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Right in the Middle

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After going through a series of life-changing events brought on by several medical issues, Ceder figured that he was so far set-back that he'd have almost no chance to catch up. In his early 40s, the middle-aged Mule Deer was thankful that he'd overcome the worst of his health concerns but, after losing his job in the career he'd focused on for nearly 20 years he honestly figured that he'd be stuck somewhere between forced retirement and poverty. He was both overjoyed and apprehensive when he found out that a government subsidy program would help him go to college to learn marketable skills.

"Overjoyed and apprehensive" was an excellent description of his first few weeks there as he had to re-familiarize himself with learning. It also turned out to be unbelievably accurate in describing a crush he developed on a 20-something Elk stag that shared a computer operations class with him. Both feelings grew exponentially when Ceder found out that his feelings were reciprocated and, after a short courting period, Calcian, being the more forward of the two of them, asked if they could start a relationship. The answer was an easy one for Ceder.

The first months were magical. Seeing one another during class in the early afternoon turned into meeting up after their final classes and meeting for dinner, or going to see a movie, or spending time at the park, and, ultimately, time at Ceder's home. Calcian was not the least bit timid about expressing his wants and, despite being young enough to be the Mule Deer's son, it was the Elk who took initiative in the relationship, and wasn't above carrying Ceder off to the bedroom like a princess being saved from a dragon.

By time time the semester came to an end Ceder spent more time with Calcian than without, and the expectation for that time to increase was all but assured, especially since there had been some early discussion about the two of them moving in together. The young Stag had a small apartment, but had been spending more nights at Ceder's home than at the flat. There had even been some insistence by the Elk that the Mule Deer receive a few dollars to help with the mortgage. Although Ceder didn't want to accept his boyfriend's money he was strapped for cash and things just ended up working out for the better if he didn't object.

It was one week into the three week break in classes that, as the two were sitting on the sofa, Calcian spoke up. "Hey, Ceder... my dad wants me to come home for a few days before classes start up again next semester."

The Buck, who was having his calves massaged by his large boyfriend let out a depressed sigh. "And here I was getting used to having someone else around. Hopefully you won't be gone TOO long... not sure I'd know what to do here without you."

Smirking, the Elk leaned over and touched his nose to Ceder's, even smirking when he carefully tapped at the Buck's rack-free head with his own majestic antlers. "Well, that's not something you'll have to worry about-- my dad said I should bring you with me."

In that moment apprehension won out over joy.

* * * * *

As Calcian helped Ceder out of the car, the Buck wondered at how quickly three days had passed; he felt like it wasn't near enough time to prepare to meet his boyfriend's father. Would his dad disapprove of his son dating someone twice his age? Would the Elk Stag who sired his boyfriend wonder what was wrong with him dating so far outside his generation? What would the questions entail? If Calcian's father's antlers were even half as impressive as his boyfriend's, what would Ceder do if 'good old dad' decided to charge him?

When he felt a gentle squeeze on his hand, Ceder turned to look at Calcian, who was looking back at him with those so-damned handsome deep-brown eyes. "You're nervous."

Ceder rolled his eyes. "Ya think? I'm about to meet your DAD, Cal."

The Elk leaned down and nuzzled the top of his head as the two stepped away from the car, heading toward a respectably sized two-story home set back a short distance from the road. Ceder saw how well the landscaping was kept and wondered if Calcian's father was one of those outdoorsy types who enjoyed doing his own yard work or if he was the more urbane, genteel sort who paid someone else to do it.

His boyfriend gave his hand another squeeze, hard enough to catch his attention as his hooflets flexed together. Calcian offered a chiding remark. "You're starting to shed, hon."

The Buck let out a long sigh, reaching up with his free hand to rub at the fur atop his head; he never minded not having antlers but, in that moment, he began to wonder if Calcian's dad would judge him for being bare-headed. Ceder was almost twenty one years older than Calcian; he was a middle-aged Buck who had to go back to college to start life over; he had a home to his name but he was mortaged up to his non-existent antlers and it was barely a third the size of Calcian's childhood home. In every aspect he could think of, Ceder just wouldn't measure up to what his amazing boyfriend's father would expect. "He's going to hate me, Cal... I just know it."

