Master Splinter's Nights: A Night with Donatello
by tannim
August 31, 2016

	Browsing photos and videos of missions too long had taken its toll on Donatello.  Browsing the footage of their father being controlled by the rat king had been very enlightening.  He'd seen more of his father than he was used to for a lot longer than he probably should have.  Especially during one of their fights when the rat's fundoshi had slid down some to expose very a intimate view.

	Donatello crept through the quiet lair to his father's room.  He was still hot and bothered by that video and the frames he'd taking extra screenshots of for later perusal.  He shouldn't have been opening Splinter's bedroom door and he shouldn't have been standing there watching his master sleep on his bed above the covers for several seconds.  Should and shouldn't didn't mean much when he was too horny to think straight.

	The turtle slipped in further, climbing onto his dad's bed without disturbing it.  He was glad there were no springs in the mattress to make any bouncing.  It made things so much easier for what he wanted and he wanted Splinter.

	It was too hot in the lair to sleep under the covers.  The heatwave above had radiated into the sewers.  Splinter wore just his underwear, his fundoshi.  His beard hung down his neck, his taut chest and belly were all bare, his legs were bare, only his groin was covered.  So peaceful, so pretty, and so easy to touch.

	Donatello's fingers brushed over the fundoshi, feeling how thin the fabric was, then pressed harder, lightly cupping his sensei's balls under it.  He could have simply slipped his fingers in through the side, but he didn't want to go straight to it, not yet.  It was more fun to let things build, or at least it was in those stories he'd read.  Splinter wasn't even erect yet.  Stories were the best when they started soft.

	Squeezing his master's sack with one hand, Donatello rubbed over his father's chest and abdomen with the other.  He felt the muscles there for a few seconds, but didn't linger like they would in a story.  His fingers drifted down quickly to grasp around the soft dick through the fundoshi.  He wanted to feel the rat's penis stiffen in his hand.

	It only took a few seconds for it to swell in his grip once he touched it.  The swelling was slow and he liked that.  It stalled briefly, but he pulled the fabric to the side out of the way and got to watch it finish while holding it.  He sat up, then doubled over on the bed in order to give it a fond lick, bringing a grunt from the sleeping Splinter.

	Donatello pressed his lips to it and kissed its tip before taking it fully into his mouth.  Another grunt came from his father, followed by several seconds of silence while he bobbed his head up and down the stiff dick.  He rubbed his tongue along it like the descriptions in the stories had described and enjoyed the texture and clean, if lightly sweaty, taste.

	Splinter let out another grunt, followed by a groan.  He was waking up.  Donnie quickly pulled his muzzle off and lay back, catching his sensei's wet erection in his hand instead while staring at the rat's handsome face.

	When Splinter's eyes opened, Donatello leaned into view for a quick firm kiss.  There was a moment of tension before his father recognized him.  Blinking away the sleep, Splinter didn't fight Don's tongue pushing into his mouth or the turtle's free arm slipping under him and pulling him against his shelled chest.

	They held the kiss for nearly twenty seconds before Splinter pulled away. "Good morning to you too, Donatello."

	Letting go of his dad's erection, Donatello ran both hands down Splinter's velvety furred sides.  He wanted to touch everywhere and there was no complaint as he did so.  A strong hand rubbed over his cheeks when he kissed over Splinter's right nipple and it drifted to the top of rear shell when Don playfully sucked on it as well.

	Splinter watched him silently, letting things happen.  Surprise at being awakened gave way to comfort and pleasure at the welcomed touches from his son.  He wasn't sure what had brought it on, but he wasn't about to discourage the attention from possibly his shyest turtle.

	Donnie kept his hands moving.  He didn't dare stop.  After coming that far he felt his nerve weakening.  Even with how much he needed it, knowing what he was actually doing was getting to him.  If he gave his mind time to analyze things, it'd tell him he shouldn't be touching anybody like this without asking first.  At least Splinter was touching him back.  That did help some.  His arousal helped more.

