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“June…"

His brother's deep, rich chuckle brushed through Caliper's ear. “What, Cal?" June nipped his younger brother's ear and nuzzled into the base of one of Caliper's antler's. He'd pulled Caliper off the park trail and around some trees before hugging his sweaty little brother close to him. Both deer were walking one last lap around the trail to cool down after their run. June took a deep breath of the other deer and groaned softly, his hands groping down Caliper's sides.

“Excuse me?"

Both Caliper and June sprung apart like someone fired a gun over their heads. Standing on the park trail was an old black lab, lips of her muzzle lined with grey hairs. She wore a big knit sweater and held a cane in one hand. She laughed a little at both boys who watched her like she was a pair of headlights.

The old fur said, “Don't worry, boys. I just want to say, it's so brave of you both to be so affectionate in public. Really, more furs should be accepting of couples like you."

Caliper had to keep his jaw clenched tight to stop the laughter at the back of his throat. June answered the lab, “Uh, thanks ma'am. We appreciate it." She had no idea they were brothers, she was just commending them for being gay in public. She nodded sweetly and kept on her walk. Both brothers watched her turn a corner and disappear around a stand of trees before they started laughing.

Caliper punched his older brother. “You big idiot."

June grinned, the dots of white scattered across the left side of his face lopsided and handsome. “What?" he asked innocently. “We're just a couple brave enough to—"

“Come here you," Caliper grabbed his brother by the horn and silenced him with a kiss.

***

Going to the park to run had been June's idea. Cal wanted to start accompanying him on his runs but didn't have near the stamina of his older brother, so they used the shorter tracks at the park. Which the city kept clear of snow and ice during winter. Which they were in the throes of. Mid-January and there'd yet to be a day where the snow melted the last couple weeks. It just piled on and on. The season was the main reason June didn't get on his knees in the snow and try to blow his brother behind a tree.

As they drove up the hills to where their home was nested, Cal rubbed June's inner thigh. He touched his brother in every way he normally couldn't in front of most furs: at times groping June in his shorts, nuzzling his shoulder, kissing his cheek. It made concentrating on the slick roads more difficult. But June didn't tell his brother to stop, because as soon as they pulled into their driveway the affection receded like a retreating tide.

June pulled in beside the truck his father drove. Both boys got out, and when they walked through the door they confirmed what the truck told them: their father was home. Cole was thirty-eight, and had some grey spots at the end of his muzzle. June got his height from his dad, and both sons shared similar coats, but Cole's hair was a chocolate brown also speckled with grey around its edges. The mature buck clearly used to be athletic, but years behind the wheel of a truck and age had softened his frame and given him a slight gut. His muzzle was a bit heavier set than his sons' as well, but he shared their hazel eyes, which lit up when he saw them both walk through the door.

“Hey boys," Cole said, turning on the couch to face them. On the TV he paused some car show he usually watched before heading into work. At the turn of the year, their dad got a job working ten hour night shifts delivering mail from a distribution center to local post offices that dotted the areas around it. It paid better and their dad no longer spent days at a time out of the house. But also their dad didn't spend days at a time out of the house.

“Hey dad, you working tonight?" Cal asked as he went to the fridge to get a glass of filtered water.

“Yeah," Cole answered, “I got called in about an hour ago. Shouldn't be gone all night, just covering for someone who got sick."

Cole said it facing the TV, so June and Cal exchanged a look. Really their dad hadn't stopped them from having sex, but it was more the little things they missed like lying on top of each other on the couch, pushing their beds together and sleeping together, and just being casually affectionate with one another outside of their room. Something about living together but not being able to exchange kisses in the kitchen or casually hop into the shower with Cal left the house with an atmosphere of disappointment, adjustment, and hiding secrets. June had come out to their dad as gay months ago, and he seemed totally supportive of both his queer sons, but hiding their relationship was another closet neither really knew what to do aside from quietly exist in it.

Cal announced, “I'm gonna go take a shower," and went off to the bathroom.

“I'll take one after you," June said before sitting on the opposite end of the couch with his dad.

The older deer wore a blue-black-white plaid button up and jeans that cuffed right where his hooves began. He answered a text on his phone before setting the device on the couch between them. He settled into the couch and said, “You and Cal just go for another run?"

“Yep," June said, mimicking his father's posture as the TV buzzed between them.

“You know, it's been real nice seeing how close you two have been lately."

June's ears flicked, but he played it cool: “Where's this coming from?"

Cole kept watching TV, but shrugged. “I just mean, ever since you came out you two have been close like you were when you were younger." Cole chuckled. “I remember you used to lead Cal around by the hand when we shopped at Home Depot just to make sure he wouldn't get lost. Not that y'all are holding hands anymore, but it's good to see you two doing things together again. For a while there it seemed like the only thing you both shared was a bedroom."

June fished his phone out of his pocket and skimmed through his messages just so he could look down and hide his expression. It was hard not to stupidly beam thinking about Cal or just how “close" they really were. It was also hard to suppress a nervous sigh of relief that this conversation wasn't heading anywhere else… for a moment June worried their dad had somehow heard them or something.

Eventually June managed to say, “Yeah, a lot's changed… but I'm glad we're closer, too."

“Heh, sorry if I'm getting too mushy," Cole said. “It just makes me happy to see the two of you happy. Being back home every day… it feels like I'm catching up on your lives, and I'm grateful for it."

This time June looked over at his dad but the older buck pointedly kept watching TV. June suddenly felt guilty for wishing his dad had his old job back. He gave up a lot, and missed basically half of the last five years to work for them both… did June really have a right to be annoyed that Cal couldn't fuck him whenever with their dad home?

June managed a quiet, “Dad…" before Cole loudly got off the couch with a groan. He stretched and said, “Welp, I should make dinner. You two must be hungry after exercising, huh? TV's yours, June."

“Uh, yeah, sure," June said, a bit frustrated. His father wasn't one for affection. He was quiet and withdrawn even when home, and what they just exchanged was perhaps the most intimate thing his father had said to him in weeks. He knew his dad loved them. He just showed it differently. He did things like cooking for them, quietly cleaning up after both boys, all the nights at work, and taking June out two years ago to buy the jeep with money his dad had been putting aside since the divorce. June and Cal learned a long time ago how to take care of themselves without their dad around, but Cole almost seemed overcompensate when he was home to make up for the times when he was not around. But all that quiet devotion added up to a moving sum of how deeply Cole loved them both.

The guilt June felt rolled over into a quiet grief as he watched his dad step into the kitchen and start pulling things from the fridge. He had no clue how to show his dad that they saw and appreciated everything he sacrificed for them.

Then the phone on the middle cushion buzzed. June was so conditioned by his own phone he glanced down without thinking as the screen lit up with a new message.

It read: Looking forward to seeing you daddy~

That unmistakable tone made June choke a little. His gaze darted to his dad in the kitchen. His father worked at the cutting board, back to June. Lump in his throat, June quietly grabbed his father's phone. His dad didn't keep a code on his lock screen, which right now seemed absurd considering the texts his father must've been getting. In his father's message history, under a contact named “Jacob," a clear script unfolded for June. His dad did not actually get called in tonight, he was answering a booty call of a dom he started texting back in November, a few weeks after June came out. His face flushed beneath the white tracks of his muzzle, ears tilted toward the kitchen to carefully listen to his father's knife work while he learned more about his father than he expected. June had no idea how old dad's partner was, but he knew he was young. He talked about being in college, and judging by the nudes he saw, he was a reindeer with Cal's build. Twinkish and slim and hung, only with a coat a much darker brown. His dad's nudes told June where both brothers got their own endowment from.

