The Donkey Diaries 2
Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley can't wait for their next full moon as weredonkeys, but their drunk friend Tyler Hoechlin keeps complicating things.
"I could use that... that fat, throbbing donkey dick in me."
Ian Somerhalder's eyes widen at the sudden confession by his friend Paul Wesley. The two had purposely avoided talking about what had occurred in the bathrooms at Ian's foundation benefit several weeks earlier, how they had woken up as humans, Ian balls-deep inside of Paul. In fact, two duo had more or less returned to their usual relationship.
Yet, as Ian tried to keep their wild, lustful mating session out of his head, Paul had the incident on his mind more often than not. Jerking off on all fours, buying equine-shaped toys... Paul had donkey on the brain. Being the friend that he was, he didn't want to make Ian uncomfortable after returning to their usual rapport. Yet there they were, alone in Ian's apartment, after several glasses of wine, and an almost pained look in Paul's eyes as the two gazed at eachother from over Ian's glass coffee table.
"P-Paul..." Ian chuckles, trying to play off Paul's candid remark as he places his wine glass on the table. "You can't be serious."
"I'm..." Paul takes a breath, wishing he could be more eloquent, but words fail him. "I'm so fuckin' serious, Ian."
There's a silence between the two as Paul moves to sit next to his friend, his hand moving to Ian's thigh.
"I've been... fuck, i've been fuckin' thinking about donkeys all this fuckin' time. And you're such a- such a fuckin' hot fuckin' jackass."
Ian and Paul stare into eachother's eyes, breathing heavily as Paul begins to lean inward, eyes moving to Ian's lips. Ian thrusts his mouth to Paul's, groaning as the two share a deep kiss, their tongues sliding against one-another as Paul pushes himself onto Ian's lap, Ian's tongue sliding down his neck to his chest as Ian unbuttons Paul's shirt to expose his smooth, toned pecs. The actor kisses between them, hands moving to squeeze Paul's ass as Paul moans.
"F-Fuck... want your... fuckin big donkey cock in me, Ian..." He tilts his head down as Ian continues kissing up his chest.
"Yeah?" Ian rips Paul's shirt from his lower buttons, hands roaming beneath the fabric as Paul tugs the sleeves off, leaving his torso bare. "You wanna ride my hot fuckin' wet donkey dick?"
"Fuckin' wanna be on all fours, have you fuckin' fill me with fuckin' donk pole..."
Both men are unbearably hard, blushing and warm as Ian pulls his shirt over his head, Paul unbuckling his jeans.
"Get those fuckin' clothes off." Ian smirks as Paul pushes away from him, his pants coming down as Ian stands up and disrobes. The two men are soon nude, their rigid hard-ons shaft-to-shaft as Ian kisses Paul's neck, Paul's hands wrapped around Ian's waist as they thrust their cocks against eachother, sandwiched between their toned stomachs.
"Can you bray for me? Please?" Paul says between breathy groans of pleasure as they grind, their cocks slicking with precum.
Ian hesitates, wondering how he'll sound... he tilts his head back and lets out a full-throated HEEEHAWWW, making Paul quiver against him as Paul shudders and erupts against Ian's torso, painting his abs with streams of white seed.
The two ride out Paul's orgasm, Paul's styled, spiked hair wilting from their shared warmth as Ian kisses him once again.
"Wanna mount that... that slutty donkey hole..." Ian's smirk becomes a full grin as Paul pulls Ian back in for a kiss, his hand wrapping around Ian's shaft as he gives his lover a few firm jerks. Biting his lip, Paul lowers himself to his knees and twists around, falling forward onto his hands.
"Stuff that fat fuckin' donkey cock in me." Paul coos, bracing himself.
Ian takes his cum-slicked cock into his hand and jerks himself a few more times before getting onto his knees. He grips Paul's smooth cheeks and squeezes gently, parting them to expose Paul's pink entrance. Paul shivers as cool air flows across his opening.
"Your turn to bray..." Ian purrs as he cranes down and presses his tongue to Paul's hole, sliding it across the flexing pucker and slicking it up perfectly.
"HAWWWW! HEEEHAWW!" Paul brays as he pushes back into Ian, letting the man work open his hole with his slick tongue.
