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"Aw fuck!" Dieter exclaimed, squeezing his bicycle's brake levers and squealing awkwardly to a stop by the side of the road.

"Dude, really? Is that your favourite word now or something?" Kristian pedaled on a few more yard, before making a slow lazy arc back to where his twin brother was bent over the top tube of his bike, poking irritably at his ragged rear tyre.

"It is not! I've got a fucking puncture though. Fuck!"

Kristian snorted and dismounted, and the twin deer boys began walking side by side down the quiet streets. They'd been on their way home from school. It was an early Friday evening in mid autumn; cool enough for their breath to be visible, but not yet cold enough to justify wearing heavy coats and gloves.

Well...strictly speaking, the boys had left school a few hours ago, and had made a little detour past the woodland behind Bruno's workshop at the crest of the long, rolling hills which sandwiched the little coastal town between themselves and the sea. They were just twelve years of age, it had been just over a month since their birthday and both of them were beginning to grow their first set of antlers. Little more than bony stubs as yet, but they were being dutifully measured each and every day to track the progress.

The walk home to the rustic, wooden house the Hirschkoff family occupied on the beachfront was a relatively short one, but by the time Dieter and Kristian clumped through the front door, darkness had fallen.

"Finally! What happened, lads?" Bruno rumbled, the twins' father standing up and giving a look which was probably supposed to be stern; but which came accompanied by a broad grin.

"Dieter blew another tyre, dad," Kristian jabbed a thumb at his brother, who scowled.

"Really? Another one? Hmm... Might have to go and buy some more tubes, I think we used the last spare one last week. At least it's Friday, so you won't have to walk to school tomorrow!"

Dieter nodded, and looked almost wistfully over his shoulder to where he could see his bike chained to the front porch. He loved riding his bike with his brother. It was freedom to the twelve year old twins; independence at an age where it was all they could think of. Bruno gave a low chuckle and took two massive strides forward, ruffling both his sons' hair and propelling them forward into the house, pointing to the dinner table.

"I put your dinner back in the oven to keep it hot, who's hungry?"

Two exact mirror-image grins appeared in response, and the giant stag presented two plates of tortellini with a hugely exaggerated flourish, his heavily callused hands handling the hot plates without even a hint of discomfort, even though neither of the twins could touch the ceramic without wincing and recoiling.

Bruno stood leaning against the kitchen counter, dressed in simple sweatpants and a zip-front sweater - his typical 'after-work' clothing choice, as he watched his adopted sons eat.

***

Stillwater Cove was an ancient town - one of those places which wore its centuries of colourful history easily and with a casual pride. Begun as a military fortress and soon afterwards a safe harbor for shipping, over a thousand years of layered histories and rich culture had created a town with such a strong, unique identity that being within it, especially the old quarters, felt distinctly like a step backwards in time to a simpler, pre-industrial age.

The Market Square, the beating heart of the town, was indeed the original military parade ground, and sat at the very southern tip of a low ridge of hills that encircled the town's northern and eastern extents, before dropping abruptly down to the coastal plain which extended away to the south. The artisan district, within which Bruno had his workshop, occupied the crest of that ridge of hills to the north of the Market Square, along the aptly named New Road, built at the dawn of the industrial age to allow heavier and larger loads of goods to be carried to and from the Market.

Bruno, his father, his grandfather and his great-grandfather had all been artisans in the town. Indeed a number of the newer half-timbered structures in the town, those built in the traditional style, bore a telltale carving of a stylised stag's head above the lintel or in the end of the crown-beam in the roof, evidence of the Hirschkoff family's history of carpentry, construction and, more recently, restoration and conservation. Between that, and his day-to-day job building bespoke, artisanal furniture and fittings for people using recycled and storm-felled timber, Bruno's business was gathering momentum.

Their house, which Bruno and his father had built some years ago, was the centerpiece of their business. The rear half of the house was constructed predominantly from the remnants of a 17th-century church which had been badly damaged by a storm. Complete with the vaulted, paneled ceilings, intricately carved columns and mosaic-tile and brickwork floors, the remnants of the church had been integrated into Bruno's house almost seamlessly.

Entering through the front door, there was a short entrance hall, with a bathroom on the left and a kitchen on the right, both with low ceilings which also formed the floor of the upstairs mezzanine. Beyond the kitchen, the immense, vaulted ceiling opened up, into a large open-plan downstairs area, with a rustic dining table - made by Bruno of course - off to one side, near an equally rustic staircase which led up to the mezzanine lounge.

