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Moloch scrolled down on his phone one last time before he let out an exasperated grumble and tossed the device on his bed. He continued to pace his room before picking it up once again and unlocking it with a touch. The screen was filled with a grid of naked torsos, pithy or meaningful quotes and the random smiling man a myth interspaced between. The demon knew it was a waste of time to try and find a hook-up at such a late hour but he couldn't stop his thumb from scrolling. Out of the few messages he sent, one got a reply and all it said was 'Any pics?' He of course sent some. They were followed by silence.

He drug his hand over his face and let out a groan before looking down at himself and glaring at his half-tumescent shaft. It was a deep red, darker than the rest of him with a shiny, nearly black helmet tip that stuck out from his foreskin. He liked the way his dick looked but he still frowned at it.

"This is your fault ya' know." He complained. His dick only throbbed in response. He opened the web browser on his phone as he flicked off his bedroom light resigning himself to the company of his left hand for that evening. In his favorites he found his preferred porn site. He didn't need anything crazy tonight, just something to help him melt a few pearls. He settled on a video of a gruff looking minotaur jerking off at a nude beach for a few nearby onlookers. This sort of thing always got him going.

The demon rested his phone on his chest while he reclined against his pillows. He liked to start slow, just feeling himself up from root to tip and back again. The demon watched the screen as the minotaur propped himself up on a rock, his massive tapered dick already unsheathed and jutting out before him. Moloch couldn't help but grin alongside the minotaur as he got some oh's and ah's from someone off screen.

Moloch started jerking when the minotaur spit in his palm and smeared it across the length, letting it glisten in the midday sun before he went to work. The huge fist slid smoothly over the long pink shaft, the minotaur rubbing along his bare chest as he flexed hidden muscles to make his cock jump in his grip. The demon scoffed, rolled his eyes and did the same but was met with the damp thump of the head of his dick landing against his flat stomach. An easy trick with decent kegel exercises. Moloch continued to watch as the minotaur worked at himself for this audience.

He watched and jerked and watched some more. A breathy sigh left the demon, not in orgasmic elation but growing boredom. Moloch sat up and set his phone aside even as the minotaur was grunting and now drooling enough precum to attract one of his audience members to get closer. He needed something more than this. Moloch wiped his hand off even though his shaft still jutted out before him, he might have to sleep through it.

As he heard the minotaur erupt he was struck with an idea of his own. Moloch looked around his own room before standing up and picking up his discarded hoodie and picking a pair of joggers from the laundry hamper. Maybe a change of scenery would help. He managed to wrestle his dick into his fly before picking up his phone again, followed by his keys. He snuck past the other apartment doors as quietly as his hoofed feet would allow.

The moon hung high, not a cloud in sight. The odd bird would chirp along with the many crickets on the warm summer night. Moloch would have taken time to appreciate the peaceful night if it hadn't been for the feeling of a cotton polyester blend pressed against his throbbing erection. There wasn't a soul in sight save for the rare car speeding pass so he openly groped himself, pawing along the thick bulge as he spotted the sparse path lights of The Idle.

Despite the name, The Idle was just a large recreational area and community center that actually had the real and pleasant name of Williamson public park. It only was called the Idle by those referring to the park as a sleazy cruising spot. With the guidance from the tall lamps, he found the right dirt path.

Moloch trotted along, still alone in his little corner of the world. Even for The Idle, it was pretty late. He took out his phone and searched for even other videos, queuing them up to enjoy once he found the right spot. After a rather relaxing stroll, he found a bench set off the trail.

Unceremoniously, Moloch flopped down on the bench and wrenched his waistband down, his cock taking no time to spring forth. He took a moment to savor the warm night air against his most intimate parts. letting his head drop against the back of the bench before he slouched down and spat into his left palm.

He gripped himself firmly around the root of his shaft, a smirk crossing his face while the excitement sent in. He was thrilled in the sight of his now achingly hard in the open air. But there was no time to be lavishing in the new setting. He got to work, slowly drawing his fist up and down the length of his member as he started the videos again.

It was a straight couple this time, a curvy kitsune with her dwarf boyfriend. He liked variety. Moloch watched as the kitsune bent over the foot of their oddly low bed while her partner stepped behind her. The perfect height, now the bed made sense. He rolled his shoulders and got comfortable on the bench, enjoying the video only to have his peace shattered by the sound of swift footsteps and the crunch of gravel.

