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It's been a while, hasn't it? I'd say so. I was in the mood for some Gargoyles so this came about a few days ago. I wasn't really in the mood to make stories since I was busy but I finally found the time to not only come back to it, but finish an idea, either through stories or some smut art. Anyways, it's involving thick males as an awesome** warning, but here goes a short story.**

Every night was almost the same with the oldest of the clan, browsing through channels and waiting for a good catch to observe for a bit. However, something changed a few nights ago when Hudson finds a deeper bond with his son, Broadway. The nights since then became unpredictable for those two.

As the advertisements rolled in, an arm hugged behind Hudson's head, drawing his counterpart closer. Eyes never drawing away from the screen, Broadway eased his bulky head over to the other's ear, as if he were telling a secret. "Y'know, we're the only ones here now," he said, resting his hand on the large shoulder. Hudson's arm felt a gentle stroke from his son, but he still flipped through the channels. The large brute glanced in the blue's direction, giving a groan as the irritating voices of humans played channel after channel, showing off the newest fashion, the must-haves for cooking, explosive movie titles crashing its way on the screen. But even then, his head rose off his palm as if Broadway caught his interest.

"I thought the gang had the night off," Hudson said in confusion. "...Right?"

"Well, that was the plan, buuuut~" the gargoyle trailed off in his voice, nonchalantly leaning back to his side of the furniture, "They had to split up to find some gang of punks. Didn't even tell me. The minute my head popped up from the fridge, BAM, gone!"

"Hmm. You seem like you're proud playin' hookie tonight." Hudson leaned over to drink a fresh can of soda from the table, shooting out a sharp _hiss!_from the aluminum top. "Better hope Goliath doesn't get annoyed from that, heheh."

"Ahh, it's nothin'! I've seen the others skip out a lot more than myself. Besides...I get to hang out with the best pop."

Hudson gave a sly wink at Broadway, receiving a tender smile back. Spending alone time with his son was something Hudson wanted for a long time, actually. Outside of the serious Goliath coming up with plans against crime and the other males bugging Hudson, he found very little opportunity to receive peace and quiet. One night, he was bothered by Lexington with his tiring lectures and the other would involve Brooklyn questioning his tastes on television, wanting him to go out and do things instead of being a couch potato.

Anyhow, he felt the boring thoughts in the back of his head drift away when the show came back on after an eternity of commercials. His enthusiasm returned and his posture was fully attentive to the new soap opera craze he developed. Broadway furrowed his eyes to the situation happening on-screen, rolling his eyes to the subpar acting and scripts. To think that this sort of drama happens in reality with ditsy moves made in relationships...

"Heh, wow. Brooklyn was right, hehehh." Broadway snarked through his teeth. "This must be for them old folks that like drama."

"Watch it, youngster. This is quality right here." The elder gargoyle said with pride. "It ain't like that mess Brook and Lex watch where people happily break their faces doing dumb skater stuff." The blue monster laughed to himself, crossing his broad arms together over his chest, swinging around his lithe tail.

"I just watch whatever's on though, but this? Bor-ing. Where's the fun in people just talking to each other? Where's that good ol' violence or zombie shootin' that's on every other channel?"

"Ah, always wanting the fights and action. Well, why won't you try something different or do something until the guys get back? Not like you have anything else to do besides eat our stuff all night."

"Oh come o-I don't do that!" he stammered with a pouty look. "...Well, not every night, but a man's gotta eat! And you do the same thing!" Broadway brought as an excuse, tossing a sour expression to Hudson's midsection. It wasn't a stomach that had a disgusting overhang, yet it was a fit stomach that set him between a musclegut and slightly pudgy above his belt. His son's was almost identical, despite the fact that it wasn't as toned as his old man's. "Least I _move_around all the time and not lay on the couch!"

Hudson smirked, giving an idle pat to Broadway's gut. "There, there, young lad. If you keep that playin' detective out there, you'll drop all of this - but you have a long ways to go if you keep up with that junk food~"

"Oh, you're one to talk! Watching soaps and food channels aren't doing y-" he was abruptly cut off with his father coming closer with a raised hand, his crooked smile never going away from his face. It was pleasing to see his old man come off as a relaxed individual, never trying to let stress show after so many years of keeping trouble off the streets.