The bedrooms and second bathroom were all upstairs, off in a small cantilevered section on the left side of the house, the bedrooms small but well-proportioned, quaint with paneled walls, wooden floors and windows overlooking the glittering ocean.

***

After dinner, the three stags - Dieter and Kristian were hardly fawns any more - moved themselves upstairs. The TV and couches were on the mezzanine level which overlooked the kitchen and dining space. For their entire lives to date, Dieter and Kristian had always shared a bedroom - and a bed. They were utterly inseparable, and as such the second bedroom intended to be for one of the twins had been converted into a storage space - and a workshop. Because of course, building things was an important aspect in this family.

Kristian and Bruno sat on the sofa together and immediately began discussing what to watch.

"I'm just gonna go shower quickly," Dieter said, and darted off down the hallway.

He returned some fifteen minutes later, dressed just in his boxer shorts, and flopped down on the sofa on the other side of his father, steaming slightly in the cool air. Bruno grinned and laid his arm along the backrest of his sofa behind his slightly-older son. (Dieter had always maintained himself to be the older twin. The difference was barely twelve minutes.)

"Ok, my turn! Don't start a movie until I get back," Kristian said, bouncing out of the sofa and grabbing a towel from the bedroom on his way to the shower.

The small bathroom, much like the rest of the house, was largely constructed from wood. It was warm and welcoming and bright, with a small extractor fan set high in the wall beside a north-facing window. The bathroom was still steamy and hot from Dieter's shower, and Kristian wasted no time stripping off his clothes and clambering into the bathtub. He didn't bother to close the shower curtain. It would only stick to his butt as soon as he turned the water on, anyway. A dull squeak echoed through the bathroom briefly as Kristian turned on the taps, tentatively testing the temperature before stepping under the warm cascade, sighing happily as he felt rivulets of water soaking through his fur to the skin beneath.

With a quiet huff he spread his hooves apart a little, feeling the water running more intimately over his nether regions. Closing his eyes and leaning back under the water, Kristian released his bladder, as he did almost every time he showered. There was something so liberating about peeing in the shower - not having to hold it and aim, or even look. Just pure release. The sensation was somewhat pleasurable, and he rumbled quietly as the sharp, acrid aroma of his piss filled the small bathroom. It was brief, and once he was done Kristian lifted the detachable showerhead and spent quite a long time washing his genitals, licking his lips as the feeling of the hot water against his bare glans and increasingly heavy balls quickly gave him an erection. Those little orbs had definitely begun to grow, hanging lower with every passing month.

A good five minutes passed, Kristian simply standing there holding the showerhead against his erect penis, the 4-inch length twitching and throbbing. It felt good, but after a few minutes it started to feel a bit weird as well, so he stopped and re-hung the showerhead, and focused on actually showering.

Bruno and Dieter both gave him broad, toothy grins as he rejoined them, the younger twin adjusting his boxer shorts slightly and flumping down on his father's left side.

"So what're we watching?" Kris asked.

"Hmm... X-Men?" Bruno suggested.

"Cool with me!" Dieter said.

Bruno set up the DVD and relaxed back on the sofa between his twin sons, gathering them close with an enormous arm around each. Dieter and Kristian snuggled in, sharing body warmth and comfort. It was a unique father-sons relationship, for sure. But Bruno was immensely happy and proud of his boys, and he absolutely adored that they had no problems showing and sharing affection like this.

Towards the end of the movie, Kristian suddenly surfaced, realising he'd been dozing lightly on his father's shoulder, and shifted, drawing a snort from Bruno, who'd been fast asleep as well. The big stag chuckled and gently tugged Kristian closer, kissing his son's head affectionately. Kristian squirmed a little and blushed, suddenly acutely aware of a tightening in his boxer shorts and shifting to cover it with one hand.

Dieter, meanwhile, was having a very similar problem. Watching the lithe, undeniably naked form of Mystique glittering on the TV screen, the older twin had been nursing his erection for quite some time already. Glancing across at Kristian, he blushed, and his twin blushed right back.

The openness between the three of them was extraordinary, but at the age of twelve neither of the boys were particularly confident in their bodies as yet. As such they were also unaware that their youthful arousal, even so soon after showering, carried a distinctive and rather strong scent. Bruno sat between his sons, a little smirk on his muzzle. 'They're growing up,' he thought.