	Still as stiff as it had been on his way in, Donatello paused to grab it for a firm squeeze, then let go focus on his master again.  Splinter's usually impassive gaze was softer than usual when he looked back up to his face.  There was even a smile on his muzzle.

	The rat's gaze dropped to his son's groin. "You are up quite early, Donatello.  Is there something I can help you with?"

	Donnie was breathless by the time he kissed his dad's lower belly. "Yes.  Lift you hips."

	He was glad when they lifted without a word of question or protest and he tugged the fundoshi down.  The hem caught around Splinter's erection, but he just kept pulling to hide the embarrassment of doing it wrong.  His dad's dick pulled down and to make it seem like it was on purpose, Donatello kissed and licked over the tip.  It really did look sexy to him and seemed very much like something that would happen in his stories.

	Splinter liked it too, judging by his hand playfully tugging on the hem before it could fully slip off.  He didn't hold it for more than a couple seconds, but he made it clear he was not unhappy with it.  Don tugged it all the way off, then pushed himself up onto all fours over his master's legs.

	"That's better.  Now I can get what I want."

	There was little need to ask what that would be so Splinter just lay back and let his son pet and kiss his thighs and dick.  He propped himself up to watch and leaned to the left for a better view of Donatello's own needy shaft underneath him.  Soon the teen would think of a better position, but he wasn't going to suggest it.  It was more fun letting his student be in control.

	Donnie rubbed his dad's cock eagerly while holding just the tip in his mouth.  He licked over it and kissed it and deeply enjoyed the activity.  His free hand both supported himself and rubbed his wrist against Splinter's balls.  Keeping his fingers under those well toned furry buttocks was almost as nice.

	It was almost a minute before he found himself wanting attention to his own dick, as well.  Splinter watched him with interest, one hand rubbing over his head while the other did nothing at his side.  Donatello stood up and straddled his father's head, then squatted down over him until his dick bumped the rat's long muzzle.

	"If you wouldn't mind, sensei."

	Still keeping quiet, but smiling after the lovely view of his son above him, Splinter tilted his head and caught the teen's cock in his mouth.  He had to use a hand to actually get it in decently, but it was easier when Donatello bent over him to do the same.  It was the position Splinter had been expecting him to take and the most practical.

	Donnie was happy with himself for thinking it up.  He was also happy to have his dad's erection back in his mouth.  The texture and mild musk made such a nice treat against his tongue.  With the new position, he could press his lips down far enough to fell Splinter's lightly furred sack against his lips, though it did choke him to do so with the rat's long cock poking into the back of his throat.

	He cupped the pair with one hand and gentle squeezed and tugged on them.  The novelty of Splinter's soft skin with two good sized eggs inside was a welcome addition to his cock sucking.  Things were going so well.  What else happened in those stories? Oh, that's right.  Ha, perfect!

	Donatello nodded at the thought and hoped his father wouldn't mind as he slipped a finger into his mouth with the rat's cock.  He got it good and wet while sucking them both together, then let go of his sensei's balls to slip that wet finger under Splinter's tail instead.  Splinter stiffened under him at the pressure against his anus, but he didn't stop his own mouth on Don's cock.

	The tight hole resisted at first but Donatello kept wiggling it and pressing in.  He really wished there had been better descriptions of how to do it when he'd been reading, or at least that he had paid more attention instead of trying to get through it so fast.  It was surprisingly difficult to get his finger in.  Pulling back in hesitation made going forward again much easier, though, so he kept pushing and pulling away after that.  He was getting in!

	Splinter winced at the initial pressure and relaxed visibly when his son figured out how to do it.  Donatello had been doing wonderfully up until then.  The dominant movements and taking the initiative had suited him well.  He tightened his lips and rubbed at the teen's own hole in reward after wetting a finger.

	Donnie clenched hard at that touch but he recovered quickly and kept moving his finger in and out until the whole digit slipped in each time.  Splinter's inner muscles clenched tightly around it, but always let go just as it sank in to his knuckle.  The both kept working their fingers and mouths for nearly a minute before Don felt the first tingle of getting too close in his groin.  It was time to stop.

