Night-time in New York City, the time of day during which many of the city’s freaks and other strange phenomena would come out from their hiding places, and for Chip he was no exception. Tonight he found himself in a place he frequented: an old automotive junkyard which served as a particularly handy place to scrounge for parts when his motorcycle needed repairs. However, tonight he would uncover something he wouldn’t have ever expected, another fellow freak of the night.

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It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.

“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.

Chip nodded and patted Brooklyn’s shoulder again in reassurance. “You got it. Let’s take this one step at a time.” He spoke in a soft voice and let go of the other’s shoulder. “You mind if I get geared back up again first?” The wolf glanced back over to the pile of clothes at his side. “If I’m gonna show you I’d rather do it properly.”

He nodded, feeling only very small dissapointment that it wasn’t going to be done in the loincloth, but he didn’t mind. His heart was indeed racing on what they were about to do though. “So where are we gonna do this? Right here or your room?”

“Let’s start here, then we’ll take things to the bedroom.” Chip said, adjusting himself in his seat. As he shifted in place, the loincloth’s fabric that covered his crotch fell to the side, revealing his thick, long canine shaft for Brooklyn to see.

His eyes were trailed on the others shaft. Should he grab it? Maybe… “Lets not waste any time then…” He slowly started to touch the others appendage. Compared to his own, Chip’s was really huge.

Feeling the gargoyle’s claws against his raging hardon elicited a groan from the canine. Instinctively he grabbed onto his friend’s arm, clinging to it firmly. “Ohhh, eager to get started, aren’t you~?” Chip lightly began to pant from the attention to his shaft. “Feel free to explore as much as you like~”

“Well, I thought I should touch it, yah know?” Weather it be instinct or what he thought was right, he kept holding the others hard on firmly, gently stroking it.