"Let me finish. You can do your thing with the others around the city to get your little exercise in, but I prefer you to keep all of this," Hudson spoke softly as his sharp claws ran up and down Broadway's thick sides. Broadway's embarrassment settled in his face with his sensitive areas caressed by his own father, trapped in his hypnotic gaze. Hudson's bronze eye glanced down to the light trail of dark hair sprouting from his son's burly chest, trickling down to a greater region of a manly area along his round belly. "It's great if you ask me. You kept it in such a good shape."

Broadway paused for a moment. His blush never receded back into his face, but his subtle feelings were out in the open. His sides quivered to the dragging clawtips as they made their way to his bulky arms, quietly sharing each other's breath. To feel his own father in such a personal space made him feel closer than usual, strengthening their bond with each other, just as strong as they felt the other... "Y..you're just bein' funny with me, man," the younger goyle chuckled as they sat on the couch. "I'm just draggin' everyone down sometimes so I don't mind staying here sometimes."

"No, no - if that were the case, I'd be deadweight, too. I'm practically heavier than you, but I'm still doing just as much as anyone else. Trust me, you're better than that. A fine, young gargoyle, and part of our clan." Broadway felt the hands grip along his limbs while his father brought his face closer, their lips practically touching against one another as they parted mouths. The bashful feeling between them both soon vanished as the oral session became louder, battling tongues in their confined maws. They could feel each other's legs brushing up on one another, Hudson's cold steel dagger pressing between them. The blue's hands clenched up to his consent, slowly reaching up to Hudson's face. The taste of soda was faint in the older gargoyle's mouth, drawing a soft moan out from his youngling. Hudson's larger tail brushed against the blue's thick calve muscle, meeting the appendage halfway as the males embraced each other, each kiss becoming more and more affectionate. Broadway murred silently into his father's mouth, his ear twitching to the intense kiss as he felt the idle throb of his penis underneath his loincloth; he could safely assume that the same effect was given to the other male.

It took a moment, but after the shy kissing grew into a heavy makeout session, Hudson left his son's mouth with a glistening trail of saliva between their tongues. Broadway licked over his lips, clearing his throat once an awkward pause settled in.

"W..well, you seem to be doing a lot right now." Broadway murmured under his breath. His lungs felt as if he came up for air after a long time, too, trying to make their moment feel as normal as possible. A hand rose to his round cheek while the gray creature simply shook his head.

"Not like it was any different that other night, lad." Hudson chuckled, squeezing the blue chest and rubbing a soft nipple. "It's nothing new. Just us doing a bit more, uh, bonding."

A gentle tug of the deep blue nub brought a ripple of pleasure out of the large Broadway, raising his ridged brows. His sluggish stare ran down Hudson's large frame, cooing to the expertly fingers tracing across his other darkened nipple surrounded by hair. "_A-ahhh..._Pop... you know what happened last time you did this..."

The gray beast shot his eye up to Broadway, feeling his scheming smile return - the same one that crept up that "other" night. Unfortunately, Broadway had no control over the situation as his pecs were clutched and fondled, he could only observe and restrain his growing erection as much as possible. Hudson, however, recalled what Broadway referred to perfectly. Their little session of foreplay came to a stop that night when the familiar swooping sound of wings came close to the tower. Broadway couldn't keep a straight face that night, acting all weird to everyone and avoiding them as if he were hiding something important.

"Oh? Do you mean..." Hudson brought his face closer towards the goyle's body, slowly dragging his tongue up against the hard nub. Broadway moaned quietly to himself, resting his weight on his arms, his father tracing over every nook of the delicious flesh before finishing his question. "That? Or was it..." the monster's mouth slowly opened, latching itself to Broadway's pec. Broadway's eyes lulled as his attempt to resist was knocked out of the water; he lay on the arm of the furniture defeated with an expert mouth suckling on his teat, savoring its fuzzed contents. His agape mouth quivered, struggling to bring out some sort of voice but his efforts failed as the gray one clutched the other half of his chest making sure to not leave such a beefy slab of flesh unoccupied.