The Stag beside him gave him a gentle elbow; it was gentle for an Elk, but caused the Buck to very nearly fall over, kept on his hooves only because of Calcian's grip on his hand. "Come on, Ced... we talked about self-depreciation. It's not healthy. Besides, he'll see how into you I am, and he'll be happy for us."

Calcian's optimism was one of many things Ceder loved about the Stag-- one of many things. The Elk was an amazing gentleman; he was caring, considerate, and never pushy or forceful. The two of them had hit it off immediately and, over the course of numerous hang-outs, study sessions, dates, and, ultimately, nights together, never once did Calcian ever make Ceder feel anything but appreciated, valued, and, perhaps, most important: wanted. Calcian was something Ceder wasn't used to: a man who liked him for him, and didn't immediately dive for the bedroom. In fact, despite Ceder's willingness to explore things further, he and Calcian never once went "that far".

It wasn't until the discussion of visiting his dad, in fact, that Ceder found out why: Calcian wasn't about to get into a physical relationship with someone his father didn't approve of. Considering that, the Buck let out a shaky breath, inadvertently letting his internal monologue slip out of his muzzle with the next thought becoming words. "No pressure at all."

Despite the great difference in their age it was Calcian who usually ended up being the normalizing factor in their relationship and Ceder was always glad to have his boyfriend as the rock to which he could cling; the Elk did wonders helping to keep him calm. In that moment, the large Stag wrapped an arm around the smaller Buck's shoulders and pulled him close. "Relax, Ced. My dad knows you'll be here and he promised he'll be cool. He's fine. My dad's fine... mostly."

Although Calcian's reassurance was helpful, what wasn't was the way he added the last word after such a delay. Regardless, Ceder composed himself, reached up to smooth out what he knew without a mirror was an errant whisp of fur atop his head (it never behaved, and only got worse when he stressed). "I'll be cool, Cal. I promise."

His boyfriend offered a gentle hug and, as they the stepped up onto the porch Calcian reached for the door handle but it turned before he could touch it and the large oak portal opened, revealing the massive Elk standing behind it. Recognizing the figure immediately Ceder did NOT end up being cool-- not when faced with a star! Turning back to Calcian, the Buck nearly went ballistic. "OHMAHGOD! Buckley Elkman is your DAD?!?!"

Calcian shrugged, offering a sheepish grin. "Uh... actually that's just his stage name... he's really—"

Ceder froze in place as he could somehow SENSE the looming presence behind him-- whether it was the soft sound of a cloven stepping onto the welcome mat or the almost imperceptible 'heh' that accompanied the large bulk moving closer, a smooth-as-silk baritone voice made him weak in the knees as Calican's dad inserted himself into the conversation. "Iwan Howell... if you please. You must be Ceder."

Turning around, the Buck had to look up... and up... and up. Eventually he saw a pair of storm-cloud gray eyes peering down at him, a hint of mirth in their casual assessment. Fidgeting as he attempted to force out an introduction, Ceder managed to squeak out "Er... Ceder-- Ceder Whitefurr... Mr Howell."

The big Stag offered a wink that made Ceder weak in the knees. "You're more than welcome to call me by my first name. Iwan is just fine, Ceder."

With the introductions out of the way, Iwan made his way into the house, leaving Ceder to follow, hanging on Calcian's arm, eyes glued to the shapely glutes he trailed after, hating himself for his imagination already cheating on his his boyfriend with his dad.

* * *

After sitting in the living room of Calcian's fawnhood home for fifteen minutes Ceder was still no closer to regaining his promised "cool". Not usually one to be star struck or geek out, the Buck was, nevertheless completely flabergasted by the surprise unveiling of just who his boyfriend was taking him to visit-- Iwan Howell was not just his boyfriend's dad; he was an actor who went by the stage name Buckley Elkman, and he was the lead actor in a series of movies in which he played 'Herne the Hunter', an ancient spirit associated with the great forests of the British Isles, and Ceder's biggest celebrity crush.