A few moments later, Ian raises himself up and spreads Paul's cheeks, letting Paul's hole gape for a bit as he admires the shine of his spit-moistened prize.
"HEEEHAWW!" Ian brays as he hunches over and mounts Paul, thrusting his cock into the blonde as Paul pushes back, grunting as Ian penetrates him. The two buck and groan, interjecting with brays of lust and need as they fuck, Ian's head resting on the back of Paul's shoulders as they mate like animals.
"p-pump that... donkey seed... HAWWW!" Paul mewls as Ian's smooth thighs slap his tight ass, his top resting his arms across Paul's shoulders. Drool hangs from Ian's maw as his eyes glaze over, indulging in his beastly instincts as he brays once more, pistoning into his lover with deep-seated desire.
"y-yeah... ohh... fuu-HAWWW!" Ian's labored thrusts grow in force as he feels his release approaching, hot breath in Paul's ear as their human brays and grunts of need intermingle, Ian's body tensing atop Paul's. Spasming, Ian lets out a final, needy wail of donkey pleasure as his fills his mate, erupting inside of Paul with an intense jolt, pumping pent-up volleys of his essence into Paul's tensed, taut hole.
"HAWWW! HEEEHAWW!" Paul unleashes a torrent of seed across the wood floor beneath him, feeling Ian's warmth firing deep into his needy hole, balls tensed as he unloads his spunk in streams that land between his hands.
The pair heaves and bucks wildly against eachother, coiffed hair matted with sweat, riding out their orgasms, attempting to relive their past pleasures. As their lust and cum-soaked haze subsides, Paul sinks to the floor, his cooled deposits smearing across his abs as he slides onto the floor, Ian following him to the ground as they pant in exhaustion.
"Such... such a hot fuckin' jackass..." Paul could practically hear Ian's dumb smile through his groggy voice.
"Would be hotter if... if we got to be asses again. Real asses." Paul tilts his head up from the floor and runs his a hand through his hair, pulling his wilted bangs out of his vision.
Ian hefts himself up, his sticky hardon sliding from Paul and leaving his lover's pucker to gape, strings of lust hanging from his half-hard cock as he flips onto his back. Paul groans as he pushes himself up onto his arms and flips onto his back, the two men laying nude in Ian's quiet apartment, basking in the afterglow of their animalistic passion.
The two men enjoyed several hours exploring themselves, Paul sucking the remnants of Ian's release from the older man's cock, Ian tasting his seed as it leaked from Paul's used hole. The two had crossed every line in their friendship, yet it felt so perfect and so right. After moving things to the shower and stroking eachother to another eventful, bray-capped climax, the two settled in to discuss revisiting their all-too-short time as lustful, feral jackasses.
"But let's suppose this is like... a weredonkey thing. Just for a second." Ian sits topless on his king-size bed, plaid boxers across his hips, the bulge of his hard cock driven by the thought of donking out with his friend once again. "Wouldn't we need a full moon?"
"Makes as much sense as anything. I just... fuck, Ian. I need to feel it again." Paul sits in a chair across from Ian, legs up on the arm, briefs taut around his own donkey-fueled boner.
"Next full moon's in like, eight days. Let's put the theory to the test." Ian takes a breath as he and Paul lock eyes once again. "Still haven't felt that donkey cock shoved into my hole, Paul."
"We'll save it for Sunday, stud."
The week went by slowly, but the two kept in touch with the raunchiest sexting they had ever taken part in. What started as impromptu dick pics became videos of Paul riding his equine dildo, shots of Ian spreading his legs to show his virginal pink hole to his friend, and increasingly lusty promises of eventful, lustful donkey fucking.
Saturday afternoon, the two are at an industry gathering for some vapid designer fragrance, or whatever product their agents had roped them into promoting. Their voices drowned out by thumping EDM, the two disappeared to the bathroom to discover one Tyler Hoechlin, leaning against the frame of one of the stalls, clearly unwell.
"You okay bud?" Paul's frame stiffened, hands in his pockets to reposition his growing erection as his hopes for a quick fuck in the restroom are dashed. Ian is behind him, his hardon pressed to Paul's ass as he stares over his friend's shoulder at the other actor.
"So... so much gin..." Tyler has a drunk smile on his face as he flops onto Paul's chest from the stall, chuckling. "Fuckin' Posey just drank me under the table, shiiiiit."