Cal threw the phone away and slumped deeper into the couch, staring up over the TV as he tried to process what he saw. First thing: his dad was not going into work tonight but meeting a regular fuck of his. Second: his dad liked dick. That shouldn't have been as shocking as it was, but with two gay sons he'd not said anything to either of them about it? Third: the deer in question got real hot at the thought of fucking an older man and his dad seemed really into that, too. Fourth: …did June share his dad's taste in boys? Studs who knew how to make another fur sub no matter how much bigger or older they were? Fifth: did June tell Cal? Did he tell his dad he saw—shit he read that message which meant his dad would know someone opened his messages… No, his dad wasn't that tech savvy, June was sure he was safe there. But what the fuck do I do with this information? June asked himself.

He needed to talk to Cal. He needed his brother to make sense of this altered world June now lived in.

***

Caliper found his brother in their room, lying on his back and still dressed. He stared straight at the ceiling. The younger deer gently shut the door behind him and said, “Uh, June?"

“Yeah?" said still staring up.

“You okay?"

“Nope."

Caliper arched a brow. He dropped the towel around his waist and climbed naked into bed, wrapping June in an embrace. “What's wrong, June?"

His brother turned on his side so they both faced each other. June definitely looked troubled. “It's about dad."

Caliper's grip on his brother tightened as he filled with panic. “Did he find out?"

“No, no it's not that."

Caliper sighed. “Okay, don't scare me like that."

“Cal, our dad has a boyfriend—or a boy toy or something."

Caliper blinked. “A what?"

“Right?"

“No June, I need you to explain."

June said, “I didn't mean to, but I looked through dad's phone. He's not going to work tonight, he's answering a booty call, Cal. Some college buck he's been texting since November."

Caliper took a moment to process that. “Huh."

“You're handling this much better than I did."

“Did you, like, see them sexting?"

“I saw their nudes!"

“How were they?"

“Cal!"

“What?" Caliper said, sitting up. “I can't be curious about who our dad is screwing?" He glanced at the door and then whispered, “Or what dad's dick is like…"

“Come on, Cal," June hissed. “This isn't a time to joke!"

Caliper laughed a little pecked his brother on the nose. “What? I think it's great dad has someone. Weird how he's keeping it a secret from us, but considering how much younger this fur is maybe he's just embarrassed?"

That gave his older brother pause. “I suppose that could be why."

“Yeah, can you imagine how weird it'd be if he brought some nineteen year old deer home and was like, 'Hey boys, here's my new partner. Name's Dave, he goes to the college you were applying to June and—erk—" a hand closed on Caliper's muzzle.

“That's enough," June said.

Caliper wiggled out of his grip and added, “Be cool if he did bring the guy over though. I'd bet he'd be into fucking you."

“Do you ever stop?"

Caliper smiled confidently and leaned in to kiss his brother. June let him, and the two exchanged a deep, brief kiss before Caliper broke it and asked, “Do you ever want me to stop?"

“That's the problem," June said while stroking Caliper's cheek, “I don't."

The two nuzzled each other before Caliper sat up and glanced at the door. He told June what he was thinking, “It does make me a bit sad our dad is keeping this from us."

June scooted up the bed so he sat against the wall, fingers idly running up and down Caliper's side. “Yeah, I get that. He told me right before I found out how happy he was to see us close again."

Caliper sat back into his brother's bigger, broader chest, wrapping June's arm around his ribs. The scent of his brother was barely different from his with how much their fur rubbed together at this point—just stronger because June hadn't showered yet. It was a comforting smell that had put Caliper at ease for most of his life. He said, “It also makes me sad that we keep things from him, June."

“Yeah…" June muttered. They both felt that grief, but had long since decided the risk of telling their father was too great.

“This sucks," Caliper added.

“I know, Cal." June hugged his brother tighter to his chest.

“I want to do something about it."

“Hmm?"

Caliper twisted around so he sat on his knees in the bed. He fixed June with a hard stare and said, “I'm going to tell him about us. And if he gets mad… well whatever. What's he going to do? Kick us both out? We'll still be together and I don't think he has the guts. The worst thing he could do is separate us, and we're both too old to let him do that."

June's ears folded backwards a bit. “Cal…"

“What?"

“I don't know if I'm ready to have my dad threaten to kick us both out."

Caliper pursed his lips, but eventually sighed. “You're right… I won't say anything without you there with me, June. And I don't want to pressure you into anything." Caliper's hands closed to fists as he added, “It's just—I hate hiding this. The last few weeks have been torture. At least before that we could always look forward to when dad left." Caliper reached up and rested a hand over June's heart. “I just want to be able to touch you the way I've always wanted to touch you, June."

June took his brother's hand and lifted it to his muzzle for a tender kiss. “I know, Cal. I hate being stuck like this, too."

Both brothers fixed each other with long, quiet looks before Caliper's ears flicked and he took his hand back. “Hey, want to cheer me up?"

June chuckled. “Of course."

“What's dad's boy like?"

June scoffed and shook his head. “Is that really what you want right now?"

Caliper tried to give his best doe-eyed expression. “Come on, June, distract me with dad's secrets instead of letting me feel bad about ours."

“Alright, alright. Well his name is Jacob—"

“Ohhhhhh, sexy—"

“Will you shut up?" June shoved his brother, but both felt smiles peaking at the corners of their lips.

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Tell me more about Jacob, though."

“He calls our dad daddy and also doms him."

Caliper didn't mean to snicker as loud as he did. “So that's where you get it from."

“Cal!" this time the older buck playfully punched Caliper's shoulder. “Just cause it's true doesn't mean you have to say it."

“It that it, though? You said there were nudes, right?"

“Well…" June thought about this one. “Jacob's coat is darker than ours and he's got black hair and a dark muzzle with a cute lip piercing—looks pretty young and—"

“What's his dick like, though?"

“God, Cal you are such a size queen."

Caliper leaned back and folded his arms over his chest. “I don't seem to remember you complaining whenever I introduce you to another big-dicked boy." At this point there had been many. June was hot and hot property for tops. It wasn't hard to find studs looking to fuck him, and Caliper honestly enjoyed watching his older brother get fucked.

“Fine—he's hung. He's like, what's that fur we fucked New Year's Eve, the bull?"

“Bryce?"

“Yeah, he's like Bryce down there, big, but the real treat is how much girth there is."

Caliper nodded.

“You know with how much you've passed me around it's incredible our dad hasn't found out."

“We just know not to fuck any Jacobs. Dad seems pretty happy with him so he probably won't run into a Bryce anytime soon. It's not like dad hangs out at college bars."

“As far as we know," June said. He groped his brother's thighs and added, “There's one more thing, though. Which is what probably got me the most messed up."

June stared at where he kneaded Caliper's thigh, so he didn't see when his younger brother cocked his head. He had to add a “Hmm?"

And received a quiet, “He's not some big stud… he's like you, Cal."

“Uh…"

“Yeah, if the guy was bigger I think it wouldn't have messed me up, but…" June licked his lips and swallowed before he met Caliper's gaze, “I guess dad's where I get my taste in boys?"