	Pulling his head up and letting his finger pop free, he lifted his hips up and away. "That's enough! I don't want to finish first.  I want to enjoy you, sensei!"

	His father lay back, breathing heavily. "As you wish, Donatello.  It won't be... long now."

	Lowering his head to again take the rat's cock into his mouth, Donatello went back to work.  His finger slipped in again, then another poked against the hole as well until it slid in as well.  He'd always loved reading when they slipped more than one in and it really was erotic feeling that tight ass squeezing around them both.  As good as the stories were, it was so much better in real life.

	He felt a living throbbing that steadily grew faster in his mouth and the rapid clenching of Splinter's ring around his fingers.  The shallow breathing and grunts of pleasure were just as good.  Donatello's own cock still tingled from the attention his lover had given it.  Attention that hadn't been from his own hand.

	A dribble of fluid in his mouth brought made him bob his head faster up and down.  Splinter's body tensed under him while his cock swelled in the turtle's mouth.  Splinter shifted his hips with his orgasm bearing down and couldn't stop the hard clench down around his son's fingers as it hit.  He lifted his head to see Donatello taking each squirt without pausing and smiled proudly when he saw no choking or surprise.

	Donnie pressed his tongue against his father's cocktip at the first squirt.  He'd been ready for it and so happy to feel it.  His free hand caught Splinter's balls a few seconds before orgasm just to hold them when it hit.  There wasn't much to feel from them the moment his sensei came, but it made him feel happy to hold them all the same with him imagining them shrinking just a bit in time to the sticky slimy semen coating his tongue and mouth.

	The orgasm lasted for only a few seconds and only seven long pulses of cum into his mouth.  It felt longer for Don still bobbing up and down it throughout.  He didn't swallow and simply held it all in while he worked, coating his father's erection with it on the way down and scrubbing it off with his lips on the way up again until no more came out.  After another couple, Donatello pulled away and held it in his mouth for a few more seconds, looking into his master's eyes before swallowing.

	Splinter held the gaze for only a second before silently pushing himself up into a kneeling position.  He looked down at the teen's stiff damp erection, then rolled over onto all fours.  His chest pressed to the bed, his hips and tail lifted to expose and present his slightly damp anus.

	Donnie stared at it for a few seconds.  It looked far better in person than it had on the cameras.  There was so much more visible from the pretty balls to the toned buttocks and thighs.  With his tail up, it looked perfect.  Soft, pretty, and very inviting.

	He grasped his father's hips and leaned forward, bumping the well cleaned ring with his nose once, then twice, then giving it a firm kiss.  Donatello playfully bumped his chin against the top back of both testicles below it, then gave them a lick.  He lifted his muzzle up to give the root of Splinter's tail another lick before smiling and giving the ring between them a lick as well.

	His dad grunted at the third one, then groaned when the teen's tongue stayed pressed against his hole.  Donatello traced his tongue around the outer edges in a broad teasing circle and pressed harder with every revolution.  He stayed around the edge until he was pressing hard enough to lightly indent the taut skin, then drifted slowly inward toward the actual hole.  Splinter didn't move during it and barely breathed during the wonderful rimming.  After expecting only a little more finger or cock poking him before a quick full mounting, it was a very welcome surprise.

	Donatello kept his tongue in motion all around his father's ass.  It was rare to get a chance to rub anyone's butt, let alone Splinter's, so he wasn't going to waste the chance by rushing.  He nuzzled his father's right buttock, then left, just loving their heat, soft fur, and taut muscle against his skin.  Both hands ran over them as well, up to knead around his master's tail-base and back down to cup tho bottom curves while his tongue kept swirling.

