked
up to him.

Stanislaw jumped and trembled a bit as my father reached forward and gently
touched his flaming red ass. "Looks to me like you dad had to really work your
ass over Stanislaw. I hope you never give me reason to have to do the same to
you."

"I won't, sir," Stanislaw said quietly.

"Bend over so I can see the rest of your ass, Stanislaw," my dad said.

"Yes, sir," Stanislaw said, tears quietly seeping from his closed eyelids.

I turned sideways and went down on one knee so that Stanislaw could rest his
hands on my thigh when he bent over. Stanislaw bent over, tightly grasping the
muscles of my upper thigh as he buried his face between my neck and shoulder,
stifling his sobs, tears running down my neck and wetting my shirt.

Stanislaw flinched as my dad ran his finger around the swollen red ring of his
inflamed anal sphincter. "Looks to me as though you didn't tell us the whole
story son. Honesty means telling ALL the truth. Don't you think you ought to
tell us the rest?"

"Yes, sir." "I'm sorry. After dad finished whiping my ass he said that if I was
going to be a stud I ought to learn how to take as well as give. Holding me
over the hayrick with a hand between my shoulder blades he began to rub my hips
and ass with his other hand, gently exploring me in a way that made my dick get
hard almost immediately. I'm ashamed that I got so hot for my own father, but
he was so gentle and knew every spot to touch and when and just how to touch
it.

"Then he went down on his knees behind me, keeping his arm across my back. He
began to kiss and tongue my behind, saying he was sorry I hurt but that
sometimes punishment was needed. By time he began using his tongue and fingers
on my butthole my ass was more inflamed than it had been while he was whiping
me. Before long I was acting just like Bobrick, begging him to fuck me. Please.
I'd do anything if he'd just put out the fire inside my ass.

"I turned my head and watched my dad as he got up and reached over to get a
bottle of liquid saddle soap. One hand pouring the wonderfully smelling brown
soap over his gnarled, throbbing member while his other arm disappeared over my
back to travel down my back to rub and push more of the slick soap around and
into me.

Dad put the soap down and used both hands to soothe and massage my back as he
leaned forward to push his massive cockhead and foreskin against my spasming
anus.

"Sliding his hands down my sides, he grasped the slickness of my waist by
grasping the bands of muscle on each side, his thumbs pushing into the small of
my back while his fingers dug gently into my flat belly, curling to hold the
insides of my belly against my sides. This pulled the skin on stomach tight,
lifting my cock up flat against my gut and sucking my ball-bag up to hold my
nuts tightly on either side of my cock base. My shitter started to spasm and
tremble against dad's cockhead and I began to really beg him to 'DO IT!'

"Because of the way my father held me, I couldn't move my body hardly at all
but my asshole relaxed and opened it's mouth and tried to reach back and grab
at the hot tool pressed against its begging need."

His voice turned gravely with lust, my father rumbled out, "Son, O' my son. You
are going to be such a stud. Such a powerful lover. God, I hope you love this
as much as I did when my father taught me to make love."

"As my asshole reached back to grasp more of my fathers steel-hard burning rod
he let it pull him forward with each stroke until his head was buried
completely in my portal. By this time my entire body was jumping and twitching
with raging lust, my cockhead slamming against my belly as my body leapt up and
down in need."

"Grasping me even tighter my father said, 'Hold on tight now son, I'm going to
breach you so that I can show you how to fuck, how to use your cock to bring
infinite pleasure to your lovers.' Holding me down as best he could dad slowly
drove forward, penetrating my guts until his grizzled, wiry crotch hair was
forced into my ass crack and his balls hung over my peritoneum to dangle below
the balls his entry had forced down from my crotch.

"For over three hours my entire body and soul responded to his every movement
and emotion as he taught me how to create pain and joy and wonder and pure
sensuous delight with his masculine wisdom and power.

"Dawn was breaking when Turvov, dad's foreman of many years, came into the barn
just in time to see dad lying on my back and pumping the last of his hugely
built-up load of semen into my widely stretched and well-used ass. Turvov knelt
behind us and the hayrick on which I had been positioned in over fifty
different ways through the night and began to clean up the overflow from my ass
and the remains of a half-dozen of my ejaculations with his tongue. "

"Stanislaw, you should know that Turvov was my Bobrick. Perhaps, in time,
Bobrick can be your Turvov. 

"I'm going to get rid of that damn Woltz. I'm sick and tired of his constant
complaining and not getting the work done. When he's gone I'll bring Bobrick
back and you two can work things out when you come home. Is that OK son?"

"Oh dad! Would you please take care of Bobrick for me?"

"Of course son. I love you boy."

"Thanks dad. And I love you too. And, uh, dad"

"Yes son?"

