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“Leo! God dammit Leo, pay attention!” Brooklyn whispered, snapping the young gargoyle out of his trance.

Blushing, Leo turned his eyes from the human girl on the street below and her breasts barely restrained by her shirt. His light blue hide burned even brighter by his cheeks when he found his father staring at him, an annoyed frown on his beak. He let out a silent sigh of relief when the older red gargoyle turned his attention back towards the street below, and Leo discreetly readjusted his knee-length white cargo shorts to better disguise the bulge in his groin.

While Leo wore nothing else besides his shorts, his father opted to wear a small metal breastplate fastened over his chest with dark leather straps in addition to the dark gray cargo pants he wore rolled to mid way up his calves. A heavy duty nylon belt supported a holster on the older gargoyle’s hip that bore a large black automatic pistol. Brooklyn said he had never needed to use it, and the sinewy muscles of his arms and legs and well defined abs said that was more likely truth than not.

Thanks to his father’s careful tutelage, Leo was similarly, if not more so, muscled. The similarities did not end there. They shared the same long beak and shock of white hair, though Leo wore his slightly shorter than his father at shoulder length. They possessed the same wiry build, though Leo tended to stand slightly more upright, and was bidding to be taller yet than his father.

“There, that guy. The one in the big coat. Watch him.” Brooklyn said, pointing. A couple stories below their alcove in the side of one of Manhattan’s sky scrapers, a few humans thronged the street below. It was a quieter, seedier part of the island, the streets only dimly lit. They were on one of father’s twice-weekly educational expeditions, his attempt to teach Leo the nature of Manhattan’s streets, and how to survive in them.

Leo followed where his father pointed, down the street from the girl. A man wearing a high collared coat was walking in the shadows, keeping his hands in his coat’s generous pockets. Even Leo, inexperienced as he was, could tell this guy was trouble. He nodded, “I see him.”

The man was staring straight ahead, his attention pointedly fixed. He stopped abruptly, ducking into an alcove afforded by an electronics shop that was closed for the night, dusty old VCRs and cathode-ray tube televisions piled in the shop front's dingy glass. Leo looked up the street to what held the man’s attention, and saw the girl he had been ogling, standing in the dim yellow glow of a street lamp next to a bus stop heavily vandalized with spray paint. She was staring at the iPhone in her hand, the blue glow illuminating her face and blonde hair in the dim light and blinding her to the monsters in the shadows, gargoyle and otherwise.

“He’s after the girl.” Leo whispered. “Let’s get him!” he said, adrenaline beginning to flow into his veins, his muscles bunching in preparation to leap from the ledge and begin the fight.

“Not yet.” Brooklyn said, resting a firm hand on his shoulder to hold him back.

“Why? There’s nobody else on the street. We can take him.” Leo grumbled.

Brooklyn opened his beak to answer but remained silent when the man began to slink up the street towards the girl, sticking to the shadows. Leo strained against his father’s hand as the girl looked up from her phone and down the street towards where the man lurked in the shadows. She stared fir several long seconds, eyes searching as if she had heard something, before returning her attention to her phone as she waited for her bus. The man began moving again.

Leo didn’t understand why his father wouldn’t act. He wanted to help her. A brief fantasy flashed through his head of the rescued girl thanking her savior and embracing him after he had thrown the creep into a dumpster. His reward would be the feeling of her female body pressed against him, her soft breasts against his chest…

The man was upon her, grabbing her arms roughly and causing her iPhone to fall to the pavement. She cried out in surprise as he turned and bodily threw her into the narrow dark alleyway just behind the bus stop. “Now, follow me!” Brooklyn whispered.

Leo was already moving however, diving from the ledge they had been perched upon and unfurling his wings to catch the air and glide silently across the street. He heard his father swear behind him as the older gargoyle leapt from the ledge as well. Leo didn’t care, his father was too cautious and liked to wait and see when things needed doing. The man had disappeared into the darkness of the alleyway after the girl, and Leo was coming to save her.

With eyes flashing white and bellowing a fearsome roar, he glided to the alley only to find it too narrow for his spread wings. The man however had melted into the dark, and unable to see him, Leo was forced to drop to the ground just outside the alley’s entrance.

“What the hell?” a man’s voice carried from out of the darkness. Suddenly Leo saw the man as he turned, the dim light reflecting off his pale face, and found the man leveling a handgun at his chest. Leo froze, staring at the dim gleam of light reflecting off the revolver’s nickel finish, his mind suddenly going blank.