A thought turned over in Caliper's head. He never considered it simply because he assumed his father's appetites were nowhere near where June had just placed them. He whispered, “What if we didn't tell him about us, but just came on to him?"

June hissed, “Don't joke about that, Cal!"

Caliper leaned in and kept his voice low but forceful, “I'm just saying, why have our dad go out sneaking around across town when he could just have me."

“Because you're his son!" June said.

“It didn't stop you."

“That's different—Cal you can't do this."

Caliper squeezed his brother's wrist and asked, “What do we have to lose, June?"

“Each other, our dad?" June said it like it was completely obvious.

“I don't think we will."

“Cal…" but Caliper silenced him by lifting his brother's hand to his face and nuzzling into it. June eventually cupped his brother's cheek.

“I know you're scared, June."

“He's done so much for us, Cal…" June's fingers stroked behind his brother's ear. “I don't want to hurt him."

“But what if this does the opposite?"

June bit his bottom lip for a moment before he asked, “You really think so?"

Caliper reached up and wrapped a hand around June's neck, pulling his brother to him so their noses touched. He didn't break his gaze on June when he said, “I've got a gut feeling about this June. I really think this will make him happy."

“If you're sure… okay then."

“Thank you." Caliper kissed his brother before resting his muzzle along the top of June's. “I love you—you know I wouldn't do anything I thought might hurt you."

“I know, Cal," June nuzzled upward into his younger brother. “I'm sorry I've been so scared."

“It's okay, I get it. Trust me, if dad's into that Jacob boy, I bet that appetite came from somewhere."

A knock on the door startled both deer for a second time that day. They heard their father say from the other side, “Boys? Dinner's ready."

“Heh, speaking of appetites," Caliper said. The younger deer made to get up but June pulled him back into the bed.

“Wait a sec," June said.

“One last kiss for good luck?"

June blushed a little. “Yeah…" and leaned into his brother's muzzle.

***

Dinner that night: chicken fajitas. First the chicken breasts in a light dry rub of salt, cumin, cayenne, garlic powder, paprika, and chili powder before seared on both sides with a cast iron then finished in the oven then left to cool and sliced into strips. While it finished, the veggies which he prepped already: various peppers and an onion the size of Cole's fist cut into long slices, minced garlic, spot of oil, and sautéed while he rolled dough for the tortillas he cooked in the other pan on the stove. Flour ones—June didn't like corn tortillas and Cole and Cal didn't mind the preference. At this point the meal was so routine it was meditative for the older buck.

Cole's mother had gone to culinary school, and passed on plenty of lessons to Cole. At one point he thought he might try and open a restaurant, then June was born, and, well, Cole did all of his cooking at home after that. He didn't really have the safety-net or luxury to make risky financial investments when there was a kid to take care of. Then came Cal, who took to following his dad around the kitchen by the age of five. Cole could still remember the young deer's knees wobbling as he looked over the counter to watch Cole's knife work.

Cooking was the sort of thing that could cool the smoldering need Jacob had stoked in him with his texts earlier. Cole met the boy through work. While making a delivery in town, the young buck just so happened to be the one working the dock he backed his truck into. He saw something in Cole that Cole didn't even notice, and when Cole picked up on that he was being flirted with for the first time in years (he couldn't remember the last time a woman looked at him like Jacob did the first time he saw the older buck), he was so flustered he couldn't even deny the assumptions Jacob made about him when the young reindeer asked for his number. Cole gave it to him, but it took three days to respond to the first message Jacob sent, a simple: Hey daddy~

It had been downhill since. Though perhaps downhill was the wrong word because he hardly disliked what Jacob did to him, and Jacob did tell him about the opening for the job he had now. Being in town, he saw Jacob a lot more. And his sons of course. He was so grateful for both the boost in confidence and the new job that Cole still struggled with how to properly repay the younger buck. Aside from the obvious way.

After knocking on his sons' door to let them know dinner was ready, he went back to his phone and saw Jacob sent an image. It was the slim buck smirking at the camera, shirtless with a collar dangling in his hand. A caption that read, I got you a gift for when you get here <3.

Cole huffed and wondered if he could convincingly tell the boys he needed to go in an hour earlier. He texted back an uninspired if quick, I can't wait before he heard the door to his boys' room open. He quickly locked his phone and turned on them both. They each wore pajamas, though Caliper chose to go without a shirt. His fur was still just a little damp and clung to body in a way that really helped to outline his figure. He had a body just like Jacob—

Cole coughed to disrupt his own train of thought before he said, “Just fajitas tonight, boys, nothing fancy."

All the food was still in the kitchen ready to be assembled. While Cal got plates June said, “Fancy for you." He grabbed a plate Cal offered before turning to assemble his tortillas.

Cal said while he waited his turn, “Yeah dad, Roy begs me to cook for his family when I come over so we don't have to eat what they make."

Cole chuckled. “I guess we're special case. You ever cook for them? I bet it'd impress his parents."

“No, it'd be weird. Plus I think his mom and dad like things unsalted."

Cole shrugged. “Can't help other people's tastes."

“Besides, keeping the food here is how I make sure Roy always wants to come over."

“That and something else," June said with a playful hip bump into Cal's side as he exited the kitchen with three full tortillas on his plate. Valentina sauce—too much of it, Cole thought—spilled from the tortillas and onto the plate.

“What's that supposed to mean?" Cole asked with a quirked brow. He stepped back to let his son slip by and sit on the couch and put the plate on the coffee table. They didn't have anywhere in the house for a proper kitchen table.

Cal said as he used the bottom of a spoon to spread sour cream across a tortilla, “June thinks Roy has a crush on him. I told him if Roy did, he would have already fucked him."

Cole's ears flicked a little at Cal's bluntness. Usually his boys didn't talk about sex so openly around him, and then he watched Cal lick a fleck of sour cream off his fingers, sucking on the digit a second too long, his hazel eyes glancing at his father's. Cole felt a surprising heat rising to his cheeks and somewhere else. He really did need to get out of the house soon.

“Who says he hasn't already?" June called from the couch.

“Because he'd totally gloat about it, dude," Cal answered as he finished assembling his plate.

June changed the subject with, “Can you get me a glass of water while you're in there, Cal?"

“Sure sure, make them too spicy again?"

Cole shook his head. “Too much Valentina."

“It's not even that hot of a hot sauce," Cal said while he retrieved the pitcher from the fridge.

June turned around on the couch and said, “Eat me, okay?"

“Later, I promise."

June scoffed.

Cole's mouth hung open ever so slightly. Was he watching his sons flirt with each other? He supposed with how affectionate they became over the last few months that banter like this was just a natural extension of all that… but still—

Cal passed by with a plate in one hand and two glasses of water in the other. Then he did something that made Cole's blush reach the felt white of his ears. He pecked Cole on the cheek, as if it was a totally natural thing for them to do. Cole managed to not flinch as Cal said, “Thanks dad," then put his plate and the glasses down on the coffee table before sitting beside June.

Cole walked rigidly into the kitchen and started putting together his plate. June always put less veggies than meat, and so Cole of course was a bit sparing with how much chicken he put on his tortillas. He just needed to keep thinking about mechanics of eating food with his sons, not about them acting like they were all less family and more… like what? He couldn't even think it. It made him a little short of breath and a little firm in his jeans, and both those things made him very alarmed.

