Just a Number
Matt loves his younger husband dearly, but worries that he isn't good enough for him. Does he need to change, or is he perfect as he is?
"Mister Roberts? Are you sure you want me to handle this myself?" The male lion gulped, burdened by a stack of papers that threatened to topple over every time he took a step. "I'm not sure I can finish all of this paperwork before next week." Staggering toward the door, he looked back with an unsure expression, his tie askew and his mane disheveled.
"Hmm? Oh, yes. Get it done as soon as possible, then. I'll authorize any overtime you may need." Leaning back with a sigh, Matt winced, gripping his wrist and rubbing the sore tendon with clawed fingers. As his office door closed, he contemplated his gut, untucking his shirt and jiggling it with a grimace. The donkey needed to focus more on his appearance. After all, he could afford a personal trainer now.
"I'm clocking out early today. Please save all of my messages until Monday. Oh, and Gladys, I approved your raise. Never leave me." Fingering the intercom, Matt stood, smiling and shaking his head at the happy woman's voice. The donkey loosened his tie and plodded down to his car, taking a moment to decompress before pulling out his phone.
[Hi there, Daddy. Miss you. Come home soon, so I can show you just how much.]
A text appeared from Tristan, accompanied by a slowly loading picture that stopped before it could reach Matt's favorite part. The smooth, trim appearance of well-groomed scales, from a bronze chest with the barest hint of definition to the slope of a flat stomach with the base of the dragon's cock tantalizingly out of view. In the background, he could see their pool, glittering in the sun.
Matt could barely contain his excitement, adjusting his growing manhood and tossing the phone to clatter against the passenger seat. Speeding through red lights without a care in the world, he rushed home, pulling into his driveway and shaking with excitement as he abandoned the car to race through the door.
Clothes shed as he walked through the house, revealing a body that was once Matt's pride and joy but now overflowed with pudge and an average-sized cock with an above-average output of slimy arousal. Most of the time, he would be more ashamed of showing off his chubby man boobs and rotund belly, but the thought of Tristan, nude and waiting for him, erased his body image issues. Grey hair and love handles didn't matter in the face of the perfect man.
"That was fast? Did you miss me, Daddy?" The twenty-year-old dragon purred as he looked Matt over with a cocky grin, taking his extraordinarily gifted cock in one hand and lazily stroking. Two feet of glistening, sweat-glazed gloriousness greeted Matt's greedy gaze, promising a masculine haze to breathe in. Two basketball-sized breeder balls pooled around their base, loosened by the heat and twitching with the promise of virile injections.
Crossing the space between them with his eyes fixated on the dragon's massive pole, Matt barely managed to stop himself from reaching out to grip the shaft, tearing himself away from the perfect cock to meet Tristan's blue eyes. "So fucking much. I can't stand being away from you." He breathed, shuddering as the bronze god of a dragon welcomed him with open arms, his sweat-drenched body exuding pure masculinity and begging for a cleansing tongue.
With a gentle hand, the dragon opened Matt's mouth, rubbing his thumb over the smitten donkey's lower lip. "Well, don't you make me feel special? Daddy's so good to me." The dragon's other endowment showed itself, licking at soft reptilian lips before slipping out, inches of fat, drooling tongue dripping as its dextrous length teased his lips. With a lewd slurp, it buried itself in Matt's throat like a prehensile cock, exploring his maw and filling his senses with the sweet taste of the dragon's kiss.
Melting against the dominating kiss, Matt could only let out a muffled moan, feeling his cock squirt a submissive glaze of arousal onto sweaty dragon balls. His tongue tried to keep up with the dragon's, but it was pined by the slimy length, forced to accept the slow glide of a deep throat-fuck. Draconic drool dripped down his chin to mess his wobbling chest, slickening chubby pecs, and he shook with arousal, every inch of his body screaming at him to submit.