The girl screamed then from somewhere in the darkness, and suddenly Brooklyn shot over Leo’s head from behind, a savagely roaring red blur. Father collided with the man before he could get off a shot, knocking him to the ground and ripping the gun from his hand and delivering a brutal punch to his jaw. Brooklyn stood slowly, leaving the man crumpled among the trash on the ground, unconscious. “You should go home.”

Leo approached his father and saw the girl cowering behind a dumpster pitifully. He ducked to the side as she dashed by the gargoyles and sprinted up the street. As he turned his head to watch her run terrified his eyes caught the glow of her forgotten iPhone on the pavement. “Hey, wait! You left your phone!” he called after her and picked up the device. She didn’t even turn to look, and soon disappeared from sight.

“I don’t think she’s coming back for it tonight.” Father said. Leo turned to find Brooklyn standing over the unconscious man and inspecting the revolver he had seized from him. He released the cylinder and swung it out. “Empty.” he stated, and gave the cylinder a spin before snapping it gently back into place.

“Are you mad?” Leo asked.

Brooklyn looked up at him, a frown on his beak. “For not listening to me? Yeah, a little bit.” he said, though his voice didn’t betray his anger at all. He tucked the revolver into the back of his waistband and stepped over the crumpled man towards Leo. “But yelling at you won’t do any good, and besides, I’m glad you’re alright, kiddo.” Brooklyn tousled his hair with a grin and Leo bit his tongue. He deserved a lot more than that and he knew it.

“You’re like your old man, I was hotheaded at your age too.” Brooklyn said, and his features turned thoughtful. “I think I know what you might need.” he said.

“What I need?” Leo asked, baffled.

Father nodded. “Let’s head home, we shouldn’t stick around here. Oh, and bring that phone with you. If we leave it here someone will probably steal it before the cops show up. Maybe we can get it back to that girl.”

Leo looked down at the new iPhone in his hand. The screen was miraculously undamaged, displaying a picture of the girl posing with who Leo presumed was her boyfriend. The black finish on the back was not as lucky, however, and was badly scuffed. He slipped it into his pocket and joined his father in climbing up the sheer side of the alley, digging his claws into the crumbling bricks with ease.

Once they reached the apex of the building they spread their wings and leapt from the rooftop, using thermals and updrafts to spiral higher into the warm summer air. Leo followed his father to the disused subway entrance that led to the Labyrinth, and home.

When they reached the underground complex Father only greeted the other inhabitants of the Labyrinth in passing. Instead he lead them straight to the private quarters they shared with Claw, Father’s mate and the gargoyle that had helped raise him. Leo felt apprehension building in his chest, was Father going to yell at him after all, or give him some sort of punishment? He hoped Claw would be there to temper Brooklyn’s anger.

There was no such luck when they finally reached the small storage room that had been retrofitted to serve as living quarters, he must have been on patrol with Talon and the others. Brooklyn closed the door behind him and went over to the side table beside their couch and flicked on the lamp, casting the room in a warm glow. Brooklyn began stripping off his armored pauldrons and chest piece, dropping them onto the floor for now.

Leo stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, staring around at the bookcase full of his father’s Shakespeare and his own Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke, to the card table and four steel folding chairs where he shared most of his meals with Father. Searching for something to break the silence Leo finally said, “So, what is it that I need?”

“You need to crank one out, boy.” Brooklyn said, stretching his now unburdened arms over his head and turning to face him.

“What?” Leo said, confused. He had never heard the phrase before, and Father’s humorous tone of voice didn’t suggest any lingering anger.

The older gargoyle chuckled and glanced toward the door. “I noticed staring at that girl tonight. Starting to get interested in women, aren’t you?”

Leo felt his face flush crimson. His hand went to the back of his neck and he stared down at the ground, thinking of how he had daydreamed of the girl, and other human girls, and imagined what a gargoyle female his age might look like. “I, uh…”

Father smiled. “It’s alright, son, that’s normal. I went through it too, probably started a bit younger than you even.”

Leo was only getting more confused now, though he was at least somewhat confident now that he wasn’t in trouble. “Went through what?” he asked.

“You’re becoming a man, and part of becoming a man is wanting to find a mate. That’s why you’ve started thinking about girls a lot, and why that thing in your pants has been going soft to stiff and back every five minutes.” Brooklyn said, pointing at Leo’s crotch.