	The rat's pucker gave way under the steady rimming, parting steadily until it was relaxed and pliable.  Donnie dipped his tongue into the center a few times only to pull away before going in each time.  He worried about taking too long or about not taking long enough on it.  Did Splinter mind it or his fondling? He slowed his hands and simply held them cupping his sensei's balls and still semi-hard dick instead.  Perhaps he should move on.  His dick certainly wanted him to no matter how much he was enjoying himself without it.

	Donatello hesitated for several seconds, his tongue dipping in a few more times before he just holding it in place.  Splinter didn't look up at the pause.  His son had to do what he liked after going so far already on his own.  The rimming and fondling had felt very relaxing.

	Giving into the demands of his groin, Don gave one last rimming swirl and knelt behind his father.  That had to have been enough.  Any more would have been too much, probably.  They never did it too long in stories, of course he didn't know how much time really passed in them as they never really said.  Trying to shut his thoughts up, Donatello pushed his dick against the well licked hole quickly.

	His cock was a bit dry, but after the hearty rimming, Splinter's ass was wet enough and relaxed enough to make up for it.  The whole tip popped through and he tried to push the rest right in after it.  When he felt it start sticking, he pulled back quickly.  Lubrication was important and saliva could only lubricate so fast.  Donnie slowed down and pulled all the way back out before going back in slow again.  Why was he worrying about fast? Relax and take all the time he could.  That was the way.

	Splinter heard the deep breath and flicked and ear with his son changing pace behind him.  Donatello's whole posture shifted from nervous to more composed.  He felt the teen's cock slipping in much more steadily and clenched his inner muscles firmly as a subtle reward and was rewarded himself with a groan in response.

	Don grabbed lower along Splinter's waist and pushed through the tighter grip around his cock.   He wasn't sure if his dad did it on purpose or not, that squeeze while he was still getting his rhythm down was very nice.  The next one that followed it was, too.

	He his erection in as quickly as he could without moving too fast for the modest moisture level until he was slipping in smoothly, then focused on his actual enjoyment.  It wasn't as easy as stuffing it in with his reading, but it was far more enjoyable.  His shell bumped into Splinter's hips and rocked them both on the bed.

	Even before getting his rhythm, Donatello was breathing rapidly.  He wasn't very close to orgasm, just very excited by what he was doing and had already done.  Splinter was letting him lead and it thrilled him as much as his Sensei's body itself.

	He pulled his father's tail up to kiss it, then leaned down over his master to kiss his neck, as well before pushing himself back up to focus on the actual sex.  There was so much he wanted to do but his body demanded he focus on its growing need and he pushed himself back up to thrust faster.  There would be time later for more exploration.

	Splinter rocked forward and back in time to his son's movements.  Donatello's cock stretched him out pleasantly inside as it sank in each time and he enjoyed the hard shell that bumped him every time it slid all the way in.  He pushed back when the teen pushed forward and rocked freely away when it slid out again.  Timing it was easy enough and he didn't have to hide his motion.  It was never wrong to participate in love making.

	Father and son moved together quietly, hips and bodies bouncing while they loved each other.  They shared a full minute of quiet steady sex, with the only distraction being Splinter pushing himself up onto all fours so his chest was off the bed.  Donatello's jaw tightened with the pleasure and strain building.  His breath was coming fast and shallow with his dad's body holding and sliding along his cock perfectly.

	Splinter was breathing heavier than his son, from the stimulation inside as well as his excitement from it.  Pride and love for Donatello had his heart racing with the turtle's.  He wanted more though, and pushed his chest up until he was simply kneeling in front of his lover instead.  Donnie's arms wrapped around him as soon as his back bumped against the teen's chest.  Don's cheek pressed against his from behind moments later and Splinter simply held his son's hands while their hips never stopped moving.

	Donatello kissed his cheek after several seconds of nuzzling it.  His father's soft fur tickled his lips while his father's rump pushed the tickle in his groin ever higher.  He felt so close to the edge and closer than he'd ever been to his sensei.  The base of Splinter's tail knocked against his belly shell with each thrust in the new position, but it was a welcome bumping.  It reminded him of yet another exotic detail of his lover that he could be playing with if there weren't so many others already distracting him.

