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.

He was very thankful for the slower pace in Chip pounding him with his shaft as he continued to jerk himself off while he himself would go along the rhythm of bouncing up and down on the member. Just to ignore the somewhat lingering pain from all of this, he took deep breathed moans which did work and pretty soon the gargoyle was able to get use to it. While not 100% just yet, it was good enough to enjoy what he was meant to feel. “Oh god, Chip…” It was all he could say for now as his eyes were softening the tightness they once had earlier, but still closed.

“Goddamn Brook…You’re s-such a tight squeeze…” With every round of his long, canine cock filling the other’s constrictingly tight hole came another hot, heavy moan from Chip. As time went by the muscles in his arms gradually began to ache as he supported the smaller male. He paused for a second and wiped his paw over his forehead which as teeming with sweat. Chip’s whole body had gradually been coated in sweat. “How you holding up bud?” He huffed, gripping onto the sides of Brooklyn’s jeans again to resume thrusting.

“Okay…g,getting better…” His words were true since it’s been awhile since Chip had started to protrusion in his tight hole, but he was now starting to get use to it fully. Sure there were signals of pain here and there, but the pleasure took over his nerves and he was able to use his legs to bounce on the others cock by himself despite the slight leg shaking. It wasn’t long until he opened his eyes and looked down on Chip’s sweaty form and a slight smirk. “Damn your sweaty, Chip. I didn’t know wolfs could do that…”