Moloch's eyes darted up to catch a jogger, a lithe and fit gargoyle. He was shirtless and his stone grey skin caught the hazy orange light from the street lamps. Moloch motioned to tuck his hard shaft away before he stopped. He didn't turn down the porn on his phone either. Instead, he looked back to the screen and minded his own business. The gargoyle took a half step, nearly stumbling as he neared Moloch. The demon ignored the passerby who only slowed as he approached.

"Uh, hey." Panted the gargoyle.

"What up." Moloch's yellow eyes flicked up, his left hand stopping at the head of his shaft.

"You um, looking for some help with that?" The gargoyle shifted in place, his own glowing green eyes darting between Moloch's face and his cock. Moloch tucked his phone away now.

"Sure, wouldn't mind the company either." The demon grinned as his gamble worked. He leaned back and let his hand fall away from his cock, letting it bob menacingly at the gargoyle. Moloch's new friend swallowed hard before he crouched between the demon's legs. The gargoyle leaned in and gripped the root of the throbbing red length, taking a short moment to appreciate that demon's girth before pressing the shiny head between his lips. Moloch grunted and shifted in place as he felt the perfectly smooth maw close around him a wet tongue slide under the crown.

It was an odd sensation, moisture, heat, and touch of barely relenting stone but Moloch found the softness he missed as his cock sank deeper between the young myth's squared off fangs. His head dipped along the back of the bench as he let out a stuff exhale as the gargoyle wasted no time wrangling the demon down his throat with only a muffled gag. Moloch was impressed with myth's skill, his tail curling tightly on itself as that tongue seemed to be all over this cock at once. It had only been three minutes, maybe five at the most and Moloch already could feel that tingle right behind his balls already. He reached down and slowly eased the gargoyle off his shaft by the chin, letting out a shallow grunt before he spurted a thin strand of precum along the grey snout.

"Fuck man. Here I am tryin' to be all cool and you're gonna make me bust early like one of those guys who make mopey posts on reddit." Panted Moloch, grinning awkwardly. The gargoyle sputtered around his shaft before he pulled off with a low chuckle. A little humor always broke the ice. That, and no strings attached sex.

"No worries, I would be flattered." The gargoyle softly nudged the red hand away and curled his fingers around the demon's sack. "But, I'll ease up a little."

"Oh yeah, lemme savor it." rumbled Moloch as he slumped down in his seat and folded an arm behind his head. "And get a little grabby too." He used his other hand to tug his shirt up a little, showing off his faint abs.

The gargoyle paused, looked around as the demon got comfortable and acquiesced. He reached a hand up and slid it under the demon's shirt while he lowered his head again.

The warm stone hand was a strange sensation against him. Well, it wasn't really stone. It was skin just like his own however the first few layers were imbued with high concentration of minerals is all. These minerals gave gargoyles a stony yet flexible outer shell with the texture of worn down river rocks. Moloch had decided right there that he would have to experiment with other gargoyles, or at least get this one's number.

Moloch placed a hand against the side of the gargoyle's neck, lightly coaxing him to take more of his throbbing red shaft. He let his eyes drift shut as he felt his new friend take the hint and slip a down until his lips pressed firmly against the demon's base.

"Fuckin' shit." Muttered Moloch as he let the gargoyle's neck go as quickly as he had placed it there, letting the clearly skilled myth have his way.

To say that the gargoyle was eager would be an understatement. With the demon's encouragement, the gargoyle stone throat bulged with the thick red cock. His lips made as tight a seal as a tusked mouth could before he fucked his own face ravenously. Moloch would have found the treatment merciless but the gargoyle had set his own pace and it made precum and spittle fly. Moloch bit his lip and squirmed on the bench as the stimulation grew to a feverish pace, that hot and familiar tension already tugging at the base of his balls. He grasped at the bench in mild desperation, teeth bared in primal snarl and he braced himself.

Moloch opened his mouth to try and warn his new friend but all that left him was a deep and wild groan, the demon erupting straight down the gargoyle's throat. His already thick cock throbbed even thicker with each fresh pulse while the gargoyle hummed in sync with each time. That was until Moloch's hand shot up to the back of the gargoyle's head and held him steady. He let loose with a series of deep thrusts as he worked through his orgasm, using the gargoyle's throat as his stone hewn fucktoy. The gargoyle sputtered and gagged as the demon continued to climax, the hot cum spilling down his chin and down his chest in heavy runnels.

