Dean only had a to flash a smile at the boys he passed to cause a small following to grow behind him. Several asked Zach and Bo, each still under the donkeyboy's muscular arms, where they where headed, to which they always replied enthusiastically, "His place." the words spoken almost in harmonnic unison. And, Dean would inevitably add with a wink,"Come with!"
Dean tried but couldn't shake his homoerotic thoughts, images of Bo and Zach fused as a single, perhaps donkified, hunk, on their knees, taking his huge dick kept swimming in his mind. He imagined coating their broad back in his gooey seed and choking them on his donkeyhood's thickness, forcing its sensitive length down their throat, his voice moaning and braying loudly. His rockhard cock kept lurching in his pants, throbbing against his kneecap every time he envisioned himself letting go a pent-up load from his very heavy balls, which now felt so full and in need of release that he seriously considered forcing one of the boys to give him a blowjob before they even reached the motel.
He finally decided he couldn't hold out, he needed to blow a load, and immediately. There would be plenty of jizz left inside him he could let-go of at the motel. Nearly half-way back to the motel, Dean steered Zach and Bo into a narrow alleyway, and let the other boys follow. As he released Zach and Bo from his grip, he pushed them down to their knees and in a swift action freed his enormous, aching cock, the leg it had been straining against already soaked in precum.
Dean's clothing seemed to sag slightly as Dean took his huge donkey dick out of it, almost as if it was saddened by losing the piece of warm meat. For a second, and only a second, Dean recalled his brother Sam, "Sammy..." he whispered, voice mixed with deep regret and overpowering lust, "Sammy..." he whispered again, even as his apple-sized cockhead shot a thick wad of pre onto Bo's face. Emotions swirled inside him, but as Bo and Zach began to lick his cock's veiny shaft, they were all swiftly washed away by Dean's hungry need for release. His leathery scrotum was churning, grapefruit sized balls producing copious seed. Snickering, Dean laughed as the boys around them freed their own dicks and started to masturbate, some dropping to their knees and crawling forward, hoping to a get a taste of Dean.
Already, in his mind, Dean could envision a fused Bo and Zach taking a pounding from his donkeyhood...and as the two boys' tongues met on his dick, they suddenly stuck together...