A more conventional kiss followed once the dragon's tongue slurped back into his mouth, accompanied by the slow rub of warm fingers over the donkey's chest. With a confident grin, the dragon stood, his soft hands guiding Matt to take his place. "You're so tense. Rough day at work?" He cooed, nuzzling into Matt's chubby chest and biting at a nipple with sharp teeth while his greedy paws massaged their plush, jiggling expanse.
"Lots of m-micromanaging. I skipped my lunch so I could come home early." Squirming under Tristan's talented paws, Matt messed himself with increasingly urgent spurts of translucent approval, his balls boiling with the promise of an early orgasm. Embarrassment was far from his mind, overwritten by Tristan's scent and crystalline sensations from his chest.
"Poor Daddy. It's hard being the boss, isn't it?" Tristan nuzzled his way lower, his lithe form resting on Matt's belly as his talented paw took hold of the donkey's cock, slicking it with its mess. Long, lingering licks worshipped his belly, focusing on his navel and tonguing it intently despite the splatters of pre splashing against his cheek.
Uncharacteristically high-pitched moans tore from the squirming donkey's muzzle as the dragon worked him to his finish with insistent fingers. Stripes of white stained his greying brown fur, mixing with the glistening mosaic of pre into a sticky layer of submission. Panting, he relaxed backward, humping his softening cock against the dragon's stroking paw.
Abandoning his position at the shaking donkey's stomach, the dragon lapped at the glaze of cum dripping from his fingers and flopped his cock between Matt's messy pecs, enveloping the panting donkey in a world of dripping musk and heavy balls. "Time for daddy's favorite part, isn't it? You ready to open your muzzle for me?"
Nodding eagerly and licking at every inch of skin he could reach, Matt let himself fall into a submissive fog. Heated skin covered his face, churning nuts bouncing with playful thrusts between his pecs as the dragon pressed their softness together. Taking advantage of his messy fur to glide through equine cum and add to the mess with his constant drool of masculinity, Tristan took what he wanted from Matt's out-of-shape body.
Before long, Tristan removed his breeder balls from Matt's muzzle, gliding the underside of his cum-slicked shaft along the frantically licking donkey's maw until his foreskin-covered tip dripped ominously in front of the old-timer's face. Spongey flesh greeted his lips, swirling over them to leave a glistening layer of the dragon's bountiful drip before pressing forward, forcing him to relax his throat as the bulbous tip delved deep into him. Inch after inch glided past a gag reflex that disappeared a month into their marriage until the base of the dragon's cock kissed Matt's lips, his balls swaying in front of flared equine nostrils.
Swallowing around the deeply entrenched cock, Matt took hold of his shaft, stroking it in time with slow thrusts and relaxing into the chair. Masculine musk smeared across his face with every hilt, marking him as the dragon's bitch. Those boyish hips never surged forward to claim him, massaging the entire length of his throat with pulsing masculine flesh and coaxing long rivulets of drool from the corners of his mouth with every suction-laden thrust.
It wasn't until darkness teased Matt's vision that Tristan relented, easing his shaft from the grateful donkey's throat and revealing a drool-slickened length for the donkey to admire. Smearing his faucet of a cock across the donkey's lips, the dragon panted his pleasure, resting his paws on the donkey's heaving chest. "Fuck, Daddy. You're such a talented cocksucker. Have to reward you for taking me so easily."
Opening wide for the next round of throat-stretching ecstasy, Matt closed his eyes, focusing on the glide of sweet, sweaty cock into his maw, his wriggling moan turning into a wet gurgle. Again and again, that plundering cock eclipsed his world, claiming him with gooey shots of the dragon's approval until he felt the telltale throb of Tristan's orgasm approaching. One final slap of heavy balls against his nose buried the cock to the root, its belly bloating with a shotgun blast of cum directly into his waiting stomach. One gooey injection, two, then three bulged his already chubby stomach slightly before the cock withdrew, painting his face in sloppy strings of Tristan's cream.
