Mornings can be a real.... Bitch!
With a snort in unwilled frustration, Jud slips the confines of his slumber, using callused fingers, burrowing feebly into his aching and matted headfur. Although only vainly trying to silence the piercing noises of that alarm squealing only just inches from his tender head. (Barbed ears recoiling flat against his bristly and twitching main) The will in his desperately failing attempts of muffling that irrational noise shattering as his desire for those last precious moments of peace evaporate into stark morning reality.
The offending alarm does succeed in its intended trade. But never will it be receiving the thanks it disserves; yet again its only constant reward is the recriminations for its simple actions even at Jud's behest. With the consoling darkness masquerading as last night has yet been another in the countless cold and insignificant nights of his recent nightlife. Jud again attempted to lose the problems of his life into the only means available to him. The bitter solace found nightly in the bottoms of those painfully empty bottles never truly helped, throughout the last 4 years they've been his only refuge. Given those smallest reprieves from his agonizing life that acid would provide. (Bliss is always truly brief and half forgotten moments after experiencing their tastes.) Life continues with its painful realities waiting ready to explode regardless of the drunken promises you scream into the darkness. The accusing mornings and pointlessly dramas happening well beyond Jud's rational memory, he always promised half heartedly with each morning that this would never happen again, but always failed miserably in each attempt!
Excruciatingly as it is Jud slowly opens his eyes, only to glare at the offending piece of technology screaming back at him with its mocking green letters? With a snort of defeat, he resigned himself!? Nothing he could do short of failing to keep his desperate promises would allow him to stay in bed any longer. His, the duty of any respectable single father; though his abilities as such lacking in every sense of the word that he could rationally think of is to get up. (given the last few years alone!) Reluctantly needing to get the day started regardless of his true desires life returned to his mind.
(With a snuffle of frustration) Jud, peeling the sheet from his body exposing it's disheveled state. Recoiling in the sudden pungent alkaline stench, it searing into his flickering nostrils all culminates with his exposing of his naked body! The reality in his repulsive furry nakedness striking at the few frail shards of self-pride left within his soul. With a curl of his lips and the bitter taste of distain he snorts in disgust at the one personal achievement in his life he ever took such pride in! Now finding nothing but utter shame in what is exposed before his blurry eyes.
"I stink......... Like that damn Mule!" (Jud, holding firmly onto his disheveled snout as his tail flutters under his girth. Glancing away from his uncovered body in repugnant shame at what he finds visible there.)
The plainly spoken statement resonates within his thoughts with flashes of his unfulfilling life to his displeasure. Murky memories recklessly being repressed flashing before his eyes only to be quickly replaced by memories of his menial task driven life! He's endure over these last 4 years more than should be borne by anybody. They stung bitterly within the back of his mind.
"(But I'm still truly able to support my family!)"
That failing excuse is the only repute his mind gives in defense to the bitter memories as they flashed before his eyes. These memories distracted his actions for an instant from his struggles and the dreaded tasks ahead. Prodding his body into starting the day ahead required more energy than Jud's willing to give just yet.
Yes, he's taken yet another trip with that lying temptress believing her sultry promises!?? That escape she promised always evaporates so coldly reminding him although fleeting as the reprieve always is; those forgotten problems will always be angrily waiting within his cold and empty bed every morning.
"Well I had better get moving....?"
"Those two Ass's Will sleep all day...! Not that I'd blame them for it at all!?" (the faintest curls of a smile hinting upon his lips as the words fade into the cold room)
With forced determination and using his ushered willpower, Jud slowly starts slithering his hoofs to the edge of the bed. Suddenly feeling his tails painful recriminations as it loses a few too many hairs, his stony flanks quivering out of reflex in the failed attempt to retreat his recoiling member, the combination of uneven bedding materials and his considerable weight combined to become a very painful problem! Jud's tail retreating painfully pulls into his sweaty crevasse becoming lodged in-between his clasped cheeks as it is desperately hiding from its owners carless movements. Wincing in pain and quickly sweeping his hand to his clinching flanks just trying to pull the agonizing member from its confines as he slowly rousts himself into a seated position.