It was apparently nothing new for Iwan, as he handled it with grace, poise, and good humor, focusing most of his attention on Calcian. For the quarter hour that Ceder sat on the sofa as if staring into headlights, the two Elks got caught up on father-son talk such as the semester at school, things happening in the neighborhood in Calcian's absence, and upcoming plans for the week. Ceder remembered hearing things said but, with his mind in such a tempest of thoughts (and daydreams) the words went in one ear and out the other. The only thing he registered, in fact, was the manly musk slapping him straight on the nose and refusing to let go. Ceder was male; Calcian was a MAN; his dad was a virtual god incarnate.

All those thoughts in his mind dribbled out his ear as, during a lull in the conversation, Iwan stood. "You two relax... I'm going to go check on dinner."

Ceder watched the massive Elk stroll off into the adjacent room, watching his every step and the way his muscles rippled beneath what fur was visible, only accentuated when it was covered in clothes. He sniffed at the air again, eyes flickering at the massive male's scent-- and, he realized, the smell of food, which made his mouth water... but not quite as much as the manly hunk of venison taunting him with its close filial connection to the Elk holding his hand. It was Calcian, in fact, who snapped him out of his reverie.

It was not a gentle awakening. "Dude... you're TOTALLY flehming my dad's musk!"

In that moment, Ceder was ready to curl up and die. Regardless, he wasn't in tune enough with his body to do order it to expire with a thought so, caught in the act, all he could do was turn beet red and admit "Yeah..."

The response he got from his boyfriend was unexpected. Patting his hand gently, Calcian chuckled, leaning over to nuzzle one of Ceder's ears. "That's actually kinda hot."

Shivering from his boyfriend's velvety muzzle and hot breath on one of his most erogenous areas, Ceder whimpered for clarification. "H-hot?"

Calcian leaned in closer, nose almost touching his as the Elk grinned. "...and really cute."

The statement came across as comforting or, at least, Ceder hoped that's how it was supposed to be perceived. When the young Elk started rubbing his shoulder it helped reaffirm the attempt at calming him down. He attempted to admit to his rather gauche behavior. "I hope your dad didn't notice."

Calcian leveled a bland stare at him. "Hon... you're drooling a little. He DEFINITELY noticed."

Ceder slumped forward, face going into his hands. "I have no antlers. I am completely defenseless. Gore me now and get it over with... I beg of you."

His boyfriend bumped him gently with an elbow, chuckling softly. Calcian leaned over and kissed him atop the head. "Relax, Ced... calm down. I'm sure Dad took it as a compliment... okay?"

The blatant attempt at trying to help him feel better didn't do much, but Ceder appreciated the attempt. "Not many straight guys are usually that relaxed about this kind of thing."

Calcian shrugged. "Still not a problem... my dad's bi."

Ceder's brain ground to a halt like an engine devoid of oil and his head shot up, eyes locking onto his boyfriend's. "Buckley Fucking Elkman is BISEXUAL?!"

The Buck found himself wanting to die twice as much as Iwan's deep, penetrating voice chided from the archway leading into the dining room. "Do a bloke a favor and don't tell the tabloids, 'kay?"

Ceder berated himself internally for how donkey-like his raucous braying laugh ended up sounding, mostly due to just how constricted his throat was staring up at those soul-catching storm-cloud gray eyes. The Buck felt his ears redden immediately and me managed to squeak out a simple "Yes sir!"

Iwan chuckled warmly at that, bringing a large, thick hand down to rub the top of the Deer's head. "Heh... Calcian didn't say you were so proper."

The Buck's chiding boyfriend was so very quick to betray him. "I think it's because he's star struck, dad... this guy is, like, OBSESSED with Herne."

