Gary's dad

Gary continued explaining to his girlfriend's mom Joyce. "It turned out it was my dad who opened the door and caught me dicking Peter," he said. "He came by that night to, you know, have a little talk with me."

"Gary, you still up?" his dad's voice said through the door. "Can I come in?"

"Sure dad," Gary said.

His dad was wearing a T-shirt and knit shorts -- more than he usually wore to bed, but little enough to be comfortable in the warm summer night. He carried a couple of books by his side. Gary was already naked in his bed.

Hank grabbed the chair from Gary's desk and pulled it next to the bed. He put the books down next to his chair. "I'm sorry for walking in on you and Peter today," Hank said.

"Are you mad at me?" Gary asked.

"Well, if Bernie doesn't know about it, yeah," Hank said. "It's disrespectful to hide something like that from her."

Gary took a deep breath. "Guess I better tell her, then."

"Yep," his dad said. "It'll just bite you in the ass if you don't."

Gary snorted, trying to turn a laugh into a cough.

Hank smiled, "I said 'ass', huh-huh," he joked to Gary. "I saw you were using a condom when you were in Peter's ass," he said. "You should use them if you're sucking each other's dicks, too."

Gary blinked at Hank's directness. "OK Dad," he said.

"I'll bring by some unlubricated ones, that's what they're for," Hank said. "But yeah, tell Bernie. Or your mom or I will have to tell Joyce," he said.

Gary shifted uneasily, not looking forward to coming clean to Bernie. To be honest, he had a few more things to tell about his sex life than just what he and Peter did together. "Okay," he said. "But it doesn't bother you that I was having sex with another guy?"

Hank laughed. "True confessions time," he said. "You're not the only man in this house who has sex with other men. So no, that doesn't bother me."

"Dad?!" Gary said. "What the heck?"

"Your mother and I have some good friends who we get together for sex with, and sometimes we do what you and Peter were doing. It's all in the open, everyone's clear what's going on, and it's good fun. But if you have multiple sex partners, you have to be extra sure you're clear and up-front with everyone, and you have to be extra good about safe sex."

Gary blinked and swallowed. "Okay, Dad."

"I'll put a bookmark in the Goofy Foot Guide to Sex for you. A little review seems in order," Hank said.

"Okay," Gary said. It was a pretty good book, Gary recalled.

"All right, then. Fess up to Bernie. I'm sure things will work out," Hank said

"Can I ask you a few things, Dad?" Gary said.

Gary continued his explanation to Joyce, as they sat naked in facing chairs in her living room, damp with sweat from their just-finished masturbation.

"My dad told me it was all right with him that I was having sex with Peter, and it was more about making sure we were using condoms and that if I didn't tell Bernie, I was disrespecting her."

"I agree with your dad on that point," Joyce said evenly. "Naomi will hear about you and Peter from me today if she doesn't hear from you. And you already have some talking to do about what you were doing in the van, even if she understands and forgives."

"And Dad told me it didn't bother him because he has sex with men too. That was a bit of a shock, just coming right out and saying it," Gary said.

Joyce smiled. "Not what you expected," she said.

"No, he and Mom are on each other all the time, and Lil and I hear them almost any night or morning, you know, I thought my dad was just a stud," Gary said.

"Sounds like that's still true," Joyce said.

"So I asked him..." Gary continued.

"When did you start doing stuff with other guys?" Gary asked Hank.

Hank looked up and to the side, remembering. "I messed around with guys in high school," he said. "It was pretty common for guys that didn't have a steady girlfriend, where I grew up. If you couldn't get a date, you'd go for 'shooting practice' with the guys. Nobody thought anything of it as long as you acted like a regular guy and dated girls some of the time. I did okay with the girls, as I recall."

"Like, what did you do with the guys?" Gary asked.

"Pretty much everything. A lot of times it'd be a bunch of us together. Some guys hung around and jacked off. Sometimes they'd jack each other. Some guys really liked being sucked, they'd even trade cigarettes or beer for that. A lot of even trades, 'I'll bend over and take your pecker if you bend over and take mine.' That was me, I'm afraid." Hank laughed.

"Shit, dad," Gary said. His eyes widened, imagining his dad trading off tops for bottoms with his high school buddies.

"Pot calling the kettle black, son?" Hank said.

"Sorry, Dad," Gary said. "It's just the image."

Hank raised an eyebrow at Gary. He continued, "And we talked a lot about girls. Pretty straight talk, not much bragging or disrespect, just how it was going and what were they thinking. It all stopped when I went to college. The girls were less shy, and I got a car, finally. And I never got the sense that the college boys without a Saturday night date did anything else with each other than drink and shoot pool."

"But you started again?" Gary asked.

"A long time after," Hank said. "A few years ago, your mother and I joined a swinging group. You've heard of those, right?"

Gary nodded. He was feeling a little dizzy with all the revelations.

"It was all married couples at that time, the way a lot of them are, or were." Hank said. "But one thing that was unusual about our group was that some of the men had sex together. Your mom loved watching the men together and asked me if I'd thought of doing it with guys. I said I didn't, but that I didn't have anything against it and told her my history. So she talked me into trying it again."

"Mom?" Gary said.

"Yep. I'm sure she wishes she was the one to catch you and Peter. Seeing you two fuck would be instant wet panties," Hank said.

"That's perverted, dad!" Gary said.

Hank snorted. "And stealing your mom and sister's panties isn't?"

Gary looked at him with wide eyes. He had, in fact, sneaked a few pairs out of the laundry.