	Father and Son breathed together, rocked together, and loved together for another couple minutes of steady motion.  Donatello slowed his hips to make the long moment even longer, but he never stopped.  Splinter turned his head so they could kiss and ran his hands along his student's sides from behind before pulling one of Donatello's hands down to his renewed erection.  The teen pulled at it but Splinter just shook his head and held his hand steady there.  His arousal would keep.

	Donnie let go after a few more seconds and dropped his hand to hold his father's balls instead.  He didn't have time to even worry about pleasuring his partner again.  His own orgasm was coming on strong and even to keep balance he had to let go and wrap his arms around Splinter's chest again when he sped up.

	The subtle smack of rump and tail root against shell grew louder with Don's breathing loud in his master's ears.  Splinter took a long deep breath and clamped down the moment he felt the boy's orgasm hit.  Behind him Donatello stiffened and slammed in hard, then simply stopped, his cock pulsing and his semen squirting out into the welcoming flesh inside.

	Dropping his hand down over his master's belly, Donatello wondered if he could feel the light impact each jet of cum made when it hit Splinter's inner colon.  He knew the force of his standard orgasmic spurts, but wasn't sure of the elasticity and resistance to deformation of a rats interior muscles.  It was a silly thought for him to think as the pleasure raged, but he smiled and pressed his muzzle against his lover's neck and thought it anyway throughout.  He felt so good and confident for a change.

	Splinter patiently received hes son's orgasm.  The tension flowed out of the muscles holding him as Donatello's bliss faded and he let their bodies cool together.  It was always a gift when one of his sons wanted to hold him for more than a few seconds anymore and he was not about to throw that gift away by moving in any way, to say thank you or even try to lovingly stroke a cheek.

	Donnie spent nearly a minute holding his father and feeling the living lover against him.  His cock slowly softened and slid free but that didn't bother him.  He pressed his hips more firmly against Splinter's buttocks and sniffed deeply at the rat's fur.  When he finally cooled down enough both emotionally and physically, he leaned to the right so they both were pulled back down onto the mattress.

	Don took a long deep breath, groaned, and finally broke their hug. "I'm sorry for waking you, Sensei."

	"Do not be, Donatello.  This was much better than the dream I was having." Splinter rolled over when his son's arms slid off him. "I love you and am quite happy to spend time with you that is not focused only on your ninjitsu training."

	"I love you too, Master." Don ran his right hand down his father's chest to catch his father's still swollen erection. "Should I?"

	Splinter scooted over to kiss his student's lips. "I'm already up.  I would not mind you keeping me up a few minutes longer."

	Donatello squeezed tightly for a few seconds just to feel the stiff fullness, then stroked up and down the rats shaft again.  Despite the orgasm, his heart was still racing, his body was still excited, and he really didn't want to stop yet.  The taste and even a hint of the slick texture of Splinter's semen was still in his mouth, but there were other places he wanted it.  On his face or on his shell would be very nice, but they weren't where he wanted it most and he stood up to straddle his master's hips.

	"Then I will.  I loved taking you, Sensei.  I want you to love taking me."

	Splinter stroked his beard while his son squatted down over him.  He watched the turtle's soft cock subtly bounce when Donatello's butt bumped against his cocktip.  Donnie reached back to guide it to his hole, then pressed harder, grunting in discomfort when it didn't slide right in.

	"It has long since dried, Donatello." Splinter pulled a bottle from behind his pillow poured some onto his hand. "If you would like, I can get you ready while you get me ready."

	Flushing with embarrassment at forgetting about lubrication in his excitement, Don stood up and stood over his lover after taking the bottle.  He grunted at two fingers tracing a warm slick circle around his ring, then simply bent down to dribble some over his dad's erection while keeping his rump as accessible as possible with legs spread wide.  That massage back there did feel good.