The violated goyle felt his arms go limp, all he could do was whimper, his legs splayed against Hudson's as he crawled closer, their bellies pressed firmly against each other. The devious daddy looked up to his son's half-lidded eyes as his humming suction retreated from the wet region to his puffed nipple and finally left it alone after a playful tongue wiggled all over the rigid surface.

"Ohhhh..._We almost got caught last time because of you," the blue gargoyle moaned, but gave a goofy grin as he ran his fingers through Hudson's silver hair. "You spend too much time doing..._that."

"Hah, do I? You taste awfully good, I'd hate to just sample things here and there when I can have a feast." Hudson chortled, before he suddenly rose up in a straddled position on Broadway. "We'll make it even, then."

Broadway grunted as he gave an inquisitive look as the gray's wings parted and hands unlatched his shoulder pads, beginning to undress. "What are you..?"

A brief moment later, Hudson heaved his clothing off with a sigh of effort, tossing it aside to the floor. Broadway gulped to the mere sight of his father's thick body, bearing about three times as more body hair than himself that covered more of his chest and torso. A thick tuft of white lay perfectly in the crease of his chest, followed with even more on each pec and going down his frame, cut off by the black undergarment that helplessly strained upwards. At that moment Hudson could have sworn he felt something large nudge under him between his burly legs.

"Well, lad, I'd want you to return the favor to me since you didn't do much last time." The grey goyle grinned ear to ear; his fangs poking out like a brutish orc. "Actually, this is the furthest we've ever gotten."

Broadway slowly inched his hands towards Hudson's slightly hairy chest, softly shuddering from the handfuls of thickness he groped. His eyes overlooked the fact that his nipples were a bit bigger and thicker than his own, and they were hard from the get-go. The rougher than diamond nubs stood firm against the blue's dragging palms down to his belly, seeing a bit of tone that he mentioned earlier. "Geez... I don't think I've ever seen you without that old tunic on." The blue monster hummed.

"Full of surprises, then. Like you never wearing one!" they both laughed, and soon after, his father gave a sudden moan. A slow buck of his hips against Broadway's body drew out a sigh from below as Broadway thrusted upwards, eventually matching the bucking rhythm Hudson delivered. Musk grew out from the beasts, reaching their nostrils and eventually spread out through out the entire room, giving them away if one were to enter.

That is, if the groans, grunts, and straining of the couch didn't at first.

Broadway swayed his tail around as every buck made him feel naughtier, and just as horny as Hudson as he held his hips firmly against his lap. The older gargoyle simply rode along, eyeing his son down like a meal he would soon devour, or in this case give heavy love-making to. Their lustful eyes scanned over one another after they feasted on each other's bodies. The bucking decreased with speed and Hudson's tent darkened at the tip, almost forming a bead of pre ejaculate through the material to smear into Broadway's tent.

"So, you wanna gawk all night, laddie?" Hudson bared his jagged teeth in his grin. Broadway leaned up, pressing his lips into his father's thick chest, moaning as he inhaled his earthy scent and felt their sensitive erections sandwiched firmly between their lower stomachs.

"You're gonna regret some of this." Broadway kissed his way from one nipple to the next, gyrating himself against the gray body. "I'm taking alllll my time with you~"

"Take all the time you like. I want my son to feel as good aooOhhhh..." The older gargoyle couldn't finish as his breast was attacked with a hard suck. Teeth grazing along the nipple and tongue ravishing the taste of the hairy bosom, Broad suckled more and more, sometimes giving a playful chewing to the nub. "Ohhh, lad, do that again..." Hudson moaned through his low voice, sighing in approval to his request as his claws stroked along the blue's back down to his wide butt. As soon as he lowered Broadway's undergarment to expose his rear, the biting felt harsh followed by a _"Hngh!"_against his bald head.

"Not 'til I'm done," Broad spoke finally, easing Hudson down on the other side of the couch, kissing down his belly to his musky treasure trail. "I said you would regret it, too."

"Didn't know you'd get that kinky with your old man." The goyle grunted as the younger one kissed his tent, soaked with precum at that point.