*****

As the movie ended, Bruno sighed massively and ruffled Dieter and Kristian's hair.

"Okay lads, bed time for you two!"

"Uh...Can we have a few more minutes?" Dieter asked.

"Dieter, it's after 10... definitely time for bed, c'mon!" Bruno jostled his sons gently, trying to make them uncomfortable enough to move.

"Dad...no...uh...we need a minute or two...to uh..."

Bruno cracked an enormous grin. "Hah! I see. You two really are growing up, huh?"

Both twins blushed profusely.

"Don't worry about it lads, nothing to hide here. I get em all the time too," Bruno chuckled, the stag standing up and self-consciously holding the bulge of his half-erection in his sweat pants in one hand, trying to minimise its lewdness somewhat.

Dieter and Kristian gaped. This was the first time their father had ever been so...open in front of them. It made Bruno blush and turn his back, tucking his penis down between his thighs and scratching the back of his neck a little.

"Sorry boys. We're dudes, it happens. Uh... yeah, c'mon...brush your teeth already wouldja?"

The twins stood slowly and awkwardly, both of them sporting identically tented boxer shorts. Bruno tried not to stare, and failed dismally, following them into the bathroom. All three of them brushed together, and then with a final tight hug for each of his sons, Bruno slipped into his bedroom and closed the door.

*****

"Fffffuck... What am I doing?" Bruno demanded of himself, pinching the bridge of his nose and leaning on the back of the closed door.

He glared down at his groin, easily able to convince himself that his arousal was due to not getting off in over a week, and nothing to do with his sons. His penis swelled rapidly, pitching an enormous tent in his sweats. He flicked his tail against the smooth wood of the door and gripped himself through the fabric, squeezing hard and letting out a quiet groan as he felt precum welling up along his length, spilling into the pale grey fabric and leaving a thumbnail-sized wet spot.

It was with almost feverish urgency that he kicked off his pants and wrestled his way out of his sweater, the muscular, sculpted stag collapsing on his back onto his bed and immediately wrapping an enormous hand around his rigid penis, one callused fingertip smearing the precum over his swollen glans, before gripping tightly around his midsection and giving short, shallow strokes, his pace rapid and almost desperate; without lube he only had an inch or so of skin movement, which he used to full advantage, his glans swelling and darkening to purple, shining and engorged as he masturbated. His free left hand raised to his chest, tracing the outline of his pectorals and brushing his rough fingertips back and forth against his nipples, eliciting a grunt and an instinctive hip-thrust, the stag's heavy, laden balls bouncing between his rock-hard thighs.

It was less than two minutes outright before Bruno arched his back sharply, his antlers digging into the mattress as fervent heat rushed through his tubes, erupting in powerful, rhythmic jets and splattering his face, chest, tummy and even the bed beside him. He growled and collapsed back onto the bed briefly, his left hand groping around and opening a drawer, pulling out his coconut oil and cracking the lid from the jar. Bruno smeared the slick, tropical-smelling oil all over his still rock-hard penis and propped himself up against the wall behind the bed, closing his eyes and letting his imagination guide him through another, equally quick, powerful orgasm.

As he finished, he thought he heard an argument from his sons' room next door, but in his afterglow he was too preoccupied to think much more of it. Looking down at himself he groaned, his slowly softening penis glistening with coconut oil - his entire body drenched in his own cum. His penis ached, his balls were emptied, he was exhausted - but he desperately needed a shower now. Clumsily he stood, using his hands to smear the cum into his fur to prevent it dripping onto the ground as he walked to the bathroom, stepping under the hot water with a grunt of delight, and glancing down with a smirk as he released his bladder onto his hooves, re-marking the territory he could still strongly smell his sons on. What the hell, he thought, it feels good right?

*****

Dieter's eyes met his brother's across the bathroom sink as Bruno retreated quickly into his bedroom. Kristian was flossing his teeth awkwardly and Dieter was parting his hair with his fingers, peering at his antler stubs in the mirror to see if they'd grown since yesterday.

"I know we're all dudes and stuff, but that was kinda weird," Dieter said after a moment.

Kristian smacked his lips noisily and ran his tongue over his teeth. "Yeah. D'you think he got a stiffy because we both had em?"

