chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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 was trying his best to keep from breaking into a frenzy of moans and growls with each stroke along his sensitive flesh rod. “Th-Then I better not keep you waiting…” Gingerly he took a hold of the gargoyle’s waistband and down went the jockstrap to let his hard member flop free. “Oh my… you’re a bit bigger than I expected…”

While the gargoyle was smaller than Chip’s, he was only just about a few inches shorter if not one inch. The gargoyle blushed when he saw his own red slightly thin member standing tall, leaking pre down his own rod. The fact that he was bigger than the other expected him to be just made him blush even more. “Thanks, man…I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to compete with yours…it’s so thick and long…”

“Heh, it’s hard to beat something as big as me.” Chip’s eyes were held firmly on Brooklyn’s sizeable (though still smaller compared to his own) manhood. Mouth watering slightly with hunger, he wrapped his large paw around the width of the other’s cock, grasping it with ease. “Mmm, so warm.” He purred while giving it a tug, the slick coating of pre aiding him.

His clawed toes curled when the other gave it a tug, pre starting to coat the others hand, making his rod feel much slicker than it was earlier. The gargoyle let out a satisfying moan just as his tail was starting to either sway or curl itself from the others action. “I know it’s early, but this feels really good….”

Sharing this was new for the gargoyle no doubt, and it gave Chip a strange sense of honour to be Brooklyn’s first. His paw masterfully worked up and down over Brooklyn’s sensitive flesh wanting to make this experience the best he could. “Ya feeling alright so far, buddy?” He asked, briefly shifting his sight back to his companion’s face to see how he was enjoying himself.

The gargoyle was breathing in and out gently, moaning every time the other would stroke up and down his red shaft to where he could only respond to the question of a nod. His hips were starting to buck forward into the others hand as if on instinct to make it more pleasurable for him and fun for the wolf man. In return to this, the gargoyle gave the wolf man firm squeezes on his thick rod, rubbing it up and down from the head to the end to the shack.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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 was trying his best to keep from breaking into a frenzy of moans and growls with each stroke along his sensitive flesh rod. “Th-Then I better not keep you waiting…” Gingerly he took a hold of the gargoyle’s waistband and down went the jockstrap to let his hard member flop free. “Oh my… you’re a bit bigger than I expected…”

While the gargoyle was smaller than Chip’s, he was only just about a few inches shorter if not one inch. The gargoyle blushed when he saw his own red slightly thin member standing tall, leaking pre down his own rod. The fact that he was bigger than the other expected him to be just made him blush even more. “Thanks, man…I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to compete with yours…it’s so thick and long…”

“Heh, it’s hard to beat something as big as me.” Chip’s eyes were held firmly on Brooklyn’s sizeable (though still smaller compared to his own) manhood. Mouth watering slightly with hunger, he wrapped his large paw around the width of the other’s cock, grasping it with ease. “Mmm, so warm.” He purred while giving it a tug, the slick coating of pre aiding him.

His clawed toes curled when the other gave it a tug, pre starting to coat the others hand, making his rod feel much slicker than it was earlier. The gargoyle let out a satisfying moan just as his tail was starting to either sway or curl itself from the others action. “I know it’s early, but this feels really good….”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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 moaned a bit at the grope from the wolf man as he kept rubbing the others appendage, goimg slow at first to then pick up speed gradually. “You can bring it out if you want….”

Chip was way ahead of him on that. Cautiously, he started to undo Brooklyn’s belt and eased down the zipper on his jeans until out popped his bulging jockstrap. He focused his gaze down at the snug, tightly pack pouch of the other’s underwear. “How you liking that Jock, Brook?” Chip asked with a tease while groping him heavily.

His moaning increased when the other was groping him even more through the jock he was wearing. “F-feels fantastic…and tight…” His own motions were to gentky squeeze the others appendage almost like what chip if doing with his confined member. The jock wad halfway soaked with pre at this point.

Chip was trying his best to keep from breaking into a frenzy of moans and growls with each stroke along his sensitive flesh rod. “Th-Then I better not keep you waiting…” Gingerly he took a hold of the gargoyle’s waistband and down went the jockstrap to let his hard member flop free. “Oh my… you’re a bit bigger than I expected…”

While the gargoyle was smaller than Chip’s, he was only just about a few inches shorter if not one inch. The gargoyle blushed when he saw his own red slightly thin member standing tall, leaking pre down his own rob. The fact that he was bigger than the other expected him to be just made him blush even more. “Thanks, man…I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to compete with yours…it’s so thick and long…”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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 moaned a bit at the grope from the wolf man as he kept rubbing the others appendage, goimg slow at first to then pick up speed gradually. “You can bring it out if you want….”

Chip was way ahead of him on that. Cautiously, he started to undo Brooklyn’s belt and eased down the zipper on his jeans until out popped his bulging jockstrap. He focused his gaze down at the snug, tightly pack pouch of the other’s underwear. “How you liking that Jock, Brook?” Chip asked with a tease while groping him heavily.

His moaning increased when the other was groping him even more through the jock he was wearing. “F-feels fantastic…and tight…” His own motions were to gentky squeeze the others appendage almost like what chip if doing with his confined member. The jock wad halfway soaked with pre at this point.

descendant-of-wyvern:

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 moaned a bit at the grope from the wolf man as he kept rubbing the others appendage, goimg slow at first to then pick up speed gradually. “You can bring it out if you want….”

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

chip-of-ror:

descendant-of-wyvern:

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“R-right…” He let his hands move away from his front, still bulging under his tight pants. The gargoyle rubbed the back of his head nervously.“Sorry I’m new to this and…honestly don’t know where to go from here…

“Hey, it’s alright. If you want we can take this slowly. I’ll help guide you through it.” The wolf’s expression softened into a calmer, more considerate smile. He reached out and rubbed Brooklyn on his shoulder comfortingly. “And if you don’t wanna do this, that’s okay too.”

“N,no, no. Let’s do this…I feel comfortable around you to do this with…” He did in fact feel at ease around the mutant wolf as his shoulder was rubbed. “Show me please….”

descendant-of-wyvern:

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.

“R-right…” He let his hands move away from his front, still bulging under his tight pants. The gargoyle rubbed the back of his head nervously.“Sorry I’m new to this and…honestly don’t know where to go from here…