The enormous Stag standing in front of him let out a soft, calm chuckle and, with one more solid rub where Ceder's antlers would have been, removed his hand. "Well now... nothing wrong with a good little bit of fan-standing, but, Ceder, handsome... there really is NO need to be so uptight."

The echoing sound of Iwan calling him handsome, even if casually, was like the retort of a cannon in the Buck's ears, so much so that he was certain they were ringing as the rest of the world faded out into a muted non-existence. Everything outside that single, resounding word became inconsequential-- right up until Iwan said something about deciding to take his own advice, and THAT was when the mature Elk's shirt came off.

Ceder couldn't help that his his eyes were glued to the rich, luxurious brown fur of Iwan's abdomen, or the darker trail of slightly thicker fur that sprouted beneath his belly button and trailed down to somewhere beneath the Elk's pants. The Buck didn't realize he was panting until a second shirt hit the side of his face. "Geez, Ced... thirsty much?"

Turning to address his boyfriend, Ceder froze when he realized that Calcian was likewise shirtless which, as his brain started to catch up made perfect sense since the younger Elk's shirt was still hanging off the end of his muzzle. Without stopping to censor himself, Ceder simply spoke what was on his mind. "I... can see where you get it."

Both Elks laughed and Iwan's hand returned between where the Buck's antlers would have been for another rough ruffling of his head fur, coming to rest there. "Calcian's a good bit more physical than I am these days. He's able to keep up with things because he's so active in sports while I have to spend hours a week at the gym."

Mind still numb from the sheer amount of Elk around him, Ceder numbly replied "Well... it's definitely working."

Wondering if he was feeling his brain start to hemorrhage out his nose or, if perhaps, it was just normal high blood pressure causing a nose bleed, Ceder covered his muzzle with his paws, feeling every square inch of his face flush red hot. Fortunately, neither the Buck's boyfriend or his father seemed to mind the statement. Laughing again, Iwan removed his hand and thumbed over his shoulder. "Dinner at the Howell household is causal, Ceder... I'm gonna go check on food-- in the meantime, lose your shirt too... no reason you should be the odd guy out."

Even as Iwan stepped out, Ceder still wasn't completely sure about the suggestion. He turned to regard his boyfriend, who was simply leaning back into the sofa, arms propped up behind his head with a contented look. Calcian's eyes glanced his way. "Feelin' body shy, Ced? It's okay... nobody here'll judge you for anything. This is a safe space."

Ceder twisted the bottom of his shirt around in his paws, gripping the fabric tightly. "I... I dunno... maybe I'll just leave it on."

Calcian untucked an arm and brought it around to rest on the Buck's leg. "No problem, babe... the point is to make you more comfortable, not less comfortable. If you're not feeling it you're not feeling it."

The Buck felt the tingly sensation of his ears reddening further. "It's... it's not that I--"

His boyfriend gave his thigh a comfoting pat "No excuses needed, babe... but, for the record, I really LIKE the way you look-- clothes or no."

Feeling somewhere between giddy and embarrassed, Ceder felt the encouraging praise crash through his inhibitions and, as if he'd downed a half dozen cups of cider, he threw his hesitance to the wind and he pulled his shirt up and began wriggling it over his head. The fact that the edge of the fabric got caught under his chin was bad enough (and another reminder that his life was probably better for not having antlers), but the fact that Calcian had to help him get the shirt free made it so much worse. And then, when his vision was finally clear, he saw Iwan standing in the archway between the living room and the dining room.

Ceder would probably have died from embarrassment right then and there, except his eyes were far too busy living it up: the older Elk had apparently decided to leave his cargo shorts in the kitchen, and the big Stag did not have any underwear, clothed in nothing but a big, welcoming smile. "See? Isn't that better?"

Somewhere in the deeep back of his mind, Ceder realized taht his brain had broken. This sensation was amplified significantly when his Elk-drunk cognition responded with a single out-of-place word. "Rhubarb."