"Probably! You smell really strongly when you get one..." Dieter grinned broadly.

"Hey! Not like you don't, Mr Rosy-Dick!" Kristian aimed a playful swat at his brother's crotch, which he deftly avoided.

As the twins stepped out of the bathroom into the dark hallway, Dieter happened to look left to Bruno's bedroom, and noticed the door was ajar - Far enough that Dieter could see a pair of heavily muscled legs hanging off the edge of the bed, shaking slightly. He could hear heavy breathing. Suddenly terrified that his father was hurt, or having a seizure, He grabbed Kristian's arm and tugged him quickly down the hallway, and was just about to shove the door wide open when he saw exactly what Bruno was doing.

Dieter froze, staring, and Kristian looked at his twin in confusion before he too got an eyeful of the view. There was their father, sprawled on his bed, naked, vigorously rubbing his erect penis. His torso was glistening with...something wet. And then, with no warning, as the boys watched, Bruno's back arched and he groaned loudly, his penis twitching visibly in his suddenly shaky grip, spraying milky white stuff all over his body.

The boys gaped, standing there staring for a few moments, both of them feeling themselves immediately tenting their underwear again. Kristian slid his hand into his boxer shorts and rubbed his fingertips over the end of his erection, before feeling a slight tug on his elbow. Dieter silently motioned that they should leave, his twin blushing profusely.

"What...what the hell was he DOING?" Kristian demanded once the boys were in their bedroom, the door securely closed.

"I dunno! I think I've seen him doin' it once before though..."

"D'you think it...ya know...feels good or something?"

"Well...I suppose so. I've never tried. But it feels good when you hold the showerhead against the end of your dick, doesn't it? Or when you rub it on the bed?"

"HEY! You've been watching me shower...?"

"What? No!" Dieter spluttered. "Wait... You do that too?!"

Kristian suddenly blushed, his hand still absently rubbing his tent. "Well...yeah... it...it feels nice, but after a while it just feels weird, like I'm gonna pee or something."

"Hmm...me too. It's different though...I pee in the shower all the time and it certainly feels different."

Kristian nodded and blushed again, clearing his throat and flopping down onto his side of the queen-size bed they shared. Dieter joined his twin, laying on his back and looking down at their identically tented underwear.

"Kris?"

"Yeah?"

"Since we're both...ya know...stiff... do you wanna maybe...try it? What dad's doing?"

Kristian turned his head to look at his brother. Dieter looked back, smirking and shuffling a little closer to his twin, his hands moving to the waistband of his boxershorts.

"Uh..."

"Aw c'mon, if it feels good, what's the harm?" Dieter persisted, his penis throbbing painfully in his underwear.

"Well ok, I guess!"

Kristian shrugged, lifting his hips off the bed and quickly shoving his underwear down to his ankles, a movement which Dieter mirrored at the same moment, the twins' near-identical 4-inch erections springing rigidly free, jutting up out of their fuzzy groins and twitching with their heartbeats. They laid there staring at each other's penises for a few moments, before Kristian tentatively wrapped a hand around his and moved it up and down clumsily. Neither of the boys had ever witnessed or attempted masturbation like this before; sure, Kristian often fondled and played with the tip of his penis when it was stiff, and Dieter took some pleasure from humping his pillow some nights, but this was new to both of them.

Dieter mirrored his brother's movements, shuffling a bit closer to see more clearly, angling his hips towards Kristian a little and gripping his penis in his right paw and pulling down on it slightly, holding around its base and flexing his inner muscles tightly to make it jump and twitch, with a giggle. Kristian watched and copied, the pair of them staring and comparing each other closely.

"Hehe....yours is dripping a bit..." Kristian murmured.

Dieter looked down at his own penis and blushed; a tiny droplet of clear, sticky fluid was clinging to his peehole! Experimentally he smeared it around, finding it to be super slippery. "Hmmm...feels nice..." he muttered, gripping his penis and squeezing it firmly, giving a few shaky, almost compulsive little strokes, causing him to gasp and buck his hips slightly.

"Mm, that looked like it felt better," Kristian grinned, and copied.

Having never done this before, their stroking was awkward, neither of the twins having any muscle memory for this motion yet. Their breath catching, the twins masturbated together for the first time, paws moving in jerky, uncertain movements up and down their identical erections. Before long, Kristian began to leak the same clear fluid, just a small drop of it, but enough that his finger smeared it around his tip, eliciting a groan.