"Dad, would you please teach Bobrick how to make love too? Please."

Dad hugged me to him and softly murmured, "O my son. O' my son. You are so
good. I'd be honored to care for your Bobrick for you."

"Thanks, Dad.  And Turvov?"

"Yes, boychick?"

"Would you teach Bobrick how to be as good a foreman as you are?"

"Only if I can help teach him to handle being fucked the way you Kasimierz's
pour it on -- constant, long, and hard."

"If Bobrick wants to learn, I'd be proud to have you teach him Turvov."

"Then Turvov told dad and me to go get cleaned up so they could get me to the
airport on time, and here I am."

My dad  got up from his chair and moved up along beside Stanislaw and I. "Well,
my new son," he said, "it took a lot of guts to speak up as you just did. I'm
really proud of you, and I think you have a real talent for storytelling, which
your father also has. I really hope you aren't embarrassed about any of this.
Zack and I have sex with each other all the time now. If you'd like to join
either or both of us, you'd be very welcome. Just one thing -- If you want to
have sex with anyone outside of the family please check with me first so that
we can keep any trouble down to a minimum.

"I sure hope that you'll be comfortable here. And that you'll feel free to ask
for whatever you might need. We'll work out some chores and stuff for you
latter, but for now I've got a couple of other things to take care of, so I'll
see you guys latter.

"Zack, please help Stanislaw get comfortable. Show him around and tell him the
house rules and all that. I want you two guys to share your bedroom for right
now. Latter on, if either of you wants to bring another bed into your room we
can do that or, if necessary, we can change your mothers sewing room into a
bedroom for Stanislaw.

"You boys can stay down here as long as you want today. You can even use my
toys just this one time, even though I'm not going to be here. I probably won't
be home until after midnight, so I'll see you guys in the morning." Dad bent
over and gave each of us a warm kiss, and then left for his appointment,
leaving Stanislaw bent over with his ass hanging out in the breeze and me
kneeling with a hard-on about to rip my jeans wide open.

CHAPTER

After the door closed behind my father, both Stanislaw and I were quiet for a
little bit. Stanislaw still bent over, using my bent leg for support, his head
hanging down and tears slowly falling from his face to wet my pant leg.
Finally, I reached up and put my arm across his shoulders. Softly, I asked,
"Stanislaw?"

He looked up to my face, tears brimming his eyelids.

"Stanislaw? Will you be my big brother? I'm sorry dad and I embarrassed you.
You are really neat and I've always wanted a big brother to talk to and be
with. If you don't think I'm a really awful person, would you at least let me
think of you as my big brother?"

"Hey, Zack. I've always wanted a brother too. I really like you, so I guess
brothers can't have any secrets from each other, can they?"

"No, Stanislaw, we've got to be able to share everything with each other if
we're going to really be brothers." We just stared at each other for a little
bit, Stanislaw's head held sideways and mine slowly leaning forward until our
lips brushed, and then touched in the lightest possible kiss.
"Stanislaw -- will you be my big brother?"

"Yes Zack, I'd be proud to be your big brother. Now, seal it with a kiss
brother."

Our lips met, and touched again. Dry male lips brushing each other in a
masculine kiss of brotherhood. 

..

When Dad came back from his appointment, Stan (we had agreed to Americanize his
name) and I were laying on the den's leather couch, still hugging and kissing
and feeling each other all over. Stan was pulling on my balls and I had one
finger up his ass while the other hand held the back of his head, pushing our
faces together. 

"Well boys," Dad said, "looks to me as though you are getting everything worked
out between yourselves."

Stan looked a little bashful but I grinned at him, "Out and in, Pop. Fingers
are in and tongues are out."

Dad laughed, and then got a serious look on his face. "Look boys, I need to
talk serious to you for a few minutes. Go ahead and hold each other if you want
to, but listen up."

"Seems to me that you both might be getting off track in your sexual
development a bit. Zack, you've been screwing pussy every day since you were
eleven years old."

"Twelve Dad. I wasn't getting it every day when I was eleven. Not until I was
twelve."

"Whatever. Hush up and let me talk Zack. You, Stanislaw..."

"My name is Stan now, Sir. Zack said that would make me more American."

"OK, Stan. But you just listen for a bit too. OK."

"OK, Dad."

"Thanks Stan, I love you son."

"Now you boys listen to me. Zack, you've been a pussy hound from before you had
pubic hair. Any you Stan, you've been traveling pretty far along into some
pretty intense relationships with your 'playmates'. Isn't that so?"

"Yeah, I guess so," both boys said almost together.

...

Takes both boys to the cabin on the hill to clean up the area and do repairs on
the cabin. Mostly they are to do the male bonding thing and work out a more
"normal" male-male juvenile relationship.