The magnanimous Elk was apparently content to give the poor Buck a gimme on the non sequitor, strolling up to him before stopping, hooves shoulder-width apart, hands on his hips as he offered another smile. "Considering you seem to like Herne so much and I don't get much of a chance to entertain fans, I figured I'd just let it all hang out tonight... you mind?"

A thousand witty retorts entered the Buck's mind. It was his opportunity to wow Iwan Howell with a well placed turn of phrase or a humorous come-back. "Buh."

Ceder damned his brain solidly, sitting on the edge of the sofa cushion, stock still, back straight, hooflets of either paw tightly gripping his knees as the Adonis of a stag slowly rotated in front of him, each step planting his hoof at an angle so his body could revolve counter clockwise, providing the young Buck SUCH a view. Ceder found himself holding his breath as Iwan's rock-hard rump came into view. The older Elk may have been in his late 40s, but his body was—

Ceder HAD to have been sleeping, right? He was meeting the actor that played HERNE. He was dating Herne's SON!?! Once again in control of his voice, the Buck whispered, worried that speaking too loudly might awaken him from what must have been the best dream of his life. "Oh my god... you could bust a nut on that ass...."

Calcian, beside him, chuckled in an obviously bemused tone, his hand moving to Ceder's thigh. "You mean crack a nut?"

Suddenly realizing that his statement had been heard, but not quite realizing what he'd said, the Buck tore his eyes away from the divine specimen of an Elk in front of him to the fruit of said Elk's loins, a no-less amazing man seated beside him. "Right... crack a nut. What'd I say?"

His boyfriend's muzzle looked as though he was attempting to hide a smile... but failing miserably. "Never mind... just keep enjoying the show, hon."

As he finished his rotatin, Iwan once again returned to standing with his hooves shoulder width apart, but his eyes had left Ceder, and were focused instead on Calcian. "Just couldn't wait, could ya?"

Following the older Stag's eyes, the Buck was surprised to see that his boyfriend had also slipped free of his bottoms and, like his father, was likewise completely naked. Unlike his father, however, a portion of pink was peeking out of Calcian's sheath. When Ceder's eyes locked with his boyfriend's, the Buck felt his muzzle go immediately dry. It was a good thing he was sitting down because Calcian's next words would have knocked him off his hooves. "What do you think about an appetizer before dinner?"

Ceder's response was a single syllable. "A."

Iwan chuckled, leaning forward to start kneading one of the Buck's ears, his baritone rumbling pleasantly. "Yes, that's right... an appetizer."

Any semi-balance of formulating a sentence was immediately lost as the mature Elk hit one of his weakest spots, and the Stag's sure grip and skilled finger chased away any logical thought from entering the Deer's mind. He barely even noticed when a second hand found its way to his other ear, but he definitely took note when its fingers began mirroring that of the first one and, before he knew it, Ceder's head was swimming at the stimulation. His senses were shocked back into the present, however, when a powerful musk struck him right in the face-- so strong that his lip curled back of its own volition and he inhaled deeply; after that he lost himself to the attention, his brain worth about as much as the saliva dribbling out the corner of his muzzle.

That saliva was put to much better use a moment later when Iwan stepped closer, and the tip of the Elk's generously sized member bumped up against the end of Ceder's snout. As obedient as a young fawn taking his mother's teat, the Deer opened wide and greedily began nursing. The hands on his ears continued their rubbing and caressing, but there was more strength to it as Iwan used his grip to control Ceder's movements, working him like a living sex toy-- or, at least, that's what some part deep inside of the Buck's barely conscious mind thought... and the submissive Deer was entirely all for it.

The hand gripping Ceder's thigh stroked it and gave a little squeeze, the only reminder that the Buck's boyfriend was still there; the next reminder was even more poignant as Calcian's muzzle found its way to the base of the Deer's left ear, and the younger of the two Stags began to gently nibble and lip at his fur, slowly transitioning up to his ear where Iwan's fingers didn't reach. Ceder began to shake all over as his boyfriend's hot breath caressed his sensitive flesh and, ultimately, Calcian spoke. "Dad said he wants to try you out first... but then I get you too. Sound good?"