"I have to stop this happen every fucking night!...."
"One of these day's.... it'll....."
"Then what....?!" (letting his hand slowly scratch the memories from his sleepy mind as all males like to do in the first moments of consciousness, just reassuring that everything is still there and in their rightful places.)
Rebuking gravely in his basally hoarse voice, complaining with a hushed breath in his despicable nightly actions, yet again reciting his hollow vow to never touch the bottle again! Jud, arranging for the day still to come kick starting his mind, as with everybody, he proceeded with the quick mental tally of the day's important events. Images instantly playing out within his mind's eye, Yep, he had a simple life! He detested life in most of its entirety, but the love of his two boys played heavily against those repressive costs. Commanding any loving father as they will do, they honed his focus on what is really important in their life. Given these two reasons driving him as their love and understanding persist in being reachable regardless of his actions. Truly needing the love they provide empowering Jud with the drive to continue forward and start yet another depressing day.
Reaching over with little concern for anything other than silencing the noise that is so painfully resonating within his aching head, Jud pound the "OFF" button a little too stiffly with his burly fist. His actions only eliciting a hollow cracking noise as the alarm silenced. Yes, but to his dismay his forceful actions have done more then intended. With wry eyes he defiantly stares at the nightstand only able to watch with hazel eyes sharply as the empty bottles tumble to their final resting place upon the floor, one coming to rest at his left hoof. With a quick flip of ebony, Jud sends the offending item skidding across the floor to land softly against the growing laundry piled by the bathroom door.
With a grunt of dissatisfaction, planting his hands firmly into the soiled sheets, feeling them bristle against his fingers. Needing too stout his stance just a little before he could summon the strength to stand. These little actions only causing the stench of sweaty alcohol to waft free from the beddings into his quivering nostrils! A sneer rolling across his lips as they curl back in repulsion, Jud shudders in his own recoiling reaction shaking his muzzle slowly from side to side. Dragging his fingers through his thick belly fur feeling the salty dampness he finally resigns himself that the this day has started.
With an audible grunt accompanying his absentminded movements completely exposing his dirty naked body with its salt-matted graying fur, stretching his body forcefully and slowly rising to his full height of 6'-9" and planting his hooves halfheartedly onto the floor. Jud slowly began to stretch his thick body from those tormenting fracturing limits of his drunken stupor.
'Morning'! (this never silent greeting spoken longingly but never being returned in his painful morning ritual)
Stretching his arms out tentatively, feeling the tight muscles responding unto his torturing demands albeit complaining throughout their movements. Given his bodies weariness Jud feels the pangs of his ageing body soberly this morning. Only reminding him too clearly of his lives labors. Letting his fingers slide softly down his matted carcass testing forcefully for pain, his oh so slow movements coming to focus upon his sheath.
Sadly to his dismay his fingers discover that his pride once again has yet to have fallen free even with the needing pressure building within his bladder. Missing those joyful mornings of his youth, his vigor standing tall every morning, He should be at play with his male-hood with it happily greeting him with the new day! All the disheveled donkey can really do is just huff in sorrow at what he finds missing down below.
Staggering with the forcing need in relieving the pressing demand of his bladder, grumbling in his turbulent mind of all the past glories that it was to be "Young, Dumb and full of Cum!" as his father always would casually point out. His mind slipped back remembering their treasured origins. Whatever actions he had gone afoul in, that loving albeit stern protector would just utter those simple words at him in a stern voice with mirth sparkling throughout his honey brown eyes. Like it's the excuse that would answer to every happenstance regardless of his son's actions, shaking the sleep finally from his mind as the cold forcing his body to seize it's movements; the groggily donkey planted himself onto the throne blindly.
