This is an old version Of a story I wrote about 1996--8. It in turn, was from a hetrosexual novel that I sold to, and was published by Surrey House in about 1968. I started writing that book while I was still in the Navy, just after returning from Vietnam, probably late in 1966 or very early in 1967. For whatever esoteric reason, This storyline is a special favorite of mine and has provided the basis of a fair number of my written stories. So, here's a parallel version to the previously posted version. Please Notice that then, as now, Nifty needs donations to keep operating.


Hope you enjoy,

Jon

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Housecleaning sometimes produces serendipitous 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.

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

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Polish Cock v. 1

by Jon Hold

Copyright 1998, 2015

jonhold@earthlink.net



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 the clotted fluid of a virile man. 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 protruding 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, already seperated from its overlarge protective covering.

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.

Chapter

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 Dad's balls as they danced around on my mothers face or crotch. As with everything else at that age, 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 High School. 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 lower head was just starting to catch up with what was going on inside my upper head) 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.

I called my parents on the radio-telephone and told them what had happened. A helicopter had them home in less than twenty minutes. Mom took care of Sherry while Dad and I walked three miles down the hill to visit Tommy and his dad. Tommy's dad as soon as he saw Dad and me he started right off saying stuff like my sister was nothing but a little slut and deserved what she got for flaunting her sex in front of a full grown male man.... Daddy didn't say a word after that. Just walked straight up to Mr. Elder and commenced to whop his ass. Tommy came out of their ratty old barn with an ax handle, aiming to whack Daddy in the back of his head. Guess he didn't know I was standing there,watching--or he just wasn't worried about a 10 year-old. A ten-year-old that commenced to whooping some ass of his own. Guess Tommy also didn't know that Daddy had been teaching the whole family jujitsu and Aikido. When Daddy finished stomping on Mr. Elder, he saw me, without lube, stuffing that ax handle deep into Tommy's ass and made me stop. I already had over a foot of hickory up in Tommy, so I figured that was pretty much enough. Especially since all that blood was making it hard to get any more in him. Guess Daddy didn't know that I'd already tied up tommy's dick and balls real, REAL tight with his own leather shoe bootlace.

When we got home, Daddy called the Sheriff and told him what had happened and to come and arrest Tommy for rape and his dad for aiding and abetting. Then he told the Sheriff to tell Mr. Elder that he was evicted and had two days to get his stuff and be gone. Sheriff told Daddy that the Circuit Judge wasn't likely to be back for at least a week to set bail. Daddy just said, "Yeah, George, I know. Take care now." and hung up!

Three days later Dad and I took Daddy's D-8 Crawler Tractor down the hill and returned the Elder place to nature. Last I heard the Judge tried Tommy as an adult and sentenced him to twenty years in the State Prison, "Where you can be some big dudes little boy and learn what it's like to be raped".

Chapter


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 much 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, 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 your 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 whipping 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 to help a boy learn. By time he began using his tongue and fingers on my butthole my ass was more inflamed than it had been while he was whipping 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 how 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, unlocked the locker he kept his toys in, 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, Little Brother."

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

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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. And 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.