	His hole took nearly a minute of massaging to relax with Splinter pressing in steadily deeper.  Using more than needed made for a bit of dribbling down the teen's thighs but Donatello said nothing.  Feeling the two fingers sinking steadily in was very nice.  He barely touched his father's erection beyond coating it.  There was no need to shorten the fun with his hand.

	When Don was confident he was well greased and his ring had relaxed enough, he stepped forward to sit down onto Splinter's lap.  The rat's cock poked against his hole and slipped in easily, for the first couple inches.  His ass clamped down hard around it a second later and all that relaxing had to be coaxed back with some steady rocking and thrusting from them both.

	"Sorry, Sensei.  I thought I was ready."

	"You were." Splinter rubbed his son's thighs. "Your body was too.  You know our bodies contract when things touch inside.  We can't just push all the way in right away."

	"Yeah... I guess." Donatello pet his dad's wrists and sat down harder to work a little more in. "I wanted to try and take it all at once anyway."

	Splinter slowed his movements to let the turtle take control again.  It let him watch Donnie's well muscled legs flex with each downward motion and again to push himself back up.  Feeling his student's tight rump stroking all along his cock made it hard to keep himself slow.

	Don leaned forward so his knees let him rock faster until he felt it slip fully inside at last.  After a quick kiss, he pushed himself up straight again and took his master's dick faster.  The fullness when it was in and the emptiness each time it slid back out again were wonderful and it felt better when his lover's long thick cock rubbed against his prostate inside with each down thrust.

	He pressed his hands to Splinter's belly to help ease the load on his legs while riding him and Splinter held them there seconds later.  His sensei's eyes were on his face at first, but as the pleasure built, Splinter dropped his eyes down to watch Donatello's still soft cock swinging between his legs.  It slowly stiffened as he recuperated from his orgasm, but he wasn't thinking of using that.  Donnie's thoughts were only on making Splinter cum inside him again.

	Up and down his legs and body pushed and rocked.  It was harder to keep going than mounting had been but it gave him such a good view of his father's perfect masculine form and pleasured expression.  With that expression, it had to feel good.  He rocked faster, back, down, forward, and up again over and over with his inner muscles rippling around Splinter's throbbing dick.

	Donatello felt his legs straining after the first minute but kept his body moving.  Father and Son watched each other's bodies intently while the pleasure steadily grew.  Sweat made Donnie's shell shine as the exertion continued and Splinter let go of his son's wrists to press against it.  Pushing his hips up harder into each thrust made it a little easier on the teen and a lot more intense for them both.

	After all the excitement already, it didn't take too long for the orgasmic tingle to build again even with his last orgasm only around ten minutes ago.  His breath came in heavy gasps but Splinter kept it up energetically.  He wanted to make it powerful for them both.

	Donatello tried to go faster as well despite his own heavy breathing and tiring legs.  He had his eyes locked on his lover.  Splinter looked on edge and he just needed to push a bit further.

	Their hips joined repeatedly for several more seconds.  Donnie's dick stood up steadily higher until it was stiff and slapping at his shell after each stroke.  Splinter's balls bounced in time to it with both master and student panting loudly and loving each other until Splinter let out a loud growl and bared his teeth.

	A faint presence and heat spread in Donatello's colon with him fully feeling each pulse of semen shoot up his sensei's cock to add more.  He counted eight jets of cum and even held his hand to his shell as though he'd feel it through there, too.  Don dropped to fully sit on his lover's lap, cock still held within before Splinter's orgasm finished.  When it finally did fade, he lay over his father chest to chest and shared a kiss.  After a few seconds, Donnie wrapped his arms around him and rolled over pulling the handsome rat on top of him as he did so.

	"Good night, sensei."

	"Good night, Donatello.  You were very handsome taking charge." Splinter rested his chin on his son's shoulder. "I would like to see you more confident like this more often."

	Donatello smiled faintly as his eyes drooped.  The big warm body over him felt so good.  The big hot dick still inside him felt just as good.  Everything was perfect as he mumbled before falling asleep.

	"Mmm... me too."