His face flushed from crimson to cherry red. His father *had seen after all. It was all he could do to restrain his paws from moving to cover his groin pointlessly, and thereby make the embarrassment worse. He decided the best way out of this was to forge ahead, however. “I… noticed it happens when I think about girls. I don’t know why though, and I was too embarrassed to ask.”

Brooklyn nodded. “It happens because you use it to have kids with your mate, and it feels good. The thing is, when you don’t get to use it for a while, you can get frustrated, and sloppy, like when you went and almost got yourself shot tonight.” he said, his voice becoming a little clipped at the end. When he saw the mortified look on Leo’s face however, he softened. “It’s alright, son. I want to help you deal with that.”

“How? You said before the only other gargoyles around are your old clan, and you told me never to talk to them… and if the only way to make it go away is to… and I don’t want to have kids…” Leo rambled, words tumbling from his beak. The worst part was that as he spoke, he realized that just thinking about his thing being hard was causing it to harden. He desperately willed it to stop.

Leo was just about to move for the nearby couch to hopefully hide his embarrassment by sitting down when Brooklyn held up a hand to stop him. “Well, it’s not the same as being with a mate, and you don’t have to have kids, but you can take care of it yourself. I’ll show you.” he said, stepping closer and unfastening the clasps that held on his breastplate.

“Show me?” Leo asked apprehensively, eyeing his father as he tossed the armor onto the floor and kicked the rug in front of the couch off to the side to reveal the bare concrete beneath.

Brooklyn nodded. “Just don’t tell Papa about this, or anybody else. They probably won’t understand, but I won’t see my boy suffer if I can do anything about it.” he said, and Leo felt his heart leap into his throat when his father began unbuckling his belt.

Leo wanted to say something as his father began to unbutton his pants, but found his mind totally empty of words. He had caught glimpses of Father and others nude in the showers before, but never so close, and he had never gotten a good look. They wore clothes for a reason after all, and this felt terribly taboo. He stared resolutely at the wall, anywhere but at his father, when his pants fell in a pile at his feet where they were then kicked away.

Beside him Brooklyn chuckled, and a gentle and reassuring hand on his shoulder turned him slightly towards the older gargoyle. “It’s okay, son. You can look.”

Slowly Leo turned his head to see his father standing stark naked in front of him, every inch of crimson hide bare. His eyes trailed down his defined abdomen and to his father’s hardened flesh, seemingly monstrously large in Leo’s eyes, and his dangling sac beneath. It was the first time Leo had seen another male so close, and erect.

“Go ahead, take off your shorts.” Brooklyn said with a smile. Leo’s face flushed again when he realized Father was watching him obviously ogle his privates. Worse was the realization that his shorts were badly tented with his own erection.

Leo nodded, and trusting his father, unfastened his belt and struggled with his shorts’ clasp with quivering fingers. Brooklyn must have noticed, for he said, “Relax, son. This will be fun, I promise.”

Finally Leo released the fastener, and in his nervousness practically ripped his shorts and underwear down, his hard cock slipping free into open air. He stared down at himself as it bounced slightly, partly from wanting to avoid his father’s eyes, but he also couldn’t help from comparing them. Although they had similar shape, pointing uncurving straight from their bodies, Leo was mortified to find himself lacking a couple inches from his father’s impressive length.

Brooklyn let out a whistle, and Leo looked up to find a grin on the ruddy gargoyle’s beak. “You’re shaping up to be even bigger than you’re old man. Now,” he said, turning away from Leo and facing towards the center of the room, “grip it like this, or however feels best for you.”

Father had taken his maleness into his right hand, wrapping all of his fingers over it and making a fist around it, about halfway up his length. Leo kicked his shorts away and turned towards the center of the room wordlessly and wrapped his hand about himself, a shiver running from his tail tip and up his spine at the touch. He clenched his paw tight around it, finding he liked the pressure.

“Not too tight, son, ease up.” Father said, and Leo reluctantly complied. “There you go. Now just stroke it, like this.” he said, beginning to run his hand back and forth over his length, keeping his fingers wrapped around it and tugging at the skin.

Leo followed suit and inhaled sharply at the sudden pleasure as he stroked himself. Brooklyn smiled. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, and Leo nodded. “Sometimes it feels good to get the head a bit, like this.” he said, and Leo watched as his father rubbed his leading finger up against the bottom of his tip, and he noticed father’s red body shiver slightly. He tried replicating the maneuver and almost groaned with the pleasure of it, his hips rocking forward and thrusting his cock into his hand.