Broadway winked in Hudson's direction, pulling the sides of the underwear off to be greeted by a springing cock to the face that gave a very blunt smack. If that didn't make him dizzy then the scent that came soon after would once it hit his small nostrils, making him breathe it in deeply. The veiny uncut length stood at attention, throbbing about as the hot breath surrounded his hung ballsack, making Hudson close his eyes. All the blue goyle could muster was "Damn, Pop..." as he softly stroked his deep gray foreskin to the base surrounded in a bushel of white pubic hair, revealing his plump crown. "Thicker than I imagined...and you're just hairy everywhere aren't you?"

"Hah, is that what you like in a man?" Hudson sighed, spreading his legs for more room. "A macho fella with a good package?"

"I, uh...I wouldn't know what else to ask for." Broad almost felt lightheaded, seeing more of his dad's ass exposed with a perfect crease of his asscrack under his balls. He pressed his nose into the small folds of Hudson's scrotum, deeply inhaling the scent they were trapped in all day, eyes lulling as he nuzzled his tusks and mouth against the ticklish surface. "Mmmrrffff..." was the only thing that ran out of his mouth without any intention along with his tongue as it traveled all over Hudson's fuzzed testes, even daring to roll one of them in his mouth.

"G-gods... r-right there.." Hudson shuddered, finding himself in a comfortable position with his hands behind his head. His cock twitched out a river of fluids as the jewels were swished about in Broadway's talented maw, relishing their taste as his own cock felt like it was about to burst out of his underwear. After an audible, lewd slurp, the violated genitals slipped out of Broadway's mouth as he braced himself for the several inches of veined meat before him. His hand set at the base, the gargoyle's salivating mouth hovered itself over the rod, closing on the head only.

"Unnnghhh..attaboy.." Hudson rumbled as the blue's moist lips delved deeper. Slowly, but surely, Broad wanted to handle all of it without any complications, going as slow as possible. His dexterous tongue slid everywhere, from the dip of Hud's piss slit to the creases in the glans, making sure to cover every single part. His free hand groped at his father's belly, making him grunt in euphoria.

One inch. Two inches.

Broadway groaned a deep "Hrrmmff" in delight as he was rewarded with a slick shot of pre on his tongue, swallowing it swiftly to continue tonguing around the thick foreskin. He twisted his head in a mesmerizing fashion, hunched over the man's legs as Hudson continued to egg him on.

"You're doin' great, lad. Ohhh, crud, that's greeeeat..."

Four inches... Five inches...Six and a half...

The blue monster was so busy focusing on the shaft he forgot that he had his own to attend to. It was harder than before, and it never strained itself as much as it did now; it practically hurt throughout the idle humps he drove against the couch. As much as he wanted to pull off and go in the nude, his mind and mouth begged to differ. His eyes looked as if they were pleading to release their manhood, only to be driven by lust, looking like a dirty slut between Hudson's legs.

Eight...Nine...Nine and a third...

_ _

At this point Broadway's stubble was against Hudson's pubes, nose nestled into the heavy bush. Hudson couldn't help but gyrate his hips in a circular fashion into the pleasuring mouth, cursing under his breath.

"Hoh, ffffuck, lad..." the gray goyle panted, slowly fucking in Broad's mouth and, like his son knew, matched his rhythm in that courteous pace for his first cock. The men easily made a fuss in that room, tails swinging about as the mouth fucking got rougher several minutes after.

The greedy mouth had so much to savor, but the muscles began to hurt at this point. It took a hot moment for Broadway to slowly pull himself off his dad's heavy dick, leaving it in a thick coating of his saliva and pre, heaving about as the mixture parted his lips.

"S...so soon?" Hudson panted.

Broadway licked over himself, wiping a clammy bit of sweat from his forehead. His face grew deeper in his color, just about as blue as his own nips after putting it to work for such a long time. "I didn't expect to get so tired, y'know?" he laughed quietly. "Your fault for bein' so big!"

"That's because you never practiced on one before." Hudson teased him with several slaps of his girth on his cheek. "But that was impressive work. Now, then... let's see what you're packin'."

Broad pushed himself off the couch and revealed his crotch to his father, leaning it close to his face. Hudson moaned in response but made a circling motion with his finger to turn around. "I'll get a load of that in a bit, but I want to see it all."

