Wet night, wet bodies

By: CrimsonStar
Commissioned by: LoneWolf669

It was a dark rainy night over Manhattan. The thunder of lightning over the clouds shook the city as it tried to sleep. The dim lights of working offices looked like a sea of stars when seen from above.

Under the cover of darkness, Brooklyn glided quietly above the massive buildings, enjoying the cold feeling of water running down his spine, as the droplets slid down his crimson skin in flight. His wings extended wide below the clouds, hidden among the darkness, flashing briefly as a shadow under every lightning. The muscular gargoyle was scanning the streets below as he had done many nights before, hoping to find a suitable human: Handsome, yet submissive; elegant, yet lascivious. It had to make the perfect pet for him and Katana. They could probably do with less than ideal, but this time it was special. He had been thinking for quite some time now, that his son Nashville was also reaching breeding age. 

This meant that whoever he brought back, would probably be a pet not only for him and his partner, but also for Nashville. After all, more than once he had seen his erections manifesting themselves with little stimuli. On top of that Katana had been wanting to “spice up” their bedroom relations, and in her eyes, a human pet would be just what they need. “Everybody wins.” In her words. 

After a few minutes of gliding, he stopped to take a rest on a low building. The warmth of the people still working inside flowed out along with the lights reflected in the street. He could see his own breath turning into mist as it left his mouth. He rubbed his hands and braced against a wall while the rain continued to pour all around him.

Inside the building, a young man of ragged hair and tired eyes, waited nervously in a disorganized office. Combing his hair with his fingers while wetting his lips. He was exhausted. 
The entire day had he been working on some ridiculous balances, trying to hide his boss’ obvious excessive misuse of company funds. He had turned them in a few minutes ago, but his boss, a tall, fat man, in his middle sixties had just summoned him back in from the street. That was ten minutes ago, he was now waiting for him to come. 

Tyler head the door slide and turned back to see his boss entering the room. Shambling as he always did, he sat in front of him. The old man was clearly angry, his bald head and sagged face made Tyler, with his 19 years seem even younger. 

“Well Tyler. You dun fucked it up.” His boss began in a tired voice. “I should have given you a bonus. You know why? Because it seems you are a mother fucking retard!” The old man snapped and there a bunch of papers into the desk. “You printed this in office-stamped paper! Office. Stamped. Paper. Do you realize what that means? Everyone know I had YOU do this now!” He slammed the table. “Get the fuck out of my sight. Don’t bother with your stuff, I’ve already thrown everything through the window. You can pick that shit up on your way out.”

Tyler was shocked. As soon as he heard those words spill out in front of him, his world came crashing down. He couldn’t get fired. He couldn’t! His mortgage was due to next week, if he didn’t make next payment he would be thrown out. Just the same way he was thornw out of the office building into the rain outside.

When Tyler looked back, the guards began turning off the lights and he found himself completely soaked wet in an instant. With a low sigh he began walking down the street,m wondering still how could he manage to get the money he needed for next week. He could get a part time job. Maybe ask money to his parents… Maybe try and take a loan from the bank. AS if they were going to give money to a poor wretch like him…

Suddenly he was pulled back into reality by the sound of hurried steps behind him. When he tried to guess where he was, all he could say for sure was that he was at a dead end, and that the rain had begun to lift. He was shivering in cold, and behind him, two tall muscular men, one of them carrying a wrench in his hand were looking intently at him. 

“Bad place to go for a walk, pretty boy.” Said one of the men, spitting at Tyler’s feet. Before he could react and beg for the few dollars he had in his pocket, the two muggers were on him. Ony hit his stomach, lunging him to the floor in pain. The other one hit his back with the wrench, he let out a groan and he felt a storm of kicks bludgeoning his every bone.

As he did his best effort to cover his face and head with his arms while squirming in the floor, Tyler could suddenly feel a gush of wind rising around him. And the beating stopped. He heard the thieves groaning and grunting in pain and then their hurried steps running away from Tyler’s side. 

When he rose his head, he found an oddly shaped man facing him with his hands on his hips. Tyler couldn’t help but let his eyes wander into the flaccid penis the man toted between his thighs. The gapped for an instant, looking at the muscular body of the crimson creature in front of him, before he noticed that the gargoyle was extending his hand to him.

