Donkey Long, Donkey Strong, Donkey Dong
Commissioned as a little thing of a father and son getting back together, only for the father to find out that his son has certain ideas of his own about how things are going to work this time around.
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Donkey Long, Donkey Strong, Donkey Dong For GaytorDragon By Draconicon
"So, still living here after mom left, huh?"
"Well, not like I needed to get a new house. And now that you're going to college, it's a good place for you, too."
Matt smiled as he helped his son carry his bags back into the old house. It was nicer than he expected to welcome John back home, and better to take the younger donkey up to his old room. The walls might have been bare, but there were still signs of his son's old time here. Mostly in stains along the walls or the floors.
The older donkey rubbed the back of his neck after setting his son's suitcases down. Matt cleared his throat.
"Of course, we'll be getting you some new bedding tomorrow, and some new furniture too. Not like you need to sleep on the floor or anything, but tonight's gonna be a bit tight. You mind making up a bed or a sleeping bag for tonight?"
"Yeah, whatever, dad. I can make it work."
"Yeah...heh, I bet you can."
He smiled. His son certainly had developed nicely. The other donkey had grown from a bit of a pudgy young teen to a jock-like stud. Probably had a number of girls missing him when he left high school and went on for a better education. Thick shoulders, good hips; he looked like a perfect donkey.
Not quite like his old man. Matt patted his stomach as he walked out of the room, shaking his head a few times. Too many days when he'd gone and pigged out to make sure that he didn't go to sleep depressed, and it had left a mark. Sure, he'd gotten his muscles back over the last few months, but he had that 'dad' body these days, and he doubted that it would ever go away, at this rate.
But at least John had years before he'd even have to think about worrying about that kind of thing.
He walked downstairs, shaking his head a few times as he got the phone out. Time to call for a pizza for the pair of them.
He was halfway through the call when he realized that he hadn't asked John what he might want. Jogging upstairs as he asked the pizza guy to wait a second, he popped his head around the corner -
And immediately pulled back. His cheeks were burning hot, blushing at the sight he'd just witnessed.
Well...he's certainly...grown...
Matt slowly looked around the corner again, this time taking a moment to actually appreciate the view. His son had stripped down to his underwear, yes, but that underwear didn't do much to hide anything. John was too busy looking for a new pair of pants, so he didn't seem to notice his father. Nor notice what Matt was staring at.
Donkeys as a general rule were fairly well hung, and Matt knew that he didn't disappoint in that regard. His son, however, took that to a whole new level. His cock slipped past the band of his briefs, sticking out of the leg hole, and it was almost like looking at another leg trying to slip through. It was thick even while soft, and he imagined that it had been making some mares scream.
He shook his head. What was he doing? Get his head on straight.
He pulled back, waited a few seconds, and then knocked on the wall.
"Hey, John? What do you want for a pizza?"
"Sausage."
"Pepperoni too?"
"Nah, just in the mood for sausage tonight."
Got one swinging there, too - Stop thinking about that!
"Alright, you got it, sausage it is."
"Thanks."
He walked back down the stairs, relaying the order to the pizza guy. Still, he couldn't quite get his mind off of that...sausage.
The night went on fairly normally after that, thankfully. The whole thing was almost forgotten by the time that Matt called it a night, leaving John with his laptop and heading up to bed. He waved goodnight to his son, and slipped into his room.
It was nice having company in the house again, even if it was a little bit awkward to have that chance...view. He blushed a bit to himself, thinking of it one more time. It was enough to send a little life down to his cock, and he blushed worse at that, shaking his head.
"Come on...just let me have a normal relationship with my son, huh?"
He smacked the bulge before it could get much bigger, shaking his head. Yes, there'd been a few little discoveries since his wife had left, one of them being an admiration for other men, but that didn't mean he had to go all man-slut and have it with everyone. What about a little common decency, huh?
Shaking his head again, the donkey walked toward his bed, only to pause in mid-step as a scent caught his nose. It wasn't unfamiliar, but at the same time, it had a different sort of note to it. Something...strong. Pungent. Maybe a little...raunchy?
He looked around for a moment or two, until he saw a white pair of underwear on his bed. White, and wet.
He stared at them, taking almost a minute to realize that they had to have been John's, considering he wore briefs rather than boxers. They were soaked, and wet, and...and so very musky. He shivered as another breath brought another burst of the scent to his nose, sending another little thrill to his cock.