The buck took as long as he thought he could in the kitchen while Cal and June talked on the couch. He normally ate his meal without adding anything to it, preferring to taste as much as possible the chicken and the veggies to roll the flavors in his mouth and consider what he might change for next time. Tonight, though, he added sour cream, a sprinkling of queso fresco, and Valentina sauce—nearly as much as June put on his. When he went to get a drink, he reached for the bottle of whiskey in the corner of the counter without thinking. He stopped himself, though. He was supposed to be pretending like he was getting ready for work so he could see Jacob. Jacob—he was just pent up and Jacob would help get rid of these strange feelings. With a glass of water, he joined his son's on the couch.

June sprung up soon as he did. Plate already cleared, he asked, “There enough for seconds dad?"

Staying in the kitchen had helped calm Cole down some. So he was able to say to his son, “Just don't take all the chicken."

“Right, right, got to make sure there's enough for Cal to bulk up."

Cal leaned forward and spanked June as the deer passed. June laughed while Cal said, “Keep it up, June. We'll see how much I need to bulk up when I'm wrestling you to the ground."

“Promises, promises," June said from the kitchen. This time Cal scoffed and Cole felt a stirring mixture of arousal and discomfort at his arousal while his sons flirted in front of him. The thought of Cal pinning June… and what's worse June didn't seem opposed to that and—

What mercifully broke his train of thought was Cal nestling up against his father. Cole gasped a little and glanced down at his son before setting his plate on the table and reaching for the remote. A show, a movie, the news, anything to excuse himself from looking at his son. He was horrified Cal might see right through him to what it was he wanted in that moment, to what he thought about the moment before.

Cal said, quietly, only for him, “Thanks for cooking, dad."

“It's not a problem, Cal," he said dryly. He flipped channels till he settled on an edited-for-TV action movie.

Cal kept leaning against Cole's side, and the older buck wished he had any reason to get up and hide the half-erect bulge he was sure anyone could see. His son said, “You know, if you ever need help with dinner, you can always ask."

“I know I can."

Cal traced a finger down Cole's forearm. “Yeah, but I miss cooking with you. And now that you're here all the time, it doesn't make sense we don't cook together more often."

Cole remembered teaching his son to cook again. The young wobbly knees. This was his son, he told himself. His teenage son. But when he glanced down at Cal, the young buck's gaze held affection and something else underneath, and his pajamas really did nothing to hide the bulge of his mature, hung—

June interrupted them both by crashing back down on his side of the couch. He set his plate down and added for Cal, “Plus, if you have a helper in the kitchen, you can cook more food and I can just eat as much as I want."

Cal, who had his knees curled up on the couch, kicked his brother. “Can't you see I'm trying to have a moment with our dad?"

“Yeah, well, what if I want to be a part of it?" June said. “He's my dad, too."

God what were these two doing and why was it having such an effect on him? They could be affectionate and playful with him, but never like this.

Cal ignored him and asked Cole, “When do you have to go in, dad?"

From very far away Cole heard himself say, “Soon."

Then, from Cal, “Aww, can't you be a little late? We just got you back and they're already calling you in on your day off. We want to spend more time with you."

Cole finally looked away from the TV and down the couch at his two sons. Both watched him for an answer, June's ears tilted a little towards Cole, and Cal watched him with a little pout on his muzzle. Despite everything, Cole found himself smiling when he said, “Yeah, of course. I can leave at nine."

Seeing both his boys light up with that promise made him beam, too. Cal wrapped his arms around him and hugged Cole, nuzzling into his father's shoulders while he said, “Thanks dad. You're the best."

The affection did feel really good. If he embraced that his sons just loved him and wanted to spend time together, he could step outside his own head and relax a little. He settled into the couch a little more and chuckled. Cal did not let him go till Cole told him, “You have to let me eat, though."

“Oh, right," Cal said, releasing him. Cal did not stop leaning against Cole's side, however. June soon finished his second helping, and he sprawled across the rest of the couch, resting his head on Cal's hip while his legs hung over the arm of the couch. Both boys seemed content to watch the action movie chug through a car chase while Cole ate. He occasionally stole glances at both his son's now, appreciating how good both his boy's looked. They were different, sure, but both were handsome in their own right. He was proud of how they turned out, and having all three of them cuddling on the couch filled Cole with a deep affection for both boys. Regardless of how awkward he felt before, he wanted more evenings with the three of them like this. This close.

Unlike his nerves, the firmness in his jeans had not retreated at all.

He placed his finished plate back on the table, and Cal casually snuggled farther up on Cole. He looked down to see his son smiling warmly up at him, and Cole had to suppress a sudden, alarming urge to kiss him. At the same time, Cal reached up and gently brushed Cole muzzle with a finger which made Cole unintentionally gasp. Cal gingerly licked the digit then smiled again. “Sorry, you had some food on your muzzle."

“Uh, thanks," Cole said before going back to watching TV, certain his blush was visible beneath his fur. His heart pounded the same way it had right before Jacob had kissed him for the first time months ago. His first kiss with another male, soft and laughing. “How long has it been?" and at the answer “It's okay, we can take our time." He'd been so patient and sweet. Like Cole knew Cal was—Jacob just a little older with a different coat but also so much like his son…

This was bad.

Beneath the smell of the food he cooked, Cole caught the scent of his son, and that, too, became another thing that sped the pounding in his chest.

He needed to get up, go to the bathroom, splash some water on his muzzle and tell his sons he really needed to go to—

Cal's slender hand squeezed his thigh. A quiet, “Hey dad?"

“Um…" words, he had to find his words. Cole swallowed and kept watching TV, knowing his son studied his face. “Yes Cal?"

“Me and June were talking, and well, there are a few things…" Soft digits stroking up and down his leg. Cole remembered when they tried to get Cal to do piano—they were told he had such good hands for it, but Cal hated piano practice. He said they should just spend the money on couple's cooking lessons. At the time, he didn't understand what a couple was, he just wanted to cook with his father. Cole remembered his hands resting across those slender ones as he led Cal through how to work a knife.

Cal took a deep breath, reminding Cole where he was as the young buck summoned his courage and continued, “You've done… so much for the both of us. I mean, you know that. And we know you'd do it no matter who your kids are cause you're just such a good dad and you love us and…" another hand rested on his leg—June's. The deer had sat up and leaned over his brother to touch Cole. The last time Cole laid his hands over June's was to grab the wheel of his truck and yank it to the right to keep June from backing into another car. It was not nearly so intimate, but June had been so scared afterwards that Cole hugged his son until he was ready to keep practicing for his driver's test.

“What Cal means to say, dad," June this time, “is we want to show you how much we love you. Problem is, you won't let us take care of you like you do us. So that's out the window."

“But we thought of something else you might like," Cal said, and Cole felt his youngest son's other hand brush under his chin. The touch made a shudder run through Cole's body as Cal led his gaze away from the TV to the two young bucks on the couch. Both watched him with a simple request in their eyes. And Cole knew with certainty what was happening, and knew he wanted to answer what they asked but he was too scared to move.

He didn't need to. Cal leaned in, a gentle whisper of “Dad…" before their lips met. Cal was warm and soft, the hand under his muzzle brushed his cheek. He moaned sweetly when Cole let his son's tongue past his lips, the older buck's body yielding into this moment. Cal closed his eyes, but Cole saw that June watched them both with a warmth that made Cole suddenly understand why the two of them became more affectionate with each other right before June came out. They managed to keep it a secret all this time, but they broke it because they wanted to share this with him. Slowly, Cole started kissing his son back. A hand cupped the back of Cal's head, and he pushed his tongue into his son's mouth, his freehand waving June over. He'd submitted to the moment without even thinking about the consequences.