“Hey there, are you alright friend?” Brooklyn asked, as Tyler stood to his feet purposefully tumbling a little bit, just to be able to touch that crimson body. 
“Yes. Yes. Thank you. You… What are you?”
“Oh…” He laughed softly. “I’ll tell you, but lets get to somewhere more tranquil. Is that alright?”
“Yes, it is. Shall we…”

Before Tyler could continue talking, Brooklyn embraced him with his arms and rose in flight suddenly. Leaving behind him a small whirlwind of water droplets. During their flight, Brooklyn explained to Tyler his existence as a gargoyle, and bit his tongue to avoid revealing the secret of his intentions that night. After flying for a few minutes, they ended up in Central Park, in a dark damp spot away from curious eyes and far from the city lights. The beautiful moonlight of the now clear sky bathed both in a beautiful silvery veil. Below which Brooklyns body seemed even more beautiful than before. His strong symmetrical features were charmingly so, further accentuated by the crimson tone of his skin. Tyler spent a long while in silence, contemplating the stony sking of his new friend, letting himself indulge on the irreality of it all. Of being here in a humid night with a beautiful exemplar of a majestuous race. His definite expression, his wild eyes, his toned muscles and striking pose. His heroism… Tyler soon found himself gaping towards the gargoyle. Which Brooklyn noticed. 

The crimson man turned towards Tyler with the intention of speaking, yet when he noticed Tyler’s eyes rolling down to his crotch, Brooklyn decided to remain silent and let his body talk. Under Tyler’s eyes, the gargoyle’s naked body began to show clear signs of arousal. His beak tweaked into a sly grin. His nipples suddenly becoming hard and plump. His arms dominantly crossed at chest level made Tyler even more perceptive. Yet what really made his body surrender completely to the gargoyles every whim, was finding right in front of a gorgeous erect penis, glowing crimson like the entirety of its owner, flashing fully erect under the moonlight. 

Tyler felt the blood in his veins freeze for an instant upon such sight. His heart pounding hard inside his chest. He swallowed in anticipation, his mouth surging with saliva. He looked up, as if as asking for permission, and all he got was a wide grin in response. Down on his knees, Tyler took a few lunges forward, approaching his face to the gargoyle’s instrument. He could already smell the wetness it emanated and he himself felt his own manhood being painfully trapped inside his pants. 

He drew closer while closing his eyes. He kissed the enormous dick. With his eyes closed shut, he could still guide himself with the warm feeling that cock emanated, it throbbed and twitched under the hands that he had now extended to begin caressing it. Only now he also realized the size of the dick he held so close to his lips. It was the biggest he had ever seen, and he loved every inch of it.

Tyler opened his mouth and let his tongue slip out into the shaft. He doubted at first, under the salty taint it had, yet as he began to lick it up and down, he couldn’t help but start enjoying the delicious aroma and flavor it had. To the point that he soon found himself begging for more inside his head.  Again and again he let his tongue flap loose all over the gargoyle’s dick. Going as low as the creature’s testicles, which he took the time to carefully place in his mouth and playfully suck on; before returning back to licking with renewed impetus.

Brooklyn, was submerged in an ocean of pleasure. The human was as skilled with his mouth as he was handsome. This hands were steady, but gentle, his lips soft yet passionate. His tongue was as skillful as the most trained hand and had it been longer, he would have cummed from the wet sensation alone. However, just licking wasn’t going to cut it. Gently he nudged his tail up and his pelvis backwards, forcing his penis to lean forward ever so slightly. Just enough for Tyler to get the message. 

Tyler felt his heart race at the request. The thing in his hands was massive, bigger than any he had ever seen before. He doubted for an instant. Yet, he loved it. It’s warmth, it’s sweet fluids… The mere idea of having it unload its delicious load inside his mouth made him shiver in excitement and he began putting Brooklyn’s dick inside his mouth, with some difficulty at first.

The instrument was thick and warm and throbbed with delight as Tyler continued to excert his mouth over it. With a little effort he was able to put the tip in. He then continued to push it in, going as as as he could. Twirling his tongue around the glorious dick, exhaling his warmth into it and dripping saliva as he continued to run up and down the shaft.

As Tyler served Brooklyn's dick, the gargoyle began to let out soft grunts that mixed in with the sounds of the many critters that made of Central Park their home and Tyler could feel that the gargoyle was beginning to make small rythmic movements with his hips, slowly rocking Tylers head as he did so.

Further turned on by Brooklyn's response, Tyler began to let his hands loose and allowed them climb up through the gargoyle’s legs. Slowly feeling the alluring texture of that crimson skin under his fingers, increasing the pace of his sucking as he did so. His muscular thighs relaxed as Tyler’s hands ran through them and playfully slid into his buttocks. Brooklyn let out a snore upon feelings those playful fingers begin to play with the base of his tale. Indeed one of his most erogenous zones, he placed his hands over the kneeling human’s head as if fearing that his legs would fail him. 

Tyler took the hint and slid his fingers further down, seeking avidly between the warm, soft feeling and humid lumps of flesh that made for the creature’s rear end, for that delicious hole of pleasure that he knew he could find hidden among these rather soft feeling walls of skin. After sliding up and down a couple of times, while maintaining the impetus back and forth sucking of the crimson sick, Tyler let his fingers slide into the Gargoyles inside, sing his middle finger as a guide while the others followed.