Paul looks back to Ian, sighing. Ian clenches his jaw, realizing that their horny escapades could wait just one more day.
"You need a place to crash?"
The trio left the gathering early, forgoing the garish swag bags as Ian and Paul work to keep swaggering Tyler Hoechlin from tipping over in front of the press. Tyler heaves himself into the passenger seat of Ian's Tesla, groaning as Ian shuts the door behind him.
"You know, he's probably just gonna pass out on the couch. If you wanted to come over for some pregame." Ian's right eyebrow raises as he propositions Paul.
"And if a bray slips out?" Paul kisses Ian's cheek, his hand moving to Ian's groin.
"I'm sure we can explain it away somehow." Ian's hand moves to Paul's ass for a firm squeeze.
"It's a date."
Tyler falls limp onto Ian's sumptuous leather couch with a tremendous yawn, snuggling up against a cushion as his eyes shut.
Paul stands behind Ian as they watch the actor pass out, the sky darkening outside Ian's floor-to-ceiling windows. He grinds against Ian's ass as Ian tilts his head to eye him.
"Insatiable." Ian purrs.
"A horny jackass." Paul smacks Ian's ass, biting his lip as his lover sighs once more.
"Fuck. You're so slutty now. I love it." Ian tilts his head back and the pair kisses, inching towards the master bedroom. The two slink behind the frosted glass door and gently shut it behind them, letting a moment of silence pass as they stare at eachother with thirst. Ian reaches down to unzip himself, but Paul stops him.
"Please, let me."
Paul lowers to his knees, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes, and he begins to nudge at Ian's confined hardon with his nose. He mouths the defined bulge, licking at its fabric covers as he shucks his shirt. With precision, Paul pops Ian's buckle and tugs his cock out, taking the head into his mouth as Ian stifles a moan.
"S-suck my fat... donkey coOOOHAWWWk..." Ian bellows as Paul takes his length down his throat, bobbing vigorously as he tugs Ian's sack out from his underwear. He kneads gently on Ian's testicles, wetly sucking before moving to lick up his length.
"Want you... want you on all fours..." Paul strokes Ian as he reaches to unleash his own rigid cock, smirking as he watches Ian begin to lower himself to the ground, positioning himself on his hands and knees as Paul lies beneath him. The blonde cranes up to take one of Ian's balls in his mouth, still stroking Ian's pre-slicked hardon as the clothed man lets out another donkey bray. Ian watches eagerly in the full-length mirror in front of him, eyeing his longtime costar as they devolve into the lustful beasts they desire to be.
Paul's motions become more deliberate, and longer too - not noticing the length Ian's cock is gaining as he suckles on the man's orbs. His own reddened member has begun to snake up his abs, the veins of his shaft pumping as he buries his face in Ian's clothed ass, basking in Ian's musty scent as his partner shudders above him. Rocking into Paul's grip, Ian's tongue hangs from his mouth as Paul begins to draw out Ian's donk side, eyelids drooping as he lets out a soft "h-hawwww yeahhh..."
As Paul disgorges from Ian's balls and moves towards his rear, he feels a warm, sticky jab against his abs. Leaning upward, he finally catches his swelling cock migrating up his stomach, its length fattening before his eyes. Only then do Ian's balls begin to plump, hanging down to obscure Paul's vision.
Paul begins to stroke himself, leaning back and staring at Ian's squirming balls as they hang lower, fur beginning to sprout around the base of his swelling cock.
"D-day came early... h-HEEEHAWW!" Paul brays and thrusts upward, his growing cock kissing Ian's length as Ian's cock spasms, a fold enveloping the base as Ian's sheath tugs his cock up to his stomach.
"S-SeeEeriousl-l-leeeHHAWWWW?" Ian brays as his cock begins receding, pulling up into his sheath as Paul furiously strokes his fat dick, feeling its size pulling into its fuzzy tan home. His cockflesh is engulfed by his furry sheath as Paul turns himself around once more, eying the patch of brown fur hanging from Ian's pants hungrily.
"EEEEHAWWW!" Paul brays as he leans up to kiss Ian's sheath, feeling his tender donkey flesh beginning to push out. Opening wide, Ian's transforming cock blooms right into Paul's waiting mouth as Paul tongues the broadening slit, feeling the ridges forming across the textured, flat head. He fists the growing length as he struggles to take more in, hands slipping across the expanding medial ring as Ian's dick flares within his mouth.