“Now you’ve got it.” Brooklyn said.

Leo was glad his father was doing the same thing beside him, or he was sure he would have looked like a fool. Still though, the older gargoyle seemed to be a little less affected than he, and it worried him. “Does it feel the same for you?” he asked tentatively, looking up at his father.

“Yes, but I’m older, and I’ve done this a few times, so it’s a little less intense for me.” Brooklyn explained.

Leo nodded, and they continued to stroke themselves together in silence with only the sound of their increasingly labored breathing and their moving flesh filling the room. Leo couldn’t help himself from stroking himself faster, his hips swaying back and forth into his hand slightly. Father didn’t tell him to slow down, but rather sped up his own stroking to match him. Leo’s eyes alternated between his own cock and his father’s.

“Dad… I feel something…” Leo panted.

“Like a tightness inside?” Brooklyn asked. When Leo nodded in the affirmative he said, “Keep going. Don’t be scared by what happens, it’s normal.”

Leo wanted to ask what he had to be scared of, but the sensations were overpowering his ability to speak. His muscles were tensing, and he felt a growing pressure from the base of his cock towards his tip. He gasped when he felt fluid run over his fingers, and almost stopped, but he couldn’t stop whatever his body was doing.

Suddenly a huge rope of white fluid shot from the tip of his cock and arced through the air to splatter the concrete in a line stretching several feet away from him. His father said something, but all he heard was the rushing of his blood, the pounding of his heart, and his rapid breaths as he stroked himself furiously. His eyes were locked on his tip as another rope of fluid, even larger than the first, shot from his body. Pleasure numbed his mind at the pounding release, feeling each rope of fluid rushing up his length and out. The moment seemed to stretch on forever as Leo spattered the floor with the first release of his seed in his life.

Father followed halfway through his orgasm with a grunt. He bowed his legs slightly and pressed his hips forward, stroking feverishly until his cock began to spurt ropes of white fluid too. The spatters crossed each other, lines of white fluid and darkly wet concrete intersecting each other. Leo’s eyes flitted over to see his Father panting, staring down at his own cock, and saw the fluid erupting from his tip. For several heart pounding moments the room was filled with the sounds of father and son panting in pleasure and release together, and the staccato spatters of their fluids hitting the floor together. Then it was just Father pounding through his release for a few moments more, and then they were left panting together, chests heaving.

Finally catching his breath, Leo spoke first, “What is that stuff?” he asked, staring down at the mess of white fluid.

“Cum, or semen if you want to be technical.” Brooklyn said and then fell back onto the couch with a sigh. “That’s the stuff that gets a girl pregnant, if you put it in her.”

“Put it in her?” Leo asked, looking over at his father.

Brooklyn sighed. “I think I’ve answered enough questions for today. Go get dressed, and get a cloth to clean this mess up.”

From the air duct above, Leo peered into the room that he shared with the other two young gargoyles of the Labyrinth as their “hideout”. During their explorations of the fringes of the large complex as children, they had discovered a room that had its door jammed shut and its electronic lock broken, and had endeavored to discover the secrets that might lie within. Eventually they found they could reach the room by traveling through the air ducts above. While the room’s contents had proven disappointing, some bare shelves and empty card stock boxes, the room itself proved the greater find. Far from the common living space of the Labyrinth and apparently inaccessible, it had provided Leo and his friends a space they could play and occasionally break rules in away from the watchful eyes of the adults.

Leo found the room dark and presumably deserted and dropped down from the air duct in the ceiling and pulled its grate back over the opening. Fumbling in the dark he found a switch hanging on the wall and flicked on the strings of multicolored lights strung from the walls and ceiling. The old shelves had long been pushed in front of the door to make room for several well-worn yet comfortable bean bag chairs and a folding card table with accompanying metal folding chairs that were pitted and rusted in spots. A rug and a collage of movie posters made the spartan room more comfortable and homelike. Looking around the room, Leo remembered all the effort that had been taken to haul each of the room’s furnishings through the air ducts by himself and his friends.

Sauntering over to one of the bean bag chairs, Leo pulled the iPhone from his pocket and collapsed into the chair. He had not wanted to go snooping through the girl’s phone with his father watching, and had been waiting to sneak away to the hideout since the previous day. He told himself he was just curious about how these smart phones worked and wanted to look for some information that might allow them to get the phone back to the girl, but even as he unlocked it he looked up and around, as if someone could be watching.