Iwan chuckled good naturedly. "I think I'll take that as a 'yes'."

The Buck moaned around the Elk flesh in his muzzle, quivering as his entire body flushed, an electric jolt bounding down his back, encircling his tail, and then crackling up into his groin. He bleated around the thick hunk of Elk stuffed into his muzzle, eyes tearing as he shamed himself by cumming in his pants, not even touched by either Father or Son.

Off to his side, Calcian was a little more chiding, giving his ear one more nuzzle before saying "Oh, poor Bucky... you've gone and made a mess."

Ceder's boyfriend's hand on his thigh took hold of the Deer's trousers and began to work them off. The Buck's heart skipped a beat; being body shy he wasn't usually one to get naked in front of others but the strong, sure grips on his ears, the mesmerizing feel of fingers caressing them, and the thick, lengthy slab of flesh in between his lips left him at the mercy of the younger Elk who, wasting no time in ridding him of his lower clothes, also didn't hesitate to begin cleaning up the Mule Deer's mess... with his tongue.

Iwan started thrust into Ceder's muzzle, hands pulling him forward to meet each one. The massive Elk let out a breath through his nose before grunting. "Watch the antlers son... I'm still up here, ya know."

The casual comment to his son was so smooth and casual that Ceder was caught by complete surprise as the Stag erupted down the back of Ceder's throat. The Buck squirmed, partially due to the cascade of Elk semen coating his esophagus, but also from the surprising hot, fleshy feel of Calcian's muzzle engulfing his own deerhood. Moaning against the thick tool in his muzzle, Ceder gave up another round of seed, feeding it directly to his boyfriend. His head spun as Calcian pulled back, leaving Iwan free to hoist the Deer up off the sofa.

The buck arched his back as he cried out, then jumped in surprise as a strong arm slipped around the small of his back, a rugged muzzle with accompanying beard-like fur ruffled at its end taking up his vision as a wry grin spread across it. "Don't worry... I got'cha..."

A pair of just-as-strong arms slipped around his midsection as a bare, furred, finely-toned body pressed against him from behind as Calcian closed the gap. "Nah... now I got him..."

The older Elk in front of him offered up a soft, mellow chuckle. "Fine... we've both got him."

The Buck agreed; he was thoroughly 'got'... but nowhere near as 'got' as he was about to be. Feeling Calcian's fur across the entirety of his back and rump, and his boyfriend's furless length pressing against his hip, Ceder had an idea of exactly what was going to come next-- he just wasn't sure WHO would cum next. Closing his eyes, the Buck gave himself over entirely to the feeling as his boyfriend took him from behind.

Grunting, Ceder winced, murmuring out "It's... been... more'n ten years... easy... please!"

Despite his cry for his boyfriend to have care, something deep inside him desperately hoped that Calcian wouldn't. It was that inside voice that was satisfied when, with a quick, jarring thrust, the younger Elk hilted into him, shivering as he buried his nose in Ceder's neck fur, and the Buck felt his insides awash with his boyfriend's seed-- jet after jet filling him up. But apparently not as full as he could be; THAT was about to be remedied.

Iwan somehow managed to perfect his aim from the front, hoisting the Deer up so that he could position his member against his son's. Ceder felt his jaw cramp; his lips made a noiseless, pronounced 'O' as the father managed to slip his shaft into the already tight opening and the Buck's hooves began to twitch as more and more Elk flesh invaded his insides. He nearly lost consciousness as his two partners began to move, slowly at first but, once they'd established their rhythm, the speed and power picked up.

Ceder was sure he came at least as many times as the two of them put together but, in truth, he completely lost count. He'd been invited over for dinner but he turned out to be the main course. It was nearly 10pm by the time they finally sat down to eat; the Buck's chair was fitted with a hernia pillow. He honestly wasn't sure whether to be insulted or thankful. After dinner, as the follow up performance began, he realized it was the latter.