Taking it in hand, he stared at the stretched-out cloth. He could make out the marks where the fabric had been tented again and again, places where the stains had settled in. Most of all, he could feel the slick, slimy warmth of a recent orgasm, and knew that John must have worked one out before the pizza had arrived, and then left it here. But...why?
The boy couldn't actually know about his new proclivities, could he? He hadn't been one to advertise, and yet...
He groaned as he remembered the view from the doorway, of that lovely donkey ass - big, round, and muscled - and that heavy, drooping cock. John had done so well for himself...
Feeling guilty, he looked at the handful of wet cloth, and leaned forward. He took a breath, again, but deeper this time.
As soon as he did, his cock throbbed hard in his pants, almost pushing up hard enough to tent his pants immediately. It thrummed with need, his cock pulsing even as it tried to point up. The tight jeans weren't letting that happen anytime soon, but god, his cock wanted to. Breath after breath brought more and more blood to his crotch, making him harder and harder. He reached down to grope himself -
"Heh, see you found my gift, dad."
Matt whipped around, blushing as he realized that John was in his doorway. He threw the musky underwear away, but the juices still clung to his hand. It smelled so...good...
John stepped in, and Matt was helpless to say anything. In fact, all he wanted to do was take another smell, get a good whiff of his boy's musk once more. It was such an all-consuming need that he didn't notice that his son was naked until he was standing right in front of him.
"I knew you'd want it once you saw it, dad. Why don't you...get it from the source?"
He knelt easier than he should have, pulled down to the other donkey's crotch and pushed, nose first, right into that heavy sac. The leathery balls were so big, and he moaned as he was ground against them, forced to take in the scent.
Each breath made his cock throb all the harder, his pants starting to get wet, darkening with his pre. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he pressed in on his own, grinding his nostrils from the balls up that fat cock, feeling it throbbing to life at his touch. Matt followed it up, and up, and up, huffing the scent like a man desperate for air, sucking it down into his lungs.
He reached the tip, and he stuck out his tongue, licking around the flared end. The taste of his son's pre, the saltiness of it, the sheer amount of it, left him in awe. He needed it. Needed it...bad.
"And here I thought that you'd have something to respect, dad. Heh. Why don't you get those pants off? Let your son see if you at least do better than him down there?"
Matt could barely think, his mind completely subservient to his dick at this point. He pulled at his pants so hard that the button ripped off, and shoved them to the ground. His cock finally came up...and John chuckled.
"Well...looks like I win there, too. Stand up, dad. Let's compare."
He did, and it was a disappointing measurement. His cock was no slouch, of course, but even as he ground his thick length against his son's rod, it came up short. His cock had to be at least three inches shorter than that monster, and John's cock was probably at least half an inch wider than he was.
"Man, shows how genetics work, huh, dad? I got the long end of the stick, and you just got the short end. But, least you got something to work with, huh? And good thing for you, I ain't that picky."
He had no idea what his son was meaning, but he nodded anyway. Anything to get a little bit -
John shoved him, and he went back hard, landing on the bed and bouncing a few times before settling down. His naked son followed him, straddling his hips and grinding back against his cock. The younger donkey chuckled, reaching back and fingering himself with two digits, pulling his asshole open before pushing down again. The heat from that rim teased him, made his cock all the harder.
"See, I like it when I can get a nice, experienced cock up my ass. Makes it more fun when it lasts longer. One of the reasons I came back, you know. Thought my old man might have something worth using...and I was right, even if you only barely make it for my tastes. But you ain't gonna complain, are ya? Long as you get to keep smelling this."
Matt shook his head even before his son reached down and rubbed his sweaty balls, pulling his fingers back and shoving them up against his nose. A few short sniffs had his cock throbbing like mad, desperate for attention, and his mind completely buried under his lust.
"Heh, that's a good daddy donk. You gonna be a good donk for your son?"
"Mmmph...yes..."
"Good."
And with that, John slammed his ass down. Matt groaned, arching his back as he felt that eager ass swallow his cock up. It went deep on the first shot, his boy leaning back just enough to make that monster of a cock bounce and sway right in front of him. Droplets and strings of pre landed all over his chest, smearing into his hair as he was ridden. Matt could smell that powerful musk with every breath he took, almost like he was getting marked with it. He panted at the idea, arching his back to thrust upwards.
"That's it, dad...give me what I want...and I'll give you...what you want..."
What he wants...what he wants...
And so he did, giving in, and losing his mind to his son. It was a fair trade, really. He'd get all he wanted...and all he needed was to give his son a dick from time to time...That was fair...
Right?
The End