All thoughts flew from his mind at the sudden realization the seat is still up and 'Ice water on balls is a lot colder than he is ready for this morning!' The frigid water below rippling as Jud's recoiling balls repel back in their dwindling sack is containing them, trying desperately to pull away from their frigid depts. Their retreat especially against his heated flesh is agonizingly slow, allowing heat to spread back as they churn in protest! Lost in the sudden awareness of his predicament Jud finds mirth quite noticeable in his now pronged position. His tail quickly trying to shield his stony flanks from the chilly surprise to no avail, quickly replacing the seat and planting back down he scolds himself to the self imposed shock he just received.
Reaching down and fishing two thick fingers into his sheath expertly attempting to extract his spongy cock from its seltzery confines. With probing success, he suddenly feels that cold sting yet again with the morning air making its presence uncomfortably known from his chilled balls to his roan shaft. That sensitive dilemma playing in his most responsive of places as it slowly attempts to recoil in safety. The stark flash of morning air dances against his tender flesh, forcing a grimace to cross his contorting face. His body stiffening in protest, while he quickly shifts in his position, only allowing his member to snake down just into the needed direction, snuggling the engorging flesh between the crevasses of his thigh and undulating nuts, he relaxed with a heavy sigh. Feeling his substantial orbs churning in their wet leather sack, it scarcely able to contain them in its state, Jud's let his body go, granting the needed ability to relieve himself.(This being one of the more personal experiences he didn't mind all that much.) Finishing his business with a sloppy back handed flushing, Jud stands to examine himself in the mirrored shower doors before him.
Yes, he's in great shape (he would tell anybody that if they ever just would ask him instead of whispering just out of ear shot) for his 43 years of hard life he still stands tall regardless of what anybody thinks. Efforts evident with his sinuous of gray matted muscles dancing with his movements, letting his left hand lazily attempt to coax his appendage back into its confines. With little affect he sighs and scans the mirror with disgust at his reflection. There before him is his smoky likeness. Showing off his past deeds of both good and bad within its cowardly reflection, hard work and long labors have sculpted his body finely and his broad shoulder though slouched still displayed the vascular muscles that composed them. Rippling down his arms and lost into his disheveled gray fur, Jud found his broad chest quivering as his pelt twitched protesting against the cold morning air. Thick mahogany nipples punctuated his pecks, jazzing them with subtle movements (he chuckled to himself remembering the delight both his boy's would squeal with when he would perform these actions for them in those days lost) letting them dance with every movement.
Tracing the thin hint of his sphinx colored chest fur down to his vibrant treasure trail, the contrasts muffled against his gray fur just slightly. Jud looking back into his bloodshot eyes with a small amount of mirth, his beard though tangled with sleep and caked with drool from his regretted stupor still stood proudly on his lower jaw albeit badly mangled. Curling his lips back, revealing the slimy yellow stains in his teeth showing yet another sign of his nightly self-abuse. Jud huffing a quick breath; only to recoil at the aroma it exposed, his desperate need to brush his teeth moving to fist on the list of morning tasks. Glancing back down at his reflected image scanning his body again, to his own dismay his cock hung limply still tucked behind his heavy swaying balls, hanging miserably to just past his upper knee with even the center ridge barely prominent in its emaciated state.
"Oh... to be that young again!..."
"I envy those two lazy asses of mine!?" (A bemused smile sneaking across his long face with memories of years past sneak into hidden places within his mind. Knowing the joys of youth and the real waist that it is in being given to the young, still feeling his heart beat with pride thinking of his two sons and the years yet to come for them)
Quickly, Jud stopped his meanderings, stomping towards the offending mirror with his ear's pointed forward in determination, hearing his hooves clack against the flooring. Snapping the door open with a jerk and reaching in with his left hand, he quickly flipped the handle to on. Forcing it as far as it would go in the attempt to start the hot water coming. (it took way too long to get the hot water going in this old house.) Closing the door with a flip of his wrist and hoofing it to the sink he set about removing the offending orders from his Saharan maw. In no time, the telltale wisps of steam started floating above the shower and fogging the mirrors, Jud quickly finished with his teeth, dropping the brush back into the sink and spitting the last dreg's of toothpaste at it he finished. Flicking his tail and swiveling on one hoof, striding back to the steaming enclosure and absentmindedly entering the steamy shower. Clasping the door as the shock of the sudden heat started stinging his back forcing his attention to the desperately missing cold water.