"hooo... ohhh-hHAWWWWW!" Ian brays in a deep, throaty tone as he ejects his humanity into Paul's mouth, Paul taking Ian's load with ease as he begins to jerk his own donk-hood. Feeling its heft once more, he teases the animalistic head, fingering the wet slit as Ian's volleys slow, letting him disgorge and wipe his lips in time for his own tremendous eruption. Bucking upward, his cock unleashes across his chest and abs as his length extends further, inching well past a foot, the donkey cock he's been craving. His balls churn and squirm within his pants, fattening as his pants begin to creak, hiding the racing fur and burgeoning strength within.
Ian watches his visage beginning to morphe, his front teeth bulging outward, nostrils flaring. Ears stretching upward at the tips as they migrate up his skull, twitching as his hair slides across their surfaces. Paul spreads his legs as his pants split at the ass, his rump inflating as Ian gets his first glimpse at Paul's needy pucker.
"ohhhh... wh.. wha?" Tyler Hoechlin awakens from his brief nap, rubbing his eyes groggily. His head is pounding, and much to his chagrin, so is his cock - stiff in his blue jeans. Sighing, he undoes himself and tugs his hardon out, already slick and ready to go. Falling limp on the couch, he starts to stroke himself softly when a loud THUD is heard from the far side of the room.
Leaping upward, his dick bobbing in front of him, Tyler realizes he's not in his apartment. Eyes darting around the room, he tries to place where he is, jogging his foggy memory of what might have happened earlier in the day. It's just after 7:00, he couldn't have been out too long... another loud thud is heard, this time in the direction of the long hallway to his right. Tyler turns toward the noise, when his eyes go wide.
A frosted glass door, lit from behind... he sees something knock into the surface, something moist, round... the shadow of something, swelling thicker before his eyes.
"wha... what the..." Tyler stammers, incredulous at the changing shadow as he sees what looks like clothing pull off of the surface. He inches toward the door, narrowing his vision on the rounded shape. Another loud thud is heard as Tyler hears the sounds of barnyard animals coming from the door's direction. He watches a bulge expand out of the rounded shape, lengthening upward and swishing around in the air as the sound of a braying donkey echoes down the hallway.
Each bray seems to send signals to his cock, his hardon at attention as the noises become deeper, more heavy. He twists the door handle, and the door knocks open to reveal the strong, furry rump of a brown donkey, its puckered black asshole tensed and pulsing, its tail swaying, balls hanging low. The misshapen features of Paul Wesley are juxtaposed on a long, furry neck and body beneath the brown shape, his stretching tongue wrapped around the animal's immense erection. Tyler tilts forward, focusing on the remaining humanity of Paul Wesley as the actor's strong jaw extends outward, beautiful eyes becoming black, shining orbs as he brays with lust. Blonde fur races across the expanding surface, rendering him a lustful jackass once again. Tattered clothing lays around the two creatures as Tyler sees Ian Somerhalder's profile bucking up from the brown beast's neck, expanding outward with a sickening crack as it cranes down and beings to bob on an unseen object. Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley were indulging once again, 69ing in the feral forms they craved so much.
"Holy fuck!" Tyler jolts backward, falling against the hallway wall as the Paul lets out a stifled bray, Ian thrusting his ass upward as Tyler watches Ian's hole gape and contract, his tail twitching.
Falling to the wood floor with a thud, Tyler shuffles away from the donkeys as they carry on; Paul snaking his tongue across the mottled shaft of his mate, Ian's rubbery lips audibly popping as he sucks the apple-sized head of his lover's cock. Tyler is frozen as he watches the perverse scene, his cock betraying his every instinct as it throbs in earnest. His eyes lock with the blonde quadruped, the beast unblinking as it pleasures the creature above it with increasingly deeper snorts of need.
"oohhh..." Tyler bucks up, a clear bead oozing down his cockhead as he catches the musty stench of the beastly lovemaking. He brings a thumb and forefinger to his organ, pumping it gently as he and the blonde beast that was Paul Wesley stay fixed on eachother; its snorts drawn out into heavy bellows.
