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.

Another, but not as yell loud would erupt from the gargoyle with the same word ad Chip lowered him down almost, but not as hard as last time. Seems like Chip likes to do things rough, but is the red gargoyle into that? Who knows, but this didn’t stop him from jerking himself off just to distract his brain from the pain which was working in fact. His legs were still trembling a bit from the intrusion in his hole since he was the one on top of the wolf man.

Chip could tell that pain was shooting like daggers through the crimson beast’s body, but pain was all part of the process of losing one’s virginity. Lustful groans from both parties filled the air around them as the wolf carried on with his work. His brawny arms lifted and lowered the slimmer male along his sizeable shaft, having now slowed his pace and fallen into a steady rhythm. Each thrust was marked by the telltale ‘slap’ of Brooklyn’s supple cheeks pounding against Chip swollen canine knot.

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.