Brooklyn reacted with a wave of excitement that rush through his body, his dick growing even bigger inside Tyler’s mouth and his movements becoming more and more frantic with each passing second. Again and again his hips began to increase the strength of their rhythmic pushes going deeper and deeper into Tyler’s throat, as the human’s fingers also made their own stride for the most sensitive spots in the gargoyle’s rear end. Harder and harder the two of them began to rock as the pleasure continued to build up for Brooklyn. He could already feel his pelvis muscles clenching, but before releasing his load inside Tyler’s delicious throat, he pushed the human’s head back, panting and his penis twitching in the agony of wanting for more.

“Ugh… Wait…” Brooklyn managed to put out, regaining some of his composure. “Take your clothes off, there is still some fun to be had.

Tyler, as in entranced by the beauty of the gargoyle, slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Belt and pants followed. By the time he covered his chest with crossed arms, no longer shivering for the cold, Brooklyn had a wide grin on his face and was playfully handling his own dick. Before Tyler could say anything he noticed that crimson instrument suddenly stiffening, and Brooklyn pointing it towards the man’s naked body. 

Without a word, out of the tip a stream of liquid came out. to Tyler’s surprise it was aimed directly at him. At first he flinched under the feeling of the warm fluid against the night's cold, but soon got used to it and it’s smell. To the point that without even realizing he was doing it, he found himself looking for the stream to land on his face, and as he did, he opened his mouth to receive even more of that pee inside him. Brooklyn, taking the hint squeezed every last drop he had into the human’s mouth. Until the stream was reduced to just a few droplets, and then it ceased to pour out. 

With a warm smile on his face. Brooklyn proceeded to bring the human up to a standing position, gently sliding his hand over the human’s cheek, and again, before he could say anything, the gargoyle went in for a deep passionate kiss. His rough lips battling with Tyler’s. His tongue making it’s way into the human’s mouth. Exploring every inch of it, every flavor, every texture. After some burning instants, Tyler could feel a large lump pushing against his belly, as the gargoyle’s wings extended behind him, joining both men together in an embrace under the bright moonlight. Tyler shifter a little bit to put his own erect penis next to the gargoyle’s, as he felt the gargoyle’s becoming ever bigger with every passing second. Brooklyn was being driven into excitation the the sweet smell of Tyler’s scent intertwined with his own piss. It was, to him, maddening. 

After a few instants locked in that passionate embrace, Brooklyn pulled him away, his wings extending high above before being seated behind him.

“Would you get on your knees?” The gargoyle asked with a bright smile.

Tyler bit his lip while flashing a kinky smile, before turning around, dropping to his knees and putting his hands on the floor. He rose his rear, feeling it open wide against the chill night air, offering it as a gift to the gargoyle.

Brooklyn took a few steps forward, clasping the human’s rear with both hands and carefully caressing it. His dick raging wildly seeking for an entrance into that delicious butthole. While continuing to rub Tyler’s buttocks, Brooklyn took his own penis in hand and began to aim towards Tyler’s anus. Slowly but steadily, Brooklyn began to slide his way into Tyler, first the tip, the rough ridge… The entirety of it. Both men were grunting in pleasure as they became one. Brooklyn’s hands extended over Tyler’s back, and then slid to his hips. They both could feel the gargoyle’s precum pouring out and acting as lubricant as he began to move in rhythmic rocking motions. 

Over and over, Brooklyn began assaulting Tyler’s insides. Pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust encroaching his claws against the human’s hips. Reveling in the sound og his thighs hitting against Tylers rear. He brought himself down over the human and began nipping on his neck, licking it with sensuality as the human had before worked on his now loving dick.

After a few minutes, Brooklyn felt the all too familiar sensation of the orgasm beginning to build up on his body. His balls drawing closer to his body, his pelvis stiffening his entire body stiffening in preparation from a theatrical release of his seed. As he pushed himself over the edge with one last thrust, he withdrew from inside the human and released a gush of semen all over Tyler’s back roaring out to the moon in the agony of one glorious orgasm. His twitching penis making his body convulse with it as it went down on Tyer’s coxis. 

When Brooklyn recovered his self. He brought Tyler back up on his feet and gave him another slow kiss. 

“I want you to home home with me.” Brooklyn began. “My wife and I have been wanting to have a human pet. And my son is coming of age now, he could use a breeder.”
“You… You have a family?” Tyler asked panting.
“I do. But worry not, they will like you as much as I do.
“I’d love to” Tyler said, returning Brooklyn’s kiss.

Soaring his wings and embracing Tyler in a loving hug, Brooklyn picked up flight into the night skies. Feeling the threat of dawn loom closer. Leaving behind Tyler’s clothing, as a sign of a life left behind. 

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