Cal gasped when Cole broke their kiss. June, beside them both, leaned in and kissed Cole instead. June's muzzle wasn't quite as slender, and it was Cole who had to take the lead in the kiss this time. Exploring his older son's mouth before his tongue teased and ever so slightly sucked June's into Cole's mouth. Cal, meanwhile, kissed into his father's neck, taking a deep breath of Cole's more mature scent. He whispered it again, “Dad." The word was grateful and heated at the same time. As if Cole was desperately needed. And he felt that desperation from his other son, too, who grabbed Cole by one of his antlers too make sure he couldn't pull away. Cal was content to unbutton his father's shirt, kissing down his exposed chest where his white fur grew thickly, careful to make sure his antlers didn't knock into either June or Cole's muzzles. As Cal worked down, June's hands explored his father's chest: palms pressing up into his father's softened pecs before he tweaked each nipple with finger and thumb. Cole accidentally broke the kiss because of the touch.

He gasped, a breathy, “Boys…"

June was there, chuckling softly into his ear while Cal undid the button on his jeans. “Just relax, dad," his older son said. “We want this… we want to take care of you." He kissed down to Cole's neck and bit him there while he teased Cole's nipples. By now June had moved around and leaned into him from the arm of the couch while Cal worked on him from the other side.

His youngest son finally got his cock free, and suddenly mature buck musk started to fill the air. He'd been tight and hard for a while, so that first exposure was so strong it made all three deer respond to it. Cal nuzzled beneath Cole's slight paunch where his thicker pubic fur began. He moaned loudly before he whined, “God dad, you smell so good."

“Fuck he does," June added, muzzle working down to where Cal's was. Together, perhaps with unison only close siblings shared, both his sons moved onto their knees in front of Cole, their hands pulling his jeans down just enough to expose his heavy balls. His musk got stronger. The smell of horny buck seemed to make his sons only more aroused. June nuzzled into his thighs before licking his sack while Cal tipped his cock to the right so he could rub the shaft lovingly across his cheek. Cole watched mouth a little agape, and panting. He still wasn't convinced this wasn't a dream. Even as Cal pulled back Cole's foreskin and pressed the tip between his lips. He gently suckled on the glans, making Cole squirm on the couch a little while his other son licked up his balls to the base of his shaft.

“He tastes real good," Cal said as he released his father's cock and let June have it. June didn't answer, but wrapped his lips around Cole's dick. He bobbed his head down and Cole groaned as he felt that warm wet maw descend to the base. His hips bucked upward. He'd never had a throat warm his cock before, and June swallowed around the head of his prick with an eagerness that made sure Cole would never forget. Cal fondled the balls that made him, while he watched June work. June popped off his cock after a few more moments, Cole's dick now wet and glistening.

“You're so fucking hot, dad," June said before he nuzzled into Cole's balls again and took another deep breath.

Cal pumped his slick cock while watching his father. Cole wasn't sure what Cal saw in his father's face, but it was something that made Cal smirk in a way that also reminded him of Jacob. Of the young reindeer leading him, controlling him, caring for him. He realized that's what Cal liked to do, too. And that smirk, the smolder in his eyes, told Cole exactly what to expect from now on. Only he lived with Cal. Cal was his son. His son, those hands, stroking his cock with a skilled ease that made Cole whimper in that moment.

“It okay if we make you cum?" Cal asked.

He didn't need to ask, he just wanted to hear Cole say it.

“Yes…"

“Yes what?" Cal asked. Cole noticed Cal's other hand stroked down the back of June's neck, as if to make sure June stayed at Cole balls. His older son had sucked one large nut between his lips and nursed it with his tongue.

“Yes, Cal, please… God… son make me cum." He didn't need much more than that. He'd been worked up for a moment, so when Cal started pumping the head of his father's cock while kissing and licking his base, he couldn't help but roll his hips, to let moans spill from his lips. He fought with the rising tension in his balls, but his son's hand was so soft and good, and he needed this. Needed Cal to make him cum. To give him his release.

“Cal… June… fuck-fuck-fu—ohhhh," and his balls released. June squeezed the base of Cole's cock while both of his sons licked up and down his throbbing shaft. Cum fired upwards, the first thick string of spunk landing on Cole's belly before the second shot directly up and fell onto June's muzzle. The rest of his orgasm spilled in a continuous throbbing flow while his sons nursed his cock with their tongues, licking seed off his shaft even as it fell onto and smeared into their muzzles. They didn't seem to care. They eagerly cleaned their father's cock while the entire room filled with the rut of fresh buck cum. Cole watched Cal yank June into a heated kiss that made the older son whine as their tongues exchanged their father's cum between them. The sight laid clear that the youngest and smallest was somehow the dominant one among the three of them.

Cal let June go and both boys faced their father. Cole opened his mouth to speak, but a rugged voice spoke first, “How's that for a gun, asshole." It came from the greasy protagonist of the action movie, who delivered his one liner right after defeating the villain. It was so… Cal corpsed first. A choked laugh, then real earnest laughter while Cole scrambled to grab the remote from the arm of the couch to turn the TV off. Both his sons laughed while Cole blushed, feeling silly, but when his sons looked up at him it was only with love in their eyes.

Cole spoke first, “Boys, that was…"

“Really good?" Cal asked.

“Something you needed?" June added.

Both his sons got back up on the couch, moving Cole over just enough so that June could squeeze in on one side while Cal snuggled in on the other. Cal rubbed Cole's stomach, his hand getting sticky with cum as he matted it into his father's fur. June kissed into his neck and nuzzled up under his jaw before he pulled away and said, “You should stay in tonight, dad."

“But…"

“We're sure Jacob won't mind," Cal told him.

“You found out about him?" Cole said, and despite everything his ears folded back in embarrassment.

June cooed, “Hey, it's okay. Cal still dates Roy. It's okay if you have a boyfriend, too."

“We're not… it's not…"

“You really got to stop leaving your phone on the couch while you're in the kitchen, dad. It makes it very easy to go through your messages," June said. “Boys who just want to fuck you aren't wishing you goodnight every night and good morning every day."

“I… um," Cole shook his head.

“Didn't expect dating advice from your sons after they blew you?" Cal snickered, then reached up to kiss his dad's cheek. “We know this is a lot, but we want this dad. Soon as June told me about your boyfriend I knew the three of us should just be open with each other."

“How…" Cole was still struggling for words, “How long have you two been…"

“A week before I came out," June said.

“But I had a crush on June a lot longer than that."

“Don't try to act like you deserve all the credit," June said, poking his little brother's chest. “I kissed you first, if you remember."

Cole said before Cal could escalate things further, “It doesn't matter who did what first. What do we do now?"

“What do you mean, dad?" Cal asked.

Cole looked at them both and found their genuine confusion flabbergasting. “I mean, what are we? After what we just did we can't—"

“Well, what do you want us to be?" Cal asked, trailing a finger down Cole's right pec.

“I…" Cole hesitated. He didn't know how to answer that.

June nuzzled his father's cheek again and said, “Dad, no matter what happens tonight, me and Cal are going to be together," and his sons linked hands across their father's waist, “probably for forever, I'm guessing." Cole was surprised to see Cal giggle and blush at that suggestion. June ignored it and continued, “And we want to leave that relationship open for other people we might love. Who we do love, and that includes you."