The phone unlocked to a home screen that showed the girl standing on a beach in a bikini with a young man dressed similarly in swimming attire, and who Leo could only assume was her boyfriend by the way he held her by the waist. He ignored the pictures icon for as long as he could, playing around with the browser and checking out the music apps before finally giving in to curiosity.

The photo browser was filled with a random menagerie of pictures of tropical destinations, dream mansions, and internet memes, but it was the camera roll that caught Leo’s eye. He felt dirty for it, but a licentious hope drove him to scroll down past the array of selfies of the girl, sometimes with her boyfriend, sometimes with other friends. Then Leo found himself staring at photos of the girl’s bare chest, tight fitting shirt pulled over the fair skin of her breasts. He had caught glimpses of bare breasts in some R rated movies he and his friends had sneaked into the theater to see before, but this was the first time he had the opportunity to stare at his leisure.

He was painfully hard in moments. He glanced up at the vent leading to the air duct and listened for his friends coming through it, but hear nothing. He reached for his belt and unfastened it one handed as he tapped on the thumbnail of the girl’s bare chest before unbuttoning his shorts. Ever since his first orgasm yesterday, he had been dying to do experience another in privacy, and was the other reason he had come to the hideout alone. He swiped to the next picture, one depicting the girl clutching one of her breasts and gently pinching one of her nipples, while he unzipped his shorts and shimmied them down his legs with his underwear.

He gripped his hard cock as he had yesterday, trying to be mindful to not clamp down too hard as his father had warned. He wanted to take his time and draw out the experience, and so he began stroking himself slowly, his hand tugging at his light blue skin. He stared at the picture of the girl’s bare chest as he worked himself, eyes locked on the sight for a long time before swiping to the next. He sucked in a breath when the next picture slid into frame, one she had apparently taken of herself with her boyfriend’s cock in her mouth and sucking. He hadn’t even yet imagined doing such a thing.

Despite himself, he stroked faster and squeezed harder. He tried to kick the rug to the side a little, but wasn’t able to move it much from position. Oh well, he was getting close, and he didn’t care to interrupt his pleasure to get up and move it. He swiped again to find a picture of the girl now with the boyfriend’s dick gone, but her face now covered in white fluids, one eye closed due to a rope of cum that had splashed right over it. Leo groaned in pleasure as a shiver ran up his spine, both at his own ministrations and at the picture. He began to feel his muscles tensing, his seed moving in his body as he neared climax.

Suddenly Leo heard a bang and the murmur of voices from the air duct running above the room. He felt a surge of sudden panic explode in his chest. His cock was pulsing, he could feel the fluid rushing up its length, and he felt like he couldn’t hold it back. He didn’t think he could pull his shorts up in time, and even then they would be obviously spattered with a strange white fluid. Gripping phone and cock tightly, Leo decided his friends would just have to see him orgasm. It couldn’t be that bad after all, if he had seen his own father do it.

Ignoring the sound of the grate being moved, Leo concentrated on his cock and stroked himself furiously while staring at the image of the girl going down her boyfriend. He gasped as he felt his seed reach his tip, hanging on the precipice of orgasm.

“Oh what the fuck.” came Carlos’ voice, and Leo’s eyes flicked up to see the lion gargoyle’s head peeking down from the vent.

“Sorry.” was all Leo was able to murmur before he groaned and his first spurt of cloudy white semen arced from the tip of his cock to land on the floor a couple feet away.

With his heart hammering in his chest, he ignored the two gargoyles who practically fell from the air duct to stand in the middle of the room watching him, stupefied at what they saw. Leo’s eyes were locked on the tip of his cock and the ropes of cum that shot into the air from it as he stroked himself through his orgasm. The white fluid spattered the floor and the rug in front of him, and regrettably his shorts too, but the pounding release was worth it.

Leo was panting by the time his pleasure faded and the powerful spurts of semen turned into a dribble over his hand. Rather than looking at his staring friends, he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, basking in the afterglow of a heavy release.

“Leo? What the fuck just happened?”

Leo sighed and looked up at his friends. It was Carlos who had spoken again. Named after his great granfather, he possessed his father’s muscled yet sleek build. Muscles bulged under a coat of dusty tan fur that was obviously inherited from his lion-like mother, Maggie Reed. He stood nearly two full feet taller than Tahoma, who stood beside him and who’s expression was equally shocked.

