Strange were those first sensations, the body as furry, having hoofs, standing on all fours, four legs, having a tail, and what seemed to direct my mentality, I had a equine cock. My penis could not be referred to as anything but it being a cock. My maleness was a crude black colored tube that when extneded and erect, hung weighty as a twenty-two ince long thing of beastly sensuality. I could with a harsh cocking of my long neck and twist of my donkey head gave one eye the chance to gawk back, as up, seeing my sheath and huge scrotum.
The personal ravashment came when from my thoughts and seeing what I had from becoming a male donkey, the idea of mating with female animals, mares, jennet donkeys, and the occasional pony mare. This instilled me to become sexually aroused, causing my cock to swell, falling from its protective sheath. As first some six inches of cock fell from the sheath, it quickly stiffened, swelling, causing it to extend. Ah, but the feelings from my cock extending, the wrinkled skin becoming taunt. My mind and beast-like wits drew me to want with a wild dire desire to feel the cock touch, as then press past the winking lips of equine female sex.
As the aroused cock become stoutly stiff, the sense of sexual want in my mind goes wild. At that moment I would chance to do or strive to gain the feeling of my cock inserted, it sinking ever more down as inside, the hot confines of a quivering mare vagina.
Great passion is aroused, and from the godly gift of male animal sensation comes the stirring in my scrotum. My balls churn with an ache for release of a flood of donkey semen. As the hips do the thrusting motions my cock will slide slickly across the ribbed muscular confines of a female equine vagina, moving along the birthing canal, my flared cock tip straining to find, as join the opening to her womb.
In that wild spark of a sexual moment, then the mind takes time to reflect. A thought tickles the scrotum, it slowing the ejaculation of semen, as works to forge a question. Indeed, my mind questioned the reality of the reason about deciding to become as is a male animal. The sheer thrill of enjoyment having sex as does a male equine with a female equine what lasts but five to ten minutes of elapsed time, makes me wonder if the thrill of it all, is investing eternity feeling torment; cast away from every kind grace offered to humans deceased.
Whether for five years or ten, maybe twenty, the farmer might let me enjoy a female once each day during the mating season. What might be the full lot of sexual pleasures during those twenty years of raw sex. I know there shall be times when my mind considers the reality as to how many females I mate, and of the eons of centuries is my cost for gaining such masculin feelings.
Eons were once explained to me as if given a Dixie cup and told to use it to dipping it, as empty every ocean on earth, when finished, then eternity had just begun!