Prancing ever so slightly in the scolding water as it saturated his unkempt fur, his frantic attempts at adjusting the water to a more bearable and relaxing level now finally accomplished. Placing calloused hands against the cool tile sighing contently and resigning his fate, finally allowing the water to do it's much needed job. Feeling his body loosen up in the heated pressures from the overhead spray, he slowly lifts his head to allowing water to splay across his long face and headfur. Heat spreading from the tips of his flaring nostrils down to the base of his hooves, Jud relaxed reveling in the simple joys of a hot morning shower slowly resting his head against his pungent crusty chest..
Snatching the soap from within the showers cluttered perch he leisurely starts removing all reachable traces of the previous night's endeavors. The pungent acidic smells of alcohol and sweat incrusted within his gray fur melding in with the soap. Hazy memories fading, slowly they are being scrubbed from his body with every labored stroke, feeling his body respond with every touch. With his muscles so tenderly yielding into his bulky fingers, scrubbing those most tender and sensitive areas with just the right pressures, trying to clean his brawny body with every delicate fingers caress, only effecting hidden feelings deep within his relaxed mind. Scratching clumped and encrusted patches of fur slowly until his ebony skin feels like wet velvety silk under his touch. Each stroke sending chills of painful release and pleasure throughout his brain. (his skins electric, vibrations igniting within his animating body, despised secrets exploding from the unseen limits of his carnal mind. Jud's slow deliberate actions probing his constricting muscles under his yearning skin, every nerve of his shuddering body coming to life with his restricted movements.)
Reveling the majesty that is his body and being stimulated to such expert limits. Jud quickly lifts his pulsing tail exposing his jagged flanks as water sheets from his tails course hair. Admonishing himself for not only attempting to wash all traces of the night's actions free, but just simply basking in the torrent of hot water beating into his hide is one guilty pleasure he will indulge. Inwardly, he's slowly surrendering to the subdual desires evolving within. He slowly glides abrasive fingers against velveteen flesh. Prodding his tail bluntly using two soapy digits ideally stroking the soft-leathery opening, fervently sensing movement from his rapidly engorging member trying to pull free from its forced confines, the tantalizing advance caused by his slow tail washing to lost in his inner focus. Playfully washing sensitive areas and surrendering within his hidden desires. The longing for those secret itches to slip free into his body. With painstakingly subtle acts of cleaning; now truly bringing his body to life! With a mourned pang of longing he forces two fingers into the spongy soapy opening feeling it resist, with a painful wince he thrust deeper.
Overcome, his need surrenders into his sinfully depraved thought. What delicate painful pressures they are, body exploding and coming to life with the slightest touch and leg's quivering. Jud starts prodding those impassioned silken depths with delicate flicks of his skilled fingers, forcing his cropped main into bristling with the sensations arcing throughout his body. Mind reveling, pleasures growing with every movement of his unashamed actions he softly starts closing his eyes'. Wonderfully enjoying his self-pleasures wholly. These forbidden passions needing denied and unfathomable to ever dared ask of another sentient being burning deep within him. He's shared his passions....
Only gasping suddenly with stark realization in the bristle of cold crackling against his rapidly inflating cock, forcing shivers of confusion to dancing with the pleasures from the impenetrable obstacles collision into the tile wall, Drawing back slightly, shifting his knees, allowing the greatly needed free movements that something monstrous required. Jud again probes deeper into his quivering bowls, searching for that beloved spot. It always granting so much secret pleasures when asked, inflating his actions with the feelings from his tail, it in a state of unconscious will, clamping down in rhythm with every heartbeat.
