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.

The sheer tightness of the other male’s entrance engulfing the tapered head of his shaft caused Chip to groan and throw his head back. “Oh fuck… You’re still tight.” Moaned the wolf. He took great care in inching Brooklyn downward as to not hurt him. “That’s it, just take it slow…”

His breathing would pick up in speed as he was slowly taking it in inch my inch, centimeter by centimeter till he was now halfway in till he stopped to pause for a second. “I know your not all the way in me…, but damn that feels good…” His tail was curling in and out just to take his mind off of the pain and focus on the pleasure.

About halfway down Chip’s red shaft was its thickest point, save the knot at the base of course. “It’s gonna get better from here…” It took all of Chip’s focus to keep himself from writhing and bucking hard with all that tightness clamping around his member. Breathing deeply and rhythmically, the wolf grit his teeth tight and eased the gargoyle down further with a groan until he felt Brooklyn’s tightly-stretched ring bump against the top of his plump knot.

The sounds of small, but intense pain could be heard from the gargoyle as Chip got him slowly down more when it came to his knot. He felt much stretched than he did with that finger as of now the others entire shaft besides the knot was in him. Right now a flow of curse words were leaving Brooklyn under his breath ad he held himself still yet again to get use to this.