"Aaah...it's...starting to feel weird," Dieter panted, his legs twitching against the bed, his penis stiffer than he could ever remember it being.

"S-same...like it does in the shower... kinda...tickly and a bit painful and...ahh..like I'm gonna...gonna pee or something..."

"Sh-should we keep going?"

"NNNG. Weird!" Kristian bleated, letting go of himself and bracing his hands against the bed, hips jutted forward as his almost painfully stiff little penis bobbed and twitched rhythmically of its own accord, a tiny drip of a slightly opaque, whitish fluid rolling down the underside of his shaft.

"Whoa! Good weird though, right?" Dieter perked his ears.

Half a dozen more firm, awkward strokes later, Dieter suddenly gave a quiet gasp and a bleat, his breath catching in his throat and his hips bucking and convulsing a little - suddenly his penis throbbed hard, over and over, an intense, hot sensation rushing through his loins. And then it happened. Dieter had let go of his penis in shock, and was staring down at it as it sprayed everywhere! A big ol' jet of that clear, sticky stuff spritzed out of his stiff penis, splattering all over his tummy and a little bit on Kristian's hip and thigh.

"DUDE! What the hell, man, you PEED on me!" Kristian recoiled, batting at his brother in surprise.

"I did not! It...fuck! It just happened! What the hell was that?"

"I...I think that's what we...what we just saw dad doing..." Dieter muttered, squirming uncomfortably and staring down at Kristian's penis, which was still as stiff as ever, that little droplet of pearly white liquid running down its length into his fur.

Kristian looked down and saw it too. "You reckon that's what came out of dad's penis? But there was so much! How come yours is...clear?"

"Fuck, I dunno! You should try too!" Dieter blushed profusely, beginning to look around for a towel.

Kristian warily grabbed his stiff penis again, and began firmly tugging his skin back and forth against the back of his swollen glans, laying flat on his back and grinding his hips up into his hand. The feeling came back almost straight away, that weird tickly hot 'gonna-pee' sensation. It made him shudder, and his breath grew shallow. Dieter watched closely, his own hand returning to his penis and rubbing it gently, making him wince.

Eight strokes was all it took. Kristian bleated loudly and jutted his hips up off the bed. Unlike Dieter he kept hold of his penis throughout, squeezing it tightly. Like Dieter's, a little jet of clear fluid spritzed out onto his tummy, and the same throbbing overtook his young body, an intense rush of heat making him shudder as his penis twitched rhythmically in his hand. Once the feeling passed, Kristian panted and collapsed on his back, looking down and seeing his hand slimy with the slippery clear stuff.

"Oh man..." Kristian muttered. "That...feels really good..."

"Y-yeah, that was really... Shhh!" Dieter suddenly yanked a blanket over them both as they heard hoofsteps right outside their door...but Bruno was just going to the bathroom, it seemed. Or the shower.

Dieter and Kristian looked at each other and blushed. "Do you think he was...doing this...that whole time?!" Kristian said.

"It's only been ten minutes!"

"Oh...Felt like way longer...Aw dude, what the heck, now the blanket's covered in stuff!" Kristian moaned.

"Fuck!"

Kristian glared at his brother and huffed, the less sticky of the twins getting off the bed and rummaging around for a used towel. He tossed it at Dieter, who mopped the remnants of his first ever orgasm from his torso and penis, then handed it to his brother. Kristian wiped his hand on it and flopped back onto the bed with his twin.

An awkward silence filled the room for a few minutes, and then Dieter turned his head and looked at his twin, cracking a grin.

"Wanna do it again?"

*****

The following morning, Bruno woke up early and lay in bed for a few minutes gazing up at the ceiling. A broad patch of low sunshine cast a golden beam across the room onto the far wall, and the stag lay watching dust motes dancing in the light for several minutes as he slowly woke up. Rubbing his eyes firmly he swung his massive legs off the edge of the bed and stood up slowly, letting out a long, low murmur of appreciation at the feeling of the sun's heat against his naked back. This was the best kind of sunshine. Well...second-best. The best would always be sunshine immediately after rain. But this was a very close second. Six in the morning. Bruno turned around slowly, bathing in the light. It was invigorating, and the stag could swear he could feel his blood singing in his veins, seeking the light.