"Veevee and I had a good laugh when we found you out," Hank said with a smile. "I think your mother even slipped an extra pair of her dirties into your stash. She talked about putting it in your Christmas stocking, but that would have been too much, even if you might have deserved it."

"Damn," Gary said. An extra pair had shown up soon after he snitched the others. His mom AND dad had known all along.

"Don't try to keep secrets from your mom," Hank said. "Don't worry, we didn't tell Lil, just got her some fresh matches. And since that seemed to be the limit of your mischief, it didn't seem worth calling you out about it. Anyway, water under the bridge."

Gary wasn't sure whether he felt supported or messed with. He took a deep breath and continued with his original questions.

"Dad," he asked, "What do you do with guys now? What do you like?"

"When your mom coaxed me into it, I discovered how much fun it is to play with dicks. How different they can be. How to get them hard, and get them off. I think I enjoy it most when I can fuck a man who stays hard when I'm up his butt. When I can make a man come with his wife watching or helping. Dicking a man up the ass while he fucks a woman. Taking a man's cock inside me while I fuck his wife. But I like it best when your mom is watching. She gets this big, beautiful smile."

"Man," Gary said.

"You asked for it," his dad said. "Though I don't want to leave you with the wrong impression. It's probably less than half the time that I do anything with the other guys in our group. Your mom keeps me pretty busy, the other women are even more fun to be with than the guys, and sometimes the women just want more attention on a given night."

"Wow," Gary said. "I guess that answers my question of why you weren't bothered."

"Right. It's not what you do, or even with who, that makes it good or bad," Hank said. "But how you do it, and whether you're truthful when it matters. And with your best girl, it matters. It always matters. So is Bernie your best girl? Does she deserve that respect?" he asked.

Gary looked at his dad for a second. "I think so," he said.

"The answer to that is actually, every woman deserves to be treated with the respect you give your best girl," Hank said, "Every man and woman you dick around with deserves truth and respect. Even warmth and caring. But save up your love and kindness for your best girl, and don't hold back from her."

Gary took a deep breath. "Thanks, Dad," he said.

"All right," Hank said. "So anyway, as promised, the Goofy Foot Guide with bookmark, so you can do your safe sex homework." He put the book on Gary's night table, next to his bottle of hand lotion. "And here's another one that you might enjoy, now that I know you get hard for both boys and girls." Hank took out a large-format hardcover book titled 'His and His and Hers and Hers'. The cover photograph was a knot of naked bodies entwined together so it was hard to tell who was who. "Let me show you some of my favorite pictures," he said.

Gary continued explaining to Joyce about that night, "So I asked him about his experience with guys, and he told me a lot. And about him and mom being in a swingers' group. And that aside from Peter, he and Mom actually knew a lot about what I was up to sexually. But the last thing he did, was give me this book of photographs, of like all kinds of combinations of men and women having sex together, twos and threes and more, and we looked at it together. And we talked some more about what we liked sexually, and we masturbated together looking at Dad's favorite picture. It was two women in bed wearing these shorty nightgowns, really girly cute styles, and one woman was licking her friend's butthole and touching her clit."

"Really," Joyce said. "I didn't think your family was open that way, as much as ours."

"I don't know," Gary said. "Sort of, I guess. We see each other naked a lot anyway and kind of tease around a little. Mom and Dad have bought me sex books before, even stroke books. And Mom and Dad don't hide it that they have a lot of sex together. When we're traveling, lots of times we're all in one room and I guess we just pretend we don't hear each Lil and me masturbating or Mom and Dad fucking. Except if someone's a little loud, someone else will laugh. So yeah, I guess it's the first time my dad and me REALLY saw each other jacking off out in the open, but it wasn't that big a step that night."

"What did you think of seeing your father's erect penis?" Joyce asked.

Gary looked at her and took a breath. "I'd seen a few hard dicks before. Peter's is nice, and Trent's, he's one of Stuart's friends, the guy who lent me his van. Stuart too. But I thought my dad's dick was, well, beautiful. It's about as big as mine, maybe a little thicker, nice and hard and it just looks like it's totally made for fucking."

Gary paused. "I was just staring at Dad's hard dick for a while. He was stroking his dick and looking at the book until he noticed I wasn't."

"You still OK, Gary?" Hank asked. "I can just head back to bed."

"Yeah, I mean no, that's OK, Dad," Gary said.

"Anything you need, Gary?" Hank asked.

"I gotta say... You have a beautiful dick, Dad," Gary said.

"Thanks, Gary. Yours is extra fine too, as I hope you know. Long, hard, and a little thick, with a nice big head," Hank said.

"C-can I touch it?" Gary asked, his eyes still on his dad's erection, jutting up from his dark blond pubic hair.

"Yes," Hank said. Hank gently took his son's hand and wrapped it round the shaft of Hank's cock.

"May I hold your penis, Gary?" Hank asked.

"Y-yeah Dad," Gary said. Hank's warm, strong hand wrapped firmly around his shaft. His balls ached and his cock swelled against the warm pressure.

"I blew it when Dad put his hand on my dick, just shot right off in his hand," Gary said. "And he went back off to bed with his dick still hard."

"Yes," Joyce said, nodding. "I'll repeat my invitation. If you and your father need a place to be sexual together, you can certainly come here. Naomi, um, Bernie, is OK with you being sexual with your father, Gary, as long as she can be there with you. I have no objections, in fact you have my support. So how did things work around to that day in the van?"