The son of Delilah and Malibu, the clone of Leo’s own father, Tahoma possessed a thin and wiry form and stood lower to the ground. With his brown hide, beak, and white hair, he could easily be taken for Brooklyn’s son and Leo’s brother.

“Sorry guys. By the time I heard you coming I wasn’t able to stop it.” he said, tugging his shorts back up to cover himself.

“What was that stuff?” Tahoma asked, and then peering down at the mess of white fluid staining the rug.

Leo shook his head, “It’s what gets a girl pregnant, I think.”

Tahoma looked perplexed. “How did you get it to come out? I’ve never had that happen. And why here, alone, when it’s for a girl?”

Leo felt his face flush. “Well, uh, it feels good when it comes out. You just stroke your dick until it comes out.” he explained lamely, mimicking the motions.

Tahoma looked thoughtful and slowly reached for his belt, eyeing Carlos and Leo. “You guys wouldn’t mind if I tried it, would you?”

“What? Really?” Carlos exclaimed, rounding on Tahoma.

Tahoma hesitated and shrugged. “I want to try it, and there’s nowhere better to get away from the others. You guys can leave if you want, I guess.”

For a few moments the three young males all looked back and forth at each other. Leo was about to say something when Carlos’ eyes fell upon the phone in his hand and gestured towards it. “What were you looking at? You were staring at it when you...”

“And where did you get a phone like that?” Tahoma added.

Leo stammered a little, growing more and more conscious of the fact that he was just sitting in front of his friends with his shorts only half on and spattered with his cum. His mind raced to think of how to make himself not sound like a weirdo pervert. “I uh… My dad and I rescued this girl earlier and she dropped it and I was looking for information to get it back to her. Then I found these...” he said, holding up the phone so they could both see it.

They stood slack jawed for a moment, staring at the small screen. Leo felt some relief at their dazed response and lack of questions. At least he had apparently been the first to see such things, and hopefully they didn’t think him a weirdo. Or at least they were too distracted to be bothered with that.

“I didn’t know you could get stuff like that on those.” Tahoma said, intrigued and staring closer.

“No wonder Dad wouldn’t let me get a phone.” Carlos said, and Leo noticed him hesitate and drop his eyes to his groin. Leo’s eyes followed and blinked at the painfully obvious bulge in his shorts, and tried to look away but couldn’t help but notice the similar bulge in Tahoma’s shorts. What was worse was Leo realized his own maleness was stiffening again.

He quickly pulled the phone back and started to murmur an apology when Carlos interrupted him. “Wait…” then Carlos hesitated and glanced over at Tahoma and frowned. “I guess I want to try it too.” he said and then turned back to Leo, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “And you owe us for making us see you… doing that. So let us look at the phone.”

Leo opened his mouth to retort but closed it again. He supposed he did owe them. He held out the phone. “Okay, fine. Um… who’s going first?”

Carlos and Tahoma looked at each other.

“We don’t have very long.” Tahoma said finally. “We were coming to find you to tell you we’re supposed to do a group patrol in an hour.” he said to Leo.

Carlos frowned. “I guess I already saw you do it…” he said as he took the phone from Leo and turned to Tahoma. “I’ll put it on the table so we don’t have to be close. Just don’t look at me, okay?” he said.

Tahoma nodded and turned to Leo as Carlos walked to the card table on the other side of the room. “So I guess see you at the main hall?”

Leo looked at Tahoma in confusion as he stood. “What? No.” he hesitated a moment before continuing, “I want to go again. I don’t want to be flying with the others and have them notice I’ve got a boner.”

Tahoma stared at him for a moment, eyes wide and incredulous. “But… we’re like, brothers. You can’t be here for…”

Leo was caught off guard. He wondered again about the normalcy of what his father had done the day previously, but he didn’t want to bring that up with Tahoma. Instead he just shrugged, “Like Carlos said, you already saw. And it’s my phone anyway.”

“It’s not your phone.” Tahoma retorted, but he seemed to give in and he turned to join Carlos at the card table. He was probably too horny to argue much at this point, as was Leo.

Carlos had placed the phone at one corner of the table and stood at the opposite, his belt already unbuckled by the time Leo and Tahoma joined him. They stood on either side of the large lion gargoyle, Tahoma reaching for his belt as Carlos glanced to either side.

“Now no looking, okay?” Carlos said gruffly.