The blue's naughty face still remained after a pause of disappointment, but he soon followed as instructed with his backside to Hudson, his thumbs hooked to his waistline. His return of a cocksucking would have to wait, apparently, but at least he could free it from its tight confines, giving a heavy swing against his belly as the piece dropped. The black undergarment slowly fell, creeping down to reveal a tight pair of blue buttcheeks with a bit of hair delving into his buttcrack. Hudson smacked his chops to the mere view of his son's bubble butt that dangerously approached his face more and more as he hoisted a leg on the table.

"My, oh my~" The gray beast said to himself, massaging over the large globes before him, thumbing the fleshy mounds apart to reveal a tight hole of blue. Broadway gasped as he felt the warm claws tickle their way around his asshole, mouth agape as his body froze over the table. His impressive eight inches of thickness jumped to each prod against his entrance tail following suit, making its owner wince in excitement as the new sensation settled in.

"P...Pop..." Broad groaned with a guttural sigh pouring out as something smooth and wet ran across his hide. Hudson buried his face between the cheeks, eyes closed, taking in every musky scent of the manly bottom. It wasn't unpleasant, and it was probably the exact sort of approval his son gave with his face pressed in his genitals. Hudson flickered his tail, breathing against the blue's thick taint and dangling balls beneath that pulled to their owner in shyness. His second waft of the cheeks was cut off with a pressing against his face, a wet droplet hitting his sharp knee that fell from the leaking goyle.

"U_uuuughhh...Hud...son.._" Broadway shuddered with a sway of his hips, losing complete control of his consciousness. The loving and affectionate playing was over, the real session was starting to the youngling as the carnal lust kicked in overdrive. Hudson might have been in the same boat, but his lustful edge was controlled over time as he aged. The sudden change in his son took him by surprise, when he heard a rough bellowing from his soothing voice.

"F...Fuck me..."

"Are... you sure?" more droplets of warmth splattered on his leg as the large beast leaned his way into his father's body, pressing them both on the worn down furniture. Broadway felt the gray cock rub into his balls, poking into view below his own drippy cock and belly as his pre dripped on his father's glans and the floor.

Hudson gasped as his son's hefty weight sawed against his sensitive tool, trying to push his way further down until he finally got into the gray's lap, his cock laying perfectly against Broad's asscrack. Hudson looked helplessly to his teased prick, violently pulsating there as it smeared around Broadway.

Broad didn't take no for an answer. He was getting filled whether Hudson wanted to or not, hotdogging himself with a droning sound from his mindless mouth.

"S-son, w-w-wait!" That's what the helpless beast would have said if it weren't for the overpowering sensation between those large cheeks, dragging his now leaking penis along with the squeezing mounds of blue ass. His mouth parted, but all that came out was a groan of bliss, arms holding around Broad's curves. It practically drove both of the men into a sweat and the main event didn't even start yet. Broadway stopped his teasing humps, peeking over his shoulder to Hudson as he blindly shoved himself downwards to get impaled with a heavy grunt.

Hudson's eyes rolled back, waves of bliss overtook him as the careless shoves drove his fat cock in the valley of tight, hairy cheeks as they slowly drew back up to his wet head and repeated the recklessness. After around _seven_missed attempts, the blue monster actually tried carefully, his glowing eyes narrowing and a toothy smile curving once he felt something prod into his hole. The older beast grumbled sharply, feeling a newer, tighter set of walls surround the milked prick. Broadway's tongue fell down the side of his mouth as he positioned himself back against his dad, burrowing himself into Hud's splayed lap before he rose and fell to his own rhythm.

The monsters made the couch squeak loudly after a few minutes; it was nowhere like the sounds made when Hudson fucked his son's face. It was louder, heavier, and dirtier every time Broad fell in Hudson. His large hand clutched the cushion, the other on the arm as he rode himself backwards, rocking his hips to feel the rigid girth. Hudson's arms ran up to the blue's sides, clutching him in place as he bucked deeper into the wetness. He could literally hear their balls slapping on each other and a slapping sound in front of Broadway, his cock swinging up and down like a wobbling bat hitting his stomach with every rock of his body.