Cole felt Cal squeeze June's hand tight before the younger deer said, “Yeah, dad. June said it much better than I could. We want you with us, but we want you to want to be with us. If not, that's okay. Just be open with us about the boys you see. There's no need for any of us to keep secrets anymore."

Both deer gently waited for their father to think this through. They softly, affectionately explored his body with their hands. Rubbing his back, stroking down his chest, fingers running through his hair. It was distracting, unfair. Of course this strange attention from his sons felt good and he wanted more of it. He'd felt alone for so long, and now Cal and June were offering him what he thought missed for so much of his life. But they were his sons. And now that his thoughts weren't being muddied by his stubborn arousal, it scared Cole that it was his sons. What they wanted to give him… did he have a right to take it? Relationships could be messy things… and he and his ex-wife hurt each other and Cal and June so much… What if he hurt his sons? Cal was still sixteen and couldn't just leave if Cole screwed up.

“Dad?"

When Cole met Cal's gaze, he realized with some shock that it was through tears.

He choked on his voice a little, “I'm-I'm sorry, I just… I should go." He tried to get up but Cal's hand on his chest was surprisingly firm.

“Come on, dad," Cal urged while June squeezed Cole's shoulder. “Tell us what's wrong. Let us be here for you, for once."

“I just…" Cole couldn't help a sob. Why was he suddenly so upset? “I love you both so much, and I don't want to screw anything up."

“Oh dad," it was June who cupped his father's head and pulled it down into his son's chest. The fur there a bit shaggy, so much like Cole's. And this tenderness was so much Cole quietly cried for a moment while June hugged him close and Cal rubbed his back.

Cal said, “You gotta let go of that stuff. We're not like mom, we're like you. That's why we chose to stay with you."

June added, “If you were going to screw things up with us you would have done it a long time ago. You've got nothing to be afraid of, dad. We love you, and we know you love us."

Release. Cole felt a catharsis he didn't know he needed until it was there. He cried still, but it wasn't fear or grief. He was grateful. Both his sons now hugged him while he worked through it. Cole was grateful that, after years of quiet devotion, it was obvious that his love for his sons was returned. That they wanted to devote themselves to him. In a way he had given up on someone doing in the years after the divorce. It was the sort of relief he truly wanted and needed. To know he didn't need to be scared about being alone anymore. Cal and June wouldn't ever let him be alone again.

When he spoke it was blubbering and muffled in June's fur. His older son drew back a little and said gently, “What was that, dad?"

Cole wiped the tears from his eyes and took one of each of his sons' hands. He said, shakily but determined, “I do want this." He kissed a knuckle on both hands before adding, “I want us to spend every day we can together like this."

Cal grinned a little and asked, “With your shirt and pants undone, and dried cum on both your son's muzzles?"

“Cal!" June growled.

“He's a brat, June, don't worry about it," Cole said, all while beaming at his youngest son.

“I'm just stating the obvious. And besides, June," Cal's hand drifted to Cole's still exposed, and half-hard cock, “I think our dad also wants this to get some attention every day, too." He squeezed it, and Cole felt himself quickly becoming hard again.

He grunted and shook his head. “Not the couch—my bedroom."

“Hehe," Cal giggled as he got off the couch first. “It's the one place in the house me and June haven't fucked in yet."

June got up next, and both boys offered their father a hand, before helping him slip the rest of the way out of his jeans. Cole couldn't help but ask, “Do you boys really think I'm hot?"

Cal grabbed Cole's hand and brought it to his son's crotch. “Does this lie, dad?"

Cole only just now noticed the tent his son pitched, and the girth filling his hands made him almost blush again.

***

Caliper made sure to grab his dad's phone before following June and Cole into the master bedroom. A queen-sized bed bought as a wedding gift filled most of the space in the room. There was a nightstand by the bed, a dresser beside the door. Dim street light came through the window on the back wall before Cole flipped on the light. Caliper also kicked off his pajamas in the walk to the bedroom, so that when he hugged June from behind his cock slid against the soft fabric covering his older brother's firm, round butt.

Cole faced his sons when he heard June say, “You're quick."

“Mmm, get your pants off June. Our dad needs to return the favor."

Cole watched wide-eyed as Caliper helped June out of pants. Shirt unzipped and slipped off, as well. Between the three of them, it did not take long for their dad's typical scent to be replaced with the musky scent of buck cock. Caliper went to their dad and kissed him before he rested a hand on his shoulder. “On your knees, dad." Cole's ears folded back at the order, but he listened while both his sons stood in front of him. Soon he was face to face with both his son's dicks. He glanced between them and then back up at his sons. Caliper said while he groped June's butt. “They're big, huh?"

Cole swallowed and nodded.

“Bigger than you and your boyfriend?"

“Y-yes," Cole said, now staring at Caliper's endowment, who had the biggest cock in the room.

“Touch it," Caliper ordered. Cole obeyed, his husky breathing stopping for a moment when he wrapped his fingers around Caliper's cock. His dad's hands were a bit rough from his job, but they were gentle and exploratory in a way that Caliper adored. He could tell his dad was completely enamored.

June thought the same. “He loves it," his brother said.

“Loves being smaller than his sons?" Caliper said.

Cole answered him with a moan. He kissed the tip of Caliper's cock before his lips sank down on the thick head. He watched his dad shudder as he tasted his son for the first time, pulling back his foreskin and tasting some pre cum that had built up there during all their earlier fun. Cole's other hand reached for June's dick and began to slowly pump his older son's shaft. Caliper rested a hand on Cole's head, fingers digging into his dad's dark brown hair to make sure he didn't move as he revealed the phone he took into the room. He opened Cole's phone to his message history. Stacked above a few messages was picture of Jacob which Caliper admired for a moment. The buck was cute, and did have the same twinkish build as Caliper. He definitely looked forward to meeting him in person. And he was sure he'd meet him before the end of the week.

Caliper opened his dad's camera and started a video recording. He flipped the camera to himself, a cocky smirk as he said, “Hey Jacob—" his father made a noise around his cock and tried to pull off, but Caliper firmly held his father down on his cock till he almost choked Cole with it. “Just wanted to let you know our dad's not going to be coming over tonight. He's busy taking care of us," and Caliper turned the camera on his father, who was looking up in that moment blushing furiously. Caught on camera, Cole just moaned deeply and shut his eyes. Caliper recorded his father working both his sons' cocks for a moment before he had the camera face him again. Caliper winked and said, “After we finish up I'll send you our address so you can come over whenever you like. I'll even let you fuck my older brother, if you're okay with younger guys."

He ended the video and immediately sent it to Jacob. He waited just long enough to see Jacob's reply, expletives of disbelief, and left Cole's boyfriend on read before tossing the phone on the dresser. They'd deal with that later. He let go of his father's head, but his dad kept submissively bobbing. June said, “Fuck Cal, that was brutal and really hot."

Caliper laughed a little. “I know." He and June shared a kiss with a familiar passion, only now their father was on his knees obediently servicing them both.

Caliper broke the kiss and asked June, “You want to fuck our dad first, doe?"

Cole moaned around his dick again.

“Fuck," June, his doe, shuddered. “I thought you would want to."

Caliper stroked his brother's cheek. “I'm feeling generous tonight. This will be your first time topping a guy right?"