A veritable fountain of virility rained down on the chubby donkey's exposed body, slickening his fevered stroking with a heavy coat of seed and hurrying his orgasm. Weakly adding to the mess with a few more shots of equine cum before Tristan's bitchbreaker finished its musky christening, he rubbed the mixture into his fur with whorish glee, his eyes glued shut.
Thankfully Tristan seemed prepared, cleaning the donkey's face with a nearby towel before roaming his paws lower, sopping up what he could of their combined mess. Staring into the satisfied donkey's eyes, he kneeled to bring their lips together, gracing the blissed-out equine with a passionate lip-lock.
"What would I do without you?" Matt sighed dreamily and reached out to rub the dragon's cheek, stretching in the sunlight and watching bronze fingers roam down his body to sop up messy strings of their lovemaking. His voice was low and husky, his throat aching with overuse, but he could barely feel the pain through the butterflies in his stomach and the afterglow.
"Probably have a heart attack and work yourself to death." Tristan teased, helping the chubby donkey to his feet and settling a paw on the man's jiggling ass while his free paw slid open the door. Twirling the equine's tufted tail between his fingers, he guided the older man to their leather couch and sat him down, flicking on the TV before bending down to collect the donkey's discarded clothes. A bronze rump flexed with each bend beneath a thick tail, and his package nearly swept the ground with each squat, showing off his puffy pink hole deliciously glistening in the artificial light above those massive, worshippable balls.
"You don't have to wait on me, you know. I can pick up after myself." Matt attempted to help the dragon, but the cushions were so comfortable. He was so drained from the release that he gave up nearly instantly, settling to watch the dragon's unintentionally erotic display. "We agreed that you wouldn't be just a housewife."
"Nonsense. You spoil me, so it's only fair that I spoil you in return." Tossing Matt's clothes into the hamper, the dragon sauntered over, plopping down next to the weary donkey and trailing doting fingers over his exposed belly. "If I wanted our marriage to be transactional, I'd go back to my days as a male prostitute before I got a taste of that Daddy ass."
Too overwhelmed by the dragon's doting touch and the press of his body against the donkey's side, Matt stared idly at the tv, slipping his arm around the dragon's shoulder. A glance at his jiggling belly and large chest reminded him of his earlier thoughts of getting into shape, and he cleared his throat to broach the subject. "So, I was thinking about working out again. Getting a personal trainer, working off some of this spare tire. What do you think?"
Straddling Matt's lap and pressing his flaccid cock against the expanse of the donkey's belly, Tristan shook his head, his paws taking hold of chubby pecs in a claiming squeeze. "Don't you dare! I might cry if you get all hard and uncomfortable." Draping his paws over the donkey's neck, the dragon wiggled closer, pressing his skinny form against damp fur. "You're perfect just the way you are. Soft, cuddly, with a bouncy ass I could ride for days at a time."
Matt was speechless, taking a paw full of the dragon's rump and searching his eyes for a hint of a joke. He'd brought this up before, but Tristan changed the subject every time. Still, even if he thought the dragon's words were a lie to help him feel better, the growing cock against his belly couldn't lie. Was Tristan attracted to his flabby old man's body?
"If you don't believe me, I could always go again." Tristan seemed to notice the doubt in Matt's eyes, ruffling his fingers through the donkey's dark mane of brown hair and humping his hips forward to grind his growing monster of a cock against the donkey's musky fur. Heavy balls and the soft skin surrounding them buried the equine's package, providing a gentle stroke along his reawakening member with each hump. "I've been craving a certain donut, after all."
Hypnotized by the dragon's insatiable libido, Matt could only nod, his mouth watering as the dragon's foreskin pulled back, his massive member smearing its approval over his belly. The donkey's member throbbed in sympathy, demanding attention, but he ignored it, coaxed by greedy paws to turn over and reveal his most vulnerable side.