Like the professional he was, the gargoyle didn't stop Moloch. That was until Moloch didn't show any signs of stopping. The demon came for what felt like minutes and each new jet of cum felt as hearty as the first. The gargoyle knew his limit and having his lungs flooded with demon cum like a very unpleasant experience. He yanked his head back and Moloch released him, only to have a heavy shot of demon cum hit his soft palate. The gargoyle snorted hard as cum dribbled from his nose, coughing as he sat back on the walkway to catch his breath.

The demon wasn't quite done, gripping the root of his shaft and giving it a few shaking strokes, each time letting lose another impressively thick rope of cum. Moloch bared his teeth as even he had to relent and let his final shots splatter against the grass between his legs before the near violent deluge tapered off.

"Holy shit." wheezed the gargoyle crawling to take a seat beside Moloch and avoiding the puddle he made around his own hooves "You always cum like that?"

"Yeah. Maybe not that hard, but definitely that much." Sighed the demon, drifting on his high.

"Think you can do that again?" Mumbled the gargoyle, reaching down to touch the still hard shaft.

Moloch just rolled his shoulders and grinned, kicking his pants off now.

The gargoyle had his shorts around his ankles in no time, his stoney ass angled for the demon. Moloch in the meantime had caught his second wind while his new friend fingered himself with help from a bottle of lube he just happened to have on hand. The demon wasn't the only one with debaucherous intentions that evening. Moloch bushed the gargoyle's hand away from his rear and tugged roughly at his hips.

"Say when." Rumbled Moloch before spitting on the black head of his cock and gripping the narrow hips offered up for him. He wedged the now glistening swollen tip between the gargoyle's smooth cheeks and slowly but unrelentingly pushed forward. Inch after red inch sank into the warm and soft tunnel, Moloch baring his teeth from the tight resistance and slick entrance. The gargoyle's legs flexed and his stubby tail swayed this way and that but he mostly stayed silent save for a slight whimper when the demon bottomed out.

"When." The gargoyle groaned lowly, letting his head drop as he gripped the back of the bench with both hands. Moloch would have been easy with him, take it slow and build up for a good while however that sort of thing was better suited to the bedroom. Instead the demon drew his hips back then hammered his cock in with wild abandon. The gargoyle sucked in a sharp breath as Moloch stretched his tunnel on all sides before he could properly adjust.

The rapid pace paired with Moloch's size would have been a challenge to most however, nothing the gargoyle did implied it was too much. Instead the stoney skinned myth rocked back to meet the heavy thrusts with his own. Moloch's had already come to terms with the fact that his hips and thighs were going to be pretty bruised up in the morning but, the roiling feeling in the pit of his stomach and the clench of that hole around him was enough to spur him to keep going.

Moloch let his eyes close, quickly losing track of where he was and merely savoring the tight grip around his thrumming cock. Every time he claimed the gargoyle with one his thrusts, he got a new little reaction. A breathless grunt, an internal flex, an unfamiliar voice whispering 'holy fuck.'

Moloch's eyes snapped open as easily as they closed and looked to his side. A werewolf looked back. Moloch's hips seized in place and he patted the gargoyle's side to warn him, he didn't even hear him walk up. The thickly built yet pudgy werewolf had his hand down the front of his own shorts so the chance of criminal charges were minimal.

"Fuck, my bad. Didn't mean to interrupt." Rumbled the werewolf as both gargoyle and demon stared at him wordlessly. He adjusted the bulge in his shorts and moved to trot away before Moloch finally spoke up.

"You can watch, man. Take a seat if you want." Offered Moloch, motioning to the empty part of the bench. The werewolf paused but sat down where he was told, his tail wagging slowly as he tucked his hand back into his shorts.

Moloch kept his eyes on the werewolf as he picked up his humps again, watching the small smile and wave he gave the now flushed gargoyle. He didn't even know gargoyles could blush. The demon grunted as he widened his stance, letting the werewolf see as much as he could from his angle. He wanted to give a show.

The demon pulled all the way out, his member throbbing angrily as he grinned at the werewolf then slipped himself slowly between the myth's cheeks once again. The werewolf eyes widened and his tag wagged faster.

"Fuck, that's gotta feel really good huh?" The werewolf whispered to the gargoyle who only responded with a quick nod of his head. With his other free hand, the werewolf reached between the gargoyle's legs. Moloch felt the gargoyle tense around his dick right away when the werewolf's wide paw found the stone hard cock.