June nodded, blushing a bit underneath the white dots on his muzzle.

Caliper kissed him again. “Good."

***

Cal climbed onto their dad's bed and sat against the headboard, legs spread for an inviting exposure for both older deer. He said to their father, “Come on, dad, get back to what you were doing. And make sure to spread your legs and keep your ass in the air for June."

June's dad had never stopped blushing. He crawled onto the bed and June slowly stroked himself as he watched the older buck meekly bury his muzzle into Cal's crotch. Cal stroked a hand through his hair, a touch June knew all too well. Cal waved his brother over, ordering, “Why are you standing there, doe? Your dad needs you."

The doe still felt heat flushing his cheeks, too. There was just enough room at the end of the bed for June to get on his knees. His dad's broad, round ass was pointed upwards. His tail twitched cutely, and raised like this the clear, enticing line of his dad's taint led to a puffy rim that June knew from experience had been recently used and used often. An earthier tone of deer musk could now be smelt by the doe as well. His cock ached. He bet his dad would feel incredible.

“How's he look, doe?" Cal asked from the other end of the bed.

June gently groped his father's butt, spreading with his thumbs his rim a little. “He's so hot, Cal," the doe said. This made their father shiver again. “And he's been fucked a lot recently. You can tell."

Cal rolled his hips forward, pushing his cock deeper into his father's lips. “Mmm, sounds like our dad's a cock slut just like you, doe." June watched Cole's rim clench desperately around nothing, and by now his entire rear trembled with anticipation. But Cole couldn't speak. He was too busy trying to deep throat his youngest son, whose firm grip on the back of his head wouldn't let him do anything else. June didn't realize he was waiting for an order until his little brother said, “Taste him."

The doe did with an eagerness that left both submissive deer needy and heated. He rubbed his face into his father's taint, kissing the tender flesh their before he licked up that line to the start of his father's crack. That rich musk of elder buck made the doe's cock drip pre cum on the bed. He whined a little before he kissed his father's dark rim. The wrinkled flesh there was clean and neatly trimmed, easy for June to get to and sample. God something about this being his dad's butt, his dad's asshole he kissed and licked. He wanted the older buck to just sit on his face and ride his muzzle sometime. Preferably after Cal finished fucking him so he could clean up a messy leak of buck seed from his father's interior.

The doe made out with his father's rim, and he could tell it drove his father wild. He whimpered around Cal's shaft, and the older buck's cock throbbed and leaked onto the dark bed sheets, leaving a clear trace of his need. Eventually that pliable flesh allowed June's tongue to push in, and the doe groaned when he tasted his father's walls. Everything was clean—no doubt in preparation for his night out—but the musky taste of his father remained and drove June on with a lust he thought he gave up the first night Cal fucked him so utterly and completely. His tongue worked in and out of his father, trying to slather his entrance in saliva. His dad ground his hips back, and June pressed his muzzle hard as he could to his father's asshole. Both of them felt so utterly desperate for this moment that the doe thought he could stay behind his father for another hour. Just grab his dick and milk his balls till his father begged him to stop.

Cal wouldn't let him. He said, “I think he's good and ready, June." June had to shove himself away from his father's ass. Panting, he looked up to see Cal's amused expression. He asked, “That good, doe?"

June licked his lips and nodded dumbly. The end of his muzzle glistened with almost as much spit as his dad's asshole.

Cal gently pumped his cock in and out of his dad's throat while he said, “I bet he's just like you. I bet his ass is real easy to fuck. I can't wait to watch you feel that for yourself." The doe blushed, a bit embarrassed, but Cal just encouraged him, “Come on. Do it, fuck your father."

His dad's huffing breath filled the space between when Cal gave the order and June carefully lining up his cock with his father's entrance. He'd not been interested in fucking another male when he could be fucked, but when it was his dad… His subby father whose ass tasted so good… June's hands dug into the flesh of his butt cheeks while the doe pushed against that rim. He heard his father's muffled groan as June gasped. Warmth. Soft and pliable, fleshy warmth surrounded his shaft. It felt good—better than the doe expected. His father seemed to just yield and yield, June's cock slid easily into him, as if his father's ass was made to be a cock warmer. The doe found it hard to breathe, and when hilted inside his dad he almost fell over. His ass was just so good. His balls rested against the ones that made him. Cole ground his butt into June's hips like a needy slut, which made it even harder for June to concentrate.

“I can tell your close, doe," Cal said.

June shook his head, his voice high and strained, “Our dad feels so good, Cal… fuck—I don't wanna cum like a virgin but…"

“You are one," Cal said with a chuckle that made the doe quake. “At least in this. It's okay, isn't it dad?"

Hand on an antler, Cal pulled his father off his cock. Cole gasped and his voice came a little raw from deep throating his son, “It's okay, June. I want you… fuck son, cum inside me."

June whimpered but couldn't deny them both. The doe grit his teeth and pistoned his hips. He felt his balls getting ready to cum, and the doe tried his best to hold back. But his dad squeezed and clenched around him, that ass practically milking him with an ease June couldn't anticipate. His dick ached, he felt his orgasm pressing at the base of his cock. He whined, hands grabbing his dad's thick thighs and yanking him back. Hilting hard, he came. June fell across his father's back. The doe cried out—a girly mewl as his cock poured cum into his dad. His dick jumped and seed spilled at a rate that surprised June. It was like the doe was trying to breed their dad. Thick gouts of spunk filled their father up while his dad panted and moaned between Cal's thighs. His youngest brother reached down to rub June's head. Gentle encouragement while his tongue hung from his mouth and the doe's balls continued to unload, making their dad huff and squirm. He clearly was close to his own peak, but if Cal wanted their dad to cum he would have said something. The doe obediently shuddered on top of his father while his father begged in quiet whimpers and moans.

***

Fuck… June came so much more than Jacob usually did. Fuck, he felt the weight of his son's cock against his prostate, teasing him to an edge he knew he could just slide over if June had held out or even just pumped Cole's dick a few times. He heard Cal order, “Get off him, doe. Our dad needs to be taken care of." And Cal calling his older brother a doe, ordering the situation with such ease made Cole's cock ache even more. But even as close as he was, he felt that edge recede as June got up and slowly pulled out, gasping a little as Cole squeezed him. When that dick freed itself, he felt warm trails of his son's cum slip from his ass.

June fell onto one side of the bed trying to catch his breath. Cal gently rolled Cole over, setting his father against his brother. The doe weakly ran a shaky hand down Cole's side. Cole looked over and June kissed him, and both deer exchanged the different types of buck musk that clung to their tongues. Cole felt Cal behind him, spreading Cole's legs open, but he couldn't look down because June's kissing became more and more insistent. The doe was weak but needy, a submissive allure that made Cole understand why he himself enjoyed subbing so much.

Cal groped his hamstrings and whispered, “I knew June would cum too early to finish you, dad. I just wanted to watch him stir you up and leave you wet and full of cum before I gave you the fuck of your life." June broke the kiss and nuzzled into Cole's side. Panting Cole watched his youngest son lift his father's waist a little higher. Cole's dick leaked strands of pre cum onto his belly, but over it he saw Cal angle his thick, nine inch dick down against Cole's entrance. Cole sucked in a breath and held it, too tense to even try to relax. It didn't matter. After June he was loose and slick. And a familiar, pleasant burn flashed from his rim as it was spread around his son's cock. His back arched as his son released a pleased sigh. Buck cock—a stud—his son studding him. That shaft sunk slowly, that aching descent inside him purposefully angled, Cal grunting as he pushed his father hips up a little more. Just right. When the head of his son's cock hit his prostate Cole practically sobbed. His youngest son put him right back at the edge June just barely got him to. In a moment he felt that shaft slide against his nut while he clenched down.