Leaning slightly forward, widening his stance and steadying himself, Jud slacking his jaw and letting his tongue slather free. A quick piercing of his borrowing fingers deep into his impassioned tailhole, there the longed for target found at last. Gasping in the sensations exploding within his body, eyes rolling back in longing, cock slapping forcefully against his chest, grinding his thickness vigorously in the damp fur experiencing every engorgement caused by his silky flexing chest. Fingers thrusting deep against that pulsing knot within his sex, pleasures radiate throughout his body forcing a labored gasp forcing air into his screaming lungs. Bringing his free hand to the base of his engorging cock steadying it, only needing to lowers his gaping muzzle and letting his tongue freely slather the spongy mass pulsating there. Crushing his eyes shut, he croons his neck forward, allowing the fleshy cock to brush past his flicking tongue sliding its girth deeper into his maw. Jud encloses his shuddering lips around the leaking head tasting his musky salt before the flair begins to curl beyond his ability to swallow any further.
Hunching his hips forward driving the substantial piece of throbbing horse flesh deeper into his self-taught gullet, feeling the telltale explosions of lust building within his tightly retracting nuts, knowing the joys they will elicit all too soon. His sex demanding just so little more teasing his tongue with the promise of the copious amount of sweet cum his actions will bring forth. The implanting angry member he so fervently suckles upon resonating body and soul, it demanded release! Fuelling his fervent desires for his tasty seed and the pleasures they gave. Jud frantically worked every pleasure possible towards his impending release. His longing is to be guzzling much more then he found within his heated grasp. Grinding all 4 broad fingers passionately against the agonizing knot within his ravenous and sloppy tailhole, whiling himself to lose control and surrender.
Gasping a desperate breath knowing all too well what is to cum! The titillating smells of his actions mixing unbridled musk in with the steamy smells as he plunges his greedy mouth well past the cresting ridge of his mammoth cock. Feeling the flair locking deep into his suckling throat, Jud greedily begins drafting heavily using his undulating tongue and mouth, relishing in the feeling of the loss of air heightening sexual tension begging the promised release.....
"DAD!!!..."
"Don't use all the hot water?!....."
"Remember me and Clem still have to get ready for school!"
The stark and unexpected brash voice of his youngest son Sly shatters his dream state sending his mind lurching awake, dripping tail flagging up and ears flicking back in utter shock! Jud's suddenly finding himself back under the showers heated spray utterly confused. Nothing registering until the painful slamming of his muzzle exploded in PAIN!
Especially now that his garishly bleeding nose painfully rested against that unforgiving tile, the walls response, only its sickly sounds (a ball wincing crack as it was). A muffled yelp of pain escapes his clinched teeth, blinking wildly trying to see through blurry eyes and understand what the hell is really happening. The harsh realization slams home, mostly due to the pain coming from his aching nose answering the obvious.
"Ahh..."
"...."
"Geezzz....!"
"...."
"Go..... get your Bother up.....!"
" A-N-D..... N-O...."
"... jumping 'ON' him 'O...K...'!?"
Jud's face contorting fiercely, his gravelly voice breaking noticeably in his pointed ears hearing mockingly voice echo off the grubby white tiles of the shower striking the admission resounding in his failures at keep a shred of dignity lost now to his son. His inabilities with hiding the pain as hands desperately are flinching, just to clamp his maw like the colt of his youth. If only he's able to squish the pain and keep the cursing within his smarting mouth hopefully?
"(For Sly's sake... Yeah!)"
"You okay in their dad?"( the young colts voice laced with unseen concern)
"Yeah..."
"Just hit my nose S'all!...."
"Don't sneak up on me like that! Your 'Little-ass' about gave d'this donkey Da Hardatack!.."
(His straining voice, grumbling in its subtle yet mocking southern drawl.) Jud quickly retorts the concerns that Sly liked to point out so suddenly. And he loved to deliver them with his cheeky grin or lurid smirks backing them up. But that being said he's always expressing them evenly tempered with his budding teen angst.
" Just check'n O-L-D Mule!..."
Sly's shrill voice quickly fading with his "Mule" comment as he quickly hoofed it out of there, leaving Jud smirking wryly now that he's really is awake....