Leo nodded and tried to lock his eyes on the little phone screen across the table from him as his friends pushed down their shorts and fished in their underwear. “And don’t shoot your stuff on my phone.”

“Right.” Tahoma said. Carlos only grunted in answer.

Leo let his shorts fall to his ankles and kicked them off and gripped his hardness in one hand, beginning to stroke himself slowly. He couldn’t help but to see his friends’ own hard cocks in the periphery of his vision, but dared not focus on them. Instead he focused on the phone and the girl with the cock in her mouth, chest bare. Leo quickly picked up speed, and the other two seemed to be stroking themselves rapidly as well if the blurs at the corners of his vision were to say anything. Before long the males’ heavy breathing filled the room as they all pleasured themselves.

Leo couldn’t stop himself from stealing a glance at his friend’s equipment, curiosity overwhelming him. Without turning his head he turned his eyes first to Tahoma. The brown gargoyle seemed to be lost in his self pleasure, knees spread far apart and his hand a blur over his penis, which seemed to be shaped more or less like Leo’s own.

Carlos however was huffing heavily, his whole hand gripping his mighty pink shaft. It was shaped differently than his or Tahoma’s, more tapered, and he thought he saw some sort of barbs before he was forced to quickly turn his eyes back to the phone.

Carlos had caught him though. “I told you not to fucking look, weirdo.” he snarled, but didn’t let up on his shaft.

“Yeah well you saw mine.” Leo retorted, not slowing either. “Fair is fair.”

The exchange caught Tahoma’s attention, who turned to them and his gaze promptly dropped to their cocks and ogled them wide-eyed.

“This is fucking weird.” Carlos complained, but nobody said anything further as they grew too focused on their own pleasure.

If Tahoma was going to stare at Leo, he was going to stare back. So he saw when a shudder ran up Tahoma’s body and he lurched forward, steadying himself with one hand on the table while thrusting into his other. “Oh shit.” he breathed and brought his hips up to the edge of the table, stroking himself rapidly.

Tahoma groaned and his hand stopped suddenly, and he stared down at himself and Leo watched as his friend came for the first time. Spurts of white fluid arched from his tip and spattered the table’s black vinyl in heavy ropes. A stream of muttered obscenities leaving his beak as his seed left his body while he resumed his stroking. Carlos came next with a grunt, legs bowing as he stroked furiously. A low growl built in his chest as his cock throbbed and fired his own seed onto the table, landing across Tahoma’s.

With two broad streaks of cum across the black vinyl, Leo urged his body on to add the third. He found himself struggling a little to carry along as fast as the last time, and he supposed it was from how recent his last orgasm was. Still, he was panting with pleasure, and eager for release.

Tahoma, panting as well and still leaning on the table for support, finally released his cock and hesitated a moment before reaching out to one of the ropes of fluid he had left upon the vinyl surface. Carlos grumbled as he swirled a claw in it with evident curiosity and then scooped some of the fluid up into his hand.

“It’s all sticky and weird…” Tahoma said, smearing it over his fingers.

Carlos frowned and turned away, apparently in disgust. “Some of that shit’s mine you know.”

Tahoma was about to reply when a groan from Leo’s lips made him look up. Leo felt himself climbing his peak again, seed racing up his length. “Fuck.” he murmured when it reached his tip and pressure and pleasure became unbearable.

More white cum spattered the table’s surface, crossing the paths of and mixing with his friend’s and brother’s seed. His chest heaved as he emptied himself for the second time. He noticed out of the side of his vision Tahoma hadn’t moved, and despite his earlier complaint was watching his brother’s orgasm with apparent curiosity.

Carlos was already dressed and crawling up into the air ducts by the time Leo was able to catch his breath. Leo and his brother were left pulling on their shorts awkwardly in silence.

“So, uh, who’s going to clean up the mess?” Tahoma asked.

Leo looked back over his shoulder at the table. It was an absolute mess, black vinyl thoroughly spattered with three heavy loads from horny young boys. Thankfully the iPhone managed through unscathed. “Not Carlos, I’m guessing.” Leo said, looking up at the vent through which the big cat had disappeared.

“I uh, guess I’ll do it.” Tahoma said with an awkward smile that quickly faltered. “Someone has to, right?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Leo said, relieved that he wouldn’t have to. He was surprised that Tahoma hadn’t argued over it though, and it made him wonder. He didn’t have time to ask questions though, he had to get back home and change before patrol started. “See you on patrol.” he said without turning as he headed for the vent.