Reluctantly he pulled on his sweat pants, grunting at the stains from the previous evening, and quietly opening his bedroom door. Quiet snoring could be heard from Dieter and Kristian's bedroom, and Bruno very gently pushed the door open.

The scent which greeted him was unmistakable, musky and spicy, and the sight of both his sons laying naked on the bed, the blanket only half-covering them, made him grin broadly. They were growing up, definitely. Maybe last night was the night... he'd have to ask them, in the subtlest of ways.

Bruno descended the stairs and turned off the central heating, then began rummaging through the fridge for something breakfast-shaped.

*****

Kristian stirred first, rolling over in his sleep and snuggling into his sleeping twin. Dieter huffed a little in his sleep and wriggled, but continued snoring softly. The bedroom was brightening slowly, and Kristian couldn't quite go back to sleep. Very gently he pressed his hips forward, the warmth of his brother's thigh against his naked body causing blood to flow into his loins, and a gentle gasp to escape his lips as his erection rubbed through the velvety fur on his twin's body. Slipping a hand tentatively down, Kristian gripped his penis between thumb and forefinger, rubbing his bare glans through that downy fur and letting out a sound that might've been a little too loud.

Dieter opened one eye, turned his head to look at his brother, and gave a smirk.

"Eww! I guess you're awake!" he muttered, pointedly pressing his thigh into Kristian's groin.

Kristian went bright pink and pulled back. "Heh...morning. Was hoping you wouldn't wake up just yet..."

"I never said you had to stop..."

Kristian almost fell off the bed as Dieter pushed the blanket down, revealing his own morning erection, throbbing gently.

"Um... D'you think we can... do that... every time we get stiff?" Dieter pondered out loud.

"I dunno! We should ask Dad sometime, maybe..."

Dieter nodded and chuckled "Like now?"

Kristian's teeth flashed white in the golden morning sunshine.

*****

As the twins stumbled downstairs moments later, Bruno turned his head and looked over his shoulder from his spot on the bench overlooking the beach. Tendrils of steam rose around his muzzle from the mug of tea he was sipping, and he set it down to stand and step inside.

"Mornin' lads! Hungry?"

"Starving," Dieter answered.

"Eggs are in the pan! Should still be hot, maybe just turn the stove back on for a few minutes to re-heat em."

Kristian made toast while Dieter reheated the poached eggs, and the boys joined their father on the back porch, eagerly stuffing their muzzles.

"Plans for today?" Bruno asked.

"Bike shop!" Dieter said with a mouthful of egg.

"Then...arcade!" Kristian added.

"Hah! Alrighty then...well... I'm heading out to a drinks thing tonight with a couple of the guys I work with, so I'll leave you some dinner in the fridge. Or you could eat out, whichever you want."

"Actually Archie next door invited us over tonight," Dieter admitted.

"Oh? When was this?"

Dieter shrugged. "Sometime on Thursday I think."

Bruno chuckled. The skunk next door was a couple of years older than Dieter and Kristian, but the three of them often rode to school together and they seemed to get along well.

"Plus, Archie just got a playstation..." muttered Kristian, finishing his breakfast and burping loudly.

"Oh I see!" Bruno exclaimed. "Well...try to avoid fighting games, that's all I can say."

Dieter rolled his eyes "As if we'd be into fighting games..."

Bruno wrapped one enormous arm around each of the twins and pulled them close. "That's my boys."

Kristian snorted. "Hey Dad?" he asked.

"Yep...?"

"Uh..."

Dieter rolled his eyes. "Um... you know how you said... we didn't have to hide stuff from you, and we could talk about anything?"

"...Yeeeeeah..." Bruno was simultaneously nervous about what was coming next, and SO ready to discuss what he thought it would be.

Dieter's ears flattened to his skull, and he squirmed a little awkwardly. "Um... Well... We kinda... saw what you were doin last night."

"You WHAT?!" Bruno's heart stopped.

"You left the door open!"

"Oh shit... Deets I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to leave the door open! Uh... how much did you see?" Bruno was almost terrified to know.

"Oh enough," Kristian piped up airily.

"Squirty squirt."

"Yuh."

"Um..." Dieter coughed lightly. "We... tried it out, afterwards."

