Hank loves a whole summer of the new rules

Hank felt Gary's anal ring squeeze down on his shaft, a little pulse and relax. There it is.

The family's backyard sauna was warm in the late summer afternoon, the air still and heavy with the scents of wood, wax, oil, and sweat. Both men were naked, their skin glossy with perspiration, their blond hair damp and sodden.

Hank knelt behind his grown son, steadily thrusting his penis up Gary's ass. A whole summer of Sunday afternoons had made one morning's impulse into a reliable, satisfying routine.

"You ready to give it up, son?"

Hank felt another little squeeze and release.

Gary's voice was breathy, low in his throat. "Oh God, Dad."

"No? Let's slow down."

"I want to come in your mouth this time."

"Let's make that happen." Hank eased his hips back. Gary gasped when Hank's broad cock head popped out of his ring. Hank helped Gary around to sit on the sauna bench, then stepped to the side and peeled off his soiled condom. Veevee would be wanting Hank soon.

Hank turned and paused to take a look at his son. Gary's face was damp, flushed pink from exertion, his jaw relaxed, his eyelids heavy. But Gary's cock was hard, throbbing with his pulse, the veins standing out along the long thick shaft, the broad head standing clear of the foreskin, oozing clear fluid from the tip.

Hank knelt on the wooden floor and took Gary's cock into his mouth. Salty. Slick. A real mouthful, thick and long. He couldn't take it in very deep, but Hank was hung the same, so he knew it from the other side.

After a summer of exchanging cocksucking with his son, Hank knew what to do. He cupped Gary's balls and squeezed gently.

"Oh Dad, yeah. Get me off."

Hank didn't hurry. He was deliberate, squeezing Gary's balls, rubbing with two fingers on the root of Gary's cock, and circling Gary's cock head with a lively tongue. Unhurried but steady, it didn't take long to get Gary bucking underneath him, moaning and shooting a big load into Hank's mouth.

Ten minutes later, Hank tiptoed out of the sauna, leaving Gary dazed and spent, lying along the sauna bench with his soft cock resting on his thigh.

"All done giving Gary his weekly oil change?" Veevee asked. She put down her magazine and beckoned Hank to join her in bed. "I love how you take care of him." She laughed. "You've got his spunk on your chin. C'mere, lover."

Veevee kissed Hank deeply, pressing her tongue into his mouth to share Gary's seed.

"Even if Bernie wants to be there when I'm playing with Gary, at least I get him second hand," Veevee said. "And I get to watch you two. My men are adorable. Adorable."

Hank gave his wife a sheepish smile. "Yeah. I guess after Gary checked in with Pete, you know?"

Veevee smiled. "Jim and Pete are on each other all the time," she said. "Did you hear what Sally said?" Veevee pitched her voice to mimic Sally's California Girl accent. "Well, now that we're fucking Pete and Sandy in every combination, Jim and I don't have a marriage, we have a clusterfuck."

Hank burst out in a belly laugh. "Trust Sally Walker to be the pottymouth," Hank said.

"Oh, you love it, Henry Menard," Veevee said. "I see how you smile when Sally's pissing salt out of her mouth."

"I own it," Hank said. "She likes to get a rise out of people. And I know Sally does it on purpose to get herself hot. Quicker than liquor to get her motor running."

"So what do you think of all these new house rules we've been running all summer? Thanks to Miss Naomi Bernice Bernstein?" Veevee asked.

"I'm loving the new rules, you know," Hank said. "And here I was looking forward to us being empty nesters and screwing any old time we wanted. Instead it's take it out back, or take it upstairs, doors open or closed as you please. And for us, doors open. I know you love being watched. Bernie and Lil are getting the boundaries they want, to feel safe and respected." He laughed. "I was not expecting my son's girlfriend to just, like, cuddle up and suck my cock, slowly, like she does. Even falling asleep with my cock in her mouth. Bernie, she's a trip. And, well, Gary."

"Bernie is a trip. Lesbian butt pirate that she is, or was until she picked up our son. And you," Veevee said. "And, well, Gary. Cock hounds, father and son," Veevee said. "Even if I did have to give you a little push, Hank."

"Hon, that's why I married the bad girl. Especially after my parents said we'd be good for each other. That you would push me."

Veevee laughed. "My pa said you'd be good at calming me down. Weed, he told me, Hank's a sweetheart. Hang on and don't let him go. He was worried I'd get in over my head, you know, after what I got up to in high school. He wasn't wrong. And he was right about you." She reached out and squeezed Hank's erection, tugging a little. "Miss Francy wants her favorite gentleman caller," she said.

"I am at Miss Francy's call," Hank said. He stepped back and shrugged off his light summer robe. "Her gentleman caller saved it up for her."

Veevee got on her knees and gripped the padded headboard. "Be in me, Hank. Be in me."