Jackass
Some equine loving taken to the max. Nice and quick.
Walt's ears flicked sharply against the pillow when he felt the warm body press down over his gently resting form, complete with the firm arms around his midriff, the hot breath on his neck and the firmness pressing onto his thigh. The donkey opened his eyes and tilted his head to meet the gaze of the stallion, looking back down onto the smaller equine with gentle intensity that spoke more than any words he could have chosen for the occasion.
Walt neighed softly and accepted the kiss happily, and pushed his hips backwards to meet the pressure of the stallion's swollen member pressing onto the silky furs of his own coat. Myles ran his hand through the donkey's head furs and tugged on them gently when the kiss intensified, and began to involve tongues.
Having a larger lover sure showed its advantages in moments like this, the donkey thought absently while the kiss continued and he placed his own arms over the stallion's warm neck. Myles harrumphed and nickered in response and pushed his tongue intently within the warm cavity of Walt's accepting maw. The strong hips were already thrusting and rubbing the thick shaft against the donkey's side. It left a slick trail that seemed to heat up the skin beneath even further.
The donkey's own shaft had already vacated its leathery sheath and now pressed against the softness of the sheets, impelled by the rocking motion of his own body that was set by the stallion on top of him, neighing and holding his lover close while they kissed and explored each other's bodies, to get the fires going.
Walt spared a hand from the stallion's neck and blindly reached for the nightstand, to grab the pump bottle that had its customary place on the edge. Its plastic surface felt reassuringly familiar, as was the warmth of Myles' fingers, entwined over the roundness of the bottle, as it was passed on to the stallion.
Myles bit onto the donkey's ear and whispered.
"I want you on your back..."
Walt breathed out deeply and obediently took up the posture asked out of him, rolling to his back and pulling his hind legs up. His tail swished against the sheets and tickled the stalllion's knees, briefly.
They eyes gleamed and met over the expanse of the donkey's sprawled body, seeing arousal and lust in both of them, burning deeply.
Thick squirts of the lube were pumped onto Myles' palm before the stallion discarded the bottle to the side and spread a layer over his straining cock. He nickered and flapped his tail loudly at the feeling of his own hand touching his burgeoning member. The bobbing organ glistened, as did the stallion's palm, still more than wet enough when he brought it down to the base of Walt's tail and sought out the brown pucker hidden at the apex of his round butt cheeks.
Myles' thick fingers circled the wrinkled skin and covered the donkey's small orifice with a good slickness before the very same fingers began to press into the flesh itself, and seek access into the nickering equine's warm body itself. Walt's tail kept flicking and flapping against the stallion's wrist, all the while he worked against the ring muscles and attempted to make them relax before he would push something much more substantial in there.
The flesh quivered, resisted, and yielded, partially with help from the hotly breathing donkey bearing down and willing himself to relax, further, as the fingers scissored into his hole and spread lube and willing preparation into the muscled doughnut.
They breathed together, the fingers moved back and forth, rubbing lube into the donkey's stretched tunnel and seeking out the little nub within the passage that would soon be bringing him the incomparable pleasure of being taken and bred.
Walt neighed and grabbed the stallion's arm, struck by the electric shock coursing through his body and heating his skin. His cock drooled pre over his stomach.
Myles simply smiled and leaned forward, pushing the donkey's legs over his shoulders just as he lined up his blunt tip against the donkey's quickly prepared hole. The warm kiss of his tip on the muscled warmth caused him to neigh and spurt a copious steam of pre against the winking flesh.
"Ahhhh..."
The muscles complained, on the donkey's rump and on the stallion's hips, from trying to keep himself from impaling the donkey right away on his sizeable shaft. It took some negotiation to push his tip past the clenching orifice and then into the warm tunnel beyond.
The heat was almost unbearable, as were the constant rolling convulsions of the warm passage closing around his slick flesh and suckling him in. The two equines gripped onto one another and allowed their bodies to rock, soon with the slickness of the sweat pouring out of their skin and messing their furs together. Their muzzles met at some point and didn't part, for there was no need to, except for the occasional moan and the deeper breaths that were required so as not to pass out from the exertion put on them by the sheer lust that drove them to mate frantically on the creaking bed. Walt threw his head back and reveled in his role of lying there, ass up and speared by the hotly panting stallion's thick shaft thrusting into him. Their balls bounced and churned, and his rectum pulsed with the waves of pleasure coursing through his battered prostate.
The flaring of Myles' tip told both of them that the end was near. The pressure of the huffing stallion's seed pouring into the donkey's body set him off as well, heat exploding through his belly when the warm cum was pumped into his bowels in his mark of belonging to he stallion.
Their panting bodies collapsed together after only a few minutes of rough breeding, still enough to leave them breathless and staring into each other's sweaty eyes.
Words were not needed.