This was absolutely not the way Bruno had been expecting this conversation to go. But as his confidence recovered from the humiliation of having been caught jerking off by his adolescent twin sons, Bruno cracked a sheepish little smile and took a sip of his tea. "Oh? Annnnd... how'd it go?"

"Heh! Well it feels really weird! Like all tingly and hot and stuff and then it goes all shaky and like, bounce bounce, and... well not much stuff came out, but it's all slippery and weird!" Kris blurted out.

"Yeah! And uh... we wanted to know... how often can we do that?" Dieter shrugged.

"Alright. Huh." Bruno raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Well first of all, do you know what that's called? When you rub it and stuff comes out? Or why it happens?"

The two young fawns shook their heads in unison, Kristian shrugging softly across at his brother.

"Well, you remember what we discussed that time about puberty, right? How your antlers would start growing in, and you'd both suddenly start growing taller and your voices would break, and other things would grow too?" Bruno began, thinking hard about how he was going to structure this talk.

"Oh yeah, they talked about that at school a bit too, but it was kinda weird. They said they couldn't give us much detail because of how everyone's different how they develop, with different races and species and stuff!" Kris shrugged again.

"Ahh, of course! Well you remember the bit about eggs and sperm, right? Boys make sperm and girls make eggs and when the two meet they make a baby? When your penises go all hard, and you rub them and they feel all tingly and go throb-throb and that stuff squirts out, that's how your body makes sperm. When you rub it with your hand, or onto a pillow or something, that's called masturbating."

"Mass...debating. Right. Gotcha," Dieter frowned in concentration. It was way too early in the morning for this.

"But like... can we do that whenever we get a stiffy?" Kris asked.

Bruno burst out laughing. "Well if you can, more power to ya! Most guys can only manage one or maybe two in a day. But you'll find that almost everyone masturbates - it's kinda instinctive I think. It's... well it's a nice way to simulate sex. That's why it feels nice to rub your hand up and down along it. But masturbating is perfectly natural, it's normal, and I totally think you two should do it as often as you feel like... within this house."

Bruno's tone turned more serious at the last.

"We live in a pretty tolerant place, this town, but masturbating is something you should only do in private. I do it all the time but you only found out about it last night. See?"

That thought floated around the twins' heads for some time, and eventually sunk in. "Huh. Right. So it IS normal, it's something we can do a lot, if we want, but we have to be a little bit secretive about it?" Kris ventured.

"Well... I dunno about secretive as such. But definitely don't do it on the train, or in class, or out in public where just anyone could see you. I don't care how much you do it around the house, or where, as long as you make sure you uh.. clean up after yourselves. As you get older and puberty starts, you'll notice your penises will get bigger and probably more... insistent. It'll be harder to ignore a stiffy. And when you cum... that's a casual word for ejaculate, which is when you squirt - you'll squirt more and more stuff as you get older. Uh... can I ask, last night, how much came out? And was it clear, or white?"

Dieter cackled happily, "Hah! It's already hard to ignore a stiffy! Look!" He tugged out the waistband of his shorts and boxers, urging Bruno to look down at his erect penis.

"Oh, hello there Deets! Haha. Looking good. Does everything work okay? Like... after that operation on the skin a few years ago, it doesn't hurt at all when they get hard or anything, right?" Bruno was silently thankful for his sons' openness at this point, for the ability to check up on things like this!

Dieter shrugged. "Mine's fine! Doesn't hurt at all like it did before. And um... we both... ejac... jack you lated... clear stuff I think?" he looked over at Kristian with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah! Mine had a little bit of pearly stuff on the tip afterwards," Kris added, his cheeks flushed bright pink, although he too tugged open the waistband of his shorts to allow Bruno to look in, which the older stag did, his sweatpants sharply tented with his own erection as he took hold of Kristian's waistband, taking a good look at his son's penis.

"Hmm. Looks really good, Kris! And you know that if you ever have any concerns, any problems, anything you don't know or want to know, or _any_thing like that, you can approach me right?" Bruno released Kris's shorts, covering him up and ruffling both boys' hair. "I'll never judge you for asking anything at all. I grew up in a house where it was really, really bad to even acknowledge the existence of a penis, let alone talk about it. And damn, now I've got a boner too!"

Bruno laughed, flexing his muscles to make the loose tent in his sweatpants jump.

Dieter, for his part, cracked a grin that was a perfect simulacrum of his father's, and shrugged. "Hey, we're all dudes, right?"