His rhythm increasing, Tyler pumps himself as Paul knickers, tongue falling to the side as the man watches a spasm of white fill Paul's maw, jets of beastly spunk erupting into his waiting muzzle. The opaque, yellowish fluid oozes down the donkey's face as Tyler unleashes himself, thrusting upward as a rope of cream erupts from his cock and splatters across his shirt. Tyler and the donkeys cum together, the man's vision drifting to watch the brown jackass's flexing pucker as it contracts and ripples with each volley of its seed.
Eyes narrowing, Tyler pushes himself to his knees as his deposits dribble from his reddened dick. A moment later, he heaves forward and forces his nose into the Ian's entrance, tongue sliding down to the donkey's taint as he inhales its hypnotic scent. Gripping the animal's slender legs, he spirals his tongue across the Ian's leathery hole as the blonde beast beneath him shimmies toward his spent cock. The earthy, funky stench of the donkey's asshole has Tyler moaning as he kisses the crinkled exterior, falling onto his hands as he feels a warmth lapping at his cock - Paul kisses and sucks at the head of Tyler's cock, making him wail as he thrusts his ass upward, situated on all fours like his compatriots.
Paul cranes upward and nips Tyler at the waist, making the man wince as Ian brays triumphantly, knowing what's to come. The donkey shuts its eyes as Tyler begins to gnaw and lap at its hole, face buried between Ian's strong rump as Paul gently slaps Tyler's cock with a front hoof. The blonde donk lays on its side and wiggles its way out from between Tyler's legs, Paul getting back on his hooves for the first time in far too long. Its rigid hardon refusing to go down, Paul begins to thrust upward, propelling his equine erection against his furry belly as he watches Tyler's cock intently.
The man's cock hangs lower, elongating in size as his balls are tugged upward by a pouch of skin. Gray fur begins to sprout across the pouch, his balls rippling as new size stretches his sack, hanging lower as they begin to sway from their new bulk.
Paul's beastly masturbation intensifies as he scrutinizes Tyler's cock, watching its growth spurt taper off until it begins tugging inward, soon disappearing within its velvety gray base. The sheath bulges at the tip as Tyler's cock reshapes within, blooming outward as it reshapes into that of a prime jackass.
"EEEHAWW!" Paul brays as new length spills from Tyler's sheath, beastly divots and indents soon covered in mottled flesh tones as the head blooms into a flattened, feral tip.
Tyler pulls away from Ian's slicked hole as he feels something bubbling within him... he thrusts forward, his fattening dick bobbing beneath him as his human essence is overwritten by donkey DNA. Seizing up, he makes a labored thrust forward and forces his hybrid cock into Ian's hole, braying as he ejects his human form into the brown donkey beneath him. Thrusting like an animal, Tyler begins to mate with the jackass as his rump fattens, his jeans straining as his thighs and ass strengthen with brute size.
Paul stumbles to Tyler's ass, watching the fabric constraining the actor's body begins to give. Seams begin to pop as the steady thrum of his body's expansion breaks through, his zipper bursting as a tear stretches across his ass and up his groin, denim ripping in half to expose a rapidly growing coat of gray fur. Zeroing in on his pink pucker, Paul's tongue brushes against Tyler's opening as it fattens, bulging outward in a more pronounced form between two strong legs, his knees bending as his legs restructure, allowing Tyler to stand on all fours with ease.
Tyler pounds into Ian, the brown donkey's maw tilting up to meet Tyler's still-human face as they kiss, Ian's tongue slipping between Tyler's lips as the changing man brays again, his legs buckling as he feels the weight of a horny donkey on his back.
Paul mounts his changing prize as Tyler's shirt rips at the back, tear spreading upward as gray fur surges across his skin's surface. Ian feels the weight of two jackasses on top of him as he bellows with delight, Paul rearing up and plunging his fat donkey cock into Tyler's waiting hole. A cacophony of brays and snorts bounce off the high ceilings of the apartment as Tyler's shirt gives way, his furry stomach pooching outward into a belly as his balls squirm, jaw clenching as it cracks and shifts to make room for his blocky teeth. Pulling away from Ian's maw, Tyler cranes his neck upward and brays as his face bursts forward into a furry equine shape.
The three jackasses indulge in their beastly threesome well into the night, emptying their corrupting loads into one-another and embracing the donk side for the first of many full moons to come.