The deep grunts and pants rose more and more, and the riding became more intense as Broadway fucked himself loud and fast, his leaking cock swinging light streaks of pre over the table. Sweat trickled down his face, his chest, his arms, ass, everywhere as the climax approached them both. Broad's lifeless mouth mixed into a series of pain, bliss, and lewdness, gritting his teeth together as the impaling cock drove itself hard into his ass. It seemed like his son had no intention of jerking off as it leaked its pre down over their ballsacks and taints, barely soaking into the cushion.

Hudson reached around to grab his son's bouncing pec roughly, bucking into those now loose walls with very little effort. Broadway didn't retaliate, never stopping his grunts that bounced along with his body on Hudson's dick - they only grew in volume, becoming rougher and sluttier.

"Fucking thick, son," He panted, toying with the nipple as the other hand ran over the thick legs. "So..so close in you...in this tight...meaty ass of yours..."

It only took a few more thrusts into the deep crevice before Broad suddenly arched himself forward, roaring his primal noise of power that Hudson soon followed. His hairy buttocks clenched tightly around Hudson, bucking his hips into the air as cum shot out several feet across the wooden table, almost reaching the fireplace on the first spurt as the following ones died down over the floor. Hudson's twist to his son's nub didn't help either as the cum kept coating over the table, the soda can, nearly whatever was in the line of sight. The buck Broad gave took Hud's cock with him, feeling the warmth of his seed coat the walls and his own dick. The older goyle shot so much he didn't expect to see several trickles run down his thickness.

Broadway wasn't done though; his hips rolled up as he leaned back against his dad, thrusting up to his belly. Though they weren't as powerful as his first, the shots fired across to Hudson, dying down over their faces both and the blue goyle's sweaty bod. It gave Hud's dick a brief moment of relief before the tightness returned, milking out the last few spurts left from the tired old man. The carnal lust remained, but it sounded as if Broad came back to earth with his lustful pants changing back to his normal voice again, heaving in place as he looked down to the aftermath.

"Hot damn...hahh...hahhh... you okay, Pop?" the blue beast took forever to spit out, looking over himself. "You...you look beat."

Hudson released his son's chest, waving a hand as his breath finally returned. "I...I need some air..."

Broadway agreed. Gulping to himself and scrunching his face, he slowly pulled himself away, inches of Hud's cock appearing until it fell against his stomach with a lewd sloppy sound, cum running down his gut. Hud's good eye got a brief look of his work, his son's deep blue cheeks runny with semen that oozed out his butthole down over his taint. It brought a healthy throb out the almost flaccid cock, a good glob of cum flooded into his navel as he hummed happily to himself.

With a crack of his back before grabbing his loincloth, Broadway headed towards the door (with a nice view of his backside and a pair of his jiggling globes every step of the way) to check if they were still alone. The night greeted him with a cold breeze, breathing in the Manhattan air. "Still clear," he said over his shoulder with a cheesy grin.

"Think you're goin' out smellin' like that?" Hudson smirked, finally standing up with his clothes balled up. "We're headin' to the showers before you think about anything, lad."

"I knoowww," his son groaned like a teen receiving orders. "I was waiting on you, geezer. It's that old gym a few blocks away, right?"

"Mhmm. Shouldn't be anyone there. Then we'll clean your mess up." Hudson soon caught up behind the blue goyle, only with his loincloth on as he clasped his shoulder as they walked out to the balcony. "Not bad for your first time, either. You got into it very fast - faster than me when I was your age."

"You're really gonna embarrass me like that, Pops?" Broad laughed as they flexed their wings apart. "You still got it, I guess."

"Hah, there's quite a lot I have to teach you and we just grazed the basics."

*

The scent of the males still lingered in the room, airing out through the doorway. Not a soul was there still, until a figure revealed itself from the same entryway. Claws clicked against the floor as they made their way to the table, the figure's beady eyes following the line of cum that remained there to the damp couch. A crimson hand clasped a soda can from the coaster, slowing brought up to his large beak with a sniff, smiling to his confirmation that was guided by the throbbing tent under his loincloth.

"Well, Broadway, looks like we have a lot to talk about," a rough voice said, licking the remains of semen that dripped from the top with a deep sigh. "Man to 'lad'..."