Meet my newest character!
Species: Horse
Height: 7'0" / 213 cm
Build: Towering, muscular, working-class god-tier beef
Pronouns: He/Him
Orientation: Straight
Hometown: El Paso, Texas
Occupation: Construction foreman and owner of his own crew — no clipboard, no ego, just a pair of heavy gloves and a back built for load-bearing (both literally and figuratively).
Donny’s the guy everyone listens to — not because he yells, but because he doesn’t have to. He’s strong, grounded, and ridiculously competent, with the kind of presence that doesn’t beg attention — it commands it. He’s not cocky, just sure of what he can do (which is a lot), and prefers to let his actions do the talking.
But every now and then?
Someone flusters him. A compliment said too close to his ear. A glance that lingers. A situation where he realizes he’s being watched, and not just for his work ethic. That’s when you’ll catch it: the little shift in his stance, the flick of his ears, maybe even a muttered “uh… yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to crowd you” when he realizes he’s blocking the whole hallway. He's tall, and sometimes forgets how tall and large he is.
He’s not shy — but he can get a little soft around the edges when someone throws him off just right. And once that wall cracks, you see it: the quiet gentleness under all that mass, the guy who tries not to loom, even though he can't help it.
Often shirtless on-site without realizing it’s become “a thing”.
Eats whole cucumbers casually, like a granola bar — doesn’t explain it, doesn’t need to.
Moves with natural grace for someone so large — until he tries to squeeze through a doorway sideways and hits his shoulder.
Big hands, soft touch.
Uncut, visibly, heavily so — a fact he doesn’t talk about, but doesn’t exactly hide.
Hung beyond belief — uncut, thick, and often just there.
His foreskin is… well, famous. Described by one former hookup as “its own character.” Known as a “fiveskin”.
Smells deep and musky, like skin and sweat that’s been working all day — heavy, humid, and sharp around the edges.
Tastes like salt, man, and a little danger.
Honest work, heavy lifting, tools that fit in his palm just right.
Strong coffee and stronger eye contact.
Being touched without being babied.
Post-shift showers with someone who doesn’t mind soap on their chest and him pressed behind them.
Letting someone ride him. Literally or figuratively. Saddle optional.
Cucumbers. Don’t ask. He just likes them.
People who treat blue-collar work like it’s beneath them.
When a bed creaks too loud before anyone’s even on it.
Folks who act like “hung” means “hollow”.
Has enough muscle control to flick or flex his cock on command — not something he usually shows off… unless someone begs.
He smells like labor and it lingers — his scent stays on clothes, skin, and memory.
Secretly a sucker for aftercare but will never use the word.
Yes, he’s carried a washing machine up stairs. Yes, he did it shirtless. Yes, the neighbor watched.
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Art by foxovh
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