Cole felt June's warm breath as he whispered in his ear, “He's good, isn't he? That's why I'm his doe—it's all I'm good for dad. I'm addicted to Cal's cock."

Cole tried to say something, but his voice cut off as his youngest son hilted inside him, his heavy balls resting against his dad's tail. Cal said over them both, “Fuck dad… with a slutty hole like this it's no wonder June came so quick."

Cole blushed and looked away from them both, an embarrassed and needy, “Cal…" all he could manage in response. June kissed into his father's nearest peck, tenderly nuzzling into the pliable flesh before his muzzle locked around his father's nipple. Cole squirmed under both his sons' touch. June gently sucked the tender button, tongue toying with it until Cole's nipple was completely firm in his mouth. Cal contented himself to slowly saw back and forth, deliberately teasing Cole while he watched June play with his father's chest. June's hand groped his father's other pec, squishing the flesh together roughly, becoming rougher with his mouth. He nipped Cole's nipple and their father nearly yelped, grabbing his son's head but not making him stop. The doe alternated between rough teasing with his teeth and gentle ministrations with his lips. His other hand roamed his torso, occasionally stroking his stomach, tweaking his other nipple, but carefully avoiding Cole's cock. That was for Cal to tend to, and Cal tended.

Cal was almost meticulous, panting just ever so slightly, while he continued pumping his cock deep into his father. Cole tried to push back, but Cal firmly shoved him back into place, fucking him slow and just like he wanted. It was almost as if he was molding Cole's flesh into a shape Cal wanted. He refused to acknowledge Cole's movements, his groans, eventually his whimpering begging. His cock hurt with how on edge he felt. It ached and throbbed and June obediently teased him, and Cole realized June firmly pinned both Cole's hands to the bed. He hadn't even noticed reaching for his cock till he felt June's grip on his wrists. Both his sons wanted his complete submission. His legs felt sore and heated, numb, and his rear was full and his brain buzzed with pleasure. His cock felt so close, like the cum waited half up his shaft all ready to fire. Cal was breaking him, not roughly, but by degrees. His son looked down at him with a possessive and firm gaze. He realized when June said he was Cal's doe, when he said he was addicted to his little brother, it was completely by Cal's design he was that way.

Musk and rut hung heavy in the air, the smell and feeling had that of a storm off in the distance. Everything still, even as his body was worked. Cum had spilled out around Cal's pistoning cock and smeared and matted the fur of his son's hips and Cole's ass. It was warm and sticky, and some had spilled on Cal's heavy balls, making them peel slowly from the older buck's backside when his youngest son withdrew.

Eventually Cal said, “You're close, huh, dad?"

It was like breaking the silence was what Cole needed to find his own voice. As if he was obediently waiting for his son to speak. He moaned loud enough to make Cal's ears flick before he tried squirming some more, but Cal held still, grip on his upraised legs firm. “Pl-please—son, God… Cal please—fuck me please."

“I know you need it," Cal said, gently working his hips again. “I'm just trying to figure out how bad you do."

“Cal… Cal…" Cole whined, tears in his eyes. Even his son's words stoked him to the edge, but June still firmly held him down.

“I bet you'd want this every night, huh?"

Cole just desperately nodded.

“We should get you a collar and plug." Cal grunted and Cole squeezed down when he felt his son's dick jerk inside him. “Fuck… just have you spread so we can fuck you any time. And after your sons empty their balls in you, we put the plug back in. We see how much cum your belly can carry."

“God yes!" Cole cried out. “You can own me, son—fuck!"

Cal's laughter dripped with something that made Cole ache with a deep need. “Good, now I got myself a doe, and a pet as well. Doe, when my pet starts cumming, I want you jerk him off and don't stop until I finish, okay?"

June only answered with a whimpering nod. Cole noticed his older son had been humping into his father's hip, clearly on edge by all this as well. But Cole only registered that for a split second before his son started to fuck him. To really stud and rut him. Cole screamed when their hips began to slap together. The sound broken and desperate, his body fighting his sons' again as his orgasm pitched toward its edge. The rough, rapid thrusts of his owner made Cole's balls tighten, and then clench.

Release. Cole knew a part of him had tears running down his muzzle again. Seed spilled in rivers across his stomach, this orgasm much bigger than the first. His buck nuts pulled and squirmed against his body, desperate to unload all the seed that Cal had spent the better part of twenty minutes teasing to this point. His stomach felt wet and slimy as cum matted it, and a hand grabbed his cock right after and started stroking. Cole screamed again as the sensation was painful. He was so overly stimulated he tried, weakly to get his son's hand to stop stroking him. But the doe obeyed his buck, pumping Cole's cock while the pet's whole body spasmed and shook. He knew his walls clamped and fought with his owner's cock. Even as Cal made sure his warmth stayed stirred up, the fucking turning sloppy as even more of June's seed spilled from his ass as the pace picked up. The pet's cock, his stomach, and June's hand were entirely covered in a thick mess of cum, but June still stroked him even as his balls stopped firing. It hurt, but June didn't care about his father right now. Cole didn't care about his pain either, deep down. What mattered was what Cal wanted.

His owner huffed and the grip on Cole's legs tightened. His owner pulled his legs up and let them rest on Cal's shoulders while he fucked his pet's loose hole. Cole felt too weak to even flex his rim anymore, but the wet mess that was his ass only seemed to spur Cal on further. The young deer's nostrils flared and he grit his teeth. His thrusts became hard and sporadic: one deep hard slam, two, three and Cal groaned and came. Cole was so messy he was surprised he even felt his owner's seed start to fill him. But that pleasant, fresh warmth returned. Being filled with cum was soothing, even as his dick weakly echoed Cal's orgasm with a few final slow throbs of cum. Cal growled, eyes shut tight a moment, his dick lurching a little inside his father at each shot of seed. The young buck completely dominated his father, but when he opened his eyes it was his doe he noticed. June desperately humped his dick against his father's hip, and it only took Cal to reach down and quickly stroke his doe's cock before the deer moaned sweetly in Cole's ear as he came again. Buck seed spilled onto the bed and matted the fur along Cole's side.

Cal released Cole's legs and fell on top his father, orgasm trailing off. He pulled his father into a kiss, his lips loving and tender and searching. Cole didn't know he still had parts of him that could melt, but they did. He stroked Cal's ear, shivering with sensation and relief. He felt a bit like crying again, but he held it in, as Cal broke the kiss to pull June to his lips. While his sons kissed each other Cole nuzzled Cal's cheek.

Soon enough, all three bumped noses and lips, muzzles brushing each other. Affection passing forth between them, Cole hearing a quiet, “Thank you… thank you…" pass from his lips to his sons.

Cal's soft laughter, warm and tender and filled with that assumed confidence that could put both older deer on edge, filled the space between the three of them. “Of course, dad. It's yours. Take it."

Cal did not say what it was. But the three knew. It was his sons' love and devotion for him, and as he met Cal's lips he found himself wanting to take every ounce his boys could give. And he'd give back every ounce he could muster.