Hank's arm around Gary's shoulder

Gary closed his eyes, leaned back against the warm cedar wall slats of the sauna, and started stroking his cock, giving the old reliable manual sleeping pill another try. "Dad, one thing."

"Uh-huh?"

"Could you put an arm on my shoulder and tell me it's going to be okay?"

Hank took a breath, then another. "Sure." He put an arm around Gary's shoulder and watched his son masturbating. "It's going to be okay. Lil will be fine. She'll get over Steve. Your mom will be fine. You know her. The worst you'll get is a little teasing."

Gary's cock head swelled. Hank wondered what he was thinking.

"I'm going to be fine, Gary," Hank said. "Just don't make me explain tonight to anyone."

Hank squeezed Gary's upper arm. Gary's muscles were flexing as he stroked his cock.

Gary laughed. "Yeah."

"As to Bernie, you'll know best. But Vee and I love her. She's good for you. She keeps you honest. Tell her the truth and keep her happy and it'll all be fine."

Gary's posture stiffened. He shuffled his feet and leaned back into Hank's arm. He stroked his cock faster, his fist going up and down over the prominent head.

"Dad, gonna," Gary said.

"It's gonna be okay. Let it go," Hank said.

Gary let out a loud groan. His cock erupted on his belly and chest.

After a few minutes to recover, Hank helped Gary to get up, mop up, and get a glass of water, then saw him up the stairs to his room. Hank yawned. Maybe the warm milk was going to work.