Gary and Hank talk late in the sauna

"Yep," Hank said. "I kinda figured."

Hank sat on a towel opposite Gary in the wooden sauna in their back yard. The heat pressed itself into the naked father and son. Their blond hair lay low on their heads. Their cocks hung loosely down, their broad heads covered by their foreskins. It was near midnight, after the family had come back from a late dinner and some wind-down time. The sauna was a place that they had come for other talks. About college, jobs, Gary's trouble with his former girlfriend Sharon.

"How long?" Gary asked.

"Started guessing about a year ago that you and Pete weren't just getting together for video games," Hank said. "But I didn't know till your mom told me she'd caught you going into him."

Gary's cock twitched.

"Your mom told me you and Bernie were working it out," Hank said. "What your rules are. That's good. But if your girlfriend has to catch you before you talk about it, that's not so good."

"Yeah, dad," Gary said. "Mom say where Bernie caught me?"

Hank laughed. "In Stuart's van, with your mom, beating off together with your finger up each other's asshole," he said. "I know your mother's a wild woman, but even I was surprised."

Gary bowed his head. "Dad, ah!" he complained. Then he looked up. Hank was grinning. Gary returned the grin with a little laugh.

"Bernie caught you both dead to rights, I'd say," Hank said. "She kept you, and you're talking it out. Bernie's some gal."

"Yeah, um," Gary said. He let his head drop again. "She said she and her mom...basically did the same thing."

Hank sniffed and shrugged. "Well, I guess you've got a lot to talk about together," he said.

"Dad, um," Gary said, looking up again. "Mom said you also do it with guys."

"Yup," Hank said. "What'cha want to know?"

"Who? I mean, how, when?" Gary said.

"Well, I'd feel free to tell you the one you've already met," Hank said. "I've been doing it with Jim Walker for years. Probably everything you've been doing with Peter. Dick, ass, and mouth. Sometimes Veevee and Sally are there. Sometimes it's just us guys. Sometimes we're all at a party together where sex is the occasion."

"Jim Walker? Dad, whoa."

"Yup. I was pretty amused when your mom told me she'd caught our son dicking Jim's son," Hank said. "Unto the next generation and all that."

Gary swallowed. "Yeah, I guess so," he said. "You said a party?"

"Uh-huh," Hank said. "Every few weeks, me and your mom go out together. Usually Jim and Sally are there too. It's a running party, mostly the same group of folks. Snacks, showers, and folks get together for sex to have fun. No ****, though. No ****. Some folks start out parties with 'em and usually they learn through some horrible scene that it was a bad idea."

"Guys get together at those parties?" Gary asked.

"Well, the one we go to, yes," Hank said. "I guess a lot of parties, not so much." He laughed. "We're on the liberal wing of swinger culture, not the conservative one."

Gary and Hank sat quietly together in the heat.

"You want to ask anything else?" Hank said. "About you and your mom, or anything?" Hank's tone was even, conversational.

"Not now. Maybe later," Gary said. "Thanks Dad." He got up from the bench and grabbed the towel.

"You know Peter and Sandy are taking off for Europe soon?" Hank said.

"Yeah," Gary said.

"Catch up with Pete and ask him about the cruise," Hank said.

"Huh? But you and mom told me the story tonight." Their cruise with Jim and Sally Walker, with Peter and his girlfriend Sandy, had been cut short, and they'd had to evacuate the ship. Gary's expression shifted. "Oh. OH. Okay, thanks Dad," Gary said.

Hank smiled. "You're welcome," he said. "I'll be in here a while yet. G'night!"

"Good night, Dad," Gary said.