"Keep a good grip on 'em." ordered the demon as he took advantage of the new found tightness. The thrust came as fiercely as before, flesh slapping against much harder flesh while the werewolf did as he was told and held fast onto the quivering gargoyle's cock.The stoney myth whined and panted against the back of the bench, his cock drizzling thick precum against the werewolf's squeezing paw. Each time Moloch bottomed out within him there was another hard spurt, until the sensation was far too much to bear.

Gargoyle pressed his face against the bulky werewolf's chest to muffle his moan as he let loose against the park bench. The werewolf blushed himself now as he aimed the pulsing dick into the grass with one paw while the other was yanked from his shorts to cup the back of the spasming gargoyle's head.Though not nearly as much as the demon did before him, the gargoyle left his own respectively sized puddle on the grass. So much driven out of him by that deep red cock, bullying its way into his guts. The side effect of such a powerful climax was how the silken tunnel locked up around the demon's thrusting shaft.

Even with the edge taken off with his first orgasm, the second rushed up behind him with no lack of force. Moloch bit his lower lip and exhaled sharply through his nose, releasing a second flood into the gargoyle, this time with no place to go except deeper. The gargoyle could feel the heavy payloads of cum splatter against in innards and flood him so completely, so much so that he felt distinct swelling in his belly.

Sweat beaded down Moloch's neck and ran under his shirt as he sank his dick as deeply as it could go, his hoofed feet scraping on the ground as he struggled to steal an extra half centimeter where he could. Pump after pump filled the gargoyle until the other myth was out of room and demon cum sprang from the overworked ring. Moloch grunted and took a step back in an effort to not leak on his naked thighs but a few forceful rockets caught him anyway. Eventually, Moloch unclenched his jaw and let his head drop with a ragged groan, this is when the werewolf spoke up again.

"Can I clean you up a little?" He rumbled to the gargoyle panting against his chest who only nodded. The were werewolf looked hopefully at Moloch who shrugged and withdrew his drooling cock, letting himself leak on the now soaked grass. The werewolf rolled himself up quickly and got on his knees behind the gargoyle. With his thumbs pulling those messy cheeks apart, he gave the messy ring and long and slow lap with his wide tongue.Moloch chuckled while the gargoyle yelped, the werewolf making quick work of the hot cum escaping the gargoyle's rump before shifting his focus to the stretched ring of muscle.

He was much slower with this, the broad canine tongue easing into that poor overworked tunnel. The gargoyle groaned and shifted in place as the wet muscle slipped in as deep as could go, not as deep as the demon but far enough to make his coax out the sweetest groans of pleasure. With rude and wet slurps, the werewolf's tongue explored the slippery hole, soothing away the aches and licking up the potent cum Moloch left in his wake. The demon watched with a pleased grin as the stout werewolf made out with the hole he just wrecked a bred, a husky chuckle leaving him before he raised his voice over the messy sounds.

"Alright you two, I'm gonna call it night." Moloch said, patting the gargoyle's rump and rubbing between the werewolf's ears. He wrenched his pants back on, his half hard cock still making a mean looking dick print in his sweats

"I should...head home too." Sighed the gargoyle, taking a half step forward to pull away from the hungry werewolf, who now looked visibly upset.

The gargoyle was quick to leave, tugging his shorts off and power walking back the path he came with a slight limp and his tail hiked up at an odd angle. Moloch watched while the werewolf got to his feet again with a wistful whine.

"Wanted a turn, huh?" Moloch mused, looking down at the tent in the werewolf shorts.

"Kinda, but twinks don't go for chubby guys." Grumbled the werewolf with a bitter frown, watching the gargoyle disappear around a corner. Moloch frowned and reached out to rub his hand along the werewolf's belly with a low hum.

"They a missing out, bigger dudes fuck like champs."

The werewolf's head snapped toward the demon, ears lowered and a nearly inaudible whimper in his throat. Moloch's hand slid lower down the plush belly and slipped under the werewolf's waistband and tugged it toward him.

"Fuck man." Was all Moloch had to say as he gripped around the werewolf's cock. The length was modest but the girth was thicker than his own wrist, with the makings of a fat looking knot still tucked in the sheath.

"Feel like following me home, ey puppy?" Teased Moloch. The cock surged in his palm and the werewolf's tail wagged wildly behind him. "I'll take that as a yes."