Yes. But really quiet, Dad

Gary opened his door and gripped Hank's forearm. He nodded. "Yes. For Bernie. But really quiet, Dad."

Hank smiled. He took a deep breath and let it out with a quiet sigh of relief. "Yes."

Bernie settled herself comfortably on Gary's bed to watch things begin. Last night she had heard a lot. This morning she would see.

Hank shrugged off his robe and laid it down in the same corner where he and Gary had been last night. With whispers and gestures, Gary and Hank got things started, standing close and holding each other's hard morning erections, one hand on the shaft, one hand under the balls, unhurried, feeling things out.

Gary looked over to Bernie. She had a broad, beaming smile. She nodded vigorously, her thick, unbound black curls dancing with the motion. She raised her hands in front of her heavy breasts and unfolded her arms wide with palms open, inviting Gary to continue however he wanted to. Gary smiled and nodded. Okay, he mouthed silently.

Bernie watched as Hank and Gary stroked each other's cocks, steadily, silently, until clear pre-cum started dribbling from the tip of each broad head. After that, there were slick, wet little noises as Hank and Gary stroked each other's foreskin up and down across the crown, then quieter as their cock heads swelled, keeping the foreskin back off the head. Their breathing was loudest now, fast and deep through their nostrils, with the faintest moan now and then. Bernie stared at the hard cocks and the stroking hands. She heard her pulse thumping. Her ears and cheeks felt warm. Her nipples swelled and she felt moist between her legs.

Hank let go of Gary's balls. Gary looked up. Hank pointed to Gary's penis, then to his own mouth. "Suck?" Hank said quietly.

Gary nodded. He squeezed Hank's cock and let go. Hank knelt on the bedroom carpet, laid his hands on Gary's balls and shaft, and leaned close, taking Gary's cock head into his mouth. Gary closed his eyes and tilted his head back, resting one hand on the wall for balance.

Bernie cupped a hand over her vulva and pressed the swollen, proud flesh as she watched Hank working Gary's cock. Soon, she had parted her labia and was stroking her fingers through her wet lips, her gaze darting from Gary's face, eyes closed and mouth open with pleasure, to Hank sucking Gary's cock and working his shaft and balls, to Hank's hard morning erection. Before long Gary was making little sounds as Hank steadily sucked and stroked.

Bernie felt warm all over, watching her boyfriend and his father together. Last night they'd all showered together, with Hank and Gary breaking apart in laughter after Veevee told them to kiss. Late last night and now again, early this morning, Hank and Gary had connected as intensely as anything at the party.

Hank walked his fingertips back from Gary's balls, along his cock root, and onto Gary's butthole, pressing lightly, pressing again, pressing again.

"Oh!" Gary said. "Uh-huh, yeah." Hank pressed one finger inside Gary's ass. Gary let out a long, soft sigh. "Yeah."

Hank took his hand and mouth off Gary's cock and looked up. "Ready?"

"Yeah." Gary looked toward the bed. "Wow, Bernie."

Bernie's face and ears were pink under the usual gold tone of her skin. She licked her lips and nodded. Wow-ee, she mouthed silently. Her fingers stroked steadily between her wet pussy lips.

"That lube, there?" Gary said, pointing.

Bernie shifted on the bed and grabbed the lube from Gary's night table. She stood up and helped prepare Gary, squeezing clear gel onto Gary's anus and Hank's fingertips as Hank worked one finger in and out. Hank added a second finger as Gary's ass opened up.

Gary tried to stay quiet, closing his mouth. Faint moans came through his nose, and faint wet squishes from Hank's thickly lubed fingers. "Dad I'm ready," he said.

Hank eased his fingers out. He stood up and took a step back to let Gary settle into the same position as last night. He nodded to Bernie and got a thick bead of lube on his shaft. With Gary standing, leaning forward with his forearms resting on the wall, Hank stepped up, gripped his shaft and touched his cock tip to Gary's butthole. Hank pressed firmly and waited for Gary to open up for him, like last night.

Bernie moved back to sit on the bed, touching herself, watching Gary and Hank together.

Hank waited, pressing. Gary's ring softened and Hank's cock slid halfway up his ass. Gary's shoulders tightened. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his head. Breath hissed from his nostrils in quick little puffs. Gary's hips pumped, fucking the air. His face flushed pink. A low moan escaped. A long, thick lace of semen shot from his cock tip, followed by shorter, softer threads of seed.

Hank stood steady in place. He held Gary's hips as Gary's orgasm eased from thrusts and squirts, down to heavy breathing, and finally down to just trembling.

Hank patted Gary between the shoulders. "Good one?"

"No words."

"Remember your mama wants to see you and Bernie together. If you're up for it," Hank said. "No pressure."

Gary gave a breathless little laugh.

"Okay, I better come out," Hank said. "Easy up, son."

Hank slowly eased his cock out of Gary's ass. Gary sighed when the deep, stretching pressure withdrew.

"A very good morning to you both," Hank said. "See you soon, or see you later." He picked up his robe and slipped out the door, his hard, slick cock bouncing in front of his nude body.