"There it is. My favorite snack." Grabbing nearby throw pillows, the dragon built a comfortable rest of the donkey's belly, supporting his back so his rump could remain upturned without problems. The slow squeeze of paws parted his cheeks, massaging the marshmallowy flesh with a claiming growl. Twin jets of air teased the donkey's puffy equine hole before moist warmth tickled his well-used entrance, working its way past his weak clenches with gusto.
Biting his lip, Matt settled in for the ride, trying his best to remain still as his sensitive hole received a litany of licks and a few suckling bites. The silence broke when the dragon's talented tongue drooled past his rim, breaking through his defenses to slime his inner walls with sloppy drool, drawing a long moan from the donkey's hoarse throat. Resisting the urge to shove back, he dug his paws into the leather beneath him, feeling every thrust of that talented tongue pulse through his dick.
Long licks plundered deep into the donkey's loosening hole, working his donut into a sloppy, dripping gape for the dragon's rapacious tongue. Urged by his eager moans, suction sealed the donkey's shuddering hole, pulling at it until it grew puffy and sensitive and digging sharp teeth into the rim. It wasn't until Matt's hole slackly pulsed, unable to clench shut, that the dragon relented, withdrawing his eager maw and nuzzling his cheek against the donkey's fat ass.
Shuffling into position, Tristan swirled the head of his bitchbreaker over Matt's hole, his voice growling and uncharacteristically dominating. "Who's ass is this?" He asked as he slapped the fat underbelly against Matt's hole, guiding his piss slit to the gaping entrance to drool precum deep into the tonguefucked hole. "Who does this Daddy ass belong to?"
Overwhelmed and eager to be bred, the older donkey wiggled his hips, swallowing hard as he felt his doughy butt quake on either side of the grinding shaft. "Yours. It's all yours." He whimpered out, feeling draconic pearls of masculinity raining down on his upturned rump with each saw of the dragon's hips. Unable to resist, as soon as he felt the dragon's tip slot against his hole again, he pulled back gently, popping the head into his drool-coated hole.
"That's fucking right, Daddy. This ass is mine." Tristan took advantage of the donkey's loosened hole, stretching it wide and burying himself to the hilt. Pounding thrusts followed, giving the donkey no time to acclimate to the familiar fullness rearranging his innards. Greedy scaled paws took hold of the donkey's hips, sinking in and pulling him back into each sloppy sounding, ball-slapping thrust.
Brutal, almost feral thrusts ruined Matt's hole, blasting him full of gooey slickness. Heavy balls slapped against his own, growing stickier by the second until webs of slickness drooled down to his calves, coating his thighs in a musky mixture of dragon drool and sexual satisfaction. Weight leaned against the donkey's back, and that beautiful cock angled lower as the dragon balanced on the donkey's back, nearly crushing the equine's prostate.
In unison, the rutting men emptied their balls. Matt's watery load stained the leather below him, weakly pulsing out with each battering thrust that squished his prostate. Tristan buried himself to the root, his cock bloating with blasts of seed and stuffing the donkey's innards to the brim until a thick trickle made its way down his shaft to slime the donkey's balls.
Collapsing forward onto the donkey's back with his cock still buried to the root, Tristan nuzzled into the back of his neck, his arms sliding around the donkey to rub over his stollen, cum-filled stomach. "See? You're fucking perfect," he murmured, punctuating his words with a final thrust to churn his load within the overstuffed donkey's stomach.
Matt felt like he was in his twenties again, swooning over the dragon's manhood and drowning in his affirmations of love. He felt silly for trying to change their dynamic. Tristan seemed to have no problem with their age difference or his body, so why should he? Maybe age was just a number, after all?
Wet slaps drew Matt's attention to the dragon on his back. Realizing Tristan was still hard, he pushed back dutifully, sighing happily as the dragon settled into a pounding rhythm. Yeah, age was just a number. A number he planned to take advantage of if he